Avernus Academy Ch. 03

Note: This novel is not episodic. The chapters do not work as stand-alone stories. This chapter will not make sense without reading the Prologue and prior chapters.

Chapter 3: Jaleh Breaks, Technically

Jaleh had conflicting feelings about what Carmelita had become. On the one hand, Jaleh had now talked with Carmelita more than she had ever talked with anyone in their life, and while Carmelita had a naive attachment to empathy and altruism, she also had common sense and a quiet strength that Jaleh admired. Seeing Carmelita cynical with a broken spirit allowing herself to be used as a demon's plaything was truly disturbing and depressing to Jaleh. On the other hand, Carmelita had also become a deliciously hot cum slut with succulent tits and a juicy ass willing to spread her pussy for anything with a dick, and Jaleh desperately wanted a piece of her sweet cunt.

"Anything with a dick" was not a metaphor. To begin, Carmelita had become Molroman's fuck toy. He would ask if he could fuck her (he always asked, rape would be a form of torture), she would say yes and ask how he wanted it, he would give his requests, then she would do or let him do whatever he asked. Sometimes he would call her over to his couch and either fuck her from behind in one hole or the other, or have her blow him, all while he watched porn. When he was done with her, she would go back to whatever she was doing before, which was usually reading. But it wasn't just Molroman.

Molroman must have put the word out that there was a hot piece of ass willing to fuck anything with a dick because other demons kept showing up to ask Carmelita if they could fuck her and she usually shrugged her shoulders and said, "Sure." Weird demons. The red tentacle dude returned a couple of times, but there was also a werewolf looking demon, one with hooves and a goat head, one made of onyx, one made of ice, and some humanoid plant thing that fucked her with vines. Vines that shot out cum, so they apparently counted as having a dick.

But everytime Jaleh hit on Carmelita, she shot them down. She would a fuck plant demon with vine dicks but not a human with a pussy. Jaleh would never permanently trade their pussy for a dick, they had too much fun with their pussy and with multiple orgasms to make such a switch. But it would be awesome to be able to have one when they wanted one. Now would be a great time to have one.

At least, Jaleh's vagina was the first reason Carmelita gave for not fucking them. The second issue that Carmelita raised was that Jaleh had already told her many times how little respect they had for the women they fucked, and Carmelita was not going to give herself to someone who thought so low of her. Jaleh countered that Carmelita had told them stories from back in her wild days of letting guys fuck her who just hit on her because they heard she was a slut, which is also presumably why these strange demons keep showing up. ("Letting guys fuck her", or "letting guys have sex with her", or "letting guys use her" was always the way Carmelita described it. She didn't fuck guys, she let guys fuck her.) Carmelita would respond that those guys were strangers or acquaintances, so she didn't care what they thought of her, but now she had gotten to know Jaleh well, and she did care what they thought of her. Jaleh wondered if maybe they should start talking about their past lovers more nicely around Suzie, in case the demons gave Suzie her award-winning body back.

At least, due to the lack of privacy, Jaleh could watch Carmelita getting fucked. This made masturbating incalculably better. The only masturbatory aids they had before the dance were the visual of Molroman masturbating and the sounds from his porn. These were just adequate aids at best. Sounds were never as good as a visual, and the sounds from Molroman's porn were often more disturbing than arousing. And as for Molroman himself, well, he really was not their type. He was objectively good looking, arguably even hot, but not for Jaleh. His fit but svelte body was too boyish, too androgynous, too... well, too much like Jaleh themself. Jaleh knew they were hot, but like most straight cis hot people, an appreciation for their own hotness did not translate to an attraction to people with bodies like theirs. Jaleh was bi, but not pan. If only they could see the Molroman that Carmelita claimed to see. Jaleh could really get their rocks off to that.

And now Carmelita had a body Jaleh could really get their rocks off to. And they did. Carmelita's passive love making style was pornographic art. Erotic. No, "passive" was the wrong word. "Submissive" was better. But still not right. "Responsive", that was it. Carmelita was a passionately responsive lover. She never initiated anything unless asked, and she always let her partner take the lead. But her body, breath, and voice acknowledged every touch, every kiss, and every thrust. She actively mirrors or compliments her partners' moves in ways that suggest other places for them to lead. It was an erotic performance from an erotic body and it never failed to help Jaleh give themself multiple orgasms. Sometimes Jaleh could get themself off just staring at Carmelita when she wasn't even having sex. Suzie found this behavior abhorrent on Carmelita's behalf, but Carmelita said she did not care.

The only thing not hot about Carmelita was her damn smoking. Health considerations were irrelevant now, but it smelled awful and Jaleh knew from experience that Frenching a smoker was disgusting. Where was she even getting cigarettes? How was she lighting them? What happened to all of the ashes and butts? Whenever Jaleh or Suzie would ask Carmelita these questions, Carmelita would just shrug.

Virtually all personal conversations between the three of them had ceased since Carmelita danced with the devils. Jaleh and Suzie had never spoken much anyway. For a short while after the dance, Suzie spent considerable time spewing insults at Carmelita, calling her disgusting, a disgrace, a whore, a slut, and a traitor to God. Sometimes she would include Jaleh in these insults. Carmelita would nearly always reply by saying flatly, "Yes, I am." Eventually Suzie stopped the insults, and no longer seemed to have anything to say to Carmelita. Carmelita's agreeing with her insults shut Suzie up much faster than Jaleh's arguing or ignoring ever had.

Jaleh and Carmelita could no longer have a real conversation with each other. Each was focused on trying to get something from the other. Jaleh wanted to fuck Carmelita. Carmelita wanted Jaleh to let Molroman fuck them. Carmelita pressed her case to Jaleh just as much as Jaleh hit on her. Carmelita made a few attempts to get Suzie to give Molroman his requested blow job, but Suzie's reaction demonstrated why it made sense to focus on Jaleh at first. Jaleh understood. If they were in Carmelita's place, they would have considered Jaleh to be the low hanging fruit as well.

"I really don't get what your objection to this is," said Carmelita. "You don't believe that there is anything immoral about casual sex. Why not just let Molroman have his way with you and be done with it?"

"Because *I'm* the one on top," said Jaleh.

"Well, sure," said Carmelita, "I get that you have your personal preferences, but when the situation calls..."

"That's not what I mean," said Jaleh. "The sex positions are symbolic. I'm not going to let them win. *I'm* the one who wins."

"'Win?' I'm talking about sex. There's no "winning" in sex. There may be some domination and submission at times, but no "winning" or "losing". What are you talking about?"

"Oh, there's definitely winning and losing. You might act like you don't know what I'm talking about, but you know I'm right. And I've told you about my policies."

"Right," said Carmelita sounding unconvinced, "your policies."

Jaleh had gotten frustrated trying to explain her policies of ghosting men before sex and women after sex to Carmelita. The frustration was not that Carmelita disagreed with their policies, of course a nun would disagree with them, it was that Carmelita appeared to not understand the reasons for the policies. They could not tell if she really did not understand, or if she subconsciously avoided understanding because understanding them would force her to realize that she was a loser.

