Disclaimer. There is a lot of sex, but nothing to extreme or to long.. So be prepared for it. Aside from that this is my intellectual property that has been submitted to "Fictionmania" and "Crystal’s Story Site." I probably won’t have a problem if anyone wants to post this elsewhere or continue the story, but ask first. And don’t post on pay websites.
Synopsis. Amy was transformed into a woman over a year ago, and then let out into the world. Tonight one of the people that was responsible is making a house call to determine her future.
Freedom with Addiction
by Ida N. Tidy
Amy was standing in the elevator naked. The elevator was almost disturbingly white and sterile. She watched the number slowly go down from 20 to 1 then B1 to B5. At B5 she came to a stop. The doors slid open to a large room. The room was square and had two exits on opposite sides. And the other two walls had two opposing elevators. So four elevators and two exits were the only way out. Each wall must have been close to 150 yards in both length and height.
Amy stepped out of the elevator. And for the first time she noticed she wore only one item of clothing. She had 6 inch high heels padlocked to her feet. She walked forward. She started paying close attention to the surroundings. The walls had a shiny white and once again sterile appearance. The floors were black marble, highly glossed, probably from wax. The ceiling was one large illuminated surface. And then the people in the room, or more appropriately the men. She was the only woman in the room. They all sat in four large circles. Must have been close to 40 men in each circle. An elevator across from her opened and another naked woman stepped out. She stood just as still as Amy did. And within five minutes there was a woman standing in front of each elevator.
Tiles on the floor moved and furniture rose. The men sat on the furniture which made Four "U" shapes. The open ends faced each of the women. Amy knew what to do instinctively. She stepped forward to the opening of the U shape and spoke, "Men, I would be very happy if each of you would take off all your clothes before we proceed." She heard an echo and realized that each or the other three women just said the exact same thing to their groups. Within a minute she stood before 38 naked men.
She smiled and she started dancing slowly and seductively. She knew every curve the men wanted to see of her. She danced. She rotated. She moaned. She had a very sexual experience. And she looked up and saw that the men did as well. She looked around at them as she gently swayed back and forth. She spotted the one she wanted, a man with an obscenely large penis. She walked over to the man and turned around so that her butt was facing him. She bent over and looked between her legs at him and lowered her butt a little. She reached out and grabbed his penis between her fingers an slowly placed it to her pussy lips. She slowly lowered herself down onto it, well a couple inches. She lifted herself up half way and pushed down again. It took her about twelve repetitions of this behavior before she had enveloped it in its entirety. She started moaning as she straddled the man’s lap. She felt pain from the stretching and pleasure from the filling. She felt like she was going to cum soon.
She opened her eyes and saw a woman in a white lab coat. She looked at Amy and spoke, "Enjoying yourself Amy?"
Amy smiled and between moans stammered out, "Yes Doctor Jenny. You know how I feel with a cock stuffed up my cunt." Amy had an orgasm for the first time, the man under her was coming close to his own.
"Really?"
"Oh yes Doctor Jenny. I love the feeling of being stuffed. I’ve told you this before."
"No Amy, this morning you said that you would never be seen doing anything with a man."
Amy had her second orgasm. "That wasn’t me Dr. Jenny."
"Sure it was Amy, remember this morning, about two hours ago… you were in my office, back when you were still a man."
Amy’s eyes bulged, and the memories flooded back. She immediately pulled herself off the near orgasmic male that was below her. "Uhh.. What have you done to me?"
"Turned you into a woman. Altered your mental status temporarily, but don’t worry you’re you from now on. But that was rather mean. You didn’t finish him off."
"I don’t want to finish him off." Amy protested.
Dr. Jenny just smiled and walked over to the man. She gripped the man’s penis, "But Amy look how wonderfully hard it is, and can’t you smell it? I’ll tell you right now, that the body we gave you will need cum regularly in the first orifice it receives a load. Now doesn’t this cock look wonderfully tasty to you?
Amy stood trying not to be drawn. She licked her lips.
