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Evil Magic World 7 ? Some Wishes Might Not be Wished To learn more about this universe how it works, etc, you should read Evil Magic world 1 before. Dan was part of a noble family. His father's social status was rather high compared to the other nobles in the area. Dan's mother, Donna, did not work. She had met her husband Mark at school and never left him since that day. They found that they completed each other so well in their perversions that they got wed quickly. Needless to say that, due to Mark's already growing position in life, some other girls had to be "dismissed". Donna dealt particularly with two attractive contestants. The day after, Mark noticed several things. The first one was that the two girls trying to get in touch with him had somewhat vanished and the second was that Donna's breasts had increased in size and were now an average DD cup. The perverted couple laughed when Donna explained that the two contestants were in fact in front of him. She had caught them off guard and made them absorbed into her own breasts, making them bigger and more sensitive. Inside her bra, the two girls screamed blue murder at Donna... mentally, of course, because breasts have no voice. So Donna did not work and spent her time taking care of her beauty and satisfying her perverted tastes with the plenty of slaves she kept working in the house. Dan had a three years older sister, Sonia. At 20, she was a fully developed wicked woman, with all the capabilities required to make a good noble: Hunger of power, unleashed desire to control everything and everyone... Like her mother, she delighted in sadistic thought and her sexy curvaceous shape was emphasized by unsuspecting girls who were now definitively part of her, stuck as erogenous parts. At 17, Dan had been raised as a dominant, of course, but since his hormones had kicked in, three years ago, he had developed different feelings. He loved to take advantage of the slaves available, bending them to his desires, but there was now something different. It happened on one of his date, almost a year ago, with a selfish girl of 18. She lived alone and had invited him to spend the night. The girl had wanted to take control and Dan, secretly amused, let the girl bind him, spread- eagled on the bed, before screwing him hard. She had him frustrated for hours, riding him and getting of when he was about to explode. During the time it took for him to be less excited, she played with a dildo, masturbating before him, having great pleasure of his struggles to get free. This night, she had uncounted orgasms, but Dan was allowed to come only once, in the morning, before she untied him. Things then took another way for the dominant-to-be girl. Dan got dressed, slipped the hand into a pocket and produced the gem that gave him magical powers. The girl realized that she had messed with a noble and that revenge was at hand. She had the opportunity to voice a short cry of surprise, before Dan made a harness ball gag appear in her mouth and around her head. In no moment, she laid on her own bed, trussed up like a turkey. Dan had her hog-tied with rope and took care to insert two vibrators in her lower openings, set to arouse her continuously, but not enough to make her come. The next step was to transport his new slave at home, where she would become his plaything. Dan processed the girl himself and had a great amount of pleasure in equipping the slave with he best refinements he could think of. Unconscious, she had been first rendered utterly and definitively bald. Dan had next made her body magically enhanced, by trapping several other slaves into her. The slaves cried and howled in despair when they turned into sensitive flesh for breasts, butts, vagina... but the unconscious girl would never know that at least six girls were providing her "enhancements". Dan next coated the girl from head to toe with latex, encapsulating her in a glossy substance. The latex was designed to fuse with the skin, replacing it. It had also the purpose to constrict around her, so that she would forever have the feeling of being encapsulated in something way too small for her, a feeling that would be increased by the way she would be dressed from now. After all, you don't feel loose when you are wearing a snug corset, don't you? The girl woke up feeling, at least, very odd. Fear kicked as she remembered and discovered her new state. Dan was there and took his time to explain her predicament. Roles were reversed, as she soon discovered. Six month later, she was still suffering the same fate. Bound vertically to a pillar in Dan's bedroom, she was aroused continually, stimulated by twin vibrators in her openings. Suction clamps kept her dramatically aware of her nipples. Only her eyes could transmit her emotions, because if her mouth was sealed shut by an inflatable gag pumped to capacity, a layer of latex inside her throat coated her vocal cords, keeping her absolutely mute. Dan had made sure that she would be allowed to come just once a day and she cursed the day they met. But Dan's feelings were constantly drawn back to this night he spent with her, when he had been bound and helpless. Although he loved to play with his slaves, he came to wonder what it felt like to be a girl and a slave himself. Gradually, he longed to feel it and when he played with his slaves, he fantasized that he was the slave under the unbreakable control of his master. Although they were brother and sister, Dan and Sonia hated each other. Before puberty, they had been raised in constant competition and the weaker was always punished. Then puberty had come and the rules had evolved. As nobles, they had to protect themselves from others. Don't forget that in a noble family, love is not the rule. It's power that rules the game. Reaching adolescent age marks an evolution in a noble family. From son or daughter, you can become a prey for your parents, as they can become a prey for you as well. You take one, you take his power. If you are a boy and you don't protect yourself with the adequate spells, you might wake up one morning as a girl and become a slave girl at the same time. Many daughters caught off-guard have ended up in their mother's lingerie drawer, turned into living bras, panties or hoses. Things happened more rarely in the other way. The parents being more experienced, they were more careful. Relations between brother and sister were exactly the same. Dan would have loved to turn his sister into his slave. Her anatomy appealed him and he stared at her breasts every time they were together. Sonia, on her hand, hated her brother mostly because he was a male. She was a pure lesbian and hated men in general. They all stared at her, almost drooling, as if she was just a piece of meat. Sonia had a very high opinion of herself and could not bear the carnal lust she saw in their eyes. More, she had to endure the stares of her brother and enraged just thinking of it. So Dan and Sonia always searched and complotted against each other. Sonia spied Dan as much as she could, knowing that her brother did the same on her, seeking for a week point. A day, Sonia noticed the dreamy expression of her brother, while he was having fun with a slave. It was confuse at first, but Sonia started to suspect something, so she looked further. Days after days, she studied her brother. It appeared to her that when Dan toyed with a slave, there was a feeling of envy and even some jealousy on his face. Then it hit her! Dan wanted to feel the slave's emotions! Immediately, a plot began forming in her twisted mind. If it worked, she could perhaps trick Dan into a trap and turn him into a woman... It would be so much fun to have her own brother reduced to a quivering mass of female flesh, bound and gagged, at the hand of his own sister... Later, when she would be tired of her slave, it would be justice to turn him into a bra. He had always been peeping at her breasts, after