Jaleh's reasons were based on two nearly universally acknowledged truths about sex: Men want sex, and women use sex to get stuff they want. With prostitutes, this is acknowledged openly, and there is a fair exchange. With all other relationships, the universally acknowledged truths are universally denied to be taking place within any specific relationship, with the result being a silent game where the goal on one side is to get as much pussy as possible while giving up the least amount of stuff, and the goal on the other side was to get as much stuff as possible while giving up as little pussy as possible. Thus Jaleh's policies: they ghosted women after getting pussy as cheaply as possible, and they ghosted men after getting as much stuff as they could before giving up any pussy. This made Jaleh the universal winner on both sides. What Carmelita's psychological defense mechanisms prevented her from admitting to herself was that by giving up pussy to any guy who wanted it, Carmelita was a universal loser. That was why she had to become a nun. The only way she knew how to stop losing the game was to quit playing.

When they had discussed this back when Carmelita still had her old wrinkly body, she had two objections. Well, maybe not objections, her main objection was of course that she thought the policies were immoral, but she had major, let us call them "confused reactions" to Jaleh's reasoning behind their policies.

Carmelita's first confused reaction was that she thought it was weird that a non-binary, bisexual atheist would have what Carmelita described as an "old-fashioned, gendered, and heterosexist" view of sex and relationships. Jaleh responded that as an atheist, they just see and describe reality the way it is, and the way they described sex and relationships is the way nearly everyone, deep down, recognizes sex to be. Few people will admit it privately and fewer still will admit it publicly. But when you really interrogate how most people think and behave about sex, you will find that, intuitively at least, they agree with Jaleh. Carmelita replied by claiming that the reason most people believed this stuff deep down is because that was how society programed them to think, the same way that society programed people to think that gender is binary and that homosexual behavior is unnatural. Jaleh countered Carmelita by claiming that deep down Carmelita also agreed with them, as evidenced by the way she always described sex as something she gave to men or she let men do to her. Carmelita answered this by stating that she does not defend her sinful past and that she never claimed to be free of social programming herself. To that, Jaleh could only respond by stating that they are just calling things the way they see them, and by wondering what the hell kind of nun scolds a non-binary, bisexual atheist for being too conservative about sexuality.

Carmelita's second confused reaction had lead to this conversation:

"Are you really bisexual?" Carmelita had asked. "Do you actually like sex with men? Are you actually attracted to them?"

"Of course," said Jaleh, "men are hot. Well, not all men obviously, but I've certainly spent evenings alone watching Thor movies with the sound off."

"Yes," said Carmelita, "but that's still... How can I put this? Thor movies are not X-rated, or even R-rated. You might think Thor is..."

"Are you asking me if I like dick?" asked Jaleh.

"Yes," said Carmelita, sounding somewhat relieved.

"Of course," said Jaleh, "I love dicks. They're on the bisexual menu. Why wouldn't I?"

"Well, Suzie's straight, and she thinks penises are disgusting. And your policies allow you to do anything and everything with every part of a woman, and they seem to let you do anything with a man as long as it doesn't involve his penis. So it does seem like you find penises disgusting."

"Oh no, a solid cock is a work of art," said Jaleh. "I fucked three or four dicks before I made my policy, and they felt really good. And even after I made the policy, it only applied to dating. If the sex was transactional or part of a con I would take the dick. Honestly, getting a chance to fuck and suck a cock was part of the incentive for running some cons."

"Transactional?" asked Carmelita, "you were a prostitute?"

"Well, technically I suppose," said Jaleh. "I mean, I never fucked a guy for cash. Not that I wouldn't for the right price, of course, but I never got a good enough offer. I did, however, exchange sex for, let's see... a job, two promotions, avoiding an arrest, false identity papers, and a Toyota Corolla. Although the false identity papers don't count because the forger was a dyke."

"Okay," said Carmelita after a pause, "but if you enjoy the sex with a man, why not have sex with a guy a couple of times before you ghost him? You said reason not to have sex with a guy you are dating is that he will give you more stuff trying to get you in bed than he will after you give it up. But once you have decided that you have bled him dry and it is time to ghost him, why not have sex with him first, then ghost him?"

"Because then he would win," said Jaleh.

"But no, he's not," said Carmelita, "I am talking about after you have gotten all the stuff from him you can, or at least when the trickle of stuff stops being worth your time. Your way, you only got stuff. My way, you would have gotten stuff and sex. If you like the sex, why not take it before you go?"

"Because," said Jaleh like she was speaking to a five-year-old, "Sex is the prize he was after. If I give him the sex before I leave him, he will think he won."

"So what?" asked Carmelita. "You're planning to never see him again anyway. Why does it matter what he thinks?"

"Because *I* want to win the relationship," said Jaleh. That had left Carmelita speechless. Jaleh had won the argument, but Carmelita continued to act like she did not understand.

And now that Carmelita was a hot slut again, she still seemed like she did not understand.

"I thought your policies were about 'winning' and 'losing' dating relationships. This has nothing to do with dating or relationships or romance. It's just sex."

"First of all, everything Molroman wants to do to me is about dominating me, degrading me, and causing me pain, with no pleasure for me."

"The... Wait. Causing you pain? The domination is obvious, and cumming on your face is the degrading part, but why are you saying no pleasure for you? And where is the pain?"

"In the ass," said Jaleh, "the anal sex. That's all pain and no pleasure for me. What part of his plan for me is supposed to result in any pleasure for me?"

Carmelita looked very confused. "The anal... So you don't know... how... Okay, well, domination, degradation, and some pain are actually fairly common elements of sex play for a lot of people. And I know you're okay with transactional sex, so why can't a little bondage and S&M be part of the transaction?"

"This is *NOT* a transaction," said Jaleh.

Carmelita took a drag on her cigarette. "Of course it's a transaction," she said, "That's why I did it. For a chance to get out of here."

"But you're still here, aren't you? You didn't even get the chance. This is not an offer. It is an offer for an offer. There is no guarantee that the actual offer will be reasonable. The demons probably came up with an offer worse than being here just to break us without actually giving us anything. And I'll have to wait for Suzie to suck a demon's dick before I get it. No, Carmelita, this is not a transaction. This is a con. And I run cons, I don't get conned. *I* am the one who wins."

Jaleh figured out early that winning is the only thing there is in life. They grew up in an urban Muslim immigrant enclave and went to a public grade school with significant numbers of Muslim immigrants, Indian Hindu immigrants, black Protestants, and Latin Catholics. Jaleh's family was even odd in this environment, since all of the other Muslims in their school were Sunni.

In third grade, Jaleh's social studies class did a section on comparative religions. The children were taught the basic tenets and beliefs of the major world religions. What the liberal educators who designed and taught the curriculum intended to teach the children was that all religions were equally valid and that the children should respect each other's beliefs. The lesson that eight-year-old Jaleh took away from the curriculum was that if everyone has wildly different beliefs about something none of them can actually see, they are probably all wrong.

It would take over ten years for Jaleh to be able to intelligently articulate the implications of all religions being wrong, but they intuitively understood those implications almost immediately.

When they were old enough to articulate the lesson properly, it went something like this: If people just made up religion, then everything that was not literally made of molecules was just made up. Morality was just made up. Money was just made up. Governments were just made up. Aesthetics was just made up. Race was just made up. Gender was just made up.

That last one was difficult even for some atheists to understand. Yes, it was true that nearly half the population had different anatomy from nearly half of the rest of the population for the purpose of maintaining genetic diversity. But everything else, all other differences between men and women - clothing, responsibilities, behavior, entertainment genre preferences, pronouns, etc. - all of that was just made up.

