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Terms and Conditions 2 Authors note: Part 2 of a story I wrote a few months back. Forced transformation, sex, and generally dark(ish) themed There was a knock at the door. Al jumped and gasped as she considered the implications - how did they get here so fast? She - she had to think of herself as a herself now - stood still a moment, that felt like an eternity, as the door went again, and then simply grabbed a full body towel in order to cover her new form and naked self. She slowly walked to the door, sidling over slowly and carefully, and then peeked through the keyhole. She couldn't see anyone at first, but then scanned along to note someone departing - a girl... quite tall and slightly larger of frame, with dark brown hair. It was not one of these mysterious benefactors, but a neighbour, a girl Al had been talking to on and off for the last few weeks, as a matter of fact, and had gotten coffees with a couple of times. She steeled herself for a minute and then opened the door. "Er, hello!" she said in a frighteningly high pitched voice. The girl turned around and walked back. "Oh. Sorry to disturb. I didn't know Al had company. I am just going to go-" "No, no, it's okay he's not in!" "Sorry, now I'm confused. Who are you?" "I'm Al-... Alice," Al stuttered. "I'm Alan's... sister!" "Oh I see! Ah! Now you mention it there is a resemblance... well, more than a passing resemblance! Are you twins?" "Oh.... no!" "Well. Tell Al I dropped by. I'm Rebecca," she said, turning once more to leave. "No! I ah... need some help if that's okay." The girl slowly turned around. "Excuse me?" "Uh, it's just... well. Alan played a stupid joke on me and took all my clothes while I was in the shower and I wondered if you could um, lend me some? I can give you some money. And I have no shoes either" "Oh! He is a bit of an asshole sometimes. Well, most of the time. Sure. Come with me" she said, giving Alice an appraising look. "explains why you're wearing that ridiculous getup." So they wandered along for a little time to her place, a block of apartments just around the corner, Alan sheepishly remaining quiet as they trotted along. He had brought his wallet and phone and was beginning to formulate a plan of action in his mind now, though the oversized shoes he was having to wear were extremely uncomfortable. "You know when he'll be back?" "Who?" Rebecca regarded her seriously for a moment. "Oh. Alan... no. He just disappeared," Alice continued. "Jerk." "Yes I suppose so. What did you want to see him for anyway?" "Ah..." the girl smiled wistfully. "To be honest I was wondering if he had any plans tonight. Not sure I should be telling you now, seeing the way he's treated you makes me think I've dodged a bit of a bullet!" Alan inwardly cursed, as they continued along, but bit his lip and silently moved behind Rebecca as she entered the lobby of the flat and took them up one flight of stairs, before opening her apartment. It was a typical student place, not well furnished, with multiple pairs of shoes at the entrance and jackets hung up, but tidier than most. "Okay. Well... I only have a few things that might fit you, uh... what sizes are you?" Rebecca said, "I... well. Just pick whatever you think might fit me." Rebecca pursed her lips then moved closer to Alice as if to inspect. At this moment Al suddenly realised she was giving away a good five inches in height to her neighbour and was a lot slighter of form, if much, much larger in the bust. It was a sobering thought. "Okay Wait here. I'm afraid the only thing I've got was from a few years back but hang on," she said, wandering into the hallway and down to one of the adjacent rooms, leaving Alice to wait, idly inspecting photo frames and hallway paraphernalia as she did so. A few minutes later she reappeared, with an odd looking smile. "Well, I found something for you but - you might not like it. I mean, no offence but you're not as tall as me and it was a little difficult to find anything but I had some old clothes from my school days so..." She handed them over to Alice. "Yeah, no problem, not like I have a choice!" she exclaimed. "You can change in my bedroom if you like. I left you some underwear and a bra too, that's my sisters though, she left it here and never got it back. It should be er, closer to you. And like you say, not like you have a choice, if you don't want to wear them I don't blame you, but you can take it out on Alan" she said, pointing down the hallway. Alice nodded and wandered away to the bedroom with the pile of clothing in hand, shutting the door. There was a full length mirror on the door of one of the cupboards so she walked over to that, but Al couldn't face looking into it so took off her old man's clothing and put on the simple white underwear and bra (after considerable effort, this said it was a C cup but clearly she was bigger than that, felt like she was busting at the seams almost literally), and then pulled on a short red skirt. It felt pretty comfortable actually. Next came a shirt and blazer, and finally some long thin black tights. Alice steeled herself, breathed