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Forced To...Uh... By ABC de F Chapter One "You know me, I hate to give up," Eddie Kowalski said. "But we've looked everywhere ? twice and three times. You gotta figure that Mickey's long gone." "Not of his own accord," David said. "Maybe not," Eddie said, "but gone. I've got to call it a day, Davie. You gonna keep looking?" David sighed. "No, you're right. I don't know what happened to him, but we're not going to find him anywhere around here." "I know he's your best friend and everything, but everyone called it quits more than three weeks ago, and I just don't see the point anymore." "You're right, Eddie. I just know he would have done the same for me, and I couldn't give up on him. But you're right. I'm going to head back home, too. I appreciate you sticking this out after everybody else gave up." "Hey, bud, you'd do the same for me." He probably would. He and Eddie weren't as close friends as he and Mike, but they were friends and there was a code. David believed in that code, but there was also a time to admit that re-searching the area no longer made sense. He and Mike had gotten an apartment together near the community college. The idea of the school was that it was local and so inexpensive compared to State that they could live at home and commute, but both of them had part time jobs and they both wanted to be on their own. He got the idea of searching the internet two weeks ago. It had been more difficult than he'd thought it would be, but he found two situations that really made him sit up. Two years ago two guys, freshmen at the state university in Idaho, had disappeared, only weeks apart. They had grown up together and were best friends and roommates. Eleven months ago three guys in Missouri had disappeared. They, too, had been friends and were sharing their first apartment. Though none of them had started college their friends said they had planned to work a year and then start school. Now Mike. He'd taken the printouts to the sheriff who had read them carefully, made a couple calls, and said that because of both the time span and distance it was a coincidence. There were similarities, he admitted, but had learned from the phone calls that the two guys in Idaho were having "trouble" at school, and the three in Missouri were "rumored" to have been into drugs. Once he'd made his evaluation nothing could shake him from it. Mike thought he was wrong, and if he was, if it was a pattern, then somebody would probably try to make him disappear, too. Even if he believed that further searching of the area might be productive he wouldn't have done it without someone like Eddie with him. He rarely went anywhere alone anymore. He'd become vigilant, always aware of his surroundings. Nothing happened. When he saw the guy being beaten up in the student parking lot his first instinct was to look around. It was like a set up from the movies. But there was no one else in the lot, and so few cars that no one could have been hiding close by. He yelled, "Hey, what the hell're you doing!" The big guy hit the smaller guy hard, making him double-up and drop to the ground. He turned and looked at David. "Asshole," he said, and stalked off. Still suspicious, David approached the fallen man carefully. He was student age, and there were textbooks scattered on the ground near him. The bigger guy had turned out of the lot, heading toward a building entrance, not looking back. "You okay?" David asked, without getting too close. "Stay away," the fallen guy said. "You'll get blood on you." "I will," David said. He was wary, and had already determined to keep his distance. "Oh, shit, he's coming back," the guy said. David turned and saw the assailant walking back toward them. He felt a sting in his shoulder and turned back to the fallen guy. The turning made him dizzy. The bloody guy had a black pen in his hand, aiming it at David. He was smiling. Chapter Two Light taps on his head brought him around. He saw a man's face in front of him and immediately realized he was bound to a chair. "How do you feel?" the man asked. He was the assailant from the parking lot. "Who are you? What's going on?" The big man hit him, open handed but it hurt like hell. "You don't ask questions. You answer them," the man said. "How do you feel?" The man had a slight accent but not enough for David to identify it. "I want to know what's going on," David said. "Let me loose." "Asshole," the man said. He turned and walked from the room. David spent three days in the chair, without water or food, and when the man came back he didn't ask him any questions. "You're missing a friend," the man said. Internally, his brain jumped. Externally, David didn't respond and he felt so weak that he wasn't sure he could if he tried. "I'll reunite you," the man said. "It will be my pleasure. You'll even have the opportunity to do your friend a favor. But we need to get a few things understood before that happens." But Mike was alive! That was amazing news, and it made him ecstatic, more so because he had secretly thought that his