DECLARATION: This story is an original literary work. I wrote a story just to stretch my creative muscles. All characters, Sirens, and rapists in this work are fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or born in the future, is purely coincidental.

WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violence, swearing, and strange ideas. It contains only the strange things that dribble from my head. If you are not old enough, mature enough, open minded enough, and especially not smart enough to stop reading should you find yourself becoming offended viewing such a story, don't even start!

I hereby grant permission to post this story, make it available for download, or send it to one or more of your kinky friends, as long as I am given credit for it and no monetary profit is made from it without sharing it with me. (I'm not greedy… hey wait! Why should I be any different than anybody else?)

 

Trojan Whores

by Wholeman

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Proof by

Maggie Finson

 

I awakened to find myself incarcerated, struggling to figure out just exactly what had happened. My memory was fuzzy when I first came to.

Wait! What the hell? I wasn't doing anything that should get me incarcerated! Last night I was innocently minding my own business walking down the street in Petra on Lesvos Island, The Aegean Islands, Greece, when I was nabbed by what looked like a squad of troops.

Just a couple of weeks ago I had received a registered letter informing me that I had won an all expense paid vacation to Lesvos Island.

'What a weird vacation destination,' I thought to myself.

The letter went on to say that a new resort had been built with westerners in mind and that they were giving away these 'vacations' to a wide demographic of people in hopes that we would bring word of what a great resort was on Lesvos, in Greece.

'Okay, well maybe that explains it…' I pondered.

The advertisement stated that, "The government in Petra has taken steps to improve the quality of life in their village and make the area even more attractive for tourism. Tradition claims that, Petra served as an anchorage for Achilles during the Trojan War, a mere five nautical miles from the shores of Turkey. The name Petra has the meaning, 'The rock'. The island got its name from the word "lespis" which means precious gem. Lesvos is famed for being the center of the ouzo drinking culture. The aniseed national drink of the Greeks is always accompanied by a wide variety of small appetizers, called "mezedes," which in Lesvos are usually seafood prepared with divine traditional recipes (Greek Sushi.). In the past two centuries several Lesvians have been worthy holdovers of their bright cultural past. Today, hosting the seat of the Aegean University, Lesvos is still a spawning ground for innovative ideas in the arts, science, and politics. All kinds of entertainment find their place in the tolerant society of Lesvos."

'Wow! Now this sounds like a place to hang out and have a great vacation! Tolerant society, entertainment, Ouzo, what more could a single guy ask for… except maybe babes…' my thoughts were wild and explicit.

The brochure stated that I would be staying in, 'The newly built one hundred bed, Clara Hotel. Built in an amphitheatric style on a hillside, the hotel has a unique tranquility and offers the visitor modern facilities while retaining an informal atmosphere.'

This is the first thing I have ever won! My luck usually runs in the other direction. Given a 50-50 chance I will lose seventy percent of the time. That in itself must be some kind of luck, to beat the odds backwards, isn't it?

Right there in the envelope was a First Class airline ticket, notification of prepaid hotel suite, and a check for $1,000.00 US to spend on my vacation!

I knew that I didn't have any vacation built up at the company I had just taken a job with, but what the hell? I should pass an opportunity like this up? Therefore, the day after I got the tickets, I submitted my resignation. Hell, I was looking for work when I found that job!

I should introduce myself. My name is Skyler Friedrich Blostein. My usual occupation is 'Jack of All Trades'. My hobbies were, chasing women, catching women, and sex.

I figured that this would be a great way to meet exotic women and get my end off. I hope that the near sound-alikeness of the Island's name didn't mean that all of the girls there are Lesbos…

I made the flight with plenty of time to spare. I even had time for a cognac in the airport lounge before take off. The connecting flights were lined up so perfectly that I had only a couple hundred feet between terminals and fifteen or more minutes to spare, waiting in my airliner seat.

When I finally arrived on the island I'd had plenty of sleep and plenty to drink, so the journey to my hotel is kind of a blur. It went something like, lots of Greek men and women toasting something or other, and handing me a bottle of Ouzo to chug from, while I rode to the hotel in the 'Limo'.

I woke up in my room, surprised that I didn't have a massive hangover.

After a quick shower and shave, I headed to the lobby to make sure everything was in order. I was relieved to discover that I'd checked in and my breakfast was waiting for me in the Taverna. I was stunned to find that Ouzo was served with breakfast though…

I had friendly people stopping by my table and chatting with me. They all spoke remarkably good English, although heavily accented. Some wanted to know where I was from, others whether I had family here, or back in the states. I felt almost like a rock star of something...

I replied just as friendly that I didn't have anyone on the island and no family back stateside.

One happy couple decided to take me under their wing and show me around town. Nicholas, 'Nick', and his wife, Carmella, seemed to know all about this town and where all of the good restaurants and bars were, which meant more Ouzo of course.

When it was getting late, Carmella asked me if I knew the story of the Trojan Whores?

Well, I heard 'Trojan horse', so I told her I did, and about this big wooden horse…

"No, no, silly boy! That was a story made up to cover the real truth of the fall of Troy," she explained somewhat drunkenly.

"Say what?" I asked blearily.

"Yes, young man, Troy fell to the Trojan Whores, not a Trojan horse!" she giggled.

"Well then I am as in the dark as the rest of the world I guess, Mrs. Theophilus. I was told the story of the horse since I was young, so that is what I thought had happened. So what really did happen?"

"Well I shouldn't tell you this, but since I am half plastered I am going to anyway!" she admitted with a twisted grin, "You see, what Odysseus of Ithaca really did was kidnap Sirens from a nearby Island. He sold them to a slave trader, not telling him what they were, or why they were gagged. His next stop was Troy, which Odysseus knew. Odysseus had sold the women so cheaply that the trader was able to make a quick profit in Troy selling them and exited town quickly after. Some say that he recognized the Sirens for what they were, which accounts for why he left town so fast."

"Well the records of Homer were a bit misleading about Sirens. Sure their songs are irresistible to men, and yes if the men succumb to their songs they are forever lost. But that is where the truth departs from reality…"

"Carmella!" Nick's sharp calling out of her name made her stop tale abruptly, "You know that is not a tale for non-islanders!"

"Oops," she drunkenly exclaimed. "Well I didn't get to anything revealing yet anyways…"

"You know better than to tell those tales Carmella, you could put the young fellow in jeopardy. You know what happened last time…" Nick scolded, shaking his finger at her.

"Oh, yes! I remember her!" she giggled, "She turned out beautifully!"

