Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: wandrer
Title: With This Ring...
Part: Chapter 1
Universe: Spells 'R Us
Keywords: mf, ff, mc, humil, magic, tf, drug, gang
Summary: Wedding rings purchased from Spells 'R Us can have very
interesting results on newlyweds.
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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
coincidental.
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   "With this ring..." - Chapter 1

   Christine frowned as she looked at the last set of wedding bands the
jeweler had presented her.  Nothing she had seen so far was what she was
looking for, and this set certainly didn't seem to be it either.  With a
sigh, she shook her head.

   "Thanks...let me just browse for a bit."

   She turned and began to walk along the displays towards the entrance to
the store, running a finger along the glass.  The 20 year old didn't think
of herself as picky, but she was definitely looking for
something...different for her and Ken's wedding rings.

   She reached the end of the row and stopped to look into the mirror on
the wall.  She pulled a strand of her dark blond hair out of her face.  Her
simple floral dress hugged her slim body - she had wished for larger
breasts on occasion, but Ken seemed to like her perky B-cups.  She pulled
herself up to her full 5 feet as she tried to think of herself as "Mrs. 
Ken Greene".  A smile flashed over her pretty (many would all her "cute")
face at the thought.

   Suddenly, her brow furrowed and she turned her head to the side as she
realized that what she thought was a second mirror seemed to be an entrance
into another store that just looked similar to the jewelry store - a glass
counter protruded just beyond the edge of her reflection.

   Christine stepped forward to find herself in what was quite obviously a
different store - it seemed filled with shelves that turned in all
directions, and which, in turn, were filled with all manner of the oddest
items that Christine had ever seen.

   The counter display, however, had a number of pieces of jewelry in it,
including many that were quite...odd.  There was a small pendant shaped
like a human heart (marked "sold - display only") and a small silver man
and woman who were lying end to end...and...

   Christine pulled herself up, blushing fiercely.  Her southern baptist
upbringing had never really prepared her for dating in college, and
certainly not for the seeming omnipresence of sex that she'd encountered
since coming to the city.  She and Ken had actually had sex, but she was
still extremely shy about it - strictly missionary position for her.  What
the little silver people were doing was definitely far outside of her
experience.

   As she turned to leave, face red, her eyes drifted over the case...and
stopped, her breath catching in her throat.  There, in the corner on a
little pedestal, were two gorgeous gold rings - one for a man and one for a
woman.  The woman's was seemingly a link of chain, whereas the man's almost
seemed to be braided hair...and they were both beautiful, gleaming in the
light.

   "Lovely, aren't they?"

   Christine jumped as an old man spoke from behind the counter.  She was
certain that he hadn't been there a moment ago, and she hadn't heard a
thing when he walked up.  In surprise, she just nodded.

   "Do you like just the woman's or both of them?"

   "Uh...both..I'm...um they're for wedding bands."

   The old man nodded, smiling as she spoke, although he looked for a
moment like he was going to say something, then sighed.

   "Well, for such a lovely young girl's wedding, I am sure I can give you
a good price..."

   With a sigh, Ken rolled over on his hotel bed and grabbed the phone to
call Christine.  He was pretty annoyed that his company had sent him off to
a client site the week after their honeymoon, but there wasn't much he
could do about it.  The wedding and week in Hawaii had been great - he
certainly loved his young, beautiful wife.  Occasionally he felt a pang of
cradle-robbing guilt - Ken was seven years older - but then he'd look at
her and the guilt went away pretty fast.

   Besides - although she was often disturbingly innocent, it wasn't like
she couldn't fend for herself.  She was definitely smarter than he was -
her pending entrance into Harvard Law after finishing college in three
years certainly proved that - and she was plenty aggressive, in spite of
her southern upbringing.  She had asked him out, after all...

   He played with his wedding band as the phone rang.  It was a beautiful
ring, he had to admit - the silky gold almost felt like Christine's hair
beneath his finger.

   "Hello," the cute southern accent at the other end of the line made him
grin.

   "Hi, Honey."

   "Hi baby!"

   Christine giggled, and Ken rolled his eyes as he could tell she was
drunk.

   "Young lady, are old enough to be drinking?"

   Chritine giggled again, and he could hear an answering giggle in the
background.

   "Shhh...don't tell my parents."

   "Your parents?  What about your husband?"

   "Him either!"

   Ken smiled at his young wife's laugh.

   "I take it Susie is over?"

   "Mmm-hmmm."

   Ken grimaced...although he hadn't thought it would go anywhere, he had
kind of hoped to see if he could get his sweet - and slightly prudish - new
wife to be a little more adventurous on the phone.  But it obviously wasn't
going to be tonight...not with Susie there.

   "Well, I'll let you guys have fun."

   "OK - call me tomorrow?"

   Ken smiled again.

   "You bet.  Don't go out - remember, you're still not legal for another
week, even if you are married to an old man."

   Christine giggled again.

   "Love you."

   "Love you, too."

   Ken hung up the phone and flipped on the TV.  After a few moments of
browsing around, he gave in, and moved to the movies section, and from
there to the adult movies section.  He flicked through them for a moment
then finally settled on one that sounded promising and lay back to watch,
thinking about Christine and Susie.

   He liked his wife's best friend - she was certainly pretty, a curvy
little dark-haired Jewish girl, a few months older than Christine - but she
was probably even more prudish than his wife.  He sighed.

   On the screen, two girls - both older and more voluptuous than either of
the girls drinking in his living room many miles away - began fondling each
other.  Ken unbuckled his pants and freed his cock.  While he watched the
two porn stars beginning to go at it, his mind wandered, an image of his
wife and Susie coming into his head, replacing the girls on the screen.

   Ken's sexual thoughts were certainly *far* more depraved than those of
his little wife's.  Though he wasn't about to share any of them with her
any time soon, he wondered if someday he might at least entice her into at
least one or two of his more normal fantasies?  Sadly, he doubted it.  If
she wouldn't even climb on top of Ken yet, she *certainly* wasn't likely to
be with another girl for him.

   But that certainly didn't stop him from his current fantasy of his young
wife being on the screen in front of him...handcuffing her friend to the
bed (using the handcuffs he had gotten for them, then made into part of his
halloween costume at her horrified reaction), and over Suzie's protests,
licking her, and making her lick Christine until she came...and came much
more loudly than her normal little squeak...and many more than the single
orgasm she seemed to be limited to...screaming obscenities at her sobbing
friend while she came, explosively...wetly...

   With a grunt, Ken came himself, that image driving him over the edge. 
Cum spilled over his hands and, for the first time, over his wedding ring.

   Gasping, Ken let the image fade from his mind with a little guilt -
though it was certainly not the first time he had his wife doing perverted
things in his head (nor, by any stretch, was it the most perverted), it
*was* the first time since they'd been married.

   Still, he thought as he reached for a kleenex, it was just in his mind,
after all.  He wiped the cum from his hand, never noticing that his ring,
oddly, seemed entirely free of it...as though it had somehow been absorbed
into the ring itself, so like the hair of his young wife...

   Christine sat giggling at something Susie had said.  The bottle of
champagne they had been drinking had *defnitely* gone to their head - but
it was the first time they'd been together since Christine had gotten
married after all.

   Christine giggled, and hiccuped, then felt a twinge of sadness that Ken
wasn't here.  She missed him already, even though it would only be a few
days.  Her ring seemed to tingle on her finger even at the thought of
him...

   A sudden flare went through her young body, tingles in her nipples
and...between her legs, as she thought of the fun they'd had on their
honeymoon.  He'd licked her down there for the first time, and ohhh it had
been divine.  She still felt guilty and confused about it, but she had to
admit, she wanted him to do it again, though she'd cried for almost a half
hour after her shattering orgasm.