The mistake made by most people who do realize that some or all of these things are made up is to think that because they are made up, they are not "real". No, they are not "real" in the same way that a rock is "real". But for all practical purposes, they are real. Property might be made up, but you still cannot start farming on Bill Gates' lawn.

By the time they were a junior in high school, Jaleh had realized that everything made up was under the omnipotent control of the winners of that thing. Religious leaders made up religious beliefs. The stock market and the banks were controlled by the rich. The laws that define the government are made by government leaders. White people made up the concept of race. Strict gender rules were made up by men. Great artists got to declare what art is great.

Again, most people who realize this come to the wrong conclusion. They think that the response should be to destroy the oppressive system. But trying to achieve this causes people to waste their entire lives, it rarely works, and when it does, one system of winners and losers just gets replaced by another. America got rid of the nobility and created a system run by corporate overlords. Russia got rid of the nobility and capitalism and created a totalitarian oligarchy.

No, the right conclusion was that the only thing you can do is to make sure that you are one of the winners. And realizing that the system is real but entirely made up gives one a huge advantage. It allows you to operate within the system without constraining *yourself* with its rules.

When Jaleh came to this last revelation, their parents thought that they had won a lottery. Jaleh's junior year in high school had just started when their angry, disrespectful, and trouble-making daughter suddenly, and for no apparent reason, became the perfect Muslim daughter. "She" started wearing the hijab, going to the mosque, and saying "her" daily prayers. "She" started wearing dresses and stopped "her" bizarre insistence on being called "they". "Her" grades improved significantly. In "her" senior year, "she" started fundraising to pay to be part of a group pilgrimage to Mecca the summer before college, sponsored by a national Muslim organization. "She" raised the twelve thousand "she" needed to pay for the trip plus another three thousand in spending cash, mostly from family, friends, and members of the mosque, as well as from a web page "she" created.

Two months before they graduated high school, Jaleh turned eighteen. Two days after they graduated, Jaleh disappeared, along with the money in their parents' savings account, most of the family's jewelry, the family's best computer equipment, and their mother's car. The only thing they left behind was a short note explaining that this was not a kidnapping, they had planned this for over a year, and they had no intention of ever seeing their family again. Jaleh's parents could have easily gotten their stuff back by reporting the auto theft, but as Jaleh had counted on, their parents were more worried about the potential disgrace of scandal than they were about the money. Jaleh's parents told everyone that they had done the pilgrimage and then went off to college. Talking to people carefully, Jaleh's parents figured out that Jaleh had actually raised at least $60 thousand for the trip, probably considerably more. After calling the organization that sponsored the trip, Jaleh's parents learned that they had never made the deposits that Jaleh had claimed to have made.

Jaleh set themself up in a far away city chosen by rolling dice, and entered an accounting program at the local community college. To make sure they did not go through their funds too quickly, they got a job with a maid service. The wages they earned as a maid were the first honest money Jaleh had ever earned, and they swore it would be the last. The work was hard, repetitive, and dirty. The clients treat you like trash except for when they're hitting on you. And the pay is lousy.

Two of the clients who hit on them were Dr. Mikkel Ottosen and his wife, Gwenn. They were one of three married couples who hit on them. They turned down the other two, they had no intention of being a couple's sex toy. But the Ottosens were different. They didn't hit on Jaleh as a couple. They each hit on Jaleh separately, while the other wasn't around. Jaleh thought the idea of sleeping with two people who were each secretly cheating on the other with them was hilarious, so they said yes to both of them. Or rather, they said yes to Mikkel and grabbed Gwenn and kissed her roughly when Gwenn was shamelessly throwing herself at them.

Jaleh had lost their virginity sometime between leaving home and having their affairs with the Ottosens, but they could not tell you exactly when or exactly with whom. Jaleh considered the loss of their virginity to be neither a significant event nor a coherent concept. When does a bisexual lose their virginity anyway?

The Ottosens had a large safe in their bedroom and a padlocked storage shed in their backyard. Once Jaleh started sleeping with them, and sneaking around the house with each of them so as to avoid letting the other one know they were there, Jaleh noticed some Iranian men arriving periodically, meeting with Mikkel, then taking boxes out of the shed. Jaleh subtly questioned Mikkel and Gwenn about this separately during foreplay and afterglow. They also eavesdropped on the Iranian men simply by sitting in the same room with them while they spoke to each other in Persian. Jaleh introduced themself to their clients as "Jali" to avoid having to correct pronunciations, Mikkel had apparently gotten the impression that Jaleh was some flavor of Latina, and relayed that to the men, who then felt free to speak to each about secret topics around them in Persian, including things they did not want Mikkel to know. From these sources Jaleh learned that Mikkel was illegally diverting biochemical medical supplies from his hospital and selling them to the Iranian men whom Mikkel understood to be from the Iranian government. Mikkel was not stealing the equipment, he was using the accounts of doctors who worked as independent contractors for the hospital to buy the equipment using cash he got from the Iranians. It was not clear to Jaleh whether or not the doctors whose accounts he was using were in on the scheme or not.

Mikkel claimed to believe that the Iranians were buying the equipment on the black market to avoid trade embargos for use in civilian hospitals. Jaleh learned from the Iranian men that the Iranian government was sending the equipment directly to Hezbollah and other international Shia militant groups.

At this point most people would have gotten the hell away from the Ottosens and pretended not to have heard anything. More courageous, conscientious, or compassionate people would have went to the FBI. Jaleh saw an opportunity.

Mikkel was a smart doctor but not an accountant, and his ability to use the cash he was accumulating was extremely limited. He knew that cash transactions or deposits over ten grand had to be reported to the feds, and if he was ever audited the IRS would be looking with interest at any mysterious large sums in banks. Jaleh was only an accounting student in an Associate's degree program, but she had been doing her own research in the accounting school's library on forensic accounting and white collar crime.

One of Gwenn's hobbies was abstract wood carving. Jaleh had Mikkel rent a storefront in a shopping area near a beach frequented by tourists and set up a gallery to sell Gwenn's sculptures. Gwenn ran it as a cash only business, and priced her work at between $500 and $1,000 each. She recorded tens to hundreds of sales every month of sculptures that no one could prove never existed. The Ottosens would then deposit the cash into her business account as receipts. Clean money, fully laundered.

Of course, "fully laundered" requires that it be claimed on tax returns, so Jaleh convinced Mikkel to "donate" the vast majority of the money to what they told him was a fake charity they created called "Persian Pride", supposedly dedicated to helping LGBTQIA+ individuals, organizations, and causes in Iran. Jaleh said they had listed the Ottosens as board members and regaled Mikkel with stories about people who ran fake charities and used all of the funds for personal reasons, like houses, vacations, and private jets, although they warned him that they would have to wait about three years to start using the money to avoid the scrutiny the IRS puts on new charities.

Now, you might wonder why a smart doctor would go along with an elaborate plan to defraud the IRS concocted by someone just starting their second year in an Associate's in Accounting degree program. But it turns out that you are much more likely to believe someone telling you something questionable if what they are saying is what you want to hear. Especially if they lick your cock between each sentence while they are telling you. Or if, while they tell you, they are slowly sliding their pussy up and down your dick as they ride you cowgirl style, giving you an amazing view of their naked and toned nineteen-year-old body with honey-colored skin and small but perky tits. Or even if they are just giving you a hand job while they tell you.

