that would remember and learn, but it became so much more. It became Rose, and with her I have jumped several centuries ahead of this world. I built tiny little robots that she could control, and from that day she set them to work, building. Building better robots for a start, then creating robots to mine, to refine, to dig and create. Within a year, underneath my house was a complex manufacturing facility utilizing materials from the earth, and occasionally rarer materials that we get over the internet. She quickly expanded it to fit me, and now it’s our laboratory, with a small army of robots to gather resources for us. We want for nothing there.
This watch carries Rose, and was designed by Rose. She’s constantly designing and building better computers for herself, and over half of our robotic workforce in involved in creating better or more precise machines to manufacture her shell. I have a receptive computer in my brain that is in effect a monitor for Rose to show me things. I see them as an overlay on what I’m actually seeing, and I can turn it off at will.
“Sam, are you sure you want to do this? You have a small chance of being caught, and you said yourself that that’s the last thing you want.”
“What’s the possibility?”
“30,000 to one.”
“Those aren’t bad odds.”
“So long as you know. There he is! Don’t miss him!”
“I won’t,” I reply, using the monitor as a targeting device. Carefully I point my watch at Luke, and then click on the “fire” button at the very bottom corner of my eye. Luke slaps the back of his neck, then turns around. Finding no-one, he resumes his conversation.
“Success! Nanobots separating and powering up. Should I begin the duplication sequence?”
“Yes.”
“How many?”
“Dunno, how many do you think is necessary?
“Depends, only a few hundred is technically nessecary, but alteration of his physiology will take months. Too many however, such as several billion, would pose a threat to his health.”
“Ok, the most that can safely operate inside of his body.”
“Five hundred million should be sufficient. Replication will take approximately 1.5 hours if he has the necessary materials in his body, and I predict he does. I’ll run a task bar to keep you posted on the progress. Have you decided what to do first?”
“Yes, I would like to make him female, but no breasts yet.”
“Of course.”

