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From: an236635@anon.penet.fi (Sapphire)
Date: Wed, 28 Jun 1995 22:42:22 UTC
Subject: TG: Black Widow

			     Black Widow
			     Chapter One

	This story starts about three years ago. I was one of those
typical self made men in America. Very popular and athletic, I had
lettered in every sport that I tried. This success followed me through
college, and was a major help upon graduation from college. I had
alumni going out of their way to help me out, and I decided to go into
the commercial real estate business.

	Business was far better than I even thought it would be.
Within a year, I was grossing a mid six figure income. I learned all
of the tricks of the trade, and leveraged a lot of my money into
actually owning commercial property. The savings and loan debacle just
fed into my hands. I was able to purchase lots of commercial property
from the Resolution Trust Corporation, for pennies on the dollar. By
the time I was thirty, I had a personal net worth of over $25 million
dollars, and was making close to $1 million a year.

	Although I was a very eligible bachelor, the new modern woman
pissed me off. I was sick to death of the uppity libber woman that I
saw all over the business world. Sex at home included this concept of
mutual pleasure. The broad's orgasm was suddenly critical. Well, I had
passed through high school and college surrounded by broads who wanted
to please me, and these new babes did nothing for me.

	I became a great fan of dominance over women, and dabbled in
basic B&D with different dates. Rarely did I get repeat performances
from my dates. Most of these babes thought that B&D would be kinky,
but when actually tied up and abused, most didn't like the pleasure I
took in dominating them.

	Needless to say, I was excited to hear of the new club in
town, the Black Widow. A rather exclusive club, they catered to those
who were into serious bondage. Well, having been to a couple of these
clubs, I was kind of skeptical. Most were not into real pain. None the
less, I decided to check them out.

	I went down to the club, and met the manager. The manager was
a rather good looking woman, decked out in a rather sedate business
suit. She interviewed me at great length about my desires, my
preferences, etc. With that done, we went on a tour of the club. The
club was a series of discipline rooms, each equipped with different
types of bondage equipment and furniture. Each room had a cabinet
stocked with a dazzling array of bondage toys, and she promised that
if there were specific items I wanted that I didn't see, they would
provide them. We went to one room that looked like an old blacksmith
shop. I asked what this was for, and she told me some men were into
branding, and they were allowed to do that here.

	The last room we went into looked like a doctor's office. I
asked her what this room was used for. She told me that this room was
used for surgical alterations to the women. I prodded for more
details, but she carefully avoided more details.

	As we returned to the office, I inquired about the costs of
sessions. She explained that the girls here would submit to whatever
the men wanted. Because of this the prices were a little high, but
surely the facilities would meet the needs of the special men who
could afford it. To use the facilities cost $1000 an hour, or $10000
for up to twenty-four hours. I signed up on the spot.

	Over the next six weeks, I spent $60,000 on six full day
sessions. The babes were beautiful, fully submissive, and imminently
pleasing. The facilities and toys were beyond compare.

	I had never seen branding before, but in my fourth session,
thought why not. I took my slave for the day down to the blacksmith
shop. The shop manager helped me through the procedure. She
recommended a cock and ball gag to cut down on the screaming, and
helped me tie my slave down with her ass in the air. I looked through
the brand collection, and settled on two, one for each cheek. Heated
up until they were white hot, I was handed the first one. Cautioned
not to push the brand into her flesh too hard, I stamped her left
cheek with the brand. She writhed and shook convulsively, and when I
stopped to look, saw CUNT bright and clear on her left cheek. Pleased
with the results, I repeated the effort on the right side, and
standing back could clearly read CUNT WHORE when looking at her ass.
This was lots of fun.

	My experiences with totally submissive women was having an
affect at work. Realizing that some women were completely submissive
made me far bolder in my relationships with women at work. I started
to really treat my female employees like shit, fully enjoying it. I'd
call in female workers and offer them raises in return for sex. I
would threaten them with being fired if they wore bras to work.
Surprisingly, they all did what I directed. I thought to my self that
maybe I was stupid all these years for not making them do this stuff
before.

	The one aspect of the Black Widow that had me intrigued was
the doctor's office. I had asked about this many times, and every time
the subject was subtlety changed. One day I got a call at work from
the manager of the Black Widow. She told me that she had a special
treat arranged for me, and that if I would come in, she would tell me
about it. I was pretty sure this included something to do with the
doctor's office, so I took off after lunch, and went down to the Widow.

	I got there, and in fact was led straight to the doctor's
office. She showed me some of the equipment here. They had equipment
to create really large breasts on girls (to please the tit fetishists
she said), teeth pulling equipment (to cure those who bit during blow
jobs), and a full range of other things. She asked me if I had some
time and wanted to watch a procedure. I was very excited and agreed. I
watched them wheel a girl in. The girl was laid out on a surgical
table, and was put to sleep. I observed them proceed to cut on her
feet. I asked the manager what they were doing. She told me that they
had one customer who wanted a girl with very tiny feet, so they were
cutting off her toes, and reshaping her feet. At the same time, they
were putting her foot in a permanent arch, so severe that she would
appear to be standing on her toes. I was fascinated. My fascination
revolved around the total submission that they seemed to get out of
these women. I had no problem with permanently hobbled women, but
never thought that they could find babes to go through all of this.
Good looking babes at that!

	As we left the doctor's office, she told me that she still had
my treat for me. Understand that I had a fetish for fucking a girl up
the ass. I have a rather substantial cock, and can really inflict pain
when grinding my cock in a girls ass. My other major fetish was tits.
I loved big tits, and really enjoyed mauling them, twisting nipples,
and could use all sorts of nipple clamps with a relish.

	We got to one of the rooms, and she led me in. And what a
sight was waiting for me. There was a big titted broad hanging from
the ceiling. The manager told me that she took the liberty of
preparing my slave for me. This slave was hanging from the ceiling by
her hands and legs. Her legs were attached to a spreader bar which was
behind her head, lifting and thrusting her ass out for me. A large
dildo protruded from her pussy, and judging by the lubrication all
around her ass hole, the dildo was arousing her. Her tits were a real
treat. Very large, I could feel that they were all natural. The
manager told me that she would be willing to assist me if I wanted her
to. I gladly said yes.

	I got out a large cock gag, and strapped it in place. With my
slave silenced, I proceeded to attached weighted nipple clamps to my
slaves rather large, dark nipples. I added more and more weights,
until her tits were stretched, and pointed downwards. I could sense
her spasms, and could hear small moans and grunts through the gag.
With one deep thrust, I slammed my cock up her ass. Oh god I was
enjoying myself. I guessed that the manager had lubed my slaves ass
with some sort of special cream, due to the tingling I felt. At first
I was pissed, figuring that the slave wouldn't feel as much pain, but
on second thought didn't say anything, because it felt good.

	I continued to pound away at her ass for about ten minutes,
alternating tugs on her weighted nipple clamps. The manager prompted
me to tighten the nipple clamps. I did so, and at the same time felt a
pain in my chest. Oh no I thought, a heart attack. The manager must
have seen something, because she asked me how I felt. All I heard was
some grunting noises when I tried to speak. My tongue seemed to be a
solid mass.

	I must of passed out, because the next thing I could remember
was coming to when the manager was putting smelling salts under my
nose. How are you feeling she asked. I could feel dull pains in my
shoulders and hips, as well as a sharp pain in my chest. I looked
around, and noticed with a shock that I was suspended from the
ceiling, and that my arms and legs were holding me up. A spreader bar
was between my ankles. I heard a male voice laughing, and watched as a
man walked over towards me. He looked like a twin of me. He told the
manager that he would handle this from here.

	He told me to look down, and when I did, I got the shock of my
life. I had tits and a pussy! He went on to explain that the Black
Widow was opened to eliminate from the world all of the pig headed men
who loved to abuse women. The founder was a female geneticist who
discovered a formula for transferring the physical characteristics
from one organism to another. The tingling that I had felt in my cock
was the formula working. He went on to explain that all of the slaves
working at the Widow were former men, who were now sentenced to being
on the receiving end of the abuse. With that said, he slapped me on
the ass and told me that he hoped I liked it. The manager told the man
that she would take it from here. I saw that she had strapped on a
large dildo. She told me that she would be the first to take my
virginity. I passed out again.

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From: an236635@anon.penet.fi (Sapphire)
Date: Wed, 28 Jun 1995 22:42:44 UTC
Subject: TG: Black Widow

			     Chapter Two

	I regained consciousness again, and could feel that I was
laying down on a table. The sharp pain in my hips reminded me that I
had not been dreaming. Although I had been taken down from hanging
from the ceiling, my legs were tied over my head, and my arms were
also tied down. I tried to look around, but all I could see was the
walls of one of the submission rooms.

	My attempts to look down were hampered by the large breasts on
my chest. Although my chest still hurt, I could see that the clamps
had been removed from my nipples. They sure did feel heavy lying
there. I could see (and feel) that my crotch was thrust up in the air,
and I was scared to see that my balls were missing.

	Although I was somewhat shocked and scared, I was still
thinking at this point that this was some kind of joke. I was certain
that my predicament would soon end. What a surprise I was in for.

