From: Edwin Gay <gaye@delphi.com>
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Subject: TG: "Four Rings" (Magic Trans)
Date: Sun, 13 Nov 94 10:46:52 -0500
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   Four Rings
      by Dafydd Cyhoeddwr
 
     It took Hale a long time to make the Rings.  He made four, each a
different size, intended for different purposes, but they would all do the
same thing no matter how worn.
 
     Hale was a brilliant scientist-cum-magician who had lived a very long
life.  He was old and he didn't like it; the slow wasting of his body by the
unstoppable affliction of age was unbearable to him.  He had tried and tried
to arrest the aging process but nothing had worked.  Then when it was almost
too late, he had come upon the Rings.
 
     They were made of silver and black onyx, blended in an 'impossible'
alloy.  Each was carved identically in a very intricate relief pattern
containing a few very important symbols among the decorations.  He knew they
would work - they were guaranteed - but still he worried.
 
     So, finally ready and all but out of time, he said the proper words over
the first of the Rings and then summoned his nurse.
 
     Elise was beautiful.  Tall, statuesque, with long blonde hair, full red
lips, fuller bust, a trim waist, nicely flared hips, well turned legs and
emerald-green eyes.  She was dedicated to Hale - or, rather, to the money he
paid her - and had done some things for him a more professional (or stuffy)
nurse wouldn't have.  So when she entered his lab that day and he said "strip,
my sweet Elise," she complied without comment, swiftly and expectantly.
 
     Hale's eyes were all for the pussy that was soon uncovered.  It was bare
- she shaved it just for him - and pierced three times, once for each year she
had been with him.  A small, plain silver ring in each set of holes kept her
closed to all but him as they were locked by magic. But, she didn't mind
because he was very good with his tongue and hands, and though his cock hadn't
risen in 10 years he let her fuck her boyfriend every once in a while (while
he watched, of course).
 
     When she was naked, he called her over and removed all three rings from
her labia.  Then, after locking his wheelchair's wheels and reclining its
back, he had Elise 'assume the position', which placed her, legs spread, over
his well-positioned face.  And he went to work.
 
     As Elise knew, he was good with tongue and hands because he had
practiced.  He knew where to lick, suck, nuzzle, or poke, and when.  He knew
how fast to go, or how slow.  He paced himself and her, and he could go on for
hours no matter what her initial mood was.
 
     But today he worked fast.  He felt his heart laboring even as he felt
Elise quivering with the onset of her second orgasm.  His nostrils were full
of the scent of her and his tongue tingled with her taste.  She began to
shiver, then shimmey with orgasm, crying out and expelling her own cum into
his mouth.  It was done.
 
     He lapped her clean and asked her to help him reposition his chair. He
then thanked her for her services and began replacing her rings.  But, the
third ring he laced into her labia was the first of the Rings.  She looked at
it and said, "Oh, that looks nice..." but she got on further.
 
     A whirlwind took them both and shook them violently.  Disorientation and
nausea came, then receeded.  And as the world slowed and then settled, Hale
knew triumph.
 
     He now looked down at his body sitting slack in the wheelchair he had
seldom left in 15 years.  The body looked grey and he extended a hand that
felt young and strong to check for a pulse.  It was there, but weak and
thready.  Smiling, he looked down at himself and wasn't surprised to see
Elise's body, all 38-24-36 of him/her, three rings still in his cunt holding
it closed.
 
     It *had* worked!  Grinning in triumph, he wheeled Elise-in-his-old- body
into a hidden room and lifted the limp body into a special chamber he had
prepared.  With one last look at his old self, he closed the door and
activated the chamber, which would preserve the life in the old shell until
his plan was complete.
 
     Still nude, she/he (how subtly the old distinction s shifted.  He was
still himself, but because of the feel - the new environment, the new
feelings, both of youth and of femininity - of this body, his mind turned his
self-concept from "he" to "she" automatically) went to the phone.  In She
called up Eric, Elise's boyfriend, and, in a voice that was silky, sweet, and
full of promise, made a date with him.  Dressing unhurriedly, reveling in both
the unexpected thrill of the clothes she was putting on as well as the freedom
of being unlimited in her range of movement again, she placed the second Ring
(somewhat larger than the first) into her purse and went 'home' to Elise's
apartment to prepare for her date.
 
