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AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, this is Part 10 of the Determined Man, and here I feel the need to stop for a moment and explain myself a little bit before presenting this to you. The Determined Man has always been at least two different things. It is, of course, a description of a sexual fantasy, as all of my stories are. But unlike my other stories, The Determined Man was also a way of me working through some of my thoughts and feelings about my cross-dreaming (or whatever else you want to call it). In the early stages of the story in particular, I tried to create a fairly rounded character, and explored wonderings and doubts about what this all meant, what's "real" and what's not. I actually still don't know the answers to those questions, but I've found it useful to have a fictional world in which to speculate and imagine some of the possibilities. Part 10 is solely and entirely the sexual fantasy, with absolutely none of the explorations of my real feelings and thoughts. Such completely escapist fantasies do, I think, have a place, but the positioning of this one, at the near-end of a story that has included much more serious content and realism, feels a little strange. Particularly this fantasy which (Slight Spoiler Alert), is pretty dark and all about utter and complete defeat by a dominant other. It is here just because of the history of the development of this story, which started as just another fantasy and then became a vehicle for some more in depth thinking. Also, as an egotistical artist, I also want to take the opportunity to say that the need to record and relay a fantasy like this doesn't lead to the most nuanced and sophisticated work from a literary perspective! I am concerned that some people may find this part offensive if they thought that anything in this part was what I actually thought might be true, or in any way close to the truth, and I feel I have to make it clear that it most certainly is not. I do not want this to be taken as my stand-point on what is or is not real or true about my state of being or anyone else's. This part is just an expression of a sexual fantasy that I had once, that for some reason, in my own twisted way, I enjoyed very much. That is all. Sophie Part 10 - Chapter 22 Wynne shook her head. Inside, her pussy was burning with desire, Tony's demonstration of total domination over Lana having a primal and unexpected affect on her. He was powerful. He was in control. She wanted him to take her and make her his. She squirmed and mashed her legs together to try to control it. She bit her lower lip. But she managed not to agree. "Oh, poor Wynne!" said Tony. "I can see how hard this is for you. Is it still about Amanda?" Wynne nodded. "OK. Well, if Mandy said that it was alright, would you suck my dick then?" Wynne wrinkled up her brow in confusion. It seemed strange that Amanda might say it was OK, but if she did, then maybe that would make it OK. Then she'd be able to give in, to allow herself to worship Tony's hard, throbbing penis, as she just knew that she had to. She nodded slowly. Tony smiled broadly. "Good." He turned fractionally towards a door, but kept his eyes on Wynne "Mandy dear, would you come in here a moment." Wynne turned to the door in astonishment. It was. It was her, Mandy. She was dressed in a lovely dress with a pink floral print over a blue background and her breasts bounced joyfully with every step that she took towards the centre of the room. She walked straight up to Tony, who was still half naked, his erection being gently brought back to life by Lana's unceasing tongue, and gave him a soft but passionate kiss on the lips. "Mandy dear," said Tony, almost in a whisper, "Wynne here is feeling a bit conflicted about giving me a blow job. I think it would help very much if you could reassure her." Mandy turned to Wynne with a look of deep sympathy on her face. "Oh, poor Wynne! Is it a little difficult for you to understand?" Wynne nodded, grateful for the sympathy. Mandy stepped over to Wynne and brushed her face with her hand. "You know that I am completely committed to Tony? I would do anything for him?" Wynne nodded. She had seen their perfect family life. It had seemed good. She had envied it. "Well, I would never deny my husband what he needs!" said Mandy, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "He makes me so happy. He provides for me and our children. He buys me beautiful dresses and shoes. God knows that he keeps me satisfied in the bedroom. He gives me everything I need. More than I need; He gives me everything I could possibly want. So how could I deny him his most basic of needs? "He is such a big, strong, powerful man. He needs more sex than I can give him. It saddens me that I am too weak to give him all that it needs. I am just ever so thankful to Lana and the other girls for helping me to keep him happy. So, Winnie, please, please do go ahead and suck his dick!" Tony had now left Lana and was standing up close to the two girls. Wynne found her face turned by Mandy's hand to look directly into Tony's eyes. His deep, certain, steadfast eyes. He stroked Wynne's face and to Wynne it felt like a lightning rod. All of her worry, all of her conflict, all of her fear, was conducted away from her, just like that, by the gentle touch of this man's hand. She knew what she wanted, and in that moment she felt no guilt. Tony's hand moved down to brush along the lower contour of her left breast, enjoying it's curve, softly hefting