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This story has the further adventures of Katie and Jeanette, two college-age
witches. They are now members of the Mu Phi sorority, and use their
powers to help the girls.
The story theme is open - should anyone wish to contribute a story using
Katie, Jeanette, or the Mu Phi sorority, feel free. Just don't mangle the
characters.
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The Consequences of Date Rape
by Elrod W
Katie ran the brush through her hair one last time, concentrating on her image
in the mirror. Satisfied, she carefully set the brush down, then picked up a
tiny bottle. Carefully, strategically, she applied a dab behind each ear, then
another dab on her throat. She turned from the mirror, and saw her cousin
Jeanette standing in the bathroom doorway, grinning.
"Wouldn't it be easier to just, you know?" she waved a hand in a gesture the
two girls knew well.
Katie frowned. "You know Mom doesn't like it when we use our powers for
paltry stuff like that." She brushed past Jeanette and strode to her jewelry
box. "Besides, we promised the girls we would only use our powers to help
the sorority, not for ourselves." She pawed through the box, then picked out
a pair of earrings.
Jeanette nodded as she plopped on Katie's bed, tossing aside some of the
pillows and stuffed animals. "So, who's the lucky guy tonight?"
Katie screamed when she saw her bed. "You always mess up my bed, don't
you! Just to irritate me! Ooohh!" she stamped her foot in frustration.
Jeanette grinned. "So who is he?"
Katie managed to get a smile back on her face. "Ron Withers."
Jeanette's eyes popped open. "Ron Withers - the linebacker?" Katie just
grinned in answer. "How...?" Jeanette sputtered, curious. "Did you, you
know?" she asked, her eyes twinkling mischeviously.
Katie's eyes narrowed with her frown. "Of course not. Nancy set it up.
We're doubling."
Jeanette nodded approvingly. "I should have known. Nancy needs a date
for Chuck Baker's friend, so she asks you. I should have guessed that
someone else would line up your dates." She ducked as a handfull of pillows
sailed her way, just before Katie stomped out of the room.
Katie's date was a perfect gentleman. He held the car door for Katie, offered
his arm, everything but flowers. Katie's was swept off her feet by the
linebacker.
In contrast, Katie got a bit confused at how Chuck Baker, the star wide
receiver, was treating Nancy. He wasn't outright rude, but at times, he was
close. And his paws were all over her, despite her protests. Through the
movie, Katie could hear Nancy firmly whispering, telling Chuck to keep his
hands to himself. And he just laughed about it.
Since Ron's fraternity house was just a block from the Mu Phi house, Chuck
and Nancy dropped Ron and Katie off at the sorority. Ron escorted her to
the door, then kissed her hand as he thanked her for a nice evening. Katie
had to take the initiative; she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him
down while lifting herself, until their lips met.
Finally they broke. "Um," Ron began awkwardly, "thanks." Katie just
smiled. "I had a nice time," he said, almost shyly.
"So did I," Katie echoed. "Maybe we can go out again?" she asked
hopefully.
Ron grinned. "I'd like that."
Katie practically floated into the house and up the stairs to her room - and not
because of her magic. As she suspected, Jeanette was waiting up for her.
"So?" Jeanette asked simply.
Katie refused to rise to the bait. "So we had a nice date."
"Details, girl," Jeanette demanded laughingly. Then she frowned. "Where's
Nancy?"
Katie shrugged. "I guess they weren't tired," she speculated.
Jeanette's scowl deepened. "I wish she'd dump that weasel. I've heard that
he's kind of aggressive. And that he's two-timing her."
"What do you mean?" Katie asked, suddenly concerned for her roommate.
"I've heard he spends a lot of time at the Tri-Delta house," Jeanette said
softly, whispering the gossip. Everyone on campus knew that the Tri-Delta
girls were a bunch of sluts. Somehow, they had suddenly changed from one
of the most stuck-up groups on campus to a sorority which more nearly
resembled a whore-house.
