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Heya! Me again! Thanks for the feedback, not as much on part two
though... If you want me to carry this story on, let me know! By the
way, from this story onwards, I'll be writing under the name Apple.
Because I can.
Sushi
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...And Justice for All ...Part Three
By Sushi Radical
She stood, looking into the mirror as she brushed her hair out... By any
rights, it should have been a normal morning, but looking over her
reflection's shoulder proved that it was anything but normal. The
'proof' was in the form of a small bump in her bedclothes, the long hair
spilling out onto her pillow, half covering the face of the girl sucking
her thumb as she slept. For a moment, Alice paused in her brushing,
struggling to come to terms with what she'd done, turned the guy who
made her life hell into this diminutive sex toy, one that got off on the
humiliation she had heaped on 'him'... She was pretty sure it was wrong,
but then, Rebecca enjoyed it, she enjoyed it, it wasn't really hurting
anyone except a guy who didn't exist anymore, so was it really wrong?
She sighed, knowing she was just rationalising what she had done, and
carried on brushing.
***
She pretended to sleep, half watching the Goth in the mirror from the
corner of her eyes, half lost in thought. She had been a guy. A popular
guy, with everything he could have wanted. And the Goth had taken it
away from him. So why didn't he hate her? She knew why, because Alice
was the only one who would accept what she needed now. She was well
aware that it was Alice who had made her need it, but that didn't make
it any less true. But still, why couldn't she hate her? She closed her
half-open eye, drifting deeper into the circle of thought.
***
The girl in black runs the brush though her hair again, looking at her
new toy, girlfriend, pet, in the reflection. She smiles to herself,
thinking of the fun she plans to have, before turning her attention
towards her own reflection, paying attention to make sure her thick
makeup is up to her high standards, lost in thought. A cry escapes her
lips as the small figure hits her in the back, the weight just enough to
make her head bounce off the mirror, but not enough to do any real
damage. She snarls, a line of dark lipstick nearly joining her lips to
her eye, and spins round to face the girl behind her. As she does, a
flurry of blows lands on her face, her hands rising to defend herself
from the other girl. For a moment, it seems as if the element of
surprise might be enough to win the fight, but the bigger girl rallies,
bringing her knee up, catching the smaller girl in the solar plexus, a
move inspired more by luck than skill, and, with a grunt, the other girl
collapses to the floor, winded, gasping for breath. She doesn't even
have the strength in her to struggle as Alice hauls her naked frame back
onto the bed, deciding on the best way to prove her dominance. Gasping
for breath, the smaller girl nearly chokes as her mouth is forced into
the other's sex, desperately lapping with her tongue, as much for air as
for the other's pleasure...
***
Alice couldn't help but smile, watching the small movements under the
covers that betrayed the other girl's awakeness, and wondered what she
was thinking about. Her smile widened as she thought that maybe she
should make the girl announce it to the class when they went back to
school. She had no doubt that the girl would do it, either, no matter
how she might cry. She wondered if that girl would ever come again
without tears rolling down her face... It was an effort to drag her mind
back to the here and now, but thoughts of what the day would bring soon
held her attention. Even to sum it up in her head as logically as she
could made her dizzy with lust... She had turned Him into her little
bitch, she could do anything she wanted to her new toy, she could change
the bodies and minds of the people around her, she was to all intents
and purposes a goddess. With a look, she let her toy know that she was
aware that the slumber was an act, climbing back onto the bed for her
first orgasm of the day.
***
He had woken from his half-asleep fantasy to the reality of gasping for
air through the girl's sex, and though it had been almost the same as
his dream, it scared him. Scared him that he would let this girl treat
him like this, but scared him far more that he wanted it. As she allowed
him a gasp of air, he was more frightened by the memory of his own
fantasy than he was by anything she could make him do. It seemed his
mind had hit a stalemate, his fear feeding his arousal, his arousal
feeding his fear. He wanted to scream, but he wasn't sure if it would be
a scream of terror or one of lust, only knowing that it would be a
scream in the little girl's voice she had given him. Even the thought of
that pitched his mind into lust once more, before the fear overtook
him... He let himself sink into numbness, let his reflexes take over
until he could think again.
***
Alice looked into the mirror once more, from a greater distance this
time, seeing the reflection of the shorter girl next to her own. Badly
done makeup, the same short skirt as yesterday, albeit with no underwear
of any sort today, the same top... She looked like exactly what she was,
a heavily-used toy. From the bed-rumpled hair to the scuffed heels, she
practically shouted that she'd just been taken, hard. They were ready to
go.
***
She hadn't told him where she was taking him, had just told him to 'get
ready'. Given his current situation, there wasn't much to do. He'd
pulled on the skirt, and although it was nearly a decent length, he felt
naked with nothing holding him 'in place', as it were. Not that he had
anything to hold in place anymore. But still, the lack of any covering
over his crotch made him feel utterly naked, a thought that only made
him want to touch himself again. He had almost complained, but thought
better of it, remembering his 'underwear' from the day before. He had
almost faltered when the time came to put on the child-size shoes by the
bed, before he remembered that he was much smaller now, that those
child-size shoes would fit perfectly onto his child-sized feet. She had
put her hands on his shoulders, nearly a full head taller than him now,
and steered him to a seat in front of the mirror. He had thought she
just wanted to remind him of what he now was, but she had pushed the
makeup from her collection into his delicate hands, not helping, just
insisting that he 'made himself pretty'. He had fumbled his way through
the various sticks, trying to recall what he had seen conquests doing in
the morning, and although he thought he looked pretty much like a clown
now, she seemed satisfied.
