What Have They Done to Me? Pt. 02 Ch. 01

Author's Note: This is the four-part sequel to "What Have They Done to Me?" (I recommend reading it first, though it's not necessary, since this chapter will provide the necessary background). It's the story of a heterosexual male college student who volunteers as a test subject for a cutting-edge genetic engineering company which can completely alter the human body. He thought they were going to transform him into an irresistibly desirable man so he could seduce any woman he wants. Instead, they turned him into a sexy young woman addicted to semen in order to prove to their investors that they can transform anyone into the perfect sex slave.

Warning: This chapter includes a very detailed scene depicting sexual activity which the main character would not normally engage in. Please do not read if you might find this upsetting.

There I was, deep within the Genetech facility, trapped in the body of a beautiful young woman, about to begin my new life as a helplessly obedient sex slave.

Just like yesterday, when the nurses were helping me get ready for my "date" with Dr. Roberts, Amberly had prepared a warm bubble bath for me to get washed up. As I lay there breathing in the unexpectedly comforting feminine fragrances of the bath oil, with my bountiful new breasts floating at the surface amidst the bubbles, the dramatic, life-changing events of the past few weeks flashed through my mind. The initial interview with Dr. Roberts and Dr. Reilly. The joyful phone call notifying me that I had been accepted as a test subject. Driving to the Genetech facility when the day finally came, thinking they were going to transform my body into that of a big, handsome, irresistibly desirable man. The day I woke up after the procedure and was horrified to find a beautiful, dainty young woman staring back at me in the mirror. Drinking that delicious purple juice, which I had found myself addicted to, day after day, oblivious to the nefarious seeds it was sowing. The fateful day they withheld the juice and I felt the craving in full force, then they declared their true intentions - that they had somehow made me physically and mentally addicted to semen. Finding myself so desperate to satisfy the craving that I had done the unthinkable and had given one of the orderlies a blowjob. And then another the next day, and another the day after that. And then, of course, came yesterday's encounter with Dr. Roberts in his quarters, where he took my virginity. And I had no choice but to begrudgingly go along with it, desperate as I was to satisfy the craving.

And now, in a matter of hours, I'd be taking my place as a sex toy for three of the company's most influential investors. I would be taken to their penthouse and was to provide them with a demonstration of the company's potential: the ability to transform any person - old or young, male or female, willing or unwilling - into a "smoking-hot, cum-crazed slut" as Dr. Reilly so eloquently put it.

I had been the perfect candidate for them. I know that now. I remembered how happy Dr. Reilly and Dr. Roberts seemed to be during that initial interview. I had just graduated college, I didn't have any future career plans, I didn't have a job, I didn't have a family, I didn't have any close friends - in other words, I could disappear and there would be no one who noticed or missed me enough to sound the alarm. And I walked right into their trap, willingly, of my own accord. To think that I had been so foolish as to believe that they were going to use this miraculous technology of theirs to transform me into a handsome hunk for nothing, solely so I could get laid. I suppose if it sounds too good to be true, it usually is.

Despite my predicament, I could still appreciate the irony of it all. I never had much respect for women, viewing them only as sex objects to be leered at and played with. I had never been a big hit with the ladies, though, so I wanted Genetech to make me so attractive that I could fuck any girl I wanted, any way I wanted (without having to pay for it like usual, that is). I aspired to be so hot, so sexy, so desirable, that I could have any woman wrapped around my finger and at my command. And then I could do anything I wanted to her, and she would gladly take it all for me, no matter how humiliating or vile. In other words, I wanted exactly what Genetech had turned me into, and now it looked like it would be me who would be subjected to those humiliating, vile things.

