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Glee I hate myself, because I am no longer a man. It wasn't the way life was supposed to go, but the current me is the result. When I was 20 and in college, I was still a virgin. There were enough wild parties, but I was always too damn shy to really enjoy them. I had one girlfriend in high school, but I wanted to wait... and she didn't. We broke up and she went on to become known as a bit of a slut. Anyhow, my chance for things to change finally presented itself in the form of Jill. Jill wasn't the bad girl type, but she wasn't boring either. She was in the pharmacy program, and had the brains to match her good looks. I still remember her long red hair and emerald eyes. Her interests ran the gamut of esoteric hobby, including films, games, and the occult. In essence, she was the perfect girl for me. Like most of the girls I had been interested in, she already had a boyfriend. She had come to college with a significant other already back home and though I openly refused to pursue her, I always had it in the back of my mind. If there was a chance for me to hang out with her, I was there. It was my inability to distinguish when I should leave well enough alone that got me in trouble. One day, she came to me with a proposition. The conversation went something like this. "Hey, do you want to help me with the feminist movement?" she asked. "What do you mean?" I replied. "There is a Feminists On Campus meeting tonight and I wanted you to go so you could give a male perspective." Jill explained. I nodded my head and considered. It was just a meeting, so no big deal, especially if it made me appear better in her eyes. "Okay, no problem. When is the meeting?" I asked. "Eight o'clock, on the dot. Don't be late." She said as she walked away. I watched her walk, checking out her beautiful curvy ass as it swayed back and forth with her gait. Eventually, I came to the meeting on time, pen and paper ready in case I found something worth writing down. The atmosphere was largely smiles and laughs, right up until I entered the room. Things quickly changed, growing business-like and distant. "Excuse me. Are you lost?" one of the girl's asked. "I don't think so. This is the F.O.C. meeting right?" I asked, wondering if I was in fact lost. One of the girls hissed out a sigh and mumbled something. "As you are a visitor, you can sit off to the side. We do things by the book, so you will have to wait until we address the public." The girl at the head of the table explained with a slight sneer. I quietly took my seat and wondered where Jill was. I was really tempted to leave right then and there, but decided to stay. For her, I could easily tough it out. "Hi, I'm late." Jill said as she entered the room. Gossipy whispers fluctuated before the meeting was brought to order. I feel bad even for what happened then. It had been a long day and the business format bored me to tears. Even worse, a good deal of the issues they were talking about stopped interesting me almost immediately. It was very different from the feminists of the early 1900's who had demanded equal rights and a right to vote. Sexual harassment, abortion policies, and special rights for single mothers were some of the more important ones, but most of it was nitpicking and complaining about how men were the problem. My head swam as the meeting dragged on and I eventually dozed off. I awoke when I heard a shout. Everyone at the room was glaring at me. Even Jill. "So, this is the open minded male opinion you brought?" their leader questioned. "Well, he usually doesn't fall asleep when others are talking." Jill stated as her eyes continued to burn into me. "I apologize. It's just that this is..." I began and realized I probably shouldn't have started. "This is what, exactly?" Jill asked. Although I wanted to please her, I don't usually back down because I carry an unpopular opinion. "...that a lot of this sounds like whining. Don't get me wrong, some of this is important but a lot of it sounds..." I began before quickly being cut off. "Whining? I bet you also think this is PMS related and that we should just stay at home while men do all the work right?" Jill interrogated. I could see where this was going now. I stuttered a bit then left before I had the entire room barking at me. After the meeting, I stood outside waiting for it to end, hoping to salvage what I could. Jill walked right by with a group of her friends. She didn't turn her head or even say a word to me. It was a ruined opportunity to take interest in something Jill cared about. I sighed heavily and headed home, feeling sorry for myself, and wondering why I had even bothered. It was several days later before these events came to fruition. Jill had sent me an angry e-mail about embarrassing her and how she didn't really want to be my friend for a while. I just sat around miserable, missing a few classes, and hanging out with other friends, hoping to distract and console myself. After a while, I decided that I would just try and view her as a friend, not that my subconscious agreed, and that I couldn't allow small disputes to make me feel like I had my heart ripped out. However, when I arrived at my house, a note had been left for me in my room. When I read it, my heart nearly leapt out my mouth. Dear Sam, I am still mad at you, but I think I would like to give you a chance. Would you please meet me at the park around 11 tonight? See you there. Love, Jill When I saw the words love and chance, I spazzed out and ran around the room. I primped as if I actually cared, combing my hair until it was perfect, putting on cologne, and searching for any non t-shirt I owned before heading out to meet her. I arrived about five minutes early. I was sweating profusely, and I still had no idea what to say. If I spilled all my feelings, she might freak out, but if I didn't give her anything, how would she know how much a liked her? It was lucky on an ironic level, that none of that stuff was going to matter. A moment later I felt a sting on my neck, as if I had been hit with a paintball. I found myself getting dizzy as I reached to feel the wound. What I found was some sort of dart. I barely managed to whisper an expletive as I fell unconscious. When I awoke, I was strapped to a table in a dark place. Everything was kind of fuzzy looking, and I felt some cold instruments prodding around. My mouth had something hard in it that I couldn't easily spit out. I did my best to remain