     Eric arrived late but Elise knew that he would eventually get there. Hale
had access to Elise's memories (and personality), and she knew that Eric never
broke a date - that he loved Elise and her body, and was also always hot and
ready for sex of any kind.  He had seldom been able to use her cunt, but there
were enough other ways to gain pleasure from each other that he seldom had
cause to complain.
 
     Their usual arrangememt was to eat out, then return to her apartment (he
lived with a roommate) for the rest of the night.  Elise had no wish put off
the inevitable tonight, so she wore her sheerest neglige over a black corset
and a black garterbelt holding up classic black fishnet stockings (no
panties).  Everything was decorated with red ribbons that matched the shade of
her lipstick and the rouge on her nipples.  She was sure that Eric would
forget about dinner.
 
     As indeed he did.  When he knocked on the door and she answered it, he
took one look and gasped.  He moaned as his cock bulged in the front of his
trousers.  He grabbed her around the waist and mashed his lips over hers,
tongue thrusting in time with his groin's movements against hers.  She backed
up enough to close the door then, after a moment or two more pulled away from
Eric.  "Strip, love.  I've got a surprise for that lovely tool between your
legs," she said, removing her negligee and posing.
 
     Eric's eyes bulged. He noticed the difference in the third ring in her
labia (he had that particular area of her body well memorized) but said
nothing in his haste to undress.
 
     Soon he was naked.  He was a tall blond athlete with finely sculpted
features and body and a huge cock.  Elise loved the look and feel of that body
and, to egg him on, she knelt, removed the middle ring in her labia, and
spread the lips wide.
 
     Eric moaned again, and his cock swelled even more.  She lay back on the
couch in invitation and he accepted with alacrity.  He positioned himself
between her legs and carefully slipped himself between her lips and into that
hold that, from so few uses, was perfectly tight about his plunging cock.  And
the tightness of her outer lips squeezing about him was new, alien, and
wonderful.
 
     He laid himself down over her, pumping away, and took a beautiful breast
into his mouth.  He loved all of Elise - her breasts in his mouth, or around
his cock, her ass about his rod, her lips on his, or sucking his prick.  But
he also loved her emotionally - she wasn't just a sex object.  That was why he
stayed faithful to her despite her nutty boss' closing of her cunt to him most
of the time.
 
     Elise began speaking, something she rarely did but which he loved. "Oh
god, Eric, what a good fucker you are!  That huge prick feels so good inside
me, stretching my cunt and making it feel so filled.  Keep it up, harder,
faster...that's it, twist, buck, thrust...oh, I'm cumming!!"
 
     And she did.  She came, and again, and again - and finally Eric came too,
spending massively into her much waiting cunt.
 
     He pulled out and she sat up and bowed over his lap, licking him clean.
 
     She said, "Now for my second surprise."  She stood and wiggled over to
the table.  There, she picked up the second Ring and returned to him. She went
to her knees by him and gently placed the ring over his cock, threading his
mostly-limp cock through it, then working it behind his balls so that it
encircled the base of his now rising cock and under his balls.  He looked at
her oddly, then started to speak, but a light enshrouded his body for a few
moments and then Hale inhabited him too. Eric's "self" went to share Hale's
shell with Elise while Hale's "self" spread across both Elise and Eric,
controlling both bodies.
 
     Hale was overjoyed!  It felt good to be a man again - and such a man as
Eric!  It has been *so* long since he had felt his blood boil and his loins
harden and surge, instead of that odd half-tingle and pop of his old-man
orgasm.  He had felt right as a woman, as Elise, but that was part of the
Rings' magic.  In Eric's body he not only felt at home, he felt the full vigor
of youth as he had once held it, only better.  He felt like a god in Eric's
godling body!
 
     Then he felt something strange.  His mind blured and he was two people at
once - Eric and Elise.  Each looking at the other with complete but identical
and linked minds.
 