	I heard a door open and close, and watched the Black Widow's
manager (Susan) walk over to me. She asked me how I felt. I was
shocked to hear a feminine voice answer her using all kinds of
profanity, demanding to be released. I realized that the feminine
voice was mine. Susan swiftly slapped my ass, and told me to pay
attention. She told me that she would relate to me the facts of life
as they currently existed for me.

	First she said, "This procedure is medically reversible. If I
was a good girl, I could buy my old body back." I argued with her at
this point. I pointed out that I was worth millions, and would gladly
pay whatever it took to get out of my predicament. "Oh no, Susan
replied, you used to be worth millions. Now you are just a dumb broad
with no assets other than her body."

	"By the way," she offered, "your name is now Ashley."

	Susan continued to lay out the rules. The "girls" made 1% of
whatever was paid for them. If a man rented one of us for the day, we
were paid $100. Any time a man complained about one of us, we had to
pay a penalty of $1000. Submitting to any of the special procedures
earned us a bonus of $1000. I asked how much it took to buy my body
back, and she shocked me when she told me $100,000. Quick computations
in my head told me that if I worked every day, it would take me almost
three years to pay the price. I would have to be a broad for three
years!

	She pointed out that the penalties could quickly add up, and
that I had best learn to be a good submissive babe early on. Penalties
other than men's complaints included attempts to run away ($5000),
trying to tell customers about the risk to men by coming to the Black
Widow ($10,000) and a myriad of others.

	Susan told me that I would be given a room to live in here at
the Black Widow, living in dormitory style rooms. The transformed
girls (like me) were strictly separated from the real girls who only
had to work one time, in order to transform the men. The woman who had
my body would live as me, the whole time I worked at the Widow. Susan
laughed, and pointed out that many of the "men" come back to the Widow
to humiliate the new women.

	I was very scared and nervous at this point, believing in the
back of my mind that this was a bad dream, and at the same time
knowing that I was in trouble. Susan started to rub her finger nail
over one of my nipples. It immediately started to get hard, and I
could feel a tingling throughout my body. Once the nipple was hard,
she put her mouth to it, and lightly nipped at it with her teeth.
Electricity shot through my body. It actually felt good.

	Susan started to play with my crotch. "What do you have here
Ashley, she asked?" She repeated this over and over, until I would
tell her that I had a pussy. She continued to manipulate my pussy,
until it started to feel real good. I could feel myself thrusting my
pussy up to her fingers, as she pulled away. She continued to play
with my breasts and my pussy, alternating pressure to various spots,
and I could feel mounting what I was sure was a female orgasm. I heard
myself involuntarily moaning like a whore. My moaning was turning me
on!

	Suddenly, Susan stopped. I was in shock. I begged her to start
again. "Don't stop I pleaded. It feels so good." Susan laughed. "You
just learned your first lesson Ashley. No matter how good it feels,
your personal pleasure is not important. You are a pleasure unit for
anyone who has the money to pay for using you."

	I could feel the spasms start to die down, but still felt
pissed off. I would show her when I got the chance. Susan pinched my
nipple hard, and told me that she had to leave now. She told me that
my scheduler would be in in a little while, and she would take care of
me from then on.

	A little while later, another woman walked in. I did not
recognize her at all. A rather mousy looking broad, she was wearing a
doctor's white coat over a severely tailored pants suit. She introduced
herself as Miss Paula. She told me that she was my scheduler. She was
responsible for insuring that I was available for all assignments that
might come my way. She would keep my log book with credits and debits
based upon work performed, and penalties incurred. Further, she was
responsible for my training, appearance, and personal hygiene.

	Miss Paula unlocked the restraints holding my arms and legs in
position, and a slowly lowered my legs. They sure were stiff. She told
me to sit up, and get dressed for my transfer to the dormitory. As I
sat up, I felt my heavy breasts shift and bounce into position. They
sure did feel funny. All I was wearing at this point was the same
garter belt and stockings that I had seen on Ashley when this all
started, and a pair of heels. Miss Paula told me that I would always
have to have on some covering when walking the halls from one room to
another. She handed me a little piece of shiny black cloth, and told
me to put it on. I laughed, and asked her what this little piece of
cloth was.

	She slapped me across the face very hard, and told me never to
question her again. If I could not see that those were panties, then I
must be some kind of idiot. I looked harder, and realized that they
were tiny thong panties. I hurriedly pulled them on, only after almost
falling down when I tried to stand on the high heels. She laughed at
me, and told me that I better get used to the heels very quickly.

	I almost fainted from embarrassment when I saw the wet sticky
spot on the table, and realized that my pussy had leaked all over. MY
PUSSY! Oh my god.

	Miss Paula handed me a bra, and told me to put it on. She did
give me a little instruction on the bra, and by turning it around to
hook it, actually found it to be quite simple. I later found out that
I wore a 36DD bra. My breasts actually felt pretty good in the bra.
With this done, Miss Paula told me to come with her.

	Walking down the hall was quite an experience. I recognized
all of the rooms, but was quickly coming to the realization that I
would only see the insides of the rooms as a victim, not a customer,
at least for a very long time. I saw Susan escorting a man around,
showing him the facilities. I guess I stared at the man, because Miss
Paula slapped my face, and reminded me that slaves never look directly
at men unless they are ordered to do so.

	We got to the dormitory, and as we got into the hallway, I was
immediately overwhelmed by the sweet scent of women's perfume, and the
musky odor of lots of pussies. I shuddered as I thought that those
were my smells for the immediate future. Miss Paula opened the door to
my room. It was a very feminine room, with a light pink wall paper. It
was pretty small, probably measuring about 10' X 10'. We spent the
next four hours practicing makeup techniques. Miss Paula taught me
that there were a number of set looks, ranging from the whore look, to
the sweet demure virgin look. We practiced all of them.

	An examination of my wardrobe revealed the same kind of looks.
I liked all of the clothes, until it dawned on my that I would be the
one wearing them. The last look that we had put on my face was the
hooker look. Miss Paula told me that each of the schedulers had
different methods to teach the new girls how to be good submissive
slaves for the Black Widow.

	Most of the training sessions lasted around two months. Miss
Paula had developed a technique that turned the new girls into
grateful submissive slaves in less than one month. I resigned myself
to hear what her technique was. She told me that she would loan me out
to a pimp friend of hers for up to one month. Miss Paula related that
most of the new girls were fully submissive in less than the four
weeks, but that none had ever gone over four weeks. I was going to be
a whore!

	She handed me an outfit, and told me to put it one. The gold
color spandex mini skirt barely covered the curve of my ass. She took
my bra, and had me stuff my boobs into a tight tube top. She told me
to wait in my room, until my pimp came in.

	About ten minutes later, a sterotypically dressed (for what I
thought a pimp looked like) big black man walked into my room. He told
me that his name was Leroy, and that I was his. I guess I was still in
shock, because I didn't move quick enough. He screamed at me, "move
your ass bitch," and roughly twisted one of my boobs. Nice tits he
commented, as I rubbed my sore breast. Miss Paula was standing at the
door to say goodbye to me. "See you Ashley - as soon as you learn your
new place in life."

	I could feel my boobs bouncing as I walked, and knew that my
ass was wiggling under the tight skirt. We went out the back door of
the Black Widow, and came up to a convertible cadillac. Get in the car
bitch Leroy directed, and I realized that I had no idea how to get in
a car dressed in a skirt.

	As I opened the door, I noticed that as a woman, I didn't have
the strength that I had grown accustomed to as a man. I pondered how
to get into the car, but knew I didn't want to piss Leroy off again. I
stepped into the car, and could see and feel my skirt move up my
thighs. Leroy laughed, and told me that I should never show my pussy
for free. I could feel my face turn red, as I hastily pulled my skirt
down.

	We drove to an apartment that I later learned was Leroy's. I
asked him if this is where I would live, and he laughed. "You are a
street whore, he commented. You will live anywhere you get the chance
to." He handed me a small pink plastic box, and told me to make sure I
took my pill every day. "Don't want no pregnant whores," he laughed.
This was yet another shock for me, as I realized that not only could I
get pregnant, but I would have periods. ME with PMS!

	Leroy watched me take my pill, and told me that we would head
down to the area where I would be working. Before we went though,
Leroy wanted to "test the new merchandise." I realized that this meant
screwing me. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. I realized
that I had never seen a black cock before. He ordered me to "make him
hard".

	I hesitated a moment too long, because he grabbed my hair, and
pushed me to my knees. He started to slap my face with his cock (which
sure felt weird), and finally pushed it in my mouth. I had a black
cock in my mouth. He grabbed my ears, and started to push and pull my
head, actually fucking my face. I realized that I better at least try
to do a good job, if I ever wanted to become a man again.

	Very quickly he got hard. I couldn't believe how big this guys
cock was. It was even bigger than mine had been. Right after he got
hard, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, flipped me over on my belly,
and shoved his cock in my pussy. It felt really weird to have a cock
inside me. I knew he was trying to fuck me hard, feeling his hands on
my hips, and ramming as hard as he could. This felt very different
than when Susan was rubbing me.

	Leroy continued to pump me hard, when he suddenly stopped. He
picked me up again, and pushed my face on his cock. After just a
couple of strokes, he pulled out and gave me the shock of my life
(even after this interesting day) - he squirted his cum all over my
face! He order me to wipe it up with his fingers, and then lick up
each drop of cum. The cum tasted salty, and I felt totally humiliated.

