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You better be over 18 if you want to read this (or 19 in UT and similar
places). I'm not responsible if you ignore this warning. There are naughty bits
in it, which will warp your fragile young minds. You have been forewarned.
Everyone else can enjoy and send e-mails to [email protected] .
Thank you Trisha for writing the original "trilogy".
Disclaimer: I'm really not that good at writing descriptions of the sexual
encounters, with unfortunately little personal experience to draw from. This is
my first try at a story for Fictionmania. I just hope the situation will be
stimulating.
All or Nothing: The Female Executive, Part 1
By Petey
Why do I put myself through this? I have a nice house, sex slaves, big
salary, good job, why do I really need to be a level 5? Ah yes, Michelle.
-"Anna's got a yacht, we need a yacht too."
-"I'm bored with just 13 slaves."
-"Don't you have the balls to succeed?"
I talked to a few other level 6's the other day. Half of them would've
stayed put at level 8 if they had their way. Must be some corollary to the
"behind every powerful man..." phrase.
I can't breathe. The guy I'm going up against is a beast. Looks more like a
level 3 than a level 6. Great, in less than an hour I'll probably be his little
fuck-toy. "Spread your legs for me Grace", I can hear it now. I can't even bear
to think how I'd feel after losing. Being like one of my little toys, nothing but
boobs and a cunt.
I remember the time before my first match. Damn, it was 3 years ago.
Michelle had me train for weeks. She refused to even touch me at night unless I
had spent 3 hours at the gym. It's weird, I can't remember the sounds, or the
look of the crowd, I just remember the smell. A room filed with sweat, semen, and
hormones. If there was a gym at the Playboy mansion, that would be the smell. If
you asked me to describe Geena before I pinned her, I couldn't. I don't even
remember the match itself that well. I do remember George going for my legs and
slipping a bit as I dodged the move. Next thing I know there's a shapely redhead
underneath me begging for cock. I do remember that first fuck as a master though.
I took my dick and ran it along her crotch. She downright cooed as I ran it
along her outer lips. I took a firm grasp of her newly expanded ass and rammed my
member into her dripping pussy. I barely noticed the orgy going on around me. I
was the ruler of someone else and it felt great. I can't tell you how long I
pumped into her, but she screamed out in joy about a dozen times, so extrapolate
from there. When I was spent, I walked over and met my other whore, Sharon.
I could tell she had been busy pleasing Michelle by the grin on my wife's
face. I'd like to tell you I felt sorry for her, being enslaved because her
husband wasn't good enough, but I didn't. I made her sit in front of me and lick
my member back to fighting strength. Sharon looked almost as good as her ex-
husband. She had short blonde hair and smooth, lightly tanned skin. I couldn't
say what her face looked like just yet, but I could see her long slender legs and
tight ass. I could definitely get used to this.
"Each man gives his blood to the Great Master as a sign that he may do
whatever he likes with that blood."
Oh shit, the ceremony has begun. I'd been cut before, but it still freaked
me out each time. I could tell by Michelle's glare that I was the only one
outwardly nervous. We each got cut and preceded to file towards the combatant's
bench. Two level 8s fought first. It was a good match, but it had the same result
as any other. The blonde guy got rolled over and his opponent got hold of his
wrists. It was over and Mason & Mason has one new level 7 executive and one new
fuck-toy. My involvement in the orgy to follow was more for appearances than
anything else. When you're the only guy in the room not boning a bimbo, it looks
odd. My match was next.
I walked up and stared down my opponent again. Brian Newton was this
behemoth's name. He had bulging muscles, bulging veins, and generally looked like
he had been in the gym for a year straight. Before I knew it, he was running at
me, screaming like an animal. I dodged that first lunge and managed to keep my
foot out for him to stumble on. He didn't fall yet, but lost enough of his
balance for me to quickly jump on his back for a takedown. I don't know how he's
did it, but even with my 215 pound frame on him, he got up and threw me. Yes, he
literally chucked me 10 feet through the air. Needless to say, Brian knocked the
wind out of me and quickly took the pin.
"You fucking bastard!" I heard Michelle shout.
I once asked an ex-exec what it felt like to change. I expected a typical
airhead answer, but she told me, "You can't explain it fully in words. Combine
the most terror you've ever felt with the greatest pleasure you've ever felt and
you come close."
