Redemption

by Little Tom

 

The pretty young girl finished pulling up her second seamed white stocking and did the clasps around the white lace at the top. Slipping on a tiny hipster pair of sheer lace knickers, she quickly checked her reflection in the tiny mirror before putting on a light silk floral red dress buttoned up the front. It too was sheer and her underthings where just visible beneath the clinging fabric. Checking her hair and touching up her lipstick she went and waited by the door.

Not long after the door was opened by an elegantly dressed woman with a very odd mask. Made from silver, with domed mirrored glass over the eyes, the back of the head and jaw was covered in black laced leather and rubber. Only the mouth was visible of the face above the neck.

The woman strode in confidently and walked around the girl, who stood there quietly looking down to the floor. He dressed was straitened, her buttocks caressed and her ample breasts lifted slightly before the nipples were pinched beneath the silk and mesh of her bra.

"I am very pleased with myself, you have come through this a remarkable creation. You will be sent home today to continue your life. Your parents know little of what has happened here, and I believe your mother is unaware of the full ramification of your transformation though your father had hints."

"You will, of course, tell them nothing of the extent of your training. All you need say is that you felt increasingly comfortable with the direction of the schooling, and your body responded accordingly. It must have been preordained. Yes?"

"Yes miss." Her soft voice barely rose above a whisper.

"You will be watched, not always, but you will never know when. You will live up to your training to live your life pleasing others, won't you?"

"Yes miss."

"If we see you failing to live the rules, or try to tell someone what happened to you, you will be punished, you know that?"

The girl visibly twitched, but just as quickly stilled into her relaxed pose. "Yes miss."

"Good, you will stay with your family, go back to school until we come and reclaim you. Is that clear?"

"Yes miss."

"Now I want you to take a little present away to remind yourself of what you are."

A man strode in, well built, wearing jeans and a tight t-shirt, his face too covered by one of the odd masks. The girls whole attention subtly shifted from the woman to the man. Her chest pushed out a little, her glance at him was coy. He came up and lazily lifted a hand to crudely clutch at one breasts, mauling it in his fingers.

The girl gasped and shut her eyes with a look indistinguishable between pleasure and pain. She looked at him, and at some unspoken signal began to drop to her knees. As he smirked she smiled sweetly and began to undo his belt and jeans.

Running her hands around his hips to his buttocks she began to pull the denim down as her head darted forward to kiss his cotton clad crotch. One hand came up to clasp, then stroke the hardening length through the fabric, while the other played with the waist band before teasingly pulling them down.

If you looked closely you might recognize a look of sadness and maybe just a little disgust as his cock sprang free and slapped her cheek. A little girlish giggle hid it away though and her hand expertly guided him to her mouth.

She was talented and with the skill and dexterity of the best porn star began to blow him, using her lips, her tongue, the inside of her cheek before amazingly taking him all the way down her throat in a fast slide forward.

He was clearly enjoying it, and had a sly grin as his hips occasionally thrust forward to fuck her face. The girls hands were on him, stroking, teasing, playing… At least until the woman took one and guided it down underneath the girl's dress, encouraging her to play with herself.

Sometime later she was pulled up and impatiently pushed over a nearby table. She looked over her shoulder, biting her lip as his hands pushed her dress up and yanked her knickers down. He slapped each cheek hard, but the girl only responded with a slight gasp, encouraging him.

Her eyes though, her eyes if looked at closely were horrified as the cock pushed between her legs, sliding up her crack. Those were eyes that had seen things they hadn't wanted to see. That didn't want to see this.

Her body though, even her mouth, were all sex. "That's it, slide it in… Oh yeah baby, fuck me hard… Ohhhh faster… faster…" He had slammed in hard, thrusting his cock into a pretty, but shaved pussy. He spanked her as he fucked, treating her roughly, using her body to give him pleasure. Far from protesting she seemed to get more and more excited, her body shaking, her mouth moaning when he pulled her up against himself by her tits.

Only her eyes showed how much she hated it.

When he'd finally cum bringing her off to a noisy final orgasm herself he just zipped himself up and left.

The girl, breathless, pulled up her knickers and straightened her cloths. The woman motioned her to follow, and after a moment's hesitation, true fear showing on her face, the girl followed.

 

Sometime later she found herself in a taxi with two large unknown bags beside her. She been unceremoniously blindfolded and led up stairs and down corridors. Waiting the ordered five minutes she took off the mask to find herself there. The part of the city was unfamiliar, she could be anywhere.

As she fearfully looked around the cab she finally noticed the man driving the cab looking back at her strangely. All she could go on was his mouth. She was a master at reading people from the cast of their mouth and the tilt of a shoulder. For all her time at the school it was all she could go on, but she learned fast. Knowing what someone wanted and responding to it quickly meant pleasure vs pain. It was a great motivator.

Eyes though, eyes were new, and scary. His mouth made it clear he was hungry, but it took a second to figure out what he was looking at. The it struck her, his eyes every time he looked back in the mirror from the road looked not at her but between her legs. They were open a hands width as she had been taught so often it was habit.

Knowing what he wanted she found herself automatically sliding down the seat, opening them a little more to give him a better view. Then she thought, she wasn't at school, did she have to do that? Quickly she sat up and drew her legs together. A little ironic snort said all the world about the realisation of how unfamiliar that was to her now.

But then her mind raced, in the school that was an act that would be immediately disciplined, possibly punished. When in a room of people you had to act generically, reacting to hands, but otherwise flirting and displaying her body to all. In a situation like this, with only one man she had to read and respond. Where they watching? Would she ever know? She felt herself begin to feel nauseous with indecision, what was right outside the school?

Feeling she had no choice she slumped down a bit again and slowly opened her legs. His disappointed look vanished and the hungry look returned. The nausea receding, but the old humiliation and shame returning she began a little show, grinding her hips into the seat just a little, fanning her face with one hand while the other softly clutched herself under her large firm breasts. Not doing anything else, but emphasising them.

The taxi swerved, and swearing his eyes returned to the road. Looking around it was familiar now, but she had no idea what direction they'd come from She'd planned to follow that, to maybe try to figure out where the school was and so form some unknowable plan of retribution, but there was no chance of that now. She told herself it had been a hopeless thought anyway, how could a freak like her succeed at anything other than what she'd become?

In no time at all they were out front her family's flat. It was painfully familiar, how many times as a cock ramned her from behind, or a pussy was mashed against her face, legs wrapped around her head, had she day dreamed of this place? Of playing footy on the street, or running back from the newsagent with a couple sweeties? It was part of what had kept her sane, though maybe going insane would have been better.

Now though, she was back, just not as she was. How was she going to survive this, she would almost rather die than face her family like this? Her father was an ass, but her mother, her brother? What would they think?

"Hey, this is the place, right?"

"Oh… sorry sir, yes sir." She grabbed the heavy bags and got out. As always she kept her attention on him. He wanted to see more. Hating herself, but knowing she had to she bent over and unnecessarily tightened the strap on her stiletto sandals. He had a full view of her backside as the short dress rode up. The grin on his face as she stood told her she'd succeeded, not that she took any pleasure in it.

The black cab drove off, and she stood outside on the street for a minute, reorienting herself. There were changes, but nothing major. Picking up the bags she went up the steps and realising she didn't have a key, buzzed the door.

Her heart in her stomach her mother opened the door and looked out with a puzzled but pleasant smile. "Yes, can I help you?"

"Mum… its me… Robert?"

The face went through a comical range of emotions before recognition settled in. "But… I…." Then she jumped out and gathered the girl into a hug. For a moment the girl paused trying to guess what her mother wanted, should she kiss her, run her hands down her back, open her legs?

Then it struck her, this was just a hug, nothing more, and it felt like heaven. This is what mothers were for. She had forgotten.

 

Her mother was laughing but incredulous, and the girl was led in. Somehow in her bones the girl knew she would be watched here of all places. To her mother's questions she told the little lies she had been drilled with. How the school had used therapy to bring out her feminine side to calm her and release her from her aggressive boyishness. How it had felt right and her body had responded.

Her mother looked pointedly at her chest, then lower.

"No, its still there, just… hidden. These," The girl coyly and seductively lifted her two mounds, "just grew." A little gasp escaped her lips. In touching herself there that electric almost harsh pleasure ran through her brain.

She remembered waking up from that first operation, so early in her time at the school. Being introduced first and foremost to the pain, finding the little part of her scalp that had been shaved and now had a tiny line of a scar. Something had been done to her brain. Something that let them bring on the pain, and the incredible pleasure in her breasts, down there, deep in her throat.

What the girl told her mother was a lie, like so many lies. The girl didn't know what drugs she had been fed, but those mounds had grown alarmingly, then the painful surgery and recovery had brought them on further as the rest of her body softened around other… changes.

Her mother clearly didn't know what to think, but just as clearly was not unhappy about the change. She kept looking at her new daughter up and down. Not… like the other woman at the school had looked at her. The smile of her mouth was not hungry, her body language not immediately sexual. Yet the girl was shocked to see that some of that was there too. Her mother found her attractive? Unable to stop herself the girl posed and moved to test this, and saw her mother's eyes follow her.