	He had me clean him up with my tongue, and then told me to get
ready to go. I felt like scum, and knew that this was just the start
of a long, painful period.

	We went down to the car, and I had a little better time
getting into the car this time, experimenting with sliding my butt in
first. I knew that I had better come to grips with my situation
quickly, or this would be worse than it is. Leroy drove me downtown,
and told me that he was going to have me work the garment district for
a while. Evidently a lot of truckers with 18 wheelers delivered goods
all night, and the hookers had a lucrative trade down here.

	He told me that blow jobs cost around $25, regular screwing
around $50, butt fucking around $75, and a suck and a fuck was around
$60. Of course any more I could get was good. He told me that my
commission was the same 1% as at the Black Widow. I was amazed. I
would get 25 cents for sucking a guy off! He told me that he expected
me to have at least $500 by morning, and that he would pick me up
again at 3 AM.

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From: an236635@anon.penet.fi (Sapphire)
Date: Wed, 28 Jun 1995 22:42:29 UTC
Subject: TG: Black Widow

			    Chapter Three

	I watched Leroy drive his Cadillac away, and attempted to come
to grips with what had happened to me. Here I was on a dark street
corner, dressed like a cheap street whore. For that matter, my body
looked like that of a sexy whore. I looked down at myself. Big boobs,
with very visible nipples showing through a tight tube top. My tight
gold mini skirt allowed for my garters and stockings to be very
visible. High heels capped off the outfit. I knew that if I had seen
something like me, I would have wanted to fuck it. But now it was me.

	Here it was, late at night, and this black guy, MY PIMP, had
dropped me off, telling me that he expected me to make at least $500
tonight. Well, fuck him I thought. I needed to figure out how to get
out of this situation. But first, I had to piss. I knew that this
would be a strange situation, and looked for someplace to go to the
bathroom. I saw the sign for a restaurant, and decided I would try to
use their bathroom.

	I started to walk over to the restaurant, and immediately
stopped. My boobs were out of control. They bounced and shook,
completely unrestrained. I wanted to hold them as I walked, but knew
that would look stupid. I set out again, walking very slowly, trying
to minimize bounce. Walking in these heels sure did suck. How did
broads do this every day?

	I got to the restaurant, and walked in, looking for the ladies
room. A man walked up to me, and told me he was the manager. He
informed me that women like me were not welcome in his restaurant. I
started to argue with him, but he grabbed my hair with one hand, and
my ass with the other, and pushed me through the door. I was pissed,
and screamed at him. Early this morning I could have bought his
restaurant, and now I was being treated like a common whore.

	I really had to piss, and walked down the street to a bar.
Inside the bar, I was again accosted by the manager. He quite matter
of factly informed me that I could not turn tricks in his bar. I told
him that I only wanted to use the bathroom. He smiled and told me that
if I would make it worth his while, he would let me use the bathroom.
I could feel the pressure build up inside me, and wasn't sure if I
could control this female bladder. I hastily agreed, and headed for
the bathroom.

	I entered the woman's bathroom, and recognized that things
were different now - no place to stand up! I went into a stall, and
pulled up my skirt. Pulling my panties down was an experience, with
that little tiny piece of cloth down around my ankles. I sat down, and
proceeded to pee. It sure was weird. Sitting there, I realized that
this was the first chance of privacy I had had since the change. I
decided to check out my body.

	I pulled down my tube top, and examined my boobs. They looked
exactly like any other boobs I had seen. I fondled them lightly, and
although they felt like boobs, I was not getting the same thrill from
touching them that I normally would. Looking between my legs, I tried
to examine my crotch. My bush was very different from my normal pubic
hair. My vagina looked just like all the other pussies I had seen,
with pink pussy lips, and a small whole. I shuddered as I thought
about what the hole was for.

	My legs were quite shapely, and were smoothly shaven. As I
stood up and repositioned all of my clothes, I noticed that I was a
whole lot smaller than I was as a man. Although I was pretty good
looking for a broad, I knew that I had to get out of this body as soon
as I could.

	I left the bathroom, and started for the door. The manager
caught me sneaking out, and asked where I was going. "Didn't you
forget something," he asked? I told him to fuck himself, and tried to
leave. He grabbed my arm, and as I struggled (to no avail), realized
that I was only a weak female now, and couldn't count on my old
strength. He roughly directed me to his office.

	Once there, he told me that he wanted a fuck for using his
bathroom. It scared me to realize that the only commodity I had to
sell was my pussy. He pushed me down over his desk, and lifted up my
mini skirt. He slapped my ass, and asked me if I was clean. He pulled
my panties down, and to my shock, instead of fucking my pussy, rammed
his cock up my ass. I involuntarily screamed from the pain and shock,
and he slapped my ass again, and laughed.

	I was in tears from the pain, and begged him to stop. He just
pounded harder. I begged him again to be more gentle. "Shut the fuck
up bitch," he commented. I knew in my brain that women were made to be
fucked, and who really cared what they felt, but the person being
fucked was me. After what seemed like hours, I felt him tense up, grab
my hips, and shoot his cum in my ass. He pulled his cock out of my
ass, slapped me once again, and told me to hit the streets.

	God, my ass hurt. I dressed as quick as I could, and left his
office, heading out for the streets again. I was awfully hungry, but
knew that I had no money in my purse. I was walking along the
sidewalk, when a car pulled up. The man rolled his window down, and
asked if I wanted a ride. Eager to get off of these heels, I wiggled
my way into his car. "How much" he asked. My relief to sit down for a
while was immediately gone, with the realization of what I was - a
cheap whore. I explained the pricing to him. He told me he wanted a
blow job. He pulled his car over in a dark spot, and unzipped his
pants.

	I wanted this over as quick as possible, and attempted to give
what I thought was a good blow job. I thought back to what I had
enjoyed, and did it for the man. He got hard almost immediately, and
started to push my head up and down on his crotch. I licked and
fondled his balls, and every other techniques that had ever worked for
me.

	All of a sudden he held my head down hard, and I realized too
late that he was going to cum in my mouth. He squirted this salty
stuff in my mouth. Too late I realized that he wanted me to swallow
it, and I ended up swallowing most of it. When he realized that I had
swallowed it, he let my head up. He ordered me to clean him up. I
licked his cock clean, and watched him zip back up. I asked for my
money. He pinched my left breast, and laughed. He told me to hit the
road. "Call a cop" he retorted.

	God I was pissed. Here I had been fucked up the ass, and had
to swallow a guys cum, and I still had nothing to show for it. I
realized that I had better get my money up front from now on.

	The night wore on into the morning. I had been fucked two more
times, and could feel the cum leaking out of my pussy and ass. My feet
were sore from the heels, and I wanted to go home and get something to
eat. Leroy came by at 3 as promised, and told me to get in the car. I
slid into the car, and tried to relax. "How much do you have for me"
Leroy asked. I told him that I had $100. "Say what bitch" he screamed.
He slapped me hard across the face. "I guess I will have to teach you
about making money as a whore".

	Leroy made a couple of calls on his car phone as we drove
home, both of them telling who ever he was talking to, to come over to
his crib. We finally got home, and he let me in. I took off my heels,
and sat down. Within minutes the doorbell was ringing, and Leroy let
his friends in. There I was sitting in the living room, looking like a
sexy babe, and surrounding me were six big guys.

	Leroy came over to me, and ordered me to stand up. I stood up,
and Leroy proceeded to slap my face and tits. I was crying (ME
crying), and asking him what the problem was. He told me that he would
teach me to be a whore, not just some girl on the streets. He ripped
my skirt and top off, and threw me on the floor. I proceeded to be
fucked by all the guys for the rest of the morning. Cocks in my pussy
and ass (often at the same time), cocks in my mouth, cum shot all over
my body. I again had the conflicting thoughts that this was ok
treatment for a broad, but not for me.

	Finally they all quit, and left me alone. I fell asleep where
I was lying. I awoke a few hours later, and crawled to the shower to
get cleaned up. My face was black and blue from the blows, my tits
were purple, my nipples hurt from the twisting, and both my holes hurt
from the pounding. To top it all off, I knew that I would have to go
out on the streets soon.

	After my shower I fixed my hair and makeup, hoping to look
good so Leroy wouldn't hit me again. I wasn't sure what I would wear
tonight, seeing as Leroy had torn my clothes off of me. Leroy didn't
let me down, bringing me an outfit for the night. It sure looked
small. I tried to figure it out, and finally did. It was supposed to
be a set of coverall shorts, all of red wet look spandex. The bottoms
were quite short, and thin, splitting my ass, and revealing much of my
pussy hair. I asked where the top was, and he laughingly told me to
place the straps over my nipples. He ordered me to trim my pussy so I
wouldn't be so unsightly. God this was embarrassing. I did not want to
piss Leroy off again, still suffering from last nights blows.

	We went out to the car, and Leroy dropped me off on a
different street from last night. I was determined to really work hard
tonight, mostly cause I did not want to repeat the beating from last
night. I shuddered as I thought about what I was doing. Here I was, a
sexy whore, trying hard to please her pimp. ME. Two days ago I would
hire pimps like Leroy. Now I was trying to please him.

