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THE ALPHA CLUB (continued) BY TRISHA PREFACE Here are the last four chapters and epilogue of "The Alpha Club." The story is finally complete. It follows the same outline I originally schemed out years ago even before I started writing, and it is with great satisfaction that I have at last finished it. This means too that, at this time at least, I don't have any plans to write more about it. However, if other writers would like to take up their hand at writing in this universe, as some people did with my "All or Nothing" universe, I would have no qualms at all about it. I enjoyed very much Petey's addition to that universe in fiction and Smitty's and Jennifer's additions to it in captions, and I the love idea of someone doing the same thing with "The Alpha Club" universe if they feel compelled. In fact, I know that Candy (from Candy's World of TG & Transformation) has already done some really hot captions of the Alpha Club. Let me also add that I am giving permission for this story and all of my stories on Fictionmania to be posted anywhere else. One warning. At the very end of this story is a short epilogue. I would be careful not to glance at it if you don't want any spoilers. It's so short that even reading a few words might give something away. That's all! Thanks for all of your comments. I appreciate every one of them! CHAPTER SEVEN: THE ECSTASY AND THE AGONY FRIDAY, AUGUST 10TH "What do you think of the offer?" "I... I'm not sure." Clive Ammonds sat across the table looking very small. Julian was watching him closely. Over the phone Clive had been more resistant to the idea of having his three lots bought out by Julian, and he probably had come to today's meeting to tell Julian, once and for all, that he wouldn't give them up. But now that he was here, now that he was looking Julian in the eye, he had lost confidence. Julian waited, letting the man sit it out. "Your price is a low," Clive finally said, looking at the large portfolio set out before him on the table. "I'd hardly be making a profit." "And I'd hardly be making a profit if I bought them any higher," Julian said. His voice had a happy ring to it, but his face was serious. "I'm..." Julian's phone rang. He scowled at it, but answered. "What is it, Mandy?" he asked, irritated. "Hello, sir," he heard his secretary's voice say. "It's Mr. Locke on the line. You said I should patch him through no matter what." "Alright," Julian sighed. "Let me talk to him." Julian waited for the click. "Hello, Anthony." "Julian!" Anthony greeted him. "How are you? Did I catch you at a busy time?" "Not too busy," Julian lied. "What's up?" "I need you to come by tonight, Julian. It's very important. A meeting with some of the 999. Can you make it here by seven?" "I had dinner plans." "Well, can you cancel them?" Julian looked up at Clive, who seemed to be listening in, though he was pretending to leaf through the portfolio on the table. "Seven is fine," he finally said. "Marvelous. I'll send a car at a quarter after six." Julian hung up, still a bit frustrated. He would have to cancel his reservations at the Silver Mirage. He turned back to Clive. "I think I'll have to get back to you," Clive said suddenly and, before Julian could stop him, he marched quickly out the office door. Julian's spell over him had broken just long enough for him to escape. "Damn," Julian whispered to himself. But his irritation didn't last long. "Mandy, get in here now," he ordered. Mandy (n?e Theodore, his former employee who betrayed him) was in his office in a matter of seconds, shuffling in as fast as Clive had left. Without a word, he turned her around and bent her over the front of his large mahogany red desk so that he could have a view of the city from his 95th storey penthouse window. Banging her in the ass like this always made him feel better--more in charge. "Ohhhhhhh," Mandy said in an ever-increasing pitch, as though she were surprised by being pierced so roughly. But if she was surprised by now about this, she was even stupider than she acted, Julian thought. He would get Clive Ammonds in the end, he thought as he looked out the window at the streets and buildings below. He hammered harder at Mandy. He might have the whole city eventually. "Mmmm, Mr. Rose," Mandy huffed lustily. "I love your... uhh... fat cock up my butt... uhhh..." It all seemed inevitable, really. He had already bought out two of his competitors. Why would Clive be any more difficult? And then what? Airlines? Trains? He could soon control a major share of the transportation in Southern California. It was almost fate. "Gawwwwd.... it's so fucking huge! Uhh... uhh.. uhh..." But being a member of the 999 Alpha Rings, Julian reflected, even with all of its perks, had not come without its problems. Anthony had been right that there was a high degree of competition among them, not all of it healthy. Anthony himself seemed to be the most competitive of them all. He treated everyone with the same patronizing disdain, and he was already talking to Julian about "weeding out" certain other Alphas to "consolidate the power" of their Alpha pride. To Julian, this sounded like war, and it worried him. He found himself absently mashing Mandy's ass roughly with his hands as he ground himself into her. "Oh gawwwd, Mr. Rose!" she panted. "I love being your little slut. You're going... uhh.. you're going to split me open. Oh.... gawwwwd!" "Shut up, tramp," he said tersely. He didn't feel like games right now. He wanted to think. He drove in deep, sending her into a mindless haze. Any kind of war among the 999 Alphas, Julian thought, would be complicated and risky. There was, Anthony said, no strict hierarchy--no ruler that presided over them all. But there were many leaders, "Alpha Captains" like Anthony, and it sounded like there were many of them all of the US and all over the world. Anthony himself was an Alpha Captain, having at least a dozen other Alphas working for him in his Alpha pride, Julian included. As a leader, Anthony was strange and secretive. He had, for one, been careful not to let his followers get to know each other very well. Though Julian had met many of them at Anthony's routine meetings, he had never had a chance to have extended conversations with any of them, even Madeline. The thought of Madeline made Julian's body tense. He was now bearing down hard on Mandy, pressing her violently against the desk. Madeline simultaneously frightened and attracted Julian at the same time. "The girl with the big prick," Anthony had called her. This was literally true, of course. But Julian knew that Anthony meant it metaphorically too. Madeline didn't just have a big cock, she acted like she had always had it. She acted like she it was her right to have it. Seeing her in person, Julian had to agree. She was absolutely ruthless: cunning, mean, and sadistic. The only person she deferred to was Anthony. Madeline was also, Julian could sense, more in Anthony's confidence than Julian was. She seemed to be a favorite of his, perhaps because she was the only woman of the bunch. Anthony had said that though a she-Alpha was somewhat uncommon, there were plenty of exceptions, including one of the Alpha Captains in California. Whatever the reason, she seemed even more cruel and competitive than the other members under Anthony. Whenever Julian saw her, she looked at him with a smile full of merciless fire. He sometimes wondered, involuntarily, what it would be like to be turned by her and be forced to look into those pitiless eyes forever. This thought, for some reason, almost overtook him for a moment, and he nearly jizzed prematurely in Mandy's ass. She seemed to sense this, letting out an audible moan. He slapped her backside three times and got control again. It was very likely Madeline would be at the meeting tonight, he thought. And, if so, she would