   "You OK, Chrissy?" Susie asked, slightly drunkenly.

   With a start, Christine realized that she'd been lost in thought about
Ken's tongue down there.  She blushed furiously as she realized what she'd
been thinking about...it must be the champagne...and now she was quite wet
between her legs.

   She looked up at her friend - Susie sat on the couch in a skirt and
half-open blouse, clearly drunk as well.  And suddenly with a rush, the
tingling in Christine's body seemed to intensify, and she found her head
filled with images she couldn't stop, no matter how hard she tried.

   Her eyes flicked to look between Susie's legs, catching a glimpse of her
white panties, and she had to work to drag her eyes up as far as Susie's
large breasts on her quite tiny body.  Her mind was no longer filled with
the image of Ken licking her...instead it was Susie.  Susie's tongue
lapping at Christine's wet pussy while Christine leaned down towards her
best friend's...

   Christine squeaked as Susie suddenly stood, and blushed deeper as she
realized she was hoping her friend would come over and kiss her.  But
instead, Susie just stumbled towards the bathroom.

   "Ohhh..too much champagne.  I gotta pee.  Can I have some water?"

   Christine nodded, not trusting her voice, and rose and walked to the
kitchen, trembling.  She wanted to cry at the images filling her mind, but
her whole body seemed to be on fire with lust.  She'd never felt anything
like it.  She *needed* Susie.

   As she filled the cups of water, she found herself desperately trying to
think how she might get Susie to lick her.  She was nearly ready to break
down in tears from her desperate need, seemingly destined to go
unfulfilled...when an idea popped into her mind.

   Panting, she walked into her bedroom with the cups of water, and set
them down on her husband's dresser.  His large Doberman, Chief, looked up
at her expectantly, then lay down in dissapointment that she wasn't his
master.

   She opened his drawer, and began digging through a small box...and found
what she was looking for.

   She knew Ken occasionally did exstasy, and once she had tried it with
him.  She had been glad they were out dancing, because she would never have
been able to control herself otherwise.  Her whole body had seemingly ached
for sex.  She'd never told him the effect it had on her, but she knew that
he kept a couple of hits in a little box in his drawer, well hidden, but...

   With a small sob at what she was doing, she opened one of the capsules
and dumped it into Susie's water.  Then stood looking at it in horror -
poised between her need and the realization of what she was considering
doing to her friend.

   "*There* you are!"

   Susie stumbled into the room and fell onto the bed, holding one hand out
for the water.  After a moment of tension, Christine handed it to her, then
watched as Susie gulped down the whole glass.  She grimaced when she was
done.

   "Hmmm...your water tastes a little funny."

   Christine just nodded.

   Susie lay back on the bed with a giggle, and Christine came and sat on
the end of it, watching her friend, her whole body seemingly ablaze.  She
tried as best she could to act normal as she chatted with the drunk Susie,
as she knew the drug could take a while to take effect.

   After a while, Susie began to giggle, and gasp.

   "Whoa...I feel...mmm...warm..."

   Christine watched as Susie began to play with her shirt, unbuttoning a
button, then another.  Christine swallowed and stood.

   "Hmmm...me too," she moaned honestly, and reached down to pull her
t-shirt over her head.

   Susie giggled, eyes wide, and quickly unbuttoned her own shirt, letting
it fall behind her, her ample breasts held back by her bra.

   Trembling, Christine unbuttoned her jeans and slid them over her slim
legs, standing in just her white bra and panties.

   Susie, with another mildly hysterical giggle, unbuttoned her skirt and
slid it off, leaving herself in an outfit matching her friends.

   Hoping to keep the momentum up, Christine quickly reached back to unsnap
her bra.  Susie's eyes went wider, and she said with a laugh:

   "Chrissy!"

   Christine nearly sobbed, wanting to rip her friend's clothes off, but
instead looked indignant and smiled.

   "What?  It's not like we haven't ever seen each other naked before."

   Susie seemed to take this argument in, unconsciously rubbing her leg as
the drug began to take full effect.  It didn't seem to occur to her to
point out that the last time they had been 12 and 10, respectively, but
instead she reached back as well, starting to turn red, then looked over to
the dog.

   "Can you put him outside," she said, nervously.

   Christine nodded and walked to the door, calling Chief.  As she closed
the door behind him, she turned to find Susie holding her bra, her
seemingly enormous breasts hanging free as she blushed.  Her nipples were
rock hard, Christine noticed.  Her D-cups always looked out of place on
such a small girl, and so many men noticed them...only adding to Susie's
shyness (she was very smart, and hated being "the titty girl").  Small,
surprisingly dark nipples pointed from them, proudly.

   With a grin, Christine unsnapped her own bra and let it fall to the
floor, freeing her much smaller breasts, though with equally hard nipples.
Then, without pause, she reached down and slid her panties off, tring to
hide her wetness from her friend.

   Susie stared at her for a moment, then stood, and slowly slid her
panties off as well.  Christine's eyes flicked down to her friend's pussy,
and just before she stood and closed her legs, Christine could see a line
of wetness dripping between her thighs.  When Susie stood, she was blushing
furiously.

   Christine stared at her friend for a moment, Susie's large full breasts
hanging invitingly, and she had tear her eyes away or risk jumping on top
of her right then.  Even with the drug, she wasn't entirely sure that Susie
would do...what Christine needed.  At least not voluntarily...and another
idea occurred to her.

   Chrstine sidled to Ken's dresser, while Susie lay back on the bed,
sensuously stroking her thighs, and rubbing them together.

   "Mmmm...I fell...real funny.  Champagne never did this to me before..."

   Christine almost wasn't able to tear her eyes away from her voluptuous
friend writhing on the bed, and giggling, but for just a moment, she
managed to reach into another drawer in his dresser, and grab two metal
objects...

   "Hey!"

   Christine jumped and twirled at the sound of a shout from her friend. 
Had she seen what Christine was doing?  Figured out what she had done to
her?

   But no, Susie had simply sat up, and was rocking gently in the bed, a
manic grin on her sweet face.  Her legs were crossed, but Christine could
see the dark patch of hair between them.  Christine held the items she had
retrieved behind her back, her own pussy aching at the sight of her drugged
friend.

   "So, um," Susie giggled and turned red, licking her lips, clearly
working up her courage to a question,"you n-never told me...<giggle>...um,
about your honeymoon."

   Christine, her stomach turning flip-flops, walked over to the bed and
crawled up on the end opposite her friend.  As she clambered into a similar
cross-legged position, she slid the items she was carrying under the quilt
over the end of the bed, to wait for an appropriate moment.

   "What do you mean," she asked innocently, knowing quite well what Susie
meant.  Her friend, still stroking her leg, now absently on her inner
thigh, turned even redder.

   "You know...I mean...how was the...did you...you must have...?"

   Susie was almost gasping for breath now, her nipples so hard they must
ache.  Christine stared at her, trying to maintain her blank look.

   "Whenyouhadsexshatdidhedotoyou?!" Susie finally blurted out in gasp.

   Christine turned red, even though she knew, and was waiting for, what
Susie was going to ask.  She shook her head, though.

   "You don't want me to tell you that!"

   "I DO!  I do...I mean, um...if you want..."

   Christine looked down, but her eyes flicked upwards, glancing between
Susie's legs.  Susie was absently stroking her inner thigh with one hand
while the other held her ankle, and Christine could see that the fur
between her legs - a curly black like her hair - was damp and glistening.
Christine's heart was pounding as she licked her dry lips.