buddy was dead. David could barely hold his head up so he could see the man. He tried to nod but his head only moved down, not up. "First, and most important, is that you are a prisoner and you will do what you're told. There are a thousand ways I can inflict enough pain for that to happen, but I'm always willing to try the simple way first. Agree. Do you agree to do everything you're told to do?" David made a small affirmative moan. "As an added incentive, if you disappoint me and force me to punish you, your friend will receive the exact same punishment. There will be lots and lots of pain, so if you have a brain in that head of yours you'll just do what I tell you to do, until we let you go. Understand?" David again moaned an affirmative. "Well, we'll see," the man said. "Let's get you fixed up." He left the room and David tried to get his mind to operate. His brain, and the rest of his body, needed food and water. He needed to move, though he anticipated difficultly with that, even when the man removed the extensive restraints. He didn't think about the things the man said concerning following orders and punishment. His primary needs were water and food, and his fitful thinking dealt with the information that his friend was alive. The man brought him a small amount of water and soft food. "Too much would make you sick," he said. "We start slow. Now, a shower and some sleep. Sleep sitting in a chair for three days is not real sleep." Chapter Three The man had to help him walk and actually had virtually carried him, but the sustenance and the shower invigorated him to the point where he could almost stand by himself. Still, when he hit the bed he fell immediately asleep. He awoke to an alarm clock and panic, frantically fumbling with the clock until he figured out how to turn it off. That exhausted him and he fell back asleep. Pats on the head aroused him. "Breakfast," the man said. He pointed to the bedside table, which contained a plate with scrambled eggs and a single piece of buttered toast. There was a small glass of orange juice. He was sure he could have eaten four times as much he was so ravished, but the meal surprised him by being filling. The man came back into the room. "Mike's okay?" "Ah, you forgot already. But that's to be expected. Let me remind you: You do not ask questions, you answer them. No punishment this time, but do not forget again. Understand?" "Yes." "Your friend is fine. As soon as you've recovered we'll have a little reunion. I'm looking forward to it," the man said. David wanted to ask for more information but held his tongue. "You remember about the punishment for not doing what I tell you to do?" David had to think for a moment, but then said, "Yes, I remember." "But let me remind you," the man said. "If you do not do what you are told to do you will feel great pain for a long time. Great pain. And your friend will also feel great pain, because of your disobedience. Understand?" "Yes." "No, you don't, not really," the man said. "But trust me. I'm very serious." "I believe you," David said. "There are thousands of ways to cause extreme pain and even fear and terror, you know. It's easy," the man said. "The human body is no match for what the human mind has devised." David nodded. The man smiled. "Okay. Get some more rest and I'll bring you some clean clothes and more food later." He turned and left. David's brain was returning to normal and in the next few hours he felt he was finally snapping out of it. His body was still slightly weak, but not like it had been before his recuperative sleep. He sat up, stood up, and sat down. It took some effort and drained him, but by lunchtime he was able to stand and walk a few steps. By dinner he could walk around the small room and even test the door. It was locked, which he expected. Dinner had been a decent sized meal, but the work of digesting left him sleepy and he was down and out less than an hour later. The next day the man brought him a large breakfast. "You're better?" the man asked. "Yes." "You should be. Back to normal by this afternoon. That has been the pattern." He saw David's puzzled expression. "It's good that you didn't ask a question. But to answer your unasked question: Yes, I've done this before. Many times. I thoroughly enjoy everything about it. So you are not the first to go through this experience. Even your friend was where you are now. But yes, I have seen others recover like you are recovering, so I know when you will return to your old self." David nodded, his mind full of questions that he didn't dare ask. Chapter Four He dreamed a lot that night, that he was in a hotel room without doors or windows, that he was home and there was a party in his living room but he couldn't seem to get out of bed to join the fun, that he was receiving some kind of award but that no one in the audience was paying any attention. The man brought his breakfast and the thought passed through his head that he could take the knife and fork and stab the man, only there was no knife, and the fork was the combination spoon-fork with short tines that