it's weight. Wynne felt a little tingle in her nipple. She wanted more. She smiled coyly at him and took his hand, placing it open palmed over her whole tit. She closed her eyes and exhaled loudly as a wave of pleasure washed across her from his touch. Opening her eyes again she smiled to him, a progressively more confident, greedy smile, and he smiled back. She thought of what she was about to do and her tongue slid slowly across her teeth. "Now, sweet Wynne. Suck me off." She didn't hesitate any longer. Mandy had said it was OK. She slid down and knelt before him. His trousers were only loosely hanging from his hips and they slid off easily. From her position just inches from his cock, with his briefs as the only barrier between them, she became conscious of the smell. It was musty, and it unmistakably reminded her that he had only just recently ejaculated in Lana's mouth, bringing to her thoughts the fact that he would soon be doing the same for her. Maybe on her. Maybe in her. It still seemed strange. Foreign. But exciting. Another smell was also mixed in; Lana. Yes, Wynne was following another girl. She realised she wasn't special. Just another mouth, another vagina to satisfy Tony's desires. But it didn't matter. She felt honoured to be a hole for him. Nothing was going to stop her. She reached out and saw her thin delicate arms extend towards Tony's crotch. She felt it though the fabric first, needing somehow to familiarise herself with it by touch before revealing it to her sight. It was too important a thing for all of her senses to take in at once. It was hard and long and thick. She could feel the heat of it through the cotton of his briefs. She reached inside from below, via Tony's muscular leg. With her hand now directly on his skin, the heat was even more evident. She wrapped her little hand around it, her fingers barely reaching around it's girth, then realised that she didn't really know what to do. She had wanted to touch it, to feel it in her hands. But now, more than that, far far more, she wanted to pleasure it. To make Tony happy. And she didn't know how. She looked up at him for reassurance with big worried blue eyes framed with fluttering painted eyelashes. He smiled down at her, kindly, fatherly. "It's OK," spoke a voice beside her. It was Lana. "You know what to do," she said. "Just follow your pussy. Do whatever feels good to you and it will feel good to him too." Wynne took a deep breath and centred herself. She focussed on the hot wet snatch between her legs. And without a further thought began to rub him up and down. Yes, that felt good. She twisted her hand as it came to the tip, paying special attention to the head where she could feel a slight throbbing. She gasped, knowing that she was making him aroused, and looked up again at Tony, happiness clear in her face. He smiled back and nodded. He took hold of his briefs and slid them down. Wynne withdrew her hand to just watch. His cock was pushed downwards by his waistband and then sprang back up as it was released, causing a little bead of pre-cum to launch in an arc, landing on Wynne's cheek. A friendly finger wiped it from her skin and held it before her lips. "Taste it darling." It was Amanda. "It's good. You'll like it." Wynne leant forward and wrapped her lips in a pout around Amanda's finger. It was good. Salty and moreish. Tony's penis was now inches from her face. It was the source of the cum. It was the cause of the wetness in her cunt. It was her route to making him happy. Still kneeling, she pushed herself forward with her legs, and bent at the waist with arched back, causing her plump round rear to hang in the air behind her. She steadied herself with one hand on his thigh, and with the other she took hold of his dick again. The head seemed too much for her to begin with; Too intense, maybe too wide for her mouth. She leaned round to the side and gently brought her mouth to the length of the shaft, kissing it with her soft pillowed lips. She kissed it again, near the base, and then a third time nearer the tip. This time she involved her tongue, sucking and slurping slightly as she brought her mouth away. The smell that she noticed earlier was now filling her nostrils and the same taste was on her tongue. Righting herself to face the beast head-on, she gave a tiny gasp and caught her breath. She was ready now: Acclimatised. Assimilated into Tony's aura and fully now a part of his penumbra of control. She leant forward with parted lips and took him into her mouth, according to his wishes, according to her function. He was large and Wynne didn't know what to do, but she thought back to watching Lana and did what she had seen. She slid Tony's cock slowly further and further into her mouth, sliding her tongue around it as she did. She kept thinking she would have to stop, but each time she felt his large hand on the back of her head, not forcing, but encouraging, and each time she found herself capable of taking in a little more. Finally he seemed to fill her. She had not taken in all of his length, she knew; but one day she would learn. He would teach her and she would be honoured. For now, her pretty pink lips stretched far enough to reach her own hand that was wrapped around the base of Tony's dick. She withdrew her mouth slowly, keeping her lips in contact but relaxing them slightly to let out a long, even moan as she had heard Lana do. Looking up she was rewarded by Tony's satisfied grin. She continued to withdraw slowly and soon she found herself kissing the tip once again. "Lana," ordered