388 days later
Amy woke up. She was lying in bed next to her girlfriend Sara. She was careful not to disturb Sara as she gently rose out of bed. She opened the door to the large room. It was a double door, she only need to open one. She stepped out side the room and closed the door. Just to the side of the door and facing away the opposing wall, George, a butler, was holding a tray.
Amy looked at him and took off her nightgown and threw it over his shoulder. She pulled the lid off the tray and wrapped her fingers around a giant pink rubber dildo. She stood naked before the butler and inserted deep within her pussy lips. Then she took a pair of fresh pink panties off the tray and put them on. "Thanks George, that will be all for now.."
"Yes Ma’am, you do not want your cocktail?" he asked holding up a stainless steal cup.
"Not right now hun." she paused thinking, "Tell James, that he will serve me breakfast. Twenty minutes in the TV room."
"Very good Ma’am." he started to walk away, "which TV room?"
"umm.. The one with the beige couch and the white curtains."
"Very good, I’ll see to that immediately."
Amy turned and walked down the long hall. She walked into her gym, and decided to workout in the afternoon. She continued through to the pool room, and past into her morning dressing room. She put on some light make up, mostly pinks. Then she put on a loose robe. And she put on some slippers. Amy was a slut and she knew it, she knew no shame, but she did well for herself she loved her home. She walked toward the tv room where James would be waiting for her; where he had been waiting for her for over an hour. As she walked by she saw Michael.
"Michael, hun.. Feel up my boobs. Make me horny."
"Yes Mistress." Then he proceeded to touch and fondle Amy.
Her nipples became ultra sensitive, and she smiled, "Good boy." And she walked away from him. She arrived in the Television room and found James waiting. "Do not say a word. Now Stand." James did as he was told.. "turn around and bend over." He once again did as he was told, knowing the ritual. Amy walked over to a case mounted on the wall, there was one in every room. She opened it up and took out a syringe. She grabbed James’ balls and tugged them down slightly. And press the needle into his scrotum. She injected the contents in and threw the needle away. She sat on the couch and turned on the television. She watched idly finding nothing of real interest for about ten minutes. Then she looked over at James who was still standing in the same position. She walked behind him and looked. His balls had swelled up to the size of tennis balls. ""mmm great."
She opened her own legs and pulled the dildo out. She pressed it to James’ ass and slowly pressed it and eased it in. She watched with amusement as his penis grew hard. This was an automatic reaction, and had little to do with whether or not he was turned on. She wondered if she would have had the same reaction when she was a guy. James was fully hard now. Amy had him sit on the couch, with his straining member. She wrapped her fingers around and could feel his pulse intensely. "mmmm throbbing.. Just the way I like’em ." She Stood over him and put her hands on his shoulders for balance and impaled herself lightly on his penis. "Nice hot thick cock." She straddled back and forth for a while, until she felt him rapidly growing tense and loose. She got off him and wrapped her lips around his cock and bobbed her head up and down.
Finally he was at the point of orgasm and he flowed out. Amy started swallowing as fast as she could, but it kept flowing, it spilled out of her mouth and onto her robe. She was done, he was done, she leaned back, an handed him a spoon. He used the spoon to scoop up the cum on her face and body an fed it to her. She smiled with each yummy bite.
"James, you have my last dildo, why don’t you go around and find any that I may have left around, clean them off and put them in My ground floor bedroom by noon.
"Yes Mistress."
She went to a bathroom and took a shower. She was just about to leave when she heard a noise. Someone was there, usually she was not shy about one of the servants or one of her slaves being in the room, but she knew who this was. The curtain backed opened and she heard the footsteps behind her. She watched the beautiful hands come from behind her and wrap around her waist and the gentle kiss on the back of her neck before the silent embrace. "Hello lover."
And Amy smiled gently clutching the hands the voice belonged to, "Hello my love." a minute passed and Amy turned around and faced her lover.. Sara. They kissed.
Sara winked and said, "Just had breakfast I see."
"Yes, I did." She kissed her lower lip gently, "I would have brushed my teeth before the shower had I known you would find me here."