"You are way too drunk to be in public right now Carmella. Give me your hand so that I might lead you home before you do something that Skyler will regret!" Nick reached his hand out and grasped Carmella's dainty hand, hoisting her to her feet and leading her back to their home.

I glanced about the room and noticed that I was receiving an unusually high level of stares, which was making me feel more than just a little uncomfortable. I stood up and decided that maybe it would be prudent to beat a hasty retreat to my hotel room. Once I was in the street outside the lounge I noticed that I had not been keeping close track of where Nick and Carmella had bar hopped us to.

Realizing I was lost but not wanting to reenter the hostile bar, I picked a direction and took off, figuring that I would soon come across a familiar landmark or somewhere to ask for directions. I figured I was just being paranoid about the interested stares I received from the locals, as I made my way. It seemed to me that I was still more than just an idle source of conversation. People were whispering and pointing in my general direction as I passed by.

I finally got a glimpse of the Mediterranean through an alleyway and knew that if I got there that I could follow along the shore to where my hotel was.

Once I entered the alley I knew that I had made a mistake, the feeling of trepidation I felt as I made it about halfway through was like a caterpillar the size of a cat had crawled up my spine. When I turned around to see if the feeling was warranted I saw half a dozen troops quickly pursuing me.

Now I had done nothing wrong that I knew of, but having that many men chasing after me just said deep inside me somewhere, "RUN!"

I took off like I had afterburners. I was easily pulling away from them when I neared the end of the alley… "WHAM!" out went my lights, someone was waiting for me to rabbit, and cold cocked me as I cleared the Alley.

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I awakened to find myself incarcerated, struggling to figure out just exactly that had happened. My memory was fuzzy when I first came to and after the few seconds that it took my addled and sore brain to go over what had brought me to these circumstances, I became quite indignant.

"Hey! Somebody get me a lawyer! I want to speak to the American Ambassador to Greece!" I yelled, while beating on the door with my fists.

After about ten minutes of getting no response I realized that I had just better sit down, rest up and wait for someone to come through the door and then kick the crap out of them.

About half an hour later I heard voices in the hall outside the room, "But it's my fault he's in there!"

Carmella? It must be! However, what is she doing here and why won't they let her in to visit with me?

"We have been given specific instructions to especially deny you access Mrs. Theophilus. We have been threatened with her fate should we fail in that task, ma'am," I heard a second, male voice reply.

"We'll see about that! I'll be back, and you will be getting new orders!"

Bless her heart. I seems that I have at least one ally here, wherever here is…

But I was kind of concerned that the guard had a female prisoner here too somewhere, who was threatened with some kind of terrible fate that even seemed to frighten the guards.

I beat on the door again knowing that indeed someone was outside to hear me, "Let me the Fuck out of here!" That was the nicest thing I screamed, it devolved from there. However, still no answer from the guards.

A couple of hours later I saw a slot open in the bottom of the door and a plate of food, along with a cup of liquid were pushed through. No silverware, but luckily enough, it looked like souvlakia and easily eaten with fingers. I figured that there was water in the cup, but was only slightly shocked, to discover Ouzo.

Well, I might as well keep my energy up. I ate the souvlakia and drank the Ouzo and still no one came and told me why I was being detained.

I occasionally yelled, paced, slept, and pounded on the door and walls, but nothing.

Another meal was shoved through the door, which I downed and noticed that the Ouzo was twice the quantity it had been the last time. Hmm… does that mean this is the evening meal, or they are going to let me get stinking drunk and pass out? What the hell? I'm not driving so why not?

I chowed down on the meal and downed the Ouzo, though not fast enough to get plastered. I only had a mild buzz going.

Time dragged on and it was mealtime once again, and once again there was even more Ouzo. Man, these guys really go through a lot of this stuff!

I scarfed the food then nursed the Ouzo right up until I was fed again, and was given the whole bottle with dinner.

Weird prison they have here, it sure wasn't into rehabilitation of alcoholics... Of course all of the Ouzo was keeping me quiet, so maybe they thought it was a good way to handle unruly prisoners?

I finally fell asleep, only to wake up to a raging woody. I figured it was a piss hard-on so I waddled on over to the commode and nearly stood on my head to relieve the pressure on my bladder, but even having relieved myself, my hard-on never diminished.

I lay back down and tried to beat that sucker into submission, but even after orgasming, I was still hard.

I noticed that breakfast was already waiting for me on the sill of the door, along with my bottle of Ouzo. So even with my Ironwood, I ate and drank. I discovered that the more Ouzo I drank, the softer my cock became. When I had a good buzz going I was back to normal in the one-eyed snake department.

I couldn't figure out what was going on, but I couldn't see the harm with what was happening.

By the next morning I woke up to the hardest wood I ever had in my life! I almost had to do a handstand on the toilet bowl to piss even just a little!

Breakfast was there but no Ouzo?

'How the hell did they expect me to relieve this wood? Well maybe I can whack off a few times after eating,' I thought to myself as I downed breakfast.

However the moment that I finished eating the door slowly swung open, and there stood Nick and Carmella.

'Finally!' I thought.

"Come with us Skyler. We arranged your release," Nick stated, although he received a dirty look from Carmella.

Carmella was looking seriously unhappy and appeared to be here under protest.

"Thanks Nick, Carmella, I really appreciate it. These guys wouldn't tell me what I am being charged with. They wouldn't tell me how long I would be here. They wouldn't even allow me to speak with council!" I groused as we walked along the corridor.

Of course I was walking a bit oddly due to the iron bar in my trousers, but everyone seem to not take notice.

We came to another heavily armored door and it was opened for us to go through, the accompanying guards stayed outside.

"What the hell is this?" I screeched as I noticed that this room was lavishly appointed with a simply huge bed, it has to be thirty feet in diameter with all kinds of other very nice furniture, a settee, lounge chair, bookcases, and even a love seat.

Unfortunately I hadn't noticed that Nick and Carmella had stopped short while entering the room allowing me to take point, so they were blocking the door with a couple of rifle barrels pointed at me over their shoulders when I turned around.

Carmella had rivers of tears flowing down her face while she said, "I am so sorry for this Skye, we really wanted to make your last days of vacation so very pleasant, and I screwed that all up! I'm sorry about what we must do now too, but at least I wanted you to enjoy yourself and not have to stay in that stinking cell!" She shot an evil look at Nick, "Don't worry though, you aren't going to die or anything, and I promise to help you as much as you want tomorrow, that is if you will accept my help."

