Kassandra and Kalliste
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And Justice For All free porn video
This one's based on the Master PC series... can't remember who put it
to paper (well, file, whatever) first, but it's a great concept,
thanks!
Um, don't read this if you shouldn't or don't want to! It's a bad, bad,
nasty story my ikky brain made up and I don't think anyone should read
it. If it makes you hot, please email me, I'd like to know if there's
anyone out there as warped as Sushi! If you hate it, don't bother
mailing me, you don't like the story, so why waste more of your time
flaming me, just find another story you do like?
Sorry, I got more drunk as I was writing; it might get a little odd
towards the end!
And if anyone knows (or is!) Dr. Demento, get her to write more, Busted
is *so* the hottest story I've ever read, MORE!!!!!!!!
This is the first story I've ever finished, don't be gentle, but please
make any criticisms constructive, I want to write stories that you
like, please help me do that!
Love,
Sushi R.
xxx
[email protected]
***
...And Justice for all
By Sushi Radical
Don't get mad, get even... That had been Alice's motto for a long time
now. It wasn't easy, being the only Goth at her school, she had
received more than her fair share of taunting, but she had put up with
it, even turned it into a kind of harmless game for years now. Then, a
few months ago, Ross had transferred to her school. Ross, the gorgeous,
tall, sporty, popular... well, you name it and he could do it and look
good doing it... Everyone had instantly fallen under his sway, so when
he started trying to make life hell for Alice, everyone else had
naturally joined in. If it had been just him, she could have avoided
him, but everyone was trying to suck up to him, copying him and she
couldn't hide from everyone. She had never been so miserable, no-one
had said a nice thing to her in weeks. But she didn't blame everyone.
Wise beyond her years, she realised that they were just trying to suck
up to the new top dog in town. So, she had to do something about Ross
to change things.
And that was her problem - she wasn't rich or popular and (much as she
hated to admit it) wasn't quite genius enough to figure out how to get
revenge on her own. So, knowing when she needed help, she turned to the
internet, the chat rooms she had started frequenting as her real life
dried up.
She had been chatting for hours now, but no-one really seemed to have
any good ideas, short of violence, which she wasn't quite ready to
stomach. Besides, she didn't want to beat him up; she wanted him to
know how it felt to be humiliated like he had done to her, for him to
know what it was like to know that every laugh you heard was a joke at
your expense... There was plenty of sympathy on the chat rooms, but
precious little real help.
Disappointed, but not entirely surprised, she started to shut down the
computer, pausing only to check her mail. There was the usual
collection of junk, but what caught her eye was a mail from "A.
Friend.", with the subject marked as 'help with your problem'. She
sighed, knowing it was probably another piece of junk, but still
couldn't quite bring herself not to look. All that was there was an
attachment, Master.exe and she sighed, knowing it was probably some
sort of virus or something. She knew she should delete, but she was
tired, disappointed and willing to try any sort of lifeline offered to
her. She clicked the attachment, chose 'save as', then opened the file.
***
Ross slowly drifted out of sleep, a big (although not entirely
pleasant) grin on his face... he loved this new school, the girls loved
him, the guys worshipped him and when he got bored of being worshipped,
there was that stupid Goth bitch to take the piss out of. Life couldn't
get any better at that moment for Ross.
And, indeed, life didn't get any better. In fact, from the moment he
woke up, it got considerably worse.
He was pulled into full alertness by the sound of his mum shouting.
What was she shouting? 'Beccy'? He shrugged, assuming she was having
another argument with one of her stupid friends and grumbled back to
sleep. Again, his mum shouting 'Beccy'... she was coming up the stairs
now, shouting again. What the hell was her problem?
Hammering on his door, then she shouted, "Come on, Beccy, you'll be
late for school..."
***
Alice was glad she'd thought to make sure to make some adjustments to
Ross', no, she corrected herself, Beccy's parents... Like making sure
that he, she, whatever, wouldn't be able to plead illness and take the
day off school today... well, that was for starters, but the rest would
come later. Her dad 'decided' to lend her his laptop and she was set
for a day at school that promised to be the best for a long time, if
not ever...
***
He was in shock. That was the only reason he could think of that he
wasn't going insane right now. Or, rather, he clearly was going insane,
but he seemed to be staying calm about it. A pretty impressive thing,
he thought, given that he was now sat in his mum's car, being given a
lift to school (a not-so-subtle way of stopping him getting out of it),
wearing a girl's pair of skin-tight cropped jeans, a crop top, a bra,
knickers and girl's trainers. The most masculine things in his wardrobe
now, apparently. Not to mention that his folded arms were now partially
hidden by a pair of small breasts and what was between his legs didn't
bear thinking about... It had become clear from the moment he opened
his eyes that he was a girl and that was what everyone expected. He was
called Rebecca now and no-one so far had showed any sign of thinking
anything was different. He tried to play ill to buy some thinking time,
but his usually relaxed mum was having none of it, which was how he had
ended up here, having to play along until he could figure out what the
hell was going on.
***
Alice was sat at her desk, having turned up early for the first time
she could remember, eager to see the show. She was tired, it was true,
having spent most of the night playing with her new toy and making sure
she got everything just right. She couldn't be sure it had worked until
the diminutive blonde that she had turned Ross into walked in, but all
her experiments last night had led her to believe it would work. No-one
had given her more grief than normal on her way in, so the memory of
Ross seemed to be gone, but she couldn't be sure until...