"That’s okay, I’ve gotten used to it, as long as I’m the only girl you kiss."
"More than that my love, your lips are the only lips my lips will ever touch." And they both slowly sank to their knees. She pulled the drain switch and turned oft the water as the tub slowly filled with warm water through the faucet.
Sara smiled, "You know we could move around a bit if we moved to the Jacuzzi."
"Well maybe I don’t want you to have all that room, maybe I just like you here where I can kiss you.. And while I’m doing that I can kiss you.. Maybe a little kissing, and before I’m done I will kiss you." She speared her lips wide in a great big smile, and Sara did as well. They both closed their eyes and started pressing their lips slowly. Peck by peck their lips slowly parted and their tongues caressed. And that was only the beginning.
After the shower Sara dressed Amy and then Amy dressed Sara. They wore identical style dresses. Both short tight and revealing, more appropriate for a night a club than a nice warm day at home. The only difference? Sara was in red and Amy was in Black. Their make up was identical pastel colors, they used purple for their eyes and pink on their lips, and used very little else, though Sara insisted on mascara, where as Amy felt happy with only the two.
They left the mansion together and took a drive out to a nice picnic place. It was about five miles form the mansion, and still secluded on Amy’s property. It was peaceful but neither f them were talking. There was a tension in the air over something, and they both knew what it was. Sara decided to bring it up and get it in the open. "Is she still coming tonight?"
"Yeah."
"What’s going to happen?"
" I don’t know. If they keep their word… nothing. But Look what they did to me, without my consent, outright deceiving me. I don’t know, but I’m not going to try and run or hide."
Sara nodded and put her hand on Amy’s hand, "I know we’ve been over this. But I want to be there, for you, and with you.. At your side, not just in spirit."
Amy looked down breaking their eye contact. "Look I love you Sara you know that. I’m saying that I’m scared of what they could do to me, and more afraid of what they could do to you to make me do something. I don’t want you to be there tonight, I’m asking you not to be there. But I won’t try to stop you. I know you too well to think that telling you not to be there, would do anything more than make you mad," Amy smiled, "plus you’d probably show up at that point just to spite me." and she stuck her tongue out at Sara.
Sara jumped on top of Amy laughing, "You better watch it with that tongue missy or I just might bite it." She chomped her front teeth together twice quickly.
"Promise?"
"Yup… well maybe a little nibble." And she let the thought slide for a moment, "I want to be there, I’m thinking that I will be, but if I can talk myself out of it for your ease of mind, I won’t come… Just don’t be mad when I do show up."
The day did not mention anymore about ‘her’ or the people that made Amy.. Well.. Uh Amy. But of course the tension was gone, and so was the food. Though there were still a couple edible things remaining, though something happened and Sara found herself with lines of rich silky thick whipped cream across various body parts. Luckily for her Amy was more than happy to clean up the mess.
It was 5 o’clock. Sara had gone to another room, and Amy had some of her ‘servants’ prepare a 10 course meal. it could have been thanksgiving if one did not look at the calendar. At about five minutes past the hour the doorbell rang. The few visible servants watched a sight they had never seen before. Amy rose up and walked to the door and answered it herself.
It was another woman dressed all in black. Expensive looking necklace. She looked like she might have had long hair, she wore it up. They smiled warmly and gave each other a small hug, "Hey Amy! Well look at you, I never thought I’d see you like this.!"
"See what, doctor Jenny?"
"You… the self-made millionairess."
"Well…"
"We never picked you for the ambitious type."
"I wasn’t." There was an uncomfortable silence for a moment, "I had a meal cooked, I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I had them prepare a few dishes."
Doctor Jenny smiled, "well thank you for going to all this trouble, but you didn’t have to."
Amy lead Doctor Jenny to the kitchen, and sitting at the table was an extravagantly beautiful and made up Sara. Sara stood up and introduced herself, Doctor Jenny simply introduced herself as Jenny. The dinner was strangely casual, mostly talking small talk, fashion trends, and politics. There were, as one could imagine, a lot of left-overs. Amy simply told George to have it brought to the cellar.