The wait is unbearable, but I get through the next period anyway. The second the time is up, Rose sends the necessary instructions to the nanobots to begin reconstruction of not only his body, but his entire DNA structure. It will be as if he was never male. This time, however, the wait is much shorter, and I have him in my class this period. Sitting behind him and too the left, I execute the program. The changes will be complete in half an hour. While waiting for a reaction, I aim my watch at the kid next to him, Jericho, who is partner in crime with Luke. I fire the nanobots into him, and they start reproducing inside of him as well. Then I sit and watch. At first Luke only scratches himself a little more frequently than one might expect, as if his balls really itched. Ten minutes pass, and he’s starting to become distracted, and starts to feel around his crotch, ever so subtly. For the next five minutes his face goes from wonder, to nervousness, to fear, as he holds his crotch. People start noticing his odd behavior, and that’s when Luke asks to go to the bathroom. Snickers follow him with comments about holding in his pee with his hands.
“Rose? You have nanobots in position to control his hormones, right?”
“Right.”
“And some attached to his inner ear so that I can talk to him?”
“Of course, just like we planned.”
“Just Checking. Send the nearest camera after him, I want to see this.”
“Sure thing.”
Seconds later a video pops up in front of me, blocking out my view of the classroom. It doesn’t matter, I studied this chapter weeks ago by myself. On the screen is Luke practically running for the bathroom. The robot follows him close to the floor. Slipping into the bathroom after him, the robot runs up the wall and onto the ceiling. From a small heads-up I see that it’s one that’s disguised as a cockroach.
Luke takes off his pants after locking himself in a stall, and stares at his crotch. I can’t help but stare myself. Where Luke presumably used to have balls and a dick, he now has a flat, neat, hairless pussy. With a shaking hand, he touches it.
“I thought that it wouldn’t be finished for another 10 minutes or so.”
“And it won’t be, but it’s almost entirely the inner-structure of the vagina and womb that are unfinished. The final changes to the visible portion of his genitalia were complete several minutes ago.”
“Ah, that makes sense.” Luke is gently pulling back the lips of his pussy only just so, then jerks his hand away. After a few seconds of heavy breathing he then looks around, as if confused, and his knees angle ever so slightly together. Then he presses his legs tighter together, and places his hand over his pussy.
“Oh my god, he has to pee.” I say.
“But he doesn’t want too.”
“He has to eventually.”
Luke grimace’s, then sits down on the toilet. Shortly after he releases a torrent of pee, and looks as if he might cry. It’s clear he has no idea how to pee as a woman, since he get’s pee all over his legs. Or maybe that’s just how girls pee, I dunno, but he stands up and starts to wipe himself up, skirting around his vagina until he absolutely has to touch it, finally wiping himself there too. He then pulls up his pants, and looks down at himself. I don’t know if you realize this, but men and women look distinctly different in the pants area, and it is definitely noticeable that Luke’s crotch is as flat as any cheerleaders. It couldn’t help any that his pants fit real snug. Ironically when he bought them it was probably to show off his package.
Luke obviously notices this too as he presses on his crotch with his hand, then pulls on his jeans trying to make a bulge appear. Luke’s face grows more desperate, but quickly starts to unroll loads of toilet paper, packing it in his pants. It’s a dam good thing he wears tighty-whitey’s or else the toilet paper wouldn’t stay in place, but he does it. I can hardly notice the difference.
He goes back to class and sits down, sitting lower in his seat as if to attract less attention. He glances around a lot nervously, and feels himself to make sure the toilet paper is in place. When anyone speaks to him, he answers in clipped sentences. I smile.
“Make him horny Rose, I wana see Luke squirm.”
“Righty-o.”
The effect is almost immediate. Luke wiggles in his chair, trying to find a comfortable spot. His breathing becomes audible, and quickens. His face flushes, and he presses his legs together. His hand drifts down to his pussy, but is quickly drawn back up and placed on the desk.
“Let me talk to Luke, but don’t forget to change my voice.”
“What do you want to sound like?”
“Good question, umm… I guess a hot goddess voice, got any like that?”
“Like this?” Rose replies, but her voice might as well be that of Aphrodite’s herself. It’s incredibly mysterious and sexy.
“Perfect! You’re the best Rose.”
“I try.” A little button in the corner of my vision appears, the video having closed itself when Luke reentered the classroom. It says ‘talk to Luke’ and I press it down.
“Luke?” I say. Luke stops moving in his chair, his face displaying just how uncomfortable he is, and looks around him.
“Who said that?” he asks. He only gets weird looks, then turns back around in his seat. He’s breathing really hard now, and is really flushed. The subtle, sweet smell of a wet pussy is starting to drift around the room, and a couple of guys smile and look around for the source.
“It’d be best if you didn’t talk, they can’t hear me.” Luke straightens in his seat. I release the button temporarily to say to Rose “Get ready to give him a womanly figure, if you know what I mean.”
“It’ll take forty minutes to complete once you give the go ahead,” she replies.
“Luke, I know what you’re feeling and I can help you. You need to have your first orgasm as a woman, whether you want to or not. Now, we can do this the hard way, or the easy way. The easy way involves the restrooms and a vibrator, right now. The vibrator is hidden under the lip of the sink. The hard way could get interesting.”
Luke ever so slightly shakes his head no, obviously fighting the throws of sexual arousal.
“Alright then, I’ll talk to you again in forty minutes.” Then to Rose, “Execute the program.”
A small taskbar appears in the corner of my vision.
For the first five minutes Luke just continues to squirm in his seat, his pussy swollen with blood, but very soon changes are making themselves apparent. Firstly, his nipples become bigger and stand on end, poking out of his shirt. He doesn’t even notice it until the girl next to him points it out. He quickly covers his chest, horrified. He leans forward on his desk to hide his perky nipples.
But that won’t help him, because his chest is steadily expanding. At the same time, his waste is slowly narrowing and his hips widening. Already his hips are straining at the skin tight jeans, cutting into his skin.