	Well, I worked hard, and was only able to make $450. I was
scared when Leroy came, and rightly so. He beat the shit out of me.
With my weakened female body, I couldn't even put up much of a fight.
I wasn't sure I even wanted to. He would probably hit me harder.

	The third night I finally made the $500. I actually took pride
in the fact that I pleased my pimp. What was happening to me. The
fourth, fifth, and sixth night went the same way, with me making my
quota. I was using every trick that I could remember from when I had
screwed broads, moaning as the right times, acting like he was really
getting me off, etc. It seemed to speed things up, and allowed me more
time on the streets.

	The seventh night started out the same as all the others. I
was finally getting used to doing this, not seeing cocks with the
initial repulsiveness that was the case in the beginning. I guess I
was getting comfortable in the role now too, actually going up to
prospective customers. I got too comfortable, cause this night turned
out a little different.

	This guy looked pretty well dressed as he drove up in his car.
He invited me in for a ride, and I jumped in. He asked me how much. I
explained the pricing to him, and told him that all services were cash
up front. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a wallet. He
flashed his badge, and told me I was under arrest for solicitation. He
picked up a radio, and called for the "whore wagon" to take me
downtown. I was being arrested for being a whore. Oh my god. ME,
arrested for being a whore.

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: an236635@anon.penet.fi (Sapphire)
Date: Wed, 28 Jun 1995 22:42:34 UTC
Subject: TG: Black Widow

			     Chapter Four

	The cop tells me to lean up against his car, and spread my
legs (I've done plenty of leg spreading in the past week). He tells me
that he is going to frisk me for weapons, but his lingering kneading
of my breasts and ass let me know that he is enjoying this. I yell at
him to stop feeling me up, but he only laughs and tells me to shut up.

	After a short time, a big van drives up. He informs me that
this is the whore wagon, and that I am going downtown. The driver of
the van, a uniformed cop, comes around to the back, and opens the
door. I am immediately assaulted by the aroma of cheap perfume. I step
up into the van, and the cop squeezes my ass. I try to turn around to
yell at him, but he just pushes me into the back of the van. The other
girls laugh and tell me to get a seat.

	There are eleven other girls in the van, black, white, and
oriental. They are all dressed like me. Many of them seem to know each
other. I ask one of them what will happen to use. She laughs, and asks
me if this is my first arrest. I tell her yes. She asks me if I have
any money on me. I tell that I have a little bit (it was still early
in the evening). Well she said, the van will drive around most of the
night, waiting to pick up other girls. The cops would insure that we
would not be processed until early the following morning, to make sure
we did not end up on the streets tonight. She told me not to use my
real name, and to tell them that I had no permanent address. This
would be easy, because I did not even know my last name, and the only
address I knew was the Widow. She told me that if this was my first
time, they would attempt to scare me, to include much humiliation, and
maybe even a full body cavity search. I was mortified.

	Well, she was right. We ended up driving around all night. It
was a very uncomfortable ride, with rough wooden seats that even my
new cushioned ass didn't make feel any better. There was not much air
circulation in the back of the van, and my nose was flooded with the
mixed smells of cheap perfume, sweat, pussy juice, and drying cum. I
felt like scum. Just a mere week ago, I was the king of the city. Now
just a cheap whore in the back of a police van.

	We finally got to the police station. We were escorted in, and
processed. I was the only girl to claim that this was my first time
arrested, and when they found no name match, they separated me from
the other girls. I was taken to a room that looked like a doctor's
office. They told me to strip down completely, down on the table, and
put my feet in the stirrups. I had seen the stirrups on doctor's tables
before, but had never paid them much mind - after all, they were for
broads.

	I lay down and put my feet up. The male attendant told me to
scoot my butt down. I moved down, and realized that my pussy and
asshole were fully exposed to anyone who wanted to look. The attendant
put restraints on my arms, upper body, and feet. This I was told was
for my protection. Putting surgical gloves on, the attendant told me
that now they were going to see what I had concealed in me. He plunged
some fingers (I couldn't see how many) into my pussy in a rough
manner. He chuckled, and asked me if it felt good. I was in pain and
this guy was laughing at me.

	He brushed my clit with his thumb, and asked me if I was
getting off. I guess his other hand needed something to do, because
all of a sudden he thrust a finger up my ass. One of the cops
witnessing this asked the attendant if he needed help examining my
breasts. The attendant told him to help himself. Here I was, strapped
to a table, being physically assaulted by a bunch of guys. This woman
shit sure sucked. I again went through some mental thoughts. I mean, I
always thought that this is what women were for - to allow men to
enjoy themselves. But this was me. Me with a pussy and tits. And this
was not a whole lot of fun.

	For god knows how long, a bunch of the cops played with my
body. As one cop would get bored, others would come in. I don't know
how long it lasted, but my body was real sore. A lot of the cops got
off on nipple twisting and pinching, and after a while, my nipples
were very painful. The constant manipulation of my pussy and asshole
eventually turned into a dull throbbing pain. Finally they were done.

	They released my restraints, and told me to get dressed. I
slowly slipped my hookers outfit back on (shiny black thong panties,
and a yellow spandex mini dress that left little to the imagination).
They escorted me down the hall, and dropped me off in a holding cell
full of the other whores I had met last night. I was in pain, and
physically exhausted. The one girl I had talked to last night came
over to me, and asked me how I was. I told her what had happened, and
she told me that it could have been worse. She said that if I was in
jail for a long time, they would administer blood tests to check for
diseases, and that if I was clean, they would use me as the jail
whore.

	I shuddered. I asked her what was going to happen next. She
told me that we would be taken to court sometime this afternoon. She
recommended that I plead guilty (seeing as this was my first offense).
She told me that the fine for first offenses was $100, and that if I
had the money, they would allow me to pay the fine and be released. I
thought about her advice, and decided that I would do anything to get
out of this jail. I would follow her advice.

	Around 2 PM, all of us hookers were escorted to the whore
wagon once again. If it was possible, it actually looked worse in
daylight. We drove for a little while, and stopped at what I later
found out was the court house. We were escorted to the courtroom, and
one by one, our cases were called. I had never been in a courtroom
before, and certainly never expected to be in one being charged with
prostitution.

	The court ran pretty smooth, with the vast majority of the
girls pleading guilty and being fined. One of the girls must have had
a long record of arrests, because the judge sentenced her to three
years in prison. It was bad enough having a broads body - I knew then
that I would never want to spend my life in a woman's prison. I knew
that when I saw Leroy again, I would plead to be sent back to the
Widow. Nothing that could happen to me there could be as bad as
prison. Plus, the sooner I got back, the sooner I could start making
money to buy my maleness back.

	My case was called. The charges were read, and the judge asked
me how I pleaded. I told him guilty. He found me guilty as charged,
and fined me the $100 that all the other first timers were charged. I
paid the money out of my purse, and was released.

	To my surprise/relief, Leroy was waiting outside the
courthouse to give me a ride. "You dumb cunt - how did you get
arrested", asked Leroy. I told Leroy how sorry I was, and broke into
tears (again - ME crying - I still didn't understand this woman shit).
He slapped me hard across the face, and asked me how I was going to
make up the money that I had lost, both from not working, and from
paying the court fine.

	I told him that I would do anything. We drove home. When we
got home, Leroy asked me if I had ever been in a movie. Of course I
told him that I never had. "Well, if you really want to make the money
back that you owe me, I have an acting job for you". My mind had
really changed a lot at this point. I didn't want Leroy to beat me up,
so I was willing to do just about anything to please him. I agreed to
the movie.

	We drove to an old warehouse. I asked Leroy what kind of movie
this was. A fuck flick, he laughingly told me. I had seen lots of
scuzzy films in my time, and had often wondered where they got the
babes to be in them. Now I was one of them.

	Well, for the next six hours, I was the female star of a
bestiality film. I sucked and fucked all kinds of dogs (their cocks
are very different from men). I felt really cheap, and was starting to
regret ever having gone to the Widow. I hoped that by pleasing Leroy,
he would allow me to go back the Widow, and hopefully Miss Paula would
treat me better. The conclusion of the film was supposed to be a horse
scene. I had never seen a horse cock before, and was therefore shocked
to see how large it was. Leroy told me that he didn't want my pussy
stretched out by the horse, so all they wanted was for me to suck the
horse off, and have him cum on my face.

	I proceeded to do the best I could. The cock was so big, I
could not get much more than the very tip in my mouth. I licked and
kissed it, all the time massaging it with my hands. All of a sudden,
the horse tensed up, and the next thing I knew, this monster cock was
squirting horse cum all over my face. Leroy and the other guys were
laughing their asses off. Leroy told me to scoop up the cum, and lick
it up. I shuddered, and proceeded to lick up horse cum. Finally we
were done.

	Leroy told me to clean myself up as much as I could, and then
get dressed. We were going home. I did the best I could, and then we
left. I was in a daze from the fucking and sucking, as well as the
realization of what I had done. It really hit me hard to realize that
as long as I had this body, this is what I was good for - sucking and
fucking. God this sucks.

	To my surprise, we drove past the Widow, turned, and stopped
at the back entrance. Leroy beeped the horn, and Miss Paula came to
the car. Leroy told her that he thought that I had passed the training
course. He told her that I had seemingly come to grips with my new
role in life. He thought that I would be a perfect submissive.