"Try to enjoy yourself Skyler… it will be different for you after today," Nick told me, though even he seemed to be tearing up. "I will explain everything tomorrow."

I was looking daggers at the both of them. I knew that they had set me up on purpose and had been doing it from even before I left the States. The whole 'free vacation' thing was a scam.

I was busy admonishing myself for being a sucker when I heard another door behind me open up. After everything that had been said to me, I was terrified that they were sending tigers into the room with me, or man-eating cockroaches.

I turned very slowly and gazed upon the single most beautiful woman I had ever seen, in person, on television, or even the Internet. She was dressed in sort of a lovely white toga, with golden lace embroidered all over it. She was a dark haired beauty with big green eyes, almost no nose, lips that begged to be gently kissed and a bosom that nearly wouldn't quit. She had to be in the busty stripper superstar class.

I stood there transfixed by this vision, unable to move or speak.

She perambulated over to where I stood and in a singsong voice like angels must have, said, "My you are a cute one. You seem to have a problem with this thing down here…" she reached her hand down to caress my aching cock, "Would you like little me to help you with it? I promise to be gentle."

I knew that if I said one word, it would sound stupid or hollow in comparison to the golden tones emanating from my angel, so I followed her gentle tugging on my enraged tool. She dragged me over to that enormous bed, and gently pushed me back onto it, urging me toward the center of the bed. She began to undo the fastenings keeping her from my manhood, but took only a moment to place my hand onto her breasts, obviously encouraging me to pleasure her.

She had my pants down around my ankles before you could say howdy do. Once she had me in hand, and just before swallowing my cock, she sang out, "He's ready, girls."

Through the door that she had swept into the room from, half a dozen more women, each as stunningly beautiful as the others slunk into the bedroom and slithered onto the bed forming a ring around me.

"Ooh he looks delicious!" "I hope this one lasts longer than the last ones." "I wish I had drawn the long straw this time." "What are you waiting for Deianira?"

"I think Skyler here is a breast man… he is doing wonderful things to my titties. Giselle, I bet Skyler would love to nurse on your huge rack. Why don't you offer up a nipple?" Deianira, prompted when she came up for air.

"My pleasure Deianira," Giselle answered, while flopping a giant pleasure pillow onto my eager face.

"Diona, see what you can do with his nipples, and Rena I want you on his toes," Deianira coordinated their efforts, which I was hoping would continue forever.

The others seem to know what their jobs were without any coaching and in mere moments I was spewing my load into Deianira's eager mouth.

"Mmmm, that hits the spot," Deianira moaned, "Giselle I believe you are next."

I couldn't believe it, just like had happened yesterday, I ejaculated and still remained rigid.

Giselle had me down her throat in an instant. I could feel her lips on my scrotum, so deep in her I was.

"Basilia, you take his left ear and Clytie on his right ear," Deianira was melodiously coordinating me into insane bliss. I could feel the girls licking my ears, tonguing them and I couldn't hold out any longer, I blew a huge load down Giselle's neck.

She came up grinning and licking her lips, "Oh my, I hope there are more like him cuming."

"I love modern medical science, don't you girls?" Basilia exclaimed in a voice that tinkled like wind chimes, as she dove on top of my still rigid member.

I tried to speak to these angels, but all that came out was a strangled sounding gurgle.

"Oh, please don't try to speak, you sweet thing, save all your energy to enjoy the fantastic sex we are sharing. Don't even try to respond to me, just lie there and receive our gifts, as we receive yours," crooned Diona, in the ear that had just been vacated by Basilia.

One of the ladies brought out a carafe of scented oil of some kind and the ones who were not engaged in directly pleasuring me with their hands began to rub it all over me. I also found that my hands were getting filled with oil so that I may rub it into the gigantic breasts filling each hand.

'I love huge boobies,' I thought as I caressed them, only moments before spasming in another unbelievable orgasm, and then afterwards, 'Why is my cock still so damn hard?"

"Oh my! I think I love this one," Diona giggled as angels only could. "Malinda, your turn baby."

I started to think I would be fucked to death, but who in the hell cared?

Malinda has a suction so powerful on my crank that I know I am going to have a tough time later, pulling the sheets out of my ass.

'Oh, my god! What is that I am feeling…? Oooh, one of them is suckling my little nipples!'

I started bucking and thrashing my way though another massive ejaculation.

'Even if I do survive this, I'll be blind. My eyeballs are rolled so hard up inside my head, I doubt that they will ever be normal again,' I mused.

The quietest of the goddesses silently, and with a Mona Lisa smile, and attached her full, peach colored lips, to my tortured rod. She started out gently, lovingly, to lick me like a Popsicle.

I started in amazement as I felt her tongue wrap all the way around my cock, and then started sliding her warm wet tongue up and down.

I have never felt anything even approaching what was being done to me now. I am not sure anyone has ever felt anything like what these women are doing to me.

My back arched enough that I felt I might do harm to the delicate girl pleasuring me as I orgasmed, though I heard her giggling as I came.

After I could lie down again, Deianira placed her mouth over mine and I felt her feed me some kind of nectar. It was ambrosia and renewed my energies almost instantly.

"Sisters, see how he responds to Deianira's nectar," cooed Malinda, as she swapped places with, Rena.

Rena wasn't as subtle as Malinda, she grabbed my balls and stuffed me far down her throat and tongued my glans until I wasn't sure if it was pain I was feeling or immense pleasure.

Right then I felt her shove her finger right up my clenched asshole, and she jabbed my prostrate with her finger.

I didn't have nearly the massive orgasm as with Malinda, but I did fire my sperm load into her face.

"Rena, what have I told you about gulping your food?" admonished Deianira.

"Sorry Sister, I was hoping to leave some for our youngest and smallest sister," she blushed as she answered.

Little Clytie shyly approached my rod. The loving look upon her face as she stared at my wood made me even more rigid than when I first came in Deianira. She reached for me and said in the highest, smallest voice I had yet heard, "Pleased to meet you Mr. Cock. Will you give me what I need if I suck you as lovingly as I can?"

'How could anything or anyone refuse such a gentle and sweet request as that?' I thought. I nearly spewed without her ever having touched my cock.

I began thrashing my head back and forth, grasping and pulling on the huge, oily nipples I had in each hand, moaning incoherently.

Her tiny hand grasped my throbbing meat and she took my glans into her pouty lips. The image was unbelievable. She looked almost like a little teenager, so innocent, and sweet. She tried to stick her tongue down the center of my dick, flicking her little tongue on it, and sucking with her cute mouth, while fisting my cock.

