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The Collector By Mister Double U "It was a dark and stormy night. A lone figure moved effortlessly through the thick underbrush. The large, ornate house loomed off in the distance. The figure raised the binoculars to his face and peered through the heavy rain." Thud "What a load of crap," I said, throwing the script on the floor. "Michael, baby," said my agent, Morrie, "It's the latest by Hamburg. He's the guy that wrote that absolutely fabulous movie, 'Isle of Forgotten Soles'. You know, the shoe movie. It's Hamburg!" "I don't care if it's Spielberg, Morrie. It's a load of CRAP!" I stood up in my chair and looked at the movie posters on my wall. I've had a pretty decent career; 'Raiders of a lost Ark', 'Steak Wars', Broke My Back on a Mountain'. I didn't need this. "Can't you get me any decent parts?" "I'm trying, Michael. Really, I am," Morrie replied. Morrie looked to be in his 80s, with an ash white face and hair to match. He constantly had a cigar in his mouth. He wasn't allowed to smoke in my house, which made him even more nervous. "I keep bringing you scripts. You just don't like them. Maybe you shouldn't be so picky." "PICKY!" I screamed. "Listen to this!" I picked up the script again and turned to the middle. "As I wondered aimlessly through the castle walls, I thought back to the days of my youth." I threw it back down again. "Days of my youth? What? Did the guy grow up in Dracula's castle? Come on Morrie, please. I need a decent script." Morrie got up slowly and headed towards the door. "I'll do what I can, Michael." I shook his hand furiously. "Thank you. You're a good friend." I smiled. "Don't bullshit a bullshiter, Michael." He smiled back. "I'll call you in a few days." Morrie walked towards the door and let himself out. I used to be a great actor. What the hell happened? My name is Michael Ford. 10 years ago, I made it big in Hollywood, starring in 'A' movies alongside its biggest stars. But in the last few years, the parts haven't been coming to me. I picked up the script again. Maybe I should just take it. I opened it up again and threw it back down. No way! I looked at the clock. "Oh man. It's already past 7." I had a routine every night. At 6:30 I would have a glass of carrot juice and a specially created multi-vitamin. It's supposed to give all the nutrients I need. Then I'd go work out for a few hours and then watch TV in my room. I was already over an hour late. I ran to the kitchen and poured my juice and took my vitamin. Then ran to my exercise room, got on my treadmill and turned on the computer. I immediately went to the "LiveGirls.com" website. "All right baby. Get your sorry ass over here!" The man yelled. He was huge, at least 6'6". He was dressed in leather with an opening for his enormous cock. The woman was cowering in the corner. Her face was full of fear. "Leave me alone!" she screamed. "Don't you know who I am?" 'I know who you are, you slut,' I laughed to myself. This was great. The man ran over and grabbed her by the hair and threw her against a wooden post. She hit it and fell harshly to the ground. "Wait! WAIT!" she yelled. "I'm not Betty Horner! I'm really...MMMMPHHH!" The large man had shoved a ball gag deep into her mouth. "I don't care WHO you are, baby. I just know WHAT you are." He laughed joyously as he bent her over and shoved his cock into her pussy. "Damn, she's fucking hot," I said to no one in particular. I could feel my cock getting hard. I wished that was me fucking her. 20 minutes later, he rolled her over and shot his load into her face. It just kept coming. She tried to move away, but the man held her there by her long blond hair. When he was done, he threw her on the ground. "Thanks baby." He threw a towel at her. "Clean yourself up....BITCH!" he said, laughing as he left the room. The camera focused in on her, as she wiped the huge amounts of cum off her face. A small tear formed and ran down her cheek as the camera faded out. I stopped the treadmill. Fucking WOW! This site is incredible! Well worth the $19.95 a month. I went upstairs dripping in sweat to take a shower. TAP TAP TAP. "What the....?" I said, turning around. A kid waved at me from the window, which is weird since I'm on the third floor. I walked closer to the window. "Go Away!" I yelled. "Oh Mister Ford! I'm your biggest fan." He said with a slight lisp. The kid had thick glasses and had to weigh around 220. He couldn't have been more than 15. "That's nice, kid." I said again through the window. "Would you mind leaving? I'm about to take a shower and go to bed." "Can I PLEASE get your autograph, Mister Ford?" he asked. He held up a small picture. It was me from 'When Harriet Met Sal'. "Look, kid. Not right now," I said. "Tell you what. I'll give you my agent's number and he can get it for you, ok?" "Having you