	Miss Paula smiled and told me to come with her. She escorted
me into the dormitory (god it seemed like it was a long time since I
had last been there - even thought it was only nine days ago that I
came to the Widow as a paying customer). She told me to get cleaned up
(to include a douche), put on a nightie, and that she would see me in
the morning. She warned me not to wander about, as I would be severely
punished. With that, she left.

	I had no desire to be punished, so I knew I would follow her
instructions. I stripped off my cum encrusted clothes, and went to the
bathroom. To my surprise, a bath had been drawn for me, topped with
perfumed bubbles. I lay in the bath for a long time (I hadn't taken a
bath in years), and thought that maybe women had the right idea taking
bubble baths.

	I finally got out, dried myself off, and thought about the
douche. Only women douche, not me. I had second thoughts (didn't want
to be punished), and examined the bottle. Following the instructions,
I screwed the cock looking thing onto the top. I inserted the top into
my pussy, and squeezed the bottle. OOOh, it was cold! It felt like a
guy cumming in me, only a far greater quantity. I emptied the bottle
into my pussy, and waited as per the instructions, and then let it
out. It was kind of like pissing, but not really. How weird.

	I cleaned up with some kleenex, and went to my bedroom. Laid
out on the bed was a pink set of baby doll pajamas. Reluctantly I put
them on. Looking at myself in the mirror, I saw a very attractive sexy
broad. I hoped that I could make the money back quickly in order to
buy my body back from Widow.

			     Chapter Five

	It felt good to get a good nights sleep in a real bed. I laid
in bed and felt my large boobs just lying on my chest. I reached up to
touch them and was surprised to notice how good it felt to stroke them
through the silky baby doll pajamas. I paid little attention to my
nipples and they swelled and got hard. Gee, this was just like a real
woman I thought. The effect immediately wore off as I realized that I
was physically a real woman. As I fell asleep I resigned myself to the
thought that I would willingly do whatever it took to earn the money
to pay the Widow for my old body back.

	I woke up the next morning and almost immediately had this
burning desire to pee. That had happened a lot since I got this body.
My bouncing boobs reminded me where I was and I sat down to pee. I
still wasn't completely used to peeing as a woman and I still hadn't
got used to the limited control I had over the hardware!

	I walked back to my bedroom and tried to decide what to do
next.

	I thought about getting dressed and putting on some makeup,
but was afraid that if I did what I wasn't told to do I would be
punished.

	My thoughts were correct because Miss Paula came in a few
minutes later and told me that she was happy to see that I hadn't made
any decisions on my own.

	She told me that today would be a busy day, going to classes
of hygiene, hair care, sexual responsiveness, and others. First we
would go to eat. I was instructed to talk to no one unless spoken to
first. I would never look a man in the eyes when walking the halls and
she reminded me that my breasts, pussy, and ass would always be
covered in the hall. I looked down at my see through baby dolls and
thought about "covered". Miss Paula had similar thoughts because she
gave me a robe to wear over my pajamas.

	We walked down the hall and all I heard was the clicking
sounds of woman's heels. I was sure it was too early for any men to be
there. I started to smell food and we came to a large cafeteria style
room. Miss Paula and I sat down. She ordered breakfast for me - a bowl
of wheat germ, a glass of orange juice, and a glass of skim milk. I
asked her if I could have some eggs and coffee. She informed me that
now that I had a woman's body and it was important for me to look
good. Women were supposed to be skinny and fit.

	I figured I would starve to death. None the less I ate what
was served. I didn't see too many girls in the cafeteria. I asked Miss
Paula how many girls worked here. She told me that at any given time
they had around fifty submissive slaves as well as a staff of twenty-
five real women.

	After breakfast, Miss Paula took me to a room that looked like
a beauty parlor. I was told that here I would learn about taking care
of my hair, nails, skin, and face. I spent the entire day learning
about shampoos, conditioners, blow dryers, facials, nail polish, and
the like. All of the various liquids smelled like perfume and although
at first I didn't like the smells by the end of the day they didn't
bother me. I could actually see the difference in my appearance when
makeup was applied well and my hair was styled. What had I turned
into?

	After dinner (another light meal - to enhance my figure!),
Miss Paula took me to a small conference room. I proceeded to spend
the next four hours learning about personal hygiene. I never knew so
much about pussy maintenance, nor did I care. But now I knew about
yeast infections, pap smears, and horror of horrors, men's periods.
The last one scarred me. I did not want to be on the rag. I had known
lots of women who were bitchy during their periods and I did not want
to be one of them. After the class, I asked Miss Paula when my period
would start. She opened a little notebook and told me that based upon
Ashley's last period, my (MY) next period would start any day. She
thanked me for reminding her and told me that it was important that I
did not stain any of my panties. She told me that I would start
wearing pads tonight.

	We got back to my room and Miss Paula showed me where my
sanitary napkins were stored. She told me to hand her my panties so
she could show me how to attach the pad. The napkin was one of those
with wings. She took the adhesive strip off of the bottom and attached
it to the cotton liner in my panties. The wings were attached to the
bottoms of my panties. Miss Paula told me to put my panties back on. I
pulled them up and felt the sides of the pad rubbing my legs. Pulled
all the way up, the pad was surprisingly more comfortable than I had
expected. I walked around a little bit and although it was quite
obvious that I was wearing the napkin, it wasn't all that
uncomfortable. I mentioned this to Miss Paula and she laughed. Wait
until it is soaked with your blood. You'll come to hate it.

	Soon after that I went to bed. I woke up the next morning, and
typically, had to rush to the bathroom. As I pulled my panties down
and sat, I noticed some blood spots on the pad. Oh no I thought. I'm
having my period. I changed the pad, putting the new one on my panties
like Miss Paula had done the day before. When she came to my room I
told her that my period had started. That's good she replied that
means that you are not pregnant. Well that hit me with a shock. That's
right I thought, I can have babies.

	After breakfast Miss Paula told me that having my period
changed her training plans a little. I was originally going to spend
the next few days learning how to give pleasure with my pussy.

	Instead, I would learn about giving pleasure with my mouth. I
actually went to a class where they taught me about male erogenous
zones. I thought that I had known what got men off but I actually
learned some things. After all morning in class I spent the next day
and a half practicing on actual guys. Miss Paula told me not to worry
about these guys as all of them were former women who had been
transformed here at the Widow. She told me that most of them came back
to help train the new slaves. I tried hard to please and finally got
the point where I could get a guy hard very quickly and could control
his release. My jaw was quite sore, however, from almost two days of
constant sucking. Surprisingly, I was kind of getting used to the
smell of a guys crotch. Prior to this change I had never smelled a
guys cock and balls up close, so it was quite a surprise how smelly it
was. Now, it was not so bad.

	Miss Paula had been right. Having a wet napkin between my legs
was terrible. The smell was atrocious and I felt so embarrassed to
have these pads between my legs. I tried to get out of the classes
(due to my painful cramping) but Miss Paula told me to tough it out.

	My period finally ended (none too soon for me). I was happy
that I didn't have the discomfort of a sanitary napkin between my
legs.

	I mentioned this to Miss Paula and she laughed. Wait till next
month!

	With my period finished, I was now able to go to classes for
pussy training. I spent the next ten days learning about how to bring
a man pleasure with my pussy. I spent hours each day developing my
pussy muscles in order to tighten my pussy at will. I learned about
all sorts of thrusting and grinding in order to please a man.

	My asshole was stretched in order to allow me to receive a
cock easier. I had to do all sorts of stretching exercises in order to
improve my limberness.

	When I returned to my room that night Miss Paula told me that
my training had finished. Starting tomorrow I would be put in service.
She told me that she hoped I had learned my lessons well and would be
a good submissive. "Have a good nights sleep and be ready for me in
the morning," Miss Paula directed. I was somewhat apprehensive. The
one side of me was happy - I would finally be able to start making
money so I can get out of this body. The other side of me was scared.
What would these guys want to do to me? I finally fell asleep.

			     Chapter Six

	I woke up in the morning and after my dash to the bathroom
came back to my bedroom. A typed memo from Miss Paula was taped to my
mirror. Miss Paula directed that I very thoroughly douche my pussy and
my ass and apply my "virgin" look makeup. After I completed that, I
was instructed to put on a white underwire demi bra, white lacy bikini
panties, and white seamed stockings with the white garter belt. I was
expected to complete the outfit with white high heels.

	I completely understood the pussy douche (even though it was
mine, I still could not stand the smell of a "funky" pussy), but
didn't understand the asshole cleansing. Nonetheless, I followed
instructions exactly. I came back to my bedroom to get dressed.

	I still thought it felt weird to wear these skimpy panties. I
had gotten used to wearing a bra and after hours of "bouncing around",
I actually looked forward to putting one on. They really helped
control the bounce. As big as they were, I was happy to know that I
would not have this body forever. These boobs will really sag once
this body gets older. As pretty as this body was, this is one broad
who will end up with saggy baggies I thought.

	I finished dressing and sat down waiting for Miss Paula. I did
not have long to wait. Miss Paula told me to come with her and away we
went. Instead of the cafeteria we went down the hall to one of the
rooms that I had used before as a man. Well, here I go I thought.