***
He stumbled through the doorway, not used to the greater effort his
small frame had to put into something as simple as opening a door and
everyone turned to look at him. He could feel the blood rise to his
face as he thought of how he was dressed, how tall everyone else seemed
now and it seemed the whole world was laughing at him. He walked to a
seat at the back of the class, head down, wishing the ground would
swallow him whole or, at the very least, that someone would tell him
the punchline to this joke. He knew he was being paranoid, that
everyone else seemed to think that this was him, that this was normal,
but he still couldn't shake the feeling that everyone else was laughing
at him. Although, when he looked around, everyone was ignoring him.
That would have been unusual when he was himself, but now he was...
this... he was glad to be left alone. But then he realised, that stupid
Goth bitch had looked at him a few times and seemed to be trying to
hide a huge grin when she did. Hell, he thought, she probably fancies
me like... this... stupid dyke... But then, just maybe... He shook his
head, getting his newly-long hair in his mouth and nose... she couldn't
have caused this, could she?
***
Alice looked again, couldn't help herself... to see that delicate
creature, who would have thought it housed a monster like Ross? She had
toyed with the idea of removing his old personality altogether, but
then thought that that would be no revenge, just getting rid of him...
she had thought about making him act in certain ways, but she wanted to
see his reactions, so she had just changed, well, everything except his
mind, to see how he'd react... And, watching 'Rebecca' blush and look
away, she realised something... this was getting her hot. Not the girl
herself, she was cute, but it wasn't that... it was the thought that
Ross was in there, totally confused, humiliated and helpless that made
her shift in her seat, squeeze her thighs together, made her want to
really *hurt* him, just because it made her so hot... She couldn't help
it, she reached into her bag and pulled out the laptop...
***
Maybe I am crazy, he wondered, maybe I never was Ross? Everyone else
seemed to take Rebecca as totally normal, maybe it was just him with
the weird memories? He didn't have much time to think about that,
because he suddenly felt a twinge and he didn't have control of his
body anymore. That it was the wrong body was bad enough, but now he
seemed to be paralysed and he started to panic, although there was no
external sign of it. And then his body started moving on autopilot, not
doing a thing his brain was trying to tell it to do, but moving just as
naturally as ever. More than anything, he wanted to scream as his body
started to move by itself. If someone had offered him his own body back
or having control of this one, he would have chosen control. But no-one
offered him either. He stood up.
***
She had actually had a small, private orgasm just from the thought of
what she was about to do, what she was typing into the laptop, but when
she saw Ross stand up as soon as she hit the 'enter' key, it was all
she could do not to scream out loud. A small part of her was worried by
the fact that she got off this much on humiliating someone, no matter
how much they deserved it, the majority of her brain was busy thinking
of new ways to torment her victim and getting hornier by the second.
No-one except her paid much attention to the small blonde as she walked
to the front of the class, that is, until the blonde climbed onto a
table at the very front and spoke...
***
"I have something I'd like to share with the class."
He heard the words come out of his throat, it felt like it would have
any other time he spoke, well, the voice was wrong, but at least he
normally had control. Right now, everything felt the same, except that
his brain didn't seem to have any say in what his body was doing. And
he suddenly realised that this was a very, very, bad thing, as he
turned his back on the class and unbuttoned the jeans, lowering them to
his ankles...
***
She had her hand inside her jeans now, not that anyone was paying
attention to the back of the room at that moment. There were wolf
whistles at the sight of Rebecca's backside, covered only by the white
cotton knickers, disgusted sneers from the girls... She touched
herself, ever so gently, holding herself right on the knife edge of the
orgasm that she knew would come when...
***
Ross felt a familiar feeling and something inside him curled into a
little ball. Of all the things he had expected, this was the last. He
was smart enough to realise that something wanted to hurt him and he'd
resigned himself to performing a strip-tease in front of the class,
with the catcalls of the guys who worshipped him, the jeers from the
girls who had so willingly been his... he had resigned himself to that
obvious humiliation... But as he felt his stomach tighten, his most
private place open slowly, he knew that he had massively underestimated
whatever it was.
***
The catcalls of the guys faded into silence, even the comments of the
girls stopped dead as the tiny blonde made it clear that it wasn't her
body that she intended to share with the class, but something even more
intimate... The cute white panties with the pink trim slowly ballooned
outwards, Ross wanting to die, as Rebecca slowly emptied the contents
of her bowels into her underwear, standing proud on the table for the
class to witness Ross' ultimate humiliation.
***
Alice's scream was lost amongst those of her classmates, even though
hers was for an entirely different reason. Only one thing could make
this any better for her... Lighting fast, her hand snaked out from her
underwear, hit a key on the laptop and whipped back to its rightful
place.
***
Ross staggered and he felt control suddenly return to him and the
stagger turned into a stumble as his ankles caught in his lowered
trousers and he barely caught himself from falling. In the stunned
silence of the class, Ross knew there was only one way for him to climb
down from the table and the curled up part of him somehow became a
little more curled as he slowly pulled his skin-tight jeans back up his
thighs, feeling the stinking contents of his knickers spread into his
crotch as the tight jeans settled into place. With every movement, he
felt the mess spread more and as he took the huge step down from the
table, he felt the huge load spread into his crotch, pushing into the
place where his penis should have been. And no-one was more shocked the
he was when he felt a tremble of sexual pleasure, a feeling totally at
odds with what his brain was saying. He ran from the deafening silence
of the class room and rushed to the bathroom as tears flooded down his
face and he came.
***
And she came again, knowing that this game was not nearly finished...
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