in and out for 10 full seconds, then looked in the mirror. My god, she actually spoke out as she looked. The creature she was seeing looked anywhere between 16 to 20 years of age, and like something out of a 90's high school film - the bombshell light brown hair perfect despite her abrupt and burden laden morning and the outfit red and dangerous, hard to get away from her curves and smooth legs and toned physique. Alice sighed, and turned and trotted out to Rebecca, who laughed. "Ha! You look like you are on your way to prep school. That's just where I got that from to be fair, not a uniform you understand but I always did my own thing. Looks like you pull it off well. You can keep those." "Er, do you want any mone-" "Tell your brother he owes me for this. Big time. And here, have these shoes as well, I bought them when I wanted to convince myself I didn't have elephant feet. All yours too. Courtesy of your idiot brother. They're high heels that I tried to convince myself I could fit into once upon a time. And this handbag - it has a little hole in it but that shouldn't matter, right?" "Thank you so much!" Al said, picking up the heels, a pair of red shoes that looked like they'd never been worn. She put them on her feet. "They fit perfectly." "Yeah yeah," Rebecca said, actually looking a little disgruntled. "Now I really gotta get to class. You need a lift anywhere?" "Oh... er. No, I am off myself. Thanks again" said Al, throwing her phone keys and wallet into the bag and practically running out the door. "Seeya round" she said, hoping that she would never see her again. Rebecca waved at the shapely girl departing girl as the door slammed shut on her. Lucky bitch. She thought to herself. Al made her way toward the local shops, crossing a few roads here and there. The traffic wasn't busy - it was only 10am in the morning - but she swore she could feel eyes on her of passing men every time she walked by. Al felt herself physically blush after one particularly overt leer, but hurried along the pavement. Her current intention was to get to the back and withdraw Alan s full allowance. Then, from there, she had decided that she would find a local internet caf? and take a closer look at this website from a computer not her own. That would be the safest way - clearly they knew where she lived, or had an I.P. Address or something at least to let them know it was her logging on, and she wasn't really sure how she would react anyway. The feelings of the other night - Alan had almost lost complete control of herself. She shuddered, passing a dark haired gentleman on a street filled with brand name retail shops. He cast a glance at her as she passed, looked like he was about to speak, but Al had moved along anyway. Her emotions were clearly visible to all - she felt in utter turmoil. She finally found an ATM and got in a queue behind a woman pushing a pram with a baby inside and two teenagers, one male one female, both joking and laughing with each other. And her phone went. Alan looked at the caller ID - it was withheld. She waited a few rings then sighed and decided that some answers would help decide her next course of action, even if she was not sure of herself right now. "Hello Alice. Where are you?" said a deep voice at the other end of the line. "None of your business. Who are you?" "I told you. Call me Master," he replied humourlessly. "That's insane, I won't call you any such thing. What have you done to me?" she replied, trying to keep her voice down. The woman pushed her child away having finished at the machine. "Do you really want to know? Let me help you. We can work this out. You didn't stay at your home when I commanded - in truth I am impressed. This means you have some power of will beyond our expectations. Now tell me where you are," he said commandingly. Alice felt her will break a little, but steeled herself. "N..no. You're sick people. Why have you done this?" she said, feeling her emotions well up. "You really want to know? Call me Master and I will tell you," he replied. "What? I... you will tell me? You swear it?" "I promise." "Well... then,.. because you promise..." Alice closed her eyes and forced the words out almost through gritted teeth. "Master. Please tell me why you have done this to me," she said, and strangely felt pleasure giving endorphins flood through her body as she did so. "Good. I have done this to you because you asked me to. Now you want to find me, and complete yourself. Accept this and you will know only joy. Fight it and you will only feel doubt. See you soon, my little fuck-toy," he said, and closed the connection. Alice opened her eyes and realised she was breathing very heavily and the two teenagers were looking at her strangely. They walked off, laughing. They must have heard his last words, she thought as she got to the machine and put her card in. She withdraw the maximum amount including an overdraft and left the machine and wandered toward the internet caf? she knew was nearby. Time to get her OWN answers, she thought, wobbling slightly on the high heels as she went. She was in that much of a hurry she slipped over as she