Yet too there was simple happiness, and that the girl loved. To be with someone who wanted her there, not just her body. Who wanted to talk, and asked questions rather than just giving terse commands, the girl wasn't at all certain how to react any more. It was too different, too unreal.

There time alone wasn't long. Soon the girl's father and younger brother Jamie came in. They must have been at a football match as they came in dressed in the red and white, singing songs from the terrace. They both stopped short as they walked in, her father looking her up and down with language that she knew all too well, her brother shy and uncertain.

Her mother grew angry, "Thomas, this is your son, home from this 'experimental' school you signed him up for. There is a lot you didn't tell me about that Tom!" The real anger scared the girl, anger meant pain and punishment. Anger was bad.

"Its OK, really! I'm fine!"

Her mother calmed down, and came over to give her another of those hugs the girl could have stayed in all day. But then she went off, and the girl watched her go. She both wished she would stay and couldn't help but look with appraising eyes. Under that unflattering artificial dress from work was a fine body. The girl knew bodies, and was surprised she'd never really looked at her mothers. It was fit with large firm breasts and long legs.

Then she turned to her father, saw his look and immediately shifted her pose. It was her father looking at her like he wanted to see more. The love and friendliness of her mother's eyes were gone, she knew the language of his body all too well. Her body had reacted, turning to give him a side view, bending to do something useless.

Her mind screamed out, "This is wrong." Somehow she found it in herself to straighten, thought and folded her hands under her breasts trying to hide inside herself.

Then… pain. Not long, just a warning, but pain. She had been punished. As she thought they were watching here, and where not happy. She came to on her knees, her mother helping her up, quizzing and worried.

She put a smile on her face, that at least was easy. "I'm fine, its just been a long day."

Her father was watching, slightly worried, but his eyes looking down the front of her dress as her mother helped her up. Infinitely humiliated but knowing this was know what she was good for, even with her father, she bent over, pushing her chest out and pretended to dust her knees, giving him a good long look. When she stood, she turned and bent to pick up a book on the floor, saying it must be what she stumbled over. In so doing she knew he could see her down there, knew nothing would be hidden, that there was a slit where before there had been more. Would probably see the damp stain of leaked out cum.

Her mother noticed nothing, and bustled around with mugs of tea. The girl look puzzled for a moment, like she should be the one serving. When had been the last time she had had tea? She focused on her brother, and noticed he had noticed nothing, had gone over to pick up another book and began to read. For once in her life she was glad rather than embarrassed her brother was a nerd.

 

"I'm sorry darling, its still the same old place. We only have two rooms, you're going to have to share with your brother. Maybe we can hang a sheet?"

"No! I mean, don't worry." They wouldn't approve, she couldn't suggest anything that hinted at privacy. It meant she would have to show everything to her brother, react to him. Would it mean more? If he demanded it, she would give it, the girl knew that.

It was a small room, with two beds on either side, two chest of drawers and one big old wardrobe in the corner.

"Uhmm… what about your old cloths.? Most of it won't… fit." You could see the longing in the girl's eyes as she opened a draw to reveal cotton pants and long white socks.

"Bin it, or give it to Ben. I don't like the feel of this sort of stuff any more, and its not very flattering."

"Yes…" Her mother's voice dripped with disapproval. Oddly then it softened, "I remember being a teenager though, plus the fashions these days!" The two worked side by side, emptying the drawers, sorting into piles that could be re-used and those going into a black bin liner. If you looked closely you could see a small tear run down the girl's cheek.

"Shall I help you unpack?"

"No!" No… that's OK." The girl hid her nervousness quickly, you could tell she wasn't quite certain what was in those two bags.

Her mother smiled, "Fine, bring down anything that needs a wash, I've got to do a few loads tonight."

The girl still nervous opened the larger of the two suit cases, and quickly glanced around to ensure her mother wasn't there. On top was a selection of black leather and rubber dildos, vibrators, two sets of hand cuffs, one padded one cruel steel, two neck collars, one spiked, a penis gag, two ball gags, various butt plugs and both a male and a female chastity belt. The girl quickly put them to the bottom of one of the drawers. Then, her hands trembling a bit, she began to get out the cloths and lingerie.

Expertly she shook out and refolded as necessary a long collection of lace, satin, stretchy artificial fabrics, rubber and a few of black or red leather. All were to the latest fashions or fetish wear, all were short of revealing, some the girl had even made herself. She hated every last piece.

The second bag held more of the same, though it also had some school uniforms made to conform to her old school. Each piece she had made herself, the skirts too short really for a young teenager to wear, but only just a touch shorter than most of the other girls wore. The blouses just fitted enough to emphasise her figure and of a fine soft silk that would just barely reveal the lingerie beneath. The jackets button less and fitted to not cover her front, again cleverly fitted to emphasise. Too there was gym kit made to confirm but subtly reveal her bust and trim waist. The thought of wearing these items to school filled her with terror.

There were also a vast collection of toiletries and makeup, shoes of various shapes and types, though spiked heels were the most common. Finally beneath it all was a final dildo. The one she hated most, cast from her own erect cock. For a moment she stared down at it, then at hearing footsteps come up the stairs it was unceremoniously shoved under the pillow of what used to be her bed.

It was her brother. He looked at her, clearly not knowing what to make of this girl who used to be his worshipped older brother. "Wanna play Final Contact?"

The girl clearly hesitated, then flashed a smile, "Sure." She must do as asked, but this was non sexual. Her body tensed, waiting, but no retribution, no pain. The two went over to the small telly and playstation in the corner.

The two sat, one slumping in an armchair, the other sitting carefully, but without artifice. The girl paused and sighed as she looked down at herself. When she sat a hand had deftly flipped the back of her dress away so that she didn't sit on the fabric. Her knees where slightly parted, her back elegantly straight but relaxed.

Shacking her head as she checked out her brother beside her, she picked up the controller. The boy had registered how she sat, but hadn't responded. The girl clearly didn't understand, but seemed oddly grateful.

 

The boy clicked the telly off and went over to his side of the small room. He opened a drawer, then hesitated.

"Don't look OK?"

The girl looked shocked, then smiled brilliantly and stood to face the other wall, only turning when the boy slumped past in a t-shirt and boxer shorts. Amazed and pleased she turned and began to think hard about what to wear to sleep. Nudity wouldn't be allowed, but had been her normal state when not specifically dressed to please those around her. What could she wear that her watchers wouldn't disapprove of, but neither would her family?

She settled on something that was only mildly humiliating and fussed around waiting for her brother to return. It wouldn't do to not change with him out of the room. Not looking forward to this she started to unbutton her dress.

"Hey! Give me a second!" The boy, more peaved than shy slid into bed and turned to face the wall. The girl was amazed. Would she have not looked if a pretty girl was undressing in front of her/him? Then it struck her, if she/he had had a sister, probably not. She'd/he'd never looked at her/his mother before.

She rubbed a temple, it hurt her brain to think back to when she had been a normal boy. Finishing undressing, she carefully folded the cloths to the side to wash in the morning. A brief pair of thong knickers slipped up her legs, and she pulled a tight, cropped stretch silk t-shirt over her naked chest. It really didn't hide anything, but that was the point.

Picking up various toiletries she headed for the bathroom.

 

Late in the night, in a completely dark room, the girl trembled with need in her bed. She couldn't sleep. Her mind counted the minutes and with agony realised this had been the longest she'd gone without sex in a long time.

Her brother lay in the bed only a few feet away, his breath soft and slow in sleep. A part of her wanted to jump over and suck him hard, make him fuck her. The other part of her mind screamed in defiance that it would be wrong.

At the school she was only allowed to touch herself if someone wanted to watch, yet she had to do something. A hand, shaking with need, reached up under the pillow and pulled out the rubber cast of her own prick. Her other hand drifted down under her knickers, bringing on the pleasure her body craved.

It felt so good, that was what was so terrible. They had made her need the pleasure.

 

The morning light woke her, she felt dishevelled, her hands and the fake cock had kept her going for hours in the middle of the night until she'd collapsed back into sleep. She was pleased she hadn't make a sound.

Still she wasn't saited, in fact still felt horny. Thankfully her brother was still asleep, so she let her hand creep down between her legs. She'd brought her cock out, though she couldn't ejaculate without being told to. Still, it felt good, and brought back memories of doing it in this bed before she'd been sent to the school.

Now it felt wrong, the weight of her breasts reminded her of what she now was, and with a little cramp she pulled her bits back in. Her hand slid smoothly under the covers over her trim belly. This felt wrong, dirty, but she needed it so. At least this way she wasn't buried under some muscle bound hulk.

Needing more than her fingers she felt around for the dildo and guiltily saw it laying on the floor beside the bed. Sick of what she was about to do she reached for it, and spreading her legs slid it in.

 

Stopped by her stirring brother she'd quickly slipped her discarded knickers up, and joined him in leaving the room. Longingly she looked at the thick towling robe he pulled on, but knew that wouldn't be allowed her. Their mother was in the kitchen boiling the kettle, her father bleary eyed over a cup of instant coffee.