Now twenty minutes have passed, and he’s covering his expanding chest with his arms, leaning on the desk. So far no one has noticed anything, but it’s only a matter of time. He can’t possibly get up now to go to the bathroom without everyone seeing his cleavage. Also, Luke’s muscle definition has gone way down, though his stomach is flatter than it’s ever been. I wonder whether his jeans are going to explode. As Luke grows slimmer and curvier, he also grows a little taller. He goes from 5’4’’ to 5’7’’, and as such his shirt slowly begins to show off his flat stomach and belly button. He looks like he’s in great pain, and finally reaches down to undo the button hook on his jeans, springing open his fly with the pressure his hips were under. His breasts are fairly well supported by the tight, stretchy muscle shirt, and I’m amazed no one has noticed yet.
Suddenly I have an idea, and open up a small capsule of construction drones.
“Rose, could you please engineer Luke some sexy panties out of his underwear?”
“I would love to, one thong coming up.” She answers. The grey dust inside the capsule rises into the air, and like a fine mist settles on Luke’s pants. They immediately start to dissolve as the small robots harvest elastic and cotton for the panties, while at the same time constructing a bright red triangle in its place that only just barely covers his small, swollen pussy. Luke, of course, is immediately aware of what is happening, and tries to brush away the dust without attracting attention. The nanobots finish the thong, and quickly dissolve his undewear and the toilet paper into dust.
“Ok, ok!” he whispers to himself quietly, “I’ll do it. Just stop!”
He wasn’t quite quiet enough, however.
“Stop whatOHMYGOD Luke! Are you okay?” the girl next to him stands straight up, holding a hand over her mouth. This of course brings the attention of the rest of the class down on Luke.
“Dude! Luke’s a dike!?!”
“Luke’s got a pussy!”
“Yeah, and he’s randy!”
“You mean she’s randy!!”
“Are you sure she’s Luke? That’s impossible.”
The collective voices of the entire class garble together into one astonished, inquisitive mess. Luke stands up, and his pants fall down revealing the sexy red thong. Several guys whistle. Luke snatches up his pants while trying to cover his perky breasts at he same time. He’s actually starting to cry, and runs from the room. I tail him with three different robots. As he runs, (he runs like a girl now) I can see that his hair has visibly lengthened, his jaw is weaker, and his stubble completely gone. His shoes fit loosely on his much smaller and daintier feet. The task bar is nearly complete at the bottom of my vision, with only his hair left to change. He is incredibly hot, his skin soft and tanned, his flat stomach, his frail hands, his now shoulder length light brown hair, his perky, soft breasts which are neither big nor small, but rather a happy medium between. He actually almost looks like Angelina Jolie if you don’t look at his face, except that she probably wouldn’t be wearing men’s jeans that didn’t fit her. Luke stops, then screams at the hallway,
“What the fuck are you doing to me! Why are you doing it to me!?!”
“I’m making you a woman, but don’t worry. I could undo it, but why I should if you don’t do what I ask?”
“You mean, if I use that vibrator…you’ll change me back?” Luke’s pussy is running a bit down his leg and soaking through the fabric of his thong. He reaches behind him to pull the thin material out of his butt crack, but it just goes right back. He must be incredibly horny.
“I didn’t say that, but let’s make a deal. If you do everything I say then this time next week I’ll undo everything I’ve done to you. Every time you refuse… I’ll add one day to your sentence.
Luke nods, biting lips that are fuller than they used to be. While he still is undeniably Luke, neither would you know that he was ever male by looking at his face anymore. His hand trails down to his pussy and cups it, then nods. He turns and runs to the bathroom. He’s about to enter the men’s room when I stop him.
“Ah ah ah, women’s.”
Luke turns and goes into the women’s restroom. It’s deserted, and Luke quickly locates the dildo under the lip of the sink. It’s straight, narrow, and metal. He immediately drops it.
“I can’t do this!”
“Sure you can.”
“No, I won’t!”
“Eight days then? At this rate you’ll be a woman forever.”
“No!” he sobs, “I’ll do it I’ll do it!” breathing rapidly and raggedly, he kicks of his shoes and his jeans. Then he carefully pulls down his thong, revealing a wide open pussy, swollen lips puffing out to reveal dark pink folds within. He’s dribbling just a little.
Luke takes the dildo in one hand, and puts it against his flaring lips, but immediately cries out as the cold metal touches his sensitive pussy. He picks it up, and tries again, gasping this time but not dropping. He’s panting now, and slowly pushes the dildo into his pussy, sucking in breath as he does, but he doesn’t get any farther than his outer lips.
“I can’t! It’s too big!”
“No, it isn’t.”
Luke uses his hands to spread open his labia.
“Look, my pussy hole is smaller than a freaking pencil! How am I suppose to fit this dildo up there!”
“I trust you’ll manage it.”
Luke cries out in frustration, then places the dildo at his pussy again, and starts to slowly push it in, working it bit by bit with a back and forth motion.
“Oh God, oh my God this feels good.”
Luke is slowly but surely fitting more and more of the dildo up his pussy, and having small, perfectly spaced spasms in his hips. He starts arching into the dildo, and pushing on it harder.
“Oh God! Ugh!”
He then seems unable to stuff more of the dildo into himself, and is obviously frustrated. He has gotten three inches successfully inside of him, but is now apparently blocked by his hymen. But after a few strokes he suddenly goes a little deeper, and cries out in pain. A little blood stains the floor, but not a whole lot. In fact, I’d say his hymen broke remarkably easily.
Luke doesn’t even pause, and soon is taking the entire dildo up inside of himself and obviously loving it. He’s making very erotic sounds that most women make as they make love or masturbate.
“Turn on the vibrator Rose. Maximum power.”
Suddenly a loud buzzing can be heard, and Luke screams. He looks about to orgasm, and moves the dildo in and out faster, the movement getting more and more jerky as he approaches climax. Then, seconds later, his entire body cletches up, and he cries out in a little gasp as his entire body shakes. He’s nearly hyperventilating. Then lays there with the vibrator in his pleasure hole, his cum streaming onto the floor, and starts to slow down for the first time in a while.
Sadly, this is not to last. As small gang of black kids roaming the halls had heard Luke, and enter the bathroom to investigate. Inside they find a beautiful, half naked teenager with a dildo up her snatch.