sign my photo would be the greatest thrill of my entire life." He said in a 'Sponge Bob' sort of way. Yeesh!! "Come on, uh." "Johnathan," he said. "Johnathan Tate. That's J O H N A T H A N." He smiled. "Uh, right. Johnathan," I replied. "Look, I don't want to make a big deal out of this, but go home. Ok?" I slid the curtains closed and headed to the bathroom. "Crazed fans," I said to myself, as I got undressed. I turned on the shower and stepped in. The hot water felt wonderful against my sweaty skin. I stood in there for what must have been a half hour. "Oh Mister Ford!" "AAAAHHHH!" I screamed. That kid again. "Oh please, oh please, oh please, can I have your autograph?" I threw a towel around my waist. "How did you get in here?" He held up a crowbar. "Jimmied the window open." He replied, smiling that childlike smile. He pushed the picture under my nose. "Please Mister Ford!!" "Kid, if you don't get out of here I'm calling the cops!" I said. His eyes filled up with tears. "Oh Mister Ford. Not the police. If my parents have to get me out of jail again..." He sniffed. "They'll ground me for life. Just one little autograph....PL-EASE!!!" I sighed. "If I sign it, will you leave me alone and NEVER come back?" He nodded his head quickly up and down. He looked like a large, acned, bobble head doll. "Fine." I said. He smiled that awful smile and slowly held a pen up for me to take. "Please sign it 'To Johnathan.' Remember, that J O H N..." "I got it," I replied harshly. "'My bestest pal in the whole wide world!' WOW!!" I signed the damn book and handed it back to him. "That's great." He closed the book and pushed a small button. The pen started pouring out smoke. I dropped it quickly. Johnathan was already out the bathroom door. I ran over and tried to push it open. Something was holding it back. The smoke poured out faster and I started coughing. I quickly flipped the switch to turn on the ceiling vent, but it couldn't suck it out of the room fast enough. I felt myself becoming light headed and fell to the floor. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Mister Ford? Mister Ford, sir?" My eyes opened slowly. I still felt groggy. "I hope I didn't hurt you, sir. The effects of the gas can sometimes be...uncomfortable." Johnathan said, smiling that childish smile. I felt a strange tingling in my arms and looking up, realized that they were chained to a hook in the ceiling. My feet were encased in large metal boots, strapped at my ankles. I was wearing a long, white robe with a hood. Maybe I could scare him into letting me go. Had to make this look good. I grabbed the chain and shook it violently back and forth. "LET ME OUT OF HERE! RIGHT! NOW!!!" I screamed. I kept shaking it and screaming at the top of my lungs. After a minute, Johnathan grabbed a chair and sat down, his eyes wide and glazed over. He had a bigger smile than before. "Oh Mister Ford. That was wonderful!" He applauded. "I love when you did that in 'Planet of the Ape men Part 3. I especially loved the growling. Ooooo!" He felt his arm. "I'm getting goose bumps." I sighed. "All right, kid." I said, calmly. "That's enough fun and games. I really have to go." "Oh no, Mister Ford," he said. "I can't let you go." "Why not?" I asked, afraid of the answer I was going to get. "Because then your autograph wouldn't be worth nearly as much." He replied. "My autograph?" I said, slowly. "Yes, sir," he answered. "Can I tell you a story?" "Uh, ok," I said, trying to comprehend what the hell was going on. "Back in 2000, I went to the Great Big Collectors Show in L.A. I was able to get a terrific autograph from Vincent Lorrie. Remember, he's the old actor that appeared in hundreds of Horror movies of the 40's?" I nodded. He continued. "Well, a guy came up to me and offered me $50 for the autograph. I was young and didn't know any better...." I smiled to myself. He's still young. "And I sold my autographed picture. Three days later, Mr. Lorrie passed away." He sniffed. "And the next day, my precious photo was on the Internet auction sites for $5000." I could see the frustration welling up in his face. "I promised that would never, ever happen again. So I have your autograph and if you're not around, it'll be worth hundreds, maybe thousands of dollars." I started to panic. This kid was going to kill me. "If it's money you want...." I said. "Oh no Mister Ford. The money has nothing to do with it. It's prestige." His eyes glassed over. "I'll have the last autograph of the infamous Michael Ford." He smiled. "So, what happens to me?" I asked. I certainly wasn't ready to die. I think he could see the panic in my eyes. "Don't worry, sir," he said. "I'm not going to kill you. That would be horrible. I'm just going to make it so no one ever sees you again." "Can't we talk this over?" I asked, panicking. "You can have whatever you