all! Dan, on his side, had taken the habit to sneak into his sister's bedroom in his search for information. On one hand, he always looked for her personal diary, where she kept her most intimate confidences. On the other hand, he was very fond of the sexy garments scattered there, on the floor, on the bed, hanging on her closet door... He knew from the diary that most of the lingerie displayed there were in fact some unfortunate girls her sister had taken home. They had failed to please her in one way or another, so the wicked girl had rewarded them in some unique and definitive way. It proved Dan that his sister was dangerous to deal with. It always sent him a thrill to think that he could end up like this, simple piece of clothing waiting to be worn... The more he went into Sonia's room, the more insistent these thoughts became and the more excited he grew. He always ended these little intrusions by hard fucking a slave in his own room, tantalized by the idea of being a girl, slowly transformed into a piece of lingerie. So, as usual, Dan waited his sister to go away and carefully went into her room. As usual, a set of lingerie was lying on the bed and a pair of hose waited on a chair. He could not resist to pick the panty on the bed and smell the aroma of his sister's intimacy. Then he opened her diary and read her last entries. Sonia was telling various things, how she felt and so on. "Useless girl talk", he muttered. The last entry, however, caught his attention. "Today, I was told about a virtual shop on Internet that sells funny items. They seem to have the capability to realize one's fantasy in dream. I think I will buy one and make me discover how it feels to be bound, gagged and abused from the slave's point of view. It will increase my accuracy in using my slaves." Dan could not believe his eyes. He had to find out about that company. Turning on Sonia's computer, he went into her navigator and found out the URL of the company. It was called "Real dreams". Feverishly, the boy turned off the computer and urged into his own bedroom and logged his PC on Internet. Real Dreams sold various items, for both gender, destined to give their owner the ultimate real dreams. The utilization was simple: It was required to activate the item, then to tell it what you wanted to dream about. Your dream would give you the exact sensations of your fantasy. For example, it was told that most nobles wanted to know about their slave's feelings in order to improve their control. Dan was hooked. He had to order one of these items. Browsing the web site, he chose between the objects proposed. Women could choose some sexy lingerie and even some vibrators. Dan almost creamed his pants at the thought of his sister sleeping with a dildo reamed in her cunt all night long! Back to earth, he went to the men section and selected a simple ring. He then turned off the computer and pulled his wrath on the first slave available. The poor girl found herself roped up devilishly. Being a fan of breast bondage, he fashioned a harness, with a mile of rope wound up and below her breasts. As she was flexible, Dan tied her arms in a back prayer, connected to her breasts bondage. Then he laid her on the bed and bound her feet together, crossing the ankles. Needless to say that the girl's protests were muffled by a severe ball gag. Dan next used a rope dangling from the ceiling, passed it through the ankles of the slave and then through her bound wrists behind her neck. When he started to pull at the rope, the tightening made the girl slowly arc backward, struggling against the incoming suspension. She ended up in mid air, in a contortionist pose, her thighs wide open, with feet touching her wrists at the back of her head. Dan really exhausted himself that day, using the poor girl in all the ways he could think about. Having exploded inside her cunt, he replaced the ball gag by a ring gag and made her suck him till he was hard again. Ring gag off, ball gag in and he went on her asshole. Dan alternatively used the slave for hours, ignoring the muffled begging and sobs of the bound girl. He spiced up her torment by connecting nipple clamps to her breasts and added some weight as his game went on an on. After that, he had to call two other slaves to get rid of her, because she needed time to recover. Delivery took three days. Dan's routine was hard to cope with, as he thought only to the realization of his fantasies. It was very hard to concentrate at school, being in a dreamy state constantly. You can hardly resolve a hard mathematic problem with a raging hard-on in your pants, don't you? Finally, the day came and the parcel was there. In his bedroom, Dan opened it with trembling hands. The ring he had ordered was accompanied with a notice, which he read carefully. That evening, he was almost too excited to eat and he went to his bedroom sooner than usual, not noticing the look in his sister's eyes. Putting the ring on his finger, he exposed his fantasy out loud, as requested. During the three days of waiting, he had come up with the subject of his first dream. "In my dream, I want to be me as a man and be turned into a woman. Then I want to discover my body and pleasure myself. I don't want to be disturbed by a man, so I expect to find some toys. I want my dream to feel like it lasts a day or two." With that, Dan lit of the lights and went to bed. Sleep went with some difficulty, but finally came. Dan found himself in front of a mansion. The sun was high and warm, birds were singing in the trees. It was a hot summer day. He opened the door, entering a great hall, tiled with marble. Somewhere in the house, feminine voices echoed with muffled cries of ecstasy or pain. Some dominatrix was evidently at work. As he walked into the hall, he eared the clicking of high heels hammering the floor and a tall woman, clad into a latex cat suit appeared by a lateral door. She had a stunning resemblance with his mother. "What have we got here! A young male coming in my house? Certainly, this is an error. This place is mine and I accept only females." Dan noticed at first that he was naked and that he was hard as rock at the sight of the woman. For the first time in his life, he felt intimidated in front of the statuesque emanation of womanhood before him. Knowing that he was about to become a woman made him excited and frightened. "So, as you stay here like an idiot, I think that I have to do something to make you meet my requests!" It was too much for Dan. Although he craved to discover the female side of life, the threat of becoming a girl made him run to leave the house. But the exit door was now locked shut! Suddenly, Dan was engulfed in a wave of heat, then it felt like the air around him had turned to syrup. It lasted a few seconds and the feeling passed away. Dan looked at him, now scared to discover his new gender, but there was nothing wrong. He was still himself. With a sight of relief, he stared at the woman. She had a grin of satisfaction on her face. "My, my, my... Looks like you were searching for a pair of breasts, don't you? No, not already, my dear. You have just been impregnated, so you will soon turn into a girl. But your transition will take a moment, so that you will have the time to feel womanhood slowly override your masculinity. Feel free to wander around the mansion, but let me tell you some rules: This floor and the basement are dedicated to domination, while the two upper floors are for solitary and lesbian games. I recommend that you stay upstairs for a while, to adjust to your new body. In the rooms upstairs, you will find plenty of toys and erotic clothes. Have fun, sweet heart!" With that, the dominatrix went away. Dan stayed immobile for a moment, too stunned to even move. Then he tried again to open the exit door, to no avail. The words of the dominatrix still in his mind, he soon found the stair and went up. There were several doors and some were locked from the inside. Distant mewing told that a woman was