Katie thought for a moment. "She's a big girl. There's not a lot I can do if
she chooses to date a jerk."
Katie stretched, glad that it was a Sunday. She hadn't heard Nancy come in
- it must have been very late. She dragged herself to the bathroom, still half
asleep. When she returned, she saw that Nancy was still in bed, curled up
under her blankets. Katie was still too sleepy to wonder why it looked like
Nancy was still in her clothes.
Katie shook Nancy through the covers. "Wake up, sleepy-head," she cooed.
"I'm going to get some coffee. Want some?" She thought she heard Nancy
mutter 'no', so Katie went down to the kitchen.
Awakened by the caffeine, Katie skipped back to her room. Time to get
ready for a new day. She noticed that Nancy was still under the covers.
Katie frowned, and shook her roomie. No answer.
"Nancy, it's time to get up," Katie said firmly. When Nancy didn't answer,
Katie grabbed the covers and yanked them from Nancy.
And stepped back, shocked. Nancy was curled up on her bed, in a fetal
position, still wearing her dress from the night before. Her makeup was
smudged, and her mascara had run, as if she had been crying. A lot.
"Are you okay?" Katie asked, concerned. She sat down on the bed beside
Nancy.
Nancy slowly opened her eyes. "Sure," she said, hesitantly, her voice
trembling.
Katie could see that she was fighting back tears. "You sure?" Nancy didn't
answer, but she nodded weakly.
During the rest of the day, the Mu Phi girls noticed that something was
wrong with Nancy. Normally happy and talkative, she was suddenly
keeping everything to herself. She wasn't talking unless asked, and then her
answers were clipped. She put off her studying - a surprise to the house,
since Nancy was one of their finer students - and went to bed early.
Katie awakened early for some reason. Normally, she didn't drag out of bed
until eight or nine, since she had late classes. But something made her wake
up. She looked across the room, and saw that Nancy's bed was empty.
Katie was about to shrug off the entire feeling - after all, Nancy was known
for being an early riser. Then Katie heard a soft noise from the corner of her
room.
Katie padded softly to the corner, carefully because of the darkness. And
found Nancy huddled in the corner, curled up, and crying softly. Nancy's
eyes were open, but didn't seem focused. Katie shook her friend's shoulder
gently. "Nancy?" she called. The girl seemed unaware of Katie. "Nancy?"
she said again, more insistently. Still there was no response from Katie's
roommate.
Within minutes, Jeanette and the chapter president, Cindy, were in the room
with them. But no matter who touched her, shook her, or tried to talk to her,
Nancy sat in the corner, crying.
Cindy took Jeanette and Katie aside. "Something's very wrong," she said,
her voice somber. "Is there anything you can do?"
Katie looked at Jeanette, then back at Cindy. She bit her lip, then nodded.
"Please leave us alone," she said finally.
Cindy left the room, glancing over her shoulder, anxious about her friend and
sorority sister. When the door clicked shut, Katie and Jeanette sat down by
Nancy. Slowly, deliberately, Katie cast a spell, haltingly because of its
obvious complexity.
"Nancy?" Katie asked finally after the spell was cast.
"Yes, Katie?" Nancy answered. Her eyes seemed vacant, distant, but her
voice sounded strong.
"What happened to you?" Katie asked directly. This was no time for
subtlety. The spell wouldn't last too long.
"Chuck raped me," Nancy answered, as evenly as if she were reporting the
weather or the stock market results. Jeanette and Katie rocked back, stunned
by what their sister was accusing the man of.
It took a couple of days, but the sorority sisters, through loving support and
friendship, finally got Nancy to open up enough to admit the crime against
her. And another day to convince her that Chuck had to be exposed, and
punished, for the assault. They scheduled a meeting with the dean of
students and the head of the athletic department.