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she decided to just go for it, and invited him over to her cavity for a movie with some friends. she snuggled into him, rubbing against his feeler every chance she got. he started to press against her abdomen and she got a feeling of hot lust flow threw her exo-skaleton.

 

the movie ended and they bi katie bid her friends farewell! but she didn't dare send carrey away, she wanted to lock him up in her closet, and stick his hand in her ant sized pock. that wasnt the only place she wanted him to stick his hand. and his hand wasnt the only thing she wanted him to stick in her!

 she took him back to her room and before she got the chance to pull out a photo of her American ant friends, Carey had slipped up on her and was 1mm from her face. the looked at each other, and then, their pincers touched! she nipped his pincer as he nipped hers and then, as if it wer completely natural, Carey rubbed his antenna against her abdomen. she shivered inside her outer shell. her body was so shapely, it was as if the ant god had created her as an art work newarly to be desired by all ants bellow her.

 

she was sick of playing around now. she bent over and presented her abdomin to Carey, and he knew exactly what to do.  near the place his abdomen conects to his body, a huge penis emerged. she gaped at it's size and then pushed her abdomen against it. POP, it slid right in, and it felt great on his penis. so soft and fragile, so tight!

 

she bounced back and forwards, her breathing increased in all six of her respiratory holes on both sides of her body. his penis rubbed the walls of her vagina and sent shivers up her  antenna. he was about to cum when she turned around and nibbled his penis with her pincers, receiving a beautiful facial all over her delectable face. he bid her her farewell and left. she still to this day chases after Carey, but he has no time for her. Hes a busy little bee, or should i say ant.

 

tly Mary had taken up babysitting. In fact, this would be her first babysitting job. Actually, it wouldn’t be a child at all she would be babysitting. The "boy" in question was in his early 30s and was apparently mentally retarded. His name was Billy. Billy’s guardian was his father, Eddy. His wife had left him and he and Billy lived alone in a house just down the street from the school that Mary lived and studied at. It was late in the afternoon and Mary was walking down the street, her books in hand, to the house. Eddy needed her to babysit Billy because he was going to be having a discussion with Mary’s mentor and legal guardian, Father Frederick. Mary wondered if she could take up a job watching after Billy full time. Maybe she and Billy would become quite close and she could bring him closer to the Lord, she thought.

Finally, she reached the house and rang the door bell. As usually, she wore her schoolgirl uniform. It consisted of a white dress shirt, a plaid skirt, knee high plaid socks and black dress shoes. Eddy finally answered the door and invited Mary inside. She sat her books down on a chair and Eddy escorted Mary to Billy’s room. Billy was on the floor playing with a number of different toys. It was tragic to see a grown man act like that. Mary immediately felt so sorry for him and wanted to do something, anything, to help him. She decided she would try and be his friend right away. Eddy rushed out, as he was already running late for his meeting with the Father, and Mary sat down on the floor next to Billy.

Billy himself was somewhat chubby and balding. His teeth were slightly crooked and one of his eyes were glazed over. Anyone else would immediately be frightened of his appearance and be on the alert. Not Mary though. She was so kind and warm hearted. So pure and innocent. She never suspected the danger and horror that was to follow. The TV was playing and on it was an episode of Power Rangers. Mary smiled and patted Billy on his head. "You know, Billy, too much television isn’t good for you. How would you like to read a good book with me?" Billy looked up from his toys at Mary and replied, "Okay." Both of them got up and went to the living room and sat down on the couch.

Mary grabbed on of the books she carried in with her, the Bible, opened it and started to read a few chapters of Matthew to Billy. As she read to him, he rested his head on her shoulder. The sun went down. An hour passed and Mary stopped reading and looked over at Billy. He’d passed out on her and Mary couldn’t help but think of how cute it was, despite the fact that others might call Billy ugly looking. "Billy," she whispered in a soft sweet voice, "It’s time to go to bed." He didn’t wake up immediately so she decided to nudge him ever so slightly and gently. She would’ve been content letting him sleep there but the fact of the matter was is that his weight was hurting her shoulder a little bit.

He finally woke up in a daze and Mary gently and kindly escorted him up to his room. He laid down in his bed and Mary tucked him in. "Let’s say a prayer together." She whispered to him in her sweet heavenly voice. She recited one of the prayers she learned from school and he repeated each line after her. After that, she leaned down and kissed him on the forehead and then walked out. She walked down the stairs, humming a Christian hymn along the way, and looked at a wall mounted clock. It would be sometime before Eddy would get home again and he did give her permission to use whatever utilities she needed in the house. She thought a nice long hot bath would be nice right about now. It had been a long day and the weather would a bit chilly so the warm water would feel extra good.

She went to the upstairs bathroom and discovered there was no lock on the door. She went downstairs and made the same discovery there. She decided she’d just use the one downstairs since she was already there. Closing the door behind her, she began to run the tub full of water and got undressed. Just as she got completely naked, she became aware of the feeling that she might be being watched. She paused and looked around. The door was still closed and there was no window in the bathroom. She dismissed the thought and got into the tub, pulling the shower curtain in front of her, just in case someone came inside. She was so tired and the water felt so good. She spent a decent while in the tub and was on the verge of falling asleep when something awoke her.

The door opened and Mary woke up immediately. She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest to cover up her large firm breasts. "Hello? Mister Sullivan?" (Mister Sullivan is Eddy, Billy’s father). No one answered. Then, there was another noise. Some sort of instrument had started up. She didn’t quite know what it was at first but then she realized it and with horror, she pulled back the shower curtain completely to confirm her fear. It was a hair dryer. More shockingly was that Billy was holding it. Mary still had her breasts covered by her arms and started to breathe quicker and quicker. "Billy, what are you doing?" She asked in a frightened tone of voice as Billy started to approach the bathtub with the hair dryer in hand. He didn’t reply and had a sinister grin on his face. Mary could see his crooked and slightly rotten teeth.