having a good time inside. Dan went in the first room opened and locked himself in. He did not want the dominatrix to come and catch him, even if this area was supposed to be safe. The room was clearly designed for a woman's enjoyment. The walls were tented with pink velvet, a very thick carpet covered the floor. The bed was wide, with blue satin sheets on it. A large closet stood near the wall, its closed doors giving the anticipation of the feminine treasures inside. A make-up table was beside, equipped ideally for a woman. On the right side of the bed, the wall was equipped with an immense mirror. As Dan looked further into the room, he caught a glimpse of his reflect in the mirror and gasped in surprise. He had not noticed it before, but the hair on his chest and face, which had started to grow since he was 15, two years ago, was gone! His chest was now as smooth as a girl's. Tentatively, he touched his chest and gasped, for it was now much sensitive than before. His legs also were smooth and the sink was as soft as satin under his hand. More, his member, still erect, sent him more sensations than normal. He had not masturbated since a long time, for the slaves in the house were always available to him, but this time, he could not resist to grip his member and jack him off. Every contact on his sex now sent him thrills to his stomach and he came almost immediately, soiling the carpet with semen. Having calmed down, he opened the cupboard. As anticipated, it was filled with lingerie and sexy clothes of various sizes. Most of them were made of latex, but there were some satin sets of lingerie and of course a wide range of nylon hoses in a drawer. Dan grew hard again at the though of having to wear those clothes soon. It went almost too much when he opened another drawer, this time full with various toys. There were vibrators, butt plugs, nipple clamps... even some gags! Five minutes and a jack off later, he noticed that his chest had swelled a little. He was growing breasts! His muscular shape was somewhat softening. He could not already point it exactly, but it seemed that he was smaller at the waist and wider at the hips. The adolescent muscles he had well developed the last few years were now more rounded and softened by the feminine fat repartition that was beginning to show. The whole process was disturbing, but the sensations induced were pleasant. His body felt more and more alive, as the female sensitivity started to wash over him. Less scared and more comfortable with the transformation, he was feeling more and more confident. It was only a dream, so he could let him go and enjoy himself, after all! Thinking about something very feminine to wear now, Dan explored the wardrobe. He tried to put on a bra, but could not find a size to fit his muscular frame and his newly developing breasts would not fill any cup. "I should have dreamed about some training bra", he giggled to himself. A satin panty was not adequate either. He felt ridiculous when, having slipped up one, his member tented it. He tried on pantyhose and shuddered with the excitation of the nylon sliding up his legs. He wanted again to jack him off, but the panty section interfered, so he put it off. Then he smiled to himself and quickly pulled on a pair of nylon stockings, held in place with a garter belt. He had troubles tightening the garter belt around his waist, because he was still too masculine for such a device. After several tries, the garter belt was cutting in his flesh, stretched to breaking point, but he had managed to close the tiny hooks together. It was a matter of fact to connect the garters to the hoses and he jacked off immediately after. The dawning of his femininity was over helming and he started to jack him off while caressing his body, especially his chest. His breasts were now small swelling mounds, but just able to fill an A cup and Dan couldn't wait to have them developed to full size and feel their weight on his chest. His face was also subtly altering, as for his muscle definition. The sharp angles of his cheeks were now softer and his lips felt fuller. His hair had grown a little and seemed thicker. He suddenly realized that his penis was shorter, but the sensations it gave when touched were stronger. "If those sensations grow stronger as my dick shortens, I wonder what it will be when it will be a clitoris!" Dan said to himself, with a higher pitched voice. He laid on the bed, delighting in the caress of the satin sheets under him. He couldn't keep himself from masturbating, lost in the feminine feelings his skin gave him while rubbing on the satin. Each time he came, the mirror allowed him to see the transformation progression. As minutes went by, his shape became more and more feminine. The discomfort of the too tight garter belt faded with each passing moment. Dan noticed with now girlish pride that as he shrunk at the waist, his chest swelled, so as his hips and buttocks. The feelings of his lower body were getting stranger and stronger. Stroking his reducing shaft provided a growing pleasure all along its length and developed an echoing and radiating sensation inside his groin. It took longer now for him to shoot his load, the males hormones becoming less and less effective. His semen was clearer, as if it was more diluted and the testicles he was so proud of were now a lot smaller, not hanging anymore, but retreating back in his body. Three hours later, or so he thought, his shaft had shrunk so much that it disappeared completely inside his groping fist. His balls were gone inside of him, probably on their way to become ovaries and he could not produce sperm anymore. His ejaculation was now translucent, made only of seminal fluid. He had come only twice in the last hour and the sensations radiating inside of him were so intense that he could not keep from moaning in pleasure. His voice was now more feminine than effeminate, as he soon realized. The garter belt around his waist had become more and more comfortable, although it was not a perfect fit. Leaving the bed, Dan decided to test on a bra. As he went up, he delightfully felt his new breasts pulling at his chest. It was not much, for they were now a B cup, but it was a feeling not to be missed. The room seemed larger than before and the closet higher. Dan had lost height; he was becoming a petite girl. This time, he found a bra to put on. It imprisoned his breasts in a soft, delicate embrace that made him moan. The mirror reflected his cleavage and Dan was now looking more like a girl with a dick than a man with breasts. His hair was cascading over his shoulder, framing a now very feminine face, with pouty and sensual lips. Dan played to take poses on the bed, trying the "bitch in heat" look. It made him so hot that he started again to masturbate. This time, he could not orgasm. As he stroked his penis, the sensations were awesome, but the radiation it induced inside his groin was getting more intense than the stroking. He now felt a sort of tension inside of him, a need he could not already fulfill, lacking a vagina. It was growing, as the stroking became more and more a caress, for his penis was now too small to be groped. Lost in his unfulfilled pleasure, Dan did not notice that if his sex has shrunk dramatically in length, his urethra had developed and was now a vertical slit. The vagina was forming. A growing tightening on his chest made Dan stop his ministrations. The constriction of the bra was making him uncomfortable, so he had to put it of. Dan's D cup breasts stood now in their glory. The areolas were large and dark. Dan gasped when he saw his thick, engorged nipples and closed his eyes with pleasure when he caressed them. He resumed his quest for orgasm, a hand coming back on his groin, while the other played with his nipples. He was moaning, nearly screaming, in a clear soprano tone. The sensations of his dick were now concentrated on a point and the feeling inside his groin was fading, replaced by a sense of