After listening to her story, the dean leaned back in his chair, his fingers
steepled thoughtfully. He stared at Nancy, then glanced around at her sisters,
Cindy, Katie, and Jeanette. "These are some very serious charges you bring,
young lady," he said finally. His tone was less than friendly, Katie decided.
The athletic director was less subtle. "My boys don't rape girls," he said,
pounding his fist on the dean's desk. "They're just normal red-blooded
boys. You put them in a situation where they're invited, naturally they'll
respond."
Katie fought back her anger. "Are you saying that Nancy asked for what
happened to her?"
The athletic director sat back, a smug grin on his face. "Everyone knows
what you sorority girls are like. And even if she didn't, it comes down to his
word against hers." He crossed his arms, a blatant gesture of defiance.
Katie glanced, and saw the ashen pall on Nancy's face. Her lip trembled,
and Katie could see that Nancy was fighting back tears. Katie stood. "I
guess I was wrong to think that this administration would give a damn about
anything besides its precious football program, even if they are a bunch of
rapists." Her voice was barely-restrained anger.
"Just a moment, young lady," the dean started to say. Then he stopped,
suddenly fearful as he stared into Katie's burning eyes.
Katie stormed from the room, and her sisters followed her. Outside the
building, Katie pulled Nancy into a hug. "I'm sorry," Katie said, fighting
back her own tears. "I shouldn't have talked you into this." Nancy didn't
answer. Katie knew that she, too, was fighting tears.
Katie's sixth sense wakened her in the middle of the night. Something was
horribly wrong. She glanced about the dark room, trying to make out any
details. Slowly, she was able to make out shapes among the shadows. And
she realized that Nancy was not in her bed. Katie sat up with a start, then
saw the single line of light at the base of the bathroom door. Katie jumped
from her bed and padded to the door. She paused, listening at the door. But
she heard nothing.
So Katie knocked, concerned. But there was no answer. Now worried,
Katie twisted the doorknob, and found to her horror that it was locked.
"Nancy," she screamed out, twisting frantically at the doorknob. But it
wouldn't give, and there was no answer from within. Katie waved her hand,
and the doorknob twisted open of its own accord, light spilling into the
bedroom.
Katie ran into the bathroom, and saw Nancy slumped in the bathtub, still in
her nightgown, but her eyes vacant, staring at nothingness. Katie dropped to
her knees, and shook her roommate lightly, then more insistently. Then
Katie turned, and saw the open bottle on the counter.
Katie screamed, then shook Nancy more frantically. With one hand, she
probed Nancy's wrist, searching for some sign of life.
Jeanette came into the room, her eyes barely open. "What's going..." She
stopped, seeing Nancy. "Is she still alive?"
Katie answered through her tears, "I think so."
Jeanette closed her eyes, concentrating. She began a long incantation, then
waved her hands. A ball of energy materialized at her fingertips, then shot
into Nancy's nearly inert body. After a second, Nancy's eyelids fluttered
open.
Cindy closed the door behind her, glancing over her shoulder to make sure
Nancy was sleeping peacefully. "That was close," she said. The hall was
full of sorority sisters, very concerned about Nancy.
Katie nodded her agreement. "Too close."
"We have to do something. Before she succeeds." Jeanette's tone was
solemn, somber. And she was right, the girls knew.
Cindy looked at Jeanette and Katie, worried. "So what do we do?"
Katie glanced at Jeanette, then back to Cindy. "Leave that to us," she said,
her voice steeled with determination.
Katie's smile was deceptive. She had easily arranged a date with Chuck -
with some magic help, of course. They started with dinner, just like Nancy
had. Then a movie. And then Chuck said he'd like to take a walk under the
stars. Katie smiled and said that sounded nice - she already knew what to
expect. They parked in a remote place, and then Chuck got very aggressive.
