George and the Debt Pt. 03

Pager Update : George has started his treatments. And his daughter Chrissy has been giving a blowjob to the College Dean. Debs is looking forward to the return of Anton, she is excited by the sex he offers. : Update Ends

After Chrissy had gone George pottered around for a bit and then left the house for his appointment. It was a location he'd never been to before. Buying the sort of sex toys and lingerie that a place of that type sold had never been on his radar.

Debs could hardly contain her excitement at the prospect of Anton returning. She drew a bath and, while that was pouring, got out the items she'd bought a couple of days ago. Today, she'd decided, she was going to wow Anton with her little black dress. She'd tested it out, it still fitted her even though she'd not worn it for years. But there was a problem. None of her underwear matched it. To be honest most of her underwear was boring. So, she'd made a trip to town and returned with the items she now laid out on the bed.

There was a half cup bra in lacy black material. It extended up as far as her nipples and showed half her aureolas. But, she discovered by experimentation, with a bit of a shrug of her shoulders her nipples lifted out of the cups to show just above the lace in what she hoped was a very sexy display.

Next there were black silk stockings, and a black lacy suspender belt to hold them up. Debs had never worn this style of stockings before and had needed to test them out. She'd put them on when George was busy in the kitchen and had walked around the bedroom swinging her hips.

And finally there was a pair of sheer silk knickers. These were Debs' favourite item, very see-through, very lacy, very much designed to draw the eye to what they barely concealed.

Bath over she dressed and waited in anticipation of an afternoon worshipping the cock of her new boss. When the doorbell went she almost ran to the door and dragged it open. Anton was stood there with both his bodyguard and his chauffeur.

"Craig needs your loo," Anton explained, and Debs gave the chauffeur directions. Then she retreated to the kitchen to make drinks. When she returned to the lounge with a coffee for Anton and an Earl Grey tea for Geoff she found Craig sat on the sofa.

"Craig is on a detox thing," said Anton. "He's cutting out the caffeine. A juice, or a glass of water if you don't have that, please."

So back to the kitchen went Debs. Luckily she had some freshly squeezed orange juice, so she poured a glass of that. If she'd been asked to say what Anton's 'heavies' drank, then tea and orange juice would have been the last thing she would have suggested. More like vodka, schnapps or whisky! But perhaps he gave instructions that they were all to keep their wits about them when guarding him.

When she returned to the lounge Anton indicated she should sit on the sofa between Craig and Geoff. The gap was quite small, they were big guys, and Debs had to squeeze between their strong thighs. She managed it, with a bit of wriggling, and watched Anton as he opened a leather bag he'd brought with him. It looked like a camera case and proved to be just that. Anton removed from the bag a very small, but rather professional-looking, video camera. It has a logo on the side that read 4K which she knew meant it made good quality video. Anton chatted away in an inconsequential manner as he delved in smaller pockets in the bag to find and insert a memory card, and add a small microphone to the top of the camera. Then he tested it, panning it around to film the room, ending the sweep looking straight at Debs. He turned it off then glanced at Debs.

"Help me test this, will you lass?" he asked. "Answer some questions for me."

Debs nodded, feeling rather exposed. After that boyfriend had described her body as looking like 'a cherry impaled on a cocktail stick' she'd avoided revealing photographs if possible. But Anton had asked so she'd better comply. She watched as Anton started the camera again.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Er... Deborah," she replied, flustered into using her Sunday name. Only her mother used her full name. "But I prefer Debs or Debbie."

"And who do you work for?"

"I work for you, Anton," she answered, glad the questions were easy. No Mastermind stuff here.

"And what did you hope for this afternoon, Debbie?"

Debs thought for a moment then decided she might as well be honest, replying, "I was hoping you would take me to bed, Anton, and give me a damn good fucking."

The words, when they came out, were a bit more raunchy than she had intended, but the sentiment was accurate. She smiled at Anton.

"And what are the rules of your employment, Debbie?" he asked.

"Er... that I do what you tell me to do?"

"Exactly," replied Anton, with a grin. "OK Debbie, now remember. A new rule for you. Any man that touches you here in your home, must be allowed to do anything he wants. Got that?"

"Ah... yes master... I understand." Debbie thought adding master was quite clever. She hoped it appealed to Anton's ego.

"Right guys," said Anton. "You may take her now!"

Craig and Geoff took one of Debbie's hands each and, in that instant, she realised that they had touched her. She was now obliged to do whatever they wanted. Her hands were placed on their crotches and she could feel her fate hardening rapidly under her fingers. She gasped with alarm. She wasn't going to get to take Anton to bed. Well she might, but it looked as if these men would be fucking her first.

Craig and Geoff stood up and dragged her to her feet. She was squashed between them, strong arms holding her, unable to escape.

George walked to Red Erotic Fashions remembering that the last time he went to the clinic he felt a bit woozy afterwards. Best to walk there and use public transport on the way back, he thought. The shop frontage was decorated in scarlet and gold and featured a lot of very risqué garments in the windows. George entered and a tall shop assistant dressed in an elegant electric blue evening gown approached.

"I'm George," said George. "Anton sent me, but I'm not sure why. Is there some work you need me to do?"

"I'm Toni," said the soft spoken assistant. "We were expecting you. Please come through to our fitting room."

The assistant turned elegantly on her high heels and led the way. George followed. The fitting room was equipped with lots of hooks for hanging up garments, several full-length mirrors, and a long bench along one wall. The bench reminded George of the gymnasium at school and he shuddered, remembering many a time when he'd been teased or bullied. But Toni didn't seem the bullying kind and she quickly put him at ease.