stalked off the direction of the caf? - but was helped, embarrassed, to her feet by a handsome 20something student looking guy. She swore he took the chance to lightly stroke her ass as she got to her feet and dusted herself down, but she had bigger fish to fry. Alice paid up the owner of the internet caf? for an hours worth of time and made her way to the back of the room where a number of desks had been set up all facing outside the windows to the street so that nobody could see what you were doing - fortunate given what she was about to have to do. Having paid up to use the computers after an uneventful trip, Alice pursed her lips in concentration as she tried to remember the name of the website. After a few misspellings she finally got it right and loaded it up. Now she saw it it Looked like any other website... she cast a glance at the manager, hoping that they wouldn't be able to see the history of what she was looking at but she really had no choice. Going to the main page away from the splash, she looked around for any contact details. Success - no.... Terms and conditions were there, but no sign of contacts. Well, at least it was something. She started to skim through the legal mumbo jumbo: By using and/or visiting the website (collectively, including but not limited to all Content, Uploads and User Submissions available through .com, "", the website) you agree to the terms and conditions contained herein and the terms and conditions of s privacy policy incorporated herein, and all future amendments and modifications (collectively referred to as the "Agreement"). By entering, you agree to be bound by these terms and conditions. If you do not agree to be bound the terms and conditions contained herein, then do not use .com. Seems like anything else. She carried on a little while... mostly seemed like the usual stuff... took 10 minutes reading through the rest of the various standard looking terms... but then she let out a heavy breath and wanted to scream out. No! By agreeing to our terms you henceforth agree that in order for the exchange of service relating to body-alterations and pleasures given through our service, you also allow yourself to submit to our centre of control to ensure all alterations are safe and manageable for you, the user. This may include long lasting treatments and/or permanence to ensure that you as the customer are satisfied in entirety with our product. If this is not complied with we cannot be held accountable for the results. Al sat back in her chair, and ran a hand through her hair. Well, this explains a lot at least, she thought. What 'treatment'? She looked down at herself. Her breasts were jutting out, huge weights, and she could feel the emptiness below next to her comfortable underwear. What else have they got planned? She returned to the main page and tried to find something - anything - in order to better understand WHO she was dealing with. Who were these people that had set up this website? Were there others who had been 'altered' like her, due to these terms and conditions? So many questions. She kept looking through the website... nothing. Clicking link after link after link. Googling the name of the site, trying to find other secondary companies. She was so lost in concentration she lost track of time - 5 minutes! Shit... she frantically continued, until finally, buried in a form, an email! She looked up the e-mail - ah it was linked to a social website. Here - an company name!!! She quickly googled it too and got an address! Maps.... ah, not too far from here. She saved the result on her phone and then googled her next plan, which she had formulated. A private detective. It was the only way. There was one nearby - she would use all her money, however much it took, to get to the bottom of this and get some help. The police wouldn't believe her. A private detective might not - but at least a private detective would be, well, private, and would have to look into it as he'd be PAID to do it. So now she had an address to go to, and a plan of action. For the first time, Al was in control. She shut down the website, logged off, grabbed her handbag and quickly wandered into the street. Now which way was it - "Got you," said a huge, muscular man, laughing as he grabbed her arm. There was nobody else on the street. Alice stood staring up at the t- shirt wearing, jeans wearing man, mouth agape. She walked with him. She didn't know what else to do. In broad daylight on a busy street surely he wouldn't get away with doing anything stupid? But at least she was unrestrained. And she had all these addresses already. How had they found her? The I.P. Addresses on the computer. Must have been. He just looked at her as he lightly guided her along the street. She didn't like the way he was leering though. "So what are you actually planning to do. What did you mean before about my will?" "You'll see soon enough. I am commanding you now - do not try to get away." Alice felt her head rush slightly. She responded, (although she hated the high and girlish tone she used, she sounded so petulant!) "You can't stop me." "You don't really want to. You want