   "Well," she said, voice trembling, "there was this one thing...I can't
believe we did this...or that I'm talking about it..."

   She looked up at Susie, and could see that her friend was staring at
her. Trying to make herself giggle, she slid closer to Susie until their
knees were touching.

   "So, um...one night we got pretty drunk, and we um...came back up to our
hotel room.  I was wearing this little skirt that he liked.  He started
playing with my um...with my breasts through my shirt...my nipples were
sooooo sensitive..."

   Susie stared at her, enraptured.  Trembling, Christine slid her hands
forward to stroke the soft skin of Susie's knees.  Susie gasped, but
smiled, not thinking anything of it, but Christine new that just being
touched felt wonderful while on the drug.

   "He umm...took my shirt off and was...umm...playing with my breasts,
when I got really dizzy and fell down on the bed.  He reached up under my
skirt, and slid my panties off...I was so w-wet..."

   Susie was bright red, but her breathing had quickened, and she showed no
signs of wanting Christine to stop her story.  Christine could smell
Susie's arousal, she realized.  And her own.

   "I spread my legs...I was still dizzy but I wanted to have sex...I
expected him to climb on top of me.  But suddenly...ohhh...suddenly I felt
his breath between my legs!"

   Susie let out a little squeak.  Christine held her eyes, but out of the
corner of her own, she could see that Susie's hand had slid over her
crotch...and seemed to be moving gently.  Christine continued stroking her
leg.

   "I started to sit up, but before I could stop him, I suddenly felt his
tongue on my...between my...oh it felt sooooo good..."

   Susie let out a small moan, and closed her eyes.  Christine was aching
with need, and she realized that now was her best chance to get to the
second part of her plan.  She continued speaking, reaching quietly back
with her free hand under the blanket.

   "I've never felt anything like that...his tongue sliding over my...into
me...he licked his way up to my...to the top..."

   Susie was quite obviously masturbating now, eyes squeezed shut.  In
spite of her own need, Christine was amazed at the effect of the drug - she
could never have imagined Susie doing such a thing.  Her eyes drifted
downwards now that Susie's eyes were closed and she barely stifled a sob of
lust and guilt as she saw her best friend's hand fingering herself.

   "H-he kept licking me...and held my legs apart...I wanted to cry because
I knew I shouldn't let him do it...but it felt so *good*...and he kept
licking..."

   As she spoke, Christine pulled the pair of handcuffs in front of her and
gently lifted her hand from Susie's leg.  It took her a moment to quietly
get them poised over the small girl's wrist and ankle while she played with
herself, obvlivious...

   Then Christine suddenly snapped the handcuffs home, securing Susie's
hand to her foot.

   Susie, who had been whimpering quietly and clearly nearing orgasm,
yanked her hand away from herself in shock as her eyes snapped open.  She
had a look of manic almost mock-horror on her cute face, unable to really
become scared or angry under the influence of the drug.

   "Christine!" she yelled, then giggled, "What...what are you doing?!"

   While she was still surprised and didn't quite realize what was going
on, Christine grabbed her other wrist - noticing her glistening fingers
with a rumble of lust - and deftly attached it to her other ankle with only
token resistance from Susie.  Only then did it occur to Susie that
something really wasn't quite right with all of this.

   "Christine...wh-what are you *doing*," she asked again, plaintively. 
She looked down at her bound hands and started to struggle slightly,
causing her large breasts to jiggle invitingly.

   Another idea suddenly occurred to Susie, and she hopped up from the bed,
not answering her drugged, panicked best friend.  She walked over to her
closet and grabbed the belts from both her and Ken's robes, then turned.

   Susie looked horrified, eyes still wide, nipples still hard.  She was
trying to maneuver off the bed, but was quickly realizing that the position
she was locked in made it very difficult to do much.  She looked up at her
friend with a bewildered, frightened expression.

   "Christine...this isn't funny...I feel really strange...and this is
really weird!"

   Christine, still not saying anything walked over to the bed, and tied
one end of the first belt to the side of the bed.  Susie continued to
struggle against the handcuffs, but Christine reached up and grabbed the
left chain and pulled her suddenly off balance, eliciting a yelp from her
friend.  Once again, before she could recover, Christine managed to loop
the belt over the chain, and quickly tie a knot.

   Susie started to struggle with a whimper as she realized what Christine
was doing.  But by this point she was so limited in her movements that it
was fairly easy for Christine to sit on her right arm and leg while she
lashed them to the other side of the bed.  Then, out of breath from
wrestling her friend, she fell back to inspect her handiwork.

   Susie was now tied with her legs and arms held apart.  Her large breasts
heaved on her chest, and her pink (and still wet) pussy was exposed to the
world.

   With a sob, Susie craned her head up to look down her trapped body at
her best friend.

   "Please, Christine!  This really isn't funny!  Let me go!"

   Suddenly, out of nowhere, Christine's lust was joined by two entirely
new emotions.  The first was a sudden...not disgust at her friend, but more
of a disdain - a sudden need to humiliate the girl, so obviously a little
cocktease slut...playing with herself at event the merest mention of kinky
sex, then acting upset when she got what she wanted.  Christine would show
her what a slut she was!

   The second was a sudden desire...a NEED...to get all of this on film. 
She had to be watched...on screen...

   Christine grinned darkly at her struggling, sobbing friend, and climbed
slinkily off the bed.  Her whole body was tense with need, but she somehow
knew it could only be satisfied by drawing it out...by making it last...

   She walked over to the large television on their dresser, and pulled the
video camera forward, still on it's tripod, and even plugged into the TV
from when she and Ken were watching their honeymoon videos yesterday. 
Fumbling with it in her almost physical need to be on the TV, she finally
managed to turn the TV on and press "record" on the video player after
putting a new tape inside it.

   From her tied-down position, Susie couldn't really see what Christine
was doing until she suddenly appeared on their large TV, a clear between
her spread legs, over her large breasts, up to her horrified face watching
her naked, bound body on television, a large red "Record" hovering over her
head.

   "NOOOOO!!!!" Susie yelled, her horror overwhelming even the new wave of
pleasure from the drug, "Chrissy, please!  You can't do this!"

   Christine whirled on her friend.

   "Shut up, you little slut!"

   Susie stared at her best friend in shock, standing naked at the end of
the bed, with an evil grin on her face.  Her thoughts were far from clear,
and her nipples ached, and her...she ached between her legs...what was
happening.

   Christine climbed on the bed, moving sensuously, cat-like toward the
bound body of the large-breasted brunette.

   "Little Susie...so prim and proper...never f-fucked a guy...you were
*so* disapproving when Ken and I had sex for the first time..."

   Christine stared into her friend's face...her eyes wide with the effects
of the drug.  She clearly wanted to cry, but couldn't.

   "But you always wanted to hear about it, didn't you?  Just a little slut
wanting to be fucked, but too afraid, wanting her best friend to do it
first and tell her about it..."

   "Noo," Susie moaned, "please, let me go..."

   "And all I have to do is tell you about it...tell you how Ken licked
my...my p-pussy..."

   A rush of horror at what she was doing went through Christine, as that
word escaped her lips for the first time, but it was quickly swallowed up
again by lust and fury at her slut-best-friend.

   "...and you start playing with yourself like the little slut you
are...your little fingers sliding over your wet pussy.  Can't help yourself
can you?  I bet you want me to lick you just like Ken licked me, don't you?
Anything to get played with like the slut you are."

   Susie was moaning and sobbing.

   "No no no no..."

   "YES!" hissed, Christine, "that's your new name...you're not
Susie...you're just Slut!  Tell me, Slut!  Beg me to lick you!  Tell me how
much you want a tongue between your legs - any tongue!"