When Jaleh first told Carmelita this story what we will call "years" ago when she was still an old woman, it was around this point that Carmelita interrupted.

"Wait," she said, "'Persian Pride'? I think I've heard of that." She thought a second. "I remember us providing therapy and casework for a gay Iranian refuge who had been tortured by the Iranian government. I seem to remember that Persian Pride was the organization that got him out of Iran and referred him to us."

"Oh, yeah," said Jaleh, "We did dozens of those."

"Your charity actually helped some people? Was that the cover for your misappropriation of funds?"

"Oh no. The charity was totally legit. That was the scam. I helped Mikkel 'hide' his money for just over two years before I ended the scam, and by that time he had donated over three million to Persian Pride. After I had a million in the charity, I was able to put together a board of directors and hire a CEO to actually run it."

"What do you mean your charity was 'totally legit'?" Carmelita asked incredulously.

"I mean, it was run by people who believed in its mission and all expenditures either went to the stated cause or were reasonable administrative expenses," said Jaleh. "Actually we gave most of the money away as grants to individuals and organizations in Iran supporting LGBTQIA+ issues. All we did ourselves was help settle queer refugees and publish queer literature in Persian to send to Iran. But just handing out money was a lot more difficult than it might sound because queer causes are illegal in Iran. So giving money to support the causes meant investigating the legitimacy and effectiveness of clandestine people and organizations, and then getting the money to them without the Iranian government discovering us."

"Why would a proud, selfish con artist spend their time and effort setting up and working with a completely legitimate charity doing important work helping oppressed people?" asked Carmelita.

"Because I needed the access," said Jaleh.

"Access to what?"

"Rich people. If I wanted to scam rich people, I had to have a way to meet them. I'm a nobody from nowhere. And the best possible excuse I could think of to socialize with rich people was to ask them for money for a good cause. If I was trying to get access to them by running a business, I would only have access to rich people who need to do business with me. That would be very limited, requiring me to make up a different business each time to fit the client. That means the businesses would have to be fake, which would run the risk of collapsing under scrutiny. But with just one good cause, you have an excuse to meet with any rich person, and my cover won't collapse under scrutiny because it's totally legit. Plus, if my first interaction with them is doing business, they're going to be on their guard with me. But if my first interaction with someone is them giving me money, their going to trust me."

"Their going to trust you because *they* gave money to *you*?" asked Carmelita.

"Oh yeah, it's an old psychological trick. People tend to like and trust others that they do things for for free. You don't make someone trust you by doing them a favor, you make someone trust you by getting them to do you a favor."

"But didn't you pick a cause that alienates half the wealthy? You can't go to conservatives and ask them for money to support queer rights."

"Oh, you don't sell it conservatives by appealing to who they love. You sell to conservatives by appealing to who they hate. They hate Iran. They want a war with Iran. And they hate Americans who say that America oppresses queer folk. Persian Pride reinforces what conservatives believe about the world. Iran is an evil, oppressive government that tortures its citizens and deserves to be bombed, while America is a good, free country where perverts can flee to because they actually have more rights than normal people. Oh yeah, I got a lot of conservatives to contribute."

"But your organization *did* prove that America is a safer place for faggots than Iran," interjected Suzie, looking up from Dune.

"Oh sure," said Jaleh, "I didn't say there isn't some truth in the conservative viewpoint. That's what made it such a good propaganda tool for them."

"Telling the truth isn't propaganda," said Suzie.

"How did you have time to run your scams if you were also running a charity?" asked Carmelita.

"Because I wasn't running it," said Jaleh. "I hired a CEO for that. I was the founder, I was on the Board of Directors, and I gave myself the title, 'Fundraiser At Large'. They wouldn't hear from me for weeks or months on end, and then I would show up with a huge donation. They didn't question it because why would they?"

"And I suppose it was just a coincidence that you picked a cause that reflected your own identity?" asked Carmelita. "You could have picked rescuing puppies from natural disasters or something."

"Of course it wasn't a coincidence," answered Jaleh. "I needed something I had credibility talking about, what Aristotle called Ethos. Yes, I could have made the charity about rescuing puppies from disasters, and I could come up with good logical reasons and emotional appeals, but people would be thinking 'Who the hell are you? What do you know or care about this?' Sure, I could make up a story about being evacuated from a disaster, not being able to bring my pet, and it getting killed. But why make up a risky, discoverable lie when I have an unassailably solid truth to give me ethos. I am queer and my parents fled from the Iranian government. So I have a special reason to care about queer victims of the Iranian government. Instant credibility."

"And this actually gave you access to rich people to scam?" asked Carmelita.

"Absolutely," said Jaleh. "I've run scams on corrupt politicians, crooked CEOs, pimps, drug dealers, people running charities that are actually scams. All kinds of slimeballs I got to know because they wanted to bolster or repair their reputations by publicly giving money to a good cause."

"That is amazing," said Carmelita.

"That's one word for it," said Suzie.

"Also," continued Jaleh, "it turns out that hosting lavish fundraising parties for queer causes can get you a *lot* of pussy. I always left those parties with a bunch of new phone numbers on my way to a dyke threesome. I didn't do it for the pussy, but if I had known how effective it was, I would have."

"That all sounds very circuitous," said Carmelita. "Why set up a real charity to gain access to rich donors to run independent scams on, when the charity itself could be the scam. Lots of people have gotten rich off of fake charities. Wouldn't that be a lot easier, or at least more direct?"

"Rich people investigate charities before they donate. Fake charities really only steal from the poor and middle class."

"So you had a code of honor?" asked Carmelita. "You didn't cheat the innocent?"

Jaleh furrowed their brow and rolled their eyes. "It wasn't a code of honor. By scamming people who cheat the poor, I am ultimately benefiting from the exploitation of the poor. But I don't scam the poor and middle class directly because I don't want to be a bottom-feeder. I want to be the apex predator. The slimeball rich I scammed were the seals and the sharks who eat all the fish. And I guess sometimes the sharks eat the seals. But I am the killer whale. I eat the seals and sharks. The slimeballs are winners because they beat the innocent. But I am the ultimate winner because I beat the winners. It's a dog-eat-dog world, and I'm at the top of the food chain."

"So you scammed a slimeball who was illegally taking money from from an oppressive government that your parents fled," said Carmelita, "then used that money to set up a very real charity to help other victims of that same oppressive government, and then used the charity as a platform to scam other slimeballs who prey on the vulnerable. Is that a good summary?"

"Yes," said Jaleh.

"And yet you claim you were not in any way motivated by a desire to either help people or seek justice?"

"Correct, I was not."

"I must say," said Carmelita, "from the outside, it would be impossible to distinguish your actions from those of a person with a good heart and a strong desire for justice, regardless of their need to see themself as tough and cynical."

"Carmelita," said Jaleh, "your need to see good in everyone is sweet, but despite outward appearances, you're seeing something in me that is just not there."

"Well maybe one day you'll discover in yourself what this story says about you." said Carmelita.

"No, Carmelita," said Suzie, "Jaleh is right. She is a callous bitch. Because you've forgotten one important part of her story."