     Something totally indescribable overcame him.  He felt Eric erect faster
and farther than ever before, and she felt Elise begin to flow, nipples
crinkling, just as swiftly.  Nothing was said:  the two slowly came together,
then Eric slid with consumate ease into Elise - himself! - as Elise feld that
cock - hers! - again stretch her wide.  They made slow, wierd love, each
feeling the others' feelings, staring deeply into each others eyes the whole
time.
 
     Their climb toward orgasm was enhanced by their mutual awareness of each
other.  It also broke all bounds and records either had ever set for time to
peak and strength of peak, and when they finally came - at exactly the same
time and to exactly the same pleasure - the felt their bodies melting into
each other as the separate parts of their minds/self became even more entwined
into the single Hale entity.  They collapsed in total exhaustion, both
completely spent, when their minutes-long orgasm finally released them.
 
     The next morning, for that was when they - he - woke up, he began working
toward the next member of his little group of bodies.  The former Eric's
roommate was a weight lifter.  For the 'plan' that Hale was trying to put
together, he would need someone of prodigious strength, just in case.  So,
centered in Eric's body for the time being, he made sure he had the third of
the Rings handy and returned home to await for the right moment.
 
     That came some few days later.  It was Saturday and Eric, who had been
staying around the Bridge (as they affectionately called their apartment (both
were ex-Navy)) a great deal waiting, was surprised to find Dan (the
aforementioned roommate) not preparing for his usual nightly date.  When
asked, Dan answered, "Angie got sick with the flu this afternoon.  And the
other regulars are already booked for tonight. *And* I'm tired anyway, too
tired to go stag to a bar or a club.  So, I thought I'd just stay home and
watch TV for a change."
 
     'Perfect,' thought Eric/Hale.  Their bar was well stocked and he
proceeded to suggest to Dan that they do their best to remedy this situation.
 
     Two hours later, both seemed roaring drunk.  'Seemed', because Eric
wasn't anywhere near inebriated, 'though he was drinking as much as Dan. They
were both laughing at the hilarious goings on on the adventure show they were
watching.  As the buxom young ladies were flaunted in their usual way, Dan was
becomming visibly horny.  Shortly thereafter, Eric made his move.
 
     While the closing credits rolled, he (unsteadily) rose and switched off
the set, then staggered over to the stereo wall-unit.  He ultra-carefully put
'Oxygene' on the turntable, set it on repeat, flipped on all eight speakers,
dialed the volume to .5, and cued it.  As the electronic music began softly in
the background, he went and sat across the coffee table from Dan, who was
still staring at the black TV tube.
 
     Eric said, "Hey.  Let's play a game.  It'll help take our - minds - off
of this womanless night."
 
     Dan agreed.  They had 'played' together before, though never more than
jerk-off games.  He muzzily asked, "What can we...uh...do tonight?"
 
     Eric had his answer ready.  "Well, we could have a race.  A contest. The
winner gets something from the loser - something material, just to ease your
mind.  The contest will be...we'll take turns telling erotic stories.  The one
who makes the other hot enough to cum wins."
 
     Dan agreed readily and they undressed sloppily.  Naked, Dan looked
magnificient.  The Elise part of Eric wanted to touch, to fondle, to suck -
but Dan was hetero.  This was as much contact as Dan would allow. He had
bronzed skin, light brown hair, and a cock that was long and thick but which,
though it was larger than Eric's, looked somehow small on his body, so built
up and huge was he.
 
     The contest began.  They took their seats stark naked and chose for who
would start.  Eric lost, so he began fondling his cock as Dan collected his
alcohol-muddied thoughts and then began speaking.
 
     Dan had a good imagination and a wide range of experience to draw upon,
so he was sure he could make Eric pop first.  But he started out slowly, to
build their fun.
 
     "A woman.  Bronze skin.  Coal black hair.  Naked.  Breasts full, large,
pearshaped.  Nipples like steel, hard and tiny, dark brown.  A figure that's
perfect - narrow waist and flaring hips beneath those beautiful tits.
 
     "Her hips.  Smooth skin, shadowed.  A patch of silklike fur between her
legs.  She lays down.  Spreads her legs.  Pink shows within the darkness
between her thighs.  Hands begin to roam, touching her whole body.  One stays
with her rock-hard nipples, toying with them.  One coasts across her flat
stomach, rests for a moment on that so soft bush, and then dips lower, hiding
the pink.
 