After a few minutes, Amberly returned to the bathroom where I was soaking in the tub. She was serving as Executive Assistant for the three men I would be joining soon at the penthouse, and it was her job to get me ready for them. I still couldn't get over how hot she was. She was about as tall as I was - or, at least, as tall as I had become - roughly five-feet four-inches, with long black hair tossed about a stunningly beautiful face. She wore glasses and a tight black miniskirt and silky white blouse which barely contained her wonderfully abundant breasts. She was exactly the kind of woman I had been desperate to fuck. It's what led me to the Genetech facility to begin with. And now, I didn't have anything to fuck her with. It's funny how bad I still wanted to see her naked despite the fact that, if I wanted to see a body like hers, all I had to do now was look in the mirror.

Amberly told me what she wanted me to do as she helped me get ready, and I went along with it. Even if I had felt like I had a choice, I didn't have the mental capacity to be defiant at the moment. I felt like I was still in a state of shock. Until this morning, I had been convinced that I was going to be given the antidote which would make the cravings go away, and that I was going to be released from the facility later today. I was pretty sure they were going to leave me with the body they had given me, at least temporarily, and I wasn't crazy about it, but I could live with it. What mattered was that I wouldn't have to do the kinds of things they had made me do with the orderlies and Dr. Roberts anymore. But unfortunately for me, that's not what happened. The shot Dr. Reilly gave me wasn't the antidote - it was a booster shot to make the cravings even worse. And later today, I was going to be delivered to three men who would be taking full advantage of it.

I think a part of me still didn't grasp the reality of what was in store for me. If I did, I don't think I would have been quite as calm as I was as Amberly guided me in scrubbing my naked new feminine body, shaving my legs, grooming my private area, drying my hair, and applying moisturizer to my soft, smooth, hairless skin. I did this all in front of her, my nakedness seeming not to phase her at all, though it still felt somewhat uncomfortable being in front of someone like that even if she did share the same parts and proportions as me. It was then that she handed me a pair of sheer pantyhose which I slid into and pulled up my body, marveling like yesterday at the pleasant, sensitive sensation of the nylon material wrapped so tightly over my freshly shaved legs. Once that was done, I once again found myself engaged in that most feminine of rituals as I sat on a stool while Amberly gave me a make-over. All the while, she talked, and eventually, the topic shifted to the company.

"Revenue projections are five billion for the first year," Amberly was saying as she was applying blush to my cheeks. The only thing I was wearing this whole time were the pantyhose, so my naked breasts were entirely exposed, but she seemed not to notice or care. "For starters, we have over a hundred pre-orders at ten million a pop." She giggled. "Just think of that, Erica - you are worth ten million dollars!"

She was obviously referring to perfectly beautiful and compliant sex slaves like me. I didn't share her enthusiasm and was just staring forward into space. I knew there was no point in complaining or objecting. The last few days had shown me definitively how I was completely and totally at Genetech's mercy. They could make me do whatever they wanted, and there was nothing I could do about it.

"We also have dozens of individuals from around the world who have been pre-approved and are willing to pay 100 million dollars to be able to turn back the clock and be given a young, healthy, sexy new body. We don't take anyone, of course," Amberly went on to explain. She had finished with the blush and was now applying lipstick to my pouty lips. "That would be far too risky. We only accept those who are in a position to assume a new identity, or else their circumstances make it easy for them to undergo a change like that without it becoming an issue and being noticed. It's a requirement. It would do us no good to have, say, an 80-year-old celebrity suddenly show up one day with the body of a 25-year-old and reveal to everyone who they are and what happened to them. Secrecy is paramount. Can you imagine what would happen if word got out that we have these kinds of capabilities? It would be a catastrophe. The pressure for the government to shut us down and seize our assets would be insurmountable. They'd want to replicate it - use it to cure diseases, save lives, heal injuries, correct disabilities... silly things like that. There also might be some... moral objections to what we're doing.

"That's why we only began undergoing Phase 1 testing on employees of Genetech," she said, referring to the process of transforming one's body into a sexy young man or woman. "And we only hire those who have minimal social and family connections and can leave their old lives behind without issue - in other words, people no one will miss when they disappear and become someone else."