emptiness that made him scream. The frustration was intense and his fingers searched for the welcomed gap between his forming labia. It was there, but too thigh to be penetrated. Dan had to endure this step for almost half an hour, but it seemed an eternity. At least, he was able to insert a finger and almost exploded with the sensation, but did not come. He felt a wetness inside and realized that he was lubricating with pussy juice. Dan discovered that he would not be able to orgasm till his vagina was not fully developed and that he needed to go deeper. Fingers were not adequate to achieve this goal, so, urging to the closet, Dan collected the vibrators and went back to the bed. Selecting the thinnest one, but not the shorter, he tried carefully to inserts it. He was almost too tight for the dildo, but he managed to slide it a little, then withdrew it at once. The feeling of a foreign object sliding inside threatened him! But the emptiness still compelled, crushing him with the contradictory emotions. Gathering his will, he tried again and shoved the dildo a little deeper before to take it off. Step by step, Dan fought his disgust to be penetrated. The deeper it went, the more Dan felt complete. It wasn't long before he started to slide the dildo in and out, while caressing his now fully formed clitoris. As a tidal wave, his first female orgasm rocked him, blurring his vision. As he recovered, he felt the urge to withdraw the dildo, it was not desired anymore. Calming down, Dan left the bed and looked at his reflection. There was no more man left. Dan was female from head to toe. Having satisfied the sexual need of his new body, Dan decided to take a look at the rest of the house. He thought about to get dressed, which could be fun. He chose a satin pink bra to provide support for his DD cup breasts. A matching panty went on, followed by a coordinated garter belt, with silk hoses. Dan felt more and more feminine in thought and really enjoyed to put on such lingerie. He choose then to wear a dress and selected a satin blue one. High heeled shoes went after and he took a few moments to get accustomed to walk. His reflection was astonishing, as Dan was now his own dream girl, dressed to kill. Dan went out of his room and started to explore the area. Some cries of ecstasy could be eared and he blushed, thinking that he might have been eared too. Some rooms were closed; Dan discovered other rooms, equipped with sexual devices. Blushing with embarrassment, he took a look at some pervert-looking fucking machines. Most of them consisted in a sort of chair, tilted at 45?. Stirrups provided some rest for the legs and a motor gave motion to a dildo or two, according to the desire of the woman. On the same theme, Dan found another room equipped with a more devious machine, which he could not resist to try. He selected a standard dildo for his cunt and a small one for his ass. Sitting on the chair, his legs went into the stirrups and he affixed the suction cups on his already engorged nipples. The timer was set for half an hour and then put his wrists through the straps on the armrest. The machine started, tightening the straps at wrist and ankles and the program went on. Dan felt at first a gentle suction on his nipples, arousing him. He got wet at once, craving to be filled. Then his asshole was touched by the rear plug. Dan jumped in surprise, but was held fast by the restraints. Relaxing, he let the auto-lubricating plug invade him and stay in place. The vaginal dildo was next and his dripping canal welcomed it. Slowly at first, the movement began. In unison, the two rods went in and out of the orifices, making Dan moan in utter ecstasy. The cups on his breasts worked too, vacuuming the nipples in cadence. When the dildos were going in, the nipples were sucked and released as the dildos went out. Little by little, the motion increased. Dan orgasmed in less than three minutes, but the program did not stop. His desire gone, Dan started to struggle to break free of his voluntary bondage, but the straps held him in place. The struggles did not last long, however, as he felt aroused again. Climax took a little longer to come, but Dan almost fainted when it washed over him. Struggling weakly, he could only wait for the next one. The program over, the machine stopped. The strap loosened, leaving a spent Dan to recover. He stayed a long moment immobile, not even able to think about the multiples orgasms he just had. When he found enough energy to get up, he gave a short gasp of pain. His ass was sore, so as his vagina and nipples. "No wonder why slaves go wild after multi orgasms", he thought to himself. However, the soreness of his body was worth the price. He never thought that he could climax so much. Going out of the room, he was surprised to find a woman at the door. She was smiling, her eyes full with lust. Most important, she looked like his sister, Sonia. "Hi! You were enjoying yourself, didn't you?" "Well... who are you?" replied a blushing Dan. "I'm Vickie. I tried the machine yesterday, for two full hours. How long did you spent?" "... I tried it for half an hour. This was almost too much for me." "You must be new there, so. What's your name?" "I'm Dan... errr... Dana." Dan had trouble swallowing his saliva. "I arrived there a few hours ago." "Well... I bet you didn't try the domination area." "Err... No, not already. I don't feel ready for that." "Hey, don't be shy! This place is made for the fulfillment of all female desire! You look like some boy just turned into a girl! But wait a minute! Maybe you are ...?" "Well... Yes... In fact, my name is Dan. I... I wanted so see what it's like to be a woman, that's all. I'm not gay..." "What a surprise! Oh, you know, I don't matter if you are gay or not. You are obviously all girl, now. Half an hour on the fucking machine, did you say? For a beginning, you must be sore!" "..." Dan mouth was wide open, as he thought of something to answer, but too ashamed find. "Hey! Come on! It's all right! There's no shame having your body a little sore from such a fucking machine, you know? In fact, I think I could help, to show you all the female tricks... Would you mind?" Dan was trying to regain composure. That girl was dripping sensuality and his new femininity did not hide his masculine attraction to women. This could be fun... "Well ... Yes, I would be glad to have a mentor as beautiful as you." "My! What a compliment! We will have a lot of fun together... and we should start right now." Without anymore ceremony, Vickie enlaced Dan and kissed her deeply. At first, Dan's breasts hurt from the contact with the other girl's chest, but the passion of the kiss made him forget all the rest. Vickie led him to the second floor, which was, as she told him, designed for lesbian games. Dan retold himself that it was only a dream, because it was so close to reality that he could not make any difference, safe from his femininity, of course! He did anything to enjoy his new gender in all the ways he would like to. He decided to try lesbian love with Vickie and maybe even some bondage. Vickie's resemblance with Sonia was astonishing, from the physical point of view. For the rest, Vickie seemed far more accommodating, Sonia's personality being a lot more authoritative. Dan realized that Vickie was in fact an idealized version of his sister he had dreamed about. In his fantasies, he had wished to be a slave in his sister's power. Now that he was with Vickie, he was sure that she would help make this phantasm come true. The more he thought about that, the more the idea of being at his sister's mercy aroused him. But first, he wanted to learn more about his body and a lesbian lover was an opportunity not to be missed! If only he was not so sore from the machine... The room Vicky drove Dan into was large, with a wide canopy bed. The decoration was similar to the room he had been before, but there was a surprise for Dan, when he sit on the bed : The mattress was filled with