Previously...........................................
- Mockingbird Awakens - A New Day Dawns
Mockie began to wake up after the tumultuous past five days, where her
body had been racked with pains, excessive sweating, hallucinations,
incoherent babblings, and a constant thirst. Weakly she opened her eyes
with her vision after first being blurry, slowly regaining focus till
she was able to once more see clearly. "Owwwwww.....helllll," she
mumbled to no one in particular, as she still felt like a used up rag
doll. Out of the corner of her left twitching eyes, she caught sight of
her big sis Harley, gazing at her intently.
"Well, sis," Harley began gently, "it's about time you came back around
to the living." She took a cool, damp clothe and gently bathed her
little sis' face.
"Ummmmmm, ummmmm, ummmm," Mockie began falteringly, "what's, what's,
what's happening? she asked in a soft tone, her memory foggy. "How long,
how long, have I been out" she begged her big sis for the answer
"Silly girl," Harley began, "you have been out for a little more than
five days." Soothingly she continued. "As to what has been happening,
well, let's just say you have a new beginning," she murmured, softly.
"Sis, you have a lot to learn starting today," she paused for effect,
then continued, "your body, has under gone massive changes and you are
NOW completely female, inside and out sis." she finished with light
laughter.
"Ummmmmmmmmmmm, completely female, sis, I don't understand," Mockie
spoke hesitantly, "what do you mean sis?" she asked quizzically.
"Well baby girl," Harley stated firmly, "suffice it to say, that your
internal plumbing is exactly like mine!" she spoke emphatically. "Your
body has under gone a complete metamorphous," again she paused as she
took in the shocked expression of her little sister, "you have ovaries,
all your eggs, which are stored in the upper corner of your uterus, a
sweet vulva, fallopian tubes, and your vulva contains your labia majora,
mons pubis, labia minora, your hooded clit, and glands within your sweet
outer pussy that will help lubricate your pretty flower, and like WOW,
that is such a phat, lush, extremely sensitive pussy you have." Harley
stopped for a few seconds to let it all sink in, then continued. "Your
tits are now all yours, they are your boobs, your mammaries, your
breasts and baby girl you sure do carry a good pair of knockers." she
finished with a flourish of excitement.
"OMG, OMG. OMG," Mockie uttered through her shocked pursed lips, "It's
true, really true, Harley......" she pondered in a questioning tone.
Laughing, Harley stated matter of factly, "You betacha, sis, you are a
complete bitch, just like me now!"
- Mockingbird Rises for the New Day
Mockie looked to her older sister, as she lay about on her hospital bed,
the announcement by Harley, that she was now a complete bitch stunning
her into silence. She just wanted to lay there all day and relook the
path that her life had taken and was about to take. She had no idea the
depths that she had to relearn managing her daily routines as although
she had followed along with all the suggestions that Harley had
instilled in her during the periods that Harley had induced a deep
hypnotic state; but this was different, she could feel the difference
deep in her frame and for now she just wanted to take the time to
recover from the grueling five days and nights of agony that she endured
due to the treatment that she had undergone.
Harley, looked at her little sister resting in the hospital bed, in deep
thought; but Harley had plans for her little sister and the first matter
that had to be handled was her sister's first trip to the gynecologist.
Harley figured that there was no time like the present for Mockingbird
to undergo her first female examination and identify the actions that
she would need to adhere to for the next thirty or so years. "Sis,"
Harley started to speak, "you need to get up, take a quick shower and
slip into your clothes." Harley paused a second. "Nice, fresh panties,
bra, a loose blouse, denim skirt, bobby socks will do and a pair of low
heeled pumps." Harley finished with, "While you're getting dressed, I'm
going to get us set-up to so that you will be seen my doctor." One last
breath then. "She will see us right away, I'm sure of that and then we
can head back here after your first girlie exam and we can talk."
Mockie slowly sat up in the hospital bed, turning so that her buns were
resting along the left side of the bed and her slender feet were hanging
down the side. Just as slowly as she had turned while raising to the
seated position, she gently slid off the bed and as her uncovered feet
met the carpeted flooring of hers and Harley's bedroom she felt a
tingling sensation running up her shins, calves and thighs. This was a
new feeling for her and she stopped her movements as she took it all in.
Harley had been watching her little sister and a thought had entered her
mind. She wanted Mockingbird to wear plain white full cut, high waisted
cotton panties and a matching bra. She did not want her sis to wear her
wickedly wild lingerie, she wanted Mockie to wear virginal white all
cotton undies. "Baby girl," for the first time, Harley began to use a
new moniker for her little sister, as she continued to speak. "I want
you to slip into a pair of white cotton full cut panties and a matching
bra." A twinkle played about Harley's eyes as she finished her words.
"You can find several sets in my lingerie drawer, choose what you want,
as it will be my special gift to you, my sweet, virginal sister."
Mockie, made her way to Harley's dresser and opened the top drawer which
was filled with neatly folded panties on one side, and matching bras on
the other side of a low divider. She spotted the four full cut white
cotton panties and deftly picked up one of the pairs of panties. She
then looked to where the bras were arranged by color with the soft white
cotton bras at the rear of the draw, each neatly folded so that the
straps were all tucked under the bra cups. Careful not to make a mess
of Harley's lingerie drawer, as it had taken Mockingbird a full thirty
minutes to arrange the drawer to Harley's commands during the first
month, that she had been here in the lair, she picked up the all white
cotton bra, then closed the drawer. She next made her way to her
closet, where she snapped up a hanger on which hung a light pink blouse,
with ruffled half sleeves and a plunging neckline. Underneath the
blouse was a high waisted, knee length, light washed blue denim skirt.
Before closing the door of her closet, she bent over at her slender
waist and quietly picked up a pair of low heeled black pumps, then
closed the door. Finally she went to her own dresser and opened one of
the side drawers in which there were neatly folded stockings, pantyhose,
leggings, and socks of various styles. Reaching inside, she pulled out
a pair of white lacy bobby socks, then she closed the drawer and padded
off to the bathroom to use the toilet and take a quick shower.
- Joker takes a trip
As Joker's two gals were preparing for the trip to Harley's doctor,
Joker made his way to the make-shift lab deep on the other side of the
underground lair, where the geneticist doctor was at. He was heading
there to collect up the full figured female who had provided the
transformative treatment protocols to Mockingbird; but who was now
currently dressed in fishnet pantyhose, calf length 4 inch heeled
stiletto boots, a pair of black leather booty shorts, and a dark red
tube top that barely covered her large boobs. She sported a spiked
hair-do, with multi-strands of hair that were of various colors. Her
ears each held five piercings, along with a large nose ring, belly
button ring and hidden under booty shorts, fishnet pantyhose and a pair
of dark purple thong panties was a studded ball-bearing ring firmly
attached to her clit. Her fingers sported 3 inch long needle point gold
colored nails and around her neck there was a leather collar identifying
her as whore 34. Joker was heading to the lab to collect up the female
and drop her off at the stripper club that he owned and where she would
not only be plying a trade as a new stripper; but as a hooker for the
club. Until she earned a name, she would be known as whore 34, and the
patented Joker gas that she was given daily would insure her desire to
put out to the various clients that visited the club, all of whom were
members of Gotham's underworld and a good number of which were also in
various agencies of Gotham's public services. After dropping that
female off at the club, Joker was going to be heading out of Gotham for
several days, as he had some nefarious dealings that he needed to check
on. As he was making his way to the make-shift lab, Joker recalled with
mirth behind his ghostly painted eyes the first two months in which
Mockingbird had been in his captivity. The once youthful young male
adult required many hours of training as he was being transformed into
the feminine creature he fought against becoming; but which was slowly
happening under the tutelage of Joker and Harley Quinn. While Harley
had been primarily responsible for teaching Mockingbird how to dress
like a female, Joker had taken on the task of praising his new girl, or
punishing her as he taught her to learn the skills of a thief and
criminal. It was painstaking, as he had begun her training, by having
her settle on his lap while he and Harley ran schemes and plans for
various heists. While she was settled on his lap, in her altered jester
outfit, she was required to rest her head against his wide muscular
chest. She was also required to place her outside hand up against the
opposite side of his clothed chest, from which she rested her covered
head. As she was sitting in this manner, Joker had a firm grip about
her covered rump, which over the course of time was slowly altered from
a masculine appearance towards a feminine appearance. He would at times
knead her buns as she sat across his lap and Joker knew that for the
first few weeks, the psyche of Robin was mortified, humiliated and
fearful all at the same time. Each time that a heist was in the
planning stages, Joker would add an additional incentives to his newest
jester, or he would administer the shock punishment if she did not
respond as he wanted. For the first few weeks, it was always the Robin
psyche that was in firm control, as the Mockingbird psyche was just in
the secluded baby stages of birth in Joker's newest gal. As time wore
on and Joker added new responses from MB, while planning the heists,
Robin was slowly loosing his grip and allowing brief moments of feminine
responses to emerge. Feminine responses that were centered on acting in
the manner that Joker desired to see from his girl and those responses
were passed on to the weakening psyche of Robin by Mockingbird. Joker
had his new girl identify various means and methods of gaining entry
into a bank, jewelry, or art gallery, which ever heist he planned. The
first time that he pressed for MB to identify a means of entry without
sounding the alarm, Robin had refused and received a small jolt of pain
from the shock collar, which caused him to fall off Joker's lap and land
his rump on the floor, withering in pain. Joker had waited a minute or
two and then pointed to his lap. His new girl resumed her position on
his lap and again Robin rested her covered jester head against Joker's
chest and placed her painted nails on the opposite side of Joker's
masculine chest. Joker knew that Robin was being conditioned to think
of himself as a her and that Harley was placing Robin into deep trances
during the late evening hours, prior to his two jesters settling for the
night time. Joker had taken a spell and not engaged the new jester in
conversations after that jolt of pain. He had allowed Robin to recover
and to think about that experience, all the while needing to keep her
head resting on his broad muscular chest. Harley and Joker had ended
the planning session a short while later and it was not until the next
day, that they resumed planning for the heist. This time, when Joker
pressed Robin for the best means for gaining entry, Robin had recalled
the painful jolt from the last planning session and although not wanting
to provide the information, his new jester, did not wish to experience
another jolt and grudgingly provided Joker with the answer. When Robin
had supplied the answer, Joker gently moved his new jester's covered
head away from his broad chest and planted a kiss upon MB's ghostly pale
forehead, then he allowed MB to once more rest her head upon his broad
chest. Although mostly frustrated and a bit humiliated at the sign of
affection by Joker, his new jester accepted the praise and re-
positioning of her head upon Joker's clothed chest. Joker and Harley
then discussed way in which Bats might try to foil the heist and during
their conversation, Joker had again pressed Robin to supply answers.
Here, Joker took strong note of the hesitant young adult's response and
when Mockingbird firmly began to shake her covered head, he had held up
the control and Robin again begrudgingly through clenched teeth,
answered Joker's question. Once more instead of pressing the control,
Joker gently pulled Robin's jester covered ghostly pale face away from
his chest and planted yet another kiss upon his new girl's forehead,
then for the remainder of the planning session had allowed Robin to rest
her face upon his chest, not bothering to press for any further
responses. As Joker recalled, the very next day after several day of
planning the heist, the trio made their way to where Joker planned to
secure a number of fine items of jewelry and had taken along several of
his henchmen. The heist went smoothly and there was no sign of Bats,
which Joker knew was going to happen; but the look on Mockie's face when
Batman failed to show up to foil the heist was memorable. Robin's face
was twisted in anguish at not being able to have Batman show up to
secure his freedom and she presented with a crestfallen look. Unknown
to Robin/MB was that Joker had set a false trail for Bats and was glad
to know that Bats at the moment of the heist was at a jewelry shop clear
across the many miles of Gotham. Mockingbird had taken part in the
heist, snagging several handfuls of precious gems and Joker had taken
note how his new jester, gazed at them with a sign of longing, as her
newly sculpted fingers and forest green painted nails caressed the
jewels; but she did not hold back from placing them all into the sack
that he carried. Upon returning to the lair though, Joker reached into
the sack and pulled out two of the gems and handed them to Mockingbird,
directing her to take some time with her big sis and create a couple of
rings that she could wear. The look that MB gave him was precious, as
it was filled with shame, humiliation, fear, embarrassment, and a bit of
lust, as her fingers lightly gripped the gems. It took a swat on her
slowly transforming backside from Harley, before she had once more
realized that she needed to thank him and as she had been conditioned,
MB sought to place a kiss upon his right cheek. She had barely reached
it though and the kiss had landed on his lower chin. The two jesters
then left his company and he did not see his new girl again until early
afternoon of the following day. When MB did arrive with her big sis,
she was wearing a halter top of red and green and at her naval was a new
belly ring in which was housed one of the two gems that he had gifted to
his new jester, with a small chain attached and a capital J gold letter
centered on the small chain. Joker continued to recall how over the
next few weeks the trio would plan a heist and each time MB was required
to engage in the interactions and provide suggestions and ideas. If she
hesitated, she received a small shock and when she provided the answer,
she received the kiss on her forehead. After planning the heists, the
trio, along with several henchmen would then act on the plan and each
time that the heist was in progress, Batman would be at another location
due to Joker setting another false trail. Each time that Bats failed to
show the look of depression, puzzlement, and a slowly building anger was
noted on his new girl's ghostly face. During a fourth heist, Joker even
had one of his henchmen, that MB had not met, play the part of a rent-a-
cop. The thug arrived at the scene and had pulled his gun, aiming it at
Mockingbird and telling her to freeze. Joker had stepped in and cold-
cocked the thug, posing as a rent-a-cop and the look on his new jester's
face was priceless. It was quite possibly the first time that the
Mockingbird psyche was let free, for without hesitation she flew into
his arms and planted a big kiss, which landed at his chin, and she
profusely thanked him for saving her. From that point onward, Joker no
longer laid a false trail during the planning and execution of the
heists and on the next heist, MB was forced to encounter Bats and she
had hesitated a bit; but still complied with the suggestions that had
been constantly instilled in her, through the hypnotic suggestions and
the training she had undergone. During that encounter with Bats,
Mockingbird's persona had been front and center and when Batman sought
to use the batarang against him, she had stepped forward to protect him
from the device, thusly returning the deed from when his thug who had
played the part of the rent-a-cop and had threatened MB. That thug was
currently taking an extended vacation in Las Vegas. Joker recalled all
these events as he was making his way to the lab and when he arrived at
the door of the lab, he returned his thoughts to the present time. Due
to the transformation treatment of the past week, his new jester was a
full female now and he knew that Harley was going to take Mockingbird to
the doctor today for her first ever well woman exam. His thoughts now
went to how much he was going to enjoy her new form when he returned
from his trip and how he was going to bust her cherry when the time
arrived. Until then he had work to do and that included bringing the
former female geneticist to the stripper club he owned and then travel
several hundred miles to Chicago where he was going to be meeting with
sub-elements of his nefarious criminal empire. He had made Harley aware
of his plans and that he would be returning in about seven days, and
that until he did return, that Mockingbird was to remain housed in their
suite of rooms deep in the lair.