calm, as I knew I had been kidnapped. I had read some stories where kidnap victims freaked out and were killed. In other stories where they stayed calm, they died later. It seemed like a slightly better option to survive for the time being, so I did my best to keep my cool. Suddenly, one of the instruments gripped my testicles by the scrotum and twisted hard, causing me to jerk wildly in agony. I did my best to ignore the pain, but it wasn't easy. "Good, you're awake. You really should have left Jill alone. She had a boyfriend already but you just couldn't take the hint. Then you come to her meeting and fall asleep, only to tell her that she was whining? You damn pig." The female voice that must have been wielding the tongs spat out. "This one will be more than plenty to take revenge on, for a time, my sister. Listen to us little girl. We have you entirely at our mercy. We are at a remote location, with no one to hear you scream. You do as your told, and things will only hurt a little." Another female voice said. She sounded older, and certainly meaner. I nodded, hoping that this was just some sort of feminist prank. The table tilted forward until I was practically standing. Across from me, I saw a blurry humanoid shape. It took a little while for my eyes to clear up, when I saw myself in a mirror. I was naked and strapped to a table, the ball gag in my mouth now clear. My head had been shaved bald, along with the rest of my body. I could clearly see little black dotted lines on my skin, especially a few on my crotch. "We are going to make you look the part, little girl. Maybe, after being a woman on the receiving end of male oppression for a few years, you will better appreciate the feminist agenda." The now visible older woman told me. She looked like some sort of military officer, beret and all. I heard what she said and ran it through my mind a second time before I realized what she meant. The telltale surgery marks and the comment connected in my mind, painting a horrific picture. I started to struggle against my bonds, panic overwhelming. I could hear them laugh even as I felt one of the restraints give way. I grabbed for the female commanders hair, moving with a speed only explicable by adrenaline. Grasping it firmly, I pulled her as close to me as possible and put my arm around her neck. I tried to make it clear that I was taking a hostage, but the ball gag prevented me from saying much. I instead drooled a lot and made a clacky sound. The laughing had stopped and I was soon injected with another tranquilizer. I squeezed the feminist commander's neck as hard as I could before letting go, but only received a cough and a slap to the face. With the last of my fading strength, I struggled to raise my middle finger before passing out. I'm not really sure how long I was out before I woke up. I felt a bit of sunshine on my face and tried to move. It hurt to see. I was hogtied and on a bed, my eyes shifting over and seeing a lot of frills on the blankets. I was too sore to really feel much yet. A look down revealed one source of the soreness. I saw two large pieces of flesh hanging off my chest, squished against my arms, too big to fit easily between them. I knew that they were breasts, probably implants of some kind. Both of them were supported in a frilly pink dress that I was now wearing. I tried not to think about the rest of my body, but assumed the worst. Before I could really adjust anymore to my predicament, I saw the feminist commander enter the room. Her beret was gone, but her anger was intact. A fire burned in her eyes as she yanked down the panties I was wearing and I felt two fingers enter a place I never knew I had. Her other hand fondled my breasts. "There little girl, there! Do you feel manly now? Do you want to try and escape again! I already told you no one will hear you scream, so you had best cooperate! Even if you escape, we will find you! Do you understand? Do you understand?" It was horrible to feel someone forcing love on me. She worked her way inside me without my permission, driving her fingers mercilessly, stiff and unyielding. "Yes! I understand!" I squeaked out, surprised at my new voice. I sounded like a damn anime girl. My hope was that she would stop as soon as I answered. However, things only seemed to get worse. I was crying. She kept playing with my body, until my tears stopped coming. Her fingers felt like sandpaper inside me, scraping my insides bare of any lubrication. When I could barely stand it and I was shaking, she stuck a finger in my asshole and wiggled it around. I was surprised that it fit so easily. "All of your surgery was very top of the line, even dangerously illegal. Still, we made this hole just a bit bigger for when we start whoring you out. We're going to invite powerful, thick cocked men to come and fuck you like the little whore you are. You'll be the star of a whole collection of little porno films. The worst part is, with the hormones we'll be giving you, you'll be begging for it." She said as she finally left me alone. I thought about crying, but I was all cried out. I just sort of let my mind break at the overwhelming tragedy of it all. I was now a slave, to be abused at the whims of some mad fanatics. They wanted to turn me into some little whore, to break my will and my mind. It then dawned on me that I knew what they wanted. She told me all the details, just to make me cry, to humiliate me, to frighten me, but she also had informed me. I had acted in a few plays and wondered how well I could fake things. I tittered nervously as my mind snapped at the idea I had suggested to myself. They wanted a little whore, made by a psychotic punishment regime and hormones? I'd give them a little whore. Although I had a plan, things weren't really as easy as I had wished. I played through scenarios in my head all day, hoping that I would be wrong. Eventually, a vapid looking girl in a French maid's outfit came into my room. "Look at you! Your makeup is all runny. Here, let me fix it. By the way, my name is Tonia and I'm here to take care of you and to entertain guests with you! It'll be fun..." she said as she undid the ropes that had held me. I briefly considered bolting for the door, but I had already guessed that it was locked and that there would be security of some type. Tonia led me by the hand into the bathroom, sitting me down in front of a makeup kit. I ran a mantra through my head, just thinking over and over 'it's just like theatre, it's just