Gina

by Calperniaus

 

My first victim was Gina she was easily the most fun. She was a lab assistant who had tortured me in school. Gina's no longer capable of college level work though. You see all my research is into drugs to be used for changing and controlling people. I myself am one result of my work. and my oversized dong and perfect tits a positive result. I started as the proverbial 98lb weakling and ended up the 110lb bombshell. Unfortunately I've found nothing that can affect bone so I'm still barely 5' and have a Manish face. Hard work with cosmetics allows me to pass completely but no one will ever call me Fashion Model beautiful; think Courtney Love, not Courtney Cox. Of course my body screams sex.

My drugs can change practically any soft tissue. Messing with the brain is even easier as we will see. But lets get back to Gina the lab assistant. While still at Stanford I'd completed some of my work in my junior year, long before grad school even. I had rushed what I was doing because of what Gina had done to me. We were both working in a biology lab our freshman year and I thought we had hit it off. If I'd had more success socially growing up I would probably have seen the signs that she was a cold bitch out to have fun at my expense. But because of all the teasing I had suffered growing up I'd stayed to myself and learned nothing of women.

Anyway Gina was a tall Latina with gorgeous brown eyes and black hair. She was kind of a big girl, not fat but large Amazonish you could call her. She had a habit of dressing a more provocatively than seemed appropriate. High heels, short skirts, skin tight blouses and too much make-up. Whenever we heard her heels tapping as she walked into the lab everybody looked. I was such easy prey for her twisted games. Somehow she convinced me without ever saying anything about it that she had a thing for small men. She was a foot taller than me in her typical high heel pumps. She was always teasing me about my height and slight stature. Calling me her baby brother.

She started telling me what size she thought I was in woman's clothes. That was a big surprise, had she guessed that I was a transvestite? I knew my sizes and she was making pretty good guesses. If only I had known how she guessed. It turned out she saw I was a good student and had started looking for a way to blackmail me into doing most of her schoolwork. To bad for her that she didn't realize just how good a student. She'd done the same thing in High school, blackmailing some guy with knowledge about his criminal activities. It was foolish really, because she was so bright, her problem was that she was lazy.

She thought she would just use her looks and body to get what she wanted from life. It worked on me for a while. As it turned out she had gotten into my apartment by flirting with the manager. She found all my fem clothes, my TS porno collection and used my fear of being found out to keep me under her thumb. She could have ruined my future prospects for employment and probably messed up my schooling.

On one level I can't complain she actually did help me with my presentation. Teaching me more about make-up than I could have learned on my own and certainly that's been useful since then. She didn't have hardly any female friends, so I was a substitute girlfriend. She could be really friendly encouraging me to dress and go out to the bars up in San Francisco. I'm not queer, but at my size I'd never managed to be with a woman. So with my porno mags as a guide I started picking up trannie chasers and getting blowjobs from them. I even fucked a few of them. With those guys it's always the same. "I'm not gay its just something about you" The second you get them alone, its straight for your dick and balls. I've been felt up so many times in bars it's amazing. Most guys aren't very good at it, they just grab and squeeze with me holding them off by crossing my legs and pushing away with my hands. But there are a few who are really good. They seem to know just what to do. They gently rub the tops of your thighs; maybe slip some fingers into your stocking tops. Working real slowly, by the time they get to my panties I'm ready to Lewinsky my own dress. And yes I've had a few silk dresses ruined that way, some guys just wont swallow. After a few accidents I got smart and only wore wash and wear when I went out.

If Gina had stopped with just the blackmail she would be a happy housewife to some computer millionaire in Santa Clara. But no, she had a mean streak in her that would just pop out once in awhile especially when she drank.

Because of our size differences Gina easily pushed me around when the mood struck. One night I was getting ready to go out. All I had on was the black satin Kimono that I wear as a dressing gown, with my garter belt, bra and panties underneath. I was wearing my favorite Etienne Aigner pumps with four-inch heels and nothing else. I was at my vanity doing my make-up when Gina walked into my bedroom.

"So you're going out tonight huh?" Gina was slurring her words a little which I knew meant she could be in a bad mood, or it might mean she was in a great mood. You could never tell with her. I stayed quiet and just smiled at her in the mirror. There was no way of guessing what might set her off, I'd been battered enough to want to avoid it. A couple of other times she had beaten me up fairly badly leaving me needing stitches in my head one time. So I was deathly afraid of her when she drank.