- Mockie Meets Her Doctor
As Puddin was departing the lair with the newest stripper for his club
in tow and two of his henchmen, Harley and Mockingbird were slowly
making their way through the lair in the company of their two watchdog
henchmen. Neither of the two female jesters were dressed in their
jester outfits as they were traveling to Harley's and soon to be
Mockie's doctor. Instead both were dressed in mid-thigh length denim
skirts, and ruffled blouses. Under Harley's outfit, she wore a matching
set of pink silk panties and bra, where as Mockingbird, wore plain white
full cut cotton panties and a matching white cotton bra. Both of
Joker's girls wore white lacey bobby socks and low heeled black open
toed pumps. Silently they traveled through the lair till reaching the
parking zone where there were a number of vehicles, including two
special vehicles. One was the Jokermobile and another was redesigned
and designated as the Jestermobile. They group of two female jesters
and their two watchdogs though walked over to a black four door Mercury
Milan. The two henchmen opened the doors for their charges and as soon
as Harley and Mockingbird had settled into their seats, the two henchmen
climbed in to the front and took off for the doctor's office
Upon arriving at the doctor's office, the two henchmen remained seated
while Harley and Mockingbird exited the vehicle. They entered the
office and was met by a raven haired nurse who was aware that they were
arriving. She had already opened a new chart on her computer system and
had printed forms on a clipboard for Mockingbird to fill out, for her to
take basic vital signs and measurements and ask basic health questions
that the new patient might leave blank. The raven hair nurse was full
figured and her uniform was a basic scrub set that barely hid her
charms. She was all business with her new patient; but she did wonder
which way Mockingbird swung though as she herself was the eye candy and
lesbian lover of Doctor Janet. At times, at the underground club for
the criminal element in Gotham she and Janet would engage in petting,
caressing and late night love making with Harley and several other
female criminals and she wondered if Mockingbird might also be enticed
to join in on their merriment; but for now she was concentrating on
preparing Mockingbird for her first well woman examination. She handed
the clipboard to Mockingbird and escorted both Harley and her new
patient to an exam room, then informed them. "I will be back shortly,
please take this time to answer the questions as best as you can on the
first three forms." She waited a moment, then continued, "I will let
Doctor Janet know that you have arrived." She then exited the exam room
and traveled across the hall to the doctor's office where she first fell
into a deep embrace with Doctor Janet and allowed her lover to feel up
her scrub covered derriere and they engaged in a passionate lovers kiss.
After several minutes where Doctor Janet petted her feminine lover, the
nurse broke away and quietly stated. "I couldn't help myself Jan, I
took one look at our new patient and got all warm and wet inside." She
paused a moment. "She sure is a looker and she has Harley's eyes and
full lips."
Doctor Janet, nodded and then settled down in her high backed office
chair.
Once more all business, her nurse and lover, spoke about general
impressions that she noted, during the first few minutes in meeting with
their new patient. This allowed time to pass in which Mockingbird could
fill out the forms and after another ten minutes of passing along
information to Doctor Janet, the nurse rose up from the chair she had
settled in on the opposite side of her lover's desk, planted a light
kiss on her cheek, then left the office to return to the exam room.
When the nurse re-entered the exam room, she took note that Mockingbird
had filled out the forms and she directed her to settle on the exam
table.
As soon as Mockie settled down on the exam table, the nurse took her
vital signs. Harley was sitting in an office chair to the right side of
the room watching her sister intently. After the nurse completed with
taking Mockie's vital signs, she then set up a needle and syringe and
drew some blood from her right arm. Finally the nurse looked at
Mockingbird and stated. "Please take the next few minutes to remove all
your clothing and slip into the paper gown that is resting on the
counter right there." At which time she pointed out a folded article
sitting on a gleaming counter top. As she gathered up the equipment and
was preparing to leave the examination room, she stated, "The doctor
will be in, within a few minutes to conduct your gynecological exam."
She then turned and opened the door, exiting the room and closing the
door softly behind her.
As soon as the nurse departed the room, Mockie first removed her low
heeled pumps and white ruffled lacey bobby socks. She silently placed
her bobby socks into each shoe, then slipped downwards till the balls of
her feet lightly touched the tiled floor. She let her pumps drop down
gently on the foot stool at the end of the exam table, then unbuttoned
her pink blouse and slipped out of it. With her left hand crossing over
her cotton bra covered boobies, she allowed her blouse to drop down onto
the exam table just behind her right side. Next Mockie slipped down
straps of her bra down off her shoulders and deftly rotated the bra, so
the eye hooks of her chest straps were facing front and with practiced
care, she undid the eyehooks with the nails of her right hand, while her
left dainty hand, held the cups in place, so that the bra would not fall
away and cause her to need to retrieve it from the floor. Mockingbird
recalled the first two months in which she was with Puddin and Harley
and each time she had been preparing for bed, or changing outfits,
Harley was constantly reminding her to always take care of her wardrobe.
Anytime she made a mistake, her big sis, was quick to discipline her, at
first using the shock collar, then paddling her plump firm toned tushie,
and even snapping a slim weed rod against that caged boi clit.
Mockingbird smiled at the last moment, knowing that she no longer had a
boi clit, she had a well formed girl clit, that was right now nestled in
its hood, hiding under the outer folds of her pretty love tunnel. After
placing her bra atop the blouse, Mockie, then rose to her feet, unzipped
her skirt and shimmed out of her denim skirt. Bending forward at her
slender, tanned waist, Harley's little sis, snatched up her skirt and
folded it neatly in half length wise, then padding forward to where a
hanger sat on a clothes hook, she placed her pre-washed powder blue
denim skirt on the hanger, then finally slipped her fingers into the
waist band of her pure white cotton panties and proceeded to glide them
down her slender toned, tanned legs, till they were at her ankles. She
was careful to guide her panties down over the charm anklet resting in a
snug position just above the crest of her right ankle bone, until the
right leg of her panties was off, then she slipped her left foot out of
her white cotton panties, folded them in half and placed her panties on
top of her skirt. Mockie, then padded over to the counter in all her
feminine glory, her boobs swaying gently and her plump rip buns,
jiggling just a bit as she stepped towards the counter on the balls of
her feet, her heels remaining about two inches off the floor as she had
grown accustomed to wearing three inch and higher heels. She approached
the paper gown and when she finally reached it, she picked it up so that
it unfolded in front of her. Mockie then slipped her slender, toned,
tanned arms through the sleeves and then maneuvered the gown so that the
neckline was resting slightly above the base of her slender neck and did
not hide the collar that proclaimed she was Puddin's property.
Doctor Janet knocked on the door, then after a 15 second wait time, she
opened the door and took note that her patient was sitting on the exam
table with her blond locked head turned towards Harley and they were
conversing in low tones. As she was closing the door, Mockingbird,
turned to face her and Doctor Janet, introduced herself to Mockingbird.
"Good morning dear, I am Janet, Lewis and as of today, I will be your
primary care manager." she paused for effect, then continued. "As
Harley has most likely filled you in, I am also her doctor and have been
her physican for the past few years. Doctor Janet, allowed that to sink
in to her new patient's head, then continued. "Today, as per Harley's
request, we will be conducting your yearly gynecological exam." Again
Doctor Janet, paused for a moment, then asked. "How many exams have you
had in the past few years Mockingbird?"
Mockingbird, looked first at Doctor Janet, then swiveled her head
towards her big sis, looking for guidance.
Harley answered for her little sister, as she took note of the
telepathic thought that Mockie sent her way. "Sis, how can I answer
that?" Mockie posed to Harley. Harley, looked at Doctor Janet and
stated, "This is her first female examination, as she has been very
protective and also strongly protected from sexual activity." There was
a twinkle of merriment in Harley's blue eyes, as she continued. "My
little sister, has had no sexual intercourse with any male figure since
her onset of puberty."
Mockingbird, blushed as she heard Harley basically describe her as being
a virgin. Prior to the treatment she endured by the geneticist research
doctor, where she was transformed from a shemale to total female, she
had, or rather Robin had engaged in sexual intercourse; but that was in
male form, so Harley was right in the sense that Mockingbird was a
virgin and this knowledge was what caused her to blush. Most females
had already engaged in sexual intercourse prior to reaching the tender
age of 20; but Mockingbird who was barely 20 years of age was still a
virgin. Mockie, took note of the fact, that Doctor Janet was writing
down this information on the packet of papers that were attached to the
clipboard she had carried in with her.
Doctor Janet, pulled a swivel chair over and sat down on the chair after
placing it along the mid of the left side of the exam table, upon which
Mockingbird sat. She glanced over at Harley who was ready to fill in
answers that Mockingbird may find difficult to respond to the questions
of. Doctor Janet, then turned her gaze back to her patient. She
started asking Mockingbird a number of general questions about her
health, to which Mockie, responded in the affirmative for questions that
dealt with her general diet, exercise, if she was up to date with all
her shots and a number of other general health related questions.
Harley, interrupted Mockie's answer in regards to being up to date with
vaccinations and in a soft melodic tone. "Janet, Mockie will need to
obtain her HPV vaccinations."
Mockie gazed at her big sis and via the telepathic link that they now
shared asked, "Sis, what is a HPV vaccination?" she then followed up
with two more rapid fire questions. "Why do I need HPV vaccinations?"
and her second was. "Do I really need them?"
Harley responded to the rapid fire mental questions via the mental link
they now shared. "HPV, helps prevent genital warts, and yes you do need
them baby girl, cause you want to keep your plumbing clean of those
nasty buggers." She paused, then continued. "They can irritate your
sweet pussy and cause pain and itching." she thought for a second then
finished with. "Sides Mockie, they are very unattractive on your inner
and outer pussy lips and around that pretty tunnel of yours."
Mockingbird thought about the response from her big sis, then responded
herself. "Yuckiessssssss sis, OMG, I want my kitty to be smooth and
free of them nasties, like your pussy is Harley." she then blushed, as
she thought about how Puddin would respond if she sported warts on her
cunny and how her big sister would be very upset with her for not taking
care of her girl parts.
Harley laughed out loud as she heard both the mental comment and her
little sister's thoughts, then responded once more through the mental
link. "Girl, your pussy will be free and clear of them nasties, you
silly bitch, we will always keep both of our pussies clean of them
irritating infections that cause those ugly warts."
Doctor Janet continued to ask Mockingbird lots of questions about her
general health and after completing both questions and an examination of
her arms, legs, heart, lungs, abdomen, and face and neck area, she
calmly stated. "Mockingbird, next I will examine your breasts and I
want you to take good note of how I am conducting this exam, because I
want you to do a self breast exam once a month so that you can see if
there are any lumps or growths that are not normal." The doctor had MB
lower her paper gown to expose her breasts and she then began to place
three of her finger pads at the topmost region of Mockie's right breast.
With firm, yet gentle touch, Doctor Janet began to smoothly glide her
finger pads in a circular motion from the upper area of Mockie's breast
and traveled in an outward movement till reaching just to the edge of
her chest where he shoulder was located, then began the same circular
motion traveling downward till reaching the lower area of Mockie's right
globe. Doctor Janet continued with this same motion as she covered the
entire right breast and informed Mockingbird. "I am checking to see if
I feel any lumps in your breasts, while also looking for any dimpling,
change in color, redness, discharge, and I am taking note of the size
and shape of your breasts and if there are lumps the size and shape of
those as well." After completing the check of MB's right breast, Doctor
Janet then examined her left breast. Through-out the examination of
Mockingbird's breasts the doctor did take note that Mockingbird was a
natural milker. She wrote down on her chart after examining both of
Mockie's breasts, that her patient would need to monitor the discharge
of her breasts; but as she had taken note that the discharge was normal
breast milk she wrote down that no treatment would be needed outside of
changing her diet and monitoring. She did collect a sample of the
lactation and would have it examined; but from her experience, she did
not believe there was a major cause of concern. Finally Doctor Janet
retrieved a body tape and began to measure Mockingbird's band and bust
size. She placed the tape right below her patient's breasts, where the
band of a bra would rest and determined that Mockingbird's band size was
a 36, when she took note of the fact that the tape read 32 inches. Next
she wrapped the tape at Mockingbird's mid-section of her bust, along the
pert nipple line and determined that her bust size was 39.5 inches which
rounded up to 40 inches. She then spoke up and stated to Mockingbird,
"Young lady, when you are purchasing your bras, make sure that you are
looking for 36D cup bras, as they will be your best sizing to start
with." she paused a moment, then continued, "You may need to go up one
band size; but if you do, then you will want to go down one bust size."
then she finished with, "I will provide you with a file with your
measurements and options when your examination is complete."
Next, the doctor asked Mockingbird to slide to the very edge of the exam
table, place her feet into the stirrups and to spread her knees apart
during the exam, then to lay backwards on the exam table. Because Doctor
Janet knew it would be an awkward position, she began to ask Mockingbird
questions about what her likes and dislikes were. While engaging her
patient in this conversation she began to visually examine Mockingbird's
external genitalia using gloved fingers on the lips of her patient's
labia to spread them apart. She was checking for any abnormalities,
such as warts, cuts, irregular hair distribution, and any signs of
sexually transmitted diseases and any hormonal issues.
During the next, part of Mockie's exam her doctor will put some wet
jelly on a speculum and began to insert it about 2/3 of the way into
MB's vaginal canal. The speculum was then opened slightly and Doctor
Janet began to look through viewing Mockingbird's vagina and cervix
which connected her outer love tunnel to her patient's uterus.
Mockingbird felt a bit of discomfort, but it was not be painful. Mockie
was a bit embarrassed at first; but through her psychic connection with
Harley, she endured the procedure as her new doctor also informed her
that she was going to take a sample of her vaginal fluid and check it
for any infection. Mockie heard Doctor Janet state that she was also
going to take a pap smear from her cervix and that she might experience
a few minor cramps while she was taking these samples.