The next fifteen minutes was spent being measured. It was like being fitted for a suit but hat size, shoe size, and other more obscure measurements were included. Toni wrote it all down on a clipboard. It was pleasant and George hoped he'd get some clue about the work Anton wanted him to do. Toni was gentle, chatty, but not very forthcoming about the job that Anton had got lined up for him.

"Is this for my work clothes?" George asked eventually, unable to stand the lack of information any longer.

"You could say that," replied Toni. "Anton wants you to have a completely new wardrobe, something much more suitable to your work. I've taken your measurements and we'll get something to you in a few days. I've booked you for another fitting session in three months, just in case some of these measurements have changed."

I'm not a teenager, George thought, it's unlikely any of my vital statistics will change in three months.

"Now," said Toni. "I need you naked for the next bit. You can hang your clothes over there. I'll be back in a minute or two."

George obediently took off his clothes and sat on the long bench, acutely aware that all he was now wearing was a cock lock. And waited. After about five minutes the assistant returned carrying five rather anonymous boxes.

"Sorry about that," she said. "Took ages to find the pink in your size. My, you are beautiful."

George felt embarrassed. Beautiful was the last word he would have applied to himself.

"Oh sorry," said Toni. "I've embarrassed you. Tell you what I'll slip off this dress, then we will both be dishabille."

You getting naked too, George thought, isn't going to make me feel much better. But there was nothing for it but to watch as Toni elegantly undid her dress and it slithered to the floor. She picked it up and hung it on a nearby hook. Under the dress she was wearing a black silk bra and knickers. Her small, conical, breasts pushed against the soft bra and her nipples could be clearly seen pressing hard against the material. Something was also pressing against her knickers and, to George's surprise, he realised it was a semi-erect penis. Toni wasn't quite what she seemed to be.

"Okay George," the semi-naked assistant said, leaving George wondering exactly what term he should use to refer to this person. He racked his brains and decided 'she'. After all that was the impression Toni gave to anyone who visited the shop, that they were female.

Toni continued, "Anton wants you to change your nightclothes first. All those flannelette and cotton pyjamas are to be donated to the local charity shop. And, from now on, you'll only wear these."

'These' turned out to be baby-doll negligees. In a variety of pastel colours. Most had faux fur trim around the neck and arm holes, and a couple had fur trim around the hem as well. And they were all sheer enough to allow an observer to see his body. Toni selected one, the pink she'd had such trouble finding, and dressed George. Matching silk knickers apparently completed the look and Toni waved the tiny scrap of cloth at George.

"The knickers are optional," said Toni. "But they do feel good. Pure silk, you see."

George sat down and put them on and had to agree they were very nice against his skin. But the hairs around his crotch were beginning to regrow after one week. Stubble caught against the silk. Toni noticed and, in a swift well-practised action, slipped his own off knickers off. George found himself facing Toni's cock which seemed to have grown over the last few minutes.

"Feel," said Toni, pulling George's hand and pulling it forward until it was stroking Toni's scrotum. "It's important to be smooth or the silk gets caught in the stubble. But I think Anton's going to give you the long term treatment. You'll be fine."

Toni's cock, balls and thighs showed no signs of stubble and George had to agree that the smooth flesh felt quite good. Toni smiled at him and continued, saying, "There's a final couple of measurements Anton wants. Can you stand up please?"

George complied, still wearing the negligee, and Toni proceeded to remove the cock lock, then measured the length and girth of George's flaccid cock.

"Getting the flaccid dimensions is so we can make sure anything you wear is comfortable around the crotch," Toni explained. "But Anton also wants your fully erect measurements as well."

"Oh," replied George. "I'm sorry, but my wife's not with me at the moment. And anyway it's not Saturday."

"We don't need your wife," grinned Toni. "I can be your wife."

She proceeded to push up against George, rubbing her little breasts against his chest. George could feel the hard nipples through the silk bra and the sheer material of the negligee. He felt an ache in his own nipples. He reminded himself to mention this symptom to the staff at the clinic. Ever since he'd had those detoxing injections his nipples had been ultra sensitive, and he was convinced that they were swollen.

Toni's gyrations brought her erect cock up against George's abdomen and he felt very strange. His own cock was responding, something he thought wasn't going to happen in a million years. Toni smiled and kissed George who, after the first reaction - which was to pull away - let it happen. Then he could feel Toni's fingers on his cock.

"Ooooh lovely," said Toni quietly into George's ear. "I must just take a look."

And Toni dropped to her knees in front of George lifting the hem of the baby-doll nightdress. Putting both hands onto his cock she starting to fondle it. George tensed, then accepted the touch which he had to admit was rather nice. And his cock was beginning to respond too, to stiffen. But Toni was a man. How could this be happening? It was like when Anton's heavy took hold of his cock. It responded then too. He looked down at Toni and she glanced up at him, her eyes full of warmth, and with a big broad smile on her face.

"Am I not pretty?" she asked. "Please let me get you hard. I must get that measurement for Anton or I'll lose this job."

George wanted to help but his cock wasn't entirely playing ball, he needed more stimulation if he was going to get fully erect. Luckily Toni seemed delighted to provide it.

"Yes... you're pretty Toni," George said. "Be my wife. Make me hard."

George got a blow job at Christmas and on his birthday, if he hadn't blotted his copybook with his gambling, and it was enjoyable. But what Toni gave him was above and beyond anything Debs had managed. Even better than the one the heavy had given him. Toni was clearly very practised at the art and very soon George was standing with an erection that was harder than anything he'd had for years.