Katie said no, she wasn't that type of girl. But Chuck didn't slow down. All
girls are that type of girl, he said. Katie waited, protesting feebly as Chuck's
hands wandered all over her, caressing her breasts, and then he undid her
bra. Still Katie waited. And finally, Chuck went for her crotch. Katie
smiled, then cast a spell. Chuck stopped, almost frozen. Katie suggested
they go back to the sorority house. Chuck agreed, and drove there, an
automaton under Katie's spell.
Giggling, Katie led Chuck up the stairs. "There's a special room up here,"
she said, hinting at things to come. Chuck followed her like an obedient
puppy dog.
Katie turned on the light, and Chuck found himself staring into a dim
windowless room, shackles on the walls. Suddenly, he was aware again.
He turned to Katie. "I didn't think you would be into this sort of thing," he
said, grinning wickedly.
Katie smiled. "I'm not." Seeing Chuck's confusion, she continued sweetly.
"But you are." Katie waved her hands, and Chuck was in the shackles,
chained at the feet and wrists.
"What the hell?" Chuck protested angrily. He tugged at his bonds, testing
them and displaying his fury.
Katie just smiled sweetly. "You raped my sorority sister," she finally said.
At that cue, Jeanette, Cindy, and Nancy came into the room. They stood in
front of Chuck, staring at the accused rapist. Katie waved her hands, and
she, Jeanette, and Cindy were suddenly robed, black flowing robes, and
white English judicial wigs.
Jeanette banged a gavel, which had appeared from nowhere. "Does the
accused have anything to say for himself?"
Chuck stared, bewildered. "This is a joke," he spat defiantly. Then Katie
waved her hand at him, and Chuck found himself talking. "I forced myself
on her last week. She said no, but I wouldn't listen." His mouth dropped in
shock at the confession.
Jeanette banged on her gavel again. "It is the opinion of this court that the
accused is guilty."
Katie raised her hands, and said a magical incantation. Chuck found himself
changing, his body altering, as the spell hit him full force. He felt himself
shrinking, his body losing both height and weight. Before his eyes, his arms,
once muscular, shrank until they were thin and weak. His hands thinned, his
fingers grew finer, and his nails grew long. Chuck's chest caved in, getting
smaller, except for the two breasts which sprouted on his chest, slowly at
first, then faster and faster as they filled, got rounder and fuller. Chuck felt a
giant hand squeezing his waist, constricting it, making it narrower, until it
was only 22 inches. Below his waist, Chuck felt his hips widening, his ass
getting round and feminine. And he screamed as he felt a painful tugging
within his manhood. He felt his dick withering, getting smaller, while his
testicles pulled up, inside him. Painfully, he felt his internal organs
rearranging themselves, felt his dick turn inside out. And his hair grew
quickly, sending brown locks cascading down his head, spilling off his
shoulders. Finally, the change was complete.
"What..." Chuck's eyes widened at the sound of his voice, high-pitched and
sexy, "what are you? And what have you done to me?"
Katie laughed. "You think all girls want it? That rape is okay? Well, it's
your turn." She pressed the girls backward out of the room, then cast a spell,
a glow which settled into the doorframe.
Then she stepped back into the room. Chuck watched in horror as a massive
bulge grew in Katie's shorts. Katie grinned, then pulled the shorts down,
revealing a large, engorged male organ, thick and erect and ready for action.
Katie waved her hand, and Chuck felt his clothes vanish. Katie laughed
cruelly as he struggled in his chains, trying to pull himself away as she
advanced on him. Then Katie reached out with her hand and grabbed his
hair, pulling him painfully toward her.
Chuck's face reflected his fear as he realized that he was now too weak to
resist. He was now weak, and vulnerable, and helpless. He tried to scream.
Katie watched knowingly as the reality of his situation sank in to Chuck.
And when he opened his mouth to scream, she expertly gagged him,
muffling the sound before it could even start. Katie waved her hand again,
and Chuck felt his clothing change. He looked down, tears in his eyes, to
see himself clad only in a sexy bra and lacy panties. Katie cupped his boob,
squeezing it tenderly, then she pinched the nipple painfully. Chuck
whimpered in pain and humiliation as Katie slid the panties down his legs,
exposing his vulnerable new femininity.