certainly bring a couple of her "toys" with her. In contrast to Julian, who had only turned one man so far--Theodore--Madeline had already turned at least four men into drooling bimbo slaves. She kept two with her at all times, usually in some form of demeaning dress like ballerina outfits or maid uniforms, and always constantly horny. It seemed she never let any of them cum. That thought reminded Julian of Mandy. "Now," he whispered hoarsely in her ear, and her body shook with pleasure. Julian could feel her spasms ripple through his cock and decided it was a good time for him to finish. He burst inside her just as a picture of a naked, cock-wielding Madeline materialized in his head. Julian left work early that afternoon, had a two hour m?nage a tr?s with Veronica and their new maid Gabby, and then had dinner (made by Mandy). He found himself distracted the whole time, even during sex. He told Veronica he would probably be back late--meetings with Anthony were usually long--and not to wait up for him. She kissed him tenderly and went upstairs exhausted. Anthony's limo picked Julian up promptly at 6:15pm. He asked Taylor, the bully girl chauffeuring the car, what she thought the meeting might be about, but she told him she knew nothing. This was undoubtedly true. Though Anthony trusted the bully girls more than he did the other girls, they weren't in his innermost circle either. He would have to wait and find out. Julian's mind drifted to the bully girls as he rode to the mansion. They seemed to be Anthony's version of middle management. They were turned men, but they weren't made sex slaves like the other girls. In fact they took a great amount of pleasure with those girls themselves when they could. As far as Julian knew, they never had sex with any man at all. Instead, they had been given a fair amount of power and freedom. But their ultimate goal was to help Anthony, and though they showed a high degree of disdain for most people, and apathy toward most Alphas, they never countered Anthony. Julian had never heard it said, but he suspected strongly that only a word from Anthony could make one of his bully girls into the same kind of sex crazed bimbo as the others. The limo arrived at the mansion at five minutes to seven. Taylor opened the door, smiled politely and professionally, and watched Julian mount the steps to the front door. He felt the whole time that she was watching him with great interest, but he did not return her look. Julian surveyed the rest of the crowd of people in the mansion as he entered the foyer. It bothered him slightly that everyone was there before him. It bothered him further that everyone seemed to cast furtive glances at him. They were all gathered in the great hall, which still looked large even with so many people. In addition to the Alphas Smitty, Quincy, and Kilgore, who he nodded to, there were another twenty or more men and women. Most of the women, he could tell, were turned slaves, and most of the men were hangers-on, guys like Sergeant Bellows who were anxious to get a ring for themselves. These men were just another extension of Anthony's power. They often had influence, as Bellows did with the police department, and they lusted after membership into the 999 Rings almost as much as the turned girls lusted after cock. Madeline was there too, of course. She was hard to miss. Everything about her seemed black: her eyeliner, her lipstick, her fingernail polish. Her dark hair was tied in a tight, angry bun, and she wore a long black leather dress. She had two of her turned girls with her, each dressed in schoolgirl uniforms, pigtails, and exaggerated painted- on freckles. They reminded Julian of dolls, only much taller and much sexier than anything in a toy store. They stood like sentinels on either side of the seated Madeline, each one with her head looking submissively down, as if examining their strap shoes and knee-high socks. One of the dolls, Julian realized with a mixture of horror and excitement, was the redheaded Sally, once known as Arnold Clemson. "Good evening, Julian," Anthony called from across the room in his typical grand manner. He had been talking to a group of people including Bellows and Smitty. Now everyone's eyes were on him. "I'm glad you could make it tonight. This means we can begin." Julian smiled to everyone and took a chair not far from Madeline's, who winked at him mischievously. She had now put each of her hands up the uniform dresses of her living dolls and was playing with their snatches through their panties. But though they undoubtedly found this pleasurable, they also seemed under enormous strain, for each of them were closing their eyes and clenching their mouths tightly as if in great concentration. "I told them the first to make a peep won't be allowed to cum for a month," Madeline whispered confidentially to Julian, and then chuckled. Sally suddenly gasped, and everyone laughed as Madeline waved her finger at her like she was a naughty girl. A moment later, the room's attention returned to Anthony who held out his arms and began to speak to the group. "This is the first time I have brought you all together like this," he said. "Still, I've talked with you all individually about my ambitions, and it should come as no surprise to any of you that I want to take steps to increase our Alpha pride's power. For centuries, now, the 999 Rings have been powerful but scattered, enormous but without focus." There were nods all around. Even Madeline, who had only been part of the 999 Rings for as long as Julian, nodded as if she had been thinking the same thing as Anthony for many years. Her hand was withdrawn from Sally now, but she still worked her other hand casually up the dress of the other doll-girl. "It's time to shake things up," Anthony continued, his voice rising like a politician, or general, giving a speech. "We've been held back by a 'balance of power' for far too long. There are over twenty Alpha Captains like myself in this country alone, each with about the same amount of Alphas under them that I have. Not one of us Alpha Captains can make a move without being instantly held back by the others. Not one of us can attempt to strengthen ourselves without the rest swarming in to stop them. To some, this is an advantage. To me, however, it is terribly sad. We are the greatest people on the face of the planet, and yet we stifle ourselves. We are supermen, but we could become gods. Our only impediment is ourselves." More nods, now emphatic. Julian even heard murmuring of agreement. "The reasons why one Alpha Captain has not been able to ascend over the others are several, but the basic problem is numbers. Each of the 999 Rings are more or less equal in a dual with another. Some men have more will to dominate than others, but no one, even myself, can resist multiple rings at the same time, and, conversely, no one can dominate multiple rings. Men without rings, of course, are virtually worthless. No ordinary, mortal man can knowingly attack an Alpha. It is impossible. They haven't the power." Julian looked around at Bellows and the other men without rings. Most of them looked uneasy at Anthony's words, perhaps from embarrassment. Some, however, Bellows included, smiled when they heard this. Julian stared hard at Bellows, but the man refused to return his gaze. What was his game, he wondered? "All of that changes tonight!" Anthony suddenly shouted. "The balance of power can be disrupted. It can be controlled. A true order, all encompassing and universal, can be established. We simply need the manpower." All murmuring stopped now. All eyes and ears were directed toward Anthony. Even Madeline had stopped playing with her turned schoolgirls, who seemed both frustrated and relieved about it at the same time. "We have among us tonight the prestigious Dr. Leonard Adams." Anthony pointed to a tall slim man with white hair