   "NO!!  Let me go, you fucking bitch!  Please, let me go..."

   Susie started sobbing again, the drug wreaking havoc with her emotions.
Christine's fury at the little slut's outburst was swallowed up in an idea
to get what she wanted, however.  Eyes smoldering with lust and fury, she
climbed off the bed.

   "Bitch, am I?  Well, if you won't beg me to lick you, then we'll just
see who's the bitch.  I'll let Chief in here, and we'll see what he wants
to do to you."

   Susie stared at her in complete terror.  She had been frightened of the
large doberman from the moment she met him.  But in spite of her situation,
she still couldn't believe what Christine was saying...doing...

   Until she started to walk to the door.

   "NOO!!  Please!  Chrissy, I'm sorry!"

   Christine ignored her and placed her hand on the doorknob.

   "Please!"

   Christine glanced over her shoulder at her naked, bound friend.

   "Please what?"

   Susie stared at her, mouth open.

   Christine started to turn the knob.

   "P-please...please lick me," Susie whispered.

   Christine turned slightly, hand still turning the knob.

   "What?  I couldn't quite hear you."

   "Please," Susie sobbed, louder, "Please lick me..."

   "Please lick you?  What am I, a dog?  Please lick your what?  Tell me
what you want licked, Slut..."

   "Please...lick me between my legs..."

   Christine rolled her eyes and started to open the door.  She could hear
Chief sniffing at it.

   "NO!  Please lick my...please lick my vagina!"

   Christine stared at her and then barked out a laugh.

   "Try again, slut...getting closer..."

   Susie sobbed.

   "Please...lick my p-pussy..."

   "Please lick whose pussy?"

   "My...please lick Susie's pussy?"

   "*Whose* pussy?!?"

   The door opened a crack, and Susie could see Chief's nose pressed
against it.

   "Please," she yelled with a sob, "please lick Slut's pussy!  Please lick
Slut's pussy!  Please!!"

   With a grin and a giggle, Christine gently closed the door and turned
towards her sobbing friend.

   "Hmmm...sounds interesting...tell me more..."

   "Please," sobbed the terrified, humiliated, and miserably horny young
girl tied on the bed, "please lick Slut's pussy...please...don't let him
in..."

   Christine shuddered as a wash of horror at what she was doing fought its
way up from inside her lust-addled mind, but it was once again replaced by
the aching need.  She sidled up to the bed and crawled up on it, making
sure the camera got a nice clear view of her aching, wet pussy as she did
so.  She crawled, cat-like, towards her friend's naked body, arms and legs
pulled wide while she lay there sobbing.

   Christine, almost hypnotized by her friend's naked body lowered her head
towards her pussy, while Susie stared at her in horror.  But as Christine
got closer, she could see that the drug was in full swing...her friend was
still tremendously aroused - her large nipples hard, and a stream of gooey
pussy-juice dripping from between her legs to the bed.  The scent of
another woman's wet pussy was simultaneously disgusting and yet almost
painfully arousing to Christine.  Susie watched in horror as Christine
lowered her mouth towards her slit...

   ...and blew a breath of cold air over her wet pussy.

   "ohhhhh!" Susie's entire body tightened in shock at the unexpected
sensation, her arms and legs jerking at the ropes binding her spread wide
on the bed.  Her reaction was all that Christine could take - suddenly
surprising herself almost as much as Susie, she dove and covered her
humiliated best friend's pussy with her warm mouth.

   "OH MY GOD!!!!!" Susie's second jerk on her bonds was far more dramatic
than her first, as Christine's tongue suddenly stabbed into her wet pussy -
the first time she'd ever been licked there.  Her eyes rolled back in her
head at the sudden massive rush of pleasure that flowed through her as
Christine began slurping at her.

   The taste was...like nothing Christine had ever tasted.  For some
reason, tears were running down her own cheeks, but the hunger she felt
while she slurped at her best friend's wet pussy while Susie grew louder
and louder - sobs turning into squealing yelps...the hunger seemed to
consume her entire body.  She ached, and yet for some reason though she
desperately needed her own pussy to be tended to, she couldn't get her own
hands to touch herself.  She new what she needed, but first she had to make
sure that...

   Susie suddenly screamed as Christine's tongue slurped over her clit, and
her toes and hands curled as her very first orgasm exploded through her
tiny voluptuous body.  She was even louder than Christine, any horror at
the situation lost in the overwhelming pleasure ripping through her,
intensified by the drug.  She screamed for what seemed like minutes,
bucking against Christine's tongue.  Finally she shuddered downward and
seemed to vaguely gain her senses, a sob escaping her lips.

   "Chrissie...oh god...oh god wait...oh GOD WAIT
OHGODOHGODOHGODOHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

   Barely ten seconds after her first one had ended, Susie entereed into a
second orgasm...then a third, sobbing and screaming in uncontrolled
pleasure.

   Finally, Christine's own ache was too much, and she pulled away.  Susie
lay, dazed, panting to exhausted and overwhelmed to even begin sobbing
again.  Christine knew what she must want at this point.

   "Thirsty?"

   Eyes wide and still shuddering from the first orgasms her young body had
ever experienced, Susie nodded.

   Christine stood and grabbed her own water from the bedside table.  As
she did, she was shocked to feel something wet dribbling down her thigh. 
She looked down in surprise to see that her own pussy was literally
dripping in her arousal - a stream of the clear slick liquid was rolling
down the inside of her thigh.  She *never* got that wet.

   She grinned as she looked at her panting, bound, blissed out best
friend. Susie was definitely going to get plenty to parch her thirst.

   Christine dipped two fingers into the cup of water, then looked down at
her gasping friend.  A small shiver went through her as she looked at the
naked girl.

   "Pant like a dog, slut, and I'll give you some water..."

   Susie looked up at her friend, a look of horror on her face mixing with
her dazed pleasure.  But remembering the earlier threats, she stuck out her
tongue and began panting breathlessly, her large breasts bouncing.

   "Good girl!"

   Christine lifted her fingers and let a few drops of water fall onto
Susie's tongue.  Susie desperately lapped at them, a small whimper escaping
her mouth.  She needed more water!

   Christine leaned in to the panting, spread-eagled girl on the bed.

   "You want more water?" she whispered.

   Susie, still panting, nodded desperately.

   "Keep panting like the little bitch-slut you are, then.  If you stop
even for a second, no matter what I do, other than to drink what I give
you, I'm going to leave you in here with Chief the rest of the night - no
more begging will help you.  Understand?"

   Susie, to hyped up on the drugs to cry even in her obvious terror,
nodded.  Christine grinned darkly.

   "If you understand, bark twice, little doggie."

   Susie stared at her in humiliated disbelief, but once again, she saw the
evil expression on her friend's face.

   "Harf!" she squealed, "Harf harf!"

   Christine drew herself up, her whole body aching with pent up need. 
Slowly, looking down at her panting, terrified, sexually exhausted friend,
she crawled up onto the bed.  As Susie realized what she was doing, she let
out a long, pitiful moan, but she never stopped panting.

   Christine slid herself slowly over her friends face, her dripping pussy
leaving a wet trail in her curly hair, then down one trembling cheek as she
positioned her pussy over Susie's panting mouth while she whimpered
miserably.

   "Good girl," breathed Christine, "good doggie...does doggie want some
water?  Bark for me if you want some water."

   "Harf!  Harf!  Harf!"

   Christine shivered as Susie's sobbing barks blew air onto her aching
pussy.  She wanted nothing more than to lower herself onto that panting
tongue, but still she seemed to need to make herself wait.  Instead, she
pulled the cup of water to her belly, and lifted it slightly.