And then she took him. She forced herself on Chuck roughly, without any
regard for him, or for his feelings. And after her magical organ had been
satisfied, she backed away, staring at the whimpering girl, hanging in her
bonds, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Tough guy, aren't we, Chuck?" Katie said mockingly. She lifted his chin.
"It's a lot of fun, isn't it, Chuck? Or should we call you Charlotte?" she
demanded, her voice edged with anger. "Is it okay if we call you Charlotte?"
she asked mockingly. Chuck just sobbed, then Katie dropped his face and
stomped out of the room.
And as she stepped out, her magical masculine organ vanished, while her
clothing reappeared. She didn't say a word, but just nodded to Jeanette.
Jeanette took a deep breath, then stepped into the room. Like Katie, her
clothing vanished, while an erect male member sprouted between her legs.
Wordlessly, she had her way with Charlotte, the former Chuck, raping his
femininity, leaving him sobbing as she humiliated him.
Cindy took her turn, and stepped into the room. But unlike Katie and
Jeanette, she reached up and removed Charlotte's gag. Then she forced her
head down, into her crotch, and force the former football star to give her a
blowjob. Satisfied, she stepped from the room, leaving her gagging at the
cum she had just shot into Charlotte's mouth.
One after another, the entirety of the Mu Phi sorority took a turn at Charlotte,
humiliating her in one way or another, sometimes two at a time. And she
was powerless to stop the multiple rapes, the abuse, the humiliation.
Finally, Katie came back into the room. Charlotte stared at her, fear in her
eyes, as she transformed. But Katie just smiled wickedly at her. "Enjoying
yourself?" she mocked. "It's good for you that it's a weekend. You can stay
the whole weekend, and have as much fun as you want. You'd like that,
wouldn't you?"
Charlotte felt tears streaming down her cheeks, felt the sting of the
embarrassment. She shook her head no weakly, praying for mercy.
Katie laughed. "Since you are enjoying yourself so much, you can stay. At
least until tomorrow. And I'm sure the girls won't let you get lonely!" A
wicked glint appeared in her eyes. "Any time anyone wants you, you will
give." Laughing, she left the room, leaving the former Chuck chained,
helpless, semen dripping from his chin and pussy.
For the next day, one girl or another would excuse herself from the group,
grinning, and make a trip upstairs. A few minutes later, with an even bigger
grin, she would reappear. Talk drifted to the ways that Charlotte - studly
Chuck, macho football player - was learning how to satisfy a horny penis.
Then Katie, Cindy, and Jeanette went back upstairs, Cindy carrying a small
bag. As soon as the door opened, Chuck looked up, crying, waiting to see
what new degradation she would be forced to endure. But the girls didn't
rape her. At least not yet. Instead, Cindy took off the gag. Chuck gasped
for fresh air.
Cindy stepped in front of him. "Would you like to leave us?" she asked
simply.
Chuck looked at her, confused, then at Katie and Jeanette. Then he simply
nodded.
Katie made a gesture, and the shackles came free. Chuck fell to the floor,
then huddled on the floor, rubbing his sore wrists and ankles. He looked up
at the girls, fearful.
Cindy tossed the bag into his lap. "Put these on," she said simply.
Chuck carefully opened the bag, and removed a lacy bra, some frilly panties,
hose, high-heel shoes, a short leather skirt, and a low-cut blouse. Chuck
looked up at the girls, puzzled.
"Come now, Charlotte," Katie mocked. "Time to leave us and make your
own way in the world!" Chuck stared at her, his mouth open in horror. Katie
watched for a second, then waved her hands. The pile of clothing vanished,
reappearing on Chuck's sexy female body.