She wasn't far from the truth. I tried to scream in terror as I caught
sight of my new breasts in the corner of my vision. Blonde hair fell over my eyes
as my pussy formed and a wave of delight swept over me. Intellectually, I was
scared shitless. Physically I looked and felt like any supernaturally beautiful
woman having an orgasm.
Brian seemed to be going okay, for awhile. I wasn't concentrating too hard
on his changes, but they didn't look like the others I'd witnessed. Brian
clutched his head, then his chest before crumbling into a heap beside me. The
room was completely silent
I cried out in my new soprano, "Master! What's wrong?" Then I felt the
priest's hand on my shoulder as he spoke to the crowd. "Brian Newton has defiled
himself and this competition. As punishment, he has succumbed to his own
cowardice." I began to cry over the body of my new master as the priest talked to
the level threes and fours assembled on the mat.
"Okay, what really happened?" a level three began.
The Priest replied, "He took a large amount of steroids before the match
and his body couldn't take the extra change the magic brought."
"Well, can't you just change the other guy back into a man?"
"No, once a body has been sapped of it's manliness, none can be replaced."
"So what do we do now? We have two dozen fuck-toys with no master and an
empty level 5 slot."
"I have an idea." a level four piped in, "Remember how we almost got into
trouble a while back for having no female executives?
"You're saying we let the fuck toy get the job?"
"No, the priest can change her mind to a more suitable form. She'll still
look like a whore, but we get essentially the same quality executive."
"Will it work Priest?" said the level two.
"Yes, but it requires use of the corpse and the widow."
I was still clutching Brian when the priest walked over to me with Brian's
wife in tow. He pulled me off and tied Brian's corpse to his wife. She was of
course screaming and lashing out during this, but there was no hope with 4 high
level executives grabbing her. The priest instructed me to get on top of them and
hold down their wrists like it was a pin. I complied and he began chanting
something. I could see Brian almost deflating beneath his wife. His wife had
slowly ceased screaming and began to moan with pleasure instead. Her long dirty
blonde hair turned platinum as her breasts inflated and tummy sucked in.
Meanwhile I was feeling more alert and less, well, dumb. I could remember some of
Brian's business contacts. I felt stronger too.
After a few minutes of this, the priest stopped and untied my new bitch,
Shelly. She leapt up and kissed me full on the lips. I was all too pleased to
return the favor. The previously silent crowd now took this as their cue to let
the orgy begin. Shelly and I began a 69 as someone else shoved his dick into my
ass. The initial shock was over quickly and I just let it happen. Soon after I
experienced my first female orgasm, followed soon by a second, and third, and
sixth, and twelfth, and I completely lost count. I had a body built for sex and
the will to control it for my own benefit. The orgy slowly died down and I took
the place of a victor on the bench.
I sat down beside Michelle and gave her a peck on the cheek. She seemed to
still be in a state of shock and continued to stare ahead.
"You can call me Grace now, honey," I told her.
She shot a dirty look at me and said, "I'm not your 'Honey' any more you
lesbo bitch."
"Strong words from a woman who's been eaten out by nearly fifty different
women," I shot back.
She actually got up and left in the middle of a match. I wasn't leaving
though, not with all this delicious cock and pussy around.
When I got home I was just spent. It was a lot like how I was after a
normal session like that, but with a pleasant tingle radiating through my body.
The new house was a true mansion, with two guest houses big enough for a family
of five to live in. Michelle had arrived earlier and was unpacking boxes of stuff
from the last house.
I snuck up behind her, covered her eyes and yelled, "Guess who?"
She promptly threw me off and stormed away. Why was she acting like this? I
was, for all intents and purposes, still her husband.
I chased her to the on-property lagoon where she was crying beneath an
umbrella.
"What's wrong Michelle?" I said softly.
"I can't stand the sight of you, you're a fucktoy now and I'm all alone."
I frowned and said, "I'm still the same person, and I still love you."
She once again backed away and said, "No! You're another bimbo in the
household."
I cut her short with, "I am not a bimbo, even if I look it. Sine squared
plus cosine squared equals one. The capital of Azerbaijan is Baku. You really
love it when I nibble your ears like this..."
She swooned as I began to do my work on her ear lobes. Sometimes I think
Michelle can orgasm just through her ears. It's strange as shit, but she wasn't
pushing me away any more.