   Water began to dribble down her stomach, rolling over her belly button.
Christine let out a gasp as the cool water ran over her very hot slit...and
began to dribble into the sobbing Susie's open mouth.

   Susie moaned in humiliated pleasure, almost as loudly as when Christine
had been licking her a few minutes earlier, as the blessed liquid began
dripping onto her tongue.  With a remarkably dog-like whimpering, she began
to lap at the water.

   Susie trembled at the water running over her insanely aching pussy, and
watched her friend's tongue lap at the water mixing with her juices. 
Susie's eyes were squeezed tightly shut at the sight of her naked best
friend's pussy perched over her desperately licking, panting mouth.

   Christine had poured nearly half the contents of the glass down her
front, and now she slowed the stream to a dribble.  Slowly, excruciatingly,
she began to lower herself towards her friend's beautiful pink tongue.

   Suddenly Susie's tongue brushed the lips of Christine's pussy.  Susie
choked out a sob at the contact, while Christine let out a shuddering gasp
as a bolt of pleasure shot through her.

   Suddenly, Christine's restraint shattered as her aching need blasted
through her.  The glass fell from her hand as she leaned forward and thrust
her wet pussy down into her friend's slurping mouth.  Susie moaned loudly
and miserably, but her terror of what her friend might do if she stopped
licking kept hold of her, and her tongue began sliding over a girl's pussy
for the first time.

   Christine began to sob in pleasure.

   "OHHH!  God yes!  Lick me, you fucking bitch!  Lick me!  Slide your
tongue over my oh god my pussy taste my cunt you little whore you slut you
OOO OH MY GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OHHHHHHH!!!!"

   Tears streamed down Christine's cheeks as she exploded in an orgasm like
none she'd ever had before.  Somewhere in the distance she could hear Susie
sobbing and moaning, and it just added to her screams of pleasure.  Her
fingers clawed at the bedspread and her toes curled as her whole world
seemed to erupt in bliss.

   Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of explosive pleasure, the
orgasm began to fade.  She blinked dizzily, still overwhelmed by the
sensations that had rushed through her body - she had never come that hard.

   She heard sobbing and though she initially thought it was Susie, as she
felt a moan against her clit that sent crackles of pleasure through her,
she realized it was her.

   Dazedly she looked down, feeling the stroking pleasure of Susie's soft
tongue continuing to stroke her slit.  She was shocked - usually after her
first orgasm, she was far to sensitive to be touched, but as she looked
down at the slurping mouth of her best friend, pleasure continued to ripple
up from her slit.

   She blinked, gasping, as she looked at the Susie's glistening chin.  At
first she thought she had spilled the water, but the glass lay empty on the
bed a few feet away.  She realized dazedly that Susie was covered in her
pussy juice - when she had cum, she must have...must have...

   "Oh god," Christine moaned, "oh god lick me...yes, slut keep licking oh
god lick me!  Lick me ohgodohgodOHGODOGODOHGODGGGGAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

   Suddenly he body erupted in another explosive orgasm, nearly as powerful
as her first.  Her back arched, but this time, though her mind seemed to be
dissolving into little pleasure-filled bits, she watched as her pussy began
suddenly to flood the moaning Susie's mouth with her juice, running down
Susie's cheeks, the slippery liquid staining the bed around them.

   Christine stared, fascinated, at Susie's lapping, panting tongue as she
screamed out a second orgasm.  Then, almost as soon as she came down from
that one, a third...then a fourth...

   Christine lost track of how many times she came somewhere around six or
seven.  Susie was moaning and occasionally sobbing or coughing beneath her,
as with each screaming orgasm, Christine continued her humiliating
descriptions of her bound friend, calling her a slut and a whore and a
bitch, and each time she came, pussy juice filled Susie's mouth to
overflowing.

   Finally, exhausted, Christine managed to pull herself off of Susie's
mouth, even though she could feel yet another orgasm building.  She almost
immediately collapsed to the bed, gasping for breath and shaking violently.
Her legs slid against each other, drenched in incredible amounts of
slippery liquid from inside her.

   Slowly she rolled over to look at her friend.

   Susie lay there, panting, eyes wide.  Her face glistened with
Christine's pussy juice and it had dribbled down onto her chest, pooling
between her large heaving breasts.  Susie was sobbing quietly, but
continued to pant as instructed.

   With a grin, Christine fell to the bed, and muttered, "Good Susie...good
girl...go to sleep now..."

   Christine quickly drifted off into exhausted slumber to the sounds of
Susie's whimpering panting.  In her exhaustion, she never noticed that her
friend's nipples were almost painfully hard, nor that Susie's pussy was
even wetter than it had been while she had been licking it...

   Christine woke with a start.  What a horrifying dream...that she'd done
such depraved things to her poor best friend.  But how good it had all felt
and how real it seemed.  With a moan, she rolled over...

   And froze as she saw Susie tied to the bed next to her, naked and
asleep. Her hair was matted and her cheeks still wet from the juices that
had come from Christine.  The room smelled of sex.

   Stifling a sob of horror that it had all been real - what had she done?!
- she stood, trembling, and fumbled in the drawer for the keys to the cuffs
Susie was still bound by.  Quietly, trying not to wake the quietly snoring,
exhausted girl, Christine unlocked first her wrists then her ankles.

   Susie woke with a whimpering sob at the sudden pain of her limbs being
able to move again.  Her eyes went wide as she saw Christine above her and
she began to sob in terror, backing to the edge of the bed, whimpering at
the pain in her joints as she pulled her legs together for the first time
in hours.

   "Harf!" she barked sobbing as though begging Susie not to hurt her any
more, "Harf!" Her tongue lolled out as though she was trying to convince
Christine what a good dog she was being.

   Christine stared in horror at her best friend, barking like a dog for
fear of what Susie might do to her now.  Her own eyes welled with tears and
she stumbled from the bed sobbing and ran to the bathroom, unable to face
Susie after what she had done.

   She sat on the toilet, shaking with sobs for a long time.  What kind of
a person was she?  What had come over her?  She had never even *imagined*
most of the things she had done, and they disgusted her even now just to
think of.

   Finally, she stood, and still sobbing, stepped out of the bathroom to
face her friend...if Susie still was after that.

   Susie was gone.

   Christine stumbled out of the bedroom, noticing as she went that Susie's
clothes had been picked up as well.  The front door was open - clearly
Susie had taken the time that Christine was in the bathroom to run in
terror from her friend who had done such awful things to her.

   Sobbing anew, Christine pushed the door shut, then fell to the couch. 
As she did, she heard the dog door swing as Chief wandered in from the
backyard, panting.  She stared at him, remembering what she had threatened
her friend with...

   What was wrong with her?

   Oh god...what would she tell Ken?

   Ken hung up the phone, brow furrowed.  That was the third time he had
tried to call Christine, with no answer.  He hoped everything was alright.
He had come back to his hotel room a little early as the clients had a
company meeting that afternoon, and while he know Christine had probably
been at work the first time he called, he was surprised she hadn't called
back.

   He actually was feeling a little guilty - a couple of the other guys
from the team had invited him out to a strip club later that night, and he
was tempted to tag along.  He wanted to talk to his wife in part to see if
it might help him keep his baser instincts in check and stay in his room
for the night.

   With a sigh he lay back on the bed, his mind wandering.  After a few
minutes, his mind had really wandered, and once again his cock was in his
hand.  The image in his head of Christine was certainly in line with all of
his baser instincts...and definitely would horrify his pretty little bride.

   With a grunt, Ken came hard at the rather distorted image of his wife.
As he finished, a slight post-bliss guilt came over him and he decided that
perhaps he'd stay in his room tonight after all.