People like me, I thought grimly to myself. I was once again reminded how no one was going to miss me or wonder what happened to me. The closest thing I had to friends were a bunch of guys my age scattered across the country who I'd play video games with online, who didn't even know my real name.

"Phase 2 testing has been much easier, believe it or not," Amberly continued, now referring to the procedure that can make one physically and mentally addicted to semen, as she began applying mascara to my eyelashes. "Even for those who underwent the treatments without their consent, we have little to worry about. The effects are very simple to reverse with the antidote and are medically undetectable, so we just sent them on their way once they had done their part and served their purpose. We knew the vast majority of them would find themselves hesitant to admit they spent a week or two absolutely desperate to suck dick and get fucked. And they must have known how ridiculous the truth would sound - that they fell prey to some group of mysterious scientists who had somehow developed a way to make a person addicted to semen. Sure, we have the occasional Phase 2 test subject who is particularly bitter and goes to the police, which then has no choice but to follow up. But these are always temporary testing sites which leave no evidence behind, and our Information Suppression Department is very effective at its job."

By then, Amberly had finished with my make-up and was now working some more on my hair. I didn't understand how a lowly executive assistant could be privy to so much sensitive information. I also didn't know why she was telling me all this, whether she was proud of the company's achievements and merely gloating, or whether she now considered me an insider - a part of the team, perhaps, who needs to understand the game I was now a part of. (I had the distinct impression that it was the latter, and as it turned out, I was right.)

It was then that I learned the unfortunate reality of my role in all of this. Now that they have perfected this technology, they were gearing up to begin full-scale production next year, Amberly explained. It wouldn't happen in the United States, of course. That would be impossible in the long-term due to aggravations like government regulators and news outlets and Congressional hearings. They would be operating overseas in a country where they wouldn't have to worry about prying eyes and pesky questions, where government officials could easily be bought off. But they needed more funding to move to this next stage.

That's where Sean, Tyler, and Corey came in - "the boys," as Amberly affectionately referred to them - three incredibly wealthy hedge fund managers who were enjoying their new big, muscular bodies given to them by Genetech but demanded more solid proof the company is able to deliver on its promises. Not only would they bring enormous sums of money to the table, but their support would inspire confidence among other investors as well.

"With your help, we are counting on billions of dollars in new funding, which will be more than enough to get us to full-scale production," Amberly said as she was running a brush through my lush, long brown hair. "We are counting on you, Erica."

Erica - that was the new name I had been given. It felt like it would take me a very long time to get used to answering to that. I wondered if they had given any thought to a last name, as if it mattered.

"I know you may not be too eager to assist us on your own. But, you need to keep something in mind - the nicer you are, the friendlier you are, the better you look, the better you treat them..." she concluded, "... the better they will treat you." And then, she added: "And the quicker they will be to help you satisfy your craving."

The craving - I was really feeling it by then, despite the fact that it wasn't even lunchtime. How quickly it had been intensifying since Dr. Reilly gave me the booster shot was extremely unsettling.

These last few days, I would always feel it when I woke up in the morning - a vague craving for that wonderfully refreshing, blissfully comforting feeling I initially got after drinking the purple juice. It's very hard to describe it. It wasn't like a buzz or high one would get from drinking alcohol or taking drugs - it was more like a feeling of deep fulfillment, of perfect satisfaction. It was like something had been missing, and its absence had been almost impossible to bear, and I was finally getting it again. The craving for it would intensify as the day went on, and it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. And I knew all I had to do to make it go away was to give one of the orderlies a blowjob and force myself to swallow. I didn't want to, but by late afternoon, it would be impossible to resist, knowing there was a way to get that feeling right there at my fingertips. It would simply wear me down.

I couldn't help but wonder how it worked - how they could alter a person's brain chemistry to make them crave something in such a way. A few days ago, Dr. Reilly and Dr. Roberts explained that they had developed the ability to make someone addicted to anything. It could have been any kind of commercial product, I suppose - a particular brand of cola, for example - but, because the procedure was so intensive, they would only ever be able to target a small number of people, and it wouldn't be worth it just to sell a few extra bottles of soda, so its uses were limited.