Once the doctor was finished with taking the samples of fluid and the
pap smear, she gently closed and removed the speculum from her patient's
vaginal canal. Still wearing her gloves Doctor Janet informed
Mockingbird that she was now going to conduct a bimanual exam of her
pelvic area. She placed some lubricant on her gloved fingers of her
right hand, which she slowly inserted into Mockingbird's vaginal canal
and with her left hand she slowly and gently placed it just around her
belly and began to feel for the size of MB's uterus, and to sense any
tenderness around her ovaries and fallopian tubes. As soon as she was
complete with this final part of her examination, Doctor Janet sat back,
looked at Mockingbird and stated. "Young lady, you appear in very good
health, your vagina, uterus, ovaries and fallopian tubes are all within
normal limits and the samples of fluids that I took are just to back up
my findings." The doctor paused then continued, "You are lactating; but
that has happened with other patients and I want you to just monitor
your lactation for any signs that it is not normal breast milk." she
stopped again, then resumed her instructions. "You will probably stop
lactating within a few weeks and if not, you can come back and we will
re-examine your breasts." Finally she concluded, "You may have some
light spotting and for that I want you to use one of the panty liners we
have here." As she collected up all the used instruments and the
samples that she had taken, Doctor Janet, also opened a drawer, removed
a packaged panty liner and handed it to Mockingbird. Then she asked.
"Do you have any last questions before I leave you to getting dressed?"
Mockie, looked straight at Doctor Janet and slightly shook her blond
locked head in the sign of a no. As soon as the doctor left the exam
room, Mockie rose up from the table, went to where he clothes were hung
up and began to get dressed after removing the paper gown. She
retrieved her full white cotton panties and then opened up the package
containing the panty liner. Quickly she secured the panty liner ontop
of the gusset of her panties, then she slipped into her panties, making
sure that the gusset and panty liner was settled about her closed kitty.
Then she slipped into her bra, followed by her blouse, denim skirt,
bobby socks and finally her opened toed low heeled pumps. She then
moved towards a mirror secured to the wall and quickly ran her delicate
hands through her hair, allowing the bangs of her blond locks to fall
gently across her forehead. She took note of how she looked then turned
towards her big sis and said. "All dressed Harley."
Harley looked at her little sister, then stated. "Now we wait for you
to receive your HPF shots."
The two jesters remained in the examination room for several more
minutes before the nurse returned with several needles filled with
various medications and immunizations, plus a package of pills.
Mockingbird dutifully received all the shots which ranged from tetnus, a
HPV shot and other meds that she needed to boost her immune system. The
nurse stated clearly, "You are receiving your first HPV shot today; but
will need to return in about two months for your second shot." She
paused, then commented on the package of pills. "These are birth
control pills, follow the directions on the package as there are one
week of pills that are to be taken during the week that you are on your
period and do not contain any hormones." She waited a moment to let the
directions sink in then closed with. "Have a good day Mockingbird and
if you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to contact us
for advice."
Mockingbird, thanked the nurse and stated. "I have no questions at this
time and will remember to come back in two months for follow up."
Noting the response, the nurse bid farewell to both Harley and
Mockingbird, then exited the room, leaving the door open so that Joker's
two jesters could depart as well, which they did.
- Mockie's Experiences the Curse
As they were exiting the clinic, Harley turned towards Mockingbird and
pulled her into a deep embrace, asking in a hushed tone. "All done with
your first girlie exam sis, how do you feel?"
Mockie, gazed at Harley with a shy embarrassed look, then responded.
"Sis, I felt like both the nurse and doctor were checking me out, like a
piece of meat at times."
Harley laughingly replied, "Well in case you did not pick up on it,
Janet is the nurse's lesbian stud and you might be right," A twinkle
spilled about Mockie's big sis's eyes as she finished. "they probably
were looking at you like a hot piece of fuck meat, which you most
definitely are!" Harley paused a moment, then finished. "You can bet
that when we go back to our club, that if they are present, you might
just wind up being sandwiched between them on the dance floor!"
Mockingbird blushed greatly at the statements of her big sis, then
thought about being sandwiched between the doctor and nurse and a shiver
of excitement and wonderment spread through her body and she felt a
moistening of her nether lips. Then Mockie realized what she was
thinking.....her nether lips, her tunnel, the shock of realizing that
she was completely female now and the need to keep her legs closed to
all of the male populace excluding Puddin, caused a bit of fear in her
heart, plus another rush of heat to her face. As these thoughts were
coursing through her brain cells, her abdominal walls began to clench
and contract and she felt a cramping pain low in her abdomen.
Harley looked at her little sis as she was privy to her inner most
thoughts and she nodded towards Mockie, until she noted the cramping
pain that Mockingbird was experiencing. They had left the clinic; but
were still inside the building, which not only housed the clinic for
members of the underworld; but also underworld banking offices, a
massage parlour for male criminals, therapists who catered solely to the
criminal underworld and a few other nefarious underworld organizations.
She spied a short corridor where there were signs for male and female
toilets. Firmly gripping Mockie under her left arm, Harley guided her
towards the female facilities.
"Ummmmm, Harley, I don't think I need to use the bathroom," Mockingbird
began tentatively. "oh, you need to use it?" she finished in a
questioning tone.
"Noooooooooooo, you need to make a quick protection change." Harley
firmly declared.
Scratching her blond locks as they entered the female toilet, Mockie,
was about to ask, what her big sis meant, as another stronger cramp
smashed her guts. "Yeeeeeeeeoooooooooowwww." she cried with pain from
the cramping.
A twinkle of mischief in her eyes, Harley stated, "Puddin told me that
you would probably start your period soon after recovering from the
treatment." she paused a moment, then continued. "He also warned that
it would be a very powerful period." she hesitated for a moment, then
soothingly spoke. "I 'm sorry that it started sooo soon after your
first girlie exam."
Shocked at hearing the pronouncment, Mockingbird, began to feel panic,
"No, no, no, no, Harley, I'm not ready for this yet," fear filled her
eyes, as she rambled on, "nooooo, I don't want this period now," a
slight shaking was building in her limbs from the fear of having to
experience this dreadful curse, as she continued to refuse to accept
this moment, "nooooooooooooo, we can go back to Doctor Janet, she can
stop this for me." Her emotions began to shift, as a bit of anger
filled her. "I can't have this freaking curse right now, I AM NOT
READY," she shouted the last three words. "I'M NOT PREPARED for this
crap yet, I refuse this period." she stamped her feet, as she glared at
Harley. "WHY DO YOU BITCHES HAVE TO HAVE PERIODS SO FREAKING FAST?"
she snarled out as defeat began to settle in.
Harley had enough and before her little sis could continue on with her
rampage, she smacked her firmly about her right cheek, then sternly
stated. "US BITCHES and that includes YOU, baby girl, have OUR periods
as OUR BODIES adjust to changes." Harley then pulled her little sis
into a deep embrace and lowered her tone of voice to a soft whisper.
"You just went through a week of hell, transforming from a half-girl, to
a FULL FEMALE," she paused a second. "that is a huge change for you,
Mockie." Harley let that sink in a moment, then continued, "This curse
as we call it, is now YOUR CURSE as well," Harley planted a kiss on her
little sis' forehead which was beaded with a glistening moisture, as she
continued to speak, "sooo little sis, deal with YOUR CURSE, and enjoy
the ride as much as you can." She paused a moment, then finished as she
looked deep into Mockingbird's tear brimmed eyes. "It will not be
stopped, even though there is meds for that, for this painful curse is
yours and you will have it every month for years to come."
MB, looked at her big sis through her eyes filled with tears, anger,
embarrassment, shame, pain and a slow understanding that Harley was not
going to allow her a way out of having her period, and a period she was
not ready for; but which Harley would have her endure. She looked at
Harley and started. "But sis." When she felt Harley roughly spanked her
skirted rump twice, signaling that no back talk or further denial was
allowed, Joker's newest jester ceased her desire to voice her
displeasure with having to endure this curse, that all females deal with
on a monthly basis. As another abdominal cramp rocked her, Mockingbird
began to accept her fate, albeit with a sign of frustration noted upon
her creamy smooth, lightly tanned facial features.
Harley looked intently at her little sister, then directed, "Up with
your skirt, down with you panties and on to the toilet Mockie."
Trepidation in her face, Harley's little sister and Puddin's latest
jester, complied with her big sis's direction. As she sat down on the
toilet, Mockie glanced down at her white cotton panties and noted that
the panty liner was lightly covered with bloody fluids. She glanced
back up towards Harley, with a bit OH, look on her delicate facial
features, as she took stock of her fate, in truly needing to change out
the liner for a pad, so that her menstrual flow would not ruin her
feminine undies. She knew now that this was not the sympathetic
experience that she had felt as the girlie-boy jester she had originally
been modified into since Harley and Mr. J, had captured her. No, this
was a true female period and it was hers. Her period, her monthly flow,
her need to use pads and take cramp tablets. Her big sis was right,
this was her curse to deal with and she knew that she did not have a
choice. She could not run away from her period. She could not stop the
flow of her menses. She could not turn back the clock and return to the
girlie-boy, that Harley and Puddin had initially turned her into. No
she had to do what every female since the dawn of time had to do, when
it came to her monthly period. She had to deal with it as Harley had
sternly told her. She allowed herself to pee, then using toilet paper,
she wiped her slit from the front moving backwards and dropped the used
toilet paper into the bowl. Next she reached into her shoulder purse,
pulled out a wrapped pad, unwrapped the pad and placed it on her naked
right knee. Next she reached down to her panties and removed the panty
line coated with her menses. She slipped that used liner into the
wrapper and tossed the wrapped disgusting panty liner into a small trash
bin. Finally she took her clean pad and placed it so that the sticky
side was down and would sit evenly on the gusset of her panties. As she
was starting to stand up, she had a good grip on her white cotton
panties and pulled them up, so that her padded panties nestled
comfortably about her bald beaver. Finally she allowed her denim skirt
to drop back down and smoothed it out from front to back. Mockie then
went to the wash basin, where she washed and dried her hands and then
opened her purse once more where she extracted her bottle of cramp
tablets, shook two tablets out, closed the bottle up and dropped it back
into her purse. She then popped her two cramp tablets in her mouth,
then cupped her hands under the flowing water of the sink and allowed
them to fill with water. She brought her delicate hands filled with
water to her mouth and filled her mouth with the water, so that her
cramp tablet pills could be swallowed, which she did. She then turned
off the water and after checking her appearance one last time in the
mirror in the bathroom, Mockie glided back to her big sis' side and was
ready to depart the restroom and the building.
Robin's psyche locked down deep in his/her brain cells also experienced
the total female examination and the onset of his/her period. He/she
was shocked senseless at the intrusion when the doctor slipped the
speculum into his/her new orifice and withdrew deeper into his psychic
prison cell. He/she adamantly refused to accept this humiliation and
tightly shut his/her tear stained eyes as the examination had
progressed. As bad as the examination was, the onset of his/her first
menstrual period brought abject terror to his already damaged mind. Not
for the first time and definetly not to be the last, Robin curled up in
a tight ball and whispering to his self/herself he/she cried him
self/herself to a fitful sleep.
The two female jesters clothed in regular ordinary clothing, exited the
building arm in arm, with Harley guiding her little sister towards the
car. As they were approaching the car, the two thugs assigned as their
bodyguards, exited the vehicle and opened the doors for each jester.
The closer that Harley and Mockingbird got to the car, the stronger the
scent of a bitch in heat invaded the two thugs senses. These two
bodyguards fought back the urge to act on the scent that invaded them as
they both knew that if they were to accost either of Joker's girls, that
they could wind up in the same predicament that their pals had ended up
in, namely being eliminated from Joker's gang in the most hideous manner
known to the criminal underworld; but when the looked at each other over
the top of the car, they knew that as soon as they dropped off Joker's
two gals, that they were going to run out to the boss' strip club and
avail themselves of the females that plied their wares there. With much
haste, the two thugs ushered their charges into the back seat of the
car, jumped into their seats in the front, revved up the vehicle and
sped off, wanting to get back to the lair as fast as possible so that
they could drop of the two jesters and go hunt up some sweet fillies to
fuck, as their level of raging horniness was growing by the second.
The ride back to the lair took very little time due to the fact that the
thugs in the front were becoming enraged with a need to fuck, all due to
the fact that Mockingbird's start of her period was affecting the
bodyguards. It had taken about 30 minutes to travel from the lair to
the clinic and the return trip from the clinic to the lair to just under
12 minutes. As soon as the vehicle arrived, the two thugs popped out of
the car, opened the door for their charges to exit and as soon as Harley
and Mockingbird were 5 feet away from the car, you could hear the
slamming of all four doors as the thugs jumped back into the car and
sped off in order to gain relief from their raging hardons.
The two thugs were not the only ones who had experienced increased
sexual urges. Mockingbird herself was feeling extremely flushed with
heated needs. While riding in the back seat with her big sis Harley, MB
had felt her body grow hotter and hotter and she kept opening and
closing her legs, constantly feeling a need to have something happen to
her; but she was not able to figure out that need. This was all new to
Mockie, this hunger, these wanton urges, this desire to be filled.
During the few months that she as Robin and then the girlie-boy she had
been transformed into, had been in captivity with her big sis and Joker,
she had not experienced the urges that now invaded her totally female
form. It was all new to the little minx and this increasing hunger was
also causing an increase in her menstrual flow, which heightened her
desires and the scent that she gave off. "Freakinnnnngggg shit," she
thought, "not only do I have to put up with being on the rag for real;
but now these freaaaakinnnnng urges are bombarding my senses." She had
started several times to reach between her legs and under her skirt to
massage that hot mound of her; but each time her big sis had slapped her
hands away.
"Baby girl," Harley passed on to her little sister through the
telepathic link, "keep your legs closed and hands away from YOUR steamy
pussy!"
Mockie had complied with the direction as much as she could; but it took
constant suggestions from Harley for her to keep her composure. Mockie
was very happy when they finally arrived at the lair and could exit the
vehicle, as when they were getting their distance from the two henchmen,
her heated desires were slowly lessening.