to -come with me-," he laughed. She hated the way he emphasised 'come'. "This is insane. Why are you doing this?" He stopped, and looked at her. "I'll tell you more when we get where we're going. But I'll satisfy you for now. It's all about genetics, Alice. Perfection. You will see," He tugged on her arm again and took her along with him. "I like your outfit" he added. "Although it is not... revealing enough for MY tastes, of course. But I suppose hiding your genetic gifts makes it all the more delicious when they are finally revealed, doesn't it?" "Genetic gifts?" Alice responded drolly. "Your tits. And your pussy. You feel it don't you, your little emptiness, waiting to be filled?" Alice flushed and flustered out a response "you're disgusting and sick. You won't get away with this." Again, they stopped. They had gone down a side street, Nobody was around. The 'Master' pulled Alice toward him and put his hands around her in an embrace. He was frighteningly strong - Al thought he could have done that to her in her male form, but in this petite goddess skin any resistance would have been useless. He cupped both her buttocks with his large hands and pulled her in to him - Al could feel her pussy rubbing up against the man's clearly hugely erect member through his jeans. It was undeniably erotic. But he just planted a kiss on her lips lightly once then pushed her away. "Disgusting and sick - I think not. Your body enjoys it, I see. It's perfectly natural. Are you not WET right now," he said as they continued. Alice couldn't deny it, she could feel the build of of moisture and the electric sensations down below. It was so different to that as a man, but it felt unashamedly pleasurable. She chose not to respond. They got to another parallel street with less build-up, starting to move away from the main part of town. A few minutes more of walking... then he took out his phone and released his grip slightly as he dialled. "Yes. I have her. It may be what we have been looking for. Yes. Another twenty minutes. I need to get my car first. I will - " Al sensed her chance and pulled clear, running down a side alley. The man stopped and began to give chase but dropped his phone. Cursing, he stopped to pick it up which gave her a few crucial seconds head start. She turned left after exiting the alley on to the other parallel street - then doubled back after taking another left to go straight back to the street she had escaped on. Her gambit succeeded. She heard the man giving chase - stopping - then running toward the direction of the internet caf?, assuming that she would have instinctively retreated along already known paths. But Al knew this City well. Panting, and terrified, she shakily attempted to regain her composure, then headed off in the other direction. She had to get this detectives help and fast. She had almost lost herself once and for all. Alice had been waiting for a while. The detective had gone to grab a coffee for the both of them and she had quickly explored the surroundings. For no reason other than curiosity, she pulled a draw out to see a weapon - probably loaded. And various other paraphernalia - pictures, certificates for various courses, right to bear arms and such... and after a minute the door opened. "G.E. Meyer" she read out as he entered the office. She had phoned ahead to book an appointment and walked in, expecting a secretary or busy office. But no, this was pretty much just a man's flat, with a pull out couch. But Meyer was there. Short, about 5'10, but stockily built, in his mid thirties. "Hello ma'am. You sounded nervous on the phone. What can I do for you?" "Well... I don't know what to say really. It's quite private," she said, breathless and concerned. "Well, in these matters, I will always endeavour to be You can trust me, I'll sign a confidentiality agreement. Is it regarding extramarital business, if you don't mind my asking?" he said. "No. It's... well. It's about a website," she exclaimed. He looked at her askew. "I don't know much about Websites ma'am. If you've put something out there you shouldn't have, you might want to look into finding another-" "oh. No. NO!" she said, laughing now. "It's... more to do with a company that runs a website. I have an address. I think they're guilt of.... some industrial stuff. Er, something weird happening there. And I need you to find out what." He stared at her blankly "I don't know what you are talking about. Can you be more specific?" "Not really. Look... they... got me to sign something. Something I didn't want to sign. I just did it by accident. And now they want me to do some sort of experiment thing or something and they're going to FORCE me to do it!" Al exclaimed, feeling herself go red in the cheeks. "Okay okay. I'll check it out. So you want me to find out what they're doing?" "Yeah... and a way to stop them. Any way you can. Okay?" "You got it" he said, and reached out a hand to pat her on the shoulder. "You won't need to worry. So. Payment... I charge 40 bucks an hour and if it goes over the weekend or nights, that's a fee of -" "I've only got 200 bucks... I can get you more. Can you start