Toni sat back on her haunches and smiled, her ruby lips shining with lipstick and saliva. Then she grabbed at the cloth tape measure and took the final two measurements, erect length and girth. Her job completed, she reached over and grabbed the cock lock, but there was a problem. With George still erect it wouldn't fit onto him.

"Er," said George, understanding that the device had to go back on. "We could always wait until I go down again."

"What's the fun in that?" grinned Toni. "Let's do something together... but only if you want... I'm not trying to push you into something you're not ready for."

George looked down at Toni smiling up at him. He liked her smile, it was shy, and gentle, and extended all the way to her eyes. A sign of genuine affection. He put his hand on her shoulder and replied, "What do you suggest?"

What Toni suggested was for the pair of them to sit on the long bench, facing each other, and very close together. Then they would wank each other. She found some lubricant from somewhere in the back of the shop and soon they were enjoying the sensations of hand on cock. As they stimulated each other Toni shuffled closer and closer to George until she had to push her thighs under his to get closer.

She rested her hand on George's arm, then stroked his cheek. George pushed his head into her hand. Then their cocks were touching and Toni changed her grip, bringing both hands into play, to encompass both her cock and George's. It was an astonishing feeling as Toni ran her fingers up and down both cocks at the same time. And she seemed to understand exactly when George was about to cum, holding off and allowing the arousal to fade a little before starting again.

"This is called edging," she said. "You'll be doing a lot of this."

George wondered why he would be doing a lot of this, and exactly what job Anton had lined up for him, but he couldn't deny it was very nice. Then there came the moment of orgasm, all the better for having been denied it, and both cocks were spurting their cum into the air. It splattered down and George laughed with delight.

"Aaaah... oh Toni... aaah aaah aaah aaaaaaah," he cried. "I never thought... I never realised... that... that... cock to cock could bring so much joy."

Ten minutes later George was on his way to the clinic. He was carrying a bag with the five different negligees and had been again fitted with the cock lock. And his mind was a tumble of emotions. On one side he had just had the best orgasm he'd had since the heavy brought him off. On the other side he'd been intimate with a man without the excuse of being tied to a chair. There was no doubt that Toni thought of herself as a woman, dressed as a woman, and - in many regards - looked like a woman. But she had the tackle of a man.

It was very confusing and George was struggling at the moment with what was happening to him. If he was honest to himself, in the middle of the mutual wank, he'd had a strong urge to ask Toni to give him anal sex. He'd said nothing, partly because he considered himself a straight guy, and straight guys didn't do that sort of thing; right? And secondly he'd not asked Toni because, if Toni thought of herself as a woman, she'd probably want to play the female part in any lovemaking.

As he approached the clinic his mind was still in turmoil as he daydreamed about Toni underneath a hunky man, gasping and whimpering with pleasure as she was fucked in the arse.

In the Dean's office Miss Forbes lunged at her boss, "No Rodger!" she cried, grabbing him by the shoulder before he could push into Chrissy's cunt. "Stop!! Anton's instructions were clear. You're allowed to get Chrissy to give you a blow job but no penetration. I can show you the email."

"But I want her," whined the Dean, like a child that has been denied an ice cream. "I want to see her face as I take her. I want to see how she reacts to hard sex. I want to see what she looks like when she cums! He'll never know... I'm sure he'll never know."

"But he might," replied Miss Forbes. "We can't take the chance. I love that cock of yours... I don't want you to lose it."

Anton knows my locker number, Chrissy thought, perhaps he does know what goes on in the Dean's Office. Then it occurred to her that Miss Forbes was actually suggesting the Dean might have his penis chopped off if he disobeyed orders. Was Anton really that evil?

"Remember the rules," said Miss Forbes, stroking the cock that she evidently liked so much. "Once Anton's had her she's fair game. Like all the other girls. Take the phone, get yourself some pics and some video, and I'll make her cum for you. And if you want to fuck her then you need to make her an offer. You can't expect the lass to do it for nothing if it's just us asking."

She pushed the Dean away and knelt between Chrissy's thighs, adjusting the young girl's position on the desk so that she could easily get her tongue into her crack. Then she lifted Chrissy's legs onto her shoulders. Chrissy felt a woman's lips on her private parts for the first time.

Miss Forbes ran her tongue up and down Chrissy's labial lips and briefly touched her clitoris. Chrissy tensed and then groaned. It was so much better than when she had touched herself. Then she gasped as the tongue swirled around, lapped, licked and gently probed her cunt.

"Ah... ah... ah," she moaned, closing her eyes and giving herself to this new experience, which seemed - to her - to be infinitely more preferable than having the Dean pounding his cock into her.

The Dean bent over Chrissy and started to take photographs of what was happening between her thighs. Then he put his mouth close to her ear and whispered, "You'll get a C in everything, but we can do better."

Chrissy had been relaxing with her eyes closed but opened them now.

"After Anton's had you, something you're going to love, then get in touch. If you come back here for a couple of hours some afternoon," said the Dean. "And do everything I ask of you, I'll make sure you get a B in all your subjects."

"Ah... oh God... that's lovely," replied Chrissy, referring to the lips and tongue delving ever deeper into her private parts. The Dean smiled and she realised that he thought she was talking about him. Encouraged, he continued.

"Or," he leered at her. "You can come to my home and spend an evening with Miss Forbes and I, doing exactly what we want, and I'll make sure it's an A in all your subjects."