She looked good though; she appeared to be dressed for a fancy date, dramatic make-up, and cleavage hanging out of her top, short tight skirt and her ever-present heels.

At my smile she said, "John blew me off tonight, couldn't get away from his wife. So I thought you and I could spend the night in, a few beers, and some pizza. So there's no need for you to finish dressing." I knew that would be bad. More alcohol and she had been stood up. I knew there was only one answer so I agreed, smiling and saying it sounded fun. I would do practically anything to avoid pissing her off and receiving a beating.

I had to finish dressing though, because I had to go out for the beer. Even scared of her the way I was I didn't want to let her drive. She may have been a problem for me, but it was wrong to let her drive drunk and maybe kill some poor kid walking home. I told her so, but this seemed to piss her off a little. She made me get the beer in just my kimono; the dam thing only came down to mid thigh. In a 7-11 there was no way I would pass dressed like that. She knew it of course. It was just another way to torture me.

When I walked into the store the clerk and a couple customers started gawking. It was so uncomfortable. I bought the beer and when he asked for my ID I knew it was just to humiliate me. Leaving the store one of the customers followed me out to my car. He stopped me at my door and propositioned me. I'm telling you fags are everywhere. When I turned him down he got angry and shoved me back against my car. But like most bullies he was chicken shit and stopped when I called for help. As soon as he stepped away I jumped behind the wheel and drove off.

When I pulled up to my building Gina had come outside and was waiting for me. The night seemed like it was getting worse and worse. She walked up to my car and opened my door saying "Such a cute little thing deserves to have doors held for her don't you think?" More of her games she was just keeping me in my place. She knew I was frightened of her, when she acted menacing. I wasn't ready for what came next though. She stepped back and let me out, closing my door behind me. I had my wallet and keys in one hand and 18 beers in the other. As I started past her towards the sidewalk she shoved me from the side, spinning me towards the hood of my car causing me to sprawl onto it. The beer, my keys and wallet all crashed to the ground. I hit the car with my chest so hard that both my breast forms burst and started leaking silicone down my chest soaking my bra and kimono. She was holding me down with her hands laughing.

Gina leaned over me and said into my ear "You're gonna love this baby." I could feel one of her hands reaching under my kimono and pulling my panties down. It was frightening I knew she planed to rape me. She had threatened to before; she was such a mean drunk. I could glance back enough to see she had pulled up her skirt showing that she had strapped on a dildo. The situation was so unreal, for some guys it's a fantasy to have a beautiful woman fuck them in the ass, but not for me. I'm not queer I didn't want any thing shoved up my ass. She whispered into my ear "Every girl loses it in a car, sweetie." I didn't even have time to catch my breath before she brutally shoved it in. She started humping me right away her laughter growing louder. She had one hand on my neck and the other over my mouth to keep me quiet. It was so degrading to be raped by a woman, who did it just to torture me. And it was getting worse. My pelvis started reacting to her thrusts pushing back to reach her. When she felt that she started talking in my ear again "That's it baby, hump my dick, faster, faster." And while she was saying this I was moving faster to keep up with the increased pace of her thrusting. I started crying when I felt myself start to cum. The bitch had made me cum by fucking me in the ass. When she noticed my body go rigid she knew what had happened and pulled me upright while pulling out. When she let go I collapsed to the ground sobbing uncontrollably. All she did was walk away laughing louder than ever and saying "Jamie you have one sweet ass."

My neighbor found me a few minuets later still crying.. It didn't even occur to me about how I was dressed. He helped me to my door. He must have seen Gina walking away. I've always thought that he assumed she was a Tranie too. He thought I should call the cops, but that would have alerted the school to my lifestyle so I pleaded no. No one in my building had known my secret before then. But everyone knew within a couple of days. To make things worse the same neighbor started hinting around that he'd like to see me dressed like that again. I couldn't stand it and moved out at the end of the week. I found a small house that I could afford and moved in there. Gina thought it was funny that I had to move because of my embarrassment over a little thing as she called it. Apparently for her rape was a little thing.

It wasn't either, because as long as she was able to, she would stop by my house just to fuck me, it was all part of her dominance games. She would get drunk and drop by to humiliate me. As time went on it became unbearable.