The nibbling led to deep kissing, which led to gentle caresses from both of
us to the other. I was beginning to understand the concept of foreplay after 7
years of marriage. I was making my way to Michelle's pants when she stopped me
short again. This time instead of calling me a "lesbo bitch", she suggested we
unpack some of her toys. We left a trail of clothing on our way to the bedroom.
My wife had romped with many women, just like all the Mason & Mason women
had. However, she always preferred male companionship. Since I was frequently
occupied in other ways, if you get my meaning, she had taken a liking to being
probed by a 10 inch strap on wielded by one of our slaves. Michelle also managed
to collect quite the assortment of dildos and other sexual aids. I had never,
ever been interested in being penetrated anally like that before, but now I was
glad she was so horny.
I hate to tease you like this, but I really don't feel like giving you a
blow by blow (pun intended) account of our first all-night sex romp. Suffice it
to say I woke up in the morning with plenty of dried juices on my skin, the love
of my life still beside me, and surrounded by thoroughly trashed furniture. I
gave Michelle a peck on the cheek then got up to survey my new surroundings.
The first stop was the servant's quarters to look at my newly acquired
property. 2 slaves at level 8, 6 slaves at level 7, 14 slaves at level 6, and a
maximum of 30 at level 5. I had 27 slaves now. Obviously Brian was no more,
apparently Brian accidentally killed one of his old slaves, and I had beaten a
guy with no wife at level 7. Surveying my harem - I suppose that's still the
correct term - I counted 12 blonde white girls, 2 Asians, 11 brunettes, a black
girl, and my redhead. Lord, what to do with all this pussy?
I decided to keep Geena as my secretary. I always liked redheads, even now.
Every time I asked Michelle to dye her hair red she threatened to smack me. I
don't know why. Maybe she hated the thought of not being my ideal, but had too
much self-respect to change anything, if that makes a lick of sense. I hadn't
tried out an Asian before, so they would stay on property, and why not keep the
black girl as well? I decided to send 6 of the brunettes and 7 of the blondes out
to make some money, the rest would be maids, cooks, gardeners, etc. at the
estate.
After that little bit of planning, I went back upstairs and woke up
Michelle. She suggested we go into town and buy me a new wardrobe. I couldn't go
to work in a bathrobe, and none of Michelle's clothes fit properly for a work
environment. It was odd, but I was actually excited to get clothes. I snickered
at the feminine stereotype and got into some of Michelle's sweats.
The Closet Mirror is where I got my first good look at my body. All in all,
it was very similar to the slaves I already had. The perfect long blonde hair,
cute nose, puffy lips, gravity defying D-cups, shapely hips and a neatly trimmed
pubic patch. When a man is transformed, 90% of his female form is derived from
his new master's image of the perfect woman. 10% comes from the man's original
look. It ensures that each slave looks a little different than the last, but
still looks very appealing to their master. I could see the 10% in my eyes and,
oddly enough, ears.
The shower was a nice experience. Of course, slaves are designed to feel
twice the pleasure of normal women, so the cool sprinkles all over my skin got to
be distracting. The shower was a little longer than my usual ones, and when I got
out, Michelle was waiting for me in a T-shirt and Jeans. It was probably the
least glamorous outfit we owned, but she knew it would look better since I would
be in sweat pants for a while at least. I threw them on and we headed out the
door with a slave to drive the car and carry packages.
It was a blast. I quickly discovered the difference between a woman staring
in lust and a man leering at a hot body. I'm sure it was residual sex toy
training, but I liked it a lot. A few guys I even flirted back with. Michelle
nearly fell over in a mix of shock and laughter when I opened my blouse for a guy
at the restaurant who spent the first 2 courses examining my cleavage. I loved
trying on Jeans. I loved buying lingerie. I loved making sales people squirm when
Frenching Michelle in front of them. The Mason and Mason magic had shortened my
learning curve to nothing. By the time Michelle and I came home at around 7 we
had both had our hair done and spent nearly all my monthly salary increase.
24 hours ago I was a handsome man, now I had the body out of Playboy. My
wife had become my lesbian lover. And to top it all off I got a promotion. To
tell you the truth, I'm really glad Brian cheated. My life seems perfect.
***
To be continued in part two. Grace goes in to work and finds a new place in the
company.
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