His eyes followed her as she sat down, and grinned when her mother wondered that she wasn't cold. Funny thing was, the girl wasn't cold, her body had long ago adapted to wearing very little, and her metabolism ran fast. Still, she was careful to eat just enough. It still felt odd to use a knife and ford. Last night had been the first time since going to school. Usually she was fed tidbits from whomever she was with, or ate fruit or gruel out of a bowl on the floor.

The boy ignored her, the mother asked nonsense questions about the school the girl lied in response to, and the father just looked. Not so obviously his wife noticed, but the girl did. She sat straight, and fiddled with her hair in the coy manners she'd been taught over and over again. The girl hated being looked at, hated it deep to her core. It was so humiliating, but that was what she had been changed for.

 

In a form fitting thong body with sheer black tights, the girl jumped up and down to the video on the telly. Her father was off somewhere, her brother was up playing some game, and her mother intrigued said she was going to join her. Neglecting her exercises wasn't even worth thinking about, so here she was, aerobicising.

Dressed now in a black leather micro mini and a thin mesh turtle neck that clearly showed the black strapless bra beneath she stepped into the kitchen with two mugs. Both had been discarded by the boy and man in front of the telly.

Her mother looked ashen, and serious. Taking the girl's hand she sat her down.

"Dear, I picked up your dress and underthings to wash them." The girl went still, she had meant to do that herself next. "I… couldn't help notice your smalls. In that place… did any of the teachers make you…"

Yes the girl's mind shouted, and she could feel herself blush. "No, I like it. I guess you saw the remains of a little good bye from one of the guys."

Her mother blushed in return, "You… like boys?"

A soft smile that you wouldn't know was forced unless you'd followed the girl through the last yet settled on her lips, "Yeah, and girls still too!"

"Oh." There was silence between them for a while, "You're… bisexual?" The girl, both amused at her mother's discomfort, and sad to be agreeing at something not really true, nodded. "I… shouldn't you use protection?"

The laugh was brittle, "Its not like I can get pregnant." The answer she brought to her lips was one she didn't want to say, but if she didn't pain would follow. "It isn't as good if there's rubber in the way, you can't feel them cum."

Under the blush a quirky smile hit the mother's face. "Uhmm yes. Just… be careful dear. I know you know what its like from the other side, but there are boys out there who will… like you because you're so pretty… and will… just use you. Until you meet the right man you might find it… safer… with girls." Her mother was blushing deeply, then got up and bustled at the kettle.

 

The girl's mother had asked her to go shopping with her. Dreading stepping out of the house, she had agreed. It was her life now to agree to what she was asked, no matter how mundane or how outrageous.

Walking down the isles was both easier and harder than being at home. Most people were lost in their own world. More than a few, mostly men but not only, stopped and looked at her as she walked beside her mother. She'd been trained to handle crowds, how to look demure, yet put a wiggle in your walk. She didn't want to, but knew THEY could be watching, so a couple times she stopped to bend over and tie her platform shoes. Once she went over to a man that was checking her out, and brushed past him with her breasts as she picked something from a shelf.

On the drive home, as her mother talked about how ill her cousin's daughter was, she reflected that it hadn't been so bad. No one had run a hand up her leg, or pulled her head down to their crotch.

 

Horny with need she slipped into the loo after dinner and quickly brought herself off with her fingers. It wasn't satisfying, more like trying to scratch an itch she couldn't reach.

Her father's eyes followed her all the time. It was disconcerting, awful even, but what could she do? All her programming said to play to the audience, so she did. Her mother thought it was funny, and laughingly told her to stop being such a tart. Her brother just grimaced and shook his head. Her father looked at her with this humiliating mix of disgust and need.

 

That night, while the girl changed into French knickers and camisole her brother turned away and tapped his foot impatiently. The girl was amazed, and felt herself warm to him. In his own awkward way he was trying to think of her needs and privacy. That had been drilled out of her at the school, it was all to be the other way.

 

Late a night, unable to sleep and unable to deny it, the girl's hand slipped under her pillow again and pulled out the dildo. She had meant to change it during the day, but hadn't had a free safe moment to do it.

Turning over onto her knees she reached behind and softly groaned as she pushed it deep into her ass. The mix of pain from the initial penetration, followed by the pleasure of each of those little rings they must have implanted in her expanding was heady.

 

Next morning, while having a shower (the girl loved having a shower along, at school she'd had to use a cold plunge bath normally to get clean, showers where to have sex in) someone came into the room.

"Don't worry, its only me." Her mother's voice rang out, but the girl didn't really relax. Knowing she had to, she shut off the water, and opened the plastic curtain to grab a towel. She gave her mother a full view as she dried herself.

"My! It all looks so real! I thought you just pushed it all between your legs. What happened?" Her mother was both flustered and getting angry. They had done something to her son!

The girl knew it was time, so clenched those little muscles as she'd been taught, and out slipped her cock and balls.

"Oh." Her mother's voice was small, staring entranced between the girl's legs. The girl had naturally a large cock, and the surgery had emphasised that. Reading the signals, wrongly, the girl let it start to enlarge. Her mother's mouth dropped.

Choked, her mother said, "No… dear… this isn't right. Put it away."

Stunned, the erect cock went soft, then with a mild look of pain, the girl slipped it back inside. "I'm sorry, normally I've got very good control, but I haven't had it out much…" It was a weak excuse.

The mother grabbed at it, "Of course, in boys its uncontrollable Everyone knows that." There was relief in the woman's voice, but something else, maybe just a touch of regret. "Dear, what they did to you. They shouldn't have, they should have asked us first."

The girl though furiously, wanting to agree, but knowing she couldn't. "Uhmm, they said you had signed guardianship to them. Its OK though, I asked them too. Its so much neater. I can wear the cloths I want without people knowing."

The girl had finished drying herself, and her mother came over and hugged her.

"You poor thing, all alone and dealing with all this confusing shit. I wish I'd known, wish I'd been there. Here I though you were on a jolly having too much fun to write your dear old mum."

There was an uncontrolled sob, then the girl's shoulders visibly stiffened. Instead of breaking down she managed to just hold her mother back, even though in her mind she was crying uncontrollably.

 

The girl was dressed in a trim blue blouse with no bra, knotted below her tits, and a tight lycra mini skirt. So tight the lines of her suspenders and knickers where clearly visible beneath. Her mother had mentioned, and the girl had made a surprised "Oh!" then shrugged. As if that wasn't the point.

Her mother, in baggy trousers and a loose t-shirt sat across from her, her father was leaning against the counter.

"Now dear, we have to get practical. Do you want to know people about your change?"

"No, not really, they'll think I'm a freak." Her father snorted, making her feel even more small if that was possible.

"Well, all your ID is still the same."

"Actually, no. They changed it for me. My name is Beatrice now, though at school I was just called 'B'" That wasn't because of her name, its because A had a room to her right, C had a room to her left. The other two had gone through the same transformation, though it wasn't until well along before they met each other. The girl remembered them both vividly, from up close she'd known each inch of their bodies. Yet she had never spoken to either.

As she spoke the girl picked up a handbag, carefully shielded the dildo, handcuffs and gag inside, and pulled out a very feminine pink leather wallet. Both parents carefully inspected the changed passport and other papers for their new daughter. It was all perfectly in order.

"Tom, I so wish you'd let me see that contract first. I thought it was just a strict school, not something that would do this!"

"Hmmph, she seems to have adjusted to it well." His voice carried a note of disapproval, disgust even. Yet his eyes looked down the front of the blouse, inspecting her cleavage.

"That's not the point!" Then the mother turned quickly to the girl. "Not that I'm not happy for you dear. If this is what was inside you I'm so relieved it came out now rather than haunting you all your life."

"Look, let me go with you to speak to Mr Jones tomorrow morning," He was the head teacher at the school, and tomorrow was the first day of term. "He may know of what happened anyway, if they sent your records back. We'll come to an agreement and…

 

That evening after dinner, the girl's mother and her brother left to take him to his judo club. To build his confidence his mother had got him doing that a couple years ago. She didn't realise he wasn't concerned much with those around him other than his mates. Still, he enjoyed it and did it well, plus it kept him fit.

The girl started automatically washing up once the other two had left. Cleaning up after those she served had been ingrained into her from the start. Before dinner she had changed again, bringing on a snort of laughter from her mother. Now she was in a light beige pair of stretch silk trousers and a loose blue short button up blouse with a matching blue bra. The trousers were cleaver, being an exact colour match to her skin. The fly was lace up, and as was the fashion, didn't meet up. Normally there'd be a panel behind to maintain modesty. That wasn't for the girl though, her lower belly showed through the gap and it only just covered over before her slit.

Over dinner, as the girl repeatedly stood to get things and moved and bent over to see if he could make out her knickers. Then, that was the idea, not that the girl would have done it if she had a choice. It was simply the cloths that were next on the pile. Her training had included intensive sessions of fashion and clothing, and she could pick and choose coordinated clothing with an exactness bordering on obsession. That was only because perfection meant avoiding pain.