"What's that?" asked Carmelita.

"The medical supplies," said Suzie. She turned to Jaleh. "For almost three years you helped this guy launder money he got from illegally selling medical supplies that you knew were being sent to Hezbollah and other 'militant'," Suzie made air quotes with her fingers, "groups. What did you think they were doing with the medical equipment?"

"I assume they were making chemical or biological weapons," said Jaleh.

"What?!?" asked Carmelita, "If that's what you thought was going on, why didn't you turn them in?"

"Because then I couldn't steal his money," said Jaleh.

"You see?" said Suzie.

"That's reprehensible!" said Carmelita in a voice that was simultaneously shocked, angered, disgusted, and fearful.

"I know," said Jaleh, "It's that kind of thing that makes me surprised I'm not in hell."

"'That kind of thing'?" asked Suzie. "You have other incidents like this in your past?"

"I told you," said Jaleh, "I didn't target rich slimeballs to help people, I did it to steal their ill-gotten gains. From time to time that requires letting them collect their ill gotten gains for a while I siphon them off."

There was a pause while Carmelita and Suzie processed this.

"Although, to be fair to me," Jaleh said, thinking out loud, "I didn't actually help cause any deaths, did I? I didn't help him set up or run black market sales, I just helped Mikkel launder and hide the money after he had already sold the goods. And I wasn't really helping him since I was stealing the money. *And* I eventually did shut down the operation, so arguably I did eventually save lives."

"You were part of an ongoing criminal enterprise, helping to ensure its secrecy by laundering the money," said Suzie. "If you hadn't been helping him launder the money, he might have done something stupid with the cash and gotten himself caught."

... And on and on this conversation went for, well, no way to know, really, as these three people with literally all the time in the world and literally nothing better to do tried to analyze whether Jaleh's actions did more harm than good, whether the good can ever outweigh the harm, how much reasonable forseeablity matters, how much intent matters, whether their intent was malicious or not, etcetera.

As the Ottosens became less and less patient to start enjoying the money that they had "donated" to Persian Pride, Jaleh invited them to a press event/ fund raising dinner they were hosting for Persian Pride featuring a speech by an Iranian refugee transman Persian Pride had helped settle in the U. S. Jaleh insisted that it was important that they both come to maintain the cover that this was a legitimate charity. As they entered the event, Jaleh posed for press pictures with the couple as the three founders of Persian Pride. Jaleh kissed each of them on the cheek in various photos.

As they sat down at the head table to wait for the program to begin, Jaleh told the Ottosens that they had been having an ongoing affair with each of them for the past couple of years, that the charity was completely legitimate, and that they had stolen the $88,000 in cash in their personal safe that they had just received from the Iranian government last night for the purchase of the next shipment of medical supplies and placed that cash in this lovely lockbox sitting on their table. They told them that in their speech tonight, they would announce that they and the Ottosens were a throuple and that the Ottosens had graciously donated that cash as a further contribution in honor of the night's refugee speaker. The Ottosens, Jaleh explained, were given positions on the charity's advisory board, which has no real power. They gave the Ottosens copies of the evidence of Mikkel's crimes that they had gathered over the past year and place in a safety deposit box. Finally, Jaleh revealed that for the past year they had been telling the Iranian government men about the trips and jewelry that the Ottosens had been giving them, implied that they had received far more jewelry from the Ottosens, and that they had been hinting to the men that Mikkel was suffering from massive gambling debt.

As the Ottosens seethed and sputtered in anger in front of the gathering crowd, Jaleh advised them that their only reasonable course of action was to accept their new position as queer philanthropists, end the black market medical sales, and borrow money to repay the Iranians. Gwenn saw reason and reluctantly went along with Jaleh's plan. Mikkel cussed them out in front of everyone and stormed off. Jaleh continued with the event pretending like nothing happened, relying on everyone else following the etiquette rule of also pretending like nothing happened, and the event went off just fine.

A week later Gwenn reported to Jaleh that she heard Mikkel having a shouting match with the Iranian men. A week after that, Mikkel disappeared.

Jaleh was the winner. They beat their parents. They beat their community. They beat a rich doctor reselling medical equipment to terrorists. They even beat the government that forced their parents into exile, diverting nearly three million dollars of the Iranian regime's money to support queer rights in Iran.

And Jaleh was not about to lose to some scrawny demon who did not even have the imagination to make up an enticing deal to scam them with.

"Okay," said Carmelita after a pause, "what if I turn it into transactional sex for you?"

"What, are you going offer me something to get fucked by Molroman?" asked Jaleh. "What could you possibly have here that I'd want?"

"My body," said Carmelita.

Jaleh froze. Suzie turned and stared at them in either horror or disgust, it was difficult to say which. Molroman stopped stroking his dick, turned off the TV, and watched Jaleh and Carmelita.

"So, to be perfectly clear," said Jaleh, "You are saying that if I let Molroman tie me up and fuck me, you will..."

"Let you use my body however you need in order to satisfy your carnal lust. You may caress, grope, finger, kiss, lick, bite, scissor, or whatever you need to do to any part of my anatomy to get you off. And I will do my part and lick your clit, finger your pussy, fondle your ass, bite your nipples, or whatever else you need me to do to make you cum. You be Molroman's whore and I'll be your whore."

"You can't be serious," said Suzie. "You would debase yourself by giving in to lesbian temptation with Jaleh? I know you think she's a horrible person."

"I've been letting literal demons fuck me, I think Jaleh meets my standards. And I'm not really tempted by lesbians, I'm being a whore."

"Hold on," said Molroman, "I don't think you're supposed to do this."

"Do what?" asked Jaleh and Carmelita together.

"Jinx," said Jaleh.

"Too late," replied Carmelita.

"Make a..." Molroman searched for a term, "side agreement."

"Why not?" asked Carmelita. "There was nothing in your offer that said we couldn't."

"I guess not," said Molroman, "but it violates the *spirit* of the offer."

"'The spirit of the offer'?" asked Carmelita incredulously. "Are you referring to your plans to punish us for our sexual sins? Are you afraid that they are not being punished sufficiently if they get something out of it?"

"Something like that," said Molroman, "but there's more."

"More?" asked Carmelita, "What more?"

"They're trying to break us," said Jaleh.

Molroman opened his mouth to speak, but hesitated.

"Break us? How?" asked Carmelita. "What do you mean?"

"For some reason, they want to make us willing to do whatever sexual stuff they ask, and so the task they ask of each of us is individually tailored to prove that we are ready to comply," said Jaleh. "For you, the nun, they wanted you to act like the whore you used to be. For Suzie, they ask her do the most disgusting sexual things she could imagine, sucking a dick until it cums in her mouth, and then swallow the wad of cum. And since I promised myself that I would always be the winner, they demanded an unconditional surrender. The fact that this is is a bullshit offer and they won't tell us the real offer, is part of the total surrender. They knew I would know it was bullshit, and they wanted me to surrender knowing that fact. If I actually get something I want, I haven't surrendered."

Carmelita faced Molroman. "Is that true?"

Molroman thought through various lies, interpretations, and excuses before finally saying, "Yes."

"Then intent doesn't matter. They are willing to fulfill the exact wording of the offer. You held me to the exact wording of the offer even though that wording was deceptive as to intent. And it was *your* wording. So you are bound to it."