But making someone addicted to semen - now that had some interesting implications. And that was key to achieving their ultimate goal: being able to take any person and transform them into the perfect sexual companion for their clients. They already had the ability, apparently, to reengineer the human body - even alter a person's gender - but it wasn't enough. Just because they had transformed someone's body into that of a sexy young woman wouldn't mean she would automatically want to fuck a guy's brains out, which was obviously what he would be after. The company had originally set out to create a veritable "love potion" - something which would make a woman compelled to want to engage in sexual activity with a man. That went nowhere. But they found that making her addicted to semen would accomplish the exact same thing if he was the only source. There were only so many ways to get it into her bloodstream, after all, so the end result would be the same for him.

And it worked like a charm. These last few days were proof of that. I had done something I never would have done before - I sucked another man's dick willingly, of my own accord. I reluctantly pleasured him with my mouth, brought him to orgasm, and swallowed the entirety of his disgustingly warm, thick load - first Derek, then two different orderlies over the course of the following two days. I hate to admit it, but once I got past the initial shock of performing such an intimate act on a man, I found that the actual procedure itself wasn't so bad (until the end, that is). A part of me even somehow seemed to enjoy being able to make someone feel so good - but, with the knowledge that it had been a man, I refused to acknowledge it.

There were other ways to get it aside from sucking a guy's dick, of course. Dr. Roberts had made that clear yesterday. He had insisted I join him for dinner in his private quarters - my first "date" as a woman, as it was described - and I came there thinking he was just going to have me give him a blowjob like the others. But he wanted more - he wanted my virginity, and so he made me have sex with him. I still couldn't believe it had happened - that things had gone that far, and that I had gone along with it. The craziest thing about the encounter was how physically good it felt. The sexual pleasure I had experienced was beyond anything I had ever felt before. But, once again, the fact that I had experienced it with a man left me reeling.

I never would have done these things had it not been for the craving, which would build and build as the day went on. But this time, as Amberly was helping me get ready, was different. Something had changed since Dr. Reilly administered the booster shot earlier today. Even though it wasn't even lunchtime yet, the craving was quickly getting to be as severe as it had ever been, and there was no telling how much worse it was going to get. I would have given anything for one sip of the purple juice, even knowing it had semen diluted in it. But they wouldn't be administering any of that anymore, unfortunately. There was now only one way - or, I should say, two ways - I was going to get it.

At last, Amberly finished with my hair and helped me get dressed into the special outfit she wanted me to wear for my new "friends" - a sexy pink Playboy Bunny uniform. She had me step into the corseted strapless pink teddy, pulled it up my legs, and then zipped it up behind me. It was cut so high at the hip that it revealed the entire length of my long, beautifully-shaped legs. It was also skin-tight against the feminine curves of my waist and hips, and it pushed my breasts up spectacularly. In fact, it was too skin-tight, so much so that it was almost restricting my breathing. I couldn't imagine having to wear something like this for a prolonged period of time, though I doubted I would need to keep it on for very long, based on all that Amberly had told me.

I stood stone-faced as she put on the finishing touches - the cuffs, the collar, the bowtie, and then the prominent pink bunny ears. I felt utterly humiliated to be dressed in something like this, and all for a man's enjoyment. I also felt extremely exposed because of how tight the teddy clung to my body and how much of my legs and cleavage were showing. Just like yesterday, when I had to wear that revealing white dress Dr. Roberts had picked out for me, I was painfully aware of how much of my body was showing. I was also painfully aware of how much more would show if I didn't watch my movements very carefully and make occasional adjustments, and I felt an innate need to protect my private areas from unwanted stares.