***
It was sheer genius, she thought, as she watched the former-boy search
through the racks of clothing. To make him choose his own humiliation
for fear of something worse, it was a master-stroke. Thinking about the
contents of the bags they carried, she was certain that Beccy was
embarrassing himself more than anything she could have made him do. Of
course, he had tried to get away with as little embarrassment as
possible at first, but she was pretty sure that was the old Ross trying
to keep control, and she was certain it wouldn't happen again. As the
girl pulled a ridiculously short flared pink skirt from the rack and
asked to try it on, Alice agreed on the condition that she would come to
'help her change'...
***
As he knelt, he realised that anything other than keeping his legs
together would give the world a view of his wet crotch - he couldn't
help but wince at the thought that, wearing this, everyone would see the
slick inside of his thighs no matter what he did. His tongue hurt, even
the soft smoothness of her pulling the metal bar in his tongue
painfully, though even that pain was a blissful distraction from the
cool metal through all of his most private areas, his nipples feeling at
least ten times their real size now, and nothing could describe the
sublime agony in his crotch. He shuddered at the memory of the
overweight tattooed guy that had done this to him. A wistful sigh was
all that remained of the beautiful girl who would have done it if not
for his forced insistence that he'd 'prefer a guy poking around down
there'. That, he had quickly learnt, was all that was in store for him
if he tried to make things better for himself. Worse, he had realised,
was that he wasn't only fighting the Goth, with her magical powers, but
that he was also fighting himself, that the piercing guy had had
problems aiming because his sex was so wet at this mockery of his will.
So, he had resigned himself to this 'middle' road, doing the minimum he
thought would keep his twin captors, himself and her, happy. And so he
chose this skirt, the nakedness of earlier fading into memory at the
thought of this new clothing that served only to frame his exposure in
pink glitter.
***
She was stunned. There was no other way to describe it. As the small
girl tottered from the toilets on huge platform boots so heavy that she
could barely lift them to take a step, she was stunned. She had planned
on making her pet into a Goth slave girl, but her pet seemed to have a
far better imagination, at least when it came to humiliation, than she
did. Far from the fetish look Alice would have chosen, Beccy had picked
clothes that made her look about twelve at most, although by no means a
child. She looked like cheap jailbait, pure and simple, and the wolf-
whistles from kids nearly half her age made her well aware of it.
***
It was sheer genius. A masterstroke. Now he was dressed like this, he
had hurt himself more than she could ever hope to. With each lumbering
step, he felt the pull of his skirt on his upper thigh, felt the air
cool against his exposed sex, felt the metal in his body shift slightly.
Nothing she could do to him could match this. To make certain, he turned
to wink at one of the kids, younger than his little sister, who had been
gawping at him. He wanted to die, this wasn't something he would ever
do, but he took some small refuge in the fact that it was his choice to
do it, it was his choice to make his new sex wet by doing this, rather
than doing it by her power, and he could reach some sort of compromise
with himself by doing it this way.
***
She could almost read his thoughts, that he was trying to bring himself
so low that she couldn't make him any lower, She grinned, wondering if
he realised how little sense that would have made to the old Ross,
whether he realised that he was a slave to Rebecca far more than he
would ever be a slave to Alice. She would have been tempted to send him
off to give that kid the first 'experience' of his life if she hadn't
been so desperate for release herself. True, she could have watched
without anyone noticing her, thanks to her new powers, but she needed
the physical contact far more right now. She smiled to herself as she
realised that she was a little bit jealous, too, that she didn't want to
share her new toy. Besides, thinking back to her brief impersonation of
the school councillor, that jailbait slut's cherry was hers.
***
Beccy screamed into the pillow, the thick padding muffling her release
as Alice pushed inside her new sex. A feeling she couldn't describe,
infinite pain, but a pain she needed, wanted, to feel the other girl's
sex pushing inside her, ripping through her flesh, feeling like she was
being split in half, but needing it. The other girl was so much bigger,
so much stronger than her, she held both her wrists behind her back in
one hand, the other having taking a hold of Beccy's long hair, forcing
her to split her weight between her knees and face, her back arching as
she tried to both pull away and force herself closer at the same time.
Her back was forced to such an angle that her newly-pierced nipples
rubbed the bed with every thrust despite her tiny breasts. She screamed
again, loving and hating this in equal amounts.
***
It was the first time Alice had spooned with anyone as the outside
person... She stretched away from the smaller girl, a contented smile
spreading across her face as she felt the needs of her new anatomy. She
could have changed back last night, but she had always been fascinated
by the 'morning glory' that guys referred to, so she had kept her new
sex to find out first-hand what it felt like. And she was overwhelmed
with need. She looked down at her rock-hard member, flecks of dried
blood still covering her, all that remained of Rebecca's virginity. With
a smile, she forced the other girl down to lick up the remains of her
own sex.
***
To be continued... again...
Sushi
xxx
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