During the ride back to the lair, Harley had contacted the thugs that
were at the lair and strongly advised them to make themselves scarce
until she and Mockie were ensconced in their boudoir. Once they had
arrived and departed the vehicle, Harley took note that there were no
henchmen in sight and she quickly escorted her little sister to their
boudoir. Harley noted the constant distress in Mockingbird's frame and
her facial features. Her little sis was in heat that although reduced
since they were not around the male thugs of Joker's gang, was still
plainly visible. She needed relief from the sexual heat that enveloped
her body and Harley knew just the cure for the sexual fires that were
burning with Mockingbird. First things, firth though. It had been a
long time since Mockingbird was clothed in her jest outfit, as she had
been stuck in the hospital bed for a long five days and nights, and she
needed to be re-acquainted with her role in the family. Mockingbird was
after all second female jester in the gang and she needed to re-affirm
herself in that position. Sure she would only be seen by Harley for the
next 7 days, and that due to the fact that the henchmen would be reduced
to blubbering fools if they were within striking distance of her little
sis, and that would not be good at all. Smacking her sister jester
firmly on her plush, toned, tanned, pear shaped rump, Harley intoned,
"Off to the shower with you, Mockie, then after the shower, time to get
dressed in your sexy jester outfit." Harley paused briefly, then
continued, "After that, time for you to put on your jester face." With
a twinkle in her eye Harley finished off with. "Then just maybe, we
help you relieve that sexual stress you are under."
Mockie, dashed into their bedroom, leaving Harley alone in their
boudoir, and she scampered about in her closet, pulling out first a two
tone red and green leather mini-skirt, then a two tone, again red and
green long sleeve snap crotch bodysuit and a pair of red and green
footed tights, with a light velcro closed covering in the crotch area,
that would allow easy access to her bald pussy. She took a long look at
her various heeled boots and focused on a pair of gleaming black leather
3 inch heeled ankle boots which she snapped up. She next rummaged
through her drawer full of panties and matching bras, choosing a sexy
rich purple satin high waisted full cut panties with a peek-a-boo cut
out that allowed her kitty to be played with without having to remove
her panties, that sported the lettering Joker's Gal emblazoned in rich
gold letters across the backside. She snapped up a matching rich purple
satin half bra, which would allow her ample cleavage to be prominently
on view. As she was gathering her outfit, she thought back to Harley's
comments and reckoned, she was right, it had been a long time since she
had worn any of her jester outfits and she did not realize until her big
sister had mentioned it, how much she truly missed being decked out as
one of Mr. J's female jesters. Although she was okay dressed in the
denim mini skirt and pale blouse, that she currently sported, she had to
be honest with herself, that she had grown most comfortable when she was
dressed in one of her many outfits as Puddin's jester and she truly
wished to resume her place in the family, decked out in all her jester
style, female splendor clothing, that she owned. Having gathered up her
outfit, Mockie, quickly made her way to the bathroom, where she
hurriedly stripped out of her everyday clothing, pulled the bloody pad
out of her panties and wrapped it in toilet paper, before dropping it
into the trash can under the double basin sink. She turned the shower
on, pulled out a shower cap, which she pulled on over her gleaming
shoulder length blond locks, tucking every strand of her hair into the
shower cap. Finally she stepped into the shower for the first time as a
complete and totally hot babe. She squeezed some lilac scented soap out
of the dispenser and began to lather up her blemish free face, neck and
shoulders. She stepped closer under the jet spray of the shower and
allowed the soapy lather to rinse off, running down her sleek frame,
leaving bubbly hints about her lush, firm ripe tits. Mockie squeezed
some more of the lilac scented soap onto her slender delicate hands,
basking in the smell, as she lathered up her boobs, arms, and abdomen,
all the way down to her bald closed mound and even lathered up her pear
shaped buns and the crease leading to her puckered bum hole. The
tickling sensation of the soapy liquid on her closed cunny lips caused a
flash of heat through out her frame and she briefly thought about
massaging that sweet mound, wanting to slip her fingers into her
delicate love tunnel for the first time; but she held herself in check,
not quite understanding why she did not slide a finger or two into her
slick wet slit. She wanted to; but something held her back. Each time
she lightly caressed her mound, she felt the urge to slip a finger into
her new gash; but at the last moment, she stopped and this frustrated
the hell out of her. "God dam it," she thought, "why can't I just tease
my cunt for a second or two!"
Harley, intruded on Mockie's thoughts and answered her little sis.
"Because baby girl, you have been given a series of strong suggestions
which stop you from playing with your love tunnel, unless in Puddin's or
my presence." Harley waited a second, then resumed her comments via
their special link. "Remember, that hot body of yours is only allowed
to be played with by Puddin and me."
Mockie, briefly thought it was unfair; but then re-thought her position.
Harley was right, she should only show and play with her body when
Puddin and Harley were around, for they had provided her with this hot
female body and it was only fair that they should control her sexual
desires; but fuck if she wasn't hornier than hell. Dam if this is what
she would feel like every time she was on the rag, then she would have
big troubles if Mr. J ever planned a heist during that time. She knew
she would not be able to control her hunger if she was constantly going
to want to rut, like a bitch. She giggled at that thought, spreading
her legs so that Puddin could slap his huge sausage into her new hot wet
snatch. Mockie closed her eyes as just that thought alone was bringing
her into sexual overdrive. WOW she thought, how was it Harley was able
to handle it; but she wasn't. Yeah, she knew she was really just now
learning about being the girl that she had just recently been
transformed into; but well did Harley not also experience these wild
hungers that she was not feeling. Being in bitch mode was sure a hassle
right now and she was going to have to learn to handle it, cause she now
realized, that she was going to be in bitch mode for at least seven days
each month. With her eyes still closed, Mockie, quickly finished her
shower, taking deep breaths to center her thoughts and calm this inner
demon called female lust. Stepping out of the shower, Mockie patted
herself dry, then quickly began to dress, slipping first into her bra
and settling her tender swollen tits into the satin half bra cups. She
then fetched a new pad and silently placed it sticky side down on to the
gusset of her sexy high waisted purple satin panties. Next she slipped
into her dark red and green footed tights, then just as quickly slipped
into her bodysuit. Next came her red and green leather mini skirt, then
she slipped into her black heeled leather ankle boots. She quickly ran
a brush through her blond locks, checked her appearance in the full
length mirror on their bathroom door, then minced out of the bathroom
after tossing her clothes from earlier into the large laundry hamper.
While her little sis was bathing, Harley had stripped of her street
clothes and donned one of her Harley Quinn jester outfits. Then she,
with light bouncing steps had slipped out of their bedroom and had
settled down at her own make-up table and repaired her own jester look.
As Mockie was finishing up with her bath routine, Harley had settled
down on her lounge chair and was texting Puddin. She was giving him
updates on their newest family member and included a quick overview of
MB's first girlie exam. Joker passed on through his reply texts that he
was having official documents developed that would pass inspection by
any one of a number of government agencies, which would be given to his
newest jester when he returned. Between both Harley and Mr. J, a street
name, or as you would have it a legal name had been identified that
Mockingbird would be known by. They had decided that it would be Robin
Denise Quinzel. Her age would legally become 21 and she would be known
as the kid sister of Dr. Harleen Frances Quinzel, Ph.D. There were more
documents that would be developed in which Mockingbird, under the name
of Robin Quinzel was placed in the charge of her big sis due to the
passing of their parents. Harley had recalled that her parents had
passed while she had been in college obtaining her doctorate in
psychology. While Mockingbird had been enduring her transformative
treatment that had turned her into a full fledged female, Harley had
taken several snapshots of her little sis and Puddin was using those
photos to have the official documents prepared for his new jester.
Finally family photo albums were also being developed and with the
assistance of several underworld computer geeks, a couple of the photos
of MB were being modified so that new photos could be added to the photo
album that would portray Robin Quinzel in various stages of life with
Harley's family. A license, passport, birth certificate and even a
social security card was all being prepared for her little sister and
when Mr. J returned these documents would be presented to Mockingbird,
then all but the license would be locked up for safe keeping.
She returned to their boudoir where she settled down at her make-up
table and began to set up her various cosmetics so that she could once
more regain the look of the jester she had slowly over the course of
time, not only becoming comfortable in appearing; but had slowly begun
to feel lost and frustrated when she was not looking like the stunning
babe that she had been transformed into. She opened her jar of white
cream and using a pad began to apply a heavy coat of the cream to her
entire face. Harley had been right during the first day that she had
applied this thick, substance to her face. She had to pay attention to
the application of this wonderous cream. Mockie, thought back to the
second time that this cream had been applied to her face and unlike the
first time, when Harley had applied it, Mockie was the one who had to
prepare her jester face. She had messed up and she recalled that Robin
had purposefully messed up in applying the cream, hoping that Harley
would give up on trying to get the dim wit blunderpus in looking like a
duplicate of her; but Harley, not only did not give up; but had shocked
the hell out of Mockingbird. Over the course of the next two months the
girlie-boy jester had grudgingly accepted that the only way to not be
punished with that vicious shock treatment from the collar locked around
her neck, was to become proficient in applying her white face make-up.
Now-a-days it was second nature to Mockie to prepare her jester look and
she did so in short time. After applying her base coat of white cream
and pleased with the ghostly pale look, she began to apply her forest
green lipstain and then a good coating of clear lip gloss that locked in
the her green lipstain. She applied a coating of forest green eye
shadow, then a hint of black eyeliner. Picking up a smaller pad, she
dabbed it into a jar of forest green blush and then with careful aim,
she placed two quarter size circles of the blush on each cheek. Each
time she applied make-up with a pad, she would dispose of the used pad,
by dropping it into a bin under her make-up table. After applying her
forest green blush to each cheek, she finally applied two quarter size
dark red circles of blush to each cheek. Finally she picked up her
forest green domino eye mask and slipped it over her eyes. To top off
her look, Mockingbird picked up a hat which had horns on either side and
the horns ended in pompoms, one which was forest green in color and the
other which was dark red in color. She settled the hat firmly atop her
blond locks, then brushed her hair into a frizzy look. She then gazed
at herself in her make-up mirror and was very pleased at her look. Once
more she was looking at Joker's second female jester and she was that
hot babe. She quickly cleaned up the mess that she had made of her
make-up table, then with a light bouncy step, she glided over to where
her big sis lay resting on her lounge chair and presented herself for
inspection to Harley.
Harley gazed upon her little sister with pride; but toned it down just a
bit, so that Mockingbird would not get to full of her ability to get
dolled up like the hot jester babe that she was. "Good job sis,"
Harley intoned, then feigned a look down at the magazine she had on her
lap, as she continued. "you keep it up and you will become an expert
like me." She then finished with her gaze still on the magazine.
"Puddin will eat you alive, since you are dressed in such a slutty
jester style!"
Mockie was stunned into silence at her big sis' low interest and
pleasure in the manner in which she had applied her jester make-up.
Tears sprang to her eyes as her emotions overwhelmed her, emotions that
she had not known she would experience. From disappointment, to shame,
to frustration, to anger, to just plain grief, her emotions rolled over
her and she did not know why she was not able to control all the roiling
emotions that she was experiencing. She fled to the bedroom and then on
to the bathroom to have a good cry. Unknown to her, was the simple
fact, that every girl has tumbling emotions that they experience during
the course of their monthly curse and because she had arrived late in
becoming a full fledged female, she did not have the tender years of
youthful adolescence in which to learn and understand all the pains,
griefs, and agonies that females are assaulted by during their periods.
She also was not allowed the companionship of other teenage girls, who
would have been supportive of each other when their periods commenced.
This period, her period was something she was going to have to travel on
her own and learn how to travel this path fraught with misery and also
moments of intense desires. Right now she was feeling the desire to
lash out and as she was feeling this strong emotion, she also felt
several hard cramps course through her abdomen. Growling with anger and
pain and through tears that streamed down her ghostly pale jester face,
Mockingbird let loose with several unlady like comments. For several
long minutes, Mockie let her anger and frustration flow out of her, then
she gazed into the mirror and took note of her ruined make-up and anger
spilled forth anew. Several more minutes passed as her cramps continued
to cause her pain and she grabbed up her bottle of cramp tablets, read
the label, then in anger through the bottle back on to the sink's
vanity. "Shit, fucking hell, bitch, cunts, slut, whore!" She screamed
into the mirror knowing that she had to wait another two hours before
she could take two more cramp tablets. She then grabbed up a wash cloth
and cleaned her face of the ruined jester make-up. Then in disgust she
threw the used wash cloth into the trash bin, stormed out of the
bathroom and returned to their boudoir where she once more applied a
fresh coating of make-up, again taking her time to get each layer of
make-up right. Finally she tossed away more used make-up pads, cleaned
up her make-up table once more, then still angry and frustrated, she
stomped over to her own lounge chair, where she dropped down with an
angry, heated huff.
Harley had monitored her little sis as she had stormed out of the
boudoir earlier and upon her return and smiled at the fact that
Mockingbird was slowly starting to understand the depth of her monthly
curse. She knew she could have intervened; but she did not, for she
needed to allow Mockingbird this new experience that she had to work
through and become comfortable with dealing with. She did feel some
sorrow, that her "little sister" was not able to have female friends who
she could lean on for support during this stressful time of the month;
but at the same time she felt pride in her sister's ability to
adequately deal with the first day of her curse. Over time, she knew
that MB would mature in dealing with her monthly period and learn to
take most of the experiences in stride.
Joker's two female jesters remained on the lounge chairs in their
boudoir for several hours with Mockie, often times squirming as the heat
brought on by her menstrual period consistently invaded her ability to
calm her inner most demons. They munched on some healthy snacks and
consumed several containers of yogurt, before Harley finally declared it
was time to prepare for bed. Both jesters returned to the individual
make-up tables and removed their jester make-up, then they cleaned up
the tables and sauntered into their bedroom where Mockie stripped out of
her outfit and settled on a cute pink lacey babydoll with matching pink
tap pants. Mockie made her way to the bathroom where she settled down
on the toilet and let loose with a long stream of pee that also had a
mingling of her menses. She then wiped her heated pussy clean and
slipped a new pad into the gusset of her tap pants. Then she slipped
them on over her slender feet, up her toned, tanned legs and insured
that the lingerie was nestled with the pad lightly caressing her sweet
love mound. Mockie then flushed the toilet, brushed her teeth, and
returned to the bedroom. Harley settled on a light lavender babydoll
with matching tap pants. When Mockingbird returned from using the
bathroom, Harley made her way into the bathroom and after a few short
minutes of using the toilet, brushing her teeth and washing her hands,
she returned to their bedroom. Both girls, then pulled down the thick
purple down comforter and then climbed into bed on their respective
side.