Amberly had me step into a pair of pink high heels which I knew would beautifully articulate the shape of my legs and butt. The nurses had shown me yesterday how to walk in heels like these, though I found it to be just as challenging and uncomfortable as before. This whole time, I still felt dazed, like I was in a dream, and I obediently went through the motions and did as Amberly said. I don't think my brain was ready to come to grips with what was happening, and what was about to happen, so it just blocked it from my mind for the time being.

In the end, Amberly was scanning my body up and down, admiring her handiwork. She excitedly grabbed my hand and led me out of the bathroom into the room I had stayed in since the day I arrived at the Genetech facility. I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement from the feel of Amberly's skin against mine as she walked me hand-in-hand to the full-length mirror. Despite her complicity in what was happening, my attraction to her was undeniable. In reality, she was probably the hottest woman I had ever touched in my life. I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret - I was supposed to be fucking a woman like her, not becoming one of them.

But that's exactly what I was now looking at in the full-length mirror. Just like yesterday, after the nurses had gotten me ready for my reluctant liaison with Dr. Roberts, I couldn't believe how I looked. I had seen my reflection plenty of times over the past few days - sometimes, I'd spend several minutes at a time just examining myself through the mirror. But that was without make-up, my hair unkempt, my legs increasingly spiky, either naked or in a hospital gown. This was something different: my long, shapely legs shaved clean and wonderfully enhanced by the three-inch heels and sheer pantyhose I wore; my perfectly proportioned torso, with the curves of my hips, waist, and butt fully exhibited by the ultra-tight corseted bodysuit Amberly had put me in; my substantial breasts practically overflowing within the generously sized cups the uniform provided; and my stunningly gorgeous face, augmented by the make-up Amberly had expertly applied, as well as my beautifully styled long brown hair. Meanwhile, the accessories like the cuffs, collar, bowtie, fluffy white tail, and iconic bunny ears, not to mention little details like the cross-lacing at the hips, lent me an air of undeniably sexualized femininity. If I still had a dick, I'd have been able to jerk off to the sight of me in about 15 seconds.

"It's time," Amberly announced with a satisfied smile on her face. "They are just going to love you."

And with that, she led me out of the room. I wondered if I would ever come back here again. She opened the door and we began making our way through the deserted central corridor of the facility. We went in a direction I hadn't been yet, where an elevator awaited us at the end of a hallway. We stepped in and, with the push of a button, the doors closed behind us. There were a few seconds of vertical motion, and then the doors opened to a parking garage where an elegant black limousine was parked. Amberly opened the door for me and I entered the vehicle, then she climbed in and took her place across from me.

I just stared out the window at the familiar landscape as the limo navigated its way to the hotel where this next chapter of my life would begin to unfold. The anticipation and anxiety was beginning to hit me full force after I inevitably had a moment of clarity. Oh, God, I thought to myself as the reality of the situation finally dawned on me. My brain was finally beginning to entertain the notion of what was about to happen, of what was in store for me. I was going to be handed over to three big, strong men - three big, strong, horny men - who would have total and complete control over me. I would have to do whatever they told me to without question. I couldn't help but think of all the things I would have done to a helpless woman like me if I had such control over her like that. I would get very creative. And now, all those humiliating, uncomfortable, degrading things I might subject a woman to would be happening to me.

Oh, God, I thought once more, feeling a wave of dizziness.

"You might be tempted to try to escape," Amberly said at one point, finally breaking the weighty silence, as if she was able to read my mind. I had been contemplating just such a thing - maybe opening the door of the limo and bolting as soon as it stopped at a red light. "I'm afraid it simply isn't an option. During the transformation process, we installed a tracking chip so we are always able to know where you are." Amberly pulled out her smartphone and tapped the screen. "Best of all, it has the ability to do this."

It was at that moment that I experienced it - what felt like an intense jolt of electricity that seemed to originate from deep within my brain. I yelped, bringing my hand to my head. It was unpleasant enough that I never wanted to feel it again.