water, or some kind of gel, that made the mattress wobble like jelly and added a very erotic feeling. Vickie sat beside him. Embracing his waist with one hand, she gently touched Dan's left breast with the other, which made him gasp from the soreness of his nipple. "Oh! I'm so sorry! I forgot that you were sore from the machine! What an airhead I make..." Vickie went to a cupboard, rummaged into a drawer and took a stick with a roller at its end. "This balm will sooth your tender parts dearie. I use it regularly on myself after rough sessions of domination, it works great. It's just feeling a little cold, so don't jump when it will be applied..." With a smile, she helped Dan to undress and laid him on the bed. Despite the warning, the contact of the roller on the base of his left breast made him jump literally. It was icy cold! But as Vickie rolled slowly the ball in reducing circles, from the base to the nipple, Dan felt the soreness slowly vanish. A side effect was that the treated nipple stood erect, pointed hard to the ceiling and Dan felt his vagina moisten. The same treatment was applied on his right breast and his pussy felt like a swimming pool before the roller went to his nipple. Vickie was not finished yet. She ordered Dan to climb on all fours on the bed and slowly inserted the stick into his ass. This time, Dan had an orgasm as the pain faded away and collapsed on the bed. Vickie giggled and laid beside him. Her hand began to caress his ass cheeks, sliding down his thighs, then slowly up again, this time upper in the small of her back, in an erotic massage that soon made Dan hot again. He could not believe how sensual his body had become, almost melting under Vickie's touch. He felt his dominant side replaced submissiveness, like he was putty in her hands. Without interrupting the sensuous massage, Vickie made him lay on his back. She took back the roller and applied it on the interior of Dan's right thigh, making him shudder at the coldness. As before, she slowly circled around her target and Dan was moaning out loud before the ball came in touch with his mound of Venus. He felt then the ball gently force his labia open, rubbing in an up and down motion at the entry of his vagina. The effect was dramatic, as each time the ball went in touch with his clitoris, he cried in overheated passion, thrusting his hips to make the stick enter him. Vickie denied this for just a minute or two, tantalizing his pussy, for she wanted him to come with his clitoris. As it happened, Dan tensed his body violently under the power of the orgasm. Without warning, Vickie shoved the stick in his dripping pussy! Dan squeaked as an even more powerful orgasm shook him. His hands were groping his breasts as if his life depended on it and the cry of ecstasy he shouted pierced the walls. Then he relaxed abruptly, going limp on the mattress, in the afterglow of the mind-blowing orgasm. Her lover spent, Vickie resumed the tantalizing massage, starting at the thighs, coming up to the base of the breasts, avoiding Dan's most erogenous parts. Dan felt her hands everywhere, the sensation making the return back to earth delightful. "Enjoyed yourself, dearie?" said Vickie. She was all smiles. "I never thought it was possible to orgasm like that." confessed Dan. "It was as if I exploded twice, in two successive bangs!" "That's why this technique is just called the double bang, sweet heart. I love to think that I am an expert at that. What do you think of my handiwork?" Dan searched his word for a few seconds, then replied enthusiastically: "I have no word to qualify you technique. It's so good that it's beyond words!" With that, he couldn't wait to kiss the fabulous girl. Their tongues got tangled up with all the passion they put in the kiss. Dan, being 17, had been sexually active only for two years. He had experienced sex with slaves, from the dominant and male side. In school, he had learned the basics in forcing a woman please him and had developed this knowledge in his way. He knew how to make a woman hot, how to bring her to climax. But this was only for his own gratification, in an egoist way, having a slave quivering in orgasm under him satisfying his libido. But now, he felt like an inexperienced student in front of a skilled teacher. He wanted to please Vickie, but not for him. He wanted to thank her from what she had done to him. This was a totally new and different thing for him, so his hands were a little shaky when he started to caress his lover. Vickie responded and gently guided him, telling him what to do, teaching lesbian love to her student. Dan was skilled and soon Vickie's advices became more erratic, as she succumbed to his fondling. Dan was licking and sucking her nipples, a hand fondling her ass, while the other vibrated at her sex. Meanwhile, Vickie caressed Dan in return, so that he soon was hot again. Then, as if it was a natural thing, Dan changed his position and went over his lover in the mythic sixty-nine fashion. He used all his skill in kissing the pussy offered to him and soon slurped inventively the folds of the labia, delicately pounding with his tongue inside the vagina. His passion was enforced by the way Vickie pleased him from her side, doing the same on him. But she was far more skilled than Dan and controlled his arousal, which added energy to his ministrations. As an echo, when he made her climax, she made him come too. They played like that for at least six hours. When they did not make love, they tantalized each other with tongues and hands. They even bathed together, adding the aquatic dimension to their game. Dan was slipping into femininity with ease and was not sure to want to be male again. Womanhood was so fun... He was glad to the ring for providing such a quality of dream and was now able to go a step further in his fantasies. He told Vickie about his sister, how she could be her twin. He told her about his phantasm to be slave in her hand and even worse. "So, you are so fascinated by the dangerousness of your sister that you want to play it safe with me? Are you sure you want this, for if you are skilled, you are still new at womanhood." "Yes, I want to feel what it's like to be in your control. I think I can handle it." "I warn you. Once we go this way, only I will decide for the end of the game." Dan shuddered with excitement and agreed. "All right. This is your wish. Go to the cupboard and open the left drawer. You will find a set of restraints and a ball gag. Bring them on the bed." Dan's legs turned to jelly as he complied. The drawer was full of restraints and gags, so he selected a pair of steel manacles for his wrists, two leather cuffs with a hobble chain for the ankles and an average size latex ball gag to seal his lips. Vickie restrained his hands first, binding them behind him. The leg restrain was next, hobbling his walk. Dan gasped as she inserted the ball gag and fastened it behind his head. He was now in her power! Vickie was not finished yet. "Since you wanted to learn submission so quick, I will add some refinement. You won't mind about a little spice, slave?" Dan could only voice an interrogative "MMMPH" as Vickie went to the cupboard. She selected a large looking dildo and screwed it to a steel chastity belt! Coming back to Dan, she inserted slowly the dildo inside his pussy, already moisten with anticipation. The dildo was a medium one, but larger than the devices he had tried on before. When it came in, his pussy accommodated easily, but he felt scared, for he was afraid to be hurt. "Don't worry, my dear. You are a woman and this is only a medium sized dildo. You can already take larger ones without discomfort, I assure you." Regaining confidence, he relaxed. The dildo went all in, making him feel full. There was no pain, on the contrary. Swiftly, the chastity belt tightened around his waist and crotch, imprisoning the intruder a little further inside him. "I did not want you to receive too much input for the first time, so I didn't