tonight?" "Ah. Sorry ma'am but I have to look into an extramarital-" "No you have to start tonight!" "I can't. Look, I am sure you can last a night?" "I don't know if I can!" Al said, feeling tears well up. "I can't!" "Look -" he said, relaxing his tone. "Tell you what. I'll start first thing in the morning. I gotta be up all night till 8am for this other thing. But I'll do the first hour for free. So you can sleep easy okay? Keep your money till I am done. You got a phone number?" Alice told him the number. "Good. Okay. Use that money to get yourself a hotel room or something. And relax. These guys, whoever they are, I got friends in the police. If they won't cancel your contract I am sure there is a hard-sellers cold call calm down thing you can use to escape. Think that lasts a week. You'll be okay." Alice nodded, and shook hands with him before walking out of the office and back into the street. I don't have the time to wait. She said to herself. I can feel things happening. I need to stop them before it's too late. She grimaced, looking into a window at her reflection. The perfect oval face of hers, her beautiful eyes staring back, flawless skin and tresses hanging down her face looked somehow even more stunning when she was perplexed. Though the goddess body she had was beginning to crave more than answers now. She started walking... toward the lair of her nemesis. She looked up at the innocuous looking tall building from across the street, arching her neck up to see the full length of it, clutching at her handbag tightly. It was at least 12 storeys high. Hard to believe an average looking office like this could hold any dark secrets. But it was near closing time. 4:50. A good time to investigate though people would likely be leaving soon if they were the 9-5 types. She crossed the street surreptitiously, even with the heels on (she was beginning to walk much more easily with them now after a day of practice)... clopping across the road as she sped up to the glass double doors. She steeled herself, looked inside... a large lobby set on both sides with pillars and a receptionists desk at the other end and a bored looking young girl, on the phone. Now's as good a time as any. She wandered inside... She walked across the marble-esque floor toward the receptionist... nobody else was in the lobby. She was engaged on her phone. In some meaningless conversation or other. "... yes.... yes... her 21st. Planning to go to Central Europe. Be amazing. Yes, she went the other year... not to the same part though. Never bothered with the language" someone exited a lift at the back of the receptionists desk. "Julia- we need to talk." Alice took advantage of the distraction and wandered off toward the fire stairs next to the lift and wandered up them. Where to begin? Well, whoever could be behind this would probably be as high up the rankings as possible - and almost certainly at the top of the building. She climbed one floor. Then another. Then another. Her legs were starting to ache and she could hear her breaths coming out. Then another. Then finally, after about a dozen floors, she stopped and looked at the exit. No glass mirror - fire door of course. She put her ear to the door, pressed lightly against it, then opened it slowly, exhaling. She quickly took account of her surroundings. Nothing but a long hallway. Doors either side, numbered like a hotel. She wandered slowly toward the first one on the left. Again no window. "Chamber 17" was written on it. Hm. She slowly, ever so slowly, turned the doorknob... to enter a room filled with no other person but herself. The room was strange though. The floor was laden with pillows, bean bags and incense sticks. And there was a king size canopy bed. Also in the corner was a computer on a desk and it was attached to some very strange looking instruments. Al had no idea what they did. And there was a full length dresser mirror on the left side, facing the bed. A hotel room? In an office complex? No... there was a side door leading to another chamber. She started moving toward it then stopped suddenly. Footsteps. The door opened. HE entered. "Hello, Alice. Thank you for joining me. I knew you would. Eventually. Everyone's will breaks. You will be the best of them all I think." Alice stopped, terrified now, cowed into backing toward the exit. "You want to know the truth? We are looking for the PERFECT human. Genetic perfection. We saw you work. Your seed was taken. Analysed. But sadly, you make the perfect concubine only as a female form. One Y- chromasome away! But we fixed that for you. And now you get to fulfil your biological destiny. You feel it, don't you?" he said, edging toward her, smiling "STAY BACK!" Alice shouted. "We analysed you through our machinery and now you are here. Just accept it - enjoy it! Embrace it!" "You didn't give me a choice!" she near screamed. "Choice. What choice. You signed the terms." "Terms? Let's change the terms!" She went into her handbag and pulled the gun that she had stolen from Meyers office. She pointed it shakily at the man who now stopped. "Ah... no. You won't do that. Come on beautiful. You are