Gina's increasingly vicious attitude towards me was what drove me to find a manner of revenge. I should have just stuck her behind the wheel of her car passed out after one her drinking binges and pushed it off a cliff. I probably would have, except that in the pharmaceutical lab I was working in we had created several failed drugs that gave me ideas.

One was based on a poison that tribes in Brazil use to paralyze fish. The original idea was that it could be used for delicate surgery where any movement by the patient would be dangerous. What it was supposed to do was cause rigidity in voluntary muscles thereby paralyzing the patient. When they first tried it on monkeys they found that it acted slowly, first the chimps would start moving ever more slowly until they finally just froze in place the chimps didn't even fall down, they just stood or sat there rigid unable to move anything but their eyes. The drug lasted almost 24 hours.

Very limited human trials showed the same action. Volunteers given the drug while standing became steadily stiffer until totally rigid after only an hour. If they were kept on their feet for the test they never fell down. The test subjects reported that when being questioned afterwards stated that they were fully aware of their surroundings with heightened senses, more acute hearing, a more sensitive feeling of touch etc. They also stated that they were unable to sleep and were awake the whole time. Their biggest complaint though was caused by all of their muscles being rigid for such a long period of time. When it wore off they were incredibly sore and weak, the soreness lasted for days.

Unfortunately when combined with anesthesia the paralytic drug stopped the heart and lungs as well. When this was found out the drug was dropped and further study was discontinued.

When I stumbled on the research papers about the drug I saw potential for it in regards to problems in my life like Gina. I convinced my Professor to let me work with the drug in hopes of finding a solution for the problems created when it was mixed with anesthesia. My real intent was just to get my hands on quantities of it. I did do enough work with it though to increase its efficacy so that a single dose would paralyze a chimp for over 72 hours. My hope was to give her the drug the next time she started beating on me, or came over to degrade me some more. I didn't use it because I realized how pissed she would be when she regained use of her body.

My main work as a star undergrad in the lab though was work on creating targeted molecules for disease. The idea was simple. If we could get the body's immune system to attack cells we chose, we could stop a lot of cancer and other diseases in their tracks. It would be a true magic bullet. Because the potential revenue was so great there were dozens of us working on different avenues of this research.

I was working on molecules that would attach themselves to diseased sperm cells. The idea was to prevent STD's. Maybe it would stop the spread of AIDS through sex. It didn't work out that way at all, somehow the molecule I was using would get out into the blood stream and travel to specific regions of the brain. It ended up that higher reasoning was destroyed leaving the trial subjects morons, we figured out that it was an impairment of neurotransmitters. We didn't notice immediately because in the early stages of the destruction the differences were too subtle. It took repeated doses and many weeks to see what was happening. Since the patients were terminal they usually died before the effects were obvious. We knew that our trial was risky. It practically encouraged unsafe sex amongst people with AIDS.

It wasn't until we had a few patients make miraculous recoveries that we saw what had happened. It was all kept hushed up because we had tested on patients in the universities hospital without consent. Still it might have gone unnoticed because it wasn't the patients, it was there partners. They could still walk, talk, and feed themselves things like that. But they were incredibly stupid. Forest Gump would have seemed smart to these poor unfortunates. We were flabbergasted because the patients that took the drug had no ill effects. It was only their sexual partners that suffered, and even these were only the ones that were doing anal sex. Apparently having sperm leak into your bloodstream through the vagina wouldn't let the molecules out into your blood. Our saving grace was that the fucked up neurotransmitters returned to normal after 4-5 weeks.

This was what gave me my idea for rescue from Gina. The final straw was when she had forced me to go to my labs Halloween party dressed as a woman. She got drunk and started intimating to my colleagues that this was no costume for me. Her reputation for being a mean alcoholic was such common knowledge that everyone ignored her.

Gina had gotten to the point that I could no longer take a chance that she would keep quiet so I had to do something right away. It took me several weeks to get everything ready. One Monday afternoon I invited Gina over to my place for beer and pizza. I wasn't sure she would come because I hadn't done that in a long time. I told her I had some new outfits I wanted her to see. Getting ready was a blast. I put on a suit exactly like one she would wear, It made me feel incredibly sexy and powerful.

When she arrived she was surprised at my appearance and mentioned it. I told her I was so hungry that I wanted to eat right away, before showing her my new outfits. It seemed reasonable enough to her so she agreed.