Tony firmly. "Get those big bouncy boobs of hers out of that teasing little dress and give them a nice squeeze for me. Out of the corner of her eye, Wynne saw Lana walk around behind her. She knelt between Wynne's legs and bent forward, taking hold of Wynne's wide hips and nestling Wynne's bottom against her own flat crotch. Wynne felt Lana's hands at her neck, releasing the strands of the dress. She breathed deeply through her nose, a feeling of joy welling up in her; her lovely girly boobs were to be put to use. They would be nice for Tony to watch. She loved being pretty for him. She giggled quietly and wriggled slightly, struggling to contain her girlish joy. The strands fluttered down, the fabric stimulating her nipples as it slid past them. They were free now, jutting from her chest and open to the air. Undeniably breasts; large and soft and female. Lana cupped them in her hands, massaging slowly. Wynne moaned as new sensations of pleasure washed across her. Her lips were still dutifully positioned upon the tip of Tony's cock, and she hummed her pleasure into him. She was glad to do it. Her pussy was warm and wet and delicious between her legs and she credited it all to him. Lana was wrapped completely around Wynne now, and it was she that was in control. She pushed Wynne forward, forcing her mouth back down the length of Tony's dick, using Wynne as an instrument to pleasure Tony. Wynne allowed herself to be a fuck-tool, sliding up and down Tony's cock. She could feel it growing even harder, and she knew that she was becoming even wetter. Lana squeezed Wynne's tits hard and increased the rhythm. Wynne could resist no longer. She reached one delicate hand up under her short dress, yanked down her sodden little panties and plunged two fingers up her cunt. It was slick, yet tight, a beautiful hole reaching up far inside her, made to be filled. Aaahhuuummmm!!! she moaned, the sound modulating as Tony's dick thrust in and out of her mouth. Ooooowwwaaaaaahhh!! Her cunt was on fire, waves of pressure building up against each other. Her hips bucked wildly against Lana's crotch. Her eyes rolled back and her lashes fluttered like spasming butterflies. Tony was close too. His hand took a firm grip of her hair and he took over, yanking her back and forth on his dick. Lana released her and leant back, leaving Wynne's boobs free to bounce wildy on her chest as Tony used her to finish himself off. Her dam broke and she orgasmed. She was out of control, but somehow her lips remained locked around Tony's cock. There was a moment of stillness as Tony halted for a split second. And then he was cumming. Great jets of hot spunk erupted into her mouth. She tried to swallow, but it was too much. She gagged and tried to pull away but it was several seconds before Tony released his grip and waves of his thick sticky cum slid down her throat unheeded. Eventually he released her and she instinctively pulled back. He was still cumming and Wynne's face was soon crossed with lines of warm sticky goo. Some dripped from her chin down onto her bare, milky white breasts, joined by more of the same which cascaded out of her open wide mouth. She felt suddenly ashamed. What was happening to her? She had become this man's sex toy. She had been unable to resist. She had needed to pleasure him. She had thought nothing of her independence or her dignity. She just wanted to be used for sex by this man. Her cunt alone had dictated her actions. That and Tony's cock. She looked again. Tony's cock. It was spent now, quickly softening though not yet completely flaccid. Another wave of shame overcame her, but this was different, subsuming entirely the first and making her forget the original cause. She looked up at his face. "I'm sowwy," she said, conjuring the saddest voice she could muster so as to show Tony just how sorry she was. He smiled back thinly, eyes narrowed in query. "I'm sowwy that I couldn't swallow all of your jizz. I know it's precious. Will you forgive me? Will ou forgive your sowwy little girl." His smile changed, becoming wider and brighter. "Of course sweetpea," he said. "You performed valiantly for your first time. And besides, I love seeing your face covered in my cum. It tells me that you belong to me." She smiled and blushed, delighted at being told that she was Tony's. "Alas, you won't stay mine forever," said Tony with a sigh. "Eventually I'll have to pass you on to the man who paid for you." Those words were like a slap in the face for Wynne, bringing her crashing down from her tower of sexual ecstasy to the spunk-covered reality, kneeling on the hard bare floor. It was true! She had been transformed on the command of someone else. She wasn't Tony's. And if she wasn't Tony's, then she was nothing! Transformed into a big-boobed dumb blonde with a need to suck cock. She felt like her guts were descending in a tight spiral, dragging her brain out of her skull as they went. She became intensely aware of the sticky feeling on her face and breasts. She had been her own man. In control. Now she was a product to be bought and sold. How could she have let this happen? She had given up everything; Her job, her house, Harriet, and she had done it willingly, so great was her need to be female. "Oh my god," she whispered quietly to herself. "What have I done!?" Tony laughed softly. "Well, my dear, what you've done is certainly rather entertaining, but wouldn't you rather know what I'VE done? It's a far more interesting story." She processed the words. Yes, she did want to know. She needed to know. Maybe there was still some way out. She looked up at Tony and nodded. "Good," said Tony, drawing out the word. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 23 "My story goes back a long way," said Tony as he began slowly pacing around the room, once again coming back to the patterns of rhetoric that he clearly loved so much. "Longer than is perhaps natural." he paused dramatically. "But truly I cannot tell my story without also telling the story of the company, which goes back even further still. "You will be familiar, I am sure, with stories of the time before the two great wars, of Lords and Ladies and of positions of power and influence passed down through honourable birth. It was a way of life that maintained balance in society. Any risk of deviation, any peasants rebellion, any upstart calling for the destruction of that balance, was swiftly dealt with by the force of the majority, who remained happy to pay the homage and loyalty that was rightly due to their superiors." Wynne tried hard to listen. She had a strange flashback to being in a lecture hall at university, though in her memory she was pretty sure she had never before received tuition naked and covered in cum. She could remember finding academic talks interesting, she could remember the keenness with which she had absorbed the knowledge, she could even remember some of the names of theories and models, little bits of information still present in her mind, but for the life of her she couldn't now hope to make sense of any of it. She knew without doubt that it was beyond her. "It was a peaceful time," continued Tony "but alas, the first war precipitated a change. The people lost their trust in their betters, who they saw as needlessly having led them into a bloody conflict. Troublemakers began to arise, calling for the overthrow of the traditional structures of stability that had served them so well for hundreds or even thousands of years. They called for equal say for the poor, and for women, and some even called for redistribution of wealth. And worse, unlike before the war, these troublemakers could not be put down. Great swathes of the populace were now with them, and there was no consensus. It became far too difficult to deal with the agitators after the fact of their agitation. "Fortunately, the noblemen of the time had great foresight and they saw a plan that would secure the future, and founded a company with a special purpose. It was around the same time that the art of psychology was arising, and some wise men of that age put in place a program. Those with a potential to disrupt the balance of society, the intelligent, the wilful, were identified at their most vulnerable point, as children. Any weaknesses were identified, and where possible, subtly enhanced, ready to be utilised later, should the need arise, to destroy these problematic individuals. The church was an ideal partner for this endeavour, and later, the standardised education system. The company controlled the tools and used them to their best effect. "The second of the world wars had a similarly disastrous affect upon the structures of stability. Great stores of wealth were expended, and the power of the benevolent masters of society to maintain order was greatly diminished. The voices of chaos grew ever louder. Fortunately, that same war was also the impetus for many innovations. Experimentation in the sciences leapt forward, and ways to change the body as well as the mind became available. "At the time, my name was Anton and I was at work in Germany and had yet to even encounter the company. My political masters allowed my colleagues great scientific freedom and the resources required to exercise it. "We managed to develop ways of keeping the body alive longer, even to put the ageing process into reverse. This is how you see me today as the young man who stands before you. Unfortunately, it was just at this time that the Germans lost the war and many of my medical and scientific colleagues were charged with crimes and received long sentences...or sometimes extremely short, sharp sentences. I expected to be among them, but instead my research saved me. I found a new welcome home with the company, and was given even greater resources. Their goal was to use my discoveries to transform those who undermined and threatened society, into useful supporters of the noble-born that they had sought to overthrow. My research flourished, expanded and widened. Far, far more extensive changes to the human body than even I had ever imagined proved possible. And so we find ourselves here today." Wynne had been listening, but she wrinkled her brow. She had tried really hard, but she hadn't followed most of it. She understood that Tony had been working in Germany, like, a really, really long time ago, but then she had started thinking about how, like, so hot he was for an old man, and she had lost track of his story. "But....." she said tentatively. "What does that mean about me? I mean, what you've done to me?" Tony grinned. "Ah, but what have we done to you my dear?!" He reached down and held her face by her delicate little chin, looking hard into her eyes, making her shudder. "Do you even know the company's intimate involvement in your life? I would venture that you do not." He looked her up and down, and absent mindedly stroked her breast, smiling as he saw that it caused her to shiver with pleasure. "Come, I will tell you." He looked again and a lustful smile spread across his face. "Though..... I think maybe we should have some more fun as I explain it to you." "Lana!" he