Chrissy couldn't suppress a grin. A's in every subject would open up a lot of possibilities. She was hoping to get one or two from her own efforts but the prospect of guaranteed grades was very tempting. Her smile encouraged the Dean to his most outré suggestion.

"But if you then want to boost the A's to an A Star, a distinction," he whispered, his lips almost touching her ear. "You will agree to meet me, Miss Forbes, and some of the other tutors, at a hotel we book from time to time. An overnight stay with the five of us. We'll give you the time of your life. Four experienced mature men giving you more pleasure than you've ever had. And Miss Forbes giving you what you're geting right now. I'll lay odds you've only had clumsy teenagers up until now."

Chrissy's grin turned to an expression of shock. This sounded like a gangbang.

"Don't knock it until you've tried it," whispered the Dean. "When Anton's fucked you then you'll understand what a mature man is capable of." It was clear he had a very high opinion of Anton's sexual prowess. And he believed he and his friends could do equally well. Chrissy wondered if Miss Forbes would try to keep order as four men all tried to get as much pleasure from her as they could in the time available, or would she egg them on?

"Look," he said, opening the laptop, and pressing a key to restart the porn movie. "This is what you can look forward to." Then he turned it around on the desk and slid it close so that Chrissy was staring at the Dean, fucking a student she thought she recognised from her year. It was hard to take her eyes off the sight of the Dean's cock pounding the girl. The student looked conflicted, she was clearly getting wonderful sensations from the sex, but she was also obviously disgusted with the old man delivering it. Then, on the screen, the girl was cumming, and the Dean was roaring and Chrissy was cumming too.

"Oh! Shiiit! Aaargh!!" Chrissy screamed. The girl from the video could be heard as she shouted out 'Fuck! Yes! Bloody Hell! That's good... so good! Thank you Dean for improving my grades.'

"That could be you, Chrissy," whispered the Dean in her ear, holding Chrissy's head so she was watching the screen through the entirety of her orgasm. "Just tell Miss Forbes when you're ready to 'improve your grades'."

Debs was standing between Craig and Geoff. Suddenly Geoff grabbed both her arms, pulling her back against his body. Craig took a step back and, making sure she watched, removed his clothes piling them to one side out of the way. Debs watched as he stripped, then nervously glanced around to see that Anton had not turned the camera off. A little red light indicated it was recording. She looked away, conscious her fear had just been captured in perpetuity and found herself looking at Craig's naked body. He was a large man. Not fat or flabby but tall and broad with the physique of a bodybuilder. His hair was cut short to facilitate wearing his chauffeur's hat, which was the only item of clothing he now had on. It made him look like one of those male strippers, the type that went a long way beyond just stripping. As if to emphasize this fact his large cock was bulging out, curving towards the floor like a giant purple banana. The downward curve suggested that it was only half erect.

Geoff pushed her at Craig and she was again held by two strong hands. Craig turned her around so she faced away from him and pulled her close. She could feel his stiffening cock through the thin material of her dress. Now Geoff was undressing and, if anything, he was bigger than Craig. His chest was massively muscled and he had powerful thighs. His cock was thick and stubby but slowly growing, lengthening before her eyes. He too was wearing a single garment but in his case it wasn't a hat, but a network of black leather straps across his chest that made him look like a Roman gladiator. The only purpose to the straps seemed to be to emphasise his gladitorial appearance.

Geoff and Craig held her between them and, in what seemed to Debs to be well practised moves, unzipped and removed her dress. Then Craig pulled her knickers down. Geoff went to remove her bra, his fingers trying to undo the fasteners, but a hand signal from Anton indicated something different. Geoff stopped, then lifted Debs' breasts out from the cups, leaving them fully exposed but framed underneath by black lace. Craig then reached around and grasped Debs' breasts and squeezed them, gently, allowing her nipples to slip between his fingers for extra stimulation. Geoff went for a more intimate touch, sliding his fingers into the gap between Debs' legs and cupping her cunt lips.

Then, suddenly, it all changed. From the slow, relaxed, display of her body to dramatic action. Craig swept the newspapers from the coffee table in front of the sofa and Geoff lifted Debs and placed her on her back where the reading matter had once been. Debs gave a squeal of alarm. Luckily the coffee table was a quality product, a piece of G-Plan vintage furniture, strong and durable, for it was about to be tested to its limits. It was a slender design, only as wide as Debs' hips, but long enough for her whole torso to lay there.

Her arms dangled over the sides and her legs were splayed out, feet touching the floor. Her head hung over the end and, as she struggled to hold it up, Craig took it in both hands. She was happy to have the weight lifted from her neck but then Craig's cock came into view. Fully erect now it tapped her cheek as he moved her head until her throat was horizontal and then presented it to her mouth. Anton's camera followed the movement.

Debs understood this was not to be a blow job. She would have little control. This was going to be Craig using her throat as if it were her cunt. A head fuck. She whimpered as the head of his cock came closer.

"Open wide," said Craig.

Debs could feel Geoff's fingers in her cunt, easing her open. It was, she felt, only moments before that hole would be filled as well. She tried to relax and opened her mouth as wide as she could manage and then she was penetrated at both ends.

"Aauuuuchh... glpppp... nggggg," she gurgled as two cocks pushed into her remorselessly. Driving hard until she was fully taken. Anton pulled back so the camera got the whole scene, two huge men with a slim, big hipped, housewife between them, her hands scrabbling at the floor, her feet performing a little tap dance of submission as she was filled with hard meat.