you sometimes saw in inexpensive restaurants or as ultra-modern flatware. "You feel up to seeing your friend?" "Yes. Very much so," David said. "It has proven more efficient for me to prepare you," the man said. "Your friend is now called by the name 'Veronica'. She has breast implants and will be dressed in a very pretty short skirt and blouse. Plus high heels, of course, She's very attractive, as you'll see shortly, and very obedient, as you will also see. And yes, I know, you have a lot of questions about all that, but you know better than to ask them. Correct?" David was still trying to process the completely irrational things he'd just heard. The man said a lot of things but they only begged more questions. "Correct?" the man said firmly. "Yes," David said. "Yes," the man agreed. "Now we'll have our reunion. It will be very entertaining." He opened the door and beckoned David. "Turn right," the man said. David's legs held firm and he didn't feel at all physically out of sorts. Mentally, he was spinning in circles. What the hell was going on? "Stop," the man said. He moved around David and stood in front of him. He pointed to the ceiling. "Surveillance cameras, watched by my cousin. He was the one in the parking lot with the fake blood under his nose. I punched him in the stomach, remember? Not hard; I pulled my punch of course." He unlocked a door, and then waved David in. David briefly considered jumping the man but thought better of it and the moment was lost. The guy was well built, obviously worked out with weights, and David might not be 100% recovered. Even at full strength he could have easily lost the battle. And the man was confident. He'd done this before, he'd said, and was probably prepared for an attack in ways that David knew nothing about. David pushed the door open and walked into a large room. After the austere, almost underground bunker-like hallway the room was startling. But as surprising as the room was, it paled in comparison to its sole inhabitant. Mike - and there was almost no doubt that it was Mike - was standing next to a full sized bed, dressed in a short, dark blue skirt, blue and white blouse that revealed the tops of his breast implants, and blue-black high heels. He wore make-up and a wig, necklace and matching bracelet, and earrings ? and looked very much like a girl. He smiled self-consciously at David. "Mike," David said. "Veronica," Mike corrected. "I'm really glad to see you, David. Really glad." "Me, too," David said. He'd almost said "Me, too, buddy" but it stuck in his throat. "Why don't you hug your friend?" the man said. "After all, it appeared that she was never going to be found. I'll bet you're glad to see each other." David hesitated. He was intensely happy to see that his best friend was alive and well, but disoriented by what he saw. He was also embarrassed for his buddy, and didn't want to put him through any further humiliation. But Mike held out his arms and he walked forward and hugged him, He hadn't realized it until then, but his friend had lost weight and seemed slight in his arms. He gave his buddy a masculine pat on the back. "Veronica, dear," the man said. "Why don't you kiss David and let him know just how happy you are to see him." There was just a slight hesitation before Mike moved his red lips to David's. David jerked away. "That's okay," he said. "No," the man said. "Veronica wants to show you how happy she is to see you. You don't want to see her experiencing pain, do you? Kiss her." His voice turned hard on the last two words. David kept his lips pressed together and briefly kissed the lipstick covered lips of his best friend. "That's not what I'm talking about," the man said, his voice harsh and commanding. "You're making me mad, and our reunion has only started. Veronica, you know better. Now kiss properly, with your tongues in each other's mouth." Mike took the lead, wiggling his tongue around in David's mouth as he kissed him while David stood rock still. When they broke David wiped his mouth and gave Mike an intense questioning look. "David," the man said. "Take off your shoes." His instinct was to ask why but he didn't. As soon as his shoes were off the man said, "And your shirt." When he was bare-chested the man said, "Veronica," and Mike reached for David's belt buckle. David swung his hips away but Mike reached out and grabbed his arm. "Please do what he says, David," Mike said. "Please." There was fear and desperation in his voice, so sincere and so powerful that David couldn't help but respond. "Oh, Mike," he said sadly. "It'll be okay," Mike said quietly. "Just do what you're told. Please." David nodded. "That's so touching," the man said. "I like that. Okay, Veronica..." Mike undid David's pants, guiding them and his shorts down his legs and off his feet. "Please don't move," Mike said softly, looking David straight in the eye. David nodded. Mike lowered himself to his knees. He twitched when Mike took a hold of his limp cock and began stroking it, but stopped himself from pulling away. It was obvious what was going to happen, but David