and a benevolent face sitting next to him. "Though few of you have met Dr. Adams before, he has been in my employment for three years now, working on just this problem. And now he has solved it. He has, in fact, used science where our magic has failed us. Dr. Adams, please show the guests your creation." Dr. Adams stood, a little awkwardly and uncomfortably, and pulled from his jacket pocket a clear white plastic bottle, which, as he held it up, showed a transparent liquid inside. It seemed a bit of an anti-climax to Julian, who did not dare laugh, though still couldn't help but observe some absurdity in the scene. Anthony beamed silently anyway--the great showman letting everyone drink in what they saw. "It may not look like much now," he acknowledged. "But this is the very key to our future. This is the beginning of our dominance. Dr. Adams, would you please demonstrate?" "Absolutely, Mr. Locke," the doctor said. Then he immediately turned and signaled to Bellows and another man, a stocky short man with a pinched face, next to him to come forward. "The idea is fairly simple," the doctor explained, pulling out a pair of syringes as the two men rolled up their sleeves. As he talked, the doctor filled the first syringe out of the bottle, tested it quickly, then jabbed Bellows in the arm. Then he did the same to the other man with the pinched face. "Mortal men cannot attack Alphas because they become overawed and intimidated. The ring makes them feel inferior in the same way that it makes the ring-wearer feel superior. Even a hundred mortal men are incapable of threatening an Alpha in any significant way. They may try, but they will instantly wilt." Julian thought of Arnold Clemson trying to attack Mel and Jesse but failing terribly. He looked now with more curiosity at the doctor and the two men he had jabbed with needles. "But Mr. Locke has suggested an intriguing idea," the doctor said. "What if we could neutralize this effect on the mortal men? What if we could somehow make them feel extraordinarily confident, even when they face an Alpha? That would even out the playing field a little, wouldn't it? Of course, the Alpha would still have many advantages. He would be stronger, faster, and probably smarter than any mortal man. He would also still have the power of the ring to turn other men. And if he gets in a tight spot--say that he is surrounded by attackers--he will probably opt to use the ring that way. It may be his only hope. But what then? The power of the ring is strange. When it is used, it flows both ways." Then the idea hit Julian. He knew exactly where the doctor was headed in his observations. The ring's powers DOES go both ways. He thought of his dual with Theodore and that moment when it might have gone the other way. Even though he was the ring wearer, even though he initiated the dual, it could have been Theodore who was the victor and Julian bent over an office desk this morning. "At that point," Dr. Adams said. "It is simply a matter of wills. Who is more dominant than the other? Who is the more deserving man? Either can win. Either can lose. And then Mr. Locke suggested something else. What if an Alpha had to defend himself from multiple attackers? What if he had to dual with more than one at the same time? Unless he is of greater willpower than most..." The doctor trailed off, smiling and shrugging his shoulders. He let his audience fill in the rest for themselves. Then he turned to the Bellows and the man with the pinched face, clapping them on the back as if to congratulate them. "I am almost completely certain that I have discovered a drug that, for a period of a few hours, will give a mortal man just the sense of confidence and poise he needs to attack a member of the 999 Alphas. Almost. There is now only the final experiment to perform to confirm my theory. Sergeant Bellows and Mr. Albright have been good enough to be my guinea pigs for the evening to demonstrate." "But, of course," Anthony said, suddenly stepping back up to speak, "we need one more guinea pig to carry out the experiment completely." Every head in the room now turned to Julian, Anthony's the very last. They had all been in on it, he saw. Julian's pulse quickened and his stomach sank a little. This was why he was being treated so oddly. This was why the meeting's subject was held secret from him. This was why he was probably chosen to have the ring in the first place by Anthony: to be an experiment. A wave of desperation hit him. He looked over at Bellows and the man named Albright who grinned maliciously at him. But then, all at once, he felt calm again. He looked down at his ring and his massive hands. He felt his muscles tighten with strength and his nerves turn to steel. In one bold motion, he stood up and addressed Bellows and Albright. "I'm ready," he said, looking them both over contemptuously and taking off his jacket. The room suddenly cleared away of people who formed themselves into a large single-file circle. This was to be a show the same way that turning Theodore had been a show, he thought. His best shot, he knew, was to fight them physically at first and not to use the ring until he had at least one of them unconscious or dead. They must have sensed this because they wasted little time in their first assault, charging him simultaneously from both sides. This caught Julian a little off guard and, though he ducked Bellows punch to the head, he could not avoid Albright's punch to the chest, which sent him backward a foot or so and threw him off balance. "It works!" Anthony screamed, delighted. "They can attack! Amazing! Simply amazing!" A great cheer came from the circle of watchers. Even as he was focusing on Bellows and Albright, Julian couldn't help wonder which of the crowd was truly exuberant and which of them--particularly the Alphas--were not. Then Bellows and Albright spun and charged again. Julian was ready for them this time, and with two mighty swings of his arms, knocked them both to the ground. Albright landed on his back only a few feet away, and Julian quickly stomped his foot to crush him. But the man rolled away at the last possible second and found his feet again with the help of a sofa. Both men, now bloodied and bruised in the face, took more cautious aim at Julian this time. They circled like hyenas trying to fell a large animal, taking opposite sides and waiting for blind spot to open up for them. Then they rushed him a third time. Julian sidestepped them and gave each a glancing hit as they passed, not enough to stun them as it did before. "Oh, now this is becoming tedious, Julian," Anthony called out. "I don't want a bearbaiting contest. I want to see someone turned!" He leaned over to Dr. Adams. "Doctor?" he asked. "Can we find another volunteer, please?" Julian watched, his fists still up to defend himself, as the doctor gave another man, this one nearly as tall as the doctor, a shot of the formula. He knew now he didn't have much time, and he flew at Albright, who was closest to him. Albright, who seemed to be distracted by Anthony and the doctor, didn't see Julian coming in time and with a hard swing of the forearm, Julian had him knocked out cold. Then Julian spun on his heel and found Bellows who stood motionless about twenty feet away. Bellows looked doubtful, even scared. Julian stared him in the eye and began to turn his ring. All at once, the atmosphere of the room darkened. The familiar sense of an electrical pulse filled Julian, and he knew he had the advantage over Bellows who, though he had witnessed men being turned, had never been in a dual himself. Sure enough, Bellows face twitched. His eyes widened. Julian took a deep breath and forced his mind upon him, imagining a great black wave pouring forth from him to Bellows, overtaking the policeman. He was going to turn the tables after all, Julian thought. And then as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. The