This time the ladies held me down, so I would not injure their sister, or myself, but I couldn't believe that I had that much sperm left in my testes. She had a dribble of sperm running down her cheek as she smiled at me.

Rena kissed her after licking my seed from her sweet face.

"Ooh, that turns me on so much!" I managed to moan as I watched them.

"Rena, I want you to pleasure Clytie and make sure that Skyler can see you do it," Deianira commanded sweetly.

Clytie squealed but submitted to Rena's ministration.

I couldn't believe that these goddesses were putting on a lesbian show just for me.

My attention was on the two licking each other so I didn't notice Deianira mount me, but I sure felt it in a heartbeat. She started riding me like an equestrian, her huge glands bouncing hither, and yaw.

"No way! He is still going? My god Deianira, what should we do? If we were voting, I think he would make a lovely sister…" Malinda suggested as she leaned over to supply me with nectar of her own.

I was soon over the edge and bucking Deianira wildly into the air. She had her hands and legs clamped around me like a vice, almost as though she didn't want to waste any of my sperm.

When Deianira climbed off, there was a confused consultation going on between the sisters.

"You're kidding," Rena exclaimed popping her head up from Clytie's crotch.

"Nope, Giselle, ride 'em girl!" Deianira encouraged.

Giselle mounted me just as Deianira had before and promptly began to use me like a Sybian sex machine. Her sopping wet pussy drooled all the way up to my stomach as she ground herself against my manhood.

She actually screamed in orgasm before I unloaded into her. That was the first time tonight that I was able to return any of what I was getting.

Giselle slumped off of me onto the bed cooing softly and squirming up against me.

Basilia paled and said, "Do… do… do I have to Deianira?"

"My god girl, you haven't any idea what you would be missing," Deianira told her with obvious disappointment.

"Okay, okay, but I won't cum, I just know it," she groused as she mounded my turgid member. "This is different than the ones we use…" she trailed off as she began to moan and bite her lip.

I was determined to meet her challenge, even though I was fairly easy to please today, stating that I couldn't make her cum was all the encouragement I needed. I met her bounces and grinds with determination, force, and rhythm.

"Oh, no, this can't… can't… ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" her voice hit notes high enough I expected glass to break all over the room.

Deianira caught her as she collapsed off of my pelvis, "What do you think now?"

"It… it… it was warm and… and… it swelled so nice before feeding me… I can't wait to have another!"

Clytie was thrashing and squealing as Rena licked her to the heights of lesbian passion, when I heard, "Rena, I want our baby sister to enjoy Mr. Cock now, she will be the fastest fuck in town now that you have prepped her."

Rena giggled and between Deianira and her, they slipped Clytie over my throbbing Dick, "Oh! That is… my word… that feels so… is this what human women feel?" Clytie stammered as she grasped at my cock, firmly ensconced in her steaming hot pussy.

I felt her clench her pussy muscles experimentally and I knew that this was what I needed as much as she did, so I clenched my butt muscles and thrust up into her frantically.

"Eek, eek, ooh, eek, ooh, ahh, eek…" she was a screamer too, all the better, I just love to have a cheerleader!

She started using her vaginal muscles to grip and release as she bounced, and it began to feel like she was sucking me off as she screwed me senseless.

"Diona, nectar him now and then it's your turn if he is still… ahh… up for it, so to speak," Deianira's giggle tinkled like wind chimes again.

The embrace of a huge breast lifted from my face and was replaced by the soft pink lips of a Red haired goddess, who locked lips with me, spewed forth her nectar, and then slipped a wet wiggly tongue in to French kiss me.

The incredible sweet ambrosia sent me into another mind numbing ejaculation.

Clytie had a death grip on my cock with her vaginal muscles and even though she stopped humping me it still felt like her pussy was slurping up my semen as I filled her.

I came so hard I thought my eyeballs were going to explode from my head.

"Goodness me," Deianira exclaimed, "I say if he makes it through the lot of us I propose that she be initiated. All in favor, say Aye?"

A chorus like you have never heard of, "Aye," from the most beautiful voices in the world rang out.

'Cool, if I can screw them all, one of these lovelies is initiated into their sisterhood. I hope it is sweet Clytie,' I thought to myself. I resolved to do my utmost to screw every last one of them.

Diona eagerly mounted me just as Deianira remarked, "I think he can use this to insure her initiation," and then stuffed a small, well-lubricated butt plug up my sphincter muscle.

My back arched involuntarily in response to the invaders pressure on my prostrate, virtually locking my cock in Ironwood mode.

Diona quietly but efficiently ground herself on my wood, quickly orgasming onto my stomach with enough pussy juice to cover me to my nipples.

She hung on, limply as I continued to pound my meat into her. Her sisters supported her as she recovered from her first orgasm. She quickly sat back upright and started squeezing my cock with her vagina, moaning with her eyes closed and her head limply bouncing up and down, her hair flying all about.

"Malinda, you know what to do," Deianira prompted and again the lovely breast I had been suckling was replaced by scarlet-red, soft lips, which were followed by her very long tongue. I could swear that she was tickling my esophagus with her tongue as she gave forth another mouthful of ambrosia.

I spunked Diona, Just as she was shuddering through another orgasm of her own. Diona had to be helped from my titanium hard dick. I was beginning to feel a bit sore but I knew that I had only two women to please and then Clytie would become their sister.

'This is sure a weird requirement for a sorority,' I thought as I mentally prepared for another banging.

Malinda quickly hopped aboard and began grinding my manhood as she reached back and grasped my balls and all but insisted that I give up my seed, which happened faster than I would have thought possible at this point.

I was going to be sad that she wasn't going to orgasm, but as soon as sperm flowed into her she screamed and collapsed. She was quickly removed, by Rena who jumped on me quickly and leaned over, squishing her boobs to both sides of me as she locked lips with me while she provided her own nectar, which was driving me nuts with desire.

Rena started slowly and quite gently, twisting my nipples and slowly sliding up my wood, as she clasped and un-clasped her pussy muscles, "I am going to make up for sucking you so quickly the first time. You are going to ejaculate your balls inside out for me my sweet."

'Oh my god, no woman had ever been so aggressive about wanting my seed,' I thought as I told her, "I'm going to make you a woman today my dear little wench."

She must not have been expecting that response from me because she seemed to shudder through a mini orgasm as I told her.

"Sisters? Please, help me make him shoot his love juice into me like never before," she limply sang.

Someone was fucking my ass with the butt plug, and then I was fed nectar by, Giselle, Basilia, and Clytie in that order. However I was so taken by Clytie, that I felt my Dick engorge even more as she fed me her sweetness.