knew there was no way he would respond. Mike was obviously terrified of the man and had apparently experienced some of the punishment the man had talked about. Why else would he have agreed to put on girl's clothes and make-up and get breast implants? And why else would he be on his knees in front of David. David felt Mike's mouth slide over his soft organ. This is absolute insanity, he thought. God, when I get out of here I'm going to beat that asshole so bad he'll wish he'd never been born. "If you don't respond, David, I'll have to assume that Veronica is not doing a good job and she'll have to be punished," the man said. David felt Mike's head jerk. He started sucking harder. "Veronica is very pretty," the man said. "I know you still think of her as your best friend, but it will be so much better for both of you if you think of her as the lovely girl she has become. Only you can make her a success or failure, so we shall see how good of a friend you really are. She's very pretty, and she is eager to please you. Look at her." David didn't want to, but he followed the man's order. He saw mostly hair, the wig, though he caught glimpses of Mike's face. Only from that angle the face didn't really look like his best friend. It looked like a girl. A very attractive girl. "How good of a friend are you?" the man said. "Save her, David. She is Veronica." David felt his organ begin to grow. Mike's grip on his thighs relaxed a little and the bobbing of his head was less desperate. David continued to grow and his organ became fully stiff. Mike stopped with half of David's cock in his mouth and swirled his tongue around the warm member. David continued to stare at the apparently female head that moved in and out at his crotch. His erection would become visible, as would a pair of stretched red lips and a slight glimpse of small swelling boobs, and then all he could see for a moment was blonde hair. He willed himself to forget Mike and think of the figure at his feet as a girl named Veronica. All but one of the blowjobs he'd received in his life had come from a girl he'd dated who didn't trust the pill or condoms and had been deathly afraid of getting pregnant. But this blowjob was better. Veronica, as he tried to think of the figure kneeling in front of him, twisted her head, varied her speed and depth, and used her tongue in such a skilled manner that he was overwhelmed. The room was silent, the three of them all intently focused on Mike's display of oral skills. "I'm going to come," David quietly warned. Mike didn't alter his sucking. "I'm going to come," he said, louder. Mike's grip on his thighs tightened and his head moved faster. Oh no, David thought, realizing what that meant. He tried to hold back but it was impossible. Mike sucked faster, deeper and harder. "Oh no," he said out loud and let loose with a strong jet of come. Mike continued sucking as if nothing had happened. "Nooo," David moaned, shooting more short streams of come into his best friend's mouth. Eventually the sucking slowed and David eased back from his emotional high. Mike slid his lips off David's cock and sat back. David couldn't look at him. "Very nice, Veronica," the man said. "Very nice. David, help Veronica to her feet, and get dressed." David put out his hands, glancing at Mike as he did so. Mike took his hand and looked away. David dressed in the awkward silence. He glanced at the man and saw that he had a broad grin on his face. "A very successful reunion," the man said. "Most entertaining. Come along, David." He led David back to his room and locked him in. Chapter Five The man brought an unsealed pink envelope with the next morning's breakfast. Sleep hadn't come easily to David the previous night. He felt very guilty about being the object of his best friend's unspeakable humiliation. Half the time he berated himself for getting the erection, and half the time he knew that he had saved Mike from being punished. There was another factor, too. The blowjob had obviously not been Mike's first, which probably meant that the man had forced him to perform many times. And Mike's appearance as a female was just as obviously something that he had lived with for a while. It was thorough and convincing, and David felt that if he hadn't known Mike before hand he could have been fooled. David had also been kept awake trying to figure out why the man was forcing them to do such a thing. There was no doubt in his mind now that the previous disappearances he had read about were the acts of this man, and it wasn't a great leap to assume that similar things had happened to the guys in the news stories. For kicks? The man didn't hide his great pleasure in witnessing what had gone on, and had doubtless taken as much pleasure in making Mike into a girl and having him service him. Nor was it lost on him that none of the missing guys had ever turned up. It was only mental exhaustion that finally made David fall asleep. And now there was a pink envelope with his breakfast. The man stood over him, smiling. "The lovely Veronica has sent you a note, David," he said, nodding