Craig held her head and Geoff her thighs as they paused for a moment so that Anton could move the camera around and view the coupling from different angles. Debs began to wonder when she would be allowed to breathe. Then both men started to thrust and, when Craig give her air, she found her voice.

"Naaah... oh bloody hell... that's too much... you're breaking me... oh please... slow down... it's too much... ayeeee," she screamed.

They didn't stop. Craig plunged into her mouth again and the protests became muted. Geoff added thumbs over her clitoris as he thrust harder and harder. Then there was a change as her body adjusted and pleasure outweighed discomfort. Now she was writhing in joy and willing them to keep going, to the degree that when they both pulled out she uttered a sob of disappointment. "Noooo... oooh... don't stop... give me it," she cried, the desperate plea recorded on Anton's camera for future generations to watch.

It was only the briefest of pauses. Craig and Geoff changed ends, and continued to pound her. Then Debs was cumming, her legs kicking out and her hands grasping at Geoff's torso, her nails digging in as her climax reduced her to a squirming mindless thing. The men were having difficulty holding her still on the smooth wood of the coffee table so the next phase was conducted on the sofa itself. The table was removed and Debs was sat up on the middle cushion, legs spread as wide as she could manage as each man took it in turns to kneel between her thighs and plunder her. Anton's camera focussed on her face, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, and - of course - the fat cock entering her. Sweat was pouring down Debs by now, making her breasts shiny, and her face was flushed. She looked the perfect slutty housewife. Not beautiful like a model, not over endowed like a porn star, but an amateur, a real woman, such as you might meet in the street, giving herself willingly to two studs.

But, Anton thought, she was beginning to look increasingly exhausted. On and on the men pounded, and it looked as if Debs was starting to panic.

"Okay guys," said Anton. "A short break is needed. Let's take her upstairs to the bedroom."

Back at college Chrissy's session with the Dean has just ended. She was back at her locker, dressed in her normal clothes and wondering what to do with the slutty schoolgirl costume. In the end putting it back in the locker seemed the best idea. If Anton wanted to reclaim it then he did know her number, and if she decided to take the Dean up on his offer of improved grades then he'd probably like it if she wore it again.

She turned away and nearly bumped into Abi.

"Oh hello," she said, wondering if the girl had seen her putting the clothes in her locker.

"I saw youse cummin fram the Dean," said Abi. "No problem... ah hope."

"Oh... no," Chrissy replied. "No problem. Fancy a coffee?"

Abi did and they had a very pleasant hour chatting firstly about college things and then they moved on to what they had been doing at the Mill Studio. Abi had taken the casting opportunity because her mother had suggested it, and it came with good money. Chrissy then admitted she was doing work to pay off her father's debts. Abi was very supportive, and after a chat about how Dad's sometimes messed up their daughter's lives, she made a suggestion.

"Ise goin home now," she said. "But ise gat sum stuff in mah room that cud halp."

Abi's address was on Chrissy's way home, so that seemed a good idea and the two teens set off. The house turned out to be a typical Damcaster terrace dwelling. Built in the late Victorian period for the up and coming middle classes it was tall, over four floors, and the rich coloured bricks and millstone grit stonework still oozed style. It had avoided the demolition frenzy of the fifties and now was more substantial than the cheap mono-block styles that had replaced many of these houses.

Abi's mother called a greeting from the kitchen.

"Isl brin you a hot toddy, Abi," she shouted. "Yur dad is entertainin' hard in us bedroom."

"Mak that two mum," replied Abi, prompting Gabrielle to peep around the door frame, and grin.

The stairs were steep and the teens had to pass the door to the parents bedroom before they could reach Abi's. There were a lot of sex sounds coming from the room. Abi looked at Chrissy and nodded her head at the door.

"Wanna luk?" she asked.

Chrissy recoiled, despite what had happened to her at the Mill, being a voyeur wasn't something she normally indulged. When her mum and dad made love on a Saturday night she had never been tempted to creep to their door and watch.

"Mi dad won mind," continued Abi. "And the gurl will be too busy to notice."

Chrissy nodded, and gulped, and Abi pushed the door open slowly. There was a bed, there was Abi's father, and there was a young girl. She was very thin, with small, loose breasts that flapped under her chest. He was kneeling up and had pulled her down into his crotch, her back to his chest. He had his hands around her waist and was moving her up and down on the biggest cock Chrissy had ever seen. The girl whimpered as he used just half of its length to fuck her, her eyes were tight shut and her face was that of a girl barely coping. Then she turned her head towards him and opened her eyes.

"Shit mister!" she said. "When your wife gave me the money she said you were very ordinary!"

"I'se ordinary," replied Abi's father. "I'se just as big as mah bruthers." He reached for his phone on the bedside table. "I can get them here if ya like. So you can see I'se not lying."

"God no!" the girl almost shouted it. "Not unless they are going to pay too. Some of me mates won't do blacks for this reason. Blacks think it's a family affair. Pay for one, but the girl gets all."

She turned back and, in that instant, made eye contact with Chrissy. There was mutual recognition. This was a streetwalker, a girl that Chrissy had passed several times in the summer when she was using the canal towpath to get into the middle of town. She was often to be found lurking along a quiet back road, near some crappy apartments. She was usually bored looking, she was always dressed like a slut, and sometimes she looked the worse for drink. When Chrissy had spotted her she was often leaning over a car, chatting to the man inside.

The girl opened her mouth even wider, as if she were about to speak, "I know you... yaaaaargh!"