Her father didn't leave the kitchen table as she worked, he just sat there, nursing a beer and watching her. The girl was clearly nervous, despite being well used to being watched. This was her father, the man she had adored an emulated as a boy.

"So… you're mother tells me you've fucked a boy?"

The hesitation was so slight it almost couldn't be seen, but it was there. "Yes."

"Fuck, my son the homo."

"I'm not homosexual, I'm a girl now." Her mind shouted something else, that they had made her a fucking homo, make her enjoy it, and she hated that.

"Yeah… How many boyfriends have had you?"

"They're not… I'm… twenty three." Her voice had started out hot, wanting to deny it, but it ended softly, quietly, knowing arguments brought pain, and they were watching.

"Jesus!" His voice held contempt, but also something else. Not admiration, certainly not that, but desire, yes, and maybe a hint of pleasure. The girl just kept washing the pots. "You are a bloody slag! They said you'd either come back bloody confident and macho, or maybe just a bit of a hottie, but I never believed it. A boy of mine, I thought, would never turn homo."

Her mind whispered that there had never been a choice.

"I'm not sure you are my son. I think you're a fucking impostor. Your mother says she's seen you prick, but I don't see how you could bloody hide it. Come on… show me!"

The girl bit her lip, but turned, just a bit, and began to undo the laces on the tight trousers. With a little wiggle of her hips, oh so sexy, she began to slowly, teasingly, peel them off. Turning her face from him, so he couldn't gauge her humiliation she bent at the hips, giving him full view of her perfect firm backside, and pretty hairless cunt and ass.

"Fuck, no knickers, I knew it! You slut!"

Disentangling the trousers from her feet, she increased the spread of her legs and slowly raiser herself up, arching her back sexily as she did. Only then did she turn front on, and lean back on the counter, legs still spread.

Biting her lip again she cramped those inner muscles and brought out her cock and balls. The look on her fathers face first amused, then horrified her. "Fuck it! You are my bloody son."

There was a tingle of warning down her spine. Those who watched wanted more of a show. It wasn't clear if that's what her father wanted, but now she had no choice. The blood flowed and her cock began to lengthen, then rise up into the air.

The intense look on her father's face changed. It got angry and red. "You bloody fucking slut! This turns you on doesn't it? You're bloody gagging for it, aren't you?"

She wasn't, desperately wasn't wanting this, and the way he stood and strode towards her scared her. Violence and anger at the school had been absent. Pain, yes, and mild discipline like spanking, but a mature man, full of rage? Never.

His hand lashed out, the slap spinning her to the ground. "So, it this what you fucking want?" He clutched and hefted his crotch.

No! "Yes sir." Scared beyond belief she raised her haunches, spreading her knees, making herself available.

At the soft but screaming sound of a zip being undone she turned her face away, screwing her eyes closed. There was a thud of knees landing on the ground, two hard slaps to either cheek with a softly but hotly spoken, "Bitch!"

Her ass was ready, oiled, with all her finely hones skills ready to open the way to him. The slaps to her ass, those were foreplay now. Her body readied, her pulse racing and her own clock slapping up against her belly. She hated that, hated taking it up the ass when her own cock was out. It was impossible to ignore what she'd been transformed into.

But she would do it, even make it good for him, because she had to. In her current state she would do anything to avoid the pain, even fuck her own father. She told herself again and again it wasn't her fault, but that awful little voice inside her argued that wasn't true. She deserved this, she had tempted him. She should have resisted, taken the pain, she was a weak little whore.

A raging hardness pressed hard against her ass hole, and she loosed up, making his hard thrust, meant to hurt her, push him in deep. It didn't hurt her, quite the opposite. Those little rings shot pleasure into her brain as they expanded to his width. His cock was long, almost opening all of them up. She cried out at the intense pleasure of it, this was so much better than a dildo, it was what she was made for.

The man paused, overcome by the soft sensations. Then he groaned, "Fuck… what are you doing… Fuck… that's so good?" The girl was pulsing her muscles down his cock, massaging him. He slowly pulled out, her muscles making that intense, then back in, beginning a slow rhythm that slowly built.

Some minutes later he was banging into his son's ass with hard quick thrusts. Then, suddenly, loosing all control he went deep and began to cum in painfully hard jets. The girl automatically orgasmed with him.

As she did, not wanting to, she couldn't help but think of her training, as she often did. It had taken weeks of hell. She'd been told, "A good girl cums when a man cums inside her. You must always cum when they do…"

Somehow, and she suspected the little wires in her head, they knew if she had really orgasmed. She tried faking, but they knew. "No… that wasn't real. If you don't cum you will be punished." The pain would come.

She tried begging, pleading, promising everything, but if she didn't come she was punished. It had been hell, had almost broken her mind in two, but finally, to a long black cock in her ass, she had come. It had been earth shattering, making her loose consciousness.

Her instructors were pleased, but it wasn't enough. They kept at her, with no pause, until it became automatic, no matter how long a cock had been insider her, no matter which orifice, if a cock ejaculated inside her, her body was wracked with pleasure.

There were other benefits, the girls could effectively make herself orgasm on command. A few deep breaths, a tightening of her body, and wam. They used that too. Her orgasms in many ways weren't her own, they were to gratify the ego's of her lovers, and it was all part of what twisted her, made her into what she now was.

Her father silently lifted himself up, there was that soft zip as his put himself away. A toe nudged her, and she looked up. She knew how she looked, arms and head sprawled, hair a soft net on the floor, her ass raised and open.

"Look at you. I never would have imagined it. We'll keep this to ourselves won't we. You wouldn't want your mother and the rest of the world to know what sort of slut you really are would you?" No, she didn't, but that wasn't why she'd keep quiet.

"Get me a beer." Her confidently strode out of the room, full of himself.

Taking a moment to calm her ragged nerves, she finally stood and straightened her blouse and hair. She didn't bother with the trousers, it would be easier if she didn't stain them, and in front of her father it didn't really matter any more. She did pull her cock back into its little cage.

Getting a beer she slowly walked out into the lounge. She didn't, couldn't meet his eye, but every sense was watching him. He had a footy game on, but looked up as she entered, his eyes hungry.

As she bent over beside him to hand off the beer, his hand reached out and slid up the inside of a leg to cup her crotch. She smiled softly as she cried inside. Only two days and she was back to her body being freely available. A slight gasp spread her lips as he slipped a finger inside.

"Bloody Hell! You can take it up here?"

"Yes Sir." The last went past her lips without a thought. It was how she had been trained to address her users.

"Respectful too, I like that. Oh damn, I've got your muck on my hands." He briskly rubbed his own cum on her blouse. "Go and tidy up you silly bitch, and be fast about it."

She turned, and with a girlish run went to get her trousers, then went upstairs. Dashing into the shower, a heartfelt sob was wrenched from her as she carefully scrubbed and douched her bottom. She didn't stop what she was doing, but cearly her watchers didn't mind a little cry.

Just as quickly she dried off, touched up her make up, re-oiled up, then dashed into her shared room. She debated her open drawers, not liking any choices. The back of her mind wished for a heavy pair of drab sweats that she had thrown out the day before, but it wasn't one of the choices.

She didn't know what he'd want, but decided availability that could be quickly re-adjusted if her mother and brother came home was key. So, suspenders and stockings, High cut French knickers, a demi bra and a spagetti strap T that ended just bellow her bra.

Dodging down the crud on the stairs, she slowed just as she entered the lounge. Her father was sprawled on the sofa, drinking his beer.

"Fuck, like just out of a porno mag."

She didn't know what to do, and he wasn't giving any hints. So the girl just went over and sat beside him, legs curled underneath. He turned his head, beery breath filling the air. A hand reached out and lifted up the loose silk T, displaying her breasts.

He actually sat up a bit, then slid one hand along the top of the sofa behind her. With his other he gropped her right tit. "Fuck, feels real to me. Hard to believe they just grew."

'They hadn't' her little hard voice whispered in her brain. Each squeeze and stroke sent little shivers into her spine, making her more and more horny. The girl had begun to suspect her father wasn't very experienced when he fucked her. His hands were treating her roughly with no finesse. He rudely pinched her nipples and groped her flesh. Yet the way she'd been wired and her body trained came to the fore. A man could do what he wanted without regard to her and now she would still get aroused, still get off.

He grinned lewdly at her, "So, do you suck?"

She gave a lopsided grin, "You could say that." Elegantly the girl lifted herself up and moved between his legs. Unselfconsciously stray hairs were slipped back behind an ear like a normal girl would when turning a page of a book. The girl knelt and began expertly undoing his belt and jeans. He looked like a kid in a candy shop.

Again there was one of those momentary hesitations. None but the watchers who knew her best could tell this was something she really didn't want to do. With a soft smile she put out her tongue and licked her father's prick, tasting the flavoured oil she used on her ass. It jumped in response and began to grow. "So how many of those bastards have had this treatment?"