"This is kind of awkward" Amy said.
"Yes it was quite awkward the first few times I met with some of the others who were let out."
Sara jumped in, "Enough of this.. please what exactly did you do to Amy? Who was she before this? Are you going to force her to go back?"
They both looked at Sara, but it was Jenny who spoke, "No.. we will not force her to go back, unless she decides at some point to go public with her experience... as for who she was, I don't actually know. She was a he, but I suspect Amy already told you that much. There is a file on him that I wrote. Mostly I wrote some brief notes on what happened a year ago and briefly reviewed it last week. A mildly successful business man. he had a passion for art, but decided not to pursue it on a professional level. He had problems with women, he seemed to go through periods of extreme sensitivity or extreme insensitivity. He came to us because one of our girls met him during one of his over-sensitive mood swings, and thought she had found someone with the right traits to become one of our girls...."
"One of your girls..." Amy sighed
"What exactly is one of your girls?" Sara asked.
"Well," Jenny started, "After we decide that a man is qualified, we have some techniques that transform the body one hundred percent to our specifications... and we have some rather invasive methods for altering the mind..."
Amy added, "and what you did to my body wasn't…’invasive?’"
Jenny simply replied, "That's not for me to judge. I am a psyche technician." she paused and continued. "the girls after the transformation are placed in a room with several men... and the first orifice they have a man ejaculate into becomes an addiction, both physical and mental. Their libido is amplified, I honestly don't think in that first day they could say ‘no’ and after that first day, they most likely would not. We give all our girls official identities like we did with Amy."
"You mean like a social security number?"
"that and just about everything else. school records, class photos, we even arrange for random people to remember experiences with ‘her’ if they are ever questioned." She paused for a minute... "then the girls are assigned to a group, the willing or the unwilling. Those that are willing are put to good use to make us money and in exchange we give them good lives.. fulfilling socially, professionally, personally, and sexually. They are taken care of, and rewarded for their obedience. Those that do not cooperate are given a drivers license, a credit card with a thousand dollar limit, and 500 cash with one outfit of their choice. most usually end up as whores or prostitutes within a month... They get their money and their sexual fix. Often caught up with drugs and/or abusive pimps. when we come back a year later they are most times eager to come back. those that come back are just sold to other companies or individuals so that we make our money back on them and a tenfold bonus. Those few that don't come back barely make it by, or rely heavily on the men that have taken them in... but Amy is different... Amy is the first one of our girls to not only come out well in control, but successful. And I.. Um I guess I should say we want to know why."
Amy nodded, "Maybe we should take this beyond the dinner table, maybe to one of the lounging rooms."
Sara nodded as well and added, "The velvet room."
The three entered the room.. It had no windows, and was sparsely decorated.. The walls were painted a soft pink, while the floor was a soft , but dark red carpet. The ceiling was painted to the same color as were the kick plates that lined the bottoms of the walls. Aside from the case mounted on the wall with the syringes, there were only two pieces of furniture, a love seat and a big soft chair for one. The two pieces of furniture faced each other.
Jenny, asked, "Is this where you have your company sit?" There was a spark of humor in her voice.
Sara answered, "No no no.. This is where we entertain the toys."
Jenny nodded in understanding. "I see.. So let me guess You two make out on that love seat while your boy-toys just sit and watch? Either tied up or not allowed to touch themselves?"
Amy nodded shyly. "…yeah."
"What about this case?" She asked fingering a case with a few needles in it.
Amy responded calmly, "it’s a drug one of my slaves came up with, it makes him produce sperm at an accelerated rate, gives me a big fix."
"That I interesting, we might have to enter into negotiations."
"Umm." Amy started to interject.
Jenny caught on quickly, "But no worries, that’s not for tonight."
Sara changed the subject, "Maybe we should have one of the boy toys come up for some entertainment."
Amy shook her head, "No now isn’t really the time for that."