"We can control it through a simple smartphone app. It's also set to go off automatically nonstop if your proximity to a device with the app installed exceeds the thresholds we've set. It's kind of like an invisible fence that keeps a dog from straying too far from its owners or getting into places it shouldn't be."

A dog - that's what Amberly was comparing me to.

A dog with owners.

Oh, God, I thought once again. This can't be happening.

"Even without the tracking chip, though, escape would be useless," Amberly added. "Even if you did manage to get away, you would still need to satisfy the craving. There isn't a hospital in the world that could help you. And then you would be left to your own devices. You'd have to spend all your time finding guys to hook up with, to fuck you or let you blow them. I can only imagine the unpleasant scenarios and trouble you could find yourself in. And the men you encounter might not treat you as well as the ones we are setting you up with." She giggled once again. "They might not be quite as good-looking, either. With us, you're only getting the best."

It took nearly a half hour for the limo to make its way to the city limits. I just continued to stare out the window as the buildings passed by. A combination of fear, anxiety, and nervous anticipation were churning within me, mounting with every mile that brought us closer to our destination. I had no idea what was going to become of me when we got to the hotel, although I had an idea.

By the time we arrived, the craving was stronger than it had ever been before. It felt like I couldn't take it anymore. I was positively desperate to satisfy it. If a man had been seated right there next to me, I probably wouldn't even need to be told to do it. I probably would have shamelessly done it all on my own. I was so desperate for it that I would have frantically unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants and taken his dick into my mouth, all on my own - not because I wanted to, but because I had to, just to get that wonderful feeling of satisfaction and relief when his semen finally hit my bloodstream.

The limousine made its way into the loading dock area behind the hotel and Amberly exited first, opening the door for me. "Come with me, Erica," she said, offering me her hand once again.

Reluctantly, I accepted Amberly's hand and got out, knowing I had no choice but to accept and meet my fate. It was the first time I had been outside since the day I arrived at the facility, but such was the hopelessness of my predicament that it wasn't anything I was able to enjoy, and being dressed as provocatively as I was in public introduced me to a new level of mortification, embarrassment, and vulnerability. Thankfully, there was no one else around.

I followed Amberly into the building, first through a quiet storage area and then through a temporarily deserted kitchen and, finally, to what looked to be a private employees-only elevator. We got in and it sped up to the topmost floor then opened to a long carpeted hallway.

No words were exchanged between us and I felt sluggish and dizzy as I made my way down the hallway beside Amberly. I was still struggling from the unfamiliarity of walking in high heels, taking short strides and repeating over and over to myself, "heel to toe, heel to toe, heel to toe." It became almost like a mantra, the mindless rhythm and repetition providing some relief from the nervous anticipation that continued to build and build, seemingly without limit.

At last, we were in front of a set of ornate double doors with a scanner above the doorknob. Amberly pulled a key card out of her purse, scanned it, turned the knob, and pushed the door open, obviously waiting for me to enter first. I did so, and I found myself in the living room area of an expansive, sprawling, richly decorated hotel suite. And standing there amidst the couches and armchairs were three big, tall men. They were all dressed business-casual - slacks and perfectly fitted button-down shirts - two with their sleeves rolled up to reveal their thick, hairy forearms. They all shared the same sturdy, masculine build - wide across the shoulders, narrow at the waist, with the fabric of each one's shirt somewhat straining against the mass of his arms and chest. I could tell that women would probably agree all three were very good-looking with the same kind of jet-black hair and chiseled jawlines. One had a neatly short-trimmed beard; one was completely clean-shaven; one had a subtle dusting of five o'clock shadow. All three seemed to have been engaged in conversation until their attention shifted to me at once as I entered. They stood there with satisfied smiles forming on their faces as they wordlessly scanned my body up and down, looking at me expectantly. I couldn't help but feel a potent wave of self-consciousness as my body was subjected to such greedy, probing, protracted attention.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment. I stood frozen, too frightened to move. The absolute silence of the room was suddenly broken by the sound of the door closing behind me, which instantly made me jump. After a few seconds, Amberly grabbed my hand and began to lead me farther into the room until the two of us stood mere feet away from the three men. They continued to eyeball me up and down hungrily as we approached. I felt like a piece of meat about to be thrown to a pack of wild animals frenzied with hunger.