want to have your ass plugged. But that will change in a few hours, I bet" Vickie produced then a collar, attached it around his throat and clipped a leash to it. Without any word, she tugged at the leash and lead Dan to the ground floor. It was a great turn on for the transformed boy, to feel the dildo move slightly with each hobbled step he took. Going down the stair made him spasm twice, moaning behind the gag. Vickie laughed at him and just kept tugging on the leash, leading him toward a large door. It was already opened and the tall mistress that had transformed Dan stood there, amused. The sound of gagged moans echoed behind her. "Well, Vickie! You have taken our unexpected guest in hand, as it seems!" "Yes, mistress. Her sister is a harsh dominatrix and she looks like me. Dan as always wanted to be at her knees, to see what it's like, but afraid to be kept as a slave permanently." "So you will play the role of his sister... all right, but I'll surely want to use him for myself when you'll be finished with him." "That's no problem, mistress. When I'm done with our little Dan, she will be as obedient as a good bitch." Hearing Vickie, Dan clenched his vagina around the dildo and moaned loudly. "How touching! You seem to have found a very submissive one, Vickie! You should hurry and put her in some comfortable bondage, she begs for it!" I'll do my best, mistress... as usual!" Dan was lead through the door. He went into a large room. It was high and wide, furnished as a dungeon. As a dominant, he knew all the items used there. Now, the felt a chill of apprehension run down his spine as he knew he was to be on the receiving end. "Don't be afraid, sugar... You are not to be whipped right now. I will introduce you to love bondage at first." They crossed the dungeon. A girl, bent over a metal frame, with hands and legs bound spread wide at its bottom, was being whipped of the ass by a blonde mistress. Sobs soaked her face and she mewed heavily with each stoke of the whip. She looked at Dan and Vickie with pleading eyes, obviously begging for help. Dan had not time to look further, for Vickie tugged at the leash, dragging him in another room. This time, there were no heavy torture devices. The space was furnished with wood frames, with pulleys, rings... It was obviously designed for the use of rope, as a webbing of cord dangled from the various points. The floor squeaked under the feet, for it had been covered with a very thick and spongy layer of black rubber. The imprints of each step took a while to be erased by its resilience. The walls, too, were heavily padded with latex, safe from the rings anchored in the solid mass of stone beneath. Vickie let Dan at the center of the playroom and opened a large coffin, filled with tons of rope. She fumbled a moment inside and selected a large amount of red cotton rope. Returning to Dan, she ran her hands expertly on his body, arousing him more. Dan wanted now to come and was ready to submit to his incoming fate. Then Vickie was behind him. Dan felt the rope bite into his elbows and be wound up above and bellow the joint. The tension was soft, but inexorable and his elbows soon touched, making him thrust his chest forward to compensate. Vickie lovingly patted the jutting breasts, rewarded by a moan of pleasure. "Just wait until I'm finished with you... You'll love it." Dan's hand were freed of the steel manacles and bound again, with coils of rope, palm to palm. The hobble restrain went off next. A rope was drawn from the ceiling, fastened to his elbows. When Vickie pulled it, Dan was taken, upright, standing at attention. Rope went on his chest, above and below his breasts, with some coils crossing on her shoulders, confectioning a delightful bra. With a smile, his welcomed tormentor unclasped the chastity belt and took it off with the dildo. Dan welcomed the sliding of the dildo for the unmistakable sensation it provided, but felt too empty right after and moaned in disapproval. "You want your baby back, don't you? Well... Not now. You have to be real hot to get your reward!" Vickie wound rope around his waist, tightening it enough to make him protest. The rope went up behind, connected to his bound hands and elbows, secured to the rope bra. The tightening welded literally his arms to his spine. He felt then Vickie fasten a rope between his wrist and the waist rope. It was pulled between his legs, under the waist rope at the navel. The rope was long, so Vickie could connect it to a pulley on a frame in front of Dan and fasten it to an anchor point. The tension induced made Dan want to thrust his hips forward, but was prevented to do that by the rope forcing him to stand! With each movement, the crotch rope rubbed against his clitoris, lubricated by his dripping pussy. His legs were then bound, above and below the knees and at the ankles. He was certainly not going anywhere! However, his gag did not satisfy Vickie. Leaving him for a while, she came back with a head harness, framed around a flaccid bladder. Dan recognized immediately a pump gag. Knowing the efficiency of such a device added fire between his leg. He swayed his hips from side to side, in his limited motion, hoping to climax from the crotch rope. "Please, Vickie! Make me come! I'm hot like hell..." Dan tried to plead as soon as the ball gag was taken off, but was cut short with authority. "From now, my dear, you will call me Mistress. You are my slave and you should not be disrespectful, otherwise I will punish you. Now open wide and no sound!" He had to accept the thing in his mouth. In no moment the harness was in place, welding his jaws shut around the membrane. The hand pump was soon connected to the gag. The first squeezes of the bulb made the bladder in Dan's mouth jump alive. "Hlease... Het we hhhome I wanmmmph." Dan could no more voice intelligible speech. As the bladder inflated, it became uncomfortable. He protested as much as he could, but the muffled sounds only made Vickie laugh. She gave just two more squeezes before taking a step back, admiring her handiwork. Dan was now a column of horniness. Breasts thrust forward, nipples hard, hips moving in limited motion, he could not think to anything than orgasm. "Well, I see that you are enjoying yourself, no? I will give you some privacy for a while. See you soon!" Dan gave a cry of despair when his tormentor left the room. Alone, he struggled to climax and soon the frustration made him struggle to get free. It was no use. The bonds were too well applied and all he could do was arouse him more. With that realization, he tried not to move, to ease the arousal, but the cleverness of the bondage dawned to him. If he arched his hips forward, to ease the crotch rope, pain shot in his arms. It dawned to him that he had to stay aroused and frustrated. He tried to focus on his emotions, but they were in turmoil. Anger was there. Anger to have let himself bind up like that, anger against Vickie for not letting him climax. But there was also pleasure. Arousal was devilishly pleasurable, the touch of Vickie binding him was pleasurable ... Even the promise of the incoming orgasm was pleasurable, as well as the thrill of its denial. Anger and pleasure... Pleasure and anger... And above all, arousal! Vickie let him struggle for two hours. When she came back, Dan was covered with sweat, partially exhausted of the struggling and arousal. Without word, the mistress went behind him and slowly fondled his breasts. Dan moaned immediately, wriggling his crotch on the rope, but this wasn't enough to send him over the edge. Humming to herself, Vickie loosened the ropes maintaining Dan in position. She helped laying flat on his back. His legs were unbound and Vickie produced a dildo. Dan mewed in approval and spread his legs wide to allow the insertion. It went all inside in a minute, filling his vagina with delight. To prevent it from sliding out, a tight crotch rope was applied, with a knot spotted on his clitoris. Vickie bound again his