     "Her breathing roughens as her hand rubs across her cunt.  Her hand
slickens with her lubrication.  She moans as she touches her lengthening clit.
Liking it, she stops rubbing elswhere and concentrates on her love button
which is now fully aroused.  As she twirls her clit, two fingers slip into her
widening vagina and begin pumping.  Her hips begin to gyrate.  Her other hand
works harder on her nipple and her moans grow louder and louder.
 
     "Soon her hands can't keep up with her body.  Rhythm is broken.  She
doesn't care.  She pumps and twirls and pinches when she can, crying out each
time.  Her hand is slimy, wet with cunt-juice as are her thighs. Her hand
flies about her pussy, working intensely and soon, with a clenching of her
cunt, fingers burried deep, thighs locking hand in, other hand clutching her
breast, she comes, hips arching, and uttering a loud cry of utter ecstasy."
 
     Eric's eyes were glazed, his hand working automatically.  His
enrapturement was two fold - his own enjoyment of the image, and the memories
of Elise, who could provide actual memories of just such a session, let him
know just exactly how each action felt.  Eric was close to cumming and he knew
he wouldn't have to cheat much to let Dan win.
 
     But the contest lasted for an hour more.  Eric was spicy but not too
much; enough to keep Dan aroused and interested, but not too near climax. Dan,
on the other hand, could have been a porn writer and his words would have
aroused a lifelong celibate eunuch.
 
     It was Dan's turn, and he spun this story:
 
                                -:-
 
     You struggle in your bonds.  The leather corsette is tight and binding
and your arms are tied behind you and to the corsette.  Your ankles are
shackled together about two feet apart.  A stiff collar about your neck keeps
your head up and provides the ring by which you are chained to the wall.
 
     In walks she who took you off the street, forcibly, hauled you here and
trussed you up.  With no trouble.  She took great pleasure in cinching your
cock and balls into the cock-ring, you remember.
 
     She is tall and well padded in breast and ass.  She had blonde hair that
is almost white.  She is wearing a leather body suit which is laced wide up
the front.  It has cutouts for her nipples, which protrude, hard and pointed
and deep red.  Likewise, her crotch is revealed by another cutout which allows
her thrusting mound to show.  It was well thatched with pussy hair the same
shade as that on her head, contrasting sharply with the black of the leather
of her suit.
 
     She wears tall black boots with needle heels.  The tops of the boots
reach to her mid-thigh.  Her hands and arms are sheathed in gloves that reach
to her biceps, also of black leather.  She wears a black choker around her
neck and a braided black headband to hold her hair away from her face.  Her
red-painted lips are full but cruel, and the black whip she holds looks cruel
as well.
 
     She stands before you, legs spread, and you smell both the leather, which
is heady, and her cunt, which is hot, ready, and headier.  But you know not to
move without orders and so you wait, staring greedily at that yellow-white
cunt.
 
     She says, 'You dog, you slave.  Show your lowliness, show your obediance
by licking me.  Lick me out.  Make me cum now, fast!'
 
     You edge forward, burrying your face in that soft bush.  Your nose goes
right to the source of the scent and you feel her hot wetness on it. She
spreads her legs wider and you nuzzle deeper, using your tongue and nose, eyes
closed, loving the humbleness you feel.  You work well, tongue in cunt,
thrusting then lapping, then probing again; nose flicking her clit and pushing
it like a button.
 
     Soon, she grips your head and grinds down on your face.  She is
satisfied:  she comes, soaking your whole face in sticky fluid.  You swallow
as much as possible and love its taste.  She sighs and backs away while your
tongue tries frantically to lap up as much juice as it can.  She smiles at the
sight of your shiny face and protruding tongue.
 
     Then she gets mean again.  She cracks her whip and says, 'Stand!' You
obey, chastened from your pleasure at her pleasure.  It is difficult to rise
with your arms tied behind you and your ankles shackled, but you manage it.
She nods, then turns her head to one side and calls, 'Shirra!'
 