Sara, was obviously trying to push some of Amy’s buttons but it wasn’t working very well. Amy was too scared. Jenny could not have been unaware of that. Amy was usually very aggressive, toward evereyon4e except for Sara. Sara and Amy were equals, And Amy was dominant to everyone else. But Amy was so shy so meek.. It was starting to scare Sara. Sara had noticed that even the minor outbursts that Amy had made, were quickly quieted. At least here the two could sit together, and hold hands. Sara ordered James to bring in some drinks so that they could resume their talks. Sara and Amy sat down holding hands, while Jenny sat in the ‘toy’ chair. It worked well because by the time the drinks arrived, it seemed as though Amy had her confidence back,
Jenny spoke, "So why don’t you tell me about how you got to this point."
Amy nodded. "Not much to it I’m afraid. After you let me go I stayed in a hotel room, I used the credit card. The next day I used the cash to put some money down on an apartment. Well my addiction problem came up, so I used it to my advantage, and the land lord let me in without paying my first and last or security fee. Just pay by the month. Apparently the last person who lived their left some stuff. Not much, a very old laptop. Well not that old, but it was running Windows 95."
"ugh." Jenny choked.
"Oh my god Amy you never told me it was that bad.. My poor baby." and Sara hugged Amy tightly.. "Windows 95... That must have been horrible."
Amy continued. "Yeah, well it worked better than I thought." I got AOL. "Jenny and Sara once again both shuddered in concern, and gave sympathetic looks. "Well My addiction was getting to be a problem. There’s only so many guys you can just randomly suck off before catching something.. I lucked out. One night about a week after I moved into that place. I found a room about female domination. As soon as I logged into the room, everyone was so friendly. And many of them were willing to do anything I told tem.. I tried to answer everybody, but it was so hard. Well on caught my attention. He said he wanted to be my slave. That in itself wasn’t a big surprise, but the fact that he was a doctor and a very well off one did. He had recently been divorced so there was no other woman in his life. And he said he wanted to join my slaves and would even except being at the bottom of the totem pole so to speak.. I told him that I was just starting out. And he offered to be my first slave, if I would have him, and that all that was his would be mine. Well I ordered him to get some medical test, and it turned out that by the end of the month I was moved out of that apartment and moved into his house as his owner."
"And doctors have lots of money." Jenny added.
"yes. Although apparently not right away. I guess there is no magical ‘once they’re a doctor they have lots o money’ spell or anything." Well as I found he was unable to completely satisfy my sexual urges, I told him I wanted more slaves, he accepted that without hesitation, no sadness or disappointment in is eyes, just a happy sparkle. So I put on my AOL profile that I was looking for some new live-ins. Well that was a mistake, I was overwhelmed with emails in a day. I took it off my profile. But I read through each one. And found a web designer that was local. I told him that I would meet with him, I had the good doctor have him run his tests, and he was clean.. So he moved in. So he helped me create a website. In that every month I would except any slave who could interest me, and any who weren’t accepted could sign up for my private emails and I would send them weekly orders. I streamed some online dominations, and quickly found that the house was becoming too small for my tributes, and that my slaves were amassing a huge amount of money for me. Soon I got an investor, who I donated half my money to.. And since he was my slave, that means that it was his.. in name only."
Sara jumped in, "and now tell her about me."
"Yes yes, I’m getting to that." Jenny smiled. "Well later we got an IRS investigator Sara Kaiserman. She found that we were doing everything pretty much legally, there was no coercion. I had, after all reported everything, and she saw how my boy-toys were just giving me there money, and considered it a non-issue. However when the investigation was over, she came over, and I was having one of my addiction attacks. I know I know. How can I have 22 male slaves, and have none around to help? Well most work, I had two in the yard doing their house work… And my web designer out grocery shopping. Well as You know.. My libido jacks up. When she came to tell me in person, I pretty much lost control of myself."
Sara continued the story, "yeah she just pulled me in and started ravishing me right there. What was funny, is that came to get one last glimpse of her, because I thought she was so beautiful. Yup I was a lesbian, and I wanted her so badly, but didn’t think she would be interested as she had so many men around. We ended up licking each others pussies until I passed out from my umpteenth orgasm. When I woke up she was sucking some guy off. I didn’t know what to say or think. The guy came in her mouth, and she seemed to calm down, I didn’t know what had happened."