   He reached for a kleenex to wipe off his hand, and this time paused. 
Odd.  He had certainly been plenty messy, but his ring was completely clean
even though cum was on either side of it.  Shaking his head, Ken wiped his
hand clean and grabbed the phone to tell the guys to go on without him.

   Christine sniffled as she stared at the phone.  The caller ID blinked
Ken's hotel's name again.  It was the third time he'd called, but she just
couldn't bring herself to talk to him.  She would burst into tears if she
had to hear his voice, and then she'd have to tell him what she had done.

   She had called in sick to her law office internship that day, unable to
face other people.  She'd tried to call Susie twice, but couldn't bring
herself to leave a message there either.  What could she possibly say?

   Still shaking, she walked to their bathroom and climbed into the shower
again.  It was her fourth today - she couldn't seem to make herself feel
clean, though, no matter how she tried.

   She closed her eyes and felt the water run over her slender body,
feeling it run down her arms, between her legs, over her small breasts.  A
sudden dizziness washed over her - a strange tingling running through her
entire body.  She fell forward, catching herself as her large breasts swung
back and forth in the dripping water, pulling her off balance.

   Wait...what?

   Her eyes snapped open.  Then she screamed.

   Dangling from her chest, where a few moments ago her small bumps of
breasts has been were two massive tits.  They were huge, each topped with a
large pink nipple, and dangled beneath her in the shower, swaying under the
water.

   Sobbing incoherently, she yanked back the shower curtain to look in the
mirror to see that what she had seen couldn't be real.  As she stumbled
forward, off balance, a sudden pain lanced through her nipples, eliciting
another scream.  It was followed a few moments later by an even more
painful jolt between her legs and she fell forward, catching herself on the
counter, sobbing.

   After a few moments, the pain disappeared, and Christine reached for a
towel to wipe away the steam, sobbing in fear and confusion.  A strange
sound of small bells seemed to ring in her ears as she lifted the towel to
the mirror and wiped it clean.

   As she saw herself, she moaned in disbelief and horror.

   Her former small breasts had ballooned into enormous, firm melons,
looking just barely possible on her slim body.  She was at least a D cup
(although they looked even larger than Susie's breasts), with large pink
nipples pointing proudly from each huge breast.  Dangling from each of her
nipples was a shiny silver ring, from which dangled two small bells that
jingled cheerily as she shook with sobs.

   Her eyes tracked down her body and with another whimper she looked at
her crotch.  Where before had been a patch of dark blonde fur between her
legs was now a completely smooth, hairless pussy.  Her pink lips were quite
clearly visible, especially since dangling from her clit (and pulling it
out prominently) was another silver ring with a little bell in it.

   Christine cried out as another sharp pain shocked her, this time in the
center of her tongue, indicating that whatever was doing these horrible
things to her wasn't done yet.  As the pain again faded, she stuck out her
tongue in horror to find that it had been pierced with a stud on either
side.

   Suddenly another strange sensation rushed through her chest and she
stared in miserable disbelief as her breasts suddenly surged in size again,
as though whatever or whomever had decided on them suddenly reconsidered.
When they finished, she wobbled unsteadily staring at her monstrous EE
breasts, huge and firm and clearly unnatural, although they didn't look
like implants.

   A tingling sensation drew her eyes downwards again, dragging them from
the spectacle of her impossible tits.  Suddenly around her pussy, a bright
red tattoo faded into view.  It started just above her belled clit, and
curved around on either side to meet at the base of her slit - a happy red
heart.  Another tingle and suddenly another tattoo faded in above the heart
on her lower belly - in large cartoonish red and pink letters, her stomach
proclaimed her to be "FUCKABLE!"

   Her hiccuping sobs continued as she stared at the woman in the mirror -
a tiny, huge-breasted sex toy.  As she watched, helplessly, her nails
lengthened and turned a bright red, matching her tattoo.  Simultaneously,
her lips began to glisten with perfect "fuck me red" lipstick, and her eyes
flushed with silver eye shadow and sparkles.  With a final tingle, her hair
seemed to pull back into her scalp, finally finishing in an adorable short
cut that started at her chin and swooped up and back, leaving her looking
face looking sweet and innocent.  Her blond hair lightened, and finally
shifted colors to be highlighted with a bright cotton-candy pink.

   Suddenly, her sobbing stopped, and her expression started to change. 
After a few moments, she let out a bubbly giggle, and jiggled her huge
tits, listening the the tinkling sound of her nipple bells.  She reached
between her legs, jostling her clit bell in the process, and drew her had
back after a moment.  She grinned at the glistening liquid that was
dripping from between her legs, then let out another giggle.

   Smiling happily, she turned and walked back into her bedroom, swaying
slightly as her huge breasts jingled while she walked.

   The club was remarkably full for a Wednesday night, as the slender,
naked girl with large fake breasts strode offstage to the catcalls of the
watching men.  The crowd was largely young - a number of college guys and
young professionals - with the occasional set of older regulars.

   Suddenly, over the loudspeaker, the announcer spoke.

   "Tonight we have a very special girl performing for you.  She tells us
this is her first time on stage, and this is certainly her first time here,
but we're pretty sure you're going to go crazy for her.  Especially since
she has asked to be in the box for the rest of the night after her
dance...members, have your cards ready if you want to visit the box later -
we're pretty sure you will..."

   This cryptic remark drew some mumbling from the crowd - of confusion
from most of the less frequent visitors, of anticipation from the regulars.

   "Sweet, yet oh-so-sexy, her label says it all, folks.  Our very own
southern belle of a kind you've never seen before - Jingle!"

   With a giggle, Christine flounced on stage, her monstrous tits bouncing
before her.

   She had taken one of Ken's dress shirts and tied it beneath them - the
only thing that would hold the huge melons in her house.  She had then
found a pair of pink, tight shorts that she rarely wore, and a pair of high
platform shoes that she had forgotten she owned, and then climbed into a
cab.

   Somehow, she had known just where she was going, though she had never
been there, and with one look at her, the manager had rearranged his girls
to get her on stage as early as possible.  He stared at her in disbelief
when she sweetly asked if she could be in the box later (though she didn't
actually know what that meant), then grinned.  He had told her certainly -
standard payment, to which she had agreed sunnily, as if she knew what that
was.

   As she moved across the stage to the sound of happy techno, a moment of
shocked silence washed over the crowd as they stared at the vision onstage.
Tiny, gorgeous, with impossibly huge tits barely restrained by the white
shirt tied beneath them and a red lollipop in her mouth, she looked like a
cross between a schoolgirl and an insane pornstar.

   The crowd went crazy.

   As she bounced to the pole in the center of the stage, they began
yelling their approval at her.  Christine's whole body seemed to charge
with energy at their calls - she could feel her nipples hardening and her
pussy getting wetter and wetter.

   As the music picked up, she swung around the pole and began her dance.

   Her massive tits swayed as she swung them back and forth, slowly untying
the shirt.  As the knot came undone, she spun with her back to the crowd,
smiling coyly over her shoulder while she sucked on her lollipop.

   She turned back to them, the shirt held over her huge breasts, while she
bent over.  They groaned in anticipation.  Suddenly, as if by accident, the
shirt fell, revealing her monstrous tits dangling beneath her small body,
little bells jingling quietly beneath the music.

   The crowd screamed in glorious disbelief at the incredible udders.

   She slowly straightened, flushed with excitement now as she lifted her
huge breasts for their approval, her tiny hands disappearing under the
massive mounds of flesh.  She then slowly began to work off her shorts,
revealing her labeling and heart tattoo to even more cheers.