"Am I?" asked Molroman. "It was an offer. I can recend it any time before it is accepted."

"They accepted it," said Carmelita.

"No they haven't," said Molroman, "You discussed your side deal with them, but they never accepted the offer."

"I accept your offer," said Jaleh.

"Too late," said Molroman. "I already recended the offer."

"No, you did not," said Jaleh. "You discussed your ability to resend the offer, but you never said that you recended it."

"I recend the offer," said Molroman.

"Too late, I already verbally accepted it." said Jaleh.

"That's not enough," said Molroman, "I made the offer verbally, so I can recend it verbally. But to accept it, at least to prevent me from recending it, you need to actually *do* something. There has been no detrimental reliance."

"Yes, there *has* been detrimental reliance," said Suzie. "From Carmelita. Carmelita became your whore relying on the wording of your offer."

"How does that matter? We're talking about my offer to Jaleh."

"You failed to uphold your end of the bargain to Carmelita because you claimed it was a collective offer to the three of us. If you recend the offer to Jaleh or I, or change the terms for us, you are changing the terms of the deal with Carmelita after she has already fulfilled her end of the bargain. If you want to recend the offer to Jaleh or I, or change the terms for us, you need to fulfill your end of the bargain with Carmelita and offer her the real deal to get out of Purgatory."

Molroman paused, then sighed. "Okay, fine," he said, "Let's do this, Jaleh." He pulled a couple of pieces of rope, a blindfold, and a ball gag out of thin air.

Jaleh held out her arms with her wrists crossed.

"Wait a minute," said Carmelita. "Let me speak with Jaleh for a moment. Jaleh dear, do you know how to deep throat?"

"Um, somewhat, I guess," said Jaleh with a skeptical uncomfortableness. "I don't think I'm great at it, but I can do it. Why?"

"You mentioned how painful anal sex is for you. I wanted to let you know how to do it with less pain, and the technique is similar to deep throating. It's all about relaxing the muscles."

"Okay, well, getting anal sex tips from a nun was *not* on my afterlife bingo card, so I should have little trouble remembering that. To be honest, my afterlife bingo card was blank, but this is nevertheless memorable."

Molroman began by tying Jaleh's wrists together. The rope was tight but not course, and while not comfortable, the pain was minimal. Molroman then put a cloth blindfold on them, which actually was comfortable. Jaleh then felt the ball gag enter their mouth and the two straps holding it in tighten around their head, one just above their ears and the other just below. The ball was perfectly sized for their mouth, preventing them from speaking but only uncomfortable, not painful.

Jaleh felt Molroman's hands grab their shoulders and lift them up from behind. They moved around in the air a bit under Molroman's grasp and then were set down aain. As soon as their feet hit the floor, they felt one of Molroman's hands holding the back of their thighs as his other hand pushed their back from behind, toppling them forward until their ribs and tits hit the tablle, knocking some wind out of them and pinning their arms between them and the table.

"Careful, Molroman," said Carmelita. "They

agreed to be dominated and humiliated sexually, but torture and bruising is not part of the deal."

Molroman grabbed Jaleh's feet, crossed them, and tied their ankles together. They felt Molroman's smooth hands move down their back, over their ass, and down the outside of their thighs and calves. Then his hands came up the inside of their calves and thighs, brushed their pussy, and stopped in the crack of their ass. He moved his hands apart, spreading their ass cheeks. They felt his penis rubbing the entrance to their anus. They took a couple of deep breaths and tried to relax their anus as Carmelita had instructed, but their nerves made it difficult. There was a little pain as they felt the tip of his dick slowly force its way into their anus without any lubricant.

Jaleh was too busy trying not to focus on the discomfort of the tip of Molroman's dick in their ass to notice as his hands slid under them through their arms and grasped their shoulders from underneath. Molroman pulled them towards him by their shoulders as he shoved his dick completely up their ass. Jaleh couldn't stop themself from letting out a cry of pain.

Jaleh continued to try and fail to stifle cries of pain as Molroman rhythmically humped their ass, his dry cock widening and scraping their colon every time he shoved it in their anus. For the first time, Jaleh was thankful that they could not perceive the Molroman that Carmelita and Suzie claimed to perceive. The dick that Jaleh saw and now felt on Molroman was eight to nine inches long and of average width. The dick that Carmelita and Suzie told Jaleh that they saw on Molroman was a monster over a foot long and two to three inches wide. Well, that was how Carmelita described it, and Suzie's nonverbal reactions indicated general agreement, although Suzie did at one point refer to Molroman's cock as "that deformed thing," to which Carmelita had replied, "Oh it doesn't look deformed to me at all," in a thirsty voice. Those cocks would have destroyed Jaleh.

The pain grew more and more intense as Molroman fucked Jaleh faster and faster. Then he pulled out completely and the pain stopped. Jaleh was trying to catch their breath when first the ball gag then the blindfold was ripped off of them. They stared into the head of Molroman's cock just in time to see his cum shoot onto their face and into their eyes and mouth.

Jaleh spit his hot cum out of their mouth and blinked and shook their head furiously trying to get his cum out of their burning eyes. After a few minutes, Carmelita said, "Their done, Molroman. They let you do what you asked them. Now untie them."

Molroman untied their wrists and ankles. Jaleh stood and wiped the cum off of their face with their arms, and the cum disappeared completely from their body, including their face and arms. Their legs faltered and they grabbed the table for support. They grimaced and said, "Give me a moment."

After a few minutes, Jaleh was able to stand up straight. They looked at Carmelita hungrily. "I upheld my end of the deal. Now it's your turn."

Carmelita stood next to the bench and faced Jaleh. She opened her palms to them. "I'm here."

Jaleh took a moment to appreciate Carmelita's body, taking in her ample breasts, round hips, and muscular thighs. Her skin was a warm caramel color, a subtle contrast to the dull beige of everything in the waiting room.

Jaleh placed one hand on Carmelita's thigh, feeling the warmth and tension beneath her skin. As they walked behind her and put their other hand on their other thigh, she flinched slightly but did not pull away.

Jaleh moved their hands up her thighs and across her abdomen, hugging her tightly from behind

Carmelita gasped as their touch reached her abdomen. Jaleh whispered, "I'm going to enjoy this." They cupped their hands under each breast.

Suzie looked up from the other end of the bench "Ew, if you two are going to give in to lesbian temptation, could you at least do it far from me?"

Carmelita's breath hitched as Jaleh's hands grabbed her breasts firmly from behind. As her body relaxed slightly into their embrace, she looked at Suzie and said with a smirk, "We don't mind if you want to be here with us."

"Shit, gross," said Suzie as she bolted from the bench and walked across the room.

Jaleh massaged Carmelita's breasts gently, feeling them swell and harden in their hands. Her breathing deepened, and she leaned back into their touch.

Jaleh nibbled Carmelita's ear, and she shivered, her body arching back into theirs. They continued massaging her breast with one hand as the other moved down to her crotch, where they felt her wetness.

Jaleh felt Carmelita's body quiver as they began to play with her clit, their gentle touch coaxing a soft moan from her lips. They traced the folds on the top of Carmelita's clit with their finger, and her body reacted with a subtle jolt. Her breathing hastened, and they could feel her clit swell beneath their touch.