want...money, cars, women." "It's funny you should mention women, Mister Ford." He smiled evilly. "Because tomorrow morning, you're going to be one." He walked over to me and removed the robe. It was then I noticed that I was completely naked and all my body hair had been shaved off. Johnathan slowly put electrodes on various parts of my body; nipples, stomach, waist, everywhere, even my cock and balls. He stood on a chair and placed more on my face and throat. "What are you talking about?" I asked. The electrodes made it difficult to talk. "Well...I have this uncle. Well, now he's my Aunt." Johnathan giggled. "He was a mad genius. He developed a process to change people's physical body. From what I understand, using the electrodes and a super-serum it can cause skin to change shape. It can really turn anyone into anything. I experimented with animals, first. The problem is when you change a squirrel into a man; he still thinks he's a squirrel. So I decided that I should change men into women. After all, who's going to believe that a drop dead gorgeous blond bombshell is really the famous Michael Ford?" "You're completely serious, aren't you?" I asked. "DUH??!!" he replied. "Sheesh!" He closed my eyes and placed two more electrodes on my eyelids, then placed a large black hood over my head. I struggled a bit, but couldn't really move very much. The bag had an opening for my mouth and nose, but covered my eyes completely. "I'm sorry about the hood," he said, as if he could read my thoughts. "But I've heard that the eyes are really sensitive to light while the transformation takes place." I heard him get off the chair and step back on a moment later. "Open your mouth nice and wide," he said. I immediately closed it tight. He sighed. "Why do I always have to play this game?" he asked. He got off the chair again and quickly shoved something in both my nostrils. "You have to breathe sometime." He was right. Two minutes later I opened my mouth wide and he quickly shoved something deep down my throat. I thought I was going to gag. I started to struggle. He pulled a strap around the back of my head. "Easy, Mister Ford," Johnathan said. "Don't panic. Just relax your throat. Treat it like you're chugging beer." I couldn't breathe. I thought I was going to throw up and this was the end! I heard humming, then a 'THUNK' and felt a tingling all over my body. My throat relaxed and I felt the thing slide farther down. It began to vibrate and slide up and down my throat. I could feel it expanding as it moved and for some reason, I started to get hard. The tingling increased around my cock as it got harder. I felt a sharp stab in my ass. "Sorry again, Mister Ford," Johnathan said. "That's a mixture of the super- serum and something to help you sleep. It's going to be a long night." I felt my body getting heavy and it began to droop to the floor. I felt two hands lift me up and attach a strap across my waist; holding me up to a large pole. Another strap was placed against my legs. "Don't want you to fall and hurt yourself," Johnathan said again. "See you in the morning." I heard footsteps and then a door slam shut. I leaned back trying to stay awake, but between the tingling all over my body and the effects of the serum I passed out. Another prick in my ass startled me out of sleep. "Mmmmph!" I yelled. "It's ok, Mister Ford," Johnathan said. "Just another dose of serum. We should be done in a few more hours." Again, the mixture made me fall asleep. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Rise and Shine." A voice said to me. I couldn't recognize it right away. I slowly lifted my head. It felt like it weighed 300 pounds. The room was still completely dark. I heard a chair being pulled over. "Keep your eyes closed, please." He said. I felt the hood being taken off and the electrodes pulled off my eyes. "The light is going to hurt a bit." I remembered. Johnathan! That creep. Once I got down from here, I was going to kick his scrawny ass. My hands were still chained to the ceiling and feet on the floor. I opened my eyes slowly and blinked in the light. I felt another prick in my ass. "Mmmmmph!!" I screamed. "Sorry." He laughed. "Guess that's not the best thing first thing in the morning." I looked down. Two large, perfect breasts met my gaze. I sighed. I discovered that the thing in my mouth had a long hard tube coming from it. It was connected to a small machine next to my feet. That's what caused it to go in and out of my mouth. "Are you hungry?" he asked. Actually, I was. I nodded my head. Shit! That hurts. Johnathan walked in front of me. He wore a yellow PAC-MAN T-shirt and old faded jeans. 