lovely. Perfect. Do not do ugly things. I command it." "No-!" she wailed... "change me back or I shoot!" "I can't do that. Shoot me and you stay that way anyway." "Yes but you'll get what you deserve!" she said "Maybe, maybe not," His eyes flicked behind Alice. Her eyes bulged, someone had entered behind her - two arms came around and grabbed her own, she fought frantically but the other person was determined and wrestled the gun to the floor, and the 'Master' had come forward now and restrained Alice presently. Al saw the other participant - an older woman, maybe in her late thirties, but with huge breasts, wearing a businesswoman's suit skirt tie and shirt. She wandered off to the side now, and Al turned back to the master. "Shh... shh. It's okay. It's okay." Al started crying. "It's okay my lovely. You are perfect. You don't need to be afraid of ANYTHING. You will have such pleasure you never knew existed. I will make sure of it! And you will do great things for us. For humanity really!" he looked into her eyes, Al looked up... and felt the grip relax. He pulled her to her feet. And pulled her closer. And then peered deep into her eyes. And whispered. "Just let yourself go. Let it all go! Accept it. I am your master. Say it." Al just stared back obstinately at the Master. He leaned in, and gently, ever so gently, began to kiss her lips. He caressed her hair, and moved his hands down to the small of her back, pulling her closer to him again. "say it. Or things will go badly for you," and Al widened his eyes and realised that the man was being true to his word. "You are the Master," Al exclaimed, and felt a blissful wave of peace. "Yes. Have you got the Basque, Coral? I prefer her in something else... and get her some make-up on. Do it." Al was trapped... but a small part of her didn't care now. What else could she do? She was stuck. And something about the man's words had resonated with her. It was strange but somehow she was starting to feel less anxious... Ten minutes later Meyer hadn't realised his weapon had been stolen until it was time to go on the extramarital chase. The girl ... it had to be her. She was so pretty but he always had a weakness for the pretty ones, always forgot that they were the ones that were the most trouble. He supposed that the one advantage he had was that he knew where she might be going. But had no address and the phone number she gave had rung out. Strangely, he had found out it had belonged to some man named Alan, when he had run it through the machine - maybe she had stolen it too? But there was only the one lead. This office. And he had got there as soon as he could. The office looked closed but the double doors were still unlocked. There was nobody at all in the lobby. He opened up the double doors and walked to the lift, before changing his mind and pressing the buzzer on reception. Sighing, he waiting... somewhat patiently for a few minutes. Then he gave up and decided that he'd have to be proactive. He entered the elevator. And pressed floor '12' figuring (much like Al) that the bosses would be higher up. As he waited he considered his second weapon - one he always kept on his person. Could never tell when some ex husband would come looking for blood. The doors opened. An empty hallway. But - he heard a noise. Was that a scream? He pulled his gun out and slid toward the source of the noise-.... a door with Chamber 17 written on it. He turned the handle silently and peeked through the doorway. To see that beautiful girl from earlier, wearing a pretty silk basque, getting fucked from behind by one of the biggest fellers he'd ever seen. He was about to shout something but something stayed his voice and he crept around the corner to keep watching - the girl was ENJOYING IT. Her eyes, glassy and vacant with animal lust, her back rocking back and forth as the man rammed his thick member inside her over and over. Was this some sort of joke? Animal grunts and the smell of sex emanated from the room, the man spanked her ass and rocked her on to his cock over and over... Meyer turned to leave... Ten minutes earlier The girl Coral helped undress her and placed the basque around her. The Master had left the room. "It'll be okay you know. I know it's your first time but you have to give in. It is for the best. You'll see. And you will love it. Or learn to love it. A girl like you... I am jealous," she said. Al remained silent. The Master returned. "Much better. Now then. Come to me," he said. Al looked at Coral... who nodded. She was on a pillow near the edge of the room and a dresser, the Master on the bed now. Naked except for his boxer shorts, his rippling toned physique on display. He sat cross legged now. Al got up and slowly began to walk to the bed. "No. Crawl. I command it." Al... whatever was left. Was fighting. But the compulsion was real. And strange. She felt it through her body. The voice gave her such assurance, such control. And yet when she got down on her hands and knees, the pleasure overpowered her will and she crawled exultantly toward the bed. "Good. Now up on the bed." She pulled herself up, still crawling. He pulled his boxer