"Billy, please don’t drop that into the bathtub with me!" She cried out, her voice almost hysterical. Once again, he didn’t respond and continued to approach. Her fear broke through her sense of shame and she removed her hands away from her chest and tried to get out of the tub with them. But she was too hysterical and the tub was slippery. She fumbled and fell a couple of times, her struggling causing her naked breasts to jiggle and shake. Billy took notice of this and took his time with dropping the hair dryer into the tub. "Please Billy! It’ll kill me!" He pleaded but by this time the hair dryer was dangling above the water. Somehow she managed to get a good grip and sloppily pulled herself out of the tub as quick as she could. And not a second later, fore just as she left the water, Billy dropped the dryer in it. It sizzled and sparked and caused all the power in the house to go out.

Mary was on her hands and knees and breathing heavily. She began to calm down and started to look up at Billy to ask him why he’d done that after she tried to be his friend. She never got the chance to do that because as she was looking up, Billy delivered a swift and strong kick to her belly. It knocked the air out of her and she instinctively held her stomach and lay there. Billy, on the other hand, reached down and grabbed all of Mary’s clothes and ran out with them. She lay there for a while but then got up and managed to grab a towel to dry off with and wrap around herself to hide her nakedness. She decided the best thing she could do was to try and get her clothes back from Billy. Clutching the towel tightly against herself, she slowly exited the bathroom.

The house was so dark and silent and Mary’s eyes hadn’t adjusted to it yet. Shortly after she left the bathroom, a dark and large and strong figure pushed her into a wall. It turned out to be Billy again and as he pushed her, he ripped the towel off of her. She knew she was no match for Billy’s physical strength so she knelt down into a fetal position and prepared herself for him to hit her again. A few moments passed and she looked up. Billy was no where to be seen and this time her eyes had adjusted to the darkness. She stood up and started to slowly walk through the house in search of her clothes. No, she had to call for help. She managed to locate a phone but discovered there was no dial tone. The next phone was like that too.

She decided, naked or not, she had to get out of the house. She felt around on the wall and suddenly felt the feeling of being watched again. She panicked but in the distance she could see the front door. She ran for it, her breasts bouncing and flopping around as she did so. Once she reached it, she tried to open it but it was locked. "Locked? Why would it be locked from the inside?" She thought. In truth, Eddy had known Billy was dangerous. He designed the locks not to keep people out, but to keep Billy inside. He’d seen how he liked to torture and kill stray cats and dogs. That was something he, for some reason or another, left out when he asked Mary to babysit him.

She turned around but in the process of doing so, something zoomed by her right breast. Something hot. So hot that it burned her right nipple. It was a bullet and although it had not hit her or even grazed her, the closeness at which it passed by still managed to burn her nipple. She instinctively grabbed her right nipple and started to rub it to ease away the pain. She looked towards the source of the bullet and saw Billy standing there with a handgun with a silencer on it. Further more, he was completely naked too and his penis was fully erect, being at least ten inches in length by Mary’s guess. Mary was so scared and simply stood there trembling like a deer in headlights.

The irony pierced her. She’d saved herself for her soul mate. She wouldn’t even allow any other man to see her in anything revealing, much less naked. And Billy, this evil mental retard, was the first man to gaze upon her naked beauty. Indeed, she was the first naked woman he’d seen as well. "Lay down," Billy said in his retarded and slurred speech. She could barely understand him but she did as he ordered. She approached him and laid down on the floor in front of him. He knelt down and hovered over her. He licked his lips and started to fondle her breasts. She gasped at his alien touch and at the roughness of his hands. She started to sniffle just a bit as she felt she would go to Hell for this.

It was a huge sin and she was powerless to stop it. Furthermore she thought it felt so good, even when his hands rubbed her still sore right nipple. She felt some warm moisture hit her breasts and saw that Billy was drooling on them as he knelt down further to put them in his mouth. That too felt soooooo good when he started to lick and suck around on her breasts. "Titty.", he said in his slurred speech. Mary hadn’t noticed how sensitive her breasts were before. She could feel every tendon and muscle flex in Billy’s hands as he fondled her breasts. Furthermore, she could feel his heart beat through his hand. She quickly realized how much she was enjoying it as she instinctively reached between her legs to touch herself, only to find her pussy soaking wet.

"Titty titty titty titty titty titty." He whispered over and over again until finally he shouted "Titty!" Which greatly started Mary, who was actually enjoying it. Right after he shouted that, he suck his crooked rotten teeth into Mary’s left breast. She screamed out in pain and tried to beat his head off of her chest. His jaws finally let go and although he didn’t break the skin, his teeth left deep impressions in her once perfect and flawless breast. Once he was off, she grabbed her chest to protect it from him when she heard another terrifying sound. The hammer of Billy’s gun clicked back and he pointed it at her. She once again had the deer in headlights look. He pushed her hands off her breasts and pushed the barrel of the gun into her left breast. Her soft and vulnerable titty-flesh gave way to the cold hard barrel of the gun and was squeezed down.