	Miss Paula reminded me that this was my first step to earning
money to get my old body back. She very strictly reminded me that any
complaints at all would cause me to be financially punished, delaying
my return to malehood. I promised myself that no matter what happened
I would be a willing and able slave/slut.

	Miss Paula escorted me to the middle of the room and attached
wrist cuffs to each of my wrists. Going to a control panel, she
activated the electric motors which pulled my arms up over my head.

	She came back and attached a spreader bar to my ankles. I
noticed the spreader bar had hooks on it so that my legs could be
pulled up also. With the spreader bar attached she pulled my arms up
tight, effectively removing my ability to move. She came over to me
and pinched my left nipple lightly. Enjoy yourself she told me and
left.

	I didn't have to wait long for the man who rented me to come
in.

	To my surprise, I recognized him. It was Bill, one of my old
vice presidents. I was sure that he didn't recognize me (fat chance of
that) and I thought reluctantly that I was the one who had introduced
him to the Widow. This was great punishment - being abused by one of
my former subordinates.

	"How are you Ashley?" Bill asked. "Fine Master," I replied.

	"Have you been here for a long time? Maybe you have had the
chance to serve my good friend Jeff." Sure I had served Jeff. Jeff was
me! "No Master," I replied. "Well Slut Ashley, let's get started."

	Bill pulled the back of my panties up tight between my ass. He
proceeded to lower the cups of my demi bra. My nipples betrayed me,
getting rock hard with a mere brush of his hands. Bill attached the
screw type clamps to my nipples. I shuddered with the pain. I knew the
pain would get worse when he tightened them up later. He attached a
medium heavy weight to the clamps. I knew this would get worse.

	Bill went over to the control panel and tightened up the
chains to my wrists. I was now barely supporting myself on my toes.

	Suddenly, Bill tightened up the chains to the spreader bar.

	Instead of lifting me up with my back towards the ground, I
was facing the ground. The pain in my shoulders was offset by the full
effect of the weights on my nipples, which now swung freely over the
ground.

	Bill left me like this and opened up a file folder. I knew
from experience that this was a biography of the slut slave. It
outlined those things that a slave really got off on, really hated,
etc. I wondered what it said about me. "Well, I see that you are a
screamer," Bill commented. "We'll have to do something about that."
Bill had me open my mouth and he inserted a cock gag into my mouth. I
couldn't believe how full my mouth felt. My jaw was sore already and I
had a feeling it would get worse.

	"I see you get off on frustrated orgasms and hate being fucked
in the ass. We'll have to do something about that." Bill ripped my
panties off and inserted a large dildo in my pussy but did it very
slowly. Being used to being taken very quickly, I found the slow
insertion to be almost pleasurable. That soon changed. Bill got out
another large dildo. "This ones for your ass Cunt." Unlike the slow
pleasurable insertion, he rammed the dildo up my ass.

	Bill got out a strap like contraption and effectively sealed
both dildos inside me. With this done, he sat down and picked up what
looked like a TV remote control. To my displeasure, it was a remote. A
remote that controlled the actions of the two dildos.

	Bill spent the next I don't know how long manipulating the two
dildos. They would alternate from a comfortable buzz, to a pounding
ram, to a twisting movement, back to a buzz, and everything in
between. Sometimes they both did the same thing, sometimes different.

	Bill seemed to get down to a routine. Bill would manipulate
the one in my pussy until I started to shake and thrust and then he
would stop and simultaneously ram my ass.

	The shakes and convulsions were tearing out my crotch and the
stress and strain on my wrists and ankles wasn't any better. If I
could have yelled at him to stop, I would have, but the cock gag
effectively prevented that.

	I could feel the beginnings of what must be a female orgasm,
but as it started to build, Bill would sense it also and stop the
buildup.

	This was pure torture for me. Yet, I knew that I had done the
same thing to broads before. I thought that maybe tonight I would
experiment with female masturbation!

	Finally, the dildos stopped. Bill removed the strap and pulled
out both dildos. He went over to the control panel, lowered my legs
and then my arms. Fortunately he didn't lower my arms completely
because I would have collapsed. Bill ripped the nipple clamps off my
nipples and I felt a rush of pain and excitement at the same time. My
wrist and ankle cuffs were removed. The cock gag was left in place.

	"Let's go slut," Bill ordered. I followed him out of the room,
and we went down the hall. I knew that the rules required me to be
covered but here I was walking down the hallway in garter belt,
stockings, and a bra with my tits exposed. I didn't think I should
question my master.

	We came up to the door of the room that I knew of as the
operating room. We entered and Bill told me that he thought that I was
missing something. I got scared. He told me that he thought I needed
pierced nipples. With that said, he proceeded to pierce my nipples and
insert a gold post with a dangling small gold chain.

	Before I knew it, a long leash like chain was attached to the
chain hanging from my nipples. Let's go back Bill ordered, prodding me
with a pull on the leash. The leash pull sent electricity shooting
through my body. I was determined not to fall too far behind.

	We went down the hall back to the room we started in. Bill had
me lean over towards the table and rest my hands on the table. I could
hear him lowering his pants and the next thing you know he had his
cock at my ass hole. I knew this would hurt. His cock entered my ass.
I could feel the head of the cock make it past the entrance of my ass
and then he stopped. I hoped he stopped because of consideration for
me but knew that couldn't be the case. All of a sudden I felt a shock
of pain throughout my body. Bill had grabbed the chains attached to my
tits very hard at the same time he rammed his cock up my ass. I could
feel tears running down my face from the pain. "Does that hurt cunt,"
Bill asked? Bill continued to ram his cock painfully in my ass,
alternately slapping my ass cheeks and pulling on my tit chains.
Although it seemed to last forever, I finally felt him shoot his cum
in my ass and he then pulled out.

	Bill grabbed me by the hip and threw me to the floor. I looked
up at him and was disgusted to watch him pee all over me. "What a way
to clean out my cock," hey cunt? Bill finished pissing and came over
to remove the cock gag from my mouth. He then ordered me to lick up
the urine and when I was done he told me to clean up his cock. I had
to fight the temptation to puke as I licked up the urine. I finally
finished to his satisfaction and went over to lick his cock clean. I
was glad that I had douched my ass right now. I finished and Bill told
me thanks. He gave me one last tug on the chain on my tits and he
left.

	I felt totally humiliated and cheap. All I was was a toy for
men to play with. And I didn't even get off! Miss Paula came in a few
minutes later and told me to come with her and get cleaned up.

	Miss Paula led me back to my room, using the leash. I guess I
was a little exhausted because when a fell a little behind she
prompted me to speed up with a tug on my leash.

	We got back to the room and Miss Paula told me to hurry up.
"You have another job in less than one hour." I couldn't believe that
I had to go through all of this again. But then I was also surprised
to see that women could get wore out. I always thought that being on
the receiving end of sex was easy.

	I took a quick shower and as I was drying myself I walked back
to my bedroom. Miss Paula had selected an outfit for me to wear.

	"You and another girl are going to a party. You two will be
there for the visible pleasure of the men, as well as the
entertainment later in the evening," Miss Paula told me. "While at the
party you will be wearing this bikini." I looked at what she called a
bikini. The small pieces of wet looking yellow cloth would surely show
off everything I had. I pulled the bikini on. The bottom barely
covered my pussy and had a thong back, fully revealing my ass. The top
was two thin strips of cloth, that barely covered my nipples. The lack
of support was obvious, as even small movements caused my boobs to
jiggle all over. Miss Paula handed me a light coat and told me to put
it on and let's go.

	We got in a car and Miss Paula drove me to the party. To my
surprise we drove down to the local university. We went to fraternity
row and I was chagrined to see that we stopped at one of the frat
houses. I knew this would be no fun. Miss Paula took my coat and told
me to walk up to the house and ring the bell. She told me that she
would be back in a few hours.

	Well, I bounced and jiggled up to the door and rang the bell.
I was admitted to the house, to the accompaniment of jeers, cat calls,
and whistles. The man who greeted me, told me to make myself
comfortable. I could see the other girl over in the corner surrounded
by a bunch of guys. She wasn't dressed too much different than I was,
although I noticed (with a touch of pride???) that her tits were
smaller than mine. She was a pretty young brunette, she was wearing a
tiny red bikini.

	Well, I spent the next few hours being stared at, being
fondled, etc. Surprisingly, other than the lewd jokes and stories, so
far I hadn't had to perform sexually for any of the men. One of the
men suddenly announced that now it was time for the entertainment.

	He told the group that Ashley and Cindy were going to wrestle,
with the loser being the recipient of a gang bang after the match. You
could have knocked me over with a feather. I wasn't sure how this
would work out. I knew I had far less strength than I had had as a
woman. But then I realized that she would be weaker too.

	We went to the center of the room and shook hands. I thought
that this would be a real wrestling match but Cindy had other ideas.

	Cindy started to slap and kick me. I thought that if this is
what she wanted then I could do this to. I slapped Cindy and started
pulling on her hair. I pushed her to the ground and grabbed her bra
top, ripping it off.

	I grabbed her boobs and pulled her up. I started to punch her
in the stomach. I knocked her down to the ground again. I reached down
to pull off her bikini bottoms, when all of a sudden, she punched me
hard in my pussy. I fell to the ground in shock. I knew that getting
hit in the balls hurt, but this sure hurt too.