at the envelope. David picked it up and extracted a small folded sheet of matching pink paper. "Dear David, You have no idea how you've helped me. You are a true friend and I'm deeply grateful. Love, Veronica" If the note was meant to dissuade David from making trouble by refusing to do everything he was told to do it was affective. After lunch the man made David go down the hall to the same room. Mike was waiting. This time he wore just lingerie: a lacy yellow half-bra that pushed his new breasts up, a matching thong and garter belt, black stockings and high heels. The outfit gave David his first look at just how complete Mike's physical transformation had been. His body was smooth and hairless, and his waist firm and smaller than before. The stockings and high heels made his legs seem longer and more curved from thigh to knee to calf to ankle. "A real hottie, isn't she?" the man said. "Go and kiss her, and this time you should put as much into it as she does." The man's tone was firm, though not harsh. David turned his head to glance at the man and saw that he was smiling. He nodded toward Mike. When he got close Mike said, in a low voice, "Just go with the flow." It was a catch phrase of his and David smiled weakly and nodded to him. David tried to kiss what he saw, not what he knew he was seeing. What he saw was a beautiful girl, Veronica; what he knew he was seeing was his best friend dressed in girl's underwear. "Would you like to see Veronica's tits?" the man said. "They're very perky. Show him your tits, Veronica." Mike reached behind him and deftly undid the hooks. He hunched his shoulders and the straps slid down his arms. Perky was a good description. Not real large, they were round and firm, with prominent nipples. David didn't know how to react. Breasts on Mike were so out of place as to be unthinkable, yet if he thought of the person in front of him as Veronica the breasts were perfect. "Beautiful, aren't they?" the man said. "Go ahead and touch them. Veronica won't mind. I even believe she'll like it." David looked at Mike who nodded almost imperceptibly. He used both hands, lightly running his fingers over the flawless skin and then leaving them. "Not much for all the work we went through," the man said. "No matter. Take off your shoes and shirt." David had expected that and did as he was told. Mike then removed his pants and shorts. "Go around to the other side of the bed and pull the covers down," the man said. "And both of you get into bed. David, you can lie on you're your back. Veronica knows what to do." Mike sat next to David and began caressing his cock. As soon as it showed a little life he bent down and took it into his mouth. David couldn't watch. Seeing a female face and form would have probably helped him be distracted from the knowledge that it was Mike down there, but he just couldn't do it. He thought it would add to Mike's humiliation. When he was rock solid Mike sat up, and David watched him. He got a jar of lubricant and a hand towel. He spread the lubricant all over David's swollen organ and then wiped his hand on the towel. Pretending to kiss his ear and neck he whispered to him, "Don't worry about me. I've done this before. Just don't make him mad." Mike replaced the jar and towel on the headboard, pushed his panties down and off, and stretched out next to David. He pulled his knees up to his shoulders. "Well, what an invitation!" the man said. "Get between her legs, David. It would be rude to turn down a lady's request, and I'm sure you don't want to be rude to Veronica, do you?" What David didn't want to do was fuck his best friend. But the threats against Mike and himself were well crafted and there was no alternate choice of action. He hesitatingly placed himself between Mike's legs and moved up. He jumped when he felt fingers grab his hard-on. They directed his pole between Mike's smooth cheeks. He stopped when the head of his cock was barely inside. He knew he had to go through with it but couldn't make himself move. "Go on, David," Mike said. "It's okay." He took a breath and slowly pushed his hips forward. Mike was snug but not prohibitively tight. David moved his hips back and then forward, almost experimentally. The physical part felt good, but he felt like a bastard. He moved again and Mike wrapped his arms and legs around David's nude body. "Deeper." Mike whispered. Well, hell, David thought. He pushed forward and his entire cock entered the warm channel. The lubrication made it fairly easy but it was still a tight fit. He began to slowly thrust. Mike had said he'd done it before and since they had no choice David thought it was better that Mike had to do it with a close friend than that grinning son of a bitch watching them. He began to thrust his naked hips faster. The worst thing he could do is drag it out, prolonging their mutual shame. He shifted slightly, without even knowing it, and his belly touched Mike. It felt wrong and he looked down between them. Mike had an erection. He looked away quickly and lost his rhythm for a moment. What was that about? How damn