Mockie was preparing to roll onto her right side so that Harley would
spoon up against her backside like she had been since the first night
that they had been sleeping in this oversized king bed; but Harley
stopped her and commanded that her little sis open her nightstand
drawer. Mockie looked at her big sis with a perplexed look, as she had
never before asked her to open up her nightstand drawer. She opened her
nightstand drawer and noted three packages inside. She pulled out the
first package and when she unwrapped it, she saw what resembled a
microphone that looked to be cordless. It was black in color and had a
rounded soft rubber end. She took note of the fact that in small silver
writing was her name Mockingbird stenciled on the length of the firm
tube and also took note of an on/off switch at the lower end of the
tube. Mockie looked at her big sis and asked. "Harley what type of
microphone is this with a rubber coating?"
Harley giggled as she responded, "Silly girl, that is not a microphone,
that is a vibrating wand and it is your very first sexy toy."
"Like OMG, sis," exclaimed Mockie as she blushed greatly. She let the
toy drop down on the bed between her and her big sis, then reached in
and pulled out the second package. She quickly unwrapped this and took
note of an eight in long and three inch or so wide,light purple colored,
rubberized item, that resembled a tongue. "Ummmmm Harls, what is this
thing?" she asked her big sister.
Harley, responded with another low giggle. "That sis is your clitoral
vibrator specially designed for external stimulation, and is in the
tongue-shape so that it can comfortably fit over your sweet juicy pussy
mound." Harley's light brown eyes danced with mischief as she carried
on with information regarding her little sister's second toy. I have it
programmed through my cell phone, so that after it is secured to your
mound, I can activate the vibrations through my phone."
Mockingbird's face turned a bright red and the flush was felt all the
way down her body and a wetness formed on the pad covering the gusset of
her lacy tap pants. This devious toy that her big sis would control was
also placed on the bed between the two female jesters and Mockie reached
for the final time into her nightstand drawer and removed the largest
package. Unwrapping it, she knew exactly what it was and she was truly
shocked beyond belief. What she was looking at, was a strap on vibrator
and the fake cock was an easy ten inches long and a good three inches in
circumference. It was a very firm toy and was a reach dark purple color.
Harley looked at her little sister and proclaimed. "That, MB, I will
not strap on till after Puddin busts your cherry!" She laughed heartily
as she continued. "When we go out for our girls night out with Ivy,
Catwoman, Trickster, and our other girlfriends, that will be in your
handbag." Harley left off telling her little sis, the amount of use
that toy would get. She left that to Mockingbird's wicked imagination
to conjure up.
Mockie's blush crept further down her face and was beginning to
encompass her throat. At the base of her throat you could note her
pulse beating through her smooth skin and a light glistening was
visible. Her sweet firm tits were jiggling as excitement was building
within her frame.
Harley gazed intently into the face of her little sister, then she
commanded, "Put away the strappy and your clitoral vibe," she paused
briefly, then continued with a wicked grin spreading across her face.
"tonight you get your first female orgasm; but only when you have
earned it!"
Mockie, pondered what her big sis meant; but quickly complied and placed
the strappy and clitoral vibe back inside her nightstand drawer. The
wrapping paper, she crumpled up and tossed into the trash can on her
side of the bed.
As her little sis was disposing of the wrapping paper, Harley slipped
out of bed, padded to the bathroom and secured one of the several bed
chucks that had been used in the hospital bed that MB had been in for
the past week. She returned to their bedroom, where she commanded, "MB,
off with your tap pants!" in a firm tone.
Mockie pulled back the covers and slipped out of her pretty tap pants
and noted just a light staining of her pad with her menstrual flow.
Harley, lightly smacker Mockingbird's sexy pear shaped rump, then
stated. "Up, baby girl, raise that sexy ass of yours up off the bed and
hold steady."
Once more Mockie, complied with her big sis' command, raising her naked
pear shaped buns several inches up off the bed and held steady with her
slick, bald, mound in plain view.
As Harley gazed at her little sister's cute closed mound, she thought
for a moment, that it would be a good idea to have a tattoo placed at
the upper most region of Mockie's sex, announcing to all who would be
able to view that tat, that MB was Puddin's property. Nice gold
lettering with crimson purple background. As she was pondering this
idea, she slipped the bed chuck under her little sis' rump and smoothed
it out, then commanded with heat filling her eyes. "Down, baby girl,
lower your hot ass down now!" Harley then glided over to her side of
their large bed and slipped back into bed. She then rolled on to her
side to face her little sis and picked up the vibrating wand in her left
slender hand. She turned the vibe on to the lowest setting. Then she
stated. "Here are the rules sis." she paused to make sure that Mockie
was paying attention, then continued. "Rule one. You will always say
yes, please when I ask you if you want me to tease your pussy mound with
this vibe. Rule two. If I ask you if you want a higher setting, you
will respond with either yes, please or no please, depending upon your
level of excitement. Rule three. When you are close to climaxing, you
will tell me that you are close. Rule four. You are not allowed to
climax without my permission, which means that you MUST BEG for me to
allow you to climax. Rule five. You will always keep your hands under
your rump, so place them there right now."
Mockie was paying strict attention to her big sis' rules. When Harley
commanded her to place her slender, delicate, long forest green coated
nailed hands under her rump, she quickly complied, which earned her a
tender kiss on her forehead.
Harley then continued to speak of further rules for Mockie. "Rule six.
You will always refer to your vagina as your pussy, slit, cunny, or
gash." Harley noted her little sis' look of shock and continued to
state several more commands. "Rule seven. Your breasts are to be
referred to as you tits, knockers, boobs, girls, or melons. Rule eight.
You will not be allowed to climax until are close to the peak at least
five times. Mockie, this rule means you must tell me to stop when you
get close to the peak." Harley took a deep breath, then issued one
final command. After you have your first womanly climax, you must beg
to eat my hot wet pussy and give me pleasure." Harley then planted a
soft gentle kiss on her little sis' forest green painted lips, while she
let her slender fingers play at the ties of Mockie's negligee, first
loosening the ties, then pulling the lacey fabric away from her little
sister's heaving breasts. Harley wormed downwards till her mouth was
positioned of her little sis's firm jiggling globes of tit flesh. Just
before she descended her mouth on the closest bouncing tit, she
massaged, squeezed and kneaded each succulent melon, then she gripped
the titty rings and pulled upwards. She took note of the sharp intake
of breath of Mockingbird, then let her nips go. Finally she pursed her
lips for a brief second, then opened her mouth and allowed her sleek
pink tongue dance across Mockingbird's right nipple, before rolling her
tongue downwards to the base of her little sister's boob, then back
upwards her tongue travelled till her mouth was poised over MB's right
firm globe, before sinking her open mouth tightly over the ripe nipple
and allowing her tongue to dance around the sleek tender nipple flesh.
Shen then sucked deeply on Mockie's titty, and was rewarded with a light
squirting of her sister's breast milk, that seeped out from MB's nipple.
Harley continued to suckle on her littler sister's tit, drinking up the
sweet breast milk and swallowing every drop of that nectar.
Mockie could feel the titty milk seep out of her right breast and could
feel her big sister's mouth and tongue lapping up that sweet, creamy
liquid. She suddenly realized that it was her milk, from her tit that
Harley was nursing from. She looked back to her past as first the
junior member of the dynamic duo and knew without a doubt that as that
male, she had never felt such joy as she was experiencing now. She
slowly recalled her time as Puddin and Harley's girlie-boy and again she
knew without a doubt, that the sensations that she was feeling now were
a major shift from what she experienced as the newest jester in Joker's
family. A warmth that only a true female could encounter spread through
out her entire body and she loved the sensations that were building
within her frame. She wanted to pull her slender female hands from
under her pear shaped ass; but she knew that if she did, Harley would
stop feeding on her right tit and she did not want that to happen, so
she kept her hands firmly planted under her plump firm buns. Mockie
wanted to caress and milk her left tit; but she did not give into her
desires, as she knew that Harley would be displeased with her actions
and Mockingbird wanted to experience all the pleasures of her new female
form and that meant allowing herself to heed the commands of her big
sister.
Harley sensed the new hunger that MB was feeling and although she knew
that she would allow her little sister to enjoy her first truly female
experience of sexual bliss, she was going to give her the full treatment
that she believed Mockie, needed to undertake in order to realize her
new nature. She truly loved lapping up her sis' sweet titty milk and
she recognized that Mockingbird, also needed to enjoy the taste of her
breast milk. She released her mouth off of Mockie's right tit and
descended down on to her little sister's left boob. She nipped at the
tip of MB's left nipple and was rewarded by a good seeping of her little
sister's milk from her left melon. Harley allowed her mouth to fill up
with Mockie's sweet titty milk and once her mouth was full, she released
her lips from that puckered, pert, pierced nipple. Slowly she brought
her closed mouth up to Mockie's mouth, then she pressed her lips about
her little sis' full green coated lips, and allowed just a bit of MB's
sweet boob cream to tantalize her sister's lips.
Feeling the slight wetness on her full forest green coated lips, Mockie
willingly opened her lips and at that same moment Harley opened her lips
and allowed Mockie's titty milk to flow into her. Mockie was stunned at
the sweet liquid that filled her mouth. This was her titty cream, her
fresh warm milk that had seeped out of her tit. This liquid gold that
she savored had been produced by her globes, it was her milk that she
was tasting and not only that, it was milk that she would produce as
long as her body remained conditioned to produce it and as long as she
could, she would supply this milk to her alpha and her big sister. Plus
she reasoned to herself, it would be milk that she would willingly
provide to babies that she quickly realized she could and most
importantly would one day give life to. This was a new thought to
Mockie and it too, cemented her new lot in life. This new idea brought
back flashes of her past as a junior member of the dynamic duo, then as
a girlie-boy toy of Puddin and Harley and she once more rejected those
previous beliefs. She was adjusting to the fact that she was a complete
female and savoring her own titty milk, then allowing it to drain down
to her belly where it would quickly nourish her body, was yet another
step along her journey to accepting her new lot in life. Not only was
she accepting this new role, she was rejoicing in her complete
femininity. Her eyes dreamily hungered for more experiences in being
the female she had been transformed into.
Harley allowed her precious little sis to savor her titty milk and took
note of the lust filled gaze that Mockie presented with. After she had
allowed every drop of Mockie's titty milk to dribble into her little
sister's open mouth, Harley asked. "How does that milk from your melons
taste sis?"
Mockie, blushed as she thought of the taste of her own sweet girl cream.
"It tastes sweet and tangy sis." she responded as she continued to
allow this sensation to sweep through her frame.
Harley had kept herself busy while her little sis answered her question.
She had turned the wand vibrator on to low speed and let it lightly rest
on Mockingbird's toned, tanned flat belly. Looking deep into her little
sis' starry eyes Harley intoned, "Are you ready Mockie," she paused
briefly then added. "are you ready for me to run this wand about your
pretty mound?"
Mockie responded with a up, down movement of her blond lock hair head.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm."
Harley then slapped Mockie's exposed right upper thigh. "Remember,
always say Yes please or No please." Harley commanded in a stern tone
of voice.
Mockie, responded. "Yes please, Harley."
"Good girl." Harley teasingly declared as she lightly traced her little
sis' slick bald mound with the vibrating wand on very low speed.
Mockingbird felt the feathery touch of the wand on her mound and a
little moan escaped between pursed forest green painted lips.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."
For several minutes Harley let the wand barely touch MB's mound and took
note of Mockie's lips slowly starting to get puffy and begin to spread
open just a tiny bit, to where Harley could just see the inner red dark
red folds of Mockingbird's inner lips. She took note of the flushing of
Mockie's face and the increased jiggling of her taut ripe 36D tits. A
light sheen of glisten was forming on Mockie's frame and Harley knew
that her transformed sister was experiencing the first joys of
womanhood. She glanced up at Mockie's face and whispered. "Do you wish
me to increase the speed sis."
Mockie, nodded her head vigorously, then remembered Harley's commands.
Yessssssssss please. She moaned breathlessly.
For the next several minutes Harley slowly increased the speed of the
vibrating wand and continued to teasingly glide it over the puffy mound
of her little sister. She took joy in watching Mockingbird trembling in
an increasingly horny state and seeing how MB's mound continued to
spread open in an agonizingly heated sexual state. When Mockingbird's
sleek, toned, tanned belly began to quiver Harley spoke up, "Remember
Mockie, that you need to tell me to stop when you are close to orgasmic
release." she declared in a stern voice.
Mockie, still coming to terms of her female form, still did not know the
extent that she could suppress her feminine orgasm; but her body was on
fire from the ministrations of her big sis and she felt, that she should
beg Harley to stop just to be on the safe side and thusly she begged.
Harley, please, please stop."
Harley pulled the wand away from her little sis' puffy slick mound
glistening from the secretions of fluids from her sexually heated pussy.
"Good girl." she proclaimed with pride. She lightly brushed the blonde
locks of MB's golden tresses as she whispered into her little sister's
ear. "Breathe deeply sis," she commanded. "allow yourself to regain
control." she paused for effect, then continued. "Learn about the
limits of your sexual needs and hunger for release." She gazed deeply
into Mockie's dazingly eyes, then continued to speak in soothing tones.
"Learn that your pleasure is secondary to Mr. J's. Harley paused a
moment to let her words sink into Mockingbirds brain, the continued.
"As Robin, the boy blunder, you were not able to control your climax;
but as a girl, you can and will learn, how to control your ability to
have the ultimate sexual pleasure that only we females can achieve,
achieved by the simple fact that we realize that when an alpha plunges
into our sweet hot slick cunnys and fills us with their seed, we have
full filled our destiny. Harley paused once more, then with a brilliant
gleam finished her thoughts. When our alpha, when PUDDIN fills us with
his thick heavy load of cum, and we can see how pleased he is with our
submission to his will, that is when you will experience the ultimate
sexual release, that only a girl can experience, THAT YOU WILL
EXPERIENCE! Harley's last words pronounced with strong emphasis.
Mockie took in the words of advise and willed her inner being to relax
and regain control. It took her several more minutes; but when she felt
she had regained control, she begged. "Please Harls, please start
again."
Once more, Harley begin a rhythmic slow, low powered teasing of her
little sister's flower, with the vibrating wand, slowly increasing the
speed of the wand as she tantalizingly glided the tip of the wand up and
down Mockie's moist pussy mound.