As she had been trained she looked up into his eyes, "All of them sir."

"All of the fuckers? Jesus, you are a randy bitch! Oh… yeah!" She opened her lips slightly and let the head force itself past her lips. Her tongue swirled over the tip as her eyes watched her father. This disconcerted her more than anything else. Always before her gaze was reflected in the insect like mirrored domes, now she saw his eyes, and it made it worse, so much worse.

Letting him slid back and forth on the soft inside of her cheek, the girl restrained the desperate impulse to run. That way led to pain. Instead she began to take him deeper. "Fuck me! I've only ever seen this in the pornos!" His hands encircled her head, pulling himself deeper, "This is bloody fantastic! My son, the football star, is the best bloody cocksucker in the world!"

His words were tinged with derision and lust, and the girl sobbed, just once, around him as they bit. It didn't stop her though, as her father's head went back she looked up over his beer belly and sucked him. IT made her remember how not long ago that same belly had rested on her ass as he fucked her, and her body shuddered at the memory. All of her trainers had been fit. Some she had even grown to admit were attractive. Not her father, nothing about this turned on her brain.

Yet, twenty minutes later when his hands pulled her head hard, and his cum spluttered deep into her throat, she came. Her body was too well conditioned, she had no choice.

Her timing was impeccable, she had been watching the clock and brought him off with just enough time to tidy him up, reseat herself and let him have a little grope. Then the rattle of keys in the lock darted him over to the other side of the sofa, and she had a moment's small pleasure as he struggled to look composed as he started to surf through the channels on the telly.

 

She got into bed before her brother did, and silently cried into the pillow.

Not silently enough, her brother looked over, "Was our dad a bastard tonight?" The girl stiffened, not daring to respond. "Yeah, he's not taking your… change well. He didn't do anything stupid did he? Me, I think you've turned out cool. It's a bit odd yeah, but if it makes you happy. You let me know if he messes you about and I'll sort him, yeah?"

"Yeah, its OK though." She managed to get that out through the welter of emotions. At that moment she would have happily spread her legs to her brother for those few small words of kindness, but that would just please them. She was sure they wanted her too, so if she could she would deny it. She was amazed by the protectiveness from her brother, but she held it close to her heart.

 

The middle of the night, she couldn't sleep. The sex with her dad had helped settle her earlier, but the need was growing in herself again. When she couldn't stand it any more she slipped out of bed and softly padded to the loo.

Once inside she found herself tripped to the floor, a body landing on top of her as a hand silenced her mouth. For a moment she was confused, then her father's husky voice whispered out, "Bitch! Haven't been able to sleep because of you. Now you're going to get it!"

His hands ripped her knickers off from between then as his hot cock probed at her pussy. He pushed in roughly, causing some pain, but her body quickly adjusted, oiling and stroking him. He wasn't in it for a soft smooth, fuck, he was hard and fast, banging her body against the floor. It didn't take long, only a couple minutes, as his hot jets inside her brought off the girl in an almost painful orgasm.

He got up quietly and just left the room. The girl's body tingled, you could tell she wanted more, but at the same time she softly cried into the floor.

 

The girl stood in front of the mirror, looking relaxed, but showing her nerves with slight tugs on the short kilt, or needless corrections of the soft white blouse.

"Dear, lets go!" Her mother called from bellow, and the girl reluctantly went to join her. Joining her mother and brother the walked out into the cool autumn sun. The school wasn't far, the girl could have walked it with her eyes closed so often had she kept the images in her mind as part of staying sane.

Now though it was more like a nightmare. Adults and kids she'd known all her life were on the streets. Some came up, each time the girl expected them to point and shout. None did. Mothers looked disapprovingly at what she wore, girls appraised, boys stared. All accepted the story of a niece come to live there.

At the school the girl's brother slopped off to talk to some friends. The girl and her mother went inside and up to the headmasters office. Upstairs the girl looked surprised. The secretary was new, was a former girlfriend's mother. She sat there in a conservative blouse and skirt that was well fitted and flattered every curve.

The women smiled, and asked them to wait a minute. They sat quietly and the girl thought back to other days. Anthea Kildare had been her third girlfriend and the first one he had sex with. The other two had been limited to fumbled kisses and adolescent gropes. She had arrived at the school exactly two years ago at the start of term. They'd quickly hit it off, meeting up over lunches and after school. On their first real date she had gone down on him.

The girl smiled ruefully to herself as she remembered. At the time his naive mind had thought a blow job meant a girl stroking him and blowing on his cock. Anthea had literally blown his mind when her mouth wrapped around him. That had only been the start, and they'd quickly explored all sorts of dirty sex together.

Then had come a big fight, where she'd said calmly she wasn't a one boy girl, and wouldn't be. She'd broken his heart, but only a little. She kept seeing him, and encouraged him to date, even setting him up. He never understood why she wanted to be such a tart, but he hadn't complained too much. Besides, look where life had landed the girl now!

Anthea's mother interrupted her musings. They were led into the big office, where the headmaster sat behind his desk. As a boy, the man in front of her had almost been like an uncle, encouraging him at football and his studies much more than his father ever had. She was very nervous at how he'd react now.

"Hello! Beatrice isn't it now? I'm very happy you've found yourself, and I might say you've turned into a very attractive you lady."

The girl sighed softly with relief.

"Now, I've looked over your records and everything seems fine. We'll put you right back in where you should be, and from what I've seen of your results at your other school you should do fine with your exams this year."

The girls mother looked at her proudly, while the girl tried to smile. She had done no academics at all in the last year and would be terribly behind.

"Mr. Hoskins, we thought it would be awkward if people new she had… changed sex. Would you have a problem announcing her as David's cousin come to live with us. If anyone asks about David we can just say he's still at the private school?"

"Yes, that would be fine. I agree absolutely. Now Mrs. Jones I don't think there's more we need to discuss. I'll need to go over with Beatrice her new schedule, but we needn't keep you." It was a clear if polite dismissal.

The girl's mother did an awkward curtsy, clearly feeling a bit cowed being in the headmaster's office, and gratefully left.

The secretary came back, and after closing the door, put a file with a small black box on top of it, on to the headmaster's desk. The box immediately had the girl's attention. She new that type of remote control intimately. She had nightmares about that type of remote. Another shock rocked her system. The headmaster shoved a hand up under Mrs. Kildare's skirt. Then she bent over and began to passionately kiss him.

The girl stood there, in the relaxed pose she'd been taught so harshly. She was unable to move, the headmaster had a remote, had control over the pain, and he hadn't told her to do anything.

Mr. Pitman broke the kiss and looked into Mrs. Kildare's eyes with a cold hard stare. "Cum." The woman shuddered in an orgasm. The girl knew what that was like, new that when a master told you to cum for his own amusement rather than your pleasure you would still cum. It was clear Mrs. Kildare had been trained.

The woman looked down to the headmaster's lap with this odd mix of sadness and desire. Then she did something odd, it was like she was stroking a cat that couldn't be seen. Slowly she straightened, still panting and weak kneed.

"Now," Mr. Pitman spoke, catching the girl's eyes in his cold gaze. It frightened the girl, before as a boy there had always been warmth, even pride in what he saw. Now there was simply a sense of confident power and triumph. "My prize football captain comes home. I've been waiting for this. Strip down to your suspender belt please. Mrs. Kildare, give the boy a hand."

With trembling fingers she could barely control the girl started unbuttoning her blouse. This was perhaps an even worse humiliation than her father had forced her into. The box on the headmaster's desk spoke volumes. It must have been him who put her here.

Her former girlfriend's mother came around and began to help her undress. Not utilitarianly, but sexily, caressing her as she did, even putting her lips to the base of a bared neck, to a shoulder. She helped the girl make it a show.

"Come here."

The girl took slow steps around the desk, and for all the control of her training couldn't contain a low moan of horror. There under the desk was Anthea, dressed in her school uniform, arms bound behind her back, slowly moving her head up and down the headmasters very large cock. She must have been there all the time, when the girl's mother stood beside her talking nonsense all unaware.

Mr. Pitman extended his middle finger and holding his eyes on the girl's roughly shoved it up her pussy. "Yes, you're wet, good. I'm sure your mind is breaking up right now, which is all part of what's wanted. It was I who choose you, like I chose John before you and Tim who just entered the school today." She remembered John vaguely, he had been on the football team as well the year before he was made captain. He had gone away to private school and he had never made the connection with the young girl who returned a year later.

The girl who wasn't a girl like she wasn't a girl. The girl whom she had lost her virginity to as a boy. Her stomach felt nauseous, the girl was close to vomiting.

"Cum." Her body shuddered in a cold hard orgasm, and she only kept her feet in the arms of the woman behind her. Mr. Pitman didn't remove his finger, only kept up its rough pace in her pussy. Slowly she put her weight back on her feet.