Then again, I guess in some ways, that's exactly what was about to happen.

"Boys, allow me to introduce you to Erica," Amberly said. "Erica, this is Sean," she began, starting with the clean-shaven one; "Tyler," the one with the beard; "and Corey," she finished, motioning toward the remaining one with the five o'clock shadow.

"Nice to meet you, Erica," Sean said, taking a step forward to close the distance between us. All three had the same smug expressions on their face as I just stood there, helpless, feeling more vulnerable than I had ever felt in my life.

"Tell me something, Erica," Tyler said, taking a step forward as well, his mouth curling into a shit-faced grin. It reminded me of the way Derek had looked at me a few days ago. "Is there something we can... help you with?"

It was obvious what he was referring to. And I knew there was no point denying it. The craving had reached a level of intensity it had never reached before. I had been a little distracted as we made our way through the hotel, but it was now descending upon me full force, overcoming any desire I had for defiance. I didn't want to do it, but I had no choice. I couldn't wait another minute than was absolutely necessary. At that moment, I would have done anything to relieve it.

And so I nodded.

Corey took a step forward himself so that all three of them were now circled around me, barely an arm's distance from where I was standing. They were towering over me, an all-powerful presence. It was at that moment that Amberly took a few steps back, giving us room. "Please, Erica," Corey said, joining in on their teasing, "Tell us what it is that you need."

I couldn't believe this was happening. It was bad enough that I found myself in this situation, and even worse was the fact that they were going to make me say it. But the intensity of the craving was such that I would do anything - anything at all - to make it go away.

"Your cum," I said under my breath, deciding just to be honest and blunt. It was the first time I had spoken since my meeting with Dr. Reilly this morning. My voice was weak with dejection and shame. I hated myself for saying it, and I immediately shifted my gaze down to the floor in defeat, unable to meet them in the eyes.

"What's that?" Tyler said, motioning toward his ear in an exaggerated fashion to indicate he hadn't heard me. "We didn't quite catch that."

I took a few deep breaths to steady myself. I had no choice but to play along. I wanted to be defiant, to tell them to go fuck themselves, to spit at their feet. Instead, I cleared my throat, and spoke with more strength this time. "Your cum."

"How bad do you want it?"

I hated them for prolonging it in such a way and humiliating me so thoroughly, but I complied all the same.

"Really bad," I said, practically whimpering, because it was true. I did want it really bad. Or rather, I didn't want it - I didn't want it at all - but I needed it.

I could see in my peripheral vision that all three men were now looking at each other appraisingly, as if to decide whether this display of submission and desperation was enough for them.

It wasn't.

"It sounds like you want us to... give it to you," Corey said. "Is that right?"

I took a deep breath, and nodded.

"You want us to give it to you bad, don't you?"

I nodded once again.

"But, if you want it so bad," Corey went on, "then why aren't you... begging for it?"

I sighed. It was obvious that they were going to continue to draw this out until I thoroughly demonstrated the extent to which I was surrendering to them, the extent to which I was under their control. I was scrambling to try and think of what I would have wanted a woman to say to me, what I would have wanted a woman to do for me.

I knew what I had to do. And so, although I hated myself for it even more than before, I reluctantly lowered myself to my knees before them. I looked up and saw all three sets of eyes glued to me, and then I clasped my hands in front of me, as if in prayer.

"Please," I began. By now, I was so desperate for it that I was willing to subject myself to whatever shameful degradation they wanted. This whole time, I knew Amberly was there, just outside my field of vision, watching all this unfold. I could only imagine how pleased she was by my performance. "Please give it to me. Please."