like theatre.' I saw myself in the mirror and knew: they had spent more money on my plastic surgery then I had thought possible. My rugged features had been replaced with soft petite ones, my eyes larger than I ever thought possible. My brown hair had grown back, but was now in an attractive bob hair cut. It was even stranger to see this as makeup was being applied to my face. I was already good looking, but Tonia was transforming me into a goddess before my eyes. She apparently knew the procedure well, but on the other hand, she was a girl... That's when it hit me. Any person I had met in my life could have been another gender at some point and I would have never known. I had a brief vision of all sorts of people in my life, taking on the other gender. What that meant to me at the time I wasn't sure, but it weirded me out nonetheless. "Are you done with her makeup yet?" a voice outside asked. "She's almost ready!" Tonia yelled as she applied some lipstick. She then fetched me a cup of water and produced two pills. "No drugs." I stated as seriously as the squeaky voice allowed me to. I think I might have broken through the shallow pools of Tonia's psyche at that point. She suddenly got very quiet. "You should take them. It will hurt a lot if you don't." she said as she plopped them into my hands. The seriousness of her tone frightened me. I figured poison was the least of my worries for the time being, so I swallowed them down. The effect was nearly instantaneous. My crotch became wet and warm as the hole between my legs sent shivers through my body. The door opened and I nearly glided across the floor to the outside. It appeared that I was in a mansion... no a hotel of some type. It was large and the rooms had numbers marking them. The stairs were an opulent decoration of the building, heading up centrally and sweeping out to meet the doors of the second story rooms. To be less flowery, it was sort of anchor shaped. I nearly fell the last few steps down the stairs, but two strong muscular arms caught me. The man grinned and lifted me up to my feet, though I think I lingered there for a moment, gazing at him, especially his crotch. As he turned me around, I saw the feminist bitch, smiling evilly. "Well, now. Pleasure Tools..." she said gesturing to the three men in the room, "You have served us well for the last four years and it is once again time for your annual reward: a new whore to hone your skills on." I was so dizzy and horny at this point that I barely registered what was being said. I found my hand stupidly pawing at their pants, the erections of the "Pleasure Tools" already obvious. One of them came to me and started to squeeze my new breasts, my large nipples already poking through the silky pink frills. The other began to remove my panties, and spread my legs apart. I heard his zipper coming down and my mouth started watering at the prospect of what was to come next. His hands rubbed my ass before he plunged his cock into my waiting, quivering pussy. It drooled fluid onto the floor as he slid in and out, slurping it, as he filled me with his rock hard manliness. It hurt a little as he thrust, but not enough to over whelm the pleasure. I moaned so low at first I could barely here myself but it started registering louder as the feeling overwhelmed my body. "More! Mooooore!" I screamed as he pounded into me repeatedly, my body rocking with each thrust. The orgasm was like heaven, my entire body awash with feeling. He had started to pull me towards him as he entered, penetrating further and further into me. The second tool had moved on to removing my clothing and sucking at my breasts, my large nipples tingling violently. The third had put his dick to my face and I began licking at it ferociously until I was able to get my lips over the head and began to suck on it. I must have been quite the sight, like some porno queen, sucking and fucking like a pro. Each of them must have had some practiced control of their bodies, for two of them came simultaneously. My face was sprayed with jiz as cum filled my pussy. I fell over as a second orgasm overtook me. However, my initiation would not be over until the final blow was dealt. The second moved away from my breasts and grabbed me roughly. I was too dazed to care as he took his rock hard erection and shoved it into my ass. I could almost feel every vein and ripple of it inside me. My world became pain for a few brief seconds, and suddenly I heard myself moaning again. It grew as he reamed me, until I was shouting. "Fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." I breathed as he continued to anally rape me. My ass squirmed and bounced with his cock, my cheeks clenching. I knew on some level that this was totally fucked up, but the immediate pleasure seemed to drown that out momentarily. Sort of like being drunk. My cries were echoed in Tonia. The other two tools had moved on to molesting her, both of them sandwiching her, fucking her ass and cunt simultaneously. She did not even seem to register the world. She screamed for more, and bucked her hips to their thrusts. They whispered to her that she was a useless cunt and she agreed wholeheartedly as they came all over her face and threw her to the side like a rag. In a few moments, his swollen member had discharged into my backside and he withdrew. My orifices all leaked with sticky white fluid as if I were nothing but cum on the inside. I giggled stupidly. "Your new name is Samantha whore. Get used to being fucked, as it will now be your livelihood." The crazy military lady said. I just drooled out cum lazily and laughed as I blew a bubble. Well, the drugs wore off after an hour or so at which point I took a shower. My room was locked and they were apparently not too afraid of anything I might do. This either meant they were highly prepared, foolish, or both in my mind. I briefly considered killing myself with something in the room, but tried to hold myself back. I wanted to die pretty badly, but at the same time I couldn't give up. I tried to reason with myself: if this was happening to me, it had happened to others. If I didn't keep it together and get back to tell the world about these people, then it would just keep on happening. However, I had made one decision. No drugs from here on out. If I took the things, I would end up just like Tonia: a bubble headed piece of ass without hope. So, I had to learn to act the part, without taking the drugs. I had quite a while to sit and reflect. Had Jill