"We then corrupted his family like we will corrupt yours." The girl felt infinite pity for the more boy under the desk and his mother behind her. They had not found a way out, could she? "Its not just for my pleasure mind, though it is a duty I truly enjoy. Cum." She shuddered again. "There are two elderly gentlemen I'm told, I've never met them you see. They are past the age of active sex themselves and are extremely jaded. They devise games with people's lives and I act as one of their agents. It pays well and has such nice perks." He stroked Anthea's head again, like a man fond of a dog.

"I will give you tasks from time to time, as well as a regular schedule of activities beyond your school curriculum. Don't worry your little head about that though, you must attend classes, but I don't expect you to study or pass your exams. Its rather useless for one such as you don't you think?"

She was silent, the horror still sinking in. His hand reached for the control and she quickly spoke up.

"Yes sir… No sir…" The girl was clearly panicked, uncertain what response he wanted. He pushed the warning button and the girl was wracked with the minor pain for a second. She regained her feet and quickly went back to the relaxed default pose, hand clasped behind the back, feet two foot apart, breasts pushed forward and eyes down. She looked flushed and was breathing rapidly. His finger still relentlessly fucked her.

"Better, cum." She shuddered, this time crying out. "Now why don't you take over from your boyfriend David, while his mother prepares him for a few more games." He turned to face his secretary. "I think I'll fuck his ass."

Anthea stood, and brushed past the girl to stand before his mother. David, the girl, slowly sank to her knees between his legs, and with a deep breath, took his monster cock in both hands and brought it to her mouth.

The headmaster looked down on the boy girl, put his hands to either side of her head, and yanked her down all the way on his cock. "Yes… that's it." The girl flailed for a second, then got herself under control, using her skills to be able to breath through her nose and around the massive blockage in her throat.

To one side Mrs. Kildare removed her son's skirt, revealing a very feminine lower half. The changes had been the same as the girl's had. The woman gently removed the tiny thong knickers, then stood, kissing her way up the blouse clad upper half. The looks the two exchanged were complex, a brew of love, hate, lust and fear. It was also clear they would do exactly as told.

The man in the seat was moving the girl's head up and down his shaft as he continued talking. "Now I have here a normal class schedule, it matches John's. Oh… in this room and when we are otherwise alone I will use your Christian names. Only in public will we use your false female names. No sense keeping pretences up is there?"

"There is another schedule. That is the private one. Memorise it then ensure its properly destroyed. There are a few weekly fixtures you must keep. My Thursday night poker game is particularly key, you three will alternate attending me Saturday nights, and you will all attend me Sunday nights. Other nights are as required."

"Friday night is date night. David, you have three names on the third sheet for your first real date. The first one to agree a date will be the one. Whomever it is will be the next victim for the full training programme and you will be corrupting and preparing carefully over the full year. You may encourage whichever one you choose, or let the fates decide. If no date is offered you are to suggest this Friday, otherwise it may be tomorrow of Wednesday if they so siggest." The girl couldn't help but flash a look of comprehension at her former girlfriend, who had the decency to blush. "It had been decided Anthea will deal with your younger brother in the first instance. It appears he is too decent for you to be able to tempt. We'll change that soon enough."

"You will both have duties in various times in this office. Anthea will show you the private entrance. Commands given by Mrs. Kildare will be as given by me. Understood?" The girl blinked a yes as she had been taught to respond when her mouth was otherwise engaged.

"Good." He let her free. "Now both of you, bend over the desks, hop hop."

Grabbing deep lungfulls of air, the girl shakingly stood, then bent over the desk beside the other pretty schoolgirl. They both looked back over their shoulders. The girl Anthea had a look of mixed hunger and resignation. The new girl had a touch of fear. It was a larger cock than she was used too. She had taken as large in training, but rarely.

Anthea's mother carefully spread first the girl's bottom, pointing the large monster at her ass hole. With a sharp lunch and a leer of power, then man impaled her. She whimpered at the sharp mix of pain and pleasure. Then he pulled out and moved over. With the same casualness the woman spread her own son's soft cheeks for the man to spear.

He moved between the two, thrusting first in one, then the other. The girl laid her face on the table, biting her lip and unable to stop a tear rolling out of her eye. The boy girl beside her caught her gaze, and put one hand on top of hers.

"I'm sorry." Was all she said. The girl felt a rage overcome her. How could he be sorry? If it hadn't been for him the girl wouldn't be a girl! Then her eyes lit on the control. It was on the desk between them, and was slightly different from the others she had memorised. It had an extra switch above the two buttons with three settings. So none of them had a choice.

Anthea's face screwed up in what looked like a hard orgasm, and as the girl braced for the next thrust up her own bottom, it didn't come. He had ejaculated, finished off, was done. The girl looked up and saw the headmaster sit back down in his chair with a look of satisfaction. Anthea's mother went down on her knees and dropped her face between her son's cheeks, cleaning up. The headmaster used his eyes to indicate what he wanted and the girl lifted herself up, and dropped to her knees to clean the oil and cum off his cock. As a reward she felt him pet her head, like he'd petted Anthea earlier. It was, perhaps, the most humiliating part of the morning.

After she had tucked him away saw Anthea, now dressed, come over to stand by the headmaster. "Permission to leave sir." He smiled, reached out and pinched a nipple through the boy girl's clothing, pulling her over. Guiding her by tugs to her breast he pulled her close, and gave her a long deep kiss.

The girl, still on her knees, looked horrified. Anthea was responding to this kiss, eyes closed, kissing back. It was too horrible to think about. Would she have to do the same?

The kiss broke, and with a guilty glance down at the girl, Anthea turned and walked out a side door.

The girl stood and went to pick up her cloths as the headmaster turned back to his desk and papers.

"No. No knickers, cock out. It will keep you careful, and let the school know what sort of girl you are." There was a chuckle in his voice, like he was playing a simple little prank. The girl didn't respond, just pushed her cock out and got dressed with the rest of the cloths. The skirt would hide the bits hanging between her legs, but only just.

Dressed, she stood and looked at the man behind the desk. He smiled, enjoying toying with her. "Come and ask for permission to leave."

Like to her doom the girl walked over to him, and asked in a small voice, "Permission to leave sir?" His eyes locked onto hers. He lifted a hand to her chest slowly, but then just cupped her with a light squeeze.

"Enjoy your class." The girl knew this wasn't the end. She had done so much else, had already sucked the headmasters cock and taken him up the ass. Why was kissing him so much more repugnant?

As she walked slowly to the locker designated on her schedule. Turning a corner she saw Anthea tucked into a corner by some big guy. He was feeling her up as she kissed his neck. Their eyes met and the girl walked on. How soon before she would be in the same position?

 

The two girls sat down to lunch. Both had simple salads, fruit and water on their trays. Anthea's mother had told them to eat together and talk. They were to visibly become best friends.

"B, I know it means nothing, but I am sorry. I wouldn't wish this on my enemy, and you're someone I love."

"Love? What does that mean?"

"You'll find out. You know you'll have to kiss whomever you choose?"

The girl blanched. Kissing was too intimate, was the one thing she had been allowed to avoid in all the training. She'd always hoped she could continue to avoid it.

"Kiss? But…"

"Yeah, you kissed me once." The girl remembered, the memories were sharp and clear, had been one of the things that had kept her mind intact during the training. "I… didn't mean too, but I fell in love with you. If it had been my choice I wouldn't have slept with anyone else, just cared for you."

"I don't get it. Were you already homosexual?"

Anthea barked a bitter laugh. "No, I've got used to cocks, but even now a guy's body doesn't do anything for me. Yours does now, but that's not what I meant. You were good to me, even when I had to dump you. You were so kind and gentle."

The girl paused, then nodded. She thought she understood. Her mind turned to her brother, who had simply been nice, had turned his head when she dressed. Love wasn't about lust. Her mother? Yes, love. Her father, no, not him. Before maybe, but not now.

"Do you realise you took my cherry?"

The girl started, "What?"

Anthea was blushing furiously. "I was a virgin before… the training. Mine was very different from yours. Though I had a few instructors, none of them touched me other than to discipline me. My training was all with rubber and steel. When we first went out… Do you remember?"

The girl nodded, lost in the memories herself for a moment as she looked at the other girl who'd always been so prominent in her mind.

"Well, that was the first time… I'd done it with a real person. Sure, I'd been fucked by all sorts of things, but never with a real human being. If I could have chosen I probably would have left it that way, but I couldn't. You… were clumsy, but were so careful, thinking of pleasing me while I desperately was trying to pleasure you for those bastards watching."

The girl paled again, "Can we call them that?"

Anthea nodded glumly, "I've called them worse, sometimes shouted in the night and thrown things. They don't punish you for that. Only for not doing what your told, or being… unenthusiastic.

"So… we took each others cherries."

"Yeah, completely. I know its hopeless, what we are, but I do love you, have always tried to make it good for you."

The girl suddenly looked suspicious, nervous. "What do you mean my completely?"

The girl Anthea looked over, puzzled, "I thought you figured it out this morning?"

Sudden comprehension dawned in the girl's face. She put the body she saw this morning, sans cock, with the she male instructor who'd been with her so often. The girl pulled away from how they'd been sitting, leaning towards each other, talking.