great black wave washing over Bellows dried into nothing. Bellows faced tightened, strengthened. Another mind, another will, was forcing its way onto Julian. He twisted his head to the right to see the tall man the doctor had shot up. Then he looked back at Bellows. "He's mine! Let me take him!" Bellows yelled, and Julian could see Bellows's face harden. He could see the man's whole body harden. And he could feel his own body go soft. A dizzy feeling came over him then, like he was falling even while he could see that he remained standing, and he saw before him a clear, hypnotizing picture: a beautiful girl with a slim body and long limbs, the same girl he saw in his mind when Mel had tried to turn him. The last thing he witnessed, just before he was turned, was not Bellows but Madeline. She was standing in the crowd and staring right back at him, intensely. She had her black leather dress up, roughly stroking her thick, stiff cock while each of her schoolgirl "dolls" licked eagerly at her balls. The cock seemed like an invitation. CHAPTER EIGHT: A NEW LOOK ON LIFE SATURDAY, AUGUST 25TH "Welcome to the Alpha Club," Bambi Bouncyboobs greeted the men happily, one hand holding a tray of beer and the other saucily holding her waist. "What can I do for you big, sexy fellas?" "Mmm. Quite a bit, missy," the front one responded. There were, at first, more than Bambi could count--at least ten bikers had come through the front door, all leather and tattoos and do-rags, and it looked like more were still making their way past the bouncer. Bambi noticed they didn't pay the cover charge, which meant they were guests. Now why would Anthony invite a whole gang of bikers to the Alpha Club? By this point, Bambi knew it was one of two answers. These bikers--who seemed from their leather jackets to go by the name the Black Hellions--were either very useful to Anthony or very much in the way. Were these men valuable allies or a pesky enemies? "Let's eat first," one of them said, a burly, barrel-chested man with dark black of whiskers. He tweaked Bambi on her nipple through her top. "We'll have our real fun after that." "Sounds wonderful," Bambi cooed. "Come right this way," she said, turning around and letting them scope out her behind as she escorted them to the club's biggest table. Much of Bambi's flirtations were now an act. Not all of them, though. She still had strong tendencies toward an airheaded floozy, but ever since Jessica had put that silver chain on her ankle she had felt much, much different. Her head had cleared and she had regained her old self. She had regained "Jack." But it was more complicated than that. Now Jack had to share his old identity with his new identity, Bambi. The silver chain, Jessica explained, worked against the power the Alpha Ring had imposed on her. It freed her mind from the insatiable need for sex and femininity and subservience that the ring had given her. But it didn't remove those urges completely. It just made it more manageable. It gave her more willpower. Of course, having willpower didn't change the fact that she was working as a stripper and a whore. Bambi's basic predicament had not changed. She was still a she, and Jessica assured her that she always would be. There was no going back. And she was still working at the Alpha Club. Jessica made it clear that it would be very difficult to escape or to stay out of Anthony's grasp even if she did. Bambi could now see that there were about fifteen bikers altogether. She took the first eight and put them around one table and let Stacey take the remaining seven at another. "What can I start you off with?" she asked them. A younger, blond haired biker with black tattoos in the shapes of skulls and tits and flames, yanked her down on his lap. "What do you recommend?" he asked, fondling her round ass with both hands and gently biting her neck. Bambi could feel him tent up underneath her, and it made her blush to feel her pussy lubricate with anticipation. "Anything you want, baby," she answered. "But you'd better eat first. You'll need your strength." All the bikers laughed at this and she rose to take their order: beers and burgers for the lot. Although many things had changed, Bambi thought, hiking her short skirt back down a bit, they had also largely stayed the same. But there was at least one important difference from before. Bambi now had a plan. She had Jessica's plan. After Jessica had put the silver anklet on Bambi, they had a long chat. Jessica explained her history: as a man, "Jesse" had been a member of the 999 Alpha Rings and one of Anthony's followers (part of his Alpha pride). It was a nice life. Anthony made his money by getting a percentage of all the income his Alphas were making and also through the Alpha Club, which pulled in cash not only with strip shows and prostitutes, but by selling turned girls to men all over the world. Anthony even had a stake in the porno business, which sometimes proved to be his highest source of income of all. Putting together the porno movies, in fact, was one of Jesse's jobs for him. But in recent years, Anthony had showed signs of dissatisfaction, confiding to some of his followers that he would like to take over more territory and even take out some of the other Alpha Captains. This was highly disturbing to Jesse. Though he had not been an Alpha as long as Anthony--Jesse was only a hundred years old and Anthony three times that--Jesse had seen enough to know that internal feuding between Alpha Rings only spelled disaster. After a while, Jesse decided something must be done. Having made secret contact with the Alpha Captain in San Francisco, a she-Alpha named Tatiana Farincetti, he planned to desert Anthony and come over to her Alpha pride. Knowing that Mel felt much the same way, he asked Mel to come with him. But then Mel had slipped up. He had tried to convert a few more in Anthony's Alpha pride and was betrayed. Discovered, they had tried to run, and in less than a day, they had been caught and turned. That might have been the end of that, with Jessica forever sucking peckers in the same pornos he used to produce. But three weeks later, when Jessica had taken a customer into one of the backrooms of the Alpha Club, the man slipped a silver chain around her ankle. Then, as she said, she "sort of woke up." The incredible, overwhelming pangs of lust subsided. The man, it turned out, was an Alpha, a member of Tatiana Farincetti's pride named Nolan. Nolan told Jessica that if she would act as a spy, finding out what Anthony was up to, then she might one day gain her freedom, living either independently or as a bully girl for Miss Farincetti. Jessica, of course, consented immediately, and even gave the man a nice long blowjob to thank him. She was that grateful. Besides, silver chain or not, she had really developed a taste for it. Before he left, Nolan gave Jessica another silver anklet and suggested she find an ally in the Club to help her. Anyone who did would get the same deal from Miss Farincetti, he promised. Jessica soon realized how good of an idea that would be. She needed someone who could be her backup. What if she were suddenly forced to take off the anklet for some reason? She would need someone to put it back on for her. But who? The one person she would have trusted completely was Melanie, but she had already been sold to a brothel in Russia. Then Bambi came along. Since Jack had been a private eye investigating Anthony, she couldn't think of a better confederate. Besides, she knew that Bambi was going to stay for a while. Jessica had heard that she and Stacey were promised to Bellows, who enjoyed humiliating them too much to sell them off right now (just as Anthony enjoyed keeping Jessica at the Alpha Club to torture her when he wanted). Perhaps, Bambi hoped, they would be able to piece something together and buy their ticket