By rising from his kneeling posture Abi's father had thrown her face down onto the bed. He continued the movement and ended up lying on top of her, crushing her lithe, skinny, body into the sheets. He pushed every inch of his cock into her and the girl screamed.

Chrissy gasped, "Oh God." Abi's father was now thrusting hard and she could see his thick, long, cock as it moved in and out of the girl. Chrissy had a strange feeling between her legs, an itch she'd never had before. It was as if her cunt was crying out to be filled by this man. She closed her eyes and turned away, joining Abi in her bedroom next door.

"He fuck gud," said Abi. "It might get loud."

Chrissy nodded and at that moment Abi's mother delivered two hot drinks. As the bedroom door opened the sounds from next door suddenly became louder, then faded a little again as she and Abi were left alone to drink and chat. The girl was screaming under Abi's father and his grunts were regular and persistent.

"Him need lots," said Abi. "Him do mum every night and before breakfast. But him need more, so him buy it, or bring women home."

Next door there was the unmistakable sounds of a girl cumming, loudly, and then Abi's dad talking. He seemed to be on a phone. A quick call then the grunting and screaming started again.

"Your mother said something," said Chrissy. "The other week. She said... you... and your dad..."

She couldn't finish the sentence. It was just too personal, but she had to know.

"Dat he fuk me?" replied Abi. "Whan we got no money den we all mus help."

So Abi let her father have sex with her to keep things happy in the family. She seemed quite relaxed about it, regarding it as a practical solution. Chrissy drank her hot drink, which was nice. Fruity with a spicy after taste, and Abi pulled out some printed sheets from a drawer in her bedside table. They turned out to be printouts from some sort of web site that gave advice to people wanting to get into the porn industry. Abi pushed all the sheets into Chrissy's hands.

"Give em back," she said. "Whan we meet at college. I don need em now. But you shud go soon."

"I'm happy," replied Chrissy. "I'm not in a rush if you want to talk."

"Dat not it," said her new friend. "Whan dad done wi' gurl he might cum in here for you."

"Oh," said Chrissy. She wasn't ready for someone like Abi's dad yet. Though, she thought, Anton might have different plans for her. She decided Abi was right, she'd best be going. But she didn't want to upset her new friend, so said, "Let's talk again Abi. And perhaps, one day, when I'm feeling brave, I'll help you out with your dad."

As she left the house she could still hear the streetwalker moaning and crying and, on the stairs down to the front door, she passed two black men on their way up. They were big men and she had to squeeze past their bulky bodies. They looked at her taking in her nipples showing through her T-shirt, and her slender form. Their looks were quite lustful but they didn't interfere with her. Probably, she thought, these were the brothers that Abi's dad was talking about. It looked like the girl, who was currently shouting for Abi's dad to cum inside her, was going to make that comparison of penis size after all.

In the hallway Chrissy shouted her thanks to Gabrielle and then made her way home.

George presented himself at reception as usual. The clinic was busy but special consideration seemed to be given to one of Anton's employees. Although George was beginning to have doubts about the work he was eventually to do there was no turning back now. He allowed himself to be taken to each of the workstations.

Again his hair was washed and trimmed, but this time his nails were painted once the manicure was finished. It was a pale pink, hard to differentiate from his normal nail colour but he was acutely aware that people might notice it and think him a sissy.

The massage was as thorough as ever and he groaned when the skilled fingers ran across his chest. For some reason he had become much more sensitive to touch in that part of his anatomy. Then, as before, the table was tilted but this time the assistant brought a strange baton along with the drip stand.

"Antitoxin in a minute," she said. "I just need to run this over you."

And she proceeded to switch the device on, then run it over George's body, starting with his chin. The device produced an electrical tickling sensation. And everywhere it touched hairs fell out.

"This will make you nice and smooth," said the assistant. "Should last at least a year."

Once he'd been depilated everywhere, except on the top of his head where the girl was very careful not to disturb his hairdo, she pressed a buzzer and the nurse came in to fit him with the drip. George took the opportunity to ask a question that he'd been holding back for days.

"My nipples," he said. "They feel very sensitive, and they seem swollen."

"Let me look," said the nurse, running her fingers over them and studying them closely. "They're fine. They've grown, that's all. It's to be expected. As your breasts grow your nipples will get larger and you can expect the aureoles to increase in size too."

"Sorry," said George. "Did you say my breasts are growing?"

"Oh," said the nurse. "Did Anton not tell you that's what would happen?"

"Er, no he didn't," replied George. Thinking back he was very sure that breast enlargement had not featured in any of his conversations with Anton.

"Oh... well I don't know if I should say any more," said the nurse, sounding nervous now.

"I'll not tell him if you don't," George assured her. "But I've got to know what's happening to me."

"Okay," the nurse took a deep breath. "Anton wants you feminized. He's got... clients... that love a girl with a cock. The treatments are to suppress the maleness in you and develop your more feminine side, without you losing your ability to get an erection." She stopped, looking at George warily, as if he might explode in anger. When he didn't she continued, "You're soon going to find men very attractive, you'll get an erection just seeing them, and you'll desire their attentions and want to please them. Then you can start work."

"Oh," said George, beginning to feel woozy with the stuff being pumped into him. "These changes, will they hurt?"

"No," said the nurse. "Completely painless."

George felt very relaxed and was not at all alarmed when a second nurse brought a machine into the room. It looked like something from a sci-fi movie, all tubes and flashing lights. His nurse swung it over the bench and pulled two hemispherical attachments down that she fitted over George's burgeoning breasts. There was a sensation of pulling and he could feel his nipples becoming very erect under the domes. The second nurse was doing something down by his testicles. Normally George was very sensitive about people feeling down there but today was clearly going to be an unusual day and he was too relaxed to care as the needles went in.