Again Mockie began to feel the pleasure building deep in her slick wet
love tunnel and by applying deep breathing mantra's she was able to
endure the heated pleasures that the wand brought to her hot quivering
cunny for a longer period of time. Just as she was beginning to reach
the edge, she cried out. "PLLLLEASSSSEEEEE Harls,
PPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAASSSSEEEEEEEE STOPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!"
Harley once more stopped her movements of the vibrating wand and removed
it from the tingling moist mound of her little sis. Proudly she planted
a big kiss on Mockingbird's glistening forehead, then whispered in MB's
ear. "Very good, baby girl, very good!"
Once more Mockingbird beamed with joy at hearing the kind and delightful
words of her big sis. She gazed at Harley with lust in her eyes and she
continued to breath in and out deeply, gathering her wits about her and
re-established a sense of control over her sexually heated frame. She
continued to examine the changes that she was experiencing due to her
full on transformation into the hot sexually provocative female she now
was.
Deep inside Mockingbird's brain cells, locked away in a psychic prison
was Robin the boy blunder, who was forced to endure traumatic pleasures
that his newly transformed body was encountering. He hated these
feelings, yet at the same time, he was beginning to show a hunger for
more of the same pleasures that he was experiencing. He did not know
why he was hungering for these desires of the female flesh and he was
spiraling down into a depressive and humiliated state of consciousness.
He hated that his body now had a hot slick, quivering pussy, a set of
bouncy, jiggling, taut pair of firm ripe breasts, with nipples that
leaked out milk; but at the same time, he marveled at these new parts of
his body and was whimpering in pain and pleasure deep in his prison and
wanted to have Harley bring on more of the same. Shamefully he hung his
head as he felt the female body that was now his, pulse incessantly with
a sexual hunger he had not known as a male, a hunger that only a female
could have, that his newly transformed body was experiencing. Tears
streamed down his face as he felt his body shake as Mockingbird was
seeking to breath deeply and reduce the heated desires that they both
were feeling.
At the very moment that tears were pouring out of his non-corporal body,
Mockie could feel his torment and knew that the time had come for Robin
to see what his new form looked like. Reaching deep within her, she
envisioned mirrors that encapsulated the entire prison cell that housed
Robin deep in their shared brain cells. Within mere seconds, those
mirrors popped up all around that prison covering every square inch, so
no matter which way Robin looked, be it up, down, right, left back or
front, he would see the form that he now was. He would see himself for
what he had become. A one hundred percent female individual. A female
imbued with a sexuality that would constantly hunger for lustful
plunging of an alpha's thick meaty, pulsing cock deep in her hot wet
juicy pussy. Hysterical laughter spilled forth from Mockie's forest
green coated lips, as she thought of the further damage to Robin's
psyche that he would experience. She laughed in a maniacal fashion as
she thought about the only relief that he would have from this trauma
would be in accepting his new existence, his new role in life, he would
be forced to accept that he was a female meant to be used and totally
controlled by an alpha male and the only alpha male that would be, would
be Mr. J. Mockingbird, not only had accepted her role in the family of
three; but relished in the idea, that she would always belong to the
Clown Prince of Crime and that her fertile body was his to use and spew
his seed into her pussy and she hoped that he would during the course of
time impregnate her several times.
Robin saw the mirrors invade his psychic prison cell and cried out in
terror as he took in the form that he now possessed. Everywhere he
turned in that prison was a mirror which reflected back on him the
female form that was now his. He shuddered in abject humiliation and
closed his eyes as he sank into a deep depression, curling up into a
ball on the mirrored glass floor that was his prison.
As the internal battle waged on, Harley took note of the fact that her
little sister had once more regained a calm composure and looking again
deep into Mockie's lust filled eyes, she asked. Are you ready to begin
again."
Mockie nodded vigorously and then stated with sexual hunger. "Yes
Harley, please begin again."
For the third time, Harley began to teasingly glide the vibrating wand
over Mockie's love mound, quickly increasing the pulsating speed of the
wand, at the same as she gently commanded her little sis to keep control
of her lustful desires. "Deep breathing baby girl." she stated as she
applied firmer pressure of the wand about MB's quivering kitty. "That's
it sweetie," she breathlessly declared, "center your thoughts on lasting
longer and longer then the previous two times."
Mockie's 36D tits jiggled and bounced as she began to feel the heat from
her hungry pussy once more cause the glands of her outer and inner lips
secrete the tantalizingly delicious juices that every girl's hot gash
could and did produce in order to allow for the hungry pleasures only
felt when they are penetrated by meaty cocks. It was not only her fat
and now puffy pussy lips that secreted these juices, it was also the
inner walls of her love tunnel. She could feel those inner walls of her
pussy, expand and contract and with each movement minute amounts of her
juices produced by her glands coated the angry red walls and seeped out
of her slick slit. She took many slow deep breaths; but this time
around she knew that she truly wanted to feel the explosion of a star
bangled orgasm. Fire seemed to spew from her eyes after a long twenty
plus minutes of enduring the vibrating wand before she begged with all
her soul. "PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Harlsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss,
pllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllleassssssssssssssssssssssssss
ssssssseeeeeeeeeee may I cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"
Harley knew that she could sternly tell her little sister no; but as
this was her first true experience in having a female orgasmic
explosion, she relented and stated with pride and love. "Yesssssss baby
girl, yessssss you may cummmmmm."
Permission to allow herself to encounter her first female sexually
heated orgasm given by her big sis, Mockie cried out as she felt Harley
firmly press the wand at the top most region of her mound just about
where her clit was just now coming out of its hood.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccckk
kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk," Mockie shrieked with
pleasure as her body convulsed from the mond blowing orgasm. Sweat
poured down her neck, her tits jounced and bounced glistening with the
oily sheen of sweat that coated the boobs, her toes curled upwards her
fingers clawed into the bed coverings, her face whipped from side to
side as she was overtaken by this explosive sensation. She crested from
one orgasm to another to another and another, each one more mind numbing
then the first. She did not know why this was possible and in her
current frame of mind did not care, she just rode through each cresting
orgasm and was dumb struck as another slammed through her female frame
and brought on further sexual convulsions. Five minutes, ten minutes,
maybe longer, she did not know; but she rode through multiple orgasmic
crests till she hit the point where she passed out.
Robin deep in the brain cell prison of his/her own mind also felt the
explosive orgasms racking his/her body, felt the wave after wave of
sexual convulsions and could not help himself/herself from crying out in
a female voice that was filled with horror, humiliation and also the
first time with joy from such a wild ride.
"HOLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
RRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS," he/she screeched as he/she felt
his/her pussy muscles clench and release and little squirts of pussy
juices leaked out of his/her body. "THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
IS WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTT
ITTTTTTTTTTTTTT FUUUUUCCCKIIINNNGGG
MEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, TO
FEEEEELLLLL SEXUAL BLISSSSSS!" The words escaped his/her psychic lips;
but they also travelled up through his/her brain cells, hammered on the
nerves that would activate speech of his/her body and a long sighing
sound escaped out of his/her body even while his/her other half, his/her
dominant half, Mockingbird was unconscious from the joyous sexual ride
they had endured. He/she could not help himself/herself as her physical
(corporeal) hands flew down the length of her convulsing body, then back
upwards, till her painted nails slid over her gapping wet mound.
His/her fingers tickled the puffy lips, became coated with the sweet
juices of her pussy, then with wild abandon he/she brought her fingers
to his/her lips and for the first time he/she tasted the juices of
his/her hot slippery cunt. "OOOOOMMMMGGGGGG, this
pusssssssyyyyyyyyyyyyy, myyyyyyyyyyyyy puuuuuuuusssssssssy, these
juuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiicccccccccccceeeeeeeeees, my
juuuuuuuuuuuuuiiiiiccccceeeeesssss are sweet and delicious!" Robin's
male identity was slipping away as he/she tasted herself for the first
time. He/she wanted to hold on to the last remnants of his/her male
identity; but the overwhelming feelings of female lust pounded on
his/her psyche and was not allowing him/her to establish control over
his/her feelings, as his/her noncorporeal being, locked away in his/her
own brain cells began to accept that he was indeed a full female. "I'm
a bitch, I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, I'm a
bitch...............slut, slut.slut, slut, slut, slut,
slut...............!" he/she thought over and over and he/she did not
wish to endure any more of these wicked thoughts, so he/she pushed
himself/herself into unconsciousness in order to stave off the lust
filled feelings of her female form.
Harley, rolled onto her side and pulled her exhausted little sister into
a deep spoon, gently caressing Mockie's body while whispering into her
sis' pierced ear, the J diamond lettered golden ring shining brilliantly
against MB's dark red lobe. "Rest for a bit baby girl, then we start
all over again."
Mockie did rest for about ten minutes and then as Harley had promised.
The sexual torture did begin again and the use of the vibrating wand was
applied to her fat puffy pussy lips for another round of teasing and a
final sexual release. During the second course of the routine that was
established by her big sis Harley, Mockie had increased her ability to
withstand and stay the course of her orgasmic explosion for just about
double the time of the first round. It was while she was recovering
from this second round of hot slick sexual play, that Mockie vowed to
give her big sis pleasure and when she was fully recovered, she twisted
out of Harley's embrace, slithered downwards till her mouth was poised
directly over Harley's own slick, pulsing, bald beaver. Hungrily she
began to plant tiny kisses all over Harley's slippery slit and her sweet
pretty honeypot. Then MB began to lightly slither her pierced tongue
around the outer edges of her big sis' box in a circular motion till she
reached the center of Harley's juicy mons. Here Mockie began to slide
her pierced tongue up and down that slick quivering gash, letter her
tongue push Harley's meaty lips apart. She then darted her tongue
upwards to where her sister's clit was still covered by her hood.
Bashing the tip of her tongue, lightly against Harley's hooded clit, she
was rewarded for her effort, when Harley's pierced clit popped upwards.
Opening her mouth just a tiny bit, Mockie allowed her forest green
painted lips, to grip Harley's clit and with a good hold, she began to
twist her mouth from side to side, which caused Harley to thrust her
hips upwards, pressing hers glistening box against Mockie's ghostly pale
white cheeks. During the next few minutes, Mockie concentrated only on
tugging lightly on her big sis' protruding clit that she held between
her pressed painted lips, while she lightly tickled the outer folds of
Harley's fleshy mons.
The efforts of Mockie quickly brought forth a long drawn out sigh of
lustful pleasure from Harley's own painted lips, as she reached down and
gripped her little sister's blond locks with dark green and red streaks
through out head and pressed her baby girl's face firmly against her
aching gash. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH rightttttttttt there you
naughtyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
biiiiiiiiitttttttttttttttccccccccccccchhhhhhhhhh." she moaned out as
she raised her hips higher and ground her hot gash about Mockie's face.
"OOOOHHHHHHH YYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUU
hunnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyy
SSSSSSLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTTT, geeeeeeeeeeeetttttttttt tooooooooooo
eaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaattttiiiiinnnnnnggggggg my
fuuuuuuccccckiiiiiiiiiiinnnngggggg cuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnttttt."
Mockie obliged her big sister and heeded her commands. Like the hot
slut she was turning out to be, she released her sister's clit and began
to jab her pierced tongue in and out of Harley's hot wet pussy. She
bathed Harley's pussy with her tongue and began to lap up the sweet,
tangy juices that were seeping out of her big sis' fuck tunnel. Harley
had shown Mockie countless times over the past few months, where her g-
spot was located and while tongue bathing her big sis' sweet love
tunnel, she reached upwards just below and to the right of Harley's
pierced clit and located that very special g-spot. She pressed firmly
with the tip of her gleaming painted nail on Harley's g-spot, which
brought about a firm bounce of her big sister's hips upwards. With wild
delight, Mockie continued to drive her tongue in and out and all around
Harley's hot wet pussy and she continued her pussy licking of her big
sister's hole for many long long minutes. She was not new to giving
Harley the pleasure she deserved; but she was new to it from the
perspective of a female and she wondered if she would be able to
identify all the erogenous places that she hit on her big sister's
pussy, on her own body. She also wondered if her hooded clit was also
going to receive a piercing identical to Harley's and truly hoped that
would happen. Even while she allowed these thoughts to occur, she kept
a strong piston action with her tongue diving in and out of Harley's
shaking cunny and alternated with wild tongue lashings of Harley's
quivering inner and outer pussy lips. After close to thirty or so
minutes of bathing and eating her big sister's pussy, she received her
reward. Her big sister went wild as she experienced mind boggling
orgasms and streams of pussy juices began to coat Mockie's lips, cheeks
and her chin.
Harley, felt her first wave of orgasmic bliss wash over her and she
bounced her hips higher, while forcibly pushing her little sister's face
hard against her cunt. "YYYYYOOOOOOUUUUUUU FRREEAKKKIIINNNNNGGGGG
SLLLLUUUUUTTTTT IIIIII'''MMMM CREAMMMMMIIINNGGGGGGG!" She cried out with
lustful sounds as she rode several waves of one orgasm after another.
Her experience level being much greater than her newly transformed
sister, Harley was able to keep her wits and not pass out; but the joys
of the sexually heated explosions brought forth a slick sweaty
glistening all over her body. After close to 15 minutes of allowing
herself to experience this sexual release, she pushed her little sister
away from her gash, then pulled her up into her arm and declared.
"Enough bitch, time for some well earned sleep for both of us sluts."
Mockie heard the firm tone of her big sis and whispered. "Yes Harls."
Then she turned on to her side away from her sis and allowed Harley to
spoon up against her and to wrap her arms about her to hold her in
place. Mockie's last thought before drifting off to sleep was that she
hoped to find out where her g-spot was hiding at under her swollen,
puffy, glistening pussy lips.
The two female jesters soon fell fast asleep and in the morning, they
rose up, removed the rumpled stained bedding and took long hot showers
and the dressed in their assigned jester outfits. Through out the day
they lounged about in their boudoir and Harley even went out for several
hours. For the next three days these two female jesters of the Joker
maintained a daily routine of cleaning up after long nights of heated
lust between them. Each evening of sexual desires being pursued by
Joker's two jesters also brought on further pain and humiliation to the
non-corporeal psyche of Robin. Robin was sinking further and further
into depression from the sexual heat that poured from his/her female
body and was continuing to change his/her own outlook every time that
the dominant psyche of Mockingbird was allowed to experience the many
crests of sexual bliss that Harley wrought upon her hot lithe feminine
frame. Robin could no longer deny his/her new form and could no longer
close his/her eyes in the mirrored brain cell prison that he/she
occupied. He/she was beginning to accept that he/she was now and
forever more a female and when not having to put up with the hot
orgasmic explosions from his/her nasty freaking cunt, he/she would curl
up into a tight non-corporeal ball, with his/her sexy smooth legs folded
at the tanned toned knees and his/her thighs were pulled in tight to
his/her belly. Defeatism was building up in his/her own sense of being
and he/she was trying to determine the best way to escape this prison
he/she was locked in. Robin too succumbed to sleep, a sleep that was
fraught with hellish dreams of sexual decadence of his/her female body.