     In walks a young woman clad in a white chemise with an open neck. She is
as blonde as the leather-clad one, but is much younger.  It shows in her face
and her almost boyish figure.  Her breasts are prominent but not yet full.
She is beautiful, and obviously in - fear?  awe? - of the leather-clad one.
She over to that one and kneels at her feet, head down and hands crossed
behind her.
 
     The mistress says, 'This is my...niece...Shirra.  My sister's daughter.
Kelly's not married and we don't know who the father is - could be anyone,
given her ways.  Kelly often sends Shirra to me - in fact, we've been together
now for a year, and we have a secret from dear Kelly now, don't we, Shirra?
My niece is very subserviant to me - she does whatever I wish.  I shall
illustrate - Shirra, suck him.'
 
     Shirra knee-shuffles over to you, pulling her shift taught over her
yount, pert breasts.  Her hair falls forward, hiding her small face and very
green eyes.  She stops in front of you and looks up into your eyes around your
throbbing dick.  She smiles, reaches up to briefly stroke your leather
corsette.  Then, looking at the object of her attention, she wraps a small
hand about your cock, then eases her mouth over its bulk.
 
     She goes to work with amazing skill.  Her cheks bulge hugely with the
weight of your cock and you feel her tongue flickering around the length in
her warm mouth.  Then, with a little pop, it intrudes down her throat and you
gasp at the tightness.
 
     Her hands are at work too, one guiding your prick to her face and
stroking the length that remains outside her mouth, the other cupping and
fondling your balls.  You are hot and she is making you hotter - you are
having trouble standing.  Then, you feel the tightening, the tingling, and
Shirra backs off of your cock until only the head is within her mouth as you
begin to cum.  She swallows swiftly, but even so tiny streams of thick, white
fluid ooze out around your cock where her lips can't fully seal closed,
dripping down her chin and onto the flesh of the tops of her breasts.
 
     She continues to suck until you are dry inside, and then she make sure
you are clean outside as well, licking so industrially around your cock that
it begins to rise again.  Before she can start to blow you again, the mistress
says, 'Come here, Shirra.  Let us show this 'man' our secret.'  Shirra
somewhat reluctantly but promptly goes to stand by the mistress who has a hand
to her cunt, idly rubbing it.  Shirra pulls the neck of her chemise open even
further, draws her arms out of the sleeves and through the neck, and then
drops the garment to the ground over her body.
 
     You gasp.  You can't believe it.  She's slender, boyish, her breasts look
young and lush with pointy nipples very hard.  Her skin is cream pale and
smooth.  Her hips are slightly flared.  But your astonishment is for what is
between her legs:  there hangs a cock.  Young, but long, half hard, and
hairless.  Shirra is, at least halfway, male.
 
     The mistress smiles at your stare.  She says, 'Yes, Shirra here is a man
- or boy, yet.  When Sherman came to me he was my nephew.  I have always
wanted a daughter - or a niece.  So, while he was here, he dressed like a
girl, letting his hair grow and wearing a wig if it wasn't long enough.  He
has always looked effeminate, that wasn't hard.  When puberty came, I took him
to a plastic surgeon.  He, or now she's not through puberty yet.  Her breasts
were implanted, but they'll grow bigger with the hormone shots.  They've
already increased by 5 inches.  I'm very proud of her.  I keep her shaved down
there.  It's a very well trained cock she has, too.  It knows how to perform.
And what it likes.  See, it likes you.'  Shirra's "little boy" cock has grown
fully erect, and it rivals yours.  It throbs, and Shirra is staring at you,
her breasts thrust out towards you.  You throb too, your cock springing erect.
You cant understand why you feel as you do about this youngster, but there's
no denying *what* you feel.
 
     The mistress says, 'Say hello to Shirra's cock.  Shuck it.'  You have to
obey, but you find no qualms in you about it.  You kneel before Shirra and she
inserts her cock into your mouth.
 
     The hardness fills your mouth and you begin sucking, using your tongue to
help.  Your helpless state adds to your pleasure.  Of your own accord, you
work Shirra's cock into your throat, which causes her to gasp and put her
hands to your head to guide you further.  Soon, you feel her cock pulsing and
then her warm cum is coursing down your throat.
 