We sat at the kitchen table and had our dinner. One thing any drag queen can tell you is that when you have lipstick on its better to drink from a straw. Since I did this so often Gina thought nothing of me putting straws in our beer bottles. What I had done though was coat her straw with the paralytic drug. It takes a fairly big oral dose and tastes odd so I wanted it to dissolve slowly into her beer.

I was careful to make sure that eating took awhile and several beers for her, I didn't even finish my first one. By the time she finished I could see from the way Gina was moving that she was already starting to stiffen up. She noticed and complained about it saying how stiff her arms and legs were feeling, thinking maybe she was getting sick. After I cleaned away the dishes I invited her into my dressing room to see my new outfits. She walked in very stiff legged. Things were going better than I hoped they would. She actually gasped when she saw what I had done in the bedroom. It looked like a bondage dungeon. I turned to her and said surprise. I actually wanted you over hear to try out my new equipment. I was hoping you might want to fuck me while I was bound and gagged. She started laughing and said it had never occurred to her that I liked the way she dominated me. I sat on a bench and started confessing to her that she had changed me. Now the only sex I ever thought about was with her.

Gina was amazing. She didn't miss a beat. She strode forward and slapped me. And said "is that what you like". I told her yes; but that I had bought her an outfit and would she please put it on for me. She smiled and slapped me again before she said yes. The blows were so slow and mild that I knew she was becoming too stiff to defend herself. I was a little surprised that she didn't notice how slow she moved. My back up plan had been to run out the door locking her behind and wait until she could barely move if she'd noticed. I told her the outfit was in the walk in closet and she could leave her dress in there after she changed.

She trustingly went to get the outfit and change. I waited several minuets and went to look in on her. I found her standing almost still dressed only in a black satin Kimono her lingerie and heels. She looked just the way I did when she raped me. When she realized I was there she started turning towards me. She could still move but it was very hard for her. That was when I told her about the drug coating the straw. I was surprised that she could still yell at me. I had expected her speech to be much more difficult. She started moving slowly towards me, I suspect to hit me for what I had done. Maybe she thought I had an antidote I could give her. I turned on my heels and marched back towards my dungeon.

I could hear her following me but moving much slower than I was. When she reached the dungeon it was a shocking moment for her when I turned back on her a grabbed her wrist stopping it from swinging at my head. The muscles really were becoming rigid. It took both of my hands to force her hand down to her side. She had very little movement left but she was so much stronger than me. She could still speak, but more softly now. She was pleading with me to stop this. She could no longer move her legs or arms. I did my best to put her in the position I wanted which was hands at her sides and legs spread apart, it actually looked very sexy. She had started sobbing while still pleading with me. Asking me why I was doing this.

I kept quite while moving about her getting things ready. I considered gagging her but I was sure she would lose her powers of speech in a few minuets. I was working as fast as I could, I had things I still had to do. The drug works from the extremities towards the trunk with the muscles in the torso the last to be paralyzed. I buckled a wide leather belt around her waist with rings riveted to it for attaching things. I also buckled leather wrist and ankle cuffs on her. I attached her wrists to the belt and snapped a spreader bar to her ankles. I had ropes hanging from the ceiling that ran through pulleys to a small electric winch. I tied these off to her wrist and ankle cuffs. The setup was intended to lift her vertically up off the floor. I needed the winch because she was far too heavy for me to lift on my own; I'm simply too small to do it.

Gina glared at me the whole time, following my movements as much as she could with her eyes. She had quit pleading with me and had changed to threats. She was saying that if I didn't let her go now she would cut my balls off. Then she changed back to pleading saying she would quit the blackmail, going on an on. She stopped when she saw the dildo that I rolled out in front of her it was attached to a metal framework sturdy enough to hold her weight. It looked like the biggest dick you can imagine. Trailing from its base were several tubes that lead to a small box that contained enough nutritional liquid to keep her healthy for weeks. It also was where any shit would get evacuated. It was the reason I was in such a rush. If her ass went totally rigid before I got the thing inserted I would never get it into her.

I started the winch lifting her off her feet. She started trying to scream for help. But her voice was barely a whisper now. Once I had her high enough off the floor I rolled the dildo into place and secured it to the floor.

I sat down on the bench in front of her so that she could see me. I was slowly sipping a Martini playing with the hem of my skirt letting my shoe dangle from my foot, trying to appear as sexy and attractive as possible. I started explaining she was dressed just the way I had been when she raped me. I also told her that there was a little more going on. I told her about the targeted drug and its effects on a human brain. I told her about how she would end up, as a moron, practically drooling, all the while able to remember what she had once been. She started crying when she heard that.