She started to cry as she prepared for him to pull the trigger and kill her then and there. But he didn’t. He did perhaps something worse than killing her. Since he’d seen her naked, he noticed how she didn’t have a penis like he did. He reached down between her legs and felt around and found a very warm and very wet opening. She gasped and instinctively tried to close her legs but his body was in the way and she couldn’t. She wasn’t ready for him or any other man to ruin her like that and her pussy was extra sensitive. But she was about to have her virginity taken not by Billy, but by his gun. He moved the weapon away from her breast and between her legs. She dared not move because she knew being shot down there was worse than death.

She felt the cold metal silencer of the big high calabur gun touch her pussy lips. After that, she experienced the terrible pain of it being pushed deeper inside her virgin hole. The hammer was clicked back and all it took was a twitch or tremor in Billy’s index finger to fire the weapon while it was still stuck inside of Mary’s pussy. Should that happen, hopefully the bullet would somehow kill her instantly. Most likely though, it would leave her with a fate worse than death. It would destroy her as both a woman and as a human being. She could never realize her dream of giving herself to her soul mate if that were to happen. She already couldn’t give her soul mate her virginity, as the silencer of the gun had run into that and pushed past it, destroying Mary’s hymen.

The fear, the pain and the great sadness caused Mary to cry again as she managed to some how get out, "Why are you doing this to me, Billy? I just wanted to be your friend." He didn’t answer her and instead pushed the gun deeper inside of her, as deep as he could push it. He may’ve already damaged her enough to where she might need surgery. He then finally pulled the lethal weapon out of her, the silencer and barrel covered in her pussy juices and her own blood. He put the gun aside and held her down using his much greater physical strength and instinctively inserted his oversized cock inside of her. That continued her pain and suffering as she screamed out and started to cry again.

"Billy! No one will want to marry me now!" she cried out, her face red and damp from her crying. She groaned and moaned as Billy continued to rape her, not in pleasure but in pain, tearing her pussy up. She continued to plead with him "No Billy! We’ll have to get married if you get my pregnant!" but it was eventually too late. She felt the surge of his warm and stick semen inside her body. He pulled out of her but she still lay there crying. "Billy, I just wanted to be your friend." Seemingly in response to that, Billy gripped her left breast with both hands and started to squeeze it, like he was trying to crush it. It caused her nipple and several blood veins to pop out upward. Mary grabbed his hands and tried to pull them off, as he was causing her serious pain.

She was still no match for his strength and even though Billy knew this, it still angered him that she tried to slide his hands off of her. In his rage, all he could focus on was Mary’s defenseless left nipple. He leaned down and put it into his mouth and shortly he tasted copper. This was followed by Mary screaming even louder than when his gun tore her hymen. Billy had bitten off Mary’s nipple. It was just then that the door sprang open and in walked Eddy and Father Fred, Mary’s mentor. "Good Heavens!" The Father shouted as he ran over and pulled Billy off of Mary. However, he completely misunderstood what was going on.

"You filthy little whore!" The Father said as he took off his belt a started to lash away wildly at Mary’s naked body, leaving bloody welts on her skin. Eddy tried to shield Billy from what was going on. "Filthy slut! Don’t you know he’s mentally challenged?! How could you take advantage of him like that?!" He continued to whip away on Mary. After that night, Mary never saw Eddy or Billy again. The Father took her back to the Catholic orphanage and explained his version of what had happened, how Mary had seduced Eddy into unthinkable sexual acts. Her reputation was ruined and before she could graduate, they threw her out onto the streets. She never got a chance to get her well earned diploma and she was now homeless. All thanks to that demon child that ruined her in every single way...

e if she was teasing me or what. I was about to zip up but she just went behind me and sort of dissapeared and next thing I know she is under the table and moments later her hand was around my shaft again and then she popped it into her mouth. There were 6 of us at the table, well 5 now, one was under the table and she was giving me absolutely great head. The conversation continued and I sort of went really quiet as I was concentrating on what Judy was doing to me. Nobody seemed to notice Judy wasnt there and I was away with the angels sort of. I suppose she had me in her mouth and giving me wonderful pleasure when I knew I was going to cum. I put my hand on her head and she just nodded to me that she got my message and then I exploded into her mouth. Anybody who has had an orgasm when getting head realises how wonderful it is and one of the guys said gee mate if I didnt know better I would say you were having an orgasm. Everybody laughed and by then I had cum completely and my cock was shrinking fast and I had to discretely close up my pants and belt and zip etc. By the time I did this, as I couldnt be too obvious, Judy was back at the table and somebody said where have you been and she just said sucking a savaloy and everybody laughed again and then she poked her tongue at me. I could see the remnants of my semen still there and she smiled and said quietly, thats just the entre, wait until main course. I knew I was right for the night and i put my hand down and stroked her leg and slowly moved my hand up toward her vagina. She opened her legs enough for me to feel her and she had no pants on so I had full access to her now soaking went cunt. I really wanted to go down and lick her out at the table but it would have been too obvious as she would have to spread her legs too wide and we were close but not enough room to do that unnoticed. She allowed me to continue to finger her and after a while she gave me a squeeze and I knew she was close. I looked at her as much as to say do I finish it or not and she nodded and a few minutes later she came with a silent but very visible orgasm. Her friend looked at her and whispered what are you doing and Judy smiled and said fairly audibly - cumming. That stopped the conversation completely as every body heard her,then every body spoke at once. The were astounded and she said quite openly Dave just fingered me off, and I was sitting there sucking my fingers clean of her cum juice. That brought the house down and I had to buy everybody drinks and Judy was the center of attention. She never admitted to sucking me off though and I wasnt going to say a word either. The other girls were amazed and wanted to know everything about how we did it etc and thought it was incredulous that we did it at the table and nobody noticed. The guys all wanted to try it, but the girls all said no as it waould be too obvious now what was happening.