out of bimbo slavery. They certainly had some promising leads. Anthony and Bellows had been discussing "raids" for a couple of weeks now. The details were still very fuzzy, but it sounded like they were planning on attacking and overtaking other Alpha prides very soon. Anthony was amassing some sort of "army" and he kept alluding to something that sounded like a secret weapon, which might or might not be a drug of some kind. Jessica thought it might be a drug to stupefy Alphas and make them vulnerable, though she wasn't sure. They did their best collecting information and on three occasions had actually called up Nolan, the Alpha who had given Jessica the anklets, and told him what they knew. It was scary work calling. They had to sneak into one of the back office rooms late at night. Jessica would make the phone call while Bambi would stand outside as the watch. So far they had been very lucky. Bambi now looked at the other table of bikers, the one that Stacey was working at. Stacey, whose head was still a cluster of dirty thoughts and cum addiction, wasn't having the same success Bambi was at getting their orders. The bikers at her table were still passing her around from lap to lap, feeling her up and kissing her obscenely. Stacey wasn't helping matters by returning the feels and the kisses. It was sad to watch really. There were, unfortunately, only two silver chains, which meant that Stacey could not be included. Bambi fretted over this for several days, and even considered giving up her own chain so that "Sam" could emerge again. But the idea of taking off felt too much like suicide. And, besides, what would Bambi do if she reverted back? She would remember everything and she might end up blabbing her mouth off, giving away the whole thing just for the promise of getting fucked hard. So she and Jessica both lived with this guilt. But they also lived with the prospect of achieving their freedom (albeit still as turned girls). And if they could, Bambi was determined to save Stacey as well. Bambi decided to help Stacey out a bit. After giving the cook the orders from her own table, she came to Stacey's. "Can I help with this order?" she asked. The men all turned to her now with the same salivating looks that they been giving Stacey. "You know," Bambi said before they could start assaulting her too, "the quicker we eat, the quicker we go to the backrooms." This seemed to settle the matter for the Black Hellions, who now propped Stacey back on her feet and, still making lewd jokes about the sausages and cream tarts they found on the menu, began to order. More beers and burgers, it turned out. "Oh, gawd. Those guys are so goddamn hot," Stacey said as they walked to the bar to get the beers. "Do you think they'll choose us to go in the back with them?" Talking with Stacey might have been the most painful part of Bambi's day now. It was a constant reminder of what Bambi had been, what she pretended to still be, and what she might become again some day if she didn't escape the Alpha Club. The girl was genuinely troubled by the idea that those perverted fuckwads might not want to screw her. Was Sam in that silly head of hers somewhere? Bambi knew all too well from experience that he was. She also knew that Sam was trapped insides the high walls of her sexual desire. "I think they'll definitely fuck us," she assured Stacey and, despite her own revulsion at the Black Hellions, she couldn't help but feel a bit turned on herself. Bambi wasn't worried. She knew that with a large group like that, there would be plenty to go around for both her and Stacey. What puzzled her was whether Anthony was going to let the biker gang leave. It wouldn't take too long to find out. Thirty minutes later, a string of girls were leading the men to the backrooms in groups, each group taking a different room. Bambi, Stacey, and Jessica (the head bully girl, Marcella, liked to put them together) showed three of the bikers to Room 7, otherwise known as the Harem. The Harem looked exactly as one might think it would: silk beds and curtains, Turkish lamps, and colossal pastel pillows everywhere. There were chains on the walls for when guys wanted to get kinky, a great stone throne in the center, and, in the corner, plenty of costumes for everyone to dress up in. The effects of the room, however, were for the most part wasted on the bikers, who were not ones for role play. They had come strictly for the action, not any clever fantasy. For the moment, Bambi was entertaining a biker named Ape, Stacey was with one named Chuck, and Jessica was with one named Smudge. Of course, they might change partners or share them for any given reason at any given second, but this would be the pairs they started out in. Ape, Bambi couldn't help but notice, was not named arbitrarily. He had large, protruding forehead that hung over two small black eyes. On top of that, his nose was flat and his shoulders hunched. But his most simian quality was his body hair, which was all over and dense--approaching the category of fur. This became more and more apparent as he undressed, which was rapidly. The only thing that slowed him down, it seemed, was that he did not want to shift his eyes from Bambi, and so stumbled around a lot, particularly when he took of his pants. Bambi was mostly unimpressed. But it became clear quickly that he did have a nice sized dick, bigger than most of her non-Alpha customers, somewhere between seven and eight inches. It felt good in her mouth when she started sucking it, it was even comforting, but she had a feeling that if she kept it there he would blow his seed too fast. She wanted to tease him and slow things down. Besides, it was important that all three of the men finished at about the same time. So she left the cock fall out of her mouth and onto her tits. "Oh, I need this," Bambi squeaked, gazing up at Ape in the dumbest blonde looks she could imagine. "When we're done can you shoot it all over my boobies so I can lick it off, please?" Ape's body shook a little and for a second it appeared she might have accidently sent him over the edge. But he maintained control. She was ashamed and disgusted sometimes to admit to herself that she still liked this, even with a man like Ape and even with the silver chain on her leg. But, as Jessica said, the power of the Alpha Rings was very strong, and it had unlocked something inside her, something inside Jack, that could not be put away again. The fact that she had to please men like this if she was going to maintain her cover at the Alpha Club helped assuage her guilt. If she didn't act like a horny trollop all the time, they would know something up in an instant. Marcella, the head bully girl, watched all the girls like a hawk, and she wouldn't hesitate to tell Anthony immediately if she found anything suspicious going on. Once she was sure that Ape had eased down from his climax, Bambi began giving him a tender, slow titjob, and as he tilted his head back in concentration, she took the opportunity to scan the room. Jessica had Smudge on his back and was riding him cowgirl style, even waving one arm in the air like she was a bull-rider trying to make the eight second mark. Smudge WAS bucking her hard from beneath, huffing and puffing from the exertion of moving his massive body so much. Jessica, Bambi had noticed, took more of the lead than most turned girls. She was never quite dominant (she was too tiny and weak for that), but she could be aggressive. Stacey, in contrast, was completely submissive. She was currently in her favorite position: taking up it the rear end doggystyle by Chuck while screaming "use me, use me, use me" over and over again . From the angle that she watched, Bambi thought she could actually see Stacey's pussy quivering with pleasure each time the man shoved his cock up her ass. But perhaps she was just imagining it since, after all, it was not