bizarre were things going to get? He moved faster, thrusting his hips against his best friend's ass, creating a slapping noise. He was keenly aware of the erection and made sure to keep his stomach away from it. The legs and arms encircling him moved, the stocking covered legs sliding against him and the smooth hands caressing his back and gripping him. Mike began to breath heavily, and then moan in a barely audible voice timed with his thrusts. David moved faster, slamming into the snug hole. His cock swelled and he joined the moaning and panting. "I'm going to come," he grunted, about to lose it. "Yes," Mike said. David moved in hard, short jerks, his cock buried to the balls. "Ohhhhh," he groaned, and released. His cock twitched, shooting into his eager bedmate. "Well, well, well," the man said. "Compelling entertainment, to be sure. Compelling. Now, David, if you can get control of yourself enough to drag your cock out of Veronica, why don't you get dressed. On second thought, just get your clothes and you can go back to your room and shower." David looked at Mike. "I'm sorry," he mouthed so the man wouldn't hear him. Mike gave him a small smile and whispered, "It's okay, David. Believe me." Chapter Six David worked up his anger after the shower. He hated the man for what he'd done to Mike, for what he was making them do. He'd been afraid, he admitted, and concerned about his friend and bewildered and shocked, and he'd always hated the man, but now his feelings were a burning hatred and outrage. Later, he felt outnumbered, like the odd man out. The man and Mike were encouraging David's actions, though for Mike it was obviously because he was terrified of whatever punishment he'd experienced. But for whatever reasons it was still David who most objected to the sex stuff and didn't want to go along with the program. In a way, everything was focused on him. The man had a plan, and Mike went along with it because he'd been coerced into it. Then why the erection? That bothered the hell out of David and he couldn't figure it out. By the time the man brought his dinner David hard calmed down. He actually slept well that evening, which surprised him. The next day, at about the time the man usually brought his lunch, the man came and told him to follow him, that they were going to see Veronica. Mike was wearing nothing but panties, hose and heels. "Delightful little melons, aren't they?" the man said. "Go and kiss your lovely girl ? and play with her titties while you're at it. But first: shoes and shirt." David took off his shoes and shirt, and let Mike remove his pants and shorts. Though not hard, his cock wasn't as flaccid as it usually was. They kissed, and Mike's smooth hand captured David's cock. "Caress her perky breasts, David. And keep kissing," the man said. David did as he was told and the combination of sensations caused his cock to harden. "Kiss, kiss," the man directed. They kept making out. "As you no doubt know, David," the man said, "a girl likes to have a man's mouth on her nipples. A little sucking, some tongue flips back and forth. Let your experience be your guide."? David bent and kissed Mike's left nipple. From that angle he could almost forget he wasn't with a girl. Round, firm breasts filled his vision. "Umm," Mike moaned as David sucked and licked his nipple. "What a fun couple!" the man exclaimed. "Now, David, Veronica has a question for you." David looked at Mike and thought again that if he didn't know who it was that he was looking at he could have assumed it was a girl. "You're being given a choice, David," Mike said. "Would you like me to blow you, or do you want to fuck me?" "Neither," David said quickly. The man interrupted, "Ah, but the boner sticking out in front of you tells another story, doesn't it? Besides, 'neither' is not a choice. Choose one, David. It doesn't matter to me which one, but you must choose one." David felt boxed in. If he had to choose between the two, and he did, he didn't give a damn which one the man preferred. He wanted his friend to choose whichever would make it easier on himself. He looked at the pretty face in front of him, but it was blank and didn't give him a clue. A blowjob was pretty intimate and pretty humiliating, he thought. Coming in the mouth. When he'd been forced to fuck Mike his friend had gotten an erection. "Make love," he said. "So delicate," the man said. "Sweet, though. Okay, get in bed and you two can..." he lowered his voice "...make love." The man laughed. They followed the man's instructions, now issued in short phrases since they'd heard them before. They made out and caressed each other's bodies. David was already fully erect so after a minimum of sucking Mike lubed his cock and started to get in position. "Girl on top," the man said. "Cowgirl style. Yippee- Oh!" Mike straddled David. If he didn't look toward their crotches David could imagine a girl was on top of him. He tried to keep that thought in his head. Mike held David's cock straight up and slowly lowered his hips. It took more than a moment to get the cock aimed right, but