"Oh, oh god, oh… I'm cuming… Clytie? Slip your boobies around his head and then stick your tongue down his throat baby…" Rena cooed, and then came like gangbusters but I, was distracted by the lovely Clytie and did not shoot her full of sperm.

She started riding me once again with the help of her sisters.

I saw Deianira whisper in Clytie's ear. She giggled like all of the songbirds in heaven singing happily, and then she stood up, Deianira pulled her panties down, and she sat on my face.

There is no describing the taste of this girl who had so captivated me. I lapped at her soft wetness with vigor.

I could feel the twitching of her pussy on my tongue, and the same thing was happening on my cock as Rena was about to orgasm. That did it. It didn't matter how worn out my cock was, I pumped more sperm into that girl than I had ever before released at one time.

"Eeeiiiiiaaaaaaahhhhh!" she fainted onto my chest.

Clytie jumped up to see if her sister was all right. The other sisters lifted her off my finally limp Dick.

"Is she all right?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"She is wonderful my dear Skye, as you will soon be," Deianira sang, "Now before you sleep, allow me to express our thanks for your stamina and good heart." She flopped one of her massive breasts onto my face and said, "Suckle the milk of your new mother, Skye. Receive the gifts of health and joy from your mother and be one with your sisters."

I was really, really tired, and could barely move. It was like they had sucked the very life force from me with their vaginas, but I could never say no to a breast… I suckled her sweet milk and felt an electric thrill permeate my body. I was momentarily revitalized enough to feed from her glands until I had a full belly, but then passed completely out.

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"You two get away from her! I don't want you waking her up until she is completely rested. You girls may be as excited as children on Christmas Eve, but she has been through quite an ordeal. Do you know how many males have made it through all of us… twice no less? The only one I remember was two thousand ninety five years ago!" Deianira scolded the two gigglers who had invaded my sleep. "Clytie is the last one who we made our sister. We have not replaced our sister, Semele, who was tragically taken from us so many years ago. Now shoo," Deianira admonished the silly sounding girls.

"Too late," I said my voice sounding as melodic as theirs for some reason, though I had not even opened my eyes yet.

"There is no need for you to waken Skye. You have been through a lot and you may sleep as long as you desire," I felt her hands pick up my head and place it in her lap. She began stroking my head and then pulled my hair out of my face…

'Hair out of my face?' I started at the thought. 'My hair isn't long enough to get in my face.' I tried to lift my head up, however Deianira wouldn't let me, she just started humming some sort of lullaby, and it took me with it into a deep slumber.

I had the weirdest dream about being betrayed by my new friends. Imprisoned by those same friends, fed Viagra by the fist full and then turned over to some dream women to be fucked to death. Ah, what a way to go though…

However the resentment toward Nick and Carmella was still strong. Their betrayal was more than I could forgive, even in my dreams.

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"She has turned out beautifully Mother," Clytie's voice said as I swam my way back to consciousness.

"Shh, you'll wake her you horny little vixen…" Deianira told the cherubic voice. Then she whispered to me, "If you wish to waken, that is up to you. For should you wish to remain in slumber I shall guard you with my life, my newest daughter and sister."

"Why do you call me daughter Deianira? Didn't I just make passionate love to you and your sisters last night?" I reasoned sleepily.

"Most certainly dear one. However once you entered our boudoir, your fate was sealed. You would never leave here with your manhood intact. My sisters and I are Sirens. You have heard of us, have you not?" Deianira asked sweetly, while stroking my head.

"Yes, those that hear the siren's song are doomed. They will be eaten by the lovely women who call to them," I dreamily told her.

"Well, yes and no. Yes those men, who hear our song, are doomed. Yes those men are eaten… sort of. However, we kill no one. We never have and we do not have the desire to. But alas we do hunger for what we do not have. We need maleness. We consume maleness. Which brings us back to you. You have been given a gift that we have not bestowed to one of your kind for over two thousand years. You have become one of us. Skyler is no more, yet the woman that the islanders expect to emerge today, does not exist either. You are now, Skye, Siren goddess of the winds."

I don't know why but I began to quietly weep for my loss. I did not know at the time, what I had gained in the bargain.

"That is all right daughter, weep for the loss of poor Skyler, but when you are done, celebrate the birth of the Siren Goddess, Skye," Deianira softly crooned to me while holding me and soothing my troubled psyche.

"My sisters and I have not found one as worthy to be a goddess of sex, until at long last we were given you to feed upon, not since lovely Clytie was initiated, over two thousand years ago," she held, soothed, and rocked me.

"Also, you must know this, no matter what the outcome of yesterday, you would have become a woman forever. However now, you have not only become female, but also nearly immortal. Remember my face when we made love? How old would you say that I am?" queried Deianira, never letting up on her soothing and petting.

"Twenty two, maybe twenty three years old," I guessed.

There was a peal of heavenly laughter, "Oh you are a dear! No, not even close. I am going to be, on my next birthday, 6,372 years old and little Clytie will be 3,197 years old. You are not even as old as some of my brassieres my dear."

"Will… will… will I have to wear brassieres now too?" I stammered, with my eyes closed still.

"Goodness gracious, no. You may wear whatever makes you comfortable. However you may discover, with a rack the size of the one we have given you, that you will want to wear one. Oh what a glorious time we now live in. Before brassieres we had to make do with binding our breasts to keep them in control, now we are free to move like any other woman can. Of course our sizes of bra are not quite 'off the rack' so we have ours custom made for us by some of the women in the village," Deianira informed me.

"I hope you will not be angry with us for what we did to you, we cannot help it. It is the nature of us, as you yourself will soon see," she promised. "Now, if you have any questions, I will be more than happy to answer them."

"Why did Nick and Carmella do this to me?" I moaned.

"I suspect that you were chosen since you have no family ties and that the islanders had learned of your sexual appetite. They have for a long time been importing our meals for us. They run out of local boys so fast these days," Deianira told me as she held me tightly. "You see, my sister, long and long ago, Odysseus made a pact with we sirens. The people of the island of Lesvos would care for us forever. They would supply the Sirens with what we need and protect us from the rest of the world."

"We need only do what we do naturally, although Odysseus would arrange for us to be transported to a rich feeding ground, and once we had finish our feasting, we were to return to this island to be treated like goddesses for the rest of our days," Deianira informed me, still stroking my face and hair, "We had not counted on loosing our dear sister."

"My new sister, what would you like, now that you, like us, are nearly immortal?" Deianira prompted, her succulent lips right next to my ear.