long before that she had had the exact same sensation. These guys weren't going to last long, Bambi concluded as she watched their faces. She pulled herself flat to the floor, looking up at Ape, gave another dumb blonde look, and signaled for him to come down with her. He immediately obliged, descending to his knees and entering into her. "Hahhhhhhh," he sighed. "Ohh, baby," she giggled as he snaked his way in. "That makes me feel so goooooood!" Ape had only gotten a few strokes in when Bambi, in the corner of her eye, saw the door of the Harem open. No one except for her and perhaps Jessica saw the three Alphas enter the room and position themselves in front of the exit. It was only then that Bambi knew for certain why Anthony had let them come into the Alpha Club as guests: they were enemies who needed to be removed. Bambi waited. Then, a minute or so later, she heard Chuck groan loudly. She turned her head to see him seize up in climax, his cock buried deep into Stacey's eager ass. Stacey, in fact, was doing her best to rub herself back against him wildly. She hadn't cum. She wouldn't until a man told her she could. Chuck cumming was their cue, and both Bambi and Jessica stepped up their pace, bringing their respective partners to climax within half a minute. The whole sexual encounter, from start to finish, probably lasted less than ten minutes, Bambi judged. She hoped the bikers would think it was worth it. No sooner had the three men disentangled themselves from the girls then, suddenly, the three Alphas by the door made their move, twisting their rings and pulling each of the men into a dual. In a matter of seconds, they were all standing, staring at the Alphas in looks of terror. A shadow passed over the room momentarily. It did not take long to turn them. It never did when they did it this way. Sex inevitably rendered a man weakened and disoriented, and the things someone needed most in a duel were strength and concentration. Add to this the element of surprise and the skill of the Alphas, many of whom had been doing this for decades if not centuries, and the bikers stood no chance. Technically, it was possible that they might have resisted, but in practical terms the odds were stacked entirely against them. Within a minute, Ape turned into a blonde bombshell, not altogether different from Bambi, Chuck was an olive skinned brunette with beautiful, deep set eyes, and Smudge turned into a slim, short- haired Asian girl. They stared at each other in horror. Bambi began massaging her clit, as did Jessica and Stacey. They almost couldn't help themselves. Witnessing a man being turned never failed to arouse--whether you were man or woman, and even if you had a powerful silver anklet to reduce your libido. Everything from the initial looks of dismay and bewilderment to the unbelieving eyes as they saw their now tiny hands around outrageously massive cocks, all worked like an aphrodisiac to anyone who saw it. Bambi herself couldn't help but giggle as she saw Ape trying to lift and manage the same kind of DD sized breasts he had so recently been ogling on Bambi's chest. Now that he had his own, it was as though they were made of a foreign substance. But Bambi could already detect that he was beginning to like them, too. "Go ahead and break them now," one of the Alphas, Smitty, said matter- of-factly to three men behind him. The men had entered the room just before the Black Hellions had been transformed and had seen everything. Bambi saw that they were bikers, too, though their jackets didn't read "Black Hellions" on the back. They read "Desert Vipers." "Some old friends of yours," Smitty told the newly turned girls. "You should get along well. You already know each other quite a bit." The three former Black Hellions, who had until that moment been transfixed by their new bodies, had not noticed the presence of the other bikers. Now they all stiffened with a jolt when they heard the name of their rival gang. They looked up in a panic. "That's right," one of the Desert Vipers smirked. He had a bushy beard and gleaming, brutal eyes. "It's us, Ape. I guess you never thought our feud would end like this, did you? But we've already made a deal with Mr. Locke--the same deal you almost made with him." "Listen, Max..." the blonde who was once Ape spoke up and raised her hand as if to protest. As usually happened, though, the shock of hearing her new, girly voice for the first time stopped her. Now all of the Desert Vipers bikers were smiling wolfishly, and Max stepped forward from their pack confidently and without hurrying. "The name 'Ape' doesn't suit you anymore, does it missy? All of your body hair is gone." He said this when he was about two feet away, just close enough to touch her. She didn't move from her spot, as if rooted to the ground, but she began shaking with nerves and (as Bambi knew from experience) lust. The other two former bikers stood to the side of her. "Still," Max went on, "with those great big knockers and that dimwitted look in your eye, I would say an animal name still seems appropriate. What should it be? Oh, I know...'Bunny.' How about Bunny?" "I..." the girl tried to find the words. They didn't come. As an answer, perhaps unwilling or unconscious, she began to finger the lips of her new snatch. "Oh, you like that name quite a bit, then," Max said. "Good. We'll have to get you a suitable tattoo to commemorate it, as a sort of baptism. We'll put it on your ass. It'll say, 'Bunny: Max's Little Bitch.' How does that strike you?" "Mmmmm," Bunny cried out and her eyes closed as she fondled herself harder. She was imagining it all now, Bambi could tell. The name. The tattoo. Getting passed around like a sex doll from one biker to the other, all former rivals. She was imagining riding 'bitch' on Max's bike in a string bikini and feeling all of his thick muscles as they flew down the highway. She would laugh at all of his jokes, including and especially the ones that degraded her. She would look after him when he got too drunk. And she would always be grateful when he paid her enough attention to poke her in the ass. It was like every aspect of her new life had been planned out in a split second. Now the other two Vipers approached the former Smudge and Chuck with the same gleam of viciousness in their eyes. They would be no kinder to their new girls than Max had been to Bunny. Bambi might have felt bad for Bunny and her friends if she hadn't seen more innocent men get turned. Besides, from what Max had just said, the Black Hellions had been working on the same deal with Anthony that their rivals had made. They wouldn't have blinked twice if the situation had been reversed. Bambi hoped she could stay and enjoy more of the show, but then Marcella opened the door and looked in. "Jessica, Bambi, Stacey," she scowled. "Get in the showers and clean yourself up. Then come out to the front of the club ASAP." They did as they were told, hurrying out of the room and into the showers. Bambi figured that they were needed to wait more tables or perhaps that they were going to be used on another batch of Black Hellions. So she was surprised when, fifteen minutes later, she returned to the front and was directed to one of the private booths by Marcella. "It's Mr. Locke," she explained, still scowling. "He wants to see you Bambi and Jessica. Stacey, go wait that table of new bikers." Stacey picked up a tray of beers and went straight away to her table, while Bambi and Jessica made their way to the other side of the club. Bambi was conscious that they were walking a bit slow, slower than they would have if they were just mindless bimbos, but they both wanted time to confer with each other. "Be extra careful," Jessica warned in a whisper just above her breath as they walked. "He'll be able to detect any inconsistencies in our voices and our facial expressions. The only thing we have going