done this to me, or just her friends? I wanted to say the latter, but I really didn't know. I knew that my chances with her were pretty much shot as I was now on the same side as she was. I briefly entertained the idea of reversing the damage, but knew that my main male parts were gone forever. So, the best I could hope for was escape and freedom. Tonia was soon showing me the ropes of femininity for the rest of the day. I was given a crash course on makeup and hygiene, and she showed me all of the clothes I had to wear. It was one of the biggest collections of sickeningly effeminate clothes and fetish gear I had ever seen. She gave me a kiss on the forehead before she left, telling me that tomorrow I began my maid training. I looked on her with pity, for I knew she might be my future. The next day Tonia woke me. With a gentle nudge and a whisper, I was awake. "Wake up sleepy head! It's time to take your medicine. We can't leave the room until I see you take them. Otherwise you'll be punished." She commanded in her cute voice. She smiled mischievously. I decided it was time I tried out my first plan. I went to the bathroom and asked her if it was okay to primp a little first. Her smile beamed back brightly and I took the pills into my hand as she went to get a towel. "If those pills disappear while my back is turned, you'll be punished." she said as she retrieved one. Meanwhile, I put the pills into a glass of water that had been touching the curlers I had heated up. As hormones were involved, I knew that heat could deactivate them, thus destroying their effect. I was pretty sure Tonia was too ditzy to notice. My only hope was that this plan could be repeated many times without discovery. "You better drink those down or I'm telling..." Tonia said as she started to put the curlers into my hair. I waited as long as I could before gulping the things down. The effect was still present, though greatly reduced. I felt a bit frisky, but not more then I might after seeing a pretty girl. It took some time for the curlers to work, and eventually we went outside where I was greeted by the feminazi. I nearly broke character, but then remembered to appear somewhat vapid. "Well, I bet you are feeling pretty horny little slut. Do you need relief?" she asked. It was show time. "I'm so horny... I want cock..." I begged, trying to appear as pathetic and horny as I acted the night before. For the time being, she bought it. She produced a huge rubber dildo and told me to lie down on my back. I did as commanded and moaned some more, for show. I knew what was about to happen, but I had to allow it if I was ever going to get out. She moved my panties aside and shoved the huge dildo inside my vagina. A flick of her finger to an unseen button caused it to vibrate. I shivered as the fake phallus penetrated me. I tried to think of Jill, and it turned me on just enough to make my moaning appear genuine. This was unwanted contact, but it wasn't a total surprise either, so I did my best to try and enjoy it, as ridiculous as it was. She continued until I faked an orgasm to the best of my ability, mostly gleaned from stories and pornography. It was my first fake, but I knew it wouldn't be the last. "Today, Tonia will show you how to clean. If you disobey her in anyway, you will be punished. Later on, we are shooting a movie with you in Room 9. I'm sure you will be ready for some real cock by then." She said as she squeezed my hard nipple. I squeaked in surprise. "You're lucky. I haven't got to do any movies since I became the maid... oh well. At least I still get fucked." Tonia said as she led me around the hotel. There were about 30 rooms in the place and I started to realize how they were used as we cleaned each one. Each was like a movie set, and they all had strategic locations where one could be filmed getting fucked. Counters, couches, rugs, beds, stirrups, saunas- if there was a place to do it, they had it. I hoped I wouldn't end up in some of the kinkier rooms anytime soon. I made sure to look out for the ones with windows. It became evident that I was somewhere in the countryside. The hills rolled gently and there was a forest nearby. However, a large, razor wire fence stood between me and freedom. It encircled the entire place and ran at least seven feet high. The 'run away' program was looking a little bleak. I looked for a phone too, though none presented themselves. I was pretty sure I couldn't trust any phone I found in the house, and I wasn't sure who to call, but I knew it couldn't hurt to be aware. Time flew and I quickly picked up the cleaning tasks. The only way I could see the jobs becoming difficult was if I was hormoned up again, like Tonia. I only guessed at her drugging, but it seemed evident enough. She was constantly fingering herself when she had a spare moment. Overtime, watching her was starting to turn me on and I found myself getting a little horny right around when I was hauled off by the Pleasure Tools to shoot a movie. "You gonna be a good girl Samantha? I've got more for you today." The one who had reemed me said. He had black hair and well-muscled arms, and he smelled like cologne. The two Tools were carrying me by the arms, and he used his spare hand to smack my ass once. I wanted to grab him by the balls and squeeze them till they popped, but knew that I would probably get beaten and drugged by the three larger men. I focused on the character. "Mmmhmm." I said, nodding, trying to clear my mind of any thought. "You know it's my turn with her for this one." The other tool said. He was a black man, with very large eyes and an expressive face. He sniffed me a little. I tried to nuzzle into it, and he smiled. We entered room 9, and I wondered what kind of porno I was going to be part of. The set looked like an alley in a large city. The feminazi sat in a directors chair with her beret on- maybe I had misinterpreted it's meaning. "Okay, today's film is 'Maid in Hood'. You will wear a maid's outfit and he will play a street youth that fucks you. At first you look sad, but soon you scream for him to fuck you harder. Do you understand, or do I have to speak more slowly?" she asked, staring at me. "I get fucked and then I scream? Oh, oh, then I scream 'FUCK ME HARDER!'" I yelled, still squeaky but far too loud, bouncing on my heels like I was excited. I held back my smirk and hoped that I had broken an eardrum or two. "Yes. That's right Samantha. Are you going to give us any trouble? If you do, you'll be