legs at knees and ankles and turned her prey on the stomach. Dan felt then a rope slide through his ankles and through his bound wrists. He was about to be hogtied! He was right and as he felt the rope tighten, he had no option but to bend his legs, so that his ankles soon met his wrists. Vickie was not done yet and threaded another rope through a ring of the harness gag, located at the top of the heat and tightened it, tilting his head backward. "I see that you are very hot, dearie. Now, if you struggle the right way, you should get gratification. I'll let you find it all by yourself, but you won't refuse a little stimulation, won't you?" Dan was already struggling, bucking his hips as much as they could in the strict hogtie, clenching his vagina around the dildo, when the intruder hummed to life. Vickie had switched it on with a remote control. Dan had waited orgasm for too long and climaxed immediately, with muffled moans of bliss, accompanied by Vickie's encouragements. But the stimulation was not to end there and the dildo continued to send powerful vibrations in the satisfied cunt. For a moment, a satisfied, Dan wanted it off and struggled to dislodge the dildo, even if he knew that it was impossible. Then his desire forcibly came back, making him welcome the vibrator again. He was on his way to a multi-orgasm session and knew that the end of his delightful torment was totally out of his reach. Again, time went on and the room filled with female moans and rubber squeaking, as he struggled wildly. Each climax was more and more devastating, draining his energy, womanizing his personality. He could feel his masculinity shatter in pieces, having too much pleasure as a female. When Vickie came back, Dan laid limp, moaning softly with each labored breath. He struggled feebly when another orgasm rocked. All he wanted now was the stimulation to end, for he could sleep. As in answer to his prayers, the vibrator went dead and he almost cried in relief. "Well, it seems that you have exhausted yourself, sugar! You obviously lack endurance, for you've been stimulated only for five hours!" Even if he had not been gagged, he would not have been able to answer. He was sinking in a semi-comatose state, more sleepy than awake. But rest was not at hand. He heard another person come in and he was carried out of the room, in the dungeon. A part of his brain remembered that the mistress had told Vickie about playing with him... In the dungeon, it surely meant a whipping, but Dan was too exhausted to care. He remembered vaguely that it was only a dream... Clouds blurred his vision as he was positioned... He distantly felt being put vertically, still bound in the hogtie, on his knees... Tight leather bands kept him in position, circling his body at thighs, waist, above his breasts... His ears registered the low whistle of tormented air, as a cat-o-nine was spun by unseen hands... The sound, the sensations faded away, in a sea of black... He gave a last gagged sight of relief as he realized groggily that the dream was fading away... Dan awoke with a start, as pain exploded on his chest! He shouted his suffering, but only a faint moan came out. Eyes wide opened, he did not realize what had happened. Then another crash on the chest made him howl again. This time, he went back to earth. He remembered who he was, the ring, the dream... But something was now very wrong with him. He knew that he was awake, so why did he felt so restrained, like in the dream? He was male, so why did he felt something inside of him, like in the dream? Why did his chest bounce with each blow, sending him waves of pain, as he had no breasts? Why was his mouth so full, as if he was still gagged? Why were his moans so feminine, as he had a male voice? Incomprehension washed over. With each blow, he struggled in pain. With the head bowed back by a bondage rope, he could not see his tormentor. The flogging prevented any coherent though and he had to endure blow after blow without realizing what had happened. A mental gear in Dan's brain had sized up and he could not face the reality. The flogging went on for a few minutes, then abruptly stopped. Dan's chest was on fire and tears of pain and incomprehension soaked his face. His senses awash with fear, he eared the sound of a woman pleasing herself, masturbating furiously and then giving a loud cry of ecstasy. It had taken just a few moments and Dan had not been able to think about anything else than the pain on his chest. He heard the woman get up from some invisible bed... and a dreaded laugh filled the air. It grew nearer and nearer, as the woman approached. He knew well this laugh. It was... It was... His sister's face came in his field of view. Sonia's face was a picture off perverted bliss and she laughed... Laughed obviously at him... She could not get her breath, so much she was laughing... She disappeared from his sight, but he heard her collapse on the floor, laughing like crazy... then coughing, catching her breath... Regaining composure at last... "So, little brother... had a pleasant dream?" Dan jumped in his bondage. How did she know... How could she know? His eyes were two interrogation points. "You don't seem to realize, little brother." Sonia was purring with pleasure like a cat before a bowl of cream. "You thought you were clever enough, so I would not notice your little game? It never came to your mind that I could have placed protection spells in my room and spying spells on yours? My poor brother... You should have thought that, as I am older than you, I'm more talented in magic... I saw you when you were screwing that slave, some time ago... You should have learned to hide your thoughts, you know? I read your phantasms on your face like if you had written them in a book!" Dan's brain was starting to work, at last. He was beginning to understand... Although he could not accept the enormity of the impending conclusion of his reasoning. Realization was dawning slowly, bit by bit... making him wish he had not waked. But Sonia was still speaking. "I found out that you longed to know how a woman felt like! I found out that you fantasized to be a slave! I lured you into a trap and you ate the bait, hook, sink and link like if you were one of these stupid male in the street. You are really not fit to be a noble, so I put you at your place. The internet company you browsed... It was a creation of mine, silly one! When you ordered that ring, I created it for you... Your protection spells were efficient to prevent an attack from outside... But not from the inside! When you taught the ring about your fantasies, you bounded yourself voluntarily on MY own spell... I had a breach in your defenses and it was a game to make you mine. I took your gem, so you were absolutely powerless. As you slept, I slowly altered you and you dreamed about what was really happening to you! I turned you into a woman and made you feel everything in dream! I took great pleasure in using during your sleep... I bet that you felt having a lot of lesbian sex... Then I bound you in the delicious hogtie you are in... By the way... I hope you are comfy with your vibrator, sweet hearth?" For Dan, the plot was now clear! His worst fear had turned to be true! He was helpless, female, slave! Ignoring the pain on his breasts, he thrashed wildly in his bonds, howling madly with fear. Sonia's laughing were the only answer... Then he felt her grope his breast, fondling them, making the pain more intense, his moans more desperate... "You can't imagine how I waited to have you in my power... How I longed to see you trash in your bonds at the realization of your fall... You can't realize how strong were my orgasms when I thought of you as my quivering slave, wriggling after hours of unwanted climaxes... Now, I have you... and it's wonderful! I made your body really lovely for my tastes... Hmmm... let me tell you... Tight pussy, very sensitive, begging to be filled and stretched... Tight ass, very sensitive too... So