'I can take this fucker. Just wait until he gets me down.' He pushed a button on the machine. "Bottoms up," he said and went to sit in a chair. The machine began to shake and I could see a custard-like material coming up the tube. It hit the gag and ran slowly down my throat. "Nourishment of my own design," he said, smiling proudly. "It's got everything a growing girl needs for a healthy start to the day. And I made it taste like chocolate pudding." It dripped down my throat, slowly at first. Then the gag started moving in and out of my mouth again. It swelled up so that my lips were wrapped tightly around it. I was sucking it. It moved faster and I was forced to inhale so that it didn't take my teeth with it. Or at least, that's what I thought. After a few more minutes, a huge load shot into my throat, almost totally filling me up. I thought I was going to be sick. Johnathan turned off the machine and stood back on the chair. He took the strap off my head and removed the gag from my mouth. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. "Aaa!" I squeaked. He smiled. "Your voice will be back soon. Your vocal chords need to adjust first," Johnathan said. "Obviously, you enjoyed yourself last night." He said, pointing to a large wet spot on the floor. "Cum." Now I really felt sick. "Want to see what you look like?" he asked. Before I could answer him, he walked over to a full-length mirror on the other side of the small room. He brought it over and placed it in front of me. "Aaa!" I squeaked again. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Johnathan asked. Here I was. In all my naked glory. A beautiful, buxom, blond babe. My long hair fell down my face in ringlets, like Kim Bassinger in 'LA Confidential'. My eyes were a bright and clear blue. My little pixie nose was barely visible on my face. I had huge, red ruby lips that had obviously been stretched out by the gag that was there all night. My arms were thin sticks as were my legs. My waist had been shrunk to nothing and I had huge 'child bearing' hips. My cock was gone! In its place; a cute little pussy totally shaved except for a small patch just on top. Oh, that sucks! "And the best part is, is that your entire body is incredibly sensitive. Watch." He lightly touched my pussy and my entire body shook uncontrollably. When he grabbed my breasts, I screamed. "Fantastic," he said. He ran his hand up my leg and put them to his lips. "I take it you enjoyed that too." I could feel something warm and wet running down my leg. "I guess you're wondering what happens now, Mister Ford?" He asked. "Well, first of all, I can't call you Mister Ford any more. I've been up all night trying to think of just the right name for you." He paused. "How do you like 'Busty LaRue'?" He stayed up all night for THAT? I shook my head. "I thought you might." He smiled. "I'm not going to leave you stranded, Busty." He giggled to himself. "You're going to see some friends of mine and we're going to get you a really nice job. But first..." Johnathan walked over to a table and picked up two needles. He jabbed one in his arm. "One for me," he said, walking over to me. He stuck it in my ass. "And one for you." I watched as he put on a white HAZMAT suit. He zipped it up and sat down. I could see his face contorting under the clear visor. Five minutes later, he stood up. He was a hell of a lot taller than he was before. He unzipped the suit and stepped out. The short little guy with the pimples and glasses and lisp were gone. In his place was a huge man, over 6 ? feet. The PAC-MAN shirt was stretched to its limits and ripped as he stood up. His pants did too, just like the Incredible Hulk. His cock was straining against his underwear. He walked over to the table and picked up some new clothes and put them on. When he was done, he walked back to me. "You see, Busty." He said. His voice was incredibly deep. "I've learned to use the formula to my advantage. I can be anyone I want to be." He reached up and grabbed my wrists. "If you fight me or try to hurt me, I will snap both your wrists like twigs. Got it?" he growled. I nodded. He reached up and undid the cuffs holding my arms. They fell to my side like limp noodles. I tried to lift my hands to get the feeling back into them, but they had been above my head for too long. He undid the shoes holding my feet and I looked down. My huge feet were now tiny and petite. He held me under my arms as he undid the strap holding me up and I slumped into his arms. He carried me over to the wood chair and sat me down. He then picked up a cell phone. "She's ready," he said and hung up. Two minutes later, the feeling started to come back to my body as two guys and a girl walked in the door. The first man was dressed in a well-pressed three-piece suit. The second man wore a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and carried a small suitcase under his arm. The woman also carried a small suitcase. She walked directly over to me and knelt down. He moved my head back and forth. "Very pretty, Johnny," she said. "I can do wonderful