punished..." the director ventured as she tried to clean out one of her ears. "I..." I started, wondering how much effect the drugs were supposed to have had, "I don't really want to, but I don't want you to hurt me. " I said, sniffling a little. "Well, you will have to get used to it little whore." She said, a wicked smile crossing her face. She gave direction for what I was supposed to do. I walked around in front of the camera against the alley backdrop, looking around as if I were scared or lost. I was sort of enjoying the acting, going through the motions of expression and dialogue, before the inevitable occurred. The black tool came into the scene wearing a stereotypical gangsta get up, with gold chains, sports jacket, and backwards cap. I asked for directions demurely. "Excuse me, I seem to be lost? Can you help me?" I said, fluttering my eyelashes. "I can help, but only if you suck my dick." The lines were stupid and didn't get any better from there. He whipped out his dick and I looked around as if I was embarrassed by what I was about to do. I was actually far past embarrassed at this point, but I had to do what I had to do, before I was too doped up to care. I cringed a bit as I got to my knees. Yesterday, I had sucked a cock like a pro but doing so sober was a little harder. I grasped it firmly and tried to think of it as some food item or rubber fake, not that it really helped. I licked it once and remembered the somewhat tasteless nature it had, then started to suckle the head. I found myself unable to do much more, my resolve starting to fall to pieces, when he grabbed my head and forced it further in anyway. I was choking on his dick as it closed my throat, nearly gagging. I continued to suck it down and eventually found it getting easier, though I had tears in my eyes. He was removing clothes from me as we went, his hands absent from my head, and I found my tits hanging out, nipples hard. He pulled his cock out of my throat and I gasped for air. I had very little time to adjust before he started to suck at my nipple. His dexterous fingers parted my folds and he began fingering me. I think the camera closed up on both of those parts at this point and I did my best to gasp in pleasure. Mostly, I was just gasping for air from my near asphyxiation. The foreplay was actually pretty good. He managed to hit what I could only assume was my clitoris multiple time without missing a beat, which started to feel very good. When I started to buck my hips, he moved on to the main course, penetrating my pussy with his massive cock. It was very different this time as I was able to pay attention, not totally wracked with pleasure. When he entered, I found my whole body started reacting. I sat up and started to wriggle my ass methodically, pumping him with my cunt, slapping together with each thrust. He called me a bitch and started throwing me up and down upon his cock, bouncing me, fucking me faster than I had yet experienced. I felt it going deeper and deeper into me. The sensations increased and I cooed once despite myself. It reminded me and I shouted my line. "Fuck me harder!!" I moaned, hoping it sounded sexy and not constipated. I tried to retain control and threw my head back, allowing the camera a good shot of my tits as they jiggled. I found myself aroused, but not orgasmic as he shot his load deep into me. I faked it though, hoping it sounded good as I shook and warbled. After that, I was sent back to my room and told to take a shower. The water sprayed over me, cleansing me, as I listened to my rumbling stomach. I had been hungry for some time and still had not seen any food. After my shower, I found a plate of food sitting on the bed for me. A note on it said for me to eat everything, as it would be all I got for the day. I wasn't very impressed by the selection. A variety of vegetarian, diet, and special nutrition foods littered the tray. I ate everything, though I would have anyway, considering how little it filled me. I collected my thoughts as best I could in the hours I sat around. Tonia came to tuck me in later and told me to wear one of the silk nighties that were in my closet. It was green and felt nice against my skin. My plans were refined before the next day and so I did my best to set them into action. The next morning was much the same as the last, though I had a new thought on pills. One of the pills I was being given almost certainly had to be some type of estrogen. If not, I would quickly regain a few male secondary sexual traits, and the process might have to be restarted. However, that would blow my cover and probably just be a big mess. So, I had to cancel out the right pill. Both were capsules, so I had to test one at a time and hope I got it right the first time. I couldn't use the curlers every day, so I found as many alternate heat sources as I could. There was the heater in my room, the light bulbs in the bathroom, and a hair dryer. So, I would do my best to vary the source each day. So, when Tonia came to give me the pills, I put on my act. "Brr. Is it cold in here?" I asked, shivering in the nightie. "What? It seems pretty toasty..." she said, shrugging. "Well, I feel cold so I'm going to turn up the heat and stand nest to the heater." I said, taking the pills with me. I cranked it up and held one of the pills against the heater, between my fingers. "Are you sure you're feeling okay? Maybe you're sick! Oh no! I need to go get a thermometer!" Tonia said as she raced out of the room and into the bathroom. I allowed myself a smile before she returned. "I couldn't find one. Okay, take your medicine and maybe you will feel better." She said, a tiny smile on her face. I looked at the pills and hoped I had taken care of the right one. I fetched a glass of water and swallowed both down simultaneously. It felt like a lifetime, waiting to feel the effects. It didn't feel like anything, so I proceeded to take a shower while Tonia readied my clothes for the day. "Today you get to learn about the Goddess!" Tonia exclaimed as I let the water run over my body. Each little rivulet seemed to massage my skin, each tiny droplet's impact felt individually. I started to tingle as they ran down, each one stimulating me. I felt my nipples grow tense and realized what pill I had taken. I gasped as I felt my crotch warm. I became so horny that I cried out. I began to finger myself, uselessly, trying to stimulate myself enough to be able to think. I grew frustrated and started to weep, needing