is that he probably has no idea that anything like our anklets even exist." It was familiar enough advice by then, but it was well taken. Bambi nodded her head to show she understood and they made their way to the private booth, where they were greeted by Bellows and Anthony. "Why if it isn't our two favorite girls," Anthony said. "You've taken long enough, haven't you? But I suppose you were busy with those stupid Black Hellions. You know, I actually offered them the job first? Crazy fuckers turned me down. Well, their loss is the Brotherhood of the Vipers' gain." For a moment, he seemed lost in thought. Then, suddenly, he looked at Bambi and Jessica sharply. "Girls? Why are you not in the proper position to welcome your Alpha masters?" Bambi and Jessica dropped to their knees and began to zip their masters' trousers. They did not need to be told which of them belonged to which. Anthony kept Jessica around (rather than sell her like he might normally) as both a way to humiliate her and as a warning to any other Alphas in his pride who might think of crossing him. Bambi, of course, belonged to Bellows, whose ego, she had noticed, had grown in direct proportion to his dick size after he had gotten his ring and become an Alpha two weeks before. "Awww, that's better," Anthony said, pushing Jessica's small head further down his shaft with the palm of his hand. He only laughed when she began to gag. "Nearly two months of practice and you still can't quite swallow the whole thing, can you? Well, most girls can't with mine. Don't feel too bad." Bambi, meanwhile, worked on the one thing that had improved about Bellows since he had taken his ring. But even though his cock tasted salty and sweet at the same time, and even though she couldn't help but admire it a little, she found that she mostly hated every second of it. This was a horrible side effect of the silver chain. Before, when her Bambi personality was completely dominant, she could at least lose herself in the bliss of the moment whenever Bellows had had sex with her. Now, however, there was too much Jack in her to really like it. It was much easier to enjoy sex with an anonymous man like Ape than to endure sex with a hated adversary like Bellows. She could never forget her disgrace, even for a few seconds. She was reminded with every touch and suck of the thing she had become. But she had to play it out. Worse, she had to pretend she was just as hot and horny for him as she ever had been. Jessica was right. The slightest change in personality might call attention to them, and Alphas, when they wanted to, could almost read others' minds. The only thing that protected the girls was the sheer arrogance of Anthony and Bellows. "Oh, sir, thank you for letting me please your cock," Bambi told Bellows in her highest, flightiest voice. "Is there anything special you want me to do for you today?" "Just shut up and be a good cocksucker," Bellows told her dismissively. Knowing that he liked his balls licked first, then the base of his shaft, she began there. His new cock was nearly a foot long, she guessed. As she pressed her face against it, it went from the bottom of her chin to beyond her forehead, and its girth was almost too big for her little hands to wrap around. She took her tongue and painted the shaft up and down with her spit. It disgusted her to think of herself pleasing Bellows this way (and him hardly paying any attention), but at the same time she couldn't help but wonder if he were going to pound her pussy later. At the thought of feeling his shaft stuck way up inside her, Bambi felt a little dribble of salvia escape from her mouth. She caught it with the tip of her tongue and brought it up to the tip to mix with the precum. Anthony and Bellows continued their conversation now, letting Bambi and Jessica work on them but not acknowledging their presence. "The Black Hellions are almost all turned now," Bellows said. "Will the Vipers be willing soldiers for me, do you think?" asked Anthony. "You can be certain of that," Bellows said. "If they weren't convinced before, they will be when they see what happened to the Black Hellions. I saw them come in. They're a bit scared--and you know better than I do that they should be. But they're excited too. They see the possibilities here. They want their shot at becoming Alphas." "Good," Anthony answered. "I think we'll have our first raid the day after tomorrow." Bambi's ears perked up at the mention of a "raid." She slurped a little quieter now on Bellows' rod to hear. She also took the opportunity to begin cramming it down her mouth, but not so much that she would be distracted or deafened by her own gagging. "Are we going to raid Tatiana?" Bellows asked. "Oh, no," Anthony scoffed. "She's far too powerful right now. We still need to test our strength, and I think the Vipers might need a little practice first too. No, not Tatiana just yet. We'll hit two Alphas in Nevada. Individually. Twenty doped up bikers against one Alpha. That should be plenty." "Vegas?" "Yes. And if it works out well, perhaps we'll stay there and take the whole town. There's only six Alphas total there, and the Alpha Captain isn't particularly strong." Bambi's head spun. This was by far the best information they had overhead yet. They had a time and a place for the raid (the day after tomorrow in Las Vegas), and they even had a better idea of how Anthony was going to pull it off: with "doped up bikers." So was this the secret weapon? Was the drug not for the Alphas, but for the army of attackers? She was thinking so hard that she had absently began to slow down the blowjob she was giving to Bellows. He responded almost immediately. "I didn't tell you that you could slow down, slut," he said, pinching her nose and cutting off her breathing. This was a favorite game of his to play. She now had the challenge of trying to suck him off quickly or pass out from lack of oxygen. Desperate, she renewed her efforts, doubling her the speed of her bobbing head moaning frantically into huge dick packed tightly into her mouth. It wasn't more than a minute later that she could feel herself fading, but she didn't stop. "There she goes," she heard Anthony say, laughing. That was the last thing she heard. The next moment, everything went black. When Bambi came to a little while later, she was on the floor of the private booth looking up at the ceiling. Her mouth and face were a sticky goo, plastered with the jizz Bellows had shot into her and on her after she passed out. This was not the first time this had happened, and typically the first words she would hear on waking up were from Bellows as he ridiculed her and told her to clean up and go back to work. But this time it wasn't Bellows talking. It was Marcella, the bully girl who worked the bar and ordered all the turned girls in the club around. She had opened the door and was talking to Anthony. "I just discovered something," she said. "What is it, Marcella?" Anthony asked with strained politeness. "Tell us what is so important." "It the phone record, sir," Marcella answered. "I've been looking it over and there is something very odd about it. Three calls have been made out of the office line at strange hours of the night." Bambi breathed in hard and gave out a sharp gasp. The phone calls! Fortunately, no one was paying much attention to her, and it sounded like she was just catching her breath after being unconscious. "Who are the calls to, dear?" Anthony asked, interested now. "It's not clear. The number is unlisted. But it's Californian. San Francisco area." "Hmmm, that's no good," Anthony grimaced. "Have you tried to call the number, Marcella?" "No, sir. Would you like me to?" Anthony thought the matter over gravely. Bambi still down on the floor, caught his eye and he turned up an eyebrow at her, as if studying her. But his mind seemed to be elsewhere. "No," he finally said. "I