Amy agreed, At first I thought she was either offended or confused. I was right. She was confused. I told her that sometimes, I had a slight nympho side to me, and I got attacks. During the attacks I would have an insatiable desire to take anyone near me. At first-"
Sara again, "-At first I was hurt by that, I was a target of opportunity, but she quickly changed. she offered to take me out to dinner as an apology for just moving in on me like that. And now that she was herself again, she wanted to make it up.. I accepted, but at the end she was getting ready to say goodbye, and she looked at my lips, and she seemed nervous."
"and she kissed me before I could even make a decision on whether I wanted to make a move." Amy took over. "and who’s telling this story?
"You are."
"Good, well anyway she came visiting. I tried not so suck any guys ff while she was around. But after about two months she moved in, and she saw me in my daily rituals. At first she seemed weirded out by it. A few times I even saw her watch me. And then one night I walked in on her trying to play with one of my tied up slaves. She was red. And I simply told her that it was okay, they had been ordered to obey her, as if she were me."
"I don’t know what happened, I was just curious. I don’t know what happened and it’s no like I’m that bi right now, I’m still mostly lesbian, but every so often I get this urge to feel a man between my legs." Sara said with a blush.
Jenny smiled, "No need to explain, if anything, I do believe in a woman’s right to indulge herself."
Amy nodded in agreement and squeezed Sara’s hand. "Well about a month after that we decided on buying a new home, this one. The amassed bought it easily. We had both an interior decorator, and a carpenter, who wanted to be my slaves, and I already had an electrician.. So room by room, we made this our dream house."
Jenny nodded, "When exactly did you tell Sara about us and who you were and what was done to you?"
"Two weeks ago."
"Right after my phone call informing you that I would be visiting?"
"Yes."
"You don’t want to go back and be a slave I gather." Jenny asked.
"No I don’t"
Sara added, "And neither do I. I want Amy with me forever."
"That’s just fine, do you have a lawyer on your slave list?"
"Yes."
"Good, here a simple contract, it basically says that you agree to keep the going-ons of our corporation secret. It really wouldn’t hold up in a court of law, since it asks you to break the law by not informing the authorities, but its our way of feeling more secure in ourselves, and trying to make it so that you won’t feel as though you are looking over your shoulder."
Amy nodded and excepted it.
"I’ll be back a week from tonight to collect it." She added.
Amy smiled, for the first time warmly to jenny, "Thank You."
Sara asked, "Is that it?"
"Well there is one other thing." jenny said. Both Sara and Amy frowned. "I want you to consider taking a job with us."
We will pay you about 2 million a year, a significantly less than what you have made in this past year. However we will give you access to a number of our girls that are agreeable."
"Why me?"
"You have taken the possibilities of what our girls can do to a whole new direction. This is virgin... Ahem.. This is new territory for us, but not for you. You get to be in charge of their training programs, and you will receive approximately 20% of the profits from each girl you train in quarterly bonuses. Depending on how many girls you train. Oh and all the men you cold possibly want to suck and/or fuck. You would have absolute power over their lives."
"Look I’m not interested." Amy declared.
"well I didn’t ask you if you would accept it. I just asked you to consider it." Jenny replied slowly.
"oh."
"I hope you will honestly consider it, just give me you answer next week."
Amy looked at Sara before answering. "I will, just don’t expect me to take it."
"I understand Amy, just remember ‘absolute power corrupts absolutely.’" Jenny spoke as she started walking away.
They said their good byes and Sara saw that spark in Amy’s eyes, she was jetting lustful. She was wishing that jenny would hurry up and leave. Because she was feeling the lust as well. They started snuggling and Sara stopped resisting, and started nibbling on Amy’s nipple through her dress. Amy spoke, "I love you."
And Jenny interrupted their final moment. "You’ve had your addiction for some time now… You’ve had your freedom with addiction.. Are you ready for absolute power with addiction?" and the door was closed.
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