"That's the breast developer attached," said his nurse. "Now close your eyes... you need your beauty sleep."

Beauty sleep, George thought, how apt, as he fell asleep.

Back at home Debs was on her way up the stairs. She was over Craig's shoulder in a fireman's lift and heading for the master bedroom, whether she liked it or not. Geoff was leading the way and Anton followed, continuing to take video of the event. To anybody watching the footage it would be clear that the men had not finished with her yet.

Debs was feeling rather limp and, when she was thrown down onto the bed, she bounced and lay still, arms and legs spread eagled. She looked up at the men as they clambered onto the bed, and heard a creaking sound as it coped with the weight. Anton turned on the lights and pulled the half-drawn curtains back to maximise the illumination in the room. Then he moved in close to film Craig covering Debs. She was on her back and Craig knelt between her legs, then dragged her up his thighs and onto his cock. With her hips higher than her shoulders she sprawled in an ungainly pose looking up at this man whose physical presence was dominating her.

Geoff slobbered over her breasts, biting and chewing her nipples until she cried out in pain, then swung his legs over her chest and presented his cock to be sucked.

Debs groaned as she was penetrated again. She seemed to be on the edge of orgasm all the time now and had lost count of the number of occasions this afternoon that she'd gone over the top. Geoff's cock waved in front of her face and she opened wide as he nudged forward and then started to push in. He put his hands on the headboard to steady himself and made short, stabbing thrusts into her mouth, while grunting with pleasure. Craig pounded away and sparks burst in Debs' mind as she came, yet again. She could feel her toes curling and her thighs juddering with the contractions.

Anton was pleased. This was good material, he thought, well suited to the amateur market. He knew he could rely on Craig and Geoff to perform but he'd not been entirely convinced that Debs would look good through the lens. Some women just didn't respond enough. They were too quiet, or paralysed with fear, or clumsy and inept. For most couples lovemaking was a passionate affair with lots of kissing, gentle thrusting, and quietly shared conversation, but that didn't really work for pornography. For a good show something a little larger than life was needed and he was delighted that Debs seemed to be able to provide it. That magical quality that more than one director had described as 'the camera loves you, baby!'

Now, as director, he had to make a decision. Get it wrong and his new star might refuse the final scene. This would reduce the value of what had already been taken. He could insist, force her to comply, but the previous material wouldn't then match the final scene. He thought for a moment then moved to where Craig and Geoff could see him. He made a hand signal, one that his men knew well. It indicated they should see if Debs would take both of them in her vagina.

Craig got the message and slowed his thrusting, waiting for Geoff to get off Debs' chest. That done he turned her on her side, slipped in behind her, and thrust back in again. Five minutes of spooning was recorded by Anton and some good footage of Debs panting and gasping into the lens. Then Craig twisted onto his back, pulling her with him, and she lay, his hands around her waist, staring at the ceiling. She looked a little confused at this athletic position, his cock fully inside her, and her arms and legs waving in the air.

Then Geoff approached and pushed her legs wider apart, his cock touching her clit, then lowering until it lay on top of Craig's cock. He put a thumb onto his cock and pushed forward.

"Ooooh noooo!" Debs wailed, finally understanding what was about to happen. "Aaah... no... too big... too much... shit shit shit shit... yaaaaaah!"

In went Geoff's cock, sliding alongside Craig's well lubricated member, and Debs felt more stretched than she had ever been by sex. It was more like the stretching when she had given birth to Chrissy. But part of her thought that it must be possible to take both of these men's cocks at the same time, and so it was proved. The sensations were overwhelming and she clung to Geoff's torso as he finished his thrust.

"Oooh oooh oooh," she moaned as they held their positions for a minute while her vagina adapted to this new challenge. Then they both started to thrust and her screams of joy filled the room.

Anton smiled as Debs performed just as he hoped she would, clawing at the two men, kicking her legs to increase the sensations, and throwing her head from side to side in her ecstasy. Anton signed to his men that they should wait until Debs had cum twice, and then they could cum themselves. And, thirty minutes later, they left her sprawled on her bed, cum oozing from her cunt, and let themselves out.

Chrissy arrived home to find her mother showering, at a time that was most unusual for her. When she emerged, dressed in towels, Chrissy thought she looked like she'd done a vigorous session at the gym. Very tired, but with a certain satisfied glow.

Over a drink Chrissy assured her mother that her grades wouldn't suffer. The Dean, she said, had been very understanding about the time she might need to take off because of Anton's demands. And, she added, she was going to work hard to make sure she got really good grades. Debs told Chrissy that she was proud of her, without asking any details about how it might be achieved. She was happy to assume that Chrissy would be working that little bit harder in the days she could get into college.

Chrissy retreated to her room. She now knew that Anton was, as the Dean and Miss Forbes had said, going to 'take her'. And what that would be like she had no idea, but she was sure it was not going to be like anything she had experienced so far

George woke up. Looking at the clock he could see he'd been asleep for about three hours. The machine had gone and he wondered if he'd dreamed it. His chest ached and, when he touched it, he could feel that there were distinct swellings there. Glancing sideways he could see in the mirror that he'd now got breasts larger than his own daughter. As he ran his fingers over them, assessing his budding breasts, he accidentally touched his right nipple and nearly fainted. There was a burst of pleasure and he gasped. Did women get this pleasure all the time? How did they do things like jogging if rubbing nipples created so much joy? He decided that women were tougher than he thought, living with two pleasure switches on their chests.