   As the music pounded on, she slowly sank to the floor, then began to
crawl towards the pole, as though her huge tits prevented her from standing
again.  Her bells brushed the stage as she crawled, and when she reached
the pole, she turned to place her tight little ass against it.

   The cold metal sent a shiver through her small body, her huge tits
jiggling invitingly.  As the music built again, she began to slide her
incredibly wet pussy up and down the pole, slowly at first, and then she
slowly increased her movement.  After a few moments, she levered herself up
so that she was standing again, but with her pussy pressed up against the
pole, and leaning over, palms on the stage.

   As the music pounded, Christine humped against the pole, her pussy
sliding up and down.  She was lost in a sexual frenzy as the stimulation of
the pole against her pussy and clit drove her wild.  In time with the
music, she humped like an animal in heat, massive breasts bouncing wildly.
Everyone was watching, rapt - even the waitresses and bartenders had
stopped to watch the astonishing vision on stage.

   The music rose, but Christine's screams rose with them, and as she
stared out at the audience, eyes wide, her mouth opened and the lollipop
fell to the ground as she began to shriek in an explosive orgasm.

   As the music entered it's slowing denouement, she came down from her
orgasm, whimpering and shuddering cutely.  She pulled herself off the pole,
and picked up her lollipop while the audience watched in overstimulated
amazement.  Looking for all the world like a sheepish teenager who had been
caught, she blushed and bit her lip as she looked out at the adoring
throng. She looked at the lollipop, then at the pole dripping with her
wetness, then, as though making a sudden decision, reached down and slid
the lollipop into her pussy with a smiling shudder, then fell to all fours
and began licking her juices off the pole as the music began to fade.

   The audience went berserk.  Someone was helping up a friend who had
passed out during her dance, and several of the younger men were
embarrassedly covering themselves as they slunk off to the restrooms. 
After a few minutes, it became quiet enough that the announcer could
actually be heard over the din.  Even he sounded somewhat shaken.

   "Well...wow, what a first performance for our newest girl, Jingle!  She,
uh, remember folks - she is only here tonight, and in just a few short
minutes is going back into the box!  If you aren't a member yet, I'm pretty
sure you want to be!  See our member booth for details...

   "We're, uh, going to take a short break now...in a few minutes, Molly
will be taking the stage...!"

   As Christine struggled to her feet, pulling her huge breasts up with the
help of the pole, she smiled and blew kisses at her new fans, many of whom
were proposing marriage.  She pulled the lollipop from her wet pussy and
tossed it to one of the older men in the front, who held it like it was
holy.

   Shaking from her incredible orgasm, she slowly wobbled backstage,
noticing the huge line forming in front of the window labeled
"Memberships".

   As she walked back, she vaguely noticed the other girls staring at her,
some with horror, some with disbelief, and some with obvious lust. 
Quickly, however, a man with a headset (looking at her worshipfully) took
her hand and led her back through another door.  As they walked, he
muttered into the microphone.

   "Yeah...yes, she's here...she'll be in the box in a minute - give it
five before you...well, just tell them that if they riot, they'll be thrown
out and she's only here tonight..."

   Finally they entered another small room.  The walls were black and it
smelled vaguely of sex.  In the far wall, there was a clear glass door
which looked into another, somewhat oddly shaped, room which was otherwise
covered entirely in mirrors.  In the door in front of her there was a small
hole, and a lock, into which the man inserted a key.

   As he opened the glass door, he reached into his pocket and pulled
something out, glancing furtively up at the camera aimed pointing down into
the mirrored room as he did so.  In his hand was a pink pill with a small
heart in the middle.

   "You want this?  It acts a lot faster than the normal stuff, and is
specially geared towards enjoying yourself in the box."

   Christine giggled, her nipple bells jingling nicely, then bent down and
slowly licked the pill from his palm, looking up at the lopsided grin on
his face.  The taste of extasy fell on her tongue, which she quickly washed
down with a sip from the water bottle the man held out.

   As she stepped into the room, the man said, "Take a minute to get
yourself situated - it should be pretty obvious how to position yourself
initially - when you want to shift we'll maneuver the seat for you.  When
you look like you're ready, we'll start."

   Christine smiled and nodded, and the man closed the door behind her and
locked it.  From this side, the door was yet another mirror.

   Christine looked around the room - her naked, impossible body was
reflected back at her from all sides.  The tiny room was slightly longer
than wide, and in the center of it was an oddly shaped bench - it was
padded with soft pillowy fabric, and ran the length of the room, curving
upward slightly at the far end.  In the far wall, there was another small
hole, as well as one on either side of the head of the chair.  At the top
of the chair, there was also a larger round hole, padded on either side,
from which the wall angled up wards slightly till it met the smaller hole.

   Christine smiled again and straddled the padded bench, then slid her
cute little ass downwards until it was positioned at the small hole in the
door.  She then slowly lay forward, surprised at how soft the bench was,
and then let out a little giggle of pleasure - the hole towards the top of
the bench was perfectly situated so that, with a little wiggling, her huge
tits could dangle down through it into a darkened room below.  With a final
jingle of her various bells, Christine settled down so that her mouth was
in front of the hole at the top of the padded chair.

   After a few moments, she began to feel the sudden waves of the drug she
had been given starting to take effect - some part of her was surprised at
how quickly it was coming up, although she couldn't seem to remember when
she had taken it before.  She sighed at the wonderful, sedate yet intense
feelings of pleasure that began to wash over her.  Her body began to tingle
and her pussy and nipples began to ache.  She let out a small, involuntary
moan.

   As if in anticipation of her need, she felt a small nudge at her ass,
and she turned back to look at the mirrored wall, a smile springing to her
lips.  Poking through the hole was a fairly large, and very hard, cock. 
With a giggle of pleasure, she looked up in the mirror to where she guessed
the owner's face must be, and licked her lips, sliding down the chair to
place her pussy closer to the hole.

   With a sudden, perfectly targeted thrust (he could see her, after all,
though she couldn't see him), the large cock slammed into her pussy,
incredibly wet from the effect of the drug.

   Christine screamed.

   The orgasm was completely unexpected, but her body had been so primed by
her earlier performance and the anticipation of being in the box - not to
mention the drug now running through her tiny body - that the sudden
feeling of being filled caused her to explode in a shrieking, pulsing
orgasm.

   Apparently her surprising - and obviously quite real - orgasm, combined
with the rhythmic tightening of her pussy was enough to drive her first
client over the edge.  As her tight pussy gripped his cock, she felt a
sudden burst of warmth inside her as he sprayed his cum into her belly. 
Tears of joy (and some strange hint of horror at the edges of her mind) ran
down her cheeks.

   As her orgasm subsided, she was still shaking in pleasure.  Suddenly,
with a gasp, she felt someone playing with her huge, dangling breasts.  A
low moan escaped her lips as they began to finger her large nipples, her
little bells jingling beneath her.  Then, suddenly, another cock slipped
through the hole on front of her.  With another moan of glee, she licked
her lips, opened her mouth, and slid it over the head of the cock, feeling
as much as hearing the moan of the man on the other side of the mirror.

   She began slurping at the cock in her mouth, the drug causing sensations
of great pleasure to rush through her as she felt the soft skin sliding
against her tongue.  Suddenly a small squeal escaped her as almost
simultaneously, the large cock slid out of her pussy, causing a small
shiver of pleasure to run through her (and she could feel the cum dribbling
out of her), and whomever was below her began pinching one nipple and
suckling the other.

   Moments later, apparently triggered by her squeal, the cock in her mouth
jerked and began spraying cum down her throat, which she swallowed with
glee, the glorious flavor enhanced by her drugged mind, and the liquid
helping to quench her growing thirst.  As she finished draining the lovely
cock in her mouth, another cock quested for and then suddenly found the
entrance to her wet pussy, eliciting another deep moan of pleasure from the
girl.