called, the still semi-naked girl jumping to attention from the side of the room where she had been waiting. "Get me hard again. I do so wish to plough this sexy little thing before I hand her over. And Mandy, clean her up and get her dress off." The two ladies set to work. Lana went to kneel before Tony once again, and Mandy approached Wynne with a washcloth and towel. She rubbed scented soap over Wynne's face and boobs and soon she smelled of a field of wild flowers. Wynne's mind was torn in two. Now that she knew that this had all been planned, that someone else had been responsible for who she now was, she knew it should disgust her, that she should recoil and run. But instead, other feelings came to the surface. She was in awe of Tony's power. She knew, completely, that he was better than her, and the thought of being next to such greatness made her feel all warm and tingly. Mandy was helping her out of the dress and then she fully peeled off her sodden panties. "Here sweetie," said Mandy, holding out some mascara. "We washed it all off. You'll want to look pretty for him dear. I have lipstick as well." For a moment, Wynne looked at Mandy like she was crazy. Why would Wynne want to help? Why would she want to doll herself up for Tony. But as quickly as those thoughts came, they became confused and she struggled to make sense of them. Of course she wanted to do her make-up and look pretty. She was a girl. And girls were pretty. Girls were sexy. She wanted to be sexy for Tony. She smiled broadly, took the make-up and worked on her face in a mirror that Amanda held up for her. She only had a vague sense of how to do it, but Amanda helped her along, making her eyelashes look wonderfully long and feminine, and her lips look juicy and inviting. Wynne softly pressed Mandy's hand in her own, thanking her for all her help. Mandy led her to a low bed and lay her down on her back, smiling and cooing encouragement all the time. Wynne looked at her friend, trying to detect any hint of resistance or unhappiness at what Tony had done to her, or jealousy at what Tony was now doing with Lana and Wynne, but there was none. Just gentleness and compliance. She seemed happy. Wynne wanted to be like that. Wynne propped herself up on her elbows, looking up from her prone position and saw Tony walking towards her, now completely naked. From her low viewpoint his height was emphasised even more, and his cock looked huge. It jutted out, perfectly perpendicular to his body. "I shall tell you what we've done to you Wynne." His voice, coming from above her, seemed almost as if from the heavens. "You, my pretty little daisy, are quite standard. Utterly normal. From my perspective you are inconsequential. Just another potentially troublesome man that we have transformed into something more useful." He stopped, standing almost directly over her defenceless body and then slowly lowered himself down to a kneeling position between her legs. "But of course, I can see that from your perspective, the company, what has happened to you, is everything. And so I will tell you, just how much it is everything." He began to stroke the soft skin on the inside of Wynne's legs. Jolts of pleasure shot up her thighs to her pussy. "You were identified at a young age, along with many many others, as a problem. You were intelligent, and you were also clearly very independently minded. These were qualities that ill-befitted your low birth, and from our great experience we determined that you may become one of those agitators, calling for change and causing disruption." His caresses were soft and even and Wynne could feel the muscles in her pussy tighten involuntarily in time with his rhythm. "Now, we couldn't very well go changing every potential troublemaker at that age; Our resources would be spread too thin, and anyway, some of the same qualities that make for trouble can also make for great productivity. So, instead, we primed you, ready for change later, if need be." He stopped speaking for a few moments to focus on her body. His hands slowed as a stroke reached longer, up and up towards her pussy. He watched with a gentle smile as her sex began to swell with arousal and blossom before his eyes, readying to welcome his cock inside. "The thoughts and feelings that become sexuality develop much earlier than many people realise," he said. "It is not true sexuality of course, but things such as our view of ourselves can, in some cases, reliably go on to form the basis of our sexuality. One of the company's strategie is to identify these trends in those who we may wish to change, and enhance them, change them just slightly, at that early stage. It is quite beautiful really, seeing that small seed that we plant, grow up into fully fledged fetishes and obsessions." Tony's hand was now firmly gripping the top of Wynne's thighs. He pulled her so that her bottom was resting on his knees, her moist pussy just inches from his dick. He leant forward slightly, causing his penis to brush lightly upon Wynne's vagina. She gasped and tensed, pushing herself towards him, but he held her in place and inched her back down his knees. She whimpered with unsatisfied desire. "The thing that we found in you, in little William, was, of course, your desire to be a girl. This is surprisingly common, especially in intelligent and wilful types such as yourself. So yes, that is very much an original part of you. What we did with that though was to make it something that we could really work with. We increased the intensity of these feelings, and we