In the nutrient supply that would be pumped into her anus there was also a hypnotic drug. Its purpose was to make her more susceptible to hypnotic suggestion. I was going to do a little reprogramming. I told her how I had made some tapes with hypnotic suggestions buried in music that I would be playing for her while she remained my guest.

It was a little tricky lowering her onto the dildo and her final screams were of pain from it penetrating deep into her ass. There was a collar at its base that prevented it from impaling her so deeply that it would injure her, but it still went very deep. It had to hurt terribly; it certainly made tears run down her cheeks. Her high heels just touched the floor. The dildo in her ass was supporting about half Gina's 170lbs, the rest by her own feet.

Once she was in place I removed all the ropes. I finally did place a ball gag in her mouth for esthetic reasons. It felt wonderful, here was my nemesis at my mercy. She was unable to move and dependant on me for everything. I had decided that peeing would be her problem. As long as she was stuck on that dong any time she pissed it would run down her legs.

I was standing before her looking as sexy and girlish as I could. But she could do nothing about it. She looked gorgeous mounted on that phallus, the tiny kimono barely hiding her gorgeous body. I took several roles of film of her from every angle. I never wanted to forget how sweet revenge feels. It was gratifying to see she was still crying.

When I finished the pictures I told her about the hypnotic commands There were only a few.

Always obey Jamie

You love to suck Jamie's cock

You feel sick if you don't drink Jamie's cum every day.

The only way you can climax is from Jamie's dick in your ass.

No matter how much you masturbate you won't cum.

Vaginal penetration cannot make you cum.

I inserted another command to always remember what had happened to her.

After I started the tape machine I turned out the lights and locked up the room. I didn't return for three days. When I checked on her she actually looked good considering. As soon as the lights came on I could hear muffled screams through the gag in her mouth. Gina's eyes had a glassy look to them, but she was still blinking normally so I didn't think she had let them dry out. There was a dried puddle of urine around her feet that made the room reek. She must have hated that, with her heightened sense of smell. The paralytic drug had worn off several hours before and she was struggling to free herself when I entered. There was no way she could though. Not with the way her ankles were bound to the framework holding the dildo, her hands attached to the belt. She was still helpless.

I was checking on her to see how the hypnosis was working. I told her to stop speaking and struggling. It took my saying it several times before she stopped. So the drug and suggestions were starting to work but not completely. I left again and did not return for two more days. This time she stopped immediately when I told her too.

Now we were ready for the last phase of her treatment. I attached the ropes to her and hoisted her up off the dildo. But I left her hands and feet bound. I told her not to make a sound when I removed the gag. I was still a little uncertain of her. She had beat me up several times before so I was in no hurry to let her free. But she remained quiet so I felt a little surer of my implanted control over her. With some hesitation I removed her restraints and she was free to move around for the first time in days. She ran to the toilet. I think she needed to pee.

We went out to the living room to talk. I explained that now the tables were turned and that she was under my control. I could see her seething, but she felt compelled to do what ever I said. I asked her if there was anything she wanted to do before she left and she said she wanted to give me a blowjob. It was more of her training kicking in. I lay back on the couch while she kneeled before me and placed her head beneath my skirt to get access to my dick. Man Gina really did know how to give head. I came after just a few minuets. She licked every bit of sperm off her lips that she could.

The drug I was taking tasted awful and was giving me gas, because of this I was getting impatient for Gina to call. She finally did call me a couple of days later sounding very drunk. She was feeling cramps and was running a low fever but she didn't know why. The scream that came over the phone when I told her about the suggestions that were causing her discomfort was outrageously loud. I didn't hear from her for a few more days after that little revelation.

Gina tried doing it with some guy she picked up at a bar thinking that would make her feel better. Of course it didn't and she was feeling even worse. When she showed up on my doorstep I greeted her with a huge smile. Towering over me she was so angry that she actually managed to slap me before the command to obey kicked in. All I did was tell her to stop. I didn't want to control her too much because it was so fun watching her struggle with the things I had done to her. She started asking exactly what she had to do so that the cramps and fever would go away. I asked if she had tried masturbating, which she had. But there was a problem no matter what she did she never climaxed. She and the stud from the bar fucked for hours but she barely got excited.