Jaleh slipped their finger inside her. Carmelita gasped, and her legs parted slightly. They felt her wetness envelop their digit as she pushed back into their hand. They circled the inside of Carmelita's pussy with their finger, feeling her wetness and warmth. She let out a soft whimper, her hips moving in rhythm with their touch.

Jaleh took out their finger, and spun Carmelita around, around, capturing her in a passionate kiss. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she responded with surprising enthusiasm. They feel her body melt into theirs, her arms wrapping around their neck. They circled Carmelita's tongue with theirs, deepening the kiss. Her hands gripped their shoulders as she kissed back with growing passion.

Jaleh broke the kiss and put Carmelita's head to their breast. Her eyes widened. She took a moment to comprehend the sudden change in direction, but complied, her mouth tentatively finding their nipple. They felt her warm breath and the gentle suction.

Jaleh pushed Carmelita's head lower, her mouth moving down their body. She looks up at them with a mix of surprise and arousal. Jaleh pushed her head further down to their crotch, she started to kiss their inner thighs. Her tongue brushed against the folds of their clitoris.

Carmelita's tongue darted out, tasting their wetness. They felt a surge of pleasure as she started to kiss and lick their clit. Suzie and Molroman were silent, and the only sounds were those of muffled moans and wet kisses.

Carmelita's head bobbed rhythmically between Jaleh's legs, her tongue dancing around their clit. They could feel their arousal build, their body reacting to the sensations she was creating. They looked down to see her eager face, eyes closed in concentration, and a feeling of power washed over them. "Finger!" they yelled.

Carmelita's finger slid inside them, her thumb rubbing their clit. Her technique was surprisingly adept for someone who has never been with a woman before. Their body tensed as Carmelita's finger moved in and out of them, her tongue swirling around their clit. They felt an intense orgasm building within them. Their body trembled with pleasure. Carmelita's surprisingly skilled mouth and finger brought them to the brink.

Jaleh let out a scream of ecstasy as an orgasm ripped through their body. "Yes!" they yelled, "Keep going!"

Carmelita continued her ministrations. Her own arousal was evident in her panting breaths and flushed cheeks. Jaleh felt another orgasm building, their body responding to Carmelita's relentless attentions. She seemed to read their cues perfectly, her finger and tongue working in unison.

Jaleh moaned deeply, the vibrations resonating through their chest and down to their core. "God yes, Carmelita, more!" they ordered. Carmelita intensified her efforts, her tongue swirling faster and her finger moving in deeper strokes. They felt another powerful orgasm building. Carmelita's tongue flicked against their clit, sending waves of pleasure through their body. Her finger moved in rhythm with her mouth, filling them completely. They were lost in a haze of sensation.

There body convulsed as they experienced another orgasm, even more intense than the previous one. They pulled Carmelita's head back up to claim her lips in a passionate kiss, tasting themself on her mouth. They grabbed Carmelita's ass, feeling the firm flesh in their hands. She gasped into their mouth, her body jolting. They squeezed Carmelita's ass firmly, feeling their cheeks in their palms. She melted into the kiss, her body responding to their directions.

Jaleh broke the kiss and pushed Carmelita. With a gentle but firm shove, Carmelita fell back onto the bench, her legs spread wide. They positioned themself between Carmelita's thighs, her pussy glistening with anticipation. They could see the pulse in her neck quicken as they leaned in. Jaleh's tongue met Carmelita's clit, and her body jolted upwards in response. She gasped. Jaleh felt her thighs tighten around their head. They played with the folds of her clit with their tongue, causing her to moan and squirm beneath them.

Carmelita's hips rose to meet their tongue as they licked back and forth under her clit. Her moans grew louder, her legs trembling with building pleasure. Jaleh rubbed the outside of her entrance gently with their finger. Carmelita's body tensed. Her wetness coated their finger, and her moans become more urgent. They felt Carmelita's nipple harden under their touch as they grabbed her tit. Her moans grew louder, and she arched her back, pushing her chest towards them. Carmelita's body tensed as they licked faster, her moans escalating. She grasped the bench tightly, her legs shaking around their shoulders. The room was filled with the sounds of passionate licking and her deep, needy moans.

Then Jaleh heard Molroman moan in a way he typically does when he cums from masturbation.

Carmelita gasped and her legs clenched around Jaleh's hand. The bench creaked slightly under the force of her movement. They circled the inside of her cunt with their finger. Carmelita's walls tightened around their finger. She let out a guttural moan, her hips bucking in response. They felt a slight bump on the upper wall of Carmelita's vagina. As Jaleh played with the bump, her body stiffened and she cried out. With a powerful tremor, Carmelita reached a shattering orgasm, her body convulsing around their finger and her juices coating their mouth. She gasped for air, her eyes fluttering open.

Jaleh moved over Carmelita's trembling body, watching her chest heaving with post-orgasmic bliss. They kissed her deeply, tasting the salt of her sweat.

"How was that, sister?" asked Jaleh.

Carmelita did not respond. Her breathing was still heavy from the intense orgasm. The bench beneath her was slightly damp, and there was a faint scent of sex in the air. Jaleh laid on top of her and kissed her deeply, feeling the heat of her body beneath theirs.

Jaleh pressed her crotch against Carmelita's. She moaned into their mouth, her body responding to the intimate contact. The bench fely warm and sticky beneath them.

Jaleh's body began to grind against Carmelita's, their hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. She pressed her mouth into the kiss, her hands moving to grip their waist. The bench beneath them creaked from the weight and friction.

Jaleh broke the kiss, looking into Carmelita's eyes as they continued to grind against her. She gasped for air, her eyes glazed. With a sudden surge, Jaleh's vagina engorged into a rock-hard penis, rubbing the entrance to Carmelita's soft wetness. They felt a strange sense of power as their new appendage entered her.

Jaleh felt their new penis slide deeper into Carmelita, her eyes widening with shock and pleasure. She wrapped her legs around their waist, pulling them closer. The bench rocked under the force of Jaleh's thrusts.

"Oh fuck, Jaleh, it feels so good." Exclaimed Carmelita as she clutched the bench tightly. Jaleh watched themself pump in and out and focused on the feel the tight warmth of Carmelita's pussy around their new penis. The sensation was exhilarating and unfamiliar. They look down at their transformed body. Their hips were slightly narrowed, their shoulders were slightly wider, and their smooth torso and tiny tits has been replaced with a smooth, hard six pack.

The power they discovered was a marvel.

Jaleh experimented with moving their dick around inside Carmelita while they humped her, and her moans grew louder and more desperate. The bench squeaked with each thrust.

From somewhere else, Jaleh heard Suzie yell, "Holy shit!" and Molroman laugh with what seemed to be satisfaction.

Jaleh felt the tip of their cock brush against something firm within Carmelita, causing her to gasp and her nails to dig into the bench. Realizing they had found her g-spot with their cock, they pumped into Carmelita at a furious pace, the head of their dick rubbing against it with every thrust. She cried out. Her body writhed beneath them, lost in the overwhelming pleasure. The bench beneath them groaned with the intensity of their movements. Jaleh watched Carmelita's eyes roll back, her jaw slack open, her face go limp. She screamed in ecstasy as they hit her g-spot with unrelenting precision. Her body spasmed and her pussy clenched around their cock as she came. After being denied her pussy in favor of monstrosities with dicks for so long, Jaleh suddenly felt triumphant.