	Taking advantage of my sudden pain, Cindy jumped and landed
with her knees on my boobs. I screamed from the new pain.

	Cindy started to slap and punch my boobs, causing me to cringe
in pain. Again, taking advantage of my pain, Cindy ripped my bikini
panties off, insuring that they painfully cut up against my pussy.

	Cindy sat down on my boobs and grabbed both of my ankles,
spreading my legs wide open. She laughed and invited all of the guys
over for a close up look at my pussy. She began to scratch my
pussylips and pinch my clit. I was crying like a little baby from the
pain and humiliation.

	Finally, Cindy got up and presented me, the loser, to the frat
house. To the cheering and laughing of all the guys, I was taken to
one of the bedrooms for the losers gang bang. I proceeded to service
all of the guys (as many as five at a time), and finally passed out
from exhaustion. I woke up (who knows how much later) with really
painful boobs and a dull throbbing pain in my pussy.

	Attempts to sit up only accentuated the pain in my pussy. I
looked down for the source of the pain. To my shock, I realized that
someone had stuck a huge zuchini up my pussy, probably as some form of
joke. I painfully pulled it out.

	Cindy walked in a few moments later and threw my old bikini at
me.

	Get dressed cunt, she ordered. How can you do this to me, I
asked Cindy. How come us "girls" don't stick together? Cindy laughed.

	"Look cunt, I may have this body right now, but I still get
off on putting women in their place," Cindy explained. Rather
perversely, I understood exactly what she meant.

	I got up and got dressed so that we could return to the Black
Widow. It was painful to walk straight and I noticed (embarrassed)
that the least painful way to walk was with a hookers bow leg. I had
always laughed at those babes who had gotten fucked so much they had
to walk bow legged. Now I knew why they did it.

	Miss Paula came a few moments later and we walked out to the
car. The trip back to the Black Widow was very quiet.

			    Chapter Seven

	The next six months went pretty much the same way. To my
chagrin, the vast majority of the men who came i, obviously did not
have the disposable money that I had had. Most of the guys were
perfectly happy to rent me for a couple hours at a time.

	Although this was great from a standpoint of pain, it didn't
allow me to make a lot of money. A check of my account revealed that I
had only "earned" a shade less than $9000. At this rate, I would be a
broad for over five years! I did not look forward to that. Even worse,
John, my former best friend, and senior vice president of my company
had somehow taken an interest in me, and spent lots of money
dominating and hurting me. I am not sure what was worse. Having to
sexually pleasure my "friend", or the realization that I had brought
him to the Widow the first time.

	One morning, Miss Paula came in to see me. She was with the
manager of the Black Widow. I stood up when they entered (as I was
trained to do), but they immediately told me to sit down.

	Miss Paula told me that they had some bad news for me. I
wasn't sure what they could possibly come up with that would be worse
than what I was currently experiencing. After all, I was a red blooded
male, who loved dominating good looking babes. Yet, I was sitting here
with a very full push up bra full of tits, and a tight pair of thong
bikini panties that split my ass.

	"Well Ashley, Miss Paula started, this has never happened
before.

	We are not sure what to do." What, what happened I asked.

	"Jeff, your male body, was killed last night in an auto
accident." Miss Paula told me. I was stunned. I could think of nothing
to say. Miss Paula told me that they would obviously release me from
my obligation to the Widow. As a form of severance pay for my
"discomfort", the Widow manager told me that they would pay me in cash
all of the money that I had earned.

	I must have been in real shock, because I started to scream
and holler at both of them. $9000 is supposed to make up for a
lifetime of being a broad, I asked? I must have really freaked out,
because all of a sudden I saw a needle flash, and felt a slight prick.
"The sedative will take effect in a moment" Miss Paula told the
manager."I don't know how long I was knocked out, but when I came too,
Miss Paula was sitting in my room. Miss Paula seemed actually upset.
"You know Ashley, when we started the Widow, we did so because we
really thought we were doing a service for woman. You know what a
dominating man you were.

	Don't you have a greater appreciation for women now?" I told
her that I did not. Maybe I understood what it was like to be a woman,
but I certainly had no greater respect or appreciation for woman. I
asked her why I could not be switched into a different mans body, now
that Jeff was dead. Miss Paula told me that they had tried that
before. Somehow, the chemical transfer only worked between the same
two people.

	So what am I going to do, I asked Miss Paula. I surely don't
want to be a broad for the rest of my life. I want to fuck babes, not
be fucked. Miss Paula told me that I could continue to work here if I
wanted to. I started to laugh, then cry. Miss Paula told me not to
worry, they would work something out. In the meantime, I should just
relax, and feel free to wander around the Widow.

	Well, after dinner, I returned to my room. I tried to think of
the various options facing me. I knew that I couldn't stay at the
Black Widow. The thought of being trapped in this body for the rest of
my life was scary. The realization that all my money was gone really
pissed me off too. I thought about all of my accumulated wealth as a
guy. I had no family to speak of, so I had had no one to leave my
money to. I had thought of lots of options, but my last will had given
all of my assets to my best friend, John. John, my "buddy", the guy
who had used me the past few months now had all my money. I fell
asleep thinking about all of this.

	The following morning, I awoke to see Miss Paula sitting in my
room. "Well, how are you feeling," Miss Paula asked. "Have you made
any decisions?" I told her that I had no desire to work here at the
Black Widow for the rest of my life. I would have to move out, and try
to make a living. "Well Ashley, that probably is a good decision. Let
me know how I can help your transition to "regular life".

	I thought about what I would have to do. Finding a place to
live was first, but getting a job was close behind. I still had my old
brain, so I thought about doing my old job again. After all, it was my
abilities that allowed me to be successful, not my sex.

	I was charged up, now that I had a plan.

	I got dressed in my most conservative looking clothes (even
then, I thought that it was quite provocative for the business place
new outfits would have to be high on my list too). I knew I would have
to get a bank account first, then look for an apartment. I called a
cab, and went to the bank that I had used as a male. Setting up a
checking account was fairly simple, and they took my $9000 quite
happily. Armed with a check book, I headed for apartments.

	I knew I could not initially live the lifestyle I had had
before, so I looked for a reasonably priced place to live. I was aware
that I had a woman's body now, so I had to live in a better
neighborhood than I might have lived in as a guy. I did not want to be
raped. I found the perfect place, a furnished one bedroom, but after
the huge deposits, and first months rent, I realized that I would have
to make some money pretty soon, before it ran out.

	My next mission was to get some conservative looking clothes.
I had never shopped for women's clothes before, so this would be a new
experience. I took a bus downtown, and went to Belk, a store that I
had been familiar with. Walking into the store, I was inundated with
the smell of perfumes and makeup. Usually I walked right on by, but
this time I was curious, and looked at some of the many options
available. I had become quite competent with makeup application, and
knew that I looked much better with makeup, than without.

	I went to the woman's department, and asked the clerk for some
help with business type outfits. She took me right to the correct
section, and presented some of the outfits for me to look at. She
asked me if I wanted to try some of them on. I took three of the
outfits to the dressing room. I was rather surprised to see the
dressing room. I had been familiar with the men's dressing rooms,
which were rather nice, and rather private.

	The men's had a country club type atmosphere. The woman's was
rather public, and utilitarian. Not much privacy.

	I had a difficult time with all of the outfits. Although all
of the size eights fit well on my shoulders, waist and hips, none of
them would fit over my boobs. The clerk saw my difficulties, and
suggested a minimizer bra, or two piece outfits in lieu of dresses. I
went with the two pieces. I had seen minimizer bras before, and
thought them to be ugly.

	I ended up buying five outfits, and told the clerk that I
would wear one of them right now. The clerk suggested that I switch to
regular stockings/pantyhose, in lieu of the seamed stockings that I
was wearing. I readily agreed.

	My next stop was the shoe department, where I bought five
pairs of shoes to go with the outfits, all of them with short heels.

	My last stop was the purse department. I wasn't really used to
carrying a purse, but knew that I would look funny without one.

	Finally, finished, I knew that I would have to go find a job.
I had the store deliver all of my outfits to my apartment so I would
not have to carry them around all day. I was within a few blocks of my
old business, and thought that I would walk over there. The few block
walk was a nightmare. Comments of "nice ass", "great tits", and wolf
whistles accompanied my walk all the way over there.

	I got over to the office building, and took the elevator up to
my old office (accompanied by some guy fondling my ass in the
elevator). Getting off at the 14th floor, I walked into the office. It
was strange walking into MY office suite. Walking up to the
receptionist, I had fond thoughts of here. A natural red head, I
remembered fondly screwing her. I noticed that she was not wearing the
provocative clothing that I had directed when I was in charge. I guess
the female Jeff had changed all of that.

	I told her that I was interested in applying for a job. She
told me that the only thing that was currently available was the
position of secretary. At this point, I merely wanted to get a job
here. I was confident that I could "work" my way up, and was looking
to using the office as a place to do research in order to expand my
horizons. I told her that I would love to apply for the position.

	I filled out the application, and was told that they would let
me know. I told her that I would check back in a couple of days.