I was laughing when I said you're doing it wrong. It's another suggestion I planted. I invited her in and promised that she would feel much better when she left. I took her to my bed Gina was actually gentle in bed that day. She asked if I wanted head but I told her no. She really was a beautiful woman and I was determined to take advantage of my position. I rolled her onto her back. I had been hard since I saw her standing at the door in her extremely sexy business attire. Her skirt was barely longer than her jacket. I just wanted to climb all six feet of her right then.

 

Now that I had her in my bed I lifted her skirt and pulled her panties aside to give me access to her rosebud. When she felt my dick against her anus she pulled away a little, her eyes had a frightened look and her breath grew shallow but she still allowed me push my way in. She relaxed immediately when she realized it didn't hurt. I was disappointed myself. The reason I had made this particular suggestion was that I had hoped that Gina would feel the humiliation that I had when she raped me. But she looked so beautiful and was in such obvious discomfort that my hatred faded a little. When she left she was feeling fine, she even smiled at me.

 

A couple of days later Gina was back on my doorstep. The cramps and fever were back; she had tried anal sex with another guy from her favorite bar. But just like before it didn't help although she came like a racehorse. I didn't explain that vaginal sex would never again satisfy her. This time when I explained the problem she didn't try to hit me. She just said aren't you the clever one. I have to see you every few days to fuck or I feel like shit. She was smiling when she said it. This was something she would not have done if she had thought of it, actually if she could have thought of it.

This went on for weeks I would see her almost everyday for either a blowjob or anal sex. But gradually I started seeing the changes. She was having trouble doing her lab work. Now even when she worked at her schoolwork it was too hard for her.

Within a month she was a moron, she dropped out of school and could barely get a job as a waitress. Her IQ had dropped so far that she spoke very slow and deliberate, she couldn't understand complicated words very well. She knew what was happening but she kept coming back for the sex, because if she didn't she felt so terrible.

We started going up to San Francisco together, all dolled up and ready for anything. It was a blast. Because of our size difference the trannie chasers assumed she was a T. They wouldn't leave her alone until she let them grope her. This became the only way she could get by, letting guys grope her in the bars for drinks, and turning tricks for cash.

I was taking most of her money, leaving her just enough to get by on. I started making her pick up businessmen who where staying at the hotels. We would sit around the bar attracting attention because of the way we were dressed. They didn't kick us out after having Gina grease a few Palms or Penises. I would wear business suits like the ones Gina had always worn with skirts that were way to short. I took to wearing five-inch heels to add a little more to my height, my make-up would be too sexy for a business cutie, but I loved the feelings I got from all the attraction. Watching Gina degrade herself just because I asked was such a turn on. She would dress like a Drag Queen, skintight evening gown, towering platform heels, outrageously garish make-up dripping with rhinestones.

They always fell for it, thinking I was the real girl and Gina the T. It was such a set up. These guys were not your low rent trannie chaser. For them being on top was important. They wanted to fuck Gina in the ass or get head from her. Some guys would say they didn't want me coming up to the room with them, just Gina. If they were married we would tell them we were a package deal. If they were single Gina would go to their room alone. But the married bastards no way, I wanted them to pay. I had perfected a version of my drug that was permanent and that was what they got, one dose and several weeks later total moron.

What married guy wouldn't want a hottie and a Drag Queen lavishing their attention on him? When we got them to the room I would start them out by standing at the edge of their bed. I would reach up to put my hands around their neck. Looking up as if I wanted a kiss. When they reached down to me Gina would grab their arms from behind I would drive a toe into the jerk offs groin at the same time. As they folded forward Gina would twist them away from me and drive them down to the floor. While she held them still I would strap a gag into their mouth, then I would handcuff them.

We were good at this. It was all preparation for deflowering them. I know how degrading it is to be raped. These cheating fucks needed a permanent lesson. While they were struggling on the floor with my dick buried in their ass I would whisper in their ear what was going on. I would tell them to look at Gina; by this time she would be sitting in a chair quietly giggling, drool running down her chin. I would tell them about how she had once been smart enough to attend Stanford. They always started crying when they herd that.

Eventually I lost interest in Gina, but she had physically deteriorated so far that she didn't feel the sickness when I quit fucking her. Her IQ returned almost to the normal range, but she would never be able to manage college. The best she could hope for was to work in restaurants or bars. I'm not sure why, but she never quit dressing like a Drag Queen.

 

 

 

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