things with her." I was still too weak to move. She opened her case and began removing makeup palettes. "Yes, Johnny. She's very very pretty. GGGRROOWLL!!" he said, laughing. "I don't know where you find 'em." "Just lucky I guess," Johnathan replied. The other man started getting undressed. "What's her name?" he yelled from across the room. "Busty. Busty LaRue," Johnathan yelled back. "Sheesh!" the woman replied. "Can't these girls come up with better names?" I tried to respond, but another "Aaa" came out. "You are costing me a fortune, you know," the first man said opening his wallet. He pulled out a wad of bills and pulled off a bunch of them. "Actually, Burt," Johnathan said, taking the money and shoving it in his pocket. "I'm MAKING you a fortune." He smiled. Burt walked over to me and looked me up and down. He licked his lips. "Boy. I wish I was the one fucking her." My eyes widened in fear. I started to get off the chair. Johnathan easily pushed me down. "Relax Busty," he said. The woman was putting makeup on my face. "Close your eyes, honey," she said matter of factly. She grabbed some false eyelashes and glued them on. Then she put eye shadow and liner on my eyes. Next came some blush and deep, red lipstick. "Stand up, honey," she said. I slowly stood up, as my legs were still weak. She grabbed a corset out of her bag and tied it tightly around my waist. Then black, fishnet stockings and very high heels. My breasts were still exposed. She placed two small circles on them. Pasties, I think they're called. "Aaa," I said again. "Shhh!" Johnathan said. "Don't strain your voice." I sat back down and watched the man across the room. He had changed into a black leather outfit; tight pants and a top that tied across the front. He had short leather gloves and carried a whip. His dick was exposed. 'Oh Shit! I've gotta get out of here.' "Ok, sweetness," Burt said. "You're on." He and Johnathan helped me stand up and led me across the room. There was no way for me to run, especially in these heels. The other man stood there, waiting. They pushed a button and the wall slid to the side, revealing a large studio. Inside were whips and chains and other bondage equipment. Also, there were three video cameras with "LiveGirls.com" on the side of them. 'LiveGirls? Oh shit!' They tossed me unceremoniously on a dirty mattress. "It's showtime!" Burt said and went behind the camera. The other man walked over to me slowly, stroking his cock. "I don't know where he finds them, but I'm gonna love fucking you." As he got closer, I could see the lust in his eyes. I slinked away from him and towards the open side of the studio. He saw this and quickly grabbed my long hair. "Get over here!" he yelled, pulling me back to the middle of the room. "OW! SHIT! CUT IT OUT!" I yelled. I put my hand up to my throat. All Right!! My voice was back. I whispered in the man's ear, pleading. "Look. If you let me out of here, I'll give you anything you want. Huh? I've got money, cars. Whatever you're into." He looked at me, evilly. "I've got what I want." He pushed me down to my knees. His dick was right in my face. "Suck it!" he said loudly, probably for the cameras. "And if you bite me, I'll really fuck you up." He held my head and slowly moved his dick towards my open mouth. Johnathan had made my lips so big that I couldn't close them all the way. I bit down as hard as I could. The man leaned down and grabbed my chin. "Open your FUCKING mouth!" he yelled. I shook my head. "Fine. I like to play rough." He laughed and grabbed my chin. He lifted my head and slapped me hard. My face stung, but I still wouldn't open my mouth. He snapped his fingers and the makeup girl handed him a weird looking devise. It had an opening ring in the middle and two thick rubber pieces on each side. There was a pump attached to it and a strap came from the front and he moved it to the back of my head. He shoved it hard in my mouth, around my teeth. The ring was in the front of my mouth. He started pumping and it forced my mouth open by pushing my teeth over. Once it was open, he tightened the strap around my head. He took the opportunity to shove his dick in my mouth. "Open wide!" he said, laughing. The pump that Johnathan had used on me made my mouth and throat open wide, so taking him was easy. He thrust in and out for about 5 minutes then picked me up and threw me over the table. He locked my legs to the table and moved my arms in front and locked them as well. "Let's see what we have down here," he said. He licked his fingers and started rubbing his hand across my hairless pussy. Almost instantly, I started tingling down there. He moved his hand around the outside and every touch made my body jump. I started bucking rhythmically against his fingers. "Mmmmm....." I said. My whole body shuddered as he pushed his fingers deep inside me. "What a nice, tight hole you have," he said. "I'm going to enjoy this." 