- Joker returns to the lair, Mockie gives up her flower to her Alpha
Three days after Mockie and Harley had enjoyed their first round of
lesbian sex, Mr. J, returned to the lair with the packet of DVDs, new
identification documents, and two large photo albums which now depicted
the birth of his newest completely transformed female jester and her
growth and development in the Quinzel family household. His devilish
patterned clown laughter filling the underground halls of the lair,
Joker announced. "GIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLLSSSSSSSSS, your
ALPHAAAAAAAAAAAAA is homeeeeeeeeeeeee!" He arrived in short time at the
door to his female jesters boudoir, gripped the door handle in his
powerful right hand, twisted the handle and smartly pushed the door wide
open. Laughter billowed out of his wide lips as he declared.
"COOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEE greet YOUR CLOWN PRINCE my pets!
Mockie and Harley heard Joker calling for them while they were finishing
straightening up their bedroom, including putting fresh linens on the
bed and upon hearing Mr. J announcing himself. Each of Joker's girls
were dressed in their jester outfits and portrayed ghostly white face
make-up. Upon hearing Puddin calling them, the two jesters exclaimed
with peels of manical laughter, "Hereeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Mr.
J. as they pranced out of their bedroom gliding effortlessly on three
inch heeled boots towards their alpha. Crossing at the mid-point in
their boudoir so that Harley was gliding towards Mr. J's left side,
while Mockingbird was making her way to her alpha's right side. Each
girl, upon reaching their designated position on either side of Joker,
reached up to plant kisses on his own white face. Harley being several
inches taller then her little sister, was easily able to plant a long
drawn out smooch on Puddin's left cheek. Mockie, though noted that she
was now a couple inches shorter after her full on transformation into
the hot babe she now was, bounced on the balls of her feet twice before
leaping upwards, wrapping her toned tanned sleek womanly covered legs
around the mid-section of her man's waist, before placing her dainty
hands on his massively muscular right shoulder and planted a long giddy
kiss on his right cheek. She left a large forest green lipstick stain
on Joker's cheek as she breathed in the heady aroma of the badass alpha
who had caused her transformation from male to a totally hot bitching
female.
Harley took note of the look that her little sis was giving their man
and she knew that there was no holding back on her baby girl's part in
the hunger she was feeling. Partly due to the on-going menstrual period
that was not due to run its course for at least a couple more days and
partly due to the fact that Mockie was still new in exploring her new
found female sexuality.
Mockie on her part felt an increase in her raging hormones and this
included a building of heat deep in her belly, spreading downwards to
her very core. She could feel her boobs growing taut under her red and
green bodysuit, her shimmering dark purple panties became damp from the
secretion of her juices that her mons was producing and deep in her
clenching gash, a new quivering, clenching of her over heated kitty was
begging for attention. Her pulse was quickening and her body felt a
strange flush through-out her female frame. She allowed these feeling
to wash over and pass through her and subconsciously she knew that her
female scent, the scent of a bitch, was sure to cause her alpha to
respond in kind. Mockie hung on to Mr. J, for a good long minute as she
continued to take in his manly scent. When she was first forced to be
near him that long time ago when Robin, the boy blunder ha been captured
and forced to done the jester outfit, had his face painted in the
ghostly pale white make-up and had a collar strapped about his neck, she
had felt revulsion from his scent. This was not true anymore. Now as
the woman she had been transformed into, nay as the woman, that Puddin
had transformed her into, she was not revulsed by his scent. Instead
she longed to have his scent invade her core. She wanted to, hungered
for the scent of Joker to envelop every fiber of her womanly frame.
Robin, deep in the brain cell prison he/she had been thrown into of
his/her and Mockingbird's body, awakened from a pitiful slumber as new
sensations washed over him/her. He/she knew what was happening, that
Mr. J had returned and that his/her body was now entangled about
Puddin's waist line. He/she could feel the heat that was pummeling
his/her new female form and could feel his/her female hormones racing
about, causing havoc to his/her already damaged psyche. Once more fear,
loathing, shame, humiliation, and an all new hunger and desire smashed
about his/her non-corporeal brain matter. He/she tried to resist and
tried to fight back against these female urges; but it was to no avail.
What the body wants, the body gets and his/her body was screaming for
penetration by his/her alpha. Fists clenched in tight fashion, Robin
pounded on his/her prison cell located in the dark regions of his/her
brain, as he/she screamed up to the Mockingbird psyche.
"STTTTTTOOOOPPPPPPPPPPP this farce." tears streamed down his/her puffy
eyes as he begged his/her Mockingbird persona. "Please Mockie,
ifffffffff you allow this to happen there iiiiiiiiiiiisssssssssssssssss
nooooooooooo wayyyyyyyyyyyyy back to sanity."
Mockingbird ignored the blubbering cries of the Robin psyche and instead
focused on the needs of their co-inhabited body. She finally slid down
away from Mr. J's waist landing lightly on her heeled feet. She gazed
up with love and adoration at her alpha and when he began to march
towards the door connecting their boudoir to his sitting parlor, she
followed along a couple of steps behind her big sister Harley.
Joker made his way through the connecting door of the rooms and made his
way to a large chair made of sturdy walnut wood, with a very high back
that was intricately carved with clown designs and contained his
personalized J monogram in the center of the chair. The cushions were
of extra thick memory foam and were covered in a rich dark purple
velvety fabric. He settled his large muscular frame down on his throne,
then with a meaty muscular white gloved covered hand beckoned his jester
Mockingbird to his lap.
MB glided towards Joker and quickly settled down on his massive lap.
She lowered herself down so that her red and green short mini skirt
fanned out away from her pear shaped, toned, tanned buns covered in her
matching two toned jester bodysuit was firmly planted on his god-like
muscular, dark panted covered manly thigh. Cooing softly she nuzzled
her ghostly pale white femininely graceful face up against his cheek,
feeling the light stubble of whiskers that protruded from his firm
jawline.Once more she breathed in the heady aroma of her alpha and again
she felt a tingling deep in her core, the core of a true woman and she
could feel a little a squishing of juices that seeped from the glands of
her hidden treasure. Sighing contently she batted her green coated
lashes close and continued to take in Puddin's manly scent, while she
lightly placed delicate hands with shimmering forest green coated nails
on his massive chest, feeling the muscles of his chest ripple.
Joker, held up the packages he had carried with him and spoke in a
strong voice. "Girl, do you know what I have here?"
Mockie shock her blond lock hair head in the negative and uttered a soft
spoken. "No, Puddin."
"Well, what I have here Mockingbird is the history of your new life."
Laughter billowed out from his red coated lips. "What I have here is
the life history of my newest girl." His eyes twinkled in clownish
humor. "I have here your brand new identity documents, including your
birth certificate, social security card and a driver's license and a
passport."
Mockie gazed up at Mr. J quizzically and allowed him to continue.
"The boys are brining in two boxes with your yearbooks from when you
were in middle school and high school. Yearbooks that previously did
not contain any note of your existence; but after working with a very
colorful master forger, now contain photos of you as a young girl." Mr.
J, paused a moment then continued. "They are bringing in photo albums
of you and the family you will be shown to have been born into and the
passage of time as you went from a baby to a pre-teen, to a teenager and
finally into a vibrant young woman." With a firm locking of his
jawline, Joker continued. "Your life history has been re-made and the
life history of the girl you now are has been thoroughly envisioned and
every bit of care was taken so that any one who would snoop, would find
that you are who you appear to be." Joker allowed for his comments to
sink in.
Mockie upon hearing his statements nodded her head and allowed her alpha
to continue.
"You will be known forever more, from here on out as the little sister
of Harlen Frances Quinzel."
Mockie gushed with joy upon hearing Mr. J announce that she was Harley's
sister, by birth.
"Your name, as it shows on an aged birth certificate, your social
security card and license is and as far as anyone will be able to tell,
has been for a little over 21 years as, Robin Denise Quinzel."
Mockie,gazed up at Joker with a shocked look and was about to utter a
dismaying comment, till she noted the firm set of his jaw. Instead of
wanting to beg for a change of the name, she just nodded her blond lock
hair head.
"You are not only Harls sister; but also her charge and again as far as
anyone will be able to tell, have been her charge since the death of
your parents." Joker stated with a firm tone of voice, allowing for no
dissent from his new family member.
Mockie knew that she was not to disagree with her alpha's pronouncement
and nodded her head again in agreement.
"Over the course of the next two weeks, you will be guided and walked
through this life history, so that you know it backwards and forwards."
Joker announced in a stern tone. Then he pulled out the new license and
handed it to his girl. "That is your license, the other identity
documents will be secured with our librarian."
Mockie gently took hold of her new license, examined it and took note
that it contained her picture, her supposed birthdate and the expiration
of the license. She took note that it also contained vital information,
including home address, her height, weight and hair color. She slipped
the license, her license into a pocket hidden inside her skirt.
"What do you think of your new life history?" Puddin posed the question
with demonic laughter billowing from between his wide red stained lips.
Mockie, though initially showing stunned shock, recovered and began to
plant many a kiss affectionately upon Puddin's cheek and neck. She
accepted his authority over her and his right to develop a life history
for her. Her body continued to emit her womanly bitch scent and she
felt her hunger for her man re-new itself.
The Joker felt his loins stirring up anew and his cock which was encased
in his resplendent pants sprang to full mast. He thought to himself,
that he was not going to allow for another moment to pass where he did
not take pleasure from his girl and he knew the time had come for him to
deflower his newest family member. The time for words had passed as he
felt, MB caressing his muscular chest through his shirt and felt her
dainty right hand slip in through an opened button and her palm was
massaging his hairy muscular chest. It was time for him to take in her
full figure and he commanded "Strip for me Mockie!"
Mockie, hearing Puddin's command, bounced up off his lap and slowly
tantilizingly began to remove her jester outfit. First she unzipped
each of her booted heeled footwear, then with a light airy kick she
allowed the boots to sail through the air one by one. Next she reached
behind her and unzipped her crinkling leather red and green mini-skirt,
then shimmying playfully with her rump end turned towards her alpha, she
slid the skirt down over her female hips, down past her knees and then
raising up slightly allowed the skirt to drop to her ankles. Fluidly
she raised her left leg up out from around the skirt, stretching her leg
out at a 90 degree angle and held it there for a count of ten. She then
lowered her toned tanned red colored tight covered leg to the floor,
then swiftly repeated the maneuver with her right leg which was covered
in the green colored material. Skirt out of the way, Mockingbird, then
pulled her headgear down off her head the pompoms of her jester headgear
bouncing at the end of the horns. Bending forward at her slender waist
she reached down to the crotch of her bodysuit, unsnapped the three
snaps holding it in place, then stretching upwards, she slipped her
fingers under the material and slowly started to pull the bodysuit
upwards. Up and over her head the bodysuit went her slender arms coming
free of the long sleeve article of clothing, then she twirled the
bodysuit in her right hand and let it fly off to where her boots rested
a short distance away on the floor. She tossed her head from side to
side for a moment allowing her golden blond locks streaked with red and
green highlights to shake free of the clumping that had happened when
she was removing her bodysuit. Her melons bounced about under the
covering of her satiny bra and she chose at that moment to leave the bra
on for a short while longer. Instead, Mockie slipped her fingers of
each hand down into the waistline of her two toned footed tights, and
started to glide them down her smooth, tanned, hips and thighs. Her
panties of the same matching color and satiny texture as her bra popped
into view and along the backside were the words Joker's Gal, spelled out
in golden letters. Mockie slid over to Puddin and resting her pear
shaped rump on his lap, she quickly removed her tights so that she was
no dressed in only bra and panties. Mockie, paused at this point,
thinking which first, panty or bra and finally settled on the next item
to be removed. Reaching behind her back while her toned panty covered
ass still remained on her alpha's lap, Mockie felt for her bra clasp;
but she stopped as she felt the beefy muscular fingers of Mr. J undoing
the clasp. Feeling the back of her bra come free, MB rose up on to her
toes, spun about in a graceful turn, then let her bra fall away from her
taut jiggling 36D tits. Her boobs were on full display for Puddin and
she bent forward so that he could maul them with his beefy muscular
palms.
Reaching forward, Joker did indeed massage MB's firm rip melons, and
tweaked on the gold rings that pierced her swollen nipples. He then
slapped each tit globe with a firm hand.
Mockie felt the stinging slap of her boobs and giggled devilishly, then
reaching down into her panties with her dainty fingers, she slipped them
down a bit off her waistline down to mid hip, allowing for a tiny
viewing of her bald beaver that was glistening with a very light coating
of her juices and then finally she pulled her panties the remainder of
the way down her hips, thighs, down past her sleek calves, bending
forward at her slender waist once more, she lightly gripped Puddin's lap
with one delicate hand, while she raised first one leg just up off the
floor and pulled the panty away from her sculptured foot. She lowered
her bare foot to the stone floor, then raised up her second foot, once
more just barely off the floor, removed her pantie from that foot as
well, then lowered her foot back down to the floor. Slowly she raised
her pantie to her face and took in her scent. Wow she was amazed at how
sweet and naughty her pussy scent was that coated her panties and the
rag attached, that held minor amounts of her menstrual flow.
Joker took in the naked form of his newest female jester and nodded
approvingly. He then pointed to his crotch where his monster long and
thick alpha cock was covered by his pants and underpants.
Mockie's gaze flew to Mr. J's crotch and she wet her painted lips.
Dropping to her bare knees, she pressed herself forward till her mouth
and hands were a bare few inches from his covered cock. She reached up
with her dainty womanly hands, unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants
and pulled the zipper down. She wet her lips again as his thick long
hard tool was poking up angrily against his undershorts. She wasted no
time now as she was truly on fire and wanted to give oral pleasure to
her alpha and get him prepared to deflower her virgin cunt. She pulled
both his pants and underpants down to his thick muscular thighs, which
caused his long thick manly cock to spring into view. Lightly, MB
gripped the long shaft of his majestic tool and while lightly stroking
his pulsing member, she planted kisses all up and down the length of his
cock. She then opened her mouth and tickled his thick mushroom head
before pulling the first two inches of that cock into her open mouth.