Anthea looked stricken, "You didn't realise? God… you know I had no choice? I… tried to make it good for you!"

The girl sobbed, thing was, she had. She'd made it too good, had been part of making her into this freak today. The girl had a sudden need to hurt back.

"So what happened to your family?"

Anthea's face turned sad. "Its… not good. They'll make you do things that seem horribly wrong, sick. I… don't really want to talk about it."

The girl understood and thought of her father last night. Had it only been last night? Her rage and confusion at the other girl abated, maybe just a little.

Anthea looked at her hard. "Has it started already?"

"Yes." The girl's voice was soft. "My dad."

"Believe it or not, it was my older sister first, the bitch. I don't know where she is now. She was the next to get sent off for training and she never came back."

"Didn't you have a younger brother?"

The girl's eyes looked haunted, guilty. "Yes, do you remember 'D'?"

Again the girl blanched, and suddenly she knew why one of her classmates had always looked familiar somehow. They hadn't met until the worst of the surgery and transformations were done, so the connection had never been made in her mind.

 

After their next class, one they had together, the girl had to go to the headmaster for a study session. They wouldn't see each other until after school when Anthea's mother had told them they had "detention".

The girl had been thinking all along about what she'd learned, about what role Anthea had played in her life. But as she'd tuned out of the maths class, looking at the list of three names, all of them friends, one of them a boyhood best friend, knowing that she had to choose one, it had struck. One of these three would someday feel the same about her as she did about Anthea. She hoped they would realise she had no choice.

As they walked the girl suddenly grabbed Anthea's hand, and hauled her into a broom closet. She grabbed her and hugged her hard.

With a sob, she said, "I know you had no choice."

Anthea went still, then hugged the girl hard, and suddenly began crying silently but hard. They just held each other for a moment, both sobbing, both miserable, both fully conscious of what they had lost and what they were.

Anthea pushed them apart, rubbing her eyes. "You have to go, you don't want to be late for him, trust me." The girl nodded, and quickly went into her hand back for tissues and make up. The two did themselves up.

Just as they were to part Anthea turned and kissed the girl on the lips. Just as fast as the two had started crying, they were suddenly kissing each other like life was going to end. They broke apart, both looking stunned.

"Sorry."

The girl nodded ruefully, "Don't be."

"I love you."

The girl stopped, "I don't know that yet, but I think I need you to survive this."

Anthea laughed a sad laugh, "That'll do for now."

Walking out the door they walked in different directions.

 

Entering the headmaster's office through an old stairwell leading from the cellars, the girl stood quietly. He was bent over his computer typing something. Without looking at her he banged his intercom. "Mrs. Kildare. Can you deal with the issue we discussed? I'll join you shortly."

Anthea's mother entered from the front and came over. Taking the girl's hand, she led her through another side door into a large interior room. It was chilly, with tall white walls and no windows. There were rings hanging from the ceiling and walls, and there were two big cabinets against the back. There was one big armchair, another sofa, both in warm brown leather. Across the sofa lay some cloths.

Without saying anything, the woman came over and began unbuttoning the girl's blouse. She helped her take it off, then turned her neatly to unzip her skirt. The girl was turned again and the woman paused as she hefted her limp cock.

"It's a lovely one, and should have made you a real stud. I am sorry about this all, its just so horrible. I'd rather have died than have this happen to Robert, but that isn't allowed." The girl thought she looked so sad, and felt for her. "Tuck it away dear and slip into these."

She handed over the girl's earlier thong knickers. Then went on a short white blouse, knotted bellow her breasts, and an even shorter skirt in the school colours. "Sit down and let me do your hair." Quickly and deftly the girl found her hair done into two pony tails. She looked in the mirror, and saw a porn star Britany Speers looking back.

Just then Mr. Pitman walked in briskly, rubbing his hands. "Right then, lets get on with it. We've got a 15 minute piece of music, you're to do a little dance and Mrs. Kildare will take one of two photos." He plunked down in the armchair and looked pleased with himself.

The girl had trained and trained, then trained again at erotic dance. She hated it, because it meant flaunting these assets she hated, but she was good. Very good. Walking out to the middle of the floor she stood with her back to him and took a few calming breaths, closing her eyes. The way she managed was for the first bit to not look. To imagine she was a boy looking at what she was doing. Once she was into it, opening her eyes was… easier. Not easy, but easier.

The music started and she started to sway. It was music she knew, had danced to before, so was easily able to dance. The other two watched, one horrified, one increasingly pleased at the thought that this wonton girl, the one who posed and flashed, who ground her hips and slid down the pole, was a boy. She was that good. The woman snapped pictures, ashamed at how she was aroused by the boy's dancing. The man just sat and felt his cock stir, knowing that soon he'd probe that young body however he wanted.

The music ended and the girl stopped. She was now only in suspenders, stockings and the stiletto heels. Facing her headmaster, legs and arms slightly spread, breathing deeply, but not hard. She had been flinging herself around the room in the end, but her training had made her very fit.

The man clapped, then uncrossed his knees and patted his lap. "Come." Showing no reluctance, but having to force herself through every step the girl walked towards him. She gracefully sat in his lap, relaxed but with upright back, and hands folded in her own lap.

One of his hands went up and began to idly stroke a breast, pausing to little pinch a nipple. The girl gasped in automatic reaction at the tingle it sent up her spine. "These are truly marvellous breasts, your transformation is perhaps even better than your training. 'E' Cup?"

The girl blushed and looked down, "'F' Sir."

He opened an arm and pulled her body down against his, resting her head on his shoulder. His open arm wrapped around her, one hand replacing the other on a breast. His free hand dropped down to one knee and the girl automatically opened her legs, just a bit, inviting. "Good, yes good." He slid the hand up the inside slowly.

The girl curled her head back at the unavoidable sensations, softly moaning into his neck. She made a soft mewl as his hand cupped up against her, and finger gently probing those lower lips.

"You hate this don't you?"

The girl paused, most of her instructors had been silent. Those that talked had always told her to speak sexily, raunchily. No one had ever mentioned answering honest questions. "Yes sir."

Her body tensed as he roughly pushed a finger up inside her, then relaxed as he turned gentle again. "To think not long ago you were my star student, captain of my football team, conqueror of young virgins. I didn't think they'd actually succeed with you. Robert had been a shy boy, relatively easy to turn. I thought they'd destroy you before they turned you into such a beautiful obedient slut." He rammed a finger up inside her again.

"But you'll do anything I want, won't you?"

"Yes sir."

"I know what you've done with your father you little temptress." There was no response for that, but the girl couldn't hold back a sob. "I so enjoyed the video of his first rape. The gentlemen who control all this thought he was verging on too violent. They don't like violent, and dislike toilet games, but rough domination? Ah… that they like."

"They're going to let your father continue, but want you to encourage him more in the right direction. Bring him some toys, get him to tie you up. That will be fun to watch." The girl's body shuddered in orgasm, unable to deny the sensations that had been building from his hands, all the while his words horrifying her.

Then something long and hot slapped up against one leg while two soft hands pulled her other leg back. The girl obediently straddled the older man, even helped bring her hands back as her friend's mother shackled her wrists behind her. His hands on her breasts he guided her up, with a woman's hand snacked beneath them to guide him.

He made her just slowly take the tip in and out of her vagina. It felt so good, too good for what she was doing. Then pinching the girl's nipples hard he yanked her down onto his lap, and she came again. "Good girl." His hands softly lifted her breasts up by the nipples, and she rose again.

Later, having taken her up the ass so he could watch the girl's face as her erect cock bobbed between them he sighed in satisfaction. It was good to get new blood, to view the fresh humiliation war with the only recently gain professional demeanour.

Robert had now too long to adjust, his mother meekly submitted to everything no matter how humiliating. He was enjoying the thought of breaking the mother of the gorgeous boy now wrapped around his cock. The masters had put the other two on the market, with massive interest for a truly pretty underage she male with a trained mother in tow. However, the masters, not really interested in the mother had sent through instructions to watch the developments between the two boys.

Thought there had regretfully been no camera in the broom cupboard, Robert had dutifully reported the incident. It was clear the boy was madly in love with the boy he had destroyed, but equally true he would hide nothing for fear of punishment. It was yet another sign that his value had lessened in the master's eyes. But the value of a burgeoning love between the two boys would be wonderful to watch and destroy.

The man loved his job.

The girl, however, shuddered through another orgasm, even as she wanted to curl up and die.

 

Only a few steps from the door to the cellar a boy called Tim approached the girl. Her body tingled, it felt refreshed and vitalised from a number of orgasms and the ministrations of Anthea's mother's tongue, which had cleaned Mr. Pitman's cum from her ass.

Tim had been David's boyhood friend. They had done everything together. Now he shuffled awkwardly from foot to foot, his eyes going from between the floor and her tits.

"Hi. I'm Tim."

"Hello Tim." Her mind screamed, she wanted to tell him to run.

"Ahhh, the story is your David's cousin?"

"Yeah, I had to move in with my Aunt and Uncle for a while."