     You make sure she's clean and dry, then let her withdraw from you. You
look up at the pair, well content.
 
     The mistress says, 'You look happy.  Do you like Shirra?  Of course. I
think I'll keep you.  It's not too late to add a few things to your body too.
I'll have a pair of she-males.  You'ld like that, wouldn't you?'  You nod.
'Of course.  Now, let's get rid of that hard-on of yours.  Shirra, kneel.'
She unfastens your wrist-cuffs from your corsette and from each other.  She
commands you to ass-fuck Shirra, who is to be your new sister.  As you slide
your throbbing cock into her ass, you fondle her tits and cock and think about
having a nice set of breasts and being the mistresses slave and Shirra's
little sister she-male.  The anticipation builds and feels good, and you cum
in her ass just from contemplating it.
 
                                -:-
 
     Eric was enthralled.  He saved his orgasm, somehow, until Dan was
finished, but when he did, Eric exploded in a very draining orgasm.
 
     When Eric had recovered from Dan's incredible story and its effects, he
composed himself and said, "I never knew you had *that* kind of imagination,
Dan.  And you certainly did win, fair and square.  So," and he produced the
third Ring, "this is for you.  It's not much, but..."
 
     Dan obviously admired it.  He was always a body-jewelry man and this
looked like a armring of perfect size.  Dan took the Ring and slid it up his
left arm.  It lodged just above his bicep with enough give to be only a little
snug when his arm was flexed.  He admired the look and feel for a few
seconds...and the whirlwind took him.
 
     And Dan joined Elise and Eric within the frozen body of Hale while Hale
now owned and occupied three bodies.  And it was Dan-Hale's turn to distribute
the last Ring.  It had been designed for Dan's sister DeGene, who had married
into billions and who was now, at 32, a widow.  Dan made the call to invite
his sister to dinner.
 
     DeGene arrived on time and was greeted at the door by Elise.  DeGene was
short, spare, and dark of hair and complexion.  She dressed well but not
flashily.  She did eye Elise with a raised eyebrow (as if judging her fitness
to be friends with her brother) but it lowered when Eric came in and they
played couple.  Dan entered last and greeted DeGene warmly. DeGene's gift of
wine was accepted with thanks and put away.  Then, as the meal was ready they
repaired to the dining room and ate.
 
     The meal went pleasantly, but the three Hales were waiting for the end
and what would follow.
 
     That point soon arrived.  Meal over, DeGene went to freshen up. While she
was gone, Elise fairly threw the remains of dinner into the kitchen and then
all three stripped and waited for their guest's return. They silently debated
among themselves about whether to try seduction or force, one mind arguing in
three voices.  Finally, impatience won out and since so much time had already
been wasted by social niceties, the decision was reached to not wait for
DeGene to respond to subtle pressure.
 
     She reappeared, suspecting nothing, and was grabbed and efficiently
disrobed by Eilse and Eric while Dan watched, the light of lust (both Dan's
and Hale's) in his eyes and reflected in his cock.  DeGene was a very
beautiful woman.  She had small breasts and lean hips around a healthily-plump
sex-mound covered in lush, dark fur.  Yes, well favored indeed.
 
     Elise and Eric began as Dan stood and watched. They took DeGene over to
the center of the carpet and laid her on her back.  Then Elise began kissing
her, using one hand and her leg to immobilize DeGene's left side and using her
other hand to begin to kneed and fondle one compact breast and hard nipple.
Eric, meanwhile, similarly imprisoning DeGene's other side and making sure her
cunt was spread wide, put his mouth to her other breast and used his free hand
to manipulate her open cunt.  And still Dan looked on, seemingly unmoved.
 
     Soon, the manipulations and roughness had their desired effects. DeGene's
wild thrashings slowly became languid, aroused movements.  The aphrodesiacs in
the food went to work and further subverted her normal outrage and fear.
DeGene's body responded despite what her mind wanted, so in defense, her mind
detatched itself from the goings-on, unable to reconcile her 'rape' with the
feelings her body was exhibiting.  Thus freed, her body became even more
aroused and ready.
 