also linked that with a traditional view of womankind: Soft, unquestioning, mentally inferior, submissive and loyal. All we needed to do was to plant this seed. Society still provides a quite sufficient perpetuation of these thoughts. And so, as you grew, so did that need. You became ripe for the harvest." Wynne's mind was spinning again. She was still struggling with the realisation that over the past few weeks she had allowed herself to give up the control she had on her life; now she was seeing that she never really had any control. They had always been there; In her head; In her sexuality. Every time she had fantasised about being a big-boobed playgirl, every time she had daydreamed about being a loyal wife, it had been the company's influence inside her, directing her thoughts. She wondered if she had ever had a true self at all. Tony laughed. "Yes! It's quite something isn't it? I do particularly like this bit. The part where it all comes home, and you realise what you are: A pet on a leash. We have always had you within our grasp. We have always been ready to call you to heel and bring you back home with us." He reached down and held her breast, massaging gently. "We'll give you a good stroke, tell you you're a good, good girl, and you'll just curl up happily at our feet at the end of the day." He laughed again and gave her nipple a tweak. Wynne shivered and bit her lip. "Of course," continued Tony. "Owners get to name their pets, and this situation is no different. Wynne is a bit staid isn't it? Rather serious for the bit of fluff that you are. I think I'll go with Billie." Wynne's heart skipped a beat at the sound of her childhood self. The scared, dependent, weak child that she had fought all of her life to escape. As he christened her with her new name, Tony brought his fingers to her hot pussy and began to rub up and down her labia. His thumb flicked over her clit, causing her to arch her back and moan loudly. "Tell me your name, slut." He rubbed and rubbed. She groaned, but the last shrivelling piece of her dignity resisted, stopping her mouth from forming the words he demanded. "Tell me your name." Tony's fingers slowed and his touch became lighter. Wynne pouted and batted her long, painted eyelashes. She needed it so badly. But that name.... It was the young bullied boy she had been before she had made herself. The child with no friends at school. The one they all picked on. It was who she'd been before she had risen up. To become Billie again was an admission that it was all for nothing. "Tell me what your name is, you little cum bucket." Tony's deep-voiced command was irresistable. It shook away all of who she had been, leaving just the girl that she was now, prone and open-legged before this great man. "Billie," she whispered. "Louder." "Billie!" she said. "Louder." "Billie!!" Almost screaming this time. "That's right Billie. And tell me what you are Billie." His fingers were working firmly across her clit, causing it to flick back and forth. Her whole body tensed, ready to burst. "Ah! I'm Billie, AH! Your little girl." "Good. Tell me more. What kind of girl? "Ooooohh!!! Sexy." "Yes?" "Mmmmmmmmm!!! Slutty." "Yes? Put it together. Tell me what you are." "I'm Billie, your girly, slutty cum-bucket!" She screamed incoherently as Tony brought her over the edge with his fingers, a deep, wide flood of pleasure, enveloping all. It went on for what seemed like an age, and right in the middle of it she felt Tony's huge cock penetrate her, piercing her like a skewer pierces a piece of meat. He took a hold of her arse and began thrusting into her, causing her to moan and gasp. His dick was huge inside her. It seemed to reach to her very soul. She saw only flashes of his torso as she looked up over her jiggling boobs, bouncing on her chest as he plunged into her again and again, but she could see that he was strong and powerful, muscles rippling on his stomach, straining to push himself harder and harder into her soft pliable body. She was no match for him. She never had been. She was his, she knew. And she wanted it. She needed it. Billie needed it. She allowed her resistance to dissolve. She was just a girl being fucked by a guy. "Mmmmmmmm," she moaned. "Oh yessssss!!! Fuck me baby! Fuck me! Oh! Oh! Oh!" She felt his cock slide in and out, in and out again, tight against the moist lips of her pussy which flexed around it. She wanted it so badly. She wanted him. She wanted his cock inside her. She wanted to be full to the brim with his cum. It was good. Purely good. Nothing but pleasure existed in her mind. And then suddenly, pain. Blinding, overwhelming pain. Every thrust of Tony's cock seemed to be ripping her in half. She screamed and thrashed beneath him. Through the frenzy of agony she saw glimpses of him, laughing and grinning. It seemed like a long time before he was no longer stabbing into her and the pain began to subside. The pain was receding but something equally strong was taking it's place: Frustration. She had been close. So close. He was talking again, though she barely comprehended his words. "Well this is going very well isn't it? Really just what I was looking for. Your sponsor will be most satisfied with you I think." Billie squirmed and mewled, desperately aware of the void that began between her legs and wended up inside her, seemingly to her very essence. She was a vessel for him and she needed to be filled. "Yes, making you rebellious upstarts into sexy women is a particular favourite of the clients, and the company. Some of you, despite your lack of