"Is this what you wanted, slut?" asked Jaleh, looking straight into the fallen nun's eyes, "Is this the way you like to get fucked, whore?" Carmelita's face contorted with what seemed to be a mix of pleasure and anger at the words. She dug her nails into the bench, and her pussy tightened around their cock. The room filled with the scent of sex and sweat.

As Jaleh held her shoulders down and pumped her harder and harder, Carmelita's body responded to the relentless pounding, her breathing becoming ragged as she approached another orgasm. The bench squeaked louder with each powerful thrust. Carmelita's moans crescendoed as their thrusts quickened, the bench groaning in protest. Jaleh watched as Carmelita's body tensed and she reached another powerful orgasm, her pussy clenching around their cock. Her moans fill the room, echoing off the walls. There was a loud "Crack!" underneath Carmelita and the foot end of the bench dropped a couple of inches.

"Shit, the nasty whores broke the bench," said Suzie.

"Who's whore are you now, Carmelita?" asked Jaleh, "Tell me who's whore you are."

Carmelita was panting heavily, sweat glistening on her skin. "Say it, whore, tell me," insisted Jaleh. With each powerful thrust, Carmelita's moans became more desperate. Her eyes locked onto theirs, and she whispered, "Yours, Jaleh. I'm your whore right now."

"That's right, bitch." said Jaleh. They forcefully pushed their tongue into Carmelita's mouth, claiming her with a deep, demanding kiss. She tasted of sex, and her body responded despite, or perhaps because of, the harshness of their words. Jaleh pulled out of her, leaving her panting and wet with desire. "Get on your knees slut, I want to take you doggy style."

Carmelita complied with the command, moving to her knees on the carpet, her ass in the air. Jaleh positioned themself behind Carmelita, lined up their cock with her wet pussy and thrust into her without warning. She cried out, her body arching back into theirs. Jaleh put their finger in her mouth and she sucked it gently, the sight of her submission feeding their desire. They felt a thrill of dominance, their cock still hard and demanding. They watched Carmelita's body as they pounded into her from behind, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.

They grabbed a tit with their other hand and felt the weight of her breast as they squeezed it firmly, her moans muffled by the finger in her mouth. Their eyes feasted on Carmelita's round, bouncing ass as they fucked her from behind. Her moans muffled around their finger, and they felt a new sense of power and control.

Jaleh withdrew their cock from Carmelita's pussy, and she whimpers at the sudden emptiness. They moved around to face her. "Suck my dick," they commanded.

Jaleh felt the wetness of Carmelita's mouth as she eagerly took their cock in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with each suck. They forced Carmelita's head back and forth, fucking her mouth roughly. She gagged around their cock, her eyes watering. Jaleh spent several minutes enjoying the novel pleasure of getting head with a dick, but they missed the sensation of getting their pussy licked, which was somehow both more subtle and more intense.

Almost by instinct, Jaleh commanded their body to shift and morph. Their cock retracted and your vagina reformed. Their hips widened, their shoulders narrowed, their six pack softened, and their perky little tits returned. Carmelita's eyes widened with shock and fascination as she stares at their new form. "Keep licking, slut," they ordered.

They pushed Carmelita's head back down to their pussy, now wetter than ever with their transformation. She eagerly licked and sucked, her eyes never leaving theirs. They felt the familiar tightening in their abdomen, signaling the approach of another orgasm. Carmelita's tongue flicked and circled their clit with newfound fervor, her previous inhibitions seemingly shattered. They felt the climax approaching, their thighs quivering around her face. Their body convulsed as Carmelita's furious tongue sent them over the edge into another glorious orgasm.

Jaleh sat up on the bench, the soft cushion beneath them now sticky with the remnants of their earlier fucking. They held Carmelita's face to their cunt, her eyes still wide with shock and arousal. Her tongue continued to work their clit, and they felt their second orgasm approaching.

Carmelita's tongue darted in and out of Jaleh's folds, lapping up their juices as they leaned back into the bench. Their moans filled the room, the incandescent light from everywhere and nowhere casting a glow on their sweat-drenched bodies. Her hands moved to grip their thighs, holding them in place as she devoured their pussy. The soft cushion beneath them squeaked with every rock of their hips. They felt the second orgasm building, threatening to consume them.

The room echoed with Jaleh's scream of pleasure as Carmelita's tongue continued to work their clit with unrelenting skill.

The second orgasm hit Jaleh, their body arching off the bench as Carmelita's tongue flicked over their clit with unrelenting precision. They screamed out their pleasure, the sound bouncing off the walls and adding to the passionate noises filling the room. Carmelita's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, her mouth still working on their clit even as their body shuddered with the aftershocks of their climax.

Jaleh's body morphed back into their male form, their cock growing hard once again as it pressed against Carmelita's face. She gasped in surprise, but quickly resumes her ministrations, her tongue flicking against their now-exposed shaft.

"Suck it," Jaleh ordered.

Carmelita, still on her knees, wrapped her lips around Jaleh's transformed cock, sucking eagerly. Jaleh felt the sticky bench beneath their ass and thighs. They leaned back on the bench, giving Carmelita more access to their cock as she eagerly sucked them off.

Jaleh felt a tightening in their abdomen, and their balls draw up as an orgasm began to build. Carmelita's eyes never left theirs, her mouth full of their cock.

Jaleh pulled their cock out of Carmelita's mouth and stood up, their cock glistening with Carmelita's saliva. They moved around to stand behind her, her ass still in the air.

They lined up their cock with Carmelita's wet pussy and thrust into her from behind. She cried out, her body arching back into theirs.

Jaleh felt their cock slick with Carmelita's juices as they bent over and grasped her full, round tits in their hands. She moaned around their cock, her body pushing back into them as they fucked her. They leaned forward, pressing their body against Carmelita's back. Their hands squeeze her breasts, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her.

Jaleh thrust into Carmelita with renewed vigor, her moans growing louder as she pressed back into them The bench groaned under the new force.

With a powerful roat, Jaleh came deep inside Carmelita, filling her with their hot seed. They felt the unfamiliar but exquisite sensation of their semen squirting inside a pussy. They could feel their cock pulse as they milked every drop into Carmelita.

Carmelita's body clenched around their cock. She collapsed onto the bench, her body trembling with the force of their release.

Jaleh collapsed as well. They felt the strange sensation of their transformed body now drained of its climax. Jaleh was used to the feelings of relaxation and sometimes even fatigue following an orgasm, but this was different. They were *spent*. It was as if their entire body was as drained as their balls. Jaleh wrapped their arms around Carmelita's waist, pulling her closer as they both tried to catch their breath. The broken bench beneath them was sticky with sweat and semen.

With a thought, Jaleh felt their body morph back to its female form, their body softening, their cock retracting, and their breasts becoming prominent once again. Carmelita's eyes widened with fascination as she felt the transformation against her own body. Jaleh could feel the warmth of Carmelita's body pressed against theirs as they both laid on the bench, trying to recover from the intense climax. The sweet and salty scent of sex filled Jaleh's nostrils.

Jaleh noticed Suzie staring at Carmelita and them with an odd blank expression. When Suzie caught their eye, she scowled and turned away quickly. Jaleh whispered into Carmelita's ear, "The stuck-up bitch is next."