shorts off and threw them to the side. Coral left the room. His hard cock, fully nine inches, erect and ready before her as she stopped and winced. "Yes. You know what to do. Suck my cock. I command it." Al this time stopped and just looked at him, with fear and doubt in her eyes. His face softened. "You will be rewarded for it. I promise. Suck. My. Cock." She slowly crawled, as her will gave way again and placed her head near the top of the shaft. Al was in torment. The part of him that remained did not want to do this. But somehow she knew that it would only be worse if she didn't. What else could these people do? What else were they capable of? She closer her eyes and put her full, lovely, luscious painted lips around the tip of his member. He exhaled in pleasure. It tasted like skin. She put her mouth down the length of it, then to the top, then further, then back, up and down she went, to a rhythm with the man's grunts of pleasure. She looked over at the mirror... a sex goddess, of the highest order looked back at her with a muscular hunk, her eyes slightly glazed as she went over the shaft, her breasts heaving up and down with the rhythmic motion. "God you feel fucking good. Keep going." She did so... a rebellious part of Al thought that maybe if she could get him to cum she could save something worse later. This meant he could throw his full self into the business of sucking the man's cock, as he fucked her mouth, now, thrusting inside her, his hands around her head pulling her down so she gagged - then releasing to another grunting pleasure. It went on for what felt like an age, then finally he pushed her off. "VERY good. Promising. It's your turn now." He pulled her to the centre of the bed and lay her on her back. He pulled himself up to her face. Slowly. Slowly. And kissed her forehead, brushing her hair back. "This will hurt. But it will be worth it," he said as he puled the basque lower regions up to get access to her perfect, glistening wet pussy. He positioned his shaft at the entrance and then... slowly... slid himself in. "Ohhhhhhhhh," she exclaimed, eyes bulging as the member pierced her hymen for real this time. The feeling was much more intense than before, the shaft pulling at her sides, but she was so wet and ready that this was intensely more pleasurable. She cried out... and he pulled out. And wiped himself and her down with the side of a spare pillow... but then entered again. And again. And again. Driving himself in with a steady, slow rhythm. Al could feel herself building. This body had been built for pleasure and the pleasure she felt now, the fullness, the sense of comfort she got from being here in this moment felt right and perfect. She felt whole as he entered her over and over again. Al could her her moans and squeals of delight as she was fucked, and after a few minutes, rose to even higher levels of contentment, and finally,... a wracking, full body orgasm, she scraped her nails down the man's back and shook with sheer delight as she came... and came again, he did not stop, he kept going, grunting away. "Your pussy is incredible baby. I could fuck you all night. But I have to cum inside you. And this isn't doing it for me" he laughed, pulling her up and pushing her down to all fours on one of the pillows. He grabbed her sides and pulled the basque down, exposing her huge heaving breasts, which dangled beneath her, two weighty orbs. Al felt both his hands on her sides as he slowly pulled himself inside her again. And felt whole again - she looked at the mirror. Her tits moved back and forward as he rhythmically fucked her whole body. It felt unbelievable. She squealed in delight... it was incredible. "Oh yeah that's right baby. That feels -good-" he said. But then stopped. Why had he stopped. She turned around to look at his face. His member still deep inside her. So deep! "Tell you what. I can stop right now. Unless you beg me to continue." She just looked at him... no. She couldn't. She didn't WANT this. "No?" A minute passed. "Al-right then, I pull out -" and began to do so... "No!" she whispered. "What did you say?" "I said don't stop," she whispered again, on the verge of tears. "You want me to fuck you?" "Yes," she said. "Then say it." "I want you to fuck me." "Hard? Do you want me to fuck you hard, bitch." "Yes... fuck me! Fuck me hard!" "As you wish," He laughed and plunged in her forcefully at a frightening rhythm. He was going so hard... giving it to her... her heaving breasts swinging back and forth pendulously. She felt herself build quicker this time then dug her nails into the pillows and screamed as she came, over and over and over again -.... wait. Was that the door? Someone there... she heard something... Alan felt something of himself come back. The Master grunted with satisfaction "Yes! Yes,.. oh baby your pussy feels so good - I'm gonna.... I am going to - uhhnh"" he exclaimed but Al had pulled herself away and felt hot semen spurt all over her bottom as the Master came all over her for what seemed like an age. But she was still Al! She had seen Meyer? Could it have been... she pulled herself away... The end of part 2.