   Her world began to fade into a haze of cum, pleasure, cocks, and orgasm
after orgasm.  The cocks in her pussy and mouth were replaced by another,
then another, then another, as her small hands wrapped around the cocks
that occasionally thrust through the holes in the side wall, stroking them
gently until they sprayed her smooth back with warm cum.  The intense
pleasure from her breasts and nipples being fondled beneath her by a
succession of unseen hands and mouths heightened each of her many orgasms.

   She quickly lost count of the number of men who had cum in her pussy and
mouth.  Occasionally a water tube came through the hole in front of her,
and though she was disappointed each time, it did help quench her thirst
and soon was replaced by yet another wonderful cock.

   At some point during her lust filled hours in the box, she gleefully
rolled over and slid her little ass up to the hole, placing her tiny feet
on the glass.  Her fingers slid over her sticky, cum-filled pussy as the
first cock (covered in slippery lubricant), pressed into her tight asshole.
The pain (and that persistent, nagging feeling of humiliation) and
surprising pleasure sent her over the edge into an even more explosive
orgasm, and she remained that way for much of the rest of the night, cocks
trading between her pussy and ass while she fingered herself, licking the
bottoms cocks that thrust through the hole and jerking all of them off
until her massive, jingling tits were covered in cum.

   At some point during the night, as she lay there, her finger working on
her clit and her other hand holding her huge breast up so she could lick
the cum off it and suck her nipple, she suddenly realized that the
seemingly endless stream of cocks had, in fact, ended.  With a moan of
disappointment, she fell back to the chair, the sticky cum covering her
body and it's scent filling the room.  After a few gasping moments, she
closed her eyes and lay there savoring the fading sensations filling her
body and the flavor of cum in her mouth.

   Christine woke with a sob into darkness.  At first she was disoriented,
unsure where she was.  But after a moment her eyes began to adjust, and she
could see the faint light of sunrise filtering through her closed curtains.

   She gasped as her hands flew to her chest, expecting to find huge,
bell-pierced tits, and she almost began crying in joy as all she felt were
her own tiny breasts with their small (although slightly sore) nipples.

   The dream had been so real!  She vividly remembered the sensations of
the tens or possibly hundreds of men entering her through every...oh
god...how could she even *dream* that?  And that body?  Towards the end,
her memory did become more dreamlike, though still quite vivid.  She
remembered being trapped by the stripper woman she had been, sitting on the
bed, each of them fondling the other, her mind seeming to jump from her
body to the sex-starved body of the girl she had been in her dream.

   As she sat, gasping, her stomach knotted - she felt strangely full as
though she had eaten a huge meal, though she was pretty sure she had never
had dinner.  In fact, she really didn't remember getting into bed.  The
knotting became worse as she sat there, and with a whimper she crawled from
her bed and stumbled into the bathroom in the dark, falling to her knees
just in time to thrust her head over the toilet.

   After her first heave, her mouth was filled with a very strange
flavor...oddly familiar.  A second tensing and heaving of her body left her
sobbing, as she shakily reached up and turned on the lights.  The liquid
that she was expelling felt all wrong.

   As the lights came on, she stared down into the toilet.  After a few
moments, she began to shake in horror.  Her hand flew to her mouth and came
away sticky.

   The toilet was filled mostly with a swirling, white, gooey liquid.

   "No," she sobbed, pulling herself to her feet as her stomach seemed to
finally be settling, "No...it can't...I can't...it isn't real..."

   She stumbled back into her bedroom, sobbing, and turned on the lights.
She looked around the room for some other sign that she was still dreaming,
or that she had really been here last night, or possibly that she was going
mad.

   Finally her eyes alighted on the dresser.  Next to the television - the
video camera still standing next to it - was a pile of green bills, sitting
on a shining CD.  As she walked closer, trembling (and trying to ignore the
taste in her mouth), she saw that the bills were mostly twenties with an
occasional fifty thrown in.  At least a thousand dollars worth.  Possibly
more.

   And it wasn't a CD.  It was a DVD.

   The label was "Jingle in the box."

   She fell the the floor, heaving sobs wracking her small body.

   With another sighing grunt, Ken came, explosively.  His fantasies had
definitely been a little odd this week, and this was the oddest yet, he had
to admit.  Still, as his mind came back from the blankness of orgasm, it
was one of the more intense.  He'd managed to hold off his orgasm for quite
a while before coming, and though the fantasy had gotten more weird as it
went, it certainly did the trick.

   As he began to wipe his hands off, he scowled once again at his wedding
ring.  He could *see* that the cum should have covered it this time...and
he had cum a *lot*.  But the ring sparkled, totally free of his cum.

   Feeling a little silly, Ken reached down and pushed some of the dripping
liquid onto the ring, just to prove he wasn't going nuts.

   Then stared in shock as the cum seemed to slowly sink into the fine
threads of golden hair that the ring seemed to consist of.

   "What the...?"

   Ken sat in disbelief, pushing the cum onto the ring, and watching it
disappear, over and over again, as if the ring were somehow absorbing the
cum.  Impossible, yet it did it over and over again as he watched.

   He was going to have to ask Christine where the heck she got these.

   Christine, shit.  He washed his hands quickly, then strode out into his
hotel room.  Morning sunlight streamed in as he dialed his wife once again.
The phone rang, and rang, and finally the voicemail picked up.

   Christine *still* hadn't called him back, and he hadn't been able to get
hold of Susie either.  He was really getting worried.

   Ken hung up the phone, a tense look on his face, then picked it up
again. After a few moments someone answered the other line.

   "Dave?  Ken.  Listen, you guys are going to have to do without me for
the next couple of days.  No, I know, but I can't reach my wife...two
days...yeah.  No, I tried.  OK, thanks, I'm going to try to get on the noon
plane.  I'll call tomorrow..."

   Christine sat on the bed, her arms pulling her knees up to her chin. 
Her eyes were red from an hour or so of crying as she stared at the pile of
money and DVD on the dresser in disbelief.

   None of this could be real!  She looked at herself in the mirror, then
looked away again, turning red from even seeing her own reflection. 
That...that whore that she had been...her huge tits jingling as she was
fucked over and over...

   It had to be some sort of dream...or maybe she was hallucinating.  She
couldn't have thrown up what it had looked like...it must have been at list
thirty guys worth of...and she'd never even done that!  She *wouldn't* do
that!

   But still, there was the money.  And the DVD.  All she had to do was
stick it in the player...

   A sudden shiver went through her body, followed by a small cough.  She
wasn't going to cry again...she *wasn't*...although her through felt tight
all of a sudden.  She felt slightly short of breath - oh god, not a panic
attack...

   Christine jumped with a small yelp as the phone rang.  She turned and
stared at the call waiting, and trembled as the number for Ken's hotel came
up.  She couldn't talk to him...couldn't tell him what she'd done...

   She let the phone ring once...twice...she swallowed against the strange
lump in her throat, and finally, drawing a breath in she rolled over and
grabbed for the phone.  She'd have to tell him - maybe...maybe he would be
able to help her, or at least figure out what was going on.

   As she lifted the phone, however, her fingers seemed to lose their
strength around it.  She stared at her hand as though it had betrayed her.
She brought her right hand over to help catch it, but her hands wouldn't
seem to obey her commands and the phone tumbled to the bed.

   Horrified, Christine yelled in frustration, "SHIT!"

   Or that was what she tried to yell.

   What came out, after one final cough, was a very loud, feminine, dog's
bark.