"How's Dave? I haven't heard from him." Her heart started to slow down, and she felt a bit of warmth grow for the boy. He only wanted to know about his friend.

"He's fine." It felt OK to lie, he wouldn't want to know the truth. "He's still at that private school he won the scholarship for. I think its pretty intensive. My aunt said he never writes her either."

"Oh, well, good on him. Uhmmm I know you're new around here. Can I maybe show you around a bit? Maybe take you to a show tomorrow night?"

The girl fought to keep her smile. Her heart had dropped through the floor. "Yes, that would be fine." There was no other answer, he had sealed his own fate. She had decided to ask one of the others, it was only right to spare her closest friend. Neither of the others deserved it either of course. Now it was too late, he had been too quick.

Tim looked shocked, then smiled a huge smile. "All right, I'll pick you up at seven!" He turned and walked away with a strut, two others of their old gang of friends looked at him dumbfounded, like he had won the lottery.

The girl turned away, both saddened a the result, and relieved beyond belief the choice had been made for her.

 

School was over, the girl walked slowly towards the headmaster's office. There was no avoiding it, whatever it would be, but she could dawdle a second or two.

Mrs. Kildare sat at the desk in front of his door, and simply stood and opened the door. Following the girl in, she turned and locked the door behind them. The scene was odd, disturbing, like out of an impressionist painting.

Mr; Pitman sat behind his desk, neat and trim in his suit, reading something. Anthea, nude but for stockings and suspenders, lay along a large leather sofa, her head pillowed on her arm along the back. Her cock was out, but limp.

Mrs. Kildare stepped in front of the girl and once again began to unbutton her blouse. It felt so weird to have someone undress her. In training either she had been doing it quickly just to change, had done it seductively as others watched, or had it basically ripped from her body by impatient partners. This was gentle, almost loving, if it wasn't for the fact she was being prepared.

Soon after the girl was as her friend on the sofa. Only then Mr. Pitman looked up. "Erect, both of you." The cocks on both girls began to grow. "A little show is requested. Sit beside each other and… make out. Your lips may kiss each other, or suck cock. They may not be otherwise engaged. You must have at least one hand on each other's cock at all times unless you are penetrating one another. One hour please." He slapped an mechanical timer, starting it ticking.

The girl was appalled. Had the kiss been seen? Was this some sort of punishment? She had never been told to kiss before. It could not be avoided, and having their cocks out somehow made it worse.

Slow steps brought her over to the petite brunette with green eyes. The girl lowered herself onto the sofa, and thought how Anthea had helped as much as she could. Looking her in the eyes rather than looking at her body.

Anthea closed her eyes and brought her face forward, lips slightly parted. As a boy that sight would have aroused her. The girl was confused, knowing what she did, it still aroused her. Despite the cock, Anthea was stunning. Knowing she could, the girl closed her eyes too and their lips met. Anthea was soft, welcoming and the girl felt mechanical, too self conscious. Especially when her friend's hand wrapped around her shaft and her own hand was guided to the other boys cock.

It didn't take long though, soon they were kissing passionately, soft hands gently stoking each other as lips and tongue danced in each other's mouths.

 

"Time!"

Breathless the two boys looked up. Anthea was straddled over the blond girls hips, impaled on her cock. They were still kissing deeply. Anthea was obviously enjoying herself, but the girl was trembling, breathless. It was clear the session had been deeply arousing, even meaningful to her.

They disentangled themselves. Mr. Pitman was back intent on his work. Anthea's mother was now dressed only in knickers, one hand studded down the front of the thin silk, the other groping a breasts. The woman's eyes were glazed like she had taken strong drugs. Standing, Anthea put her arm around the other boy and looking to Mr. Pitman began to idly stroke the other boys cock. She was still trembling, and looked in amazement at the other girl. How could she take this so casually?

"Mrs. Kildare would you take care of the two boys please? 50 strokes each before you cum, and be good and rough!"

"Cool!" Anthea turned and pecked the blond's cheek. "Do you the front of back?"

"What?" The girl looked confused.

"Her mouth or pussy silly!" She looked up in bemused exasperation. "All right then, mum gives a great blow job, so that's for me. You'll enjoy her puss though, its sweet."

Anthea's mother came over and bent at the hips in front of her son. The petite girl grabbed her mother's face and roughly stuffed her cock into her mouth. She slapped her friend's bottom, "Go on…"

Still weak kneed the girl walked behind the bent over woman. Nervously she pulled down the damp silk knickers, exposing a lovely ass and vagina, fully shaved. She looked up to see a cruel twist to Anthea's lips and she rapidly trust in and out of her mother's face.

The girl gently touched those lower lips. They were swollen and moist, obviously aroused. Guiding her cock, she used her tip to gently massage the clit, wanting to be sure the woman enjoyed it.

"No no, I said rough! Robert finish off quickly."

The other boy shuddered over his mother's face, then pulled out. "Thanks mum!" She patted the woman's head and skipped over to were Mr. Pitman had walked up to. Dropped to her knees she eagerly undid his trousers and began sucking his cock.

"Take the position boy!"

Anthea jumped up and bent over, straight legged, beside her mother. She grinned over her shoulder at the younger girl. Mr. Pitman walked up, and backhanded mother cheeks. Then he thrust hard and deep into the boy girl's ass, his hands cruelly gripping her hips.

"See?" He thrust hard and fast, occasionally slapping a buttock. "This is what I meant."

The girl understood, but it had always been her being treated roughly, she had never done it to another. Tentatively she slapped the smooth rounded bottom and thrust in gently.

"Bloody hell boy, they really have taken the meat out of you." Anthea was pushed away to sprawl on the floor. The girl stood stock still as the large man moved behind her, and workmanlike pushed his own cock up her bottom. The girl was sandwiched between the told older partners. The man put his hands over hers, and dug her fingers deep into Mrs. Kildare's buttocks and hips, bringing out a whimper.

He pulled the girl back by the cock lodged deep in her bottom and made her fuck the woman by matching his own thrusts. His hand lifted hers and brought it down in a hard slap against the bare flesh. "That's rough!"

He stopped, pulled back to leave the tip of his cock just lodged in her anus as the boy girl's cock was deep inside the other woman. "Now, show me."

Bracing herself, the girl pushed back, taking the man deep, then lunged forward, fucking the woman. Her body shook with the combination of exertion and need, and somehow she found it in her to spank the other woman's bottom.

Anthea was looking up with mild interest on her face, then stood and with a quick squeeze to breast, pecked the girl's cheek. "That's it." Then the petite brunette went off and began to rummage through her bag, pulling out cloths. The girl didn't get it, she was going through an life changing experience and her friend was barely interested, started doing her makeup!

"What's your count?"

"47… 48..,. 49…" Her body convulsed, great jets of cum spouting deep in the other woman. One of the most intense and confusing orgasms she'd had ripped through her brain. The world went black.

 

She came too prone along the wood floor. Mrs. Kildare was laying out cloths, still nude. Anthea was seated on Mr. Pitman's lap as he talked softly to her, his hand rummaging up under her dress.

Mrs. Kildare beckoned, "Come, get dressed. You can have these, but must remember to bring at least two changes of cloths for after school. One casual, one raunchy." The woman helped the girl into a high cut thong and a very low backed dress in loose silk that hung off her large breasts and was only barely long enough to be decent. The girl looked behind herself and sighed, the back so low her thong peaked in and out of view.

Anthea skipped over, and taking her hand, pulled the blond out of the room. The last view of the room was of Mrs. Kildare draping herself over the older man's lap. Letting go Anthea spun down the empty hall, coming bag to drag the other girl against her and she slumped on a wall. Hands pulled the blond tight by the ass cheeks as lips met lips.

"Fuck, that was hot! You've got great lips!"

Sobs started to wrack the girl's body, "I… I… haven't kissed anyone since… I don't know…" Anthea pulled the girl into a tight hug, kissing the tears off her cheeks.

"Its OK, I know. But… it was alright with me wasn't it?"

"Yeah… but… I'm so confused…"

"Relax…" Anthea kissed her lightly on the lips, "Let me make you feel better." The brunnete dropped to her knees, hands going under her dress to quickly slip her knickers down.

"No… please… Its not… Oh god…" Anthea's head was up under her dress. There were no sounds in the empty corridor bar soft sobs which slowly changed in down and a gently liquid sound of soft tissues rubbing against each other. The girl had a gentle soft cum.

Anthea leapt up and kissed her. The girl tasted her liquids on the other boys lips. She did feel better, but was no less confused. "Grand! Now we've got to go on the pull. They…" Anthea rolled her eyes up into the air, "Want us to double time some lucky boy back at your house. Seems your mum is working and brother is out with his mates. Your dad won't be back for a while."

They turned and walked down the hall, hand in hand.

 

Three people walked down a row of terraced homes. A boy, silly grin plastered on his face, and two girls. The boy was in the middle, a girl to either side. They each had an arm around his waist as he did around each of theres. At least until the young brunette moved the other girl's hand down to the boy's bottom, then put hers on his other cheek.

 

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