breeding, have quite good genes, and these can actually be minimally affected by the transformation. By making you into women, these good genes can be brought into the important bloodlines." He spoke casually, as if explaining to her some interesting morsel of information he'd read in that day's paper. "Cock," she whispered, her mind managing with effort to form the word that represented her greatest need. "Fuck me," she said. "Ah, well," said Tony with a grin "I'm not sure that was working out so well for you was it? You were experiencing a bit of pain there weren't you? Billie nodded and bit her lip. Yes, it had been all hurty. "One last act of the nannites my dear. They're rebuilding your hymen every time I fully withdraw from you. Pretty quick work eh? And of course, it's extra strong." He paused and walked to a draw in the side of the wall. "Of course, we have a solution to that problem. But as always, there's a price." He turned. In his hands were the black lace and pink satin panties that Lana had picked out for Billie earlier that day. Billie's heart skipped. They were so pretty. She'd look so sexy in them. Sexy for Tony. She giggled and managed to climb to her feet. She reached out her delicate hands towards the delicate knickers. "Ah ah ah!!" said Tony, holding the feminine little garment away from her grasp. "I said that there's a price. Don't you want to know what that is?" Billie thought for a moment. "Ummm......yes please, thank you Mr Tony" "Well of course there's the obligatory change to your intellect. Not so much a drop this time, as there's not a great deal left in that little head of yours, but more a re-prioritisation. We'll point whatever brain cells you have left towards the things that a girl likes you really needs to know. Instead of whatever remaining knowledge you have about finance, you will instead know about how to buy expensive clothes. You'll know the most glamorous, most exclusive brands and where to find them. You'll know how best to present yourself for the enjoyment of men. You'll know which clothes make your bum look at its pert, round best, and which display your tits to luscious perfection. "Instead of knowing about how to present a pitch or seminar, you'll know about make-up. You'll know exactly how to achieve any of dozens of different looks; Seductive, slutty, cute, innocent. "Instead of knowing about science, you'll know about sex. You will know every technique under the sun to pleasure a man. Your fingers and your tongue will be instruments of sexual ecstasy. You will know how to curve and press and gyrate your whole body to drive a man crazy with desire. And that's really the other part of it. You will be always available for sex. You will need it, crave it. It will be virtually the only thing you'll be able to think about. Whenever you're not having sex, you'll be preparing for it. Making yourself beautiful, desirable. Flirting and giggling." Tony finished speaking and held out the little black and pink panties. Billie was wet again. Everything that Tony was saying excited her. She examined herself and knew that sex wasn't the only thing that she thought about or liked, but she knew that it was the best thing. She knew that she would be giving things up and she knew that those things used to matter to her, but she really needed to have sex. And she really needed those pretty little panties. She reached out again and took them from Tony. They glided softly up her legs as she pulled them on. Tony was grinning and she couldn't help but giggle in response. It was what he wanted. She was making herself into a sex toy for him. She paused, the panties inches from her crotch, and gave him her biggest, sexiest grin. He nodded and she bit her lip with desire. She decided to give him a little show. She turned to show him her perfect ripe peach of a bottom and shimmied her way into the panties, swaying her hips as she worked the thong up into her crack. She squeeked playfully as she felt them tighten, deploying the army of tiny nannites inside her, and then her back arched and her she threw her head back as deep, powerful pleasure overrode her senses. They were working on her cunt; her pussy, her vagina, and it was magnificent. She was a lightning rod for ecstasy, a perfect little fuck button. Thoughts flashed through her mind. Pictures of her in every kind of sexy lingerie. Panties, bras, teddies, corsets, stockings and suspenders. Silk, satin, lace, leather, rope, PVC. She knew exactly how they would feel against her skin. She knew the names of the styles and where to buy them. Each one would present her body in a new and wonderful way for her man. She knew how she would move and how she would touch his body to bring him pleasure. She knew she was a slut, and she loved it. She saw barely-there bikinis, tight dresses and towering heels. They were all just so her. Images came to her in which she knelt before a great man, sucking and teasing with her tongue. It made her hot. She saw herself covered in cum, dicks pointed at her face and tits. She knew it was her place. ----------------------------------------------------------- Reality began to come back into focus. She was back in the plain white room. HE was behind her. There was a table in front of her that she hadn't previously realised was there, or perhaps hadn't been there before. But she didn't care. She placed her hands on the table and bent over, presenting herself to him. He approached her and ran his big warm hands down her back. She felt them come together at her tiny waist and then follow the