something, anything to fulfill my needs. The need became so great that it was almost painful. A few moments later, Tonia entered the shower. She ran her hand through my hair as I played with myself, sobbing. Her naked breasts were not quite the monsters mine were, but the areolas were enormous, covering a good portion of her breasts. Her brown nipples were erect and brushed against my pink ones as she licked me. "I love you Samantha. You are my sister here and I will make you feel good." She said as she drew close to me. Her smile was reassuring and I felt myself fiercely attracted to her. She slid her hand down my front and cradled my box. It seemed I was the only one who didn't know how to find a clitoris in this house, as she almost immediately hit it upon sliding one of her fingers inside me. She kissed me softly, her pouty lips touching mine. I was enraptured with need as I began to lick her and kiss her mouth greedily. She continued her manipulations of my clit, when I lifted one of her breasts to my mouth and began to suck on it. She squeaked as I began to suck on it. I was thrilled internally: I may not have been a guy anymore, but I would know the joys of sex with a woman. The shower was luckily also a very large tub and we began to fill it with water. We entwined in the tub, the warm suds around us as she sat in my lap, our bodies pressed close together. The closeness sent more shivers through me, our silky skin sliding over one another. I played with her breasts and she played with my pussy. We both kissed and fondled each other until we were screaming, our orgasms shaking each other. After we came, we both sat there, hugging each other. I really felt close right then, bound by our paralleled needs and desires. She said she loved me and I was happy to hear the word love. Not fuck, sex, or any of that meaningless stuff- just love. It was enough to make me sit there mindlessly until there was a loud knocking at the door. "Hurry up you whores! You have work to do!" one of the tools yelled. I found myself giggling and getting out, especially since I might get fucked once I was out of the tub. I realized what I was thinking and concentrated on making it go away. I did it successfully, but I became hot and bothered as I dressed. I started to think they might vary the dosage on their 'horny' pills, if for no other reason then to keep me on my toes. Last time, I was over being horny almost as soon as I got to my room. This time I was still hot and bothered after some relief. I was told to wear the nurse's outfit in the closet. I shivered at how horribly unoriginal it was, but figured people out there must still like the naughty nurse. I was carried off by the tools, one them slinging me over his shoulder like a prize. I couldn't keep my eyes off their packages for very long. Every time I shut my eyes or looked away, my head nearly homed in on where they were. I did my best not to ask them to fuck my brains out, so it was at least a minor success of my willpower. We arrived in room 15 and I saw what looked like a typical hospital bed. That damn woman was still clad in beret, sitting on a chair, ready to film. "This film is 'Final Fuck'. You give pleasure to dying men as their last request. You will enter the room and ask them what he needs. Do what he asks for, comment on how big his cock is, and be extra sweet. Understood?" she asked. "Uh, fuck, big cock, do what he says. Okay. I can do him, er it. Yes." I said nodding my head. It was the third tool who sat there, a highly muscular blonde with startling blue eyes. He looked like he was from one of those men's fitness magazines. The dialogue had it's usual quality. "Hello Mr. Montrose. How are you feeling?" I said. "Cold. I... I don't want to die alone." He said, shivering. I was actually impressed by his voice acting and facial expression - why he wasn't doing real acting somewhere was beyond me. "It's okay, I'm here." I said, leaning over and showing the camera the tops of my breasts. My eyes were glued to his crotch and I bit my lip to prevent drooling. "I'm really cold here. I just want to be warmed up before I die." He said, exposing his erect penis from beneath his medical gown. I missed my line as my head dived for it and I began to suck it messily. I deep throated it, my gag reflex suddenly disappearing, as I tried to keep it in my mouth as long as I could. "Oh, good, good." He lifted me up off the ground and pulled my skirt off. His hands went into my wet panties and started to rub my ass. I tingled and swooned - he definitely didn't seem sick. My clothes were quickly shed. He was almost a magician, removing them with style and speed, cradling me to remove my panties, unbuttoning my shirt like a machine. My breasts were still contained in my bra, but were ready to spill out with the slightest of motions. He set me down on the bed he had just occupied, standing and tracing my pussy lips with his penis. The 'drool' from my vagina formed strings as he tapped it against me. I shuddered again and just wanted him to fuck my brains out, not that they were really there at the time. He penetrated and I felt as if the whole world tilted, as if the earth were shifting. My whole reality became feel, sensation completely taking the place of any logic. I moaned as he rammed into me, pulling me as well as the entire bed towards him as he pounded into me. His cock went further and further, pressing at the barriers of my cunt. My body shook and I reached for him. He finally removed my bra and started to massage my breasts and shook with the rhythm, squealing, as my juices soaked the bed. "Huh, uh, uuuuuuh!!!" I screamed as I orgasmed, shaking until I was limp. For a brief, blissful moment, I was relieved and I felt good everywhere. But, he kept thrusting, and the temporary relief I had felt was replaced by a renewed feeling of need. I tried to wrap around him, but he gently pushed me back down to make room for the camera. My eyes went wide and I thought I was going to cry. He merely smiled. A moment later he let me rise and kiss him, giving his hand access to my backside. He grabbed one of my cheeks and squeezed, then rubbed it. I took the hint and I knelt over to present my ass to him. He firmly grabbed my hips and slowly entered the entire length of his penis into my ass. There was still some pain, but after the first few thrusts I was giving little shouts with each thrust, low moans in between. I was so happy, floating on a pleasure high. A few minutes later, he