The nurse checked him over and told him that he'd got another appointment in a weeks time. He dressed and set off for home. Half way there he heard the chime of the pager. He paused on a park bench to read the message.

There is a parcel for your wife at the Damcaster Post Office. Collect it for her. From now on you will sleep in your negligees, and in the Spare Bedroom.

The parcel collected, George finally arrived at home. He handed the parcel over to Debs and, after tea, she opened it. Inside was a large metal container, the size of a biscuit barrel, and of similar construction. A gaudy label stated '100 Condom Variety Pack'. She opened it up and inside there was exactly that, lots of condoms of different types, smooth, ribbed, knobbly, thin, flavoured and - like Joseph's Technicolour Dreamcoat - of many colours. There was also several months supply of The Pill.

This made sense of the message on her pager...

Put your presents on your bedside table. From now on be ready for bed by 10pm, but be prepared to answer the door.

When George told her he'd been told to sleep in the spare room she'd worked out she was to have a visitor. Secretly she hoped it would be Anton. She was still a little tired but the idea of jumping into bed with him energised her. She put her tub of condoms into the bedroom and checked the sheets on the bed. Then she popped her first pill, changed into a nightdress, put her dressing gown on, had a glass of wine and waited.

George went to his bed early that night leaving Debs alone in the living room. At exactly 10pm there was a knock on the door. She answered it. Outside, lit by the porch light, was a stranger. He was in his 50's, she guessed, and dressed in a suit and trench coat. He held a piece of paper in his hand that he had obviously been examining.

"Er... Debbie?" he asked.

"Yes," Debs replied.

"Oh good, I'm in the right place," the man said. "I'd like the full English breakfast please." He shook her hand, then strode into the house, kissed Debs on the cheek, and walked past her, heading for the stairs. He seemed to know his way around the house. Someone had told him where the bedroom was located.

Debs closed the front door and followed him up the stairs, slightly stunned. By the time she got to the bedroom the man was already climbing into bed. His clothes were scattered untidily around the room, evidence of a quick undressing. He patted the space in the bed beside him, and smiled.

Debs was a little disconcerted, not just that a man had walked into her house as if he owned it, but also because he'd got into the bed on her side. For twenty years she'd lain on one side of the bed and now this man had usurped her position. She was miffed, but she also guessed this was the start of her earning money for Anton.

This man had obviously paid to visit her, to have sex, and the fact that he'd told her what sort of breakfast he liked meant he'd be staying until the morning. She'd seen a documentary a few months back where a sex worker was charging around a thousand pounds for an overnight stay with clients. If Anton was going to send a man every night of the week, and take all the money, then she'd earn him about £180,000 over the course of the contract.

At the very least, she thought, I can reclaim my side of the bed. "Move over," she said, taking off her dressing gown and sliding under the sheets. "I didn't catch your name..."

"Howard," replied the man as he turned to her. Then her face was showered with kisses and his hands were all over her body.

In the spare room George lay listening to his wife gasping and groaning. He was still a little woozy from his treatment. The voice was Debs but, in his imagination, the body was Toni. He was visualizing her being taken by a man. Then his thoughts drifted to it being him being taken, something he'd never considered before. I suppose, he thought, the treatments must be working.

In her bedroom Chrissy was also listening to her mother, who was now encouraging her lover to push harder and faster. She was a clever girl, she knew it would not be long before she might have to do the same with Anton. And then, probably, men would be sent to her bed each night. She took her headphones, slipped them on, and put on a Corrupt Bimbo track. The music of the band nearly drowned out the sounds of her mother cumming next door. She turned up the volume.

Three days later a routine had been established. At 10pm, each evening, a new man arrived to stay overnight with Debs. And she had taken to going back to bed after serving breakfast for a few hours undisturbed sleep. An emergency trip to the supermarket allowed the family to stock up on the sort of breakfast foods her clients demanded.

That day George's pager chimed...

Two women will visit this afternoon. They have brought your new wardrobe. They will take away your old clothes. When they have done that press YES and this pager will reset.

Late afternoon a van arrived and two women, who looked like contract domestics, went up and down the path to the house with parcels. Soon the lounge was filled with boxes and George's clothes were in bin bags by the door. Then one of the women asked for, literally, the shirt off his back, and the other took his trousers, pants and socks. He was left standing naked in his cock lock.

The front door closed. The women had been polite and helpful but George felt that, as the door closed, this was the end of his life as he had known it. Debs opened the packages and stared at the wonderful dresses, skirts, blouses and underwear revealed. All good quality, all brand new. A collection any... woman... would be proud to own. Then she helped George dress. She picked a scarlet dress, with red bra and knickers, and shoes that would not have been out of place in an amateur dramatic company's version of The Wizard of Oz.

If I click them together three times, George thought, I wonder if they will take me back to before I owed Anton money? Then he remembered that Anton had demanded he press the YES button on the pager. He did so and watched...

Resetting. *****

The line of asterisks grew and grew then the screen went blank. When the screen came on again it read...

Georgina

Pager Update : George has been sissified and his wardrobe has been changed. They are now Georgina, their clothes are all feminine, and she sleeps in the spare room. Debs is getting a different punter each evening at 10pm who stays overnight and expects enthusiastic sex. Chrissy has seen her friend Abi's father fucking a street prostitute, and is waiting in anticipation of being fucked by Casino Owner Anton. : Update Ends