'Oh yes!! Stick that hot cock in my tight hole!' And he did. The man slowly slid his cock in my pussy. As soon as it touched me, I felt warm juices spill down my leg. He laughed. "I think you're going to enjoy this more than me." He moved it deeper inside me. I thought it wouldn't stop. I had no trouble taking the entire length. He moved very slowly, like he was savoring each stroke. He would push himself all the way in, teasing my lips as he moved through, and then moved slowly out. Each time, I felt more of my own juices running down my body. A mixture of cum and sweat. "Mm. Mm. Mm." I said. 'Fuck me faster!!' As if he could read my mind, he sped up his thrusts. Faster and faster, he went in and out of me. I shook harder. I could feel my heart racing. Sweat poured from every part of my body; it mixed with my cum and his pre-cum. Cameras whizzed around us although I barely noticed them. "Keep going!" I heard Burt yell as he followed the camera focusing on my face. The man slowed down again and I pushed my hips against his dick. No! No! "Mmm! Mmm!" I gulped, grinding my hips against him. He slowly pulled out and walked in front of me. "Suck it!" he said, removing the ring gag from my mouth. He stuck his cock back in my mouth again. I wrapped my lips around it and began to suck furiously. I didn't know if I was doing it right, but I didn't care. I wanted him in my mouth...more than anything in the world. He started to buck and began fucking my mouth. He slipped easily down my entire throat. I looked up and saw his face contort and then felt huge amounts of cum splash against the back of my mouth and down my throat. When he finished, he slumped into a large chair just out of camera range. "Oh my...." I said, smiling and gasping for breath. I shook my head. 'No! This can't have just happened. I just fucked and sucked a guy...AND ENJOYED IT??!!' I struggled against the straps holding me on the table. "WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT DID YOU ASSHOLES JUST DO TO ME?!!" I screamed. "Oh no. Not again," the man said. I looked at him with a deadly stare. I'm sure I didn't appear too threatening. "SHUT UP! GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! I'M GOING TO THE COPS! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?" "Johnathan, can you please handle your client?" Burt asked. I heard Johnathan's footsteps coming up behind me. "I'M NOT BUSTY LARUE! I'M MICHAEL FORD!!" "Can you give us a few minutes, Burt?" he asked. Everyone left the room. I heard the large door slide closed. Then I felt a small prick on my ass. Johnathan walked in front and sat down in the large chair. I struggled again against the bonds on the table. He sat there with his arms crossed. He tossed the needle on the table. "You have a real future in this business, Mister Ford," he said. "Why do you want to do something like that and ruin it?" "Because I AM Michael Ford!" I yelled. "I'm not some porn star on the internet." "You don't have to be, if you don't want to," he replied. I stopped struggling. "What do you mean?" "That last needle I just gave you was the final straw in your transformation," he replied. "It causes your body to crave sex. You'll want it over everything, now. You won't care about food or money. Your entire existence will depend upon having incredible amounts of sex." "I don't believe you," I said, slowly. "Yes, you do," he said. "Even now, your body is starting to shake and sweat. It won't be long before you won't be able to stand it anymore." He was right. I could feel my body shaking. Like I was a junkie going through withdrawal. "And like a young kid who masturbates and gets caught, you will remember everything and feel disgusted because you know it's wrong," he finished, smiling. "All that sexual energy you feel will cause your body to send out pheromones that will drive men wild. You won't be able to stop having sex. And every man will want to have sex with you." He walked back behind me and ran his hands down my stockinged legs, then undid the locks on my ankles. The touch of his hands made me shudder again. I shook my legs to try to get the feeling back into them. He walked back in front of me. He knelt down, brushing my breasts with his hands as he did, and undid the straps on my wrists. I wanted to get up and run. Get the hell out of there as fast as I could. Instead, my hands went around Johnathan's legs and moved his body closer to me. I reached up quickly and undid his pants and yanked them down. He was already hard. I practically ripped off his underwear and shoved his cock into my mouth. I sucked him furiously. He laughed. "You are good." I smiled, although I didn't know why. I kept sucking him as he bucked his hips. I wanted him in me sooo badly. I rolled over on my back and threw my legs over his shoulders. He smiled again and roughly shoved his dick into me. He grabbed my hips and slid me closer to the edge of the table. Johnathan fucked me quickly. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass. It didn't take long for me to cum...my body was incredibly sensitive. He could tell that I was cumming and starting fucking harder. He dug his nails into my legs and took long, hard strokes. After a few minutes, he pulled out and stuck his dick in my face. I licked him and he came all over my face and tits. I tried to catch as much of it in my mouth as possible, but it sprayed everywhere. Once he was done, he wiped his cock off on my breasts and pulled up his pants. He smiled. "You're gonna have so much fun!" Reality hit me like a ton of bricks. Fuck! Not again! I felt like I was going to throw up. Instead, I jumped off the table and headed in Johnathan's direction. "You fucking asshole! I'm going to make you pay for what you've done to me," I yelled. I reached up to slap him, but he easily grabbed my wrists. He smiled an evil smile. I picked up my knee and hit him in the crotch. Johnathan fell to his knees. I brought my hand up and scratched his face, leaving a huge mark. "AH! You bitch!" he yelled. The door behind him slid open and Burt and the other man walked in. The man grabbed me and threw me harshly against the wall. He easily grabbed my wrists and spread my legs apart. "Don't fucking move!" he said, sticking his finger in my face. He had changed his clothes. He now wore a pair of jeans and a sleeveless T-shirt. Johnathan got up from the floor. He put his hand to the scratches I gave him. Blood was on his fingers. He walked over to me quickly, in a horrible rage. "You're going to pay dearly for that, Busty," he said, using my new name for the first time. He walked to the table and grabbed an empty syringe. He went to a small refrigerator and filled it, then walked back. "Turn her around," he said. The man grabbed me roughly and spun me around, keeping my legs spread and holding on to my arms. The pain was intense. Johnathan pushed the needle into my head, at the base of my skull. My head started to swim. "Another special formula invented by my Uncle. It kills brain cells. Literally. The liquid will target only certain parts of the brain; memory, speech, intelligence." He paused and spun me back around. "I'll use small words that you'll understand," he said smiling. "You'll remember everything, but the memories won't form clearly. You'll know the words to speak, but they won't form in your head. You'll know all the answers, but you won't know how to say them. It's really...neat," he said. I could feel something happening. As Johnathan was speaking, I could understand it, but not totally. "Tell me, Busty. If I had 5 apples and gave you two more, how many would you have?" 7. Obviously the answer is 7. But I couldn't get myself to say it. I just stared at him with this stupid look on my face. Johnathan held up a small necklace. "Oooo! Shiny!" I said. What?? No! Got to fight this. Two times two is four. Yeah. Four time four is....uh...I know this. Come on, think. "What would you like to do?" Johnathan asked. I looked at him. 'Escape,' I think. "Suck your cock till it falls off." I answered. He smiled. "Burt. She's all yours." Burt took me by the arm and led me out of the room. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- "This is station WQRZ and our guest this morning is our old friend Burt Rainier and who is this lovely woman with you? GGRROOWWLL!!" "Well, Fred." Burt answered. "This lovely lady is Miss Busty LaRue. Busty is going for the record for having sex with the most men in a 24 hour period." "And what is that record number?" he asked. "150," Burt replied. "But I know Miss Busty can easily go past 200." "That's impressive." He replied. "But I can see how. I want to cum in my pants just looking at her." I stood up. "I can take care of that for you, if you want." I giggled. I walked over and unzipped his pants and sucked on him right there. I no longer have the guilt of having sex with all these men. My intelligence has been so drained that even if I wanted to protest, I wouldn't know how. Burt has sent me to stations like this all around the country. He's making a fortune off me. "While I'm otherwise engaged," the DJ said. "Why don't we go to Tony with the news?" "No problem, pal. Just save me some of that." They both laughed. "At an auction in Los Angeles today, one of the last signatures of famed movie actor Michael Ford was sold for $2.5million dollars. Holy Toledo! Michael, the star of such great films as Raiders of the lost art, disappeared about 6 months ago from his home in the Hollywood Hills. This is the largest sale of movie memorabilia in recent history." Shit! I'm sure somewhere Johnathan is smiling. OH!! I love the taste of cum!!!