sprayed cum all over my swollen backside. I was escorted back to my room after a quick toweling off. I was instructed to put on my robes and that I was to be on good behavior when we went to the ritual. I didn't know what the ritual would be, but the drugs had me concerned with other matters. The silky robe brushed against my bare nipples and sent waves of pleasure throughout my recently stimulated body. Even sitting down was an erotic experience as the robe continued to tickle and tease my sensitive flesh. It wasn't very long before I ended up masturbating again, writhing on the floor with my fingers thrusting deep into my womanhood. Eventually, I felt close to satisfied and sat panting on the floor. There was a knock at the door and I dragged myself to my feet to answer it. Opening the door, I saw that Tonia and bitchy beret were both clad in robes as well. The Tools stood behind them, wearing what appeared to be speedos, toting some sort of high caliber rifles. "Come Samantha. It is time for you to witness your first new moon ritual." Beret witch told me. My mind was creeping back to the surface and I knew that this had to be pagan in origins- the trappings were all there. We walked into the yard and I was quickly blindfolded. I did not run or struggle, because of the bullet spewing devices one of the Tool's pressed into my back. It was a brisk march as we walked and every once in a while, I was gently urged on by my would-be mistress. "March you lazy slut! You've done nothing but spread your legs all day!" she said as she cracked the whip to my backside again. It stung, but the relief in between was exquisite. When we arrived, I felt the heat of a campfire as well as the murmuring of people. The blindfold was removed and I looked around. They were all Wiccans and all female. The pentacles that dangled from their necks bore the real clue. They looked at me and tittered, a hint of malignancy in their voices. "Sisters, we have come together once again to celebrate the new moon! Praise Diana!" she exclaimed, the cry being echoed by the coven. It didn't take much to realize they were Dianic wiccans. Many Dianic wiccans looked at men as mere play things at most and considered them practically worthless. However, this group was obviously an extreme sect. "We once again have begun the task of making a new sister. Though her road will be hard, for the man she was must be cleansed from her, and eventually a strong and moral woman will emerge. We shall dedicate this ritual to her blossoming into womanhood." the Dianic wiccan said, gesturing to me. The ritual was what one might expect from a typical wiccan gathering. The elements were called, the Goddess was called, and the power of the full moon was called upon to increase my greater womanly self. Afterwards, the ritual was celebrated with an orgy, women tangling with their sisters and the pleasure tools doing their best to pleasure everyone. I looked for the guns moments before joining in myself, but they had been hidden somewhere. The rest of the night was too fuzzy to remember. By the next day, I had gotten the routine down pat. I boiled the right pill this time and was eventually forced to film a porno. After I was allowed to sleep, I did very low impact exercises in an attempt to build up strength for when I escaped. At night, I practiced meditations to keep my mind focused. As days became weeks, I grew more and more loath with myself for going along with the constant sexual degradation and rape, but I had to make sure I could escape before showing signs of resistance. It also helped that Tonia had continued to care about me, giving me a good morning make out session that kept my sanity. "My husband would be very angry if he knew we did this all the time." Tonia told me. My eyebrow raised in incredulity. "You have a husband?" I asked. "Of course. Mark, the black haired tool? He is my master." She said, seemingly enamored. "Wait, aren't they all your master?" I inquired. "No silly. After loyal service, each of the tools is given a bitch for his own private use, though we have to stay here until we are worthy to be true women." Tonia explained, rubbing her tit. "So one of them is going to take me as his little slave girl?" I asked. Tonia nodded her head and I felt myself get dizzy. I was going to be someone's fuck toy. Not just a communal slam unit, but a specific person's property. I briefly wondered who it would be, then got back to more immediate concerns. Escape. Tonia had been so good to me. Deep down, I think our lovemaking had been more than a friendly bit of affection. She felt validated in her former male role making love to a woman, as did I. So, our attraction made us both feel a little more masculine, our love keeping us from going over the edge. As my plans became more and more inclusive, I realized that I couldn't leave her behind. "Tonia" I whispered, "I'm going to escape and you're coming with me." Tonia's eyes went wide with fear. "You... you can't escape! There are guns and fences, and besides, you're just a weak girl... when you try to escape, they do really bad things to you." Tonia whimpered and snuggled into me. Tears ran down her face and I realized just how hard this was going to be. But it would become insanely easy once Tonia decided to go along with it. My plan wasn't simple. I knew any one plan I had could fail so I formulated a bunch. I had observed the doors in the house very cautiously for the past weeks. The maid training I received from Tonia was the most useful thing to my escape. I knew every good place to hide things around the house. I had spent a night experimenting with my makeup kit and using the curlers to shape crude knives out of anything I could mold and shape. Deception, evasion, and if necessary, murder were all parts of my plans. The day I screamed out in pain was the day I had to escape. I blocked out whatever it was that I had done on set, but it hurt. I shake every time I think of it. Maybe I finally said no and I paid the price. What I do remember was running in my first escape attempt. I knew where I was and where I would go. Down the stairs, behind the vase, grabbing my little plastic stabbing thing, and with a final dash, I ran at Tonia and put the weapon to her neck. The Tools and director beret had been close on my heels and nearly fell down the stairs when they saw what I was doing. "Let me go, or I'll kill her." I said, my voice quavering. Tonia trembled in my arms. "Little slut, I don't think you have the