I could tell that this act of submission was having an effect on all three of them. They were looking at me with an added glean of eagerness, and I could tell their breathing was deepening.

"I want it bad," I went on to say. "I want it so bad." There were another few seconds of silence, but I could tell from their increasingly excited breaths that it was working - it was turning them on even more than they already were. "I'll do anything," I added, practically whimpering. Such was the state I was in that this was not exactly an exaggeration. "Anything."

They were once again looking at each other in contemplation, then Sean finally broke the silence.

"Are you going to be a good little girl for us?" he asked.

I paused for a moment, then nodded. I was trying my best to look at them like a needy puppy-dog, which I thought from personal experience might have an added effect.

"Say it."

I didn't want to, but I did it all the same.

"I'll be a good little girl for you," I reluctantly stated.

Sean's smile widened. Then, it seemed to be Corey's turn.

"Are you going to be a... filthy little slut for us?" he asked.

I paused again, then nodded.

"Say it."

It took me a few seconds to build up the nerve to bring myself to say the words. "I'll be... a... filthy little slut for you."

"What I want to know..." Tyler added, interrupting, "... is whether or not you want us to make you our bitch."

Once again, I nodded, and this time, I didn't need to be told to say the words. "I want you to make me your bitch." They were continuing to look down at me, so I finally added, out of meek desperation, "Please don't make me wait any longer."

Sean took a step forward and offered me his hand. I took it, and then he pulled me to my feet.

"Well, boys," he said. "You heard the lady."

And with that, Sean took me by the hand and began leading me away with Corey and Tyler following.

Looking back, that first encounter in the hotel suite was a bit of a blur. It happened so fast, and progressed so rapidly, and it was so... what's the word... intense... that moments tended to blend into one another. If you don't want to know what happened, then I recommend you skip a few pages, because I kind of feel compelled to describe it.

It began with Sean leading me by the hand into a spacious bedroom which was dominated by a king-size bed with lush, elaborately decorated bedding and ornate wooden furniture scattered around it. I felt dazed, like I was in a dream. I remember hearing the door close behind us and then, in a matter of seconds, Sean had let go of my hand, turned around, and pounced. His mouth immediately found mine and, for the second time in two days, I found myself kissing another guy. (I suppose saying it like that - "another guy" - seems silly. After all, in what way was I a guy these days? Nevertheless, that's still how I saw it at the time.)

But anyway, there I was, making out with Sean in the middle of the bedroom. He didn't ease me into it like Dr. Roberts did, and I don't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Instead, his kisses were frenzied and impatient from the very beginning, his tongue combatively wrestling with mine, his lips feverishly engaging my own. Knowing full well what would be expected of me, I made an effort to respond a bit with my own lips and tongue, to show I was willingly participating at least to some extent, just like it had been with Dr. Roberts. In those first few seconds, Sean immediately pulled me into his arms and, either out of habit or a sense of obligation, I followed suit. I placed one hand on his upper arm and the other around his waist, thus feeling the sturdiness of his huge, imposing, masculine figure before me. Sean's own hands were everywhere, feeling every inch of me that he could reach, seeming to savor the soft, feminine curves of my body snug beneath the smooth material of my skin-tight Playboy Bunny uniform.

Just like yesterday, although the experience of being kissed by a man was entirely alien to me and gross on principle, it wasn't exactly unpleasant. It was actually somewhat enjoyable if I tried to forget about the fact that I was being kissed by a guy. To my chagrin, however, it would always be very hard to escape that reality. He was so much taller than I was, and the fact that he was taking the lead like I would have done, and how aggressively he was kissing me, not to mention the masculine fragrance of his aftershave or cologne, made it very difficult to try and pretend like I was kissing a woman. But just like yesterday, I was trying to maintain that illusion to some extent.

I could sense the other two men closing in on me, and then I felt their hands on me as well, grabbing and squeezing the feminine softness of my body like