think that might give the game up. It must be Tatiana. But we can't let her know that we have discovered her spying. Meanwhile, let's do a clean sweep of both the club and the manor. I want all the girls who've been here when those calls have been made rounded up. I want to talk to all of the bouncers individually right away. And I want to schedule a meeting with all the Alphas tonight. You got that?" "Yes, sir," Marcella said, and for the first time Bambi caught what she thought might be fear in the bully girl's face." "Good, let's start with girls. Put anyone who has been working here while those calls were made into Room 1. Right now." Five minutes later, nearly twenty girls were herded into Room 1, the Suite. Alphas traveling through town would often stay there, sometimes for many days. But today the room was vacant. Marcella lined the girls up, military-style, to stand in three neat rows. Jessica and Bambi stood next to each other for morale support on one end, stealing glances at one another. Jessica tried to reassure Bambi with smiles and nods, and Bambi tried to the do same thing back, but they were both scared. Anthony entered the room soon after. "Hello, girls," he said loudly. "There's been a bit of a problem, I'm told. Apparently, there has been an breach of security here at the Alpha Club. Three unauthorized phone calls have been made in the last month from our office line. Do any of you know something about this?" There was a silence. Bambi could feel the tug to answer, to rat out both she and Jessica. It was Anthony's voice--it made you want to please him. With the help of the silver chain, though, she found the strength to resist it. But she wondered what would happen if he asked her such questions directly, individually. "Have any of you seen anything suspicious at all recently? Anything that might indicate that someone was not completely on my side?" Suddenly a girl raised her hand. It was Randi. Anthony looked at her. "I know! I know!" Randi yelled. "I'm sure it is her!" Bambi felt her heart pound. This was it. "And I know she'll deny it," Randi continued. "But I totally swear that Summer stole my favorite burgundy lip gloss!" "Shut up, Randi! You tramp!" the other girl, Summer, fumed. "How can you even say that after you took my favorite curling iron. Don't be such a bitch!" There were suddenly soft murmurs among the girls. More accusations. The decibel level began to raise. "Hush!" Anthony yelled, exasperated but also amused. The girls were stone silent again. "I'm sorry, I thought this might be worthwhile. Nevermind. It was a longshot, I know. Listen, Marcella. Let's get the bully girls in here next." "Yes, sir." Bambi almost sighed with relief. They had made it. Somehow. "Oh!" Anthony said, remembering something. "Let's do a strip search--very quickly of course--of the girls. It's not very likely, but I've heard of girls wearing charms that strengthen their willpower. Probably silly, but it can't hurt to be safe. Strip them bare. I don't want one stitch of anything on them. And, just to play it safe, throw it all away afterward. They can get new clothes from their rooms." "Yes, sir," Marcella said. She turned to the girls. "You heard him," she yelled to the group. "Take everything off right now and put it in a pile in front of you. I don't want to see one hair clip left in. It all comes off!" The girls started disrobing. Bambi's stomach sank, and she looked at Jessica, whose eyes were full of terror. What were they going to do? Were they really going to have to take off their anklets and lose themselves to their lust again? They took off the rest of their clothes, which weren't very much. Jessica even took out the hairband she had in her hair and threw it on the pile in front of her. The only thing left on them were the anklets, but neither was willing to remove them. Instead, they tried to position the pile of clothes in front of them to cover them. Marcella began to walk through the lines, looking over each girl like a drill inspector inspects his troops. Meanwhile, Anthony stayed to watch the show, and a minute later Bellows came in. "Earrings out, everyone," Marcella said, and twenty sets of hands went to their ears. "Put them on the pile with everything else." Bambi and Jessica were one of the last ones Marcella inspected--all the way in the back. She turned the corner, looked them up and down, especially in the ears to make sure they had taken their earrings out, then began to walk past. "What's that?" she said, and stopped. She was looking at Jessica's ankle. Jessica didn't pretend ignorance. "It's was a gift," Jessica said. "Oh, please might I keep it?" "And you have one too," Marcella said, now noticing Bambi's. "Remove them," Anthony said sternly. The girls looked over. He and Bellows had come to the back and were close to them now. "All of it. Everything." Even with the power of the silver anklet, neither girl could resist the command, not with two Alphas looking at them and no way to run or fight. Was this it? Was this the end? Slowly but obediently, Bambi and Jessica bent to their ankles and removed their silver chains. The rush of lust and confusing thoughts hit Bambi even before she dropped the chain on the pile of clothes in front of her. She looked up at Anthony and Bellows and smiled. God, they were such hot hunks of muscle. Why was she so worried about them before? Why would she and Jessica have tried to spy on them? Wasn't that stupid? So stupid. Well, as long as Jessica kept her mouth shut, maybe they'd never have to know. She'd hate to get in trouble with them. They might not let her cum for months! "Stacey!" Marcella yelled at Stacey Stickycheeks. "Pick up all of these things and throw them into the incinerator chute. The rest of you get back to work!" Whew, Bambi thought, turning to leave and seeing Stacey picking up the clothes and jewelry. It looked like she and Jessica weren't going to get in trouble after all. That was close! What was she thinking wearing that stupid anklet in the first place? Then for a moment she frowned. Something felt very wrong. Then she remembered. She wondered if there would be any more biker dick to suck. CHAPTER NINE: THEORY AND PRACTICE LAS VEGAS, NEVADA MONDAY, AUGUST 27TH "Ohhmmmm.... Keep it up, little slut," Victor Klaus grunted from his chair. "Just like that. God, there's nothing better than getting head from a former Alpha. Nothing better on this earth." The girl sucked and sucked. This was a proud day for Julie Jizzykiss. She was even prouder than the day, as Julian Rose, she had become Alpha, or the day that she had turned Theodore into Mandy. This was the day her mistress had let her wear her dolly uniform for the first time: a plaid school uniform, knee high stockings, and pretty little black shoes. Her hair, like all of Mistress's dollies, was in pigtails that pointed down to her shoulders, and her lipstick was a bright pink, which matched her eyeliner. This was also the day that she got to blow one of the most powerful men in the country: Victor Klaus, the Alpha Captain from Las Vegas. "Oh, wow," Victor exclaimed as Julie somehow managed to cram his leviathan dick into her mouth, all the way down to its base. "She's really something, isn't she, Mr. Klaus?" Mistress Madeline said, laughing from her leather chair on the other side of the room. Was she laughing at Julie or Victor? "There's simply nothing better than getting head from a former Alpha," Victor repeated, as if giving advice on the stock market. He obviously enjoyed holding court like this. They were in a suite at Victor's giant casino hotel, the Hotel Blake. The night before, Anthony's entire Alpha pride had arrived in Las Vegas and checked into the hotel, the biggest one on the Strip, and Victor Klaus, as a fellow Alpha, had welcomed them generously, putting them all up. Anthony was supposedly there to show his Alpha pride a good time.