guts." The bereted woman said, but there was a hint of fear in her voice. I put forth my best head tilted psycho smile. "I don't need guts. I'll scoop them out of her. Now, if you would all lay down on the floor..." I instructed. All of them paused, then slowly obeyed... except Mark. "Bitch, stop pretending! Come here right now!" He yelled. For a second I thought he was yelling at me, but I felt Tonia squirming slightly in my arms. I hoped I hadn't shown it, but I was definitely worried now. Either way, it didn't matter since Tonia broke free from my grip and ran to Mark. "I'm... I'm sorry Samantha, but I... I told him so you wouldn't get hurt..." Tonia said. I nearly staggered, but decided running was a better option. I tried to ignore everything as I ran. The pain in my bouncing breasts, the pain of betrayal, the pain of torture, even the pain of tripping and falling. One of the tools was on me a moment after I almost got to my feet. It was the blond. He tried to pick me, but I wasn't entirely aware of what I was doing when I jabbed the plastic knife into his throat. Crimson leaked from his neck and a look of shock was mirrored on our faces. He fell over as I was tackled. The other tools yelled at me and hit me hard, but I ignored it. I watched the pool of blood forming underneath his neck... then I smiled. Then I laughed. That day they raped me, beat me, and I think gave me enough horny drugs to incite an orgy. But I only stopped laughing when the put something in my mouth. The rest of the time, I was a hyena. My fit was over by the next day, when they decided I needed a longer punishment. I was stuck in some stalls, my head and arms yoked, my ass and cunt presented to whoever came by. Oddly enough, I received no aphrodisiacs. I think they wanted me in my right state of mind when it all started. Some sort of party was being thrown, and I was a party favor. Men I never saw came and did whatever they pleased to my nether regions. It was enjoyable once or twice, but after the dozens of times that day, it got boring and painful. Additionally, there were the whippings, spanking, and bleedings. People came and just abused me, lashing my rump till it was sore and bleeding, spanking me with things that ought be used for mafia interrogations, and purposely wounding me for the fun of it. I found a dark place to hide inside, and was there most of the day. I just sat in the mental dark and thought about just letting go, stopping caring, and doing whatever the hell they wanted. Then I remembered the pool of blood. The body. The laughter. For the next week, I was a zombie slut. I did exactly what I was told. I never disobeyed. The two tools worked me overtime and seemed to be treating me rougher than they did before. I still received pills, but just swallowed them without any fuss. Tonia didn't get to see me anymore, only seeing each other in passing. My room had been stripped down, removing almost all hard items. Clothes, blankets, and a mattress were all I had. Three weeks passed and I improved. The talks about the Goddess helped. Crying, I asked for forgiveness at the next ritual, for my sins. One week, and I was 'married' to the second tool. Another 'girl' had arrived and I was to take over Tonia's duties while Tonia trained her. I cleaned the hotel and prepared dinner. As I sit here writing this, and taking it in the ass from my darling husband, I wonder: why should I hate myself? This is where I belong. Pst. If you bought that tripe a few lines ago, then you're in for a ride. It was just my luck that eventually I was allowed to prepare spaghetti. I asked for certain ingredients. Just some Roma tomatoes. No big deal there. They let me cook with supervision of course. I mean, all the knives and things there could be way to dangerous to put me around. But not tomatoes. Did you know that a squeeze of lemon is put into spaghetti sauce? It's true. But the reason why is fascinating. You see, when boiling the tomatoey paste, the high temperature eventually kills bacteria like botulism. However, it does not kill them soon enough to stop them from creating toxins- toxins that can't be boiled away. That's why there lemon. The acidity from the lemon kills the botulism before they produce toxin, thus no harm no foul. Oops. Clumsy me. Tonia and I served dinner that night. Each plate was served with care, and we stood like sentinels on either side of the table, ready to fetch anything they desired. They all ate, commenting how wonderful it tasted. They finished every last bit. "This is rather good... what is your secret Samantha?" my psuedo- husband asked. I tried to talk, but instead I laughed. That same laugh. I could see it on their faces - their blood was running cold. Beret - whose real name I had finally learned was Jennifer - lunged for me, but nearly fell over from the effort. She wheezed, as the two tools started stagger up, but I flitted away with a skip, as they too had trouble catching their breath. I was ecstatic. This was better than all of that other shit. Sex was fun, love wonderful, but murder? Sublime. If Tonia hadn't started crying, I probably would have savored it the entire time, till their eyes turned glassy and their skin pallid. She shook and I knew this wasn't something she had wanted, so I took her from the room and held her. We searched the house for the rest of the day, assembling evidence, finding names, links, everything we could so that this would never happen again. We eventually found keys to the garage, then the vehicles, and drove out of that place. I dropped off Tonia with the police, and enough evidence to bring the strange slavery ring down. There was only one name I didn't give. Jill. I remember meeting her again, thinking I would cry. Instead, I smashed her head in with a desk lamp and disposed of her body- laughing. I couldn't stop laughing. I really think my life has just become pauses between the laughter. Jill was assumed to have fled underground when the story hit the papers. Tonia and I were given some awards, though for the most part, none of them really helped. We live together now and we make each other happy as best we can. I'm feeling better, but I can't forget how far my mind went. I hate myself, not because I'm a woman, but because I'm a monster. I took life, not for freedom, but because I wanted to hurt them, to see the looks on their faces, to cause suffering. Perhaps one day, I'll look back and shrug or cry. But even now, as much as it sickens me, all I can do is laugh.