     Finally Eric, whose fingers were the barometer, stated (for DeGene's
benefit, since verbal communication wasn't necessary between the three others
in the room) that DeGene was ready.  Now Dan moved.  He took the waiting
pillow and placed it tenderly beneath his sister's ass.  Eric and Elise ceased
their ministrations and just held DeGene's arms and legs, though they soon saw
that even that wasn't necessary.  Dan knelt between those luscious thighs and
began slowly inserting his monster cock into DeGene's very wet cunt.
 
     As his inches slowly dissappeared into his sister, Elise asked, "Why not
just put the earring on now?  Why fuck her, not that its not fun to watch?"
 
     Dan explained as he continued to plunge into DeGene.  "The mind-bluring
of the post-coital period is particularly conducive to the function of the
Rings.  Besides, its been so long since I -- since we -- had sex ---."
 
     He ceased speaking and concentrated on the raping of his sister. He, as
the former Dan, had often fantasized about this, but then, Dan fantasized alot
about things he wouldn't necessarily ever do.  But now, liberated by Hale, he
*was* doing it, and it was even better than any of his fantasies had been.
 
     DeGene - or rather, her body - was responding beautifully.  She writhed
around his long, hard cock, and make sure it touched all of her. She locked
her legs about his ass and used her hands to squeeze her own breasts.  Dan
worked steadily, methodically, and excruciatingly well.
 
     DeGene had always been multi-orgasmic, and the 'substances' that had been
added to her food increased this ten-fold.  So, once she started cumming, she
didn't stop.  This hastened Dan's orgasm as her cunt arhythmically pulsed
around his tool.  Well before he would have liked, then, he came forcefully,
which triggered her most violent orgasm, which sated her for a while.
 
     The (very pleasant) preliminaries finally finished, Dan withdrew and
fetched the earring that completed the set of 4 Rings Hale had created. He
placed it into DeGene's earlobe and within moments she made a foursome in
Hale's suspended body, while Hale became a quartet of people and gained access
to DeGene's billions.  His plan was complete.
 
                                -*-
 
     One week later, the four were together in DeGene's mansion sitting around
and planning.  The materials for a new set of Rings were being procured.
Hale's laboratories were being moved and updated.  Hale's old body had been
destroyed now that the first quarted had been completed and his self no longer
needed the physical shell as an anchor.  Everything was going perfectly.
Except...
 
     Eric noticed it first, and that was a symptom.  They were becoming
different again.  They were all still Hale, who existed as a 'mega-mind'
linking them, but each of them were beginning to think and act differently
from the original Hale and from that mega-mind.  Also, when a thought came to
it, the mega-mind could tell from which body it had originated by its 'flavor'
(to use an imprecise analogy).
 
     This was demonstrated, partly at least, in their sex (which was
frequent).  Elise was very oral.  She got off best on a tongue.  Eric was wild
- anything and everything.  Dan preferred to watch and jerk off, though he
threw a good fuck, too.  And DeGene liked force and mild pain. They orgied
every night and every other day, and in between they played around in less-
than-fours any chance they got.
 
     But Hale-the-mega-mind recoginzed that this division could affect his
plans.  So, he took the last step his researches had indicated which was
supposed to unify the minds of the quartet totally.  The books said it was
dangerous and inadvisable, but they has also said that more than two bodies
was inadvisable as well.  As before, he went ahead anyway.
 
     Using Dan's body, he drew the symbols, made the figure, and said the
spell.  That done, there was nothing else to do but wait:  the spell wouldn't
do it's thing immediately.  There was no way to tell how long it would take,
but it would work, eventually.
 
     Three days later, it activated.  The quartet were orgying at the time.
Eric was tongueing Elise.  Elise had a breast in DeGene's cunt. DeGene was
sucking Eric while Dan cornholed him.  The spell went off and the inevitable
occurred.  The spell went wild.  Hale felt his four selves begin to melt along
with their bodies.  The daisy-chain melted into an amorphous blob of flesh
which swiftly ceased to be.  Hale died five times, very painfully each time,
and his twisted genuis was gone forever.
 
 
1992 by John White.  Redistribution permitted as long as the contents are not
changed.