As soon as she had his cock in her mouth, MB, slid one hand down to his
heavy ball sack and she began to caress that hung firming sack. She
still kept one dainty hand on his shaft and slowly she started to bounce
her blond lock hair head up and down on Puddin's cock, taking more and
more of it into her mouth as she slid her mouth back down over that
member. She was showing off her skills that both Puddin and Harley had
taught her in giving her alpha a fine ass blow job and she quickly
showed that she knew how to breath in and out while gobbling up every
inch of his tool. She continued to orally please Puddin for several
minutes, getting his thick long prick wet with saliva and knew that the
time had come to offer up her treasure. Her man was rock hard and his
cock was throbbing with desire and she was wet hungry and needing her
pussy filled with that tool. She raised her eyes slowly to see if
Puddin would nod consent that it was finally time.
The Joker looked down at his heated new female jester and declared. "Up
we go girl, time for me to fill your gash with my cock."
Harley who had been sitting close by, laughed with glee at the fact that
her little sis was finally going to have her cherry popped. She also
figured that Robin, the former boy blunder needed to be pulled out of
his cage and experience the final degrading act that she hoped would
force him to accept his new self. Wordlessly through telepathic
communications with Mockie, she commanded. "It is time for Robin to
also experience this first hand. Time for him to come from the cage and
accept her new form and lot in life."
Mockie, knew the tone of voice that her big sis used, broke no argument
and she reached down through her brain cells to the prison that housed
Robin, the girl blunder and she commanded that he come forward.
Robin refused; but Mockie did not allow the refusal and together with
her big sis, the dragged the non-corporeal form of Robin out of the
cage.
Mockie and now also Robin was primed for being deflowered, for her
cherry to be busted and to enter womanhood. She gazed at Puddin who
commanded "Bitch position use the chair arms to hold yourself up.
Mockie paused for a moment as Puddin stepped up away from his throne and
then she moved forward bending at her slender feminine waistline and
gripped the arms of her man's chair with her delicate hands. She spread
her legs wide and allowed Mr. J a full unfettered viewing of her
glistening gash.
Joker, padded forward a few steps, holding his massive fuck tool steady
he began to press it against MB's slick glistening mons. He pressed his
cock slowly against her quivering pussy lips and held it steady there
for several seconds, then he pushed his mushroom cockhead in her
opening.
"OOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMGGGGGG!" moaned Mockingbird as she felt her alpha's
cock just starting to enter her pussy. She breathed deeply as a light
pain set in on the first ever intrusion of his tool. She thought she
was ready; but for a brief flash of time there was a fear that she was
not ready. She wondered if she was making a mistake. She wondered of
her past life as a male was where she belonged. She wondered if she
what she was giving up on what she had been was the right thing to do.
Many other fearful thoughts entered her brain, all going unanswered.
Mr. J, pulled back his cock a scant inch for a biref second and then
without warning he pushed hard and fast into his new female jester's
cunt, rupturing her cherry and coating his cock with a lite spray of
blood from the ruptured membrane. He then began see-sawing his cock in
and out of his bitch's tunnel and kept up a steady pace.
Mockie was shocked as Puddin, slammed his thick long cock into her
pussy, popping her cherry and started to pound his cock in and out of
her hot slick gash. Pain at first enveloped her and she cried out,
"Arrrrrrrrrrrgggghhhhhhh owwwwwwwwwwwww." as she felt her core being
invaded. Then the pain started to subside and Mockie began to feel
pleasure filling her up. Pleasure primarily due to the fact that she
was learning her place as Joker's receptacle for his cock and seed.
Pleasure also from being filled up with cock, and her core was not only
accepting his cock; but was gripping it and massaging it. WOW she did
not know that her pussy muscles could do what they were doing. Her
pussy muscles were clenching and contracting and her hole was expanding
with each thrust of his manly cock. She began to grind her hips
backwards without even thinking about it in an attempt to entice Puddin
to fuck her harder and faster.
For a long drawn out time Mr. J hammered his cock in and out of Mockie's
pussy and after over twenty minutes of claiming his bitch's core, he
could feel the need to fill her with his seed.
Mockie was no longer thinking of anything now; but the joys of giving up
herself to Mr. J. It felt right to give into her alpha and to allow his
seed to fill her gash. All the while that Mockingbird was being fucked,
Robin's non-corporeal psyche was feeling the same intrusions and between
the link that Mock and Harley had they made sure that Robin was front
and center for the epic finally of sexual bliss that was soon washing
over both Mockie and Mr. J. Mockie knew that the time had come and she
could feel her climax building within her core. She allowed her psyche
to step back and let Robin's psyche experience the ending explosion.
- Robin's change of heart
Robin could not fathom the fierce unapologetic orgasmic explosions that
he, no she had felt as his, no he could no longer think as a he, for he
now sported a hot wickedly lubricated pussy, a slick hole, that Joker
had entered and which Puddin had popped her cherry. Robin looked back
at the painful experience of his, noooooo her cherry had been taken, so
thoroughly by Mr. J. The blood that had seeped out of his,
nnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooo her slick gash, caused by the hammering of
Joker's thick, long tool, tearing the membrane of his,
nooooooooooooooooooooooooo her hymen, had been traumatic. The first few
minutes afterwards the pain was still highly present; but it was quickly
turning from pain to a pulsing heat that went from his,
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnooooooooooooooooooo her toes all the way up to
herrrrrrrrrrrrr beating tits. Waves of new joys cascaded through out
Robin's frame. Heeeeeeeeeeeee, nnoooooooooooo sheeeeeeeeeeee could not
stop the heat that was building in herrrrrrrrrrr frame, could not stop
the secretion of juices from the glands of herrrrrrrrrrrrr heated tunnel
and could not stop the glistening of herrrrrrrrrrrrr skin as she began
to push hissssss, noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo her firm ripe plump
tush backwards as Joker was pummeling her kitty with that alpha tool.
This was the first awakening of Robin's persona to the female that he
had been transformed into. There was no escaping the pleasures that
Robin's body succumbed to, hungered for, embraced and thrilled to feel,
as the waves of ecstasy, flooded hisssssssss, nooooooooooooo her being.
The few times that Robin had bedded a girl, he had experienced a quick
orgasmic release. That was not what he, nooooooooooooo
sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee was feeling. No Robin's female body rode wave after
wave of new and stronger orgasms that were no longer just centered
around what had once been his male appendage. His female form
experienced the orgasms all over and it had started with very tiny
tingling releases, that built upward crescendos as quickly as one
orgasmic wave subsided, another would begin. Joker hammered his thick,
long, throbbing cock deep into Robin's new pussy while Robin was in what
every girl had quickly learned to identify as the bitch position. Robin
had been on all fours on the large bed with her plump juicy ass high in
the air, her slender toned legs spread wide as Joker had initially
pressed his alpha cock at the opening of Robin-Mockingbird's hungry
gash. At that point in time, Robin was still locked in the mental cage,
that Mockingbird had built for him, noooooooooooooooooooo for her and
Robin was adamant in refusing to exit that cage, when both Mockingbird
and Harley had called down to her. Neither of them accepted Robin's
refusal and Harley had commanded her little sister to fetch him.....dam
it Robin had to think of himself as a her now, as it was the female
within his psyche now that pulled at her very being......and that is
what the Mockingbird persona had done. Mockie sped down into her brain
cells faster then the speed of light, hit the control button she had for
the pain collar that encircled Robin's throat and attached a psychic
leash to that very same collar. Mockingbird yanked on that collar and
dragged Robin out of her mental cage and that was the beginning of the
end of Robin thinking of herself as a male. But it was not just the
busting of Robin's cherry or the many tiny throes of female orgasms that
sent Robin over the edge, to where he was now looking and thinking as a
female. No it was when Puddin had flooded Robin's new pussy with his
potent seed, when Joker's big thick throbbing cock erupted deep into
Robin/Mockingbird's hungry tunnel and that thick sticky cum splashed
about the new walls of Mockingbird's kitty, that Robin lost all sense of
manhood and began to squeeze with the muscles of her slick cum filled
pussy. That is when Robin's identity as a male gave way to the female
within. Mockingbird/Robin used their pussy muscles to grip Mr. J's
pulsing alpha tool refusing to allow for Joker to disengage from that
slick tunnel. That is when Mockingbird/Robin lost all sense of time, as
a massive explosion from within her body overtook all sense of reasoning
and time was lost, for 10, 20, 30, noooooooooo longer than a minute
where the only thing that mattered was holding that cock of Puddin deep
in her fuck tunnel. When time again began to become noted, Joker had
pulled his cock out of his girl's steaming pussy and Mockingbird/Robin's
conditioning re-established itself. Mockingbird/Robin quickly turned
around so that she was now facing Puddin, her mouth a scant two inches
from her alpha's slick thick, long, jittering cock. Thinking was not
required, duty was what was required and that duty was to clean Puddin's
tool of the lingering cum and pussy juices that coated it, from fucking
his girl senseless. Mockingbird continued to allow her persona to take
second place as Robin bent forward the last couple of inches and began
to clean her man's cock. It was Robin's persona who experienced the
mingling of their pussy juices with Puddin's salty thick stringy
cummmies. Mockie also experienced the tasting of the combined fluids
and she felt like she was in heaven; but Robin was continuing to learn
the meaning of being a female and she was on autopilot due to the
several months of conditioning that Harley and Joker had subjected her
to; but now there was a spreading of joy and ecstasy about her face as
she lapped up her pussy juices and Joker's yummy cummies from his slowly
softening cock. Just as the waves of pleasure that had brought many
small orgasms and which had led to the mind numbing explosive orgasm,
were dissipating, still lingering due to Robin cleaning the juices off
of her man's yummy cock, Mockingbird/Robin, began to experience new
waves of pleasure, as her big sister Harley had zeroed in on
Mockie/Robin's puffy wide open fat pussy lips and had placed her open
mouth firmly over that heated gash. Mockie/Robin could feel the strong
suction that her big sis applied to her tender, extremely sensitive,
recently fucked pussy, still full of Puddin's sloshing cummies. The two
personas felt Joker's cum being pulled from their single cunny and it
re-ignited the heat sending her over the edge again with several full
body orgasms. Her juices, which were just beginning to cool down re-
heated and was being pulled from her love tunnel. Holy shit, the
pleasure zones of Mockie/Robin's body once more reached super-nova stage
and even though she was still busy cleaning Puddin's cock of her juices
and his salty thick pungent cum, Mockie/Robin could not stop themselves
from grinding their combined pussy firmly against the open mouth of her
big sister. Her ripe ass mound shaking with extreme pleasure, as both
her pussy and her butt cheeks let loose with farts and the farts from
her pussy, caused her glands to excrete more of her sweet pussy cream,
that melded with Joker's thick cum that Harley gathered in her mouth.
As soon as Harley was done dragging every last drop of Puddin's manseed
out of Mockie's heated pussy and Mockingbird/Robin had finally cleaned
Joker's flaccid alpha tool, Harley had her little sister, roll over onto
her back. She then placed her mouth over Mockingbird/Robin's pouting
smeared lips of her mouth and allowed a good dribbling of Mockie's pussy
cream and Joker's thick manseed to enter Mockingbird/Robin's mouth.
Geeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhh the mingling flavors rested
for a very brief period of time on Mockingbird/Robin's tongue, before
she greedily swallowed the nectar. Harley had then shimmied down a bit
till her mouth still holding a good amount of pussy cream and Puddin's
cummies was over the glistening titty flesh of Mockingbird. At that
point, Mockingbird/Robin, felt her tits become slick with her co-mingled
pussy juices and Puddin's manseed as Harley had opened her mouth
slightly and allowed a light flowing of those flavors dribble out of her
mouth onto Mockie's ripe firm boobs. As the still warm sticky
translucent fluid splattered about her tits, Mockie/Robin experienced
yet another sensation. That was a light seeping of titty milk, from her
ripe firm nips. It was not a lot of milk that seeped out of her tender,
swollen nipples; but it also began to run into the combined pussy and
cock cream. The seeping of her titty milk, the splashing of juices onto
her tits from the open mouth of her big sis Harley and then also the
fact that Harley, was lightly slapping her puffy, wide open pussy lips,
caused Mockingbird/Robin's body to tense up from the top of her blonde
locks, down to the glittering forest green painted nails of her dainty
toes, as another explosive wave of orgasmic release took effect. This
was the final straw for Robin, fucking no way could a male experience
that amount of pleasure. As far as Robin was concerned, she was now
fully entrenched in female thoughts and hungers. Robin was now acting
and thinking purely as a female, as an individual designed solely for
pleasures of the mind and flesh. Robin was now realizing that there was
no escape from what she had become. There was only the need to embrace
her future as a hot bitch, a sleek, wanton slutty gal. Of course she
would only display these desires for her big sister Harley and her
alpha, the yummy hunky Joker, her boss, her man, her sexual master,
Puddin. A demented giggling laughter escaped from her between her
pursed forest green painted lips as this realization took hold of
Robin's psyche. Her eyes blazing with hunger for continued experiences
of her female form, Robin was quickly jolted to the here and now as she
heard a command that she did not wish to follow; but had no choice; but
to obey. Mockingbird was banishing her once more to the psychic cage
deep in their brain cells.
Mockingbird commanded the Robin psyche "Back, you demented slut, back to
your cage, you devious whore." She continued on, "You have enjoyed to
much of pleasure from Puddin and Harley." She then finished, "It is my
time now bitch, back to the cage you belong in!"
Evil clown laughter filling up from my throat as I state.....I am
closing this chapter out at this point and look forward to developing
the next installment in this story......below are ideas that I am
looking at and I would appreciate your comments, suggestions and ideas.
- Mockie encounters the fuzz
- Girls night out with Catwoman, Poison Ivy and Trickster
- Bats and Batgirl meets the family
o Gotham City Bank heist, Bats arrives to foil the heist; but he has
lost a good bit of his mojo, since the disappearance of Robin
o Batgirl arrives on the scene to help Bats.....what will the outcome
be.....will the newly formed family of three be cornered like the low
grade rats or will they finally defeat the vigilantes