when he did he lowered his body and sank down on the pole. David moaned and was immediately sorry. Mike put his hands on his shapely thighs and slowly moved up and down, riding the erection. He's done this before, too, David thought, as Mike moved around on his cock, leaning forward, backward, and moving his hips in a small, gentle circle. David watched his breasts bob. The man watched, too, delighted with the activity. He enjoyed seeing Veronica take the active role as much as he enjoyed watching David try to fight the sexual pleasure and finally give in to it. This is what friends are for, he thought, and smiled at his little joke. When he'd trained Veronica he determined that she had less of a problem with this position than the standard girl on the bottom fuck. He thought he understood why. Swallowing at the end of a blowjob had been the thing that led to her punishment. She had gagged and spit up the first time, and that hadn't been unexpected even under the threat of punishment. ? When she did it the second time she crossed the line, and the only thing he could do was set her straight. After that there were no more problems, even when it came to getting the breast implants. "Veronica, give David a nice juicy kiss," the man said. Mike bent low so they could kiss. "David, listen carefully. I want you to hold on to Veronica and turn over together so she's on her back." It was awkward but Mike helped and they switched to the missionary position without David's cock coming out. He began to slide in and out. "Nice move," the man said. David was excited and pumped quickly. In a minute they were both moaning and squirming around. "My little rabbits," the man said. They were so lost in the passion of sex that he didn't think they'd even heard him. "I'm coming," David groaned, rapidly slamming his hips forward and back. They both moaned as he experienced a strong orgasm. "Bravo!" the man said. "All right, let's get dressed and get you into a shower, David. Veronica will take care of herself." David was reluctant to leave. He dressed slowly and followed the man back to his room. Chapter Seven The cowgirl position was just one of half a dozen that Mike seemed to know well, and they tried them all, repeatedly, over the next three weeks. Blowjobs happened often, as well. David found it easier to get through the sessions by thinking of Mike as Veronica. Getting used to see Veronica helped, as did the fact that Mike looked so damn much like a girl. But more important was the fact that neither Mike or the man ever seemed to think of him as Mike. He was always Veronica to them, and sometimes he was Veronica to David. Like almost everything else, the first few times were the most difficult. After a while even the intimacy of sex was taken for granted, and with Mike apparently thinking he was Veronica that made it easier. David was still disturbed that Mike was being forced to be a girl, and that they were being forced to have sex, but Mike was too afraid to show any reluctance, and there was nothing they could do about it. David was also disturbed at how quickly he'd get an erection when he was in Mike's bedroom. *** *** At breakfast, sometime toward the end of the fourth week, the man said that he had some news for David. "Our lovely Veronica is no longer with us," he said with mock sadness. At David's shocked look he quickly said, "No, not gone like that. She's fine, believe me. Delighted, really. Just no longer here. I'm sure she'll miss you, as close as you were. You two really put on a great show. But it was time for her to move to the next level. Flowers and romance and a regular guy. Love blooms, David. Well, not yet, but it will. She'll be very happy, which I know because almost a dozen have gone before her and that's what happened to them." David was stunned. "That does create a little problem, though," the man said. "A void. You understand that?" "I don't know...No, I don't," David said, still thinking about his best friend. What was happening to Mike? "Well, we need a new Veronica. I was thinking 'Carrie'. How does that strike you?" David shook his head in bewilderment. "Yes, 'Carrie'," the man said. "As much fun as it was to watch you two going at it, I think it will be even more fun training you. In fact, I'm sure it will be. Bringing someone around to the point where they look beautiful and can please a man is always the best. I get off on that, I confess. And I'll be getting off a lot." He laughed. "And after you're trained maybe we can trap that friend of yours, Eddie Kowalski. He can be the new David, since you won't be David anymore. He looked like a horny fellow, and I'm sure that will turn out to be very entertaining." David stared at the man with disbelief. The man smiled. "Eat your breakfast, Carrie, and then we'll see about picking out a nice dress for you and teaching you about make-up. And don't fret. We'll have lots of fun, you'll see." The End Should I read this story? Others will be asking that, and your posted comments for this, and every other story on FM, will help them decide to take a shot, or skip it.