rounded contours of her wide hips and juicy bottom. She loved it. To be enjoyed. To be consumed. Her tiny little panties were soon around her knees and she felt Tony's cock line up at her dripping wet cunt. "Fuck me Tony," she said softly but without doubt. "Fuck your little whore." He gripped her arse tight and plunged into her. She exclaimed and then began to moan, a deep gutteral sound that had no regard for how it appeared to others, but was entirely born from the pleasure growing within her. This angle allowed him to penetrate her even more deeply, and she soon heard the slapping sound of his balls against her rear each time he thrust himself into her. "YES! HARDER!" she managed to communicate between her moans. He gave her what she wanted, pounding her with great fury. He large tits bounced wildly on her chest. Her long fingernails gripped into the wood of the table. "Oh, yeah baby. You like that don't you?" said Tony. "I knew you would. I knew, even from our first meeting, that you would make a great fucking slut. I knew that you'd take my dick inside you. That you'd call for more like the whore that you were made to be." "Oh yes baby. Yes, I was made to be your fucking slut. I'm just your pretty little whore!! AhhhhhHHHH!!!" she screamed as the orgasm overcame her. Her pussy tightened around his cock and she felt it swell one final time before it erupted inside her. She felt his cum filling her up, satisfying her desire, completing her purpose. She felt it flooding her, filling up her womb, hot and potent. His dick still inside her, Tony leaned forward and enveloped Billie within his arms and they writhed together in the afterglow. She was happy. His. She felt his big hands grasping and squeezing her big tits. She was so glad to have them; to make him happy. He withdrew his embrace and pulled out of her with a pop. When she turned she saw that he had stepped away from her and was now passionately kissing Mandy. Something slowly descended in her heart. At first she didn't know what it was, but as she looked again at Tony and Mandy in a tight embrace, it slowly came to her. She wasn't really his. Mandy was his. She was just a passing fancy. Her emotions must have been clear on her face, as Lana came and stood behind her and placed her hand around her shoulders. "What's wrong honey?" "Oh, Lana." She turned toward her friend, her head bent low as she pulled the black and pink panties back up. "You know I think you're, like, so amazing and stuff, and having sex as a girl is just so so great, but...." "It's OK babe. You can tell me." "It's just that....I'm not like you. I don't want to have sex just for the sake of sex. I want that." She pointed with her long manicured finger to Mandy and Tony, looking deeply into each other's eyes. "I want someone to love me like Tony loves Mandy. I want to love someone like Mandy loves Tony. I used to have it, you know, like, before. And it felt like maybe I would find it again when we were in the club with Olly." Lana placed her hand under Billie's chin and raised it so that their eyes met. "It's OK sweetie, I know. The company understands all about this stuff. If you weren't meant to have these feelings then you wouldn't be having them. I'm sure that Tony has something planned for you that will fulfil your every desire." Lana looked up and caught Tony's eye. "Tony, baby," she said pleadingly. "Is there something more for our sweet little Billie?" Tony looked over at the two girls and smiled. "Ah yes, I almost forgot." He walked to the wall again and opened another drawer. From it he took another garment, and he held it up for Billie to see. It was the bra that matched the panties she was wearing, in pink satin topped with black lace and with a feminine pink bow at the front between the cups. Billie's heart leapt at the sight of it. It was so pretty and feminine. "I know that you want love Billie," said Tony. "I know that you have a great yearning for it. That you have experienced it and now that part of you is empty. We could have erased it if we had wished, but I kept it in you for a reason." Wynne was confused. Why would they make her feel empty. It didn't seem fair. "What would you say if I told you that all of those feelings of love, all of that connection that you knew, could be switched, redirected to someone new, someone who you could have, and who would have you? The hard part is generating the feeling. Pointing it to someone else is relatively easy." Billie thought hard. Something about what had been said sounded deeply wrong; a betrayal or a lie, but she so wanted to love and be loved. She believed in it, and she needed it in her life. She didn't want to be just a sex toy for Tony and his friends. She wanted to belong to someone. Tony was talking again. "This bra, Billie, is your passport to happiness. It leads to the fulfilment of your purpose. It will unite you with a man who you will love and adore. And he will adore you too, because you have been made to his own specifications. This bra will complete that process, and make the final physical and mental changes to bring you to completion." She took the bra from his hands and ran it through her fingers. It was light and insubtantial, made of soft fabric and decorated in such a pretty feminine way. And yet it was her destiny. She looked into the eyes of each person in the room in turn for confirmation. Lana's eyes were full of excitement, Tony's with purpose and Mandy's with encouragement. She placed her arms through the straps, reached around behind her and fastened the bra in place.