"I am not sure, Deianira, I have a hunger that never before, have I felt. I have a need that wants fulfillment. However, in my mind I desire revenge most of all," I admitted.

"If you can sate your hunger and get revenge at the same time, will this bring peace to your heart so that you may revel in your new life with us my sister?" Deianira asked, with an unusually serious tone to her song.

"I think that I am beginning to enjoy it when you call me sister Deianira. If you can do as you say, I believe it would be a good start towards my heart being at peace," I admitted to my Mother, my Sister, Deianira.

"Then so it shall be. You my sister are a Siren, just as we are. When you are sought out, to be released by your tormentors, do not speak. They are Wiley and will recognize your song as that of a siren and may escape you. Your captor, Nicholas promised to fill you in on what was happening to you in full, later today. Go with him, smile, nod, and act distraught over what was done to you. He will believe that you are just an ordinary girl. We have not birthed any other Siren for longer than their memories."

"Carmella, one of our former victims, seemed quite upset with how Nicholas treated you my dear. Another reason for you to be worthy of your, and our, revenge. Our beneficiaries have become complacent. They no longer understand the power of the Sirens. You will be our wakeup call."

"What… what do I do then?" I sang back to her.

"Fuck him till she squeals in a high sissy voice. Feed upon his maleness until nothing is left. That is what we, you included, do," she kissed me gently on my pouty lips.

"I will never be able to leave this place after that, will I?" I asked worriedly.

"Whatever gave you that idea my dear?" Deianira asked me with a bemused smirk on her lips.

"Your deal with Odysseus," I answered naively.

"Our deal was that we would not feed outside of these walls. There is nothing confining us here. We play in the water, we tan on the beach, and we dine in town whenever the mood suits us. We even travel to far off lands at times," she informed me so sweetly that I shuddered in near orgasmic bliss.

"Sleep now my sister, your tormentor will awaken you soon," she told me, as I oh so trustingly fell into a deep sleep.

"Skyler? Wake up! You must come with me now. We cannot stay in this room for more than a few moments together," Nicholas told me, as I awakened.

I nodded and then stood on my oddly shaped legs and hips. Sister Deianira already had told me what had happened to me, so I rose to my impressive full height of 4' 9" and followed Nicholas into the debriefing room.

Little did he know that it would be he, who would be sans briefs when I was through!

"I know that you have been through an extreme ordeal Skyler. I am sorry to have had to put you through this but we Lesvosians must do as our ancestors promised. We are prepared to help you re-assimilate into society. Carmella will assist you in any way that she can. I too will help you if I can…"

I could see Nicholas almost drooling. It must be usual for the newly transformed to desire sex, and I could see that Nick expected that I would want him. I could see that Nick had banged most of the new girls soon after their transformation. This pig would be a pleasure to take down.

I did not speak, as I was warned by my sister not to. It was evident that Nick expected to have sex with the newly transformed so there was no real need to speak.

I acted demurely, even shyly at first. I allowed him to stroke my thigh, caress my huge breasts and I moaned in appreciation each and every time.

When he slipped his hand beneath my skirt and cupped my vulva, my shudder of anticipation was not faked in any way. I was looking forward to this, much more than Nick could ever believe.

I had a drooling twat that was literally running down my thighs. I let him bring me to uncontrollable heights and then allowed my body to respond, as it wanted. Which meant that I was reaching for his cock and trying to slip my soft swollen lips around his tool. Once I had him in my mouth, with my finger thrust firmly up his anus, I said in my singsong new voice, "Nicky, you are going to be so pretty…" an instant before he ejaculated his full load into my eagerly awaiting mouth.

"You love me and wouldn't leave me until I am satisfied, would you Nick?" I crooned in my Sirens voice.

"I will stay and make love to you as long as I can last, I promise my lovely goddess," Nick answered, now fully within my Siren's trance.

"Fuck me Nick. I need it so bad. Fill me with your cock and make me feel like a woman," I moaned, directing him towards his doom, with a smile and a series of girlish moans.

I was almost shocked at how much my body yearned for his seed, but much more than his seed was taken, I drained his maleness. I could feel my vaginal muscles milk him of all he had and much more, I slurped his 'he', as he was in the throws of bliss.

I could see it leaving him and entering me to be consumed and to energize my very being.

His maleness withered under my ministrations. The less of a man he became, the more my hunger was sated.

When at last there was no more to feed upon, I grew disinterested in the small, overly busty feminine shell, which was left.

Nick moaned and fainted dead away when I had sated myself upon him. He lasted only two orgasms and fainted like the sissy, he now would be for the rest of her days.

I lay next to Nicki, waiting for her to come around, and reflected upon how I had gotten to this place, forever to be a Siren, to live life yearning to consume the maleness from men.

I also reflected upon Nicki's new destiny as a sexual creature, defined by modern conventions, and encouraged by wireless communications. Forever would she be not only the weaker sex, but the weaker species as well. A Lesser class being in society, however in control of how much sex she would submit to and thereby achieve her position in this life.

When Nicki finally approached consciousness, she found Deianira and I laying with her in our feminine cum soaked bed, "What? YOU! What did you do to me? This isn't possible! You aren't a Siren! You can't be one of them. There are only seven, as it has been for thousands of years…" Nicki broke down and began weeping into her hands.

"Ah Nicki, you have been taking advantage of your position for many years now. Our sister, who was taken from us may thousands of years ago, has now finally been replaced with this worthy. Of course one thing you do not know is that we Sirens reproduce when we feel someone is worthy to be one of us. You have been sending us below par food for many years, thinking we would not notice. You are not aware however that our contract with the Lesvosians only requires you to provide a certain quantity of men per year. We are not required to limit our feeding to what you provide, we are not confined here, and we may take whomever and whatever we need."

"New Sirens need to have their very own male. They cannot share with their sisters, for their first need is so great. You were the perfect choice. A male who took advantage of the vulnerability of new women, one who cheats on his mate, who was herself one of our victims, and one who had grown so confidant that he would make the mistakes, you made."

I nodded my head in full agreement. That Dick Head even deprived me of my vacation, which is the only compensations that the locals provide for their future victims, other than the fact that they offer to help them acclimate after they loose their manhood.

"Just because we must feed on and deprive men of their manliness, doesn't mean that we do not feel compassion for them. Every one of us, at one time were males ourselves (That bit surprised even me.). We are what we are, and we have had thousands of years to come to accept ourselves as we are, you however, seem to revel in the misfortunes of those we must feed upon, so now you will join them," Deianira informed him as though pronouncing sentence upon him… err… her.