After we all were nicely happy and pretty full we left and walked home. On the way I sat Judy on a wall and had sex with her standing up. Neither of us couldnt wait till we got home.

When I arrived my flatmate and his girlfriend who were at the pub were already into sex in bed and Judy and I went to my room and we started all over again. From the noises in the both rooms we were all going at it like rabbits.

The next morning Judy and I had sex together then went to the bathroom together and showered. A bit later in the morning when everybody was up and about - all naked as we knew each other that well, I was cooking breakfast and the girls started to compare notes on how many and what positions we tried. During breakfast her friend Sally said she wouldnt mind trying sex with me. She had already told Judy that and Judy said she didnt mind as we were not really going together. Sallys boyfriend said well that means I have to try Judy if Judy doesnt object.I am not just going to sit here and watch them - of course I will. We all ended up having a foursome together, and it was a marvellous time having sex here and there with anybody who was available. The girls got together and the two of us watched then have a sexual union between them while we both masturbated ourselves. We couldnt bring our selves to do it to each other as the girls wanted us to.

I have no idea how many times Judy and Sally got fucked that day as we began drinking as well and between fucking and sucking we had the orgy of our lifetime and when we took the girls home none of us could walk straight from the combination of the beer and the soreness of having sex so often and in so many different positions.

Now I have two girls happy to share me and there is always one available. My flatmate also has a collection of girls who he sleeps with but we havnt managed to talk them into a swap or an orgy yet. It just might happen and Judy and Sally will be the first in line with them if it happens.

ver. She wore five inch heels, which she was not used to at all. Her grassy green eyes flickered from side to side as she watched people pass her by. Sweat was pouring down her soft and supple skin as she waited in anticipation for her next orders.

"Get undressed."

The girl's heart stopped at those two words. Get undressed while in public? She paused for a second, then replied, "yes, master."

She looked around her and noticed that there were still people passing by. She gulped, then took three deep breaths. She began by kicking off her heels as quickly as possible.

She paused again.

One pair of eyes were on her.

She took off her tank top.

Three pairs of eyes were on her.

As she breathed heavily and deeply into the reciever, she dropped her tanktop onto the pavement below her. She cupped her left breast and felt her heart just trying to hammer right through. The red-head knew it was useless and against her master's wishes to cover herself. She dropped her left hand and exposed her breasts.

Ten pairs of eyes were on her.

She shivered a bit for she could feel more eyes were upon her bare skin. She kept her head down and looked towards the ground. She unbuttoned her mini-skirt and watched as it pooled around her feet. She stepped out of them and used her right foot to slide it off to the side.

Twenty pairs of eyes were on her.

Now all that was left was her panties. She shuddered as a cold chill ran down her spine. A visible wet spot was on the crotch of her cotton panties. She touched it with her middle finger and smiled. She knew that she would enjoy this act of exhibition. She looked up and stared into the eyes of her audience.

Fifty pairs of eyes were on her.

She slipped out of her panties and smiled for the crowd as she exposed herself to the world.

"Are you undressed?" The voice again.

"Yes, Master. I'm now naked and willing to please you in any way," the nude girl replied.

"Good. Now lie down on your bed."

"Um... Master? I'm not in my room. I'm calling from a payphone."

"Wha... what?"

"I'm calling from a payphone. I'm nude and in public right now."

"What the..."

Let's end the story right here so that I can do what I've originally set out to do! Randomness onwards! E = MC Hammer should wear his parachute pants in public again! Stars are actually suns that are far away. Wait... was it the other way around? Two naked girls in college are in the shower making out. A girl with green haired screamed as Elmo fucked her with a bible. No... not that Elmo! I'm talking about the one from Sesame Street. Green eggs and ham is the secret to making an up-tight girl orgasm multiple times!

Why should the cucumber get all the glory as a sex-toy? An egg-plant cries as it was betrayed by its owner, a blonde beauty, who chose the cucumber for anal masturbation. A dog runs around in the yard, barking about how taxes should be reduced and how he has a bigger penis than the average human male. A librarian made out with a hermaphrodite in the children's section. Later that night, a cat-burgler broke into the library and later revealed that she was an asian beauty with a 24/7 sex-drive. Snoopy joined in later and the four of them had an orgy... of sorts.

Right... now would be a good time for another random erotic story about two girls making love in the shower room! Er... maybe not the shower room. Instead, let's make it the wine celler of a local steakhouse.

"Oh... Mindy... I think... I think I'm..."