"Nice outfit, Charlotte," Jeanette observed. She waved her hand, and a full-
length mirror appeared in front of the former Chuck. His mouth dropped
open as he stared at what he had become. The clothing was designed to make
him look like a hooker, and he saw that his face was made up appropriately,
with eye shadow, teased hair, and full pouty lips covered with bright red
lipstick.
Chuck tore his gaze away from the image of the vixen he had become. He
looked at Katie, his eyes pleading. "Aren't you going to change me back?"
he finally begged.
"Tomorrow morning, maybe," Katie said, her voice without emotion. "If
Nancy thinks you have learned your lesson, and if Nancy forgives you."
She let the words sink in, terrifying Chuck with the fact that his fate, his very
existence as a man, hung in the balance. She waited until the realization of
his predicament made him white with fear. "But tonight, you have a party to
go to. At the Delta house."
Chuck - now Charlotte - dropped her pretty head, accepting the fate which
was now his, sobbing.
The doorbell rang, and Katie opened it. There stood Chuck, tiny and
delicate, and fearful, and looking so abused. His skirt was torn, as was his
blouse. His makeup was smudged, and the streaks of mascara revealed how
much he had cried. Katie grinned, pulling Charlotte into the house. "Look
girls, it's Charlotte!" she said, laughing. Chuck could do nothing but stand
there, enduring the painful abuse.
"Did you enjoy the party, Charlotte?"
"How many guys had you, Charlotte?"
On and on went the embarrassing questions, and the girls made Chuck
answer each and every one of them, recounting in humiliating detail each and
every sexual act he had performed. Finally, they led Nancy into the room.
Chuck looked at Nancy, then bawled. "Please forgive me, Nancy," he cried,
genuine tears running down his cheeks. Chuck fell on the floor at Nancy's
feet, sobbing, not knowing what fate would be his.
Katie slipped beside Nancy. "Would you like to add your personal
humiliation?" she asked softly.
Nancy looked down at Chuck, crying, sexually violated, humiliated beyond
his comprehension. Then she looked back at Katie. "No. I can't do that to
him. Even though he deserves it." She buried her head in Katie's shoulder,
and Katie felt the sobbing of her roommate. "I just can't make myself do
that," she cried.
Jeanette and another girl helped Nancy sit down, then Cindy turned to
Chuck. "I trust you don't think date rape is such a trivial thing?" Chuck
looked up, shaking his head, as tears streamed from his eyes.
Cindy glanced at Katie, who nodded. "Remember this - if you ever do
anything like this to another woman, this can be made permanent." Katie
waved her hands, and Chuck transformed back into his own body.
Tentatively, he felt his chest, his face, and realized that he had escaped with a
relatively light punishment. "Now get out of here!"
Thanking them profusely, bowing meekly, not lifting his gaze from the floor,
Chuck backed quickly to the door, then opened it and fled.
Katie and Jeanette sat beside Nancy. "Are you okay?" Katie asked, still
concerned.
Nancy wiped a tear from her eye, then looked at her friend and roommate.
"I think I'll be okay," she said cautiously. She tried to force a smile. "At
least, okay enough not to try anything stupid again."
The assembled sisters breathed a collective sigh of relief. Nancy continued,
"Thanks, all of you. It helps a lot knowing that I have friends willing to help
me out."
Katie, Jeanette, and Cindy sat at the kitchen table, drinking a last cup of
coffee. "Is she going to be all right?" Cindy finally asked, still concerned.
Katie sipped from her cup, then nodded. "I did a check, using my magic."
She took another sip. "The whole punishment thing was a catharsis for her.
A big release. She doesn't feel humiliated, now that we showed her how
much we support her."
Jeanette set down her cup. "She's still going to have a lot to work through,"
she said carefully.
Cindy smiled. "I think she'll have an easy time with that. After all, she
knows that we'll go to any lengths for her." She smiled, then made a
gesture, as if holding an extremely long dick within her lap. The girls
laughed so hard they hurt, and tears flowed.
FIN.
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