"You are free to leave now Nicki. It will be up to your loving wife as to what shall become of you. I think however, since your guards are anxiously awaiting a submissive new plaything to abuse that you will be taking Skye's place on this occasion. On your way out, please send in Carmella," Deianira dismissed the newly minted woman with a look that could command obedience from any drill sergeant.

Head down, and fearful of her uncertain fate, Nicki marched to the exit, still exhibiting a very masculine walk as she went.

"Did you really only made me a siren, so that Nick would become a woman?" I hesitantly asked Deianira, ready with a lower lip quiver if she did not want to answer.

"Fuck NO! You earned the right to be one of us Dearie," Deianira, enthused. "Even taking in consideration that you were heavily drugged with Viagra, your stamina with the sisters was most appreciated. You earned a place with us."

I blushed up a storm, listening to her.

"Now, do you want to go out on the town and party with us, or do you just want to stay in tonight and have wild lesbian sex with your sisters?" she giggled as she asked, already knowing what a newly minted siren would want to do.

"I think that getting to know my sisters and learning a little about myself would be my choice tonight, however tomorrow is another story entirely," I admitted, while still unconsciously groping myself, all over my new girly body.

"I can see that for the next fifty years or so, the male population should be afraid… they should be very afraid…" Deianira informed me with a silly grin on her face.

"Not of lil' old me…" I innocently replied. "I am full to the top for now. How long will I be able to go without feeding again, do you think?"

"It varies with new sirens, but I think you can easily last another two weeks if need be," Deianira answered as she leaned closer and began caressing my new pair of girls. "Although we tend to stay hungry for sex, pretty much all of the time, especially with beautiful sirens."

"I will still have sex with women, like before? How…?" I was still having trouble dealing with the fact that I am not only a woman now, but also a siren, a creature that feeds on maleness.

"Sisters? Skye here can't figure out how sirens can fuck other sirens, can you come back in the rumpus room and demonstrate on her lovely, quivering girl flesh?" Deianira devilishly called out.

"I think that we can handle that little job, my sister," Clytie eagerly offered as she and her sisters strolled into the bedroom, dressed in extremely sexy lingerie.

"My word, I love dark blue brassieres, especially in your sizes, dear sisters!" I marveled, "I sure hope you have some in my size?"

"Not likely, Dearie, nobody has these in your size. We have an order in with our seamstresses as we speak," Malinda promised as she approached my girls, a little drool escaping her luscious lips. Malinda began tracing circles around my areoles with a finely manicured fingernail…

"These can be so much fun for a girl, especially if you have a three thousand year old lesbian to show you how to work them…" she teased as I felt my nipple scrunch up so tight that it hurt, but it wasn't like when I was male… it was like a fist size nipple knotted up at the end of my big wiggly boobs, and they were no longer stationary, like I used to be able to rely on. They now could travel a foot or better in different directions. The other Sirens seemed to know how this new sensation would be for me and dearly loved seeing how far apart they could take my nipples, while sucking or twiddling them.

I had been so caught up in what was happening with my chest that I had all but forgotten my slippery vulva, but my sisters hadn't. One started in of the alphabet on my un-hooded clit, while another was stroking her finger in and out of my vagina.

God if that doesn't feel weird to someone who was a guy just yesterday!

My mind was molested with unbelievable sensations, which seemed to come from everywhere. My toes were tongued, my thighs were stroked my tummy was tickled, my arms were caressed, and my hands were filled to overflowing.

Then it happened! One of those darling girls stuffed me full of dildo! It was big enough around to stretch me to my fill line, but not to the point of pain.

Little Clytie positioned herself, crouching over my face, offering up her beautiful vulva to my untiring tongue. I was learning a lot at my other end, so I endeavored to mimic what was being done to me. I soon had my hair sticky and a face full of cum as a reward for my efforts, but not until after I screamed my own orgasm loudly into her vagina.

I must have been tired from everything because it was the next day when I was conscious again.

I soon discovered that one of the girls was with me at all times. I have to give them credit, they were so natural about being there that I didn't think anything of it until after I had been primped, perfumed and powdered.

It just happened to be Clytie who was with me at the time it dawned on me, "Hey are you babysitting me? I mean it seems like I have not been left alone since I've been here."

"Um… Okay, you caught us. We didn't want you to become… We wanted to make sure that you… Um… It takes time to accept what has happened to you. We can't take the chance that you will do something rash," she grabbed my hand and held it between hers. "Being one of us can be very fulfilling, but there is an adjustment period. You have not had time to really come to grips with it. We are just taking care of our sister. You don't mind do you?" she asked with her lovely voice.

"So if I start screaming and try to jump from the window, you are here to stop me?" I asked her, in my new nearly as beautiful voice, only half kidding.

"I am bigger than you, but I hope you don't try that, it will probably ruin our manicures," she playfully replied.

I hadn't really thought too much about how little I am now. I could be harmed by almost anybody. "Oh my god! I… I… I'm a little girl now. I can hardly lift a small watermelon how can I defend myself? OH GOD! I can be raped now too!" I was beginning to freak out. I was never a really big or strong man, but I could take care of myself pretty well, but now, I wouldn't be able to even run away. My short sexy girl legs wouldn't propel me fast enough to escape even the slowest man.

Clytie let out a whistle that I expected to break every glass in the room and then quickly stepped in to hug me tightly, "Skye, don't worry. Hush girl. We can take care of you. You may not believe this but it is far more dangerous for a rapist to try to take you, than it would be for you. If he even kissed you he would wind up pissing sitting down for the rest of his days honey."

That didn't help too much though, "But even most women are stronger than I am. What if some bitch tries to hurt me?"

"We will teach you how to take care of your pretty new person, honestly. Your voice can be a fierce weapon when you learn to use it dear. You will find that you are much faster and stronger than you think too. Sirens are not exactly like regular 'girls'. You have been accepted into a really special 'club' hon.," Clytie soothed, stroking my strawberry blonde hair.

Just as she finished, into the room trotted all of my other sisters, who immediately surrounded me in a group hug.

Deianira took charge as usual and told me, "Don't fret Skye, we can start training you anytime you feel up to it. What we have to teach you is going to be very foreign to you old nature, but should become normal for you quickly. As a woman you will learn to respond to difficulties with finesse and style rather than with brute force."

"Sure sis, it will be fun! You just relax and we can show you the ropes," sister Rena offered. "Being one of us, you get to have 'super powers'," she giggled like the flapping wings of a hundred fairies.