lovely breasts, made to be bound, whipped and clamped... Perfect lips, just pouty enough... perfect to wrap around a gag... Oh! I will love bending you to my will!" While speaking, Sonia was making moans of pleasure, obviously masturbating, watching the wild struggle of her victim. Dan could not do anything to free himself, but tried with all his strength, albeit knowing that a slave bound like that had no way out. The realization of his fate made him aware of the dildo in his vagina. This time, it was most unwelcome and added energy to his futile attempts at breaking his bonds. Desperately searching, his prying fingers looked blindly for a knot to unfasten; despite he knew there were none at his reach. Having orgasmed once more, Sonia went to him and in a sluttish way rubbed her sex on his face, soaking him with her juices. "I give you the present of my intimate fluid, little brother... I saw you so many times sniffing my panties that I know you won't mind..." With that, she left the room, leaving Dan in utter despair. Although he knew he was now stuck in a nightmare, he tried feverishly to find a way out. Sobs of terror melted with the pussy juice covering his cheeks... His throat was hoarse from desperate cries for help... He fought his bondage with all his might, far beyond exhaustion, eventually fainting... Then waking, fighting again, crying... Dan was left this way all the day, feeling utterly abandoned and desperate. Meanwhile her brother suffered, Sonia told their parent about his demise and received congratulations. Together, they went silently to look at the fallen family member, delighting in seeing his vain struggle against the ropes holding him fast. Later, mother and father made love passionately, thinking about the ordeal Dan would have to endure, as they knew Sonia was one of the most evil and imaginative bitch in the area. Another fact was that their fallen son was no more threat against them. It left only Sonia to deal with. It was quite a challenge, but Donna though that having gotten rid of her brother, she would get too self-confident and make a fatal error. Donna was very jealous of her daughter and was determined to have her get back in her body... or in her wardrobe! Sonia, determined to make her brother's life hell, did not handle him with kid gloves. He had been a dominant and a male. For him, women were just flesh to get tormented, holes to spur his seed in. He was going to discover slavery first hand. Evening came for a desperate Dan. The day had been truly awful. His sobs had dried, for he had no more water to cry. He felt no more pain from his breasts and the bondage, albeit strict, was not so uncomfortable to deal with, but mentally, he was laminated. The joy of being a woman he had felt in dream was now far gone. Sonia had made his new body to her own desires and he knew how skilled she was in humiliating a slave. In dream, his breasts were to wonderful orbs, made for pleasure, soft and heavy... His sex was a sweet hole of passion that a dildo could fill with lust, giving the best orgasms... Now his body was a punishment. The breasts would be tormented, abused... His sex would be filled, of course... But it would be a hole designed for humiliation and pain... His sister was an expert at filling a slave's orifices with the widest and longest devices, making the arousal rise to unbearable level without letting the poor girl orgasm... She was able to bring the slave of the verge of madness with arousal... Training her to stay in that state longer and longer... Dan now felt pity for the slaves... He knew that when Sonia trained a slave this way, the girl would end up capable of being kept aroused for days, without sleeping, but begging for release... Then it hit him like a ton of brick! Dan recalled that those slaves were of special use for Sonia... Having trained them to suffer in arousal for days, she had taken the habit to transform them... mostly in lingerie! When Sonia came back to her room, Dan was well aware of his final fate. She obviously had the project to make him into some bra or panty... but only after having enjoyed his suffering at the maximum. Looking into his dejected eyes, Sonia saw that Dan had understood her plan for him and could not resist fondling his breasts. "So, you are setting in your new life, my sweet slave? You realized that there was no escape from me, hum? You understood your destiny, didn't you? It was not difficult to guess... You know you sister, after all... When I'm done with you, you will get what you wanted. I always saw you peeping at my breasts, so your final duty will be to support them... as a bra... I have not decided which material you will be... I think it will be latex, so you will be stretched, but I'm not sure... At last, I have plenty of time to make my mind... I intend to use you for a long, long time from now. You are now my favorite plaything and it will be ages before I tire of your so lovely body!" While she was speaking, Sonia was taking off the rope holding Dan's head. In no moment, he was able to look before him. He gazed at her as she opened a coffin and retrieved an ominous-like egg helmet. He knew this device, for having used it regularly on his slaves. It was designed to cut all the sounds a slave could voice, allowing the master (or mistress) to have a restful night, without being disturbed by moans and cries. Tubes were to be fit inside the nostrils, providing air and then the helmet was locked around the head. The interior was lined with an inflatable latex membrane, making a tight seal from the shoulders. The dominant then just had to pump a liquid inside the membrane, sealing the slave as if she was far underwater. This was a traumatic experience because the slave found herself in sensory deprivation, blind, mute, deaf and all begged for mercy when they were about to be fit with such device. Dan was scared and shook his head "No", moaning behind his gag, but the helmet soon went in place. The breathing tubes dilated his nostrils and he found himself in total blackness. The sound of his moans filled was loud to him, reverberated by the helmet. Outside, only distant mews could be eared. Suddenly, the membrane encasing his head started to fill! It went on slowly, making his terror more intense if it could. It stared to press everywhere on his head... The pressure went on and on... When it stopped, Dan's head felt like in a vice... and he could not do a thing about that! The tightness immobilized his head completely, welding it with his bust. Dan went wild again, despite his exhausted state, his struggles easily contained by the bondage. He could not see anything and his gagged screams echoed into his skull... Eventually, after what seemed hours, he fell asleep. Meanwhile, Sonia enjoyed the sight of the bound slave. She masturbated wildly most of the night, using her favorite dildo. It was her favorite because of the female soul caught inside. Sonia had once been insulted and humiliated by a bitch of a girl, when she was 15. Sonia had forgotten the reason long ago but she recalled that the woman had said that if she had been a male, she would have exploded Sonia's ass with it, to teach her a lesson. Less than a month later, the woman regretted bitterly her outburst. Sonia had turned her into a wide dildo and delighted in sliding it into her dripping pussy. Sonia had left some movement to the poor girl, so that when she fought her predicament, which was most of the time, the dildo wriggled too. The effect was more efficient than a vibrator and Sonia used it very often. Sonia was waked up by a rustling sound she knew well. It told of a slave struggling in bondage. It was terribly erotic and was the better way of been woken up. Sonia took the time to orgasm herself before to get up. Dan was at the same place, of course. Beds of sweat covered his body as he wriggled in his bonds, sweet music to his sister. He was having an awful time. He had woken several times, stuck in this nightmarish state. In