"Shh... I know. There's no need for words," Mindy replied as she pressed her lips against Cindy's. They were both blondes with blue eyes and large breasts. They were very similar in appearance to the point that they were often mistaken for sisters. They continued swirling their tongues against each other as they slowly undressed themselves.

Within seconds, they were both naked and lying down on the floor of the wine celler. Their clothes were everything for they were in a hurry to see each other in all their glory. A bra hung down from the neck of one of the wine bottles. Both panties were ripped off and probably could not be worn again.

"Oh... Cindy... you have such nice breasts!" Mindy exclaimed as she sucked on Cindy's left nipple with the lust of a river nymph. Cindy simply moaned with pleasure she felt the other girl swirl her tongue around the areola. Mindy continued her dominance over her lover by gropping the breasts with more force. As she turned her tongue's attention on then neck, her left hand slipped down to the pussy.

"Oh... my... god..." Cindy gasped as she felt fingers penetrate her lower lips. She rocked her hips as she felt her lover probe her most intimate orifice.

"Oh my... already wet," Mindy lifted her left hand to reveal the sticky substance on her fingers. She licked her fingers twice, then stuck them into Cindy's mouth. Cindy gladly accepted the fingers and sucked off her own juices. Mindy's eyes gleamed with lust as she lowered her head and said, "time to kick things up a notch."

"Wha... oh! Mindy... that's... my... you're licking it," Cindy gasped out between breathes as she felt Mindy's pink organ explore her folds. She shuddered with pleasure once she felt the tongue against her clit. She shivered and writhed on the floor as Mindy continued her primal assault.

"Don't hold back, just let go," Mindy smirked as she continued sucking and licking Cindy's clitoris. She held onto her lover's hips with both hands and rubbed her aching pussy against the floor at the same time. The wooden floor was stained with the pussy juice of both girls.

"I'M COOOOMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!" Cindy screamed as she felt herself climax. Her pussy squeezed and every muscle in her body tightened. Wave after wave of orgasm hit her as Mindy continued licking instead of stopping.

Why must some authors insist that their characters scream phrases like that when they're coming? Ritalin is your friend! It lets you have three times as much sex, you know! You know what I want to know? Did the exhibitionist girl in the phone booth have red hair or brown hair? I, for one, do not remember at all! Maybe it was one side red and one side brown. Maybe it was brown with red streaks... or the other way around!

Three girls in a tub starting licking each other's pussies. A cat joined in three minutes later, then went away as soon as it remember it hated water. A hot girl looked so intimidating that five guys decided to hit on her at once. They all became her sex-slaves the very next day. Should a teacher be allowed to date a student? They seem to get along pretty well when they have sex in the empty classroom. God must be a comedian and Satan a critic. Was it the other way around? Nah... God must be the comedian. The proof is in the cheerios!

Light bulb!

What I need right now is a new character. A new character to represent the what's left of my sanity. That way, no matter how out of whack my brain becomes, I'll always have just a bit of sanity left.

"So now I'm a beaver... what the fuck?" The newly created beaver grumbled. He slapped his tail against the floor to test out his new body. "Why the hell would you make me a beaver?"

Why not? It's fun! Now let's talk about names. How about Beaver Boy?

"Screw you," Beaver Boy replied angrily.

Frank?

"Go to hell," Frank growled as he glared at me with killer eyes.

Gordo?

"Just do the world a favour and kill yourself!" Gordo shouted as he flipped me off.

Fine... how about Chippy?

"Damn you and your abuse of your name-changing ability!" Chippy turned his back towards me and crossed his arms.

Zeed it is, then!

"Meh..." Zeed waved a hand and continued facing his back towards me.

Erotica onwards!

"Oh... Mindy..." Cindy continued moaning with pleasure as wine was poured over her breasts. The purple alcohol streamed down along her nipples and towards her naval. She rubbed the sticky liquid all over herself as she moaned with ecstasy. Her right hand reached down to fondle her womanhood, mixing up her own juices with the wine.

"Here comes the best part," Mindy grinned mischeviously as she took out a bottle of champagne. She used one hand to shake the bottle as much as she could while she used the other hand to push against Cindy's side. "Roll over, girl. This one's going in your ass."

Cindy's eyes widened at those words as she rolled over for her lover. She tucked her knees in and pushed out her ass for Mindy. She heard the sound of uncorking of the champagne bottle. Half a second later, the champagne was rushing along her anal passage and into her bowels. The feeling was incredible!

Did you enjoy that, Zeed?

"How can I went you forgot to give me any genitilia whatsoever? I'm not even sure if I'm a guy or a girl!" Zeed complained.

Well... that's just too fucking bad, Zeed.

Hopefully, you'll never see a part two come out any time soon if ever! If it does come out... it'll probably have something like this:

"Oh... Rush! Oh..." A significantly older Roll (afterall, don't want any underage girls in here :p) moaned with pleasure as she laid her back against the wall and allowed the robotic dog to lick her exposed artificial pussy. She rocked her hips and bit her lower lip as she felt an orgasm approach.

End of part 1 of hopefully 1!