"Well one of them I know, we can use our voices to entrance men," I admitted, having been shown that little trick so I could use it on Nick.

"Well that is one of them. You can also use your voice to stun anyone, except for another Siren. It can also break quite a few things, so be careful around the house dear," Diona instructed. "This is the sound for stun." She then let out a high-pitched sound that I figured would have every dog for miles howling.

"Does that really work," I asked suspiciously. We were all fine, but then she said it wouldn't work on sirens.

Deianira was a good leader and told Diona, "Go ahead, show her."

Diona marched over to the door I had come through, what seamed a lifetime ago, opened it, and screeched at the guard standing there.

He folded up like he had been hit in the back of the head by a baseball bat.

"Wow! That is cool! Can I do that?" I was sounding so girly I made myself blush six shades of crimson.

"Dear, sirens have perfect pitch. You will find that you can reproduce almost any sound you hear. Yes, you can do that. However, before we show you the shatter, we will have to be far away from our city home," Deianira told me with a hug, "and don't you feel ashamed of sounding girly! You are a girl. You sound like a girl. You dress like a girl, so go ahead act like a girl. In fact, if I see you acting manly in any way, I will paddle your oh, so soft bottom."

"Now that you mention it… um… is it supposed to be this BIG? I mean it feels like a third of my body is butt!" I complained, softly rubbing my little hands over the expanse.

They all giggled at me.

Deianira explained, "It just feels that way hon.. Your butt is lovely. Well shaped and it hangs perfectly off your wide womanly hips."

"Yes, about that wide part… I can't get my knees to touch when I hold my legs together. What's with that?" I whined.

"With your wide hips and thin legs honey, your knees are not going to touch in the middle. That is not only normal, but actually kind of hot," Giselle added, although she licked her lips suggestively.

I don't know why, but that made me feel really steamy down between my thighs.

"I guess I never really noticed that about some girls. Is there anything else I should know about?" I knew that they could be at this for weeks, but we might as well get started.

"Dimples," suggested Malinda.

"Oh, yes. You have a pair of really cute dimples above your butt now that you didn't have before. You might not have noticed them for a while without a couple of mirrors," Deianira told me placing her hand warmly on those previously mentioned dimples.

"What about the nectar?" I asked, "You girls were feeding me some kind of nectar while we were screwing."

"Oh, that is just sort of like saliva that we produce when making love to a male, it sort of acts like Viagra. You have to be careful with it though. It speeds up the final transformation, and kind of makes the new girl… more," Basilia informed me, blushing a bit like she had been telling tales out of school.

"We never all give nectar to the victim, unless she is going to become one of us. It helps to be sort of hyper feminine," Deianira told me, then went on with, "it makes men even more unable to break our spell."

"So these," I hefted my new girls up with my little girl hands, "are because of all the nectar you girls fed me?"

"Them and more," Deianira admitted, "you will give off loads of pheromones. Your hips, feet, your whole shape has become overly endowed. You are a fantasy woman now."

"Great, my super powers consist of being too sexy to resist," I shook my head in wonder.

"Partly, you are also nearly immortal. Should you become injured, you will regenerate to what you are now. Pretty much any injury except being incinerated," Rena chimed in with a shudder of remembrance.

"That is what happened to Semele?" I presumed.

"Yes dear, she was trapped in a building and the local women set it on fire," Deianira admitted sadly. "We were too late to save her. We were not too late to make those women pay for what they had done though."

"What… What can we do against women? They are immune to our song, aren't they?"

"Yes Skye, they are. They are not immune to having their bones shattered by a pissed off siren," Deianira explained with an odd mixture of remorse and vehemence. "We went insane for a brief period back then… The screams…" she couldn't finish what she was saying.

It was our turn to comfort Deianira. We all hugged her until she begged us to get off of her.

"Hey, this is Skye's training here, not foreplay!" she insisted as she gently convinced us to let her go.

"That is some dangerous power," I admitted wide-eyed and deadly serious.

"Yes, it can be very devastating. But you will not hold it nearly as long as it takes to do that kind of damage. You will learn how to direct it and control it so that maybe only a leg or arm is broken, not long enough to shatter all of the bones," she was pale as she warned me.

The vivid image of a person with every bone in their body shattered came into my head and made me shudder. I am certain that my image could be nowhere near the frightening reality of it.

"Well a few minutes ago I was afraid for myself… now I am almost afraid of myself," I am certain that I am quite pale at this point. I'm just glad I am sitting down.

"Oh little one, you are too sweet to have to worry about that. Times are different now. I can't ever foresee why you would need to do anything that devastating," Deianira assure me with a big hug.

"So, what to we sirens do for fun, other than screw each others brains out," I tried to lighten the mood.

"Well, one fun thing we have started doing is traveling to places on vacation that have a high incidence of rape. We have been dishing out our own brand of vigilante justice. We were going to head off to Reno, Nevada next week but we can put it off until your are more comfortable with who you are," Clytie admitted with just a touch of disappointment to her voice.

"I thing I will be able to visit Reno by next week, don't you? It's not like getting raped will be anything but fun for us, and a nightmare for the rapists," I was getting into the spirit of their games.

"That's the spirit Skye! We can kick ass and give names," Rena commented.

I figured that she had gotten the phrase wrong so I blurted, "You mean kick ass and take names, don't you?"

The all laugh in a chorus of angels.

Deianira explained, "No, she meant kick ass and give names. We kick their asses and then make them girls, so when they awaken, we give then new girl names."

"Yes, we are getting pretty good at it too. We think up really slutty stripper names to give them, so when they are really new and pliable they imprint on the names and can't use anything else," Giselle said with a slightly evil sounding snicker.

"Does that work?" I asked astounded.

"Um… Skye, what was your name before?" Clytie asked with a little vixen look to her.

"My name was Skye… I mean my name was Skye… Hey! Why can't I say it?"

"Deianira gave you the name Skye when you awakened. Even though your name was very close to what she gave you, you can't refer to yourself as anything but your new name. Oh, and you cannot say that you were not a girl before, so don't try," Clytie informed me sternly.

"Wow rapists stuck as women with hooker names… No judge on earth could pass a more appropriate sentence than that!" I said with great admiration, "Not to mention that they bring lunch too!"

"You got it sister," Clytie and the rest group hugged me, but then it devolved into a group grope, and on down to some damn serious lesbian sex!

So that is my story. You won't believe it, no one would. With the exception of maybe Dolly Barbie, Sally Udders, Molly Moons, and a whole bevy of other ex-rapists…

The End

 

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