	With that, I left, and headed for my apartment. I got home,
and kicked off my heels. Walking in heels all day really sucked, even
with the lower heels that I had purchased. A check of the kitchen
reminded me that I had not bought any food to eat. I guess I would
have to go out to eat. Going out to eat presented me with a dilemma. I
did not want to get dressed up again, yet the only casual clothes I
had were some spandex exercise clothes that I had worn at the Widow. I
didn't think my feet would handle the heels again so soon, so I opted
for the spandex with tennis shoes.

	What a mistake. If I had thought the comments were bad this
morning, I was amazed yet again. My walk down the street to the corner
deli was accompanied by all sorts of nasty comments, and whistles. I
was personally embarrassed, but knew that I would probably have done
the same thing if I was looking at someone who looked like me. The
trip back to my apartment was pretty much the same as my trip to the
deli.

	I few days later, I checked with my old business. I was told
to come in for an interview. I was really excited. I got dressed, and
did a super job on my makeup, trying my best to look attractive, but
not slutty. I took the bus downtown, and went up to my old office. The
pretty receptionist welcomed me, and told me to wait a minute for my
interview. She told me that I would be interviewed by Mr. Thompson.
Bill Thompson was my old director of personnel. He had always had
explicit instructions from me to only hire good looking babes. He
always had, but I never was too sure of his interview techniques. Now
I would find out.

	The receptionist motioned to me to go to room B, which was Mr.

	Thompson's office. I walked down the hall, and entered room B.

	Bill Thompson looked at me like a new car. His eyes randomly
moved from my face to my boobs, to my legs, and back up. He welcomed
me to the company. He asked me to take a seat.

	I noticed that the chair he had me sit in, offered him a
direct view up my skirt. I wished that I had worn a longer skirt. Here
I was with a guy that I had hired, and he was spending his time trying
to see what color panties I was wearing. He tried to make general
conversation with me, but it seemed to me that every question so how
got around to male and female relationships, and me in specific.
Questions included things like how I felt about not wearing a bra, or
being required to wear short skirts, etc.

	I knew what was going on, and what he really wanted, but none
the less if was a little strange. I knew what was coming next, when he
came up behind me, and started softly massaging my shoulders.

	I expected a fondling of my boobs, and was not surprised. I
was embarrassed to feel my nipples harden up under his touch. To make
a long story short, he told me that he was interviewing lots of girls
(I didn't think I was a girl maybe a woman, but not a girl), and that
if I wanted the job, I would be expected to give him a blowjob. I was
good at that, and wanting the job, complied.

	Well, I got the job, and came to work. The next few months
were terrible. First, the money sucked. I had known how much the
secretaries were getting paid, but had never had to live on this
pittance. I was a little worried about running into John, but he did
not come down to the secretarial pool very often, I didn't think that
he would recognize me fully dressed. The work was quite difficult. I
returned home every night tired. I wasn't making much progress in the
company, and wasn't sure what sort of progression I would make in this
company.

	After four months of this, I was quite perplexed about what to
do next. An examination of my checkbook revealed that I would be out
of money in less than one month. I wasn't making enough to live off of
my secretarial pay, and I did not want to move to a new neighborhood.
I had to do something. What pissed me off the most was the knowledge
that my old friend John had all of my money. Many millions, that were
in fact earned by ME. I thought long and hard about what to do.
Finally, I decided that I would have to work on getting access to MY
money.

	I called John's old number, but the number had been
disconnected.

	On a whim, I tried my old penthouse number, and John answered.

	So he had taken my money and my house! I introduced myself.

	After a long silence, John told me that he remembered me, and
had missed me back at the Black Widow. I told him that I was living by
myself now, and wanted to meet him, and talk over old times.

	He agreed, and invited me over.

	I dressed up in one of my old sexy outfits from the Widow. I
intended to tell John about the fact that I was Jeff, and wanted him
fully distracted by my female body. I got to John's house (MY
penthouse), and the guard let me in. He completely "checked me out,"
and reminded me that the "ladies" usually came in the back way.
Obviously he thought I was a whore!

	John let me in, and the old leech held me close and kissed me
hard. His hands were all over my ass, pulling up my dress to fully
massage my ass through my panties. Knowing what I was going to tell
him, I felt kind of weird. We went into the living room, and he
offered drinks. I told him that he had better have a strong drink, in
order to handle what I was going to tell him.

	I asked for a glass of wine myself. I loved scotch, but found
out that I had almost no tolerance for liquor in this body.

	After some small talk about what had happened to both of us in
the past six months (he was quite happy about inheriting 35 million
from a friend). I told him that that was what I wanted to talk about.
After a pause, I told him about the Black Widow (the inside story). He
sat there is stunned silence for a long time. Finally, he called me a
liar. He asked me what kind of fool did I think he was? "You're a
pretty dumb blonde to try and pull a stunt like this." I told him that
I was not a dumb blonde. I was Jeff. He laughed. "I've fucked you, and
pierced your tits. Jeff was a guy. Jeff did not have a pussy and tits.

	Look at this he said as he grabbed my left breast. Jeff had
nothing that felt this good." I said, OK. Let's go over some things
that only Jeff and John would know. He agreed, and finally I convinced
him that I was Jeff. "Wow, you are really in a spot" John told me. I
know, I replied. I need some help in getting a real estate job so I
can make some real money again.

	Jeff thought about this for a while, and promised some help. I
hugged him, and thanked him profusely. He told me to see him tomorrow
at the office.

	The next day, I came in to work. I went straight to John's
office, only to be stopped by Natalie, my old secretary. I noticed she
looked as good as ever. Looking at her made me miss my cock more than
ever. I remembered screwing her in the ass. I had known that she hated
it, but that had made it even better. I told her that I had an
appointment with John. She told me to go right in.

	I walked into my old office, and greeted John. John seemed to
forget that I was Jeff, because he really checked out my body.

	It was bad enough being scoped out by regular guys, but being
checked out by an old friend, and a friend that knew I was a guy was
embarrassing. After sitting down, John told me that he had some bad
news for me. I sat glued to my seat. What now, I wondered. "There is
no way for you to get a brokers license to sell real estate" John told
me. Why not I asked. Well, it seems that with a morals conviction, you
cannot get a license. "You are a convicted whore" John told me (with a
grin on his face).

	Oh no, not that. I thought back to that occasion. Me peddling
pussy. Me, a convicted whore. It was weird, but I started to cry. John
came over to me, and put his arm around me. "Oh Ashley, don't cry.
I've got an idea for you to make some better money." Why don't you
just give me my money, I asked John. "If I gave all my money to a big
titted blonde, they would throw me in the nut house. However, I need a
big titted blonde bimbo looking woman as a maid/hostess. I'd be glad
to give you the job." I was stunned. What he was asking sounded like a
high priced hookers job all with my money.

	But John, this is my money we are talking about. I don't want
to have to lay on my back to get my money back, is what I told John.

	"Look Ashley. I realize that you used to be Jeff. However, I
don't think you could ever convince anyone else of that fact.

	Look at you. You have big tits and a tight pussy. Besides, you
used to be a whore. I never liked Jeff all that much to begin with. I
always thought you were too pushy and aggressive. The best thing you
ever did was die and leave your money to me. If you want to earn some
of your money back, you can live with me.

	But you will only get paid if you provide good service," John
explained.

	A t this point I did not think I had too many options. I was
almost out of money. I was a convicted whore. I decided to make the
best of things. At least I would get some of my money back.

	I agreed to John's offer. "Move in today," John ordered. "By
the way Ashley, I don't ever want to see you in these conservative
clothes again. Go to the shop listed on this card, and get some
outfits. I will call them, and tell them what I want you to get," John
told me. I looked at the card it was a calling card for a store called
"Second Skin". I guessed that they specialized in tight clothes.

	I got up to leave, but John grabbed my arm. "Might as well
start earning your pay now Ashley," John said. With that, he pushed me
down over the top of his/my desk, and pulled up my skirt. He slapped
my ass, and ripped my panties off (I was wearing a garter belt and
stockings, so no pantyhose was in the way). Before I knew it, his cock
was in my pussy. I thought that I had reached the bottom of my
existence. Here I was with my boobs mashed into my desk, getting
fucked by my old friend. How could life get any worse. Well they
could. I saw John push the buzzer for Natalie.

	I heard the door open and close, and the rustle of stockings
as Natalie walked in. John slapped my ass once again. "Well Natalie,
John asked, what do you think of old Jeff now?" WHAT, he had told her?
I heard Natalie laugh. "It's hard to believe John, that this broad is
our old friend Jeff," Natalie said.

	"Make Jeff suck you off. I want to play with his pussy for a
while," Natalie told him. John pulled out of my pussy, and they turned
me over on my back. John grabbed my ankles, and pressed them down
towards the desk, above my head, fully exposing my pussy. John fed me
his cock, and Natalie went to work on my pussy. I guess woman would
really know how to please a woman, because it wasn't too much later
that my crotch was experiencing spasms that I had never felt before.
Unlike the male orgasm, this one seemed to spread all over my body. I
was moaning, screaming, mewing, etc., in pleasure. "It is really good
to hear you moan Jeff," Natalie commented. John came in my mouth a few
moments later, and Natalie found some pleasure button, because my ass
was shaking all over. They both stopped playing with me, and Natalie
slapped my ass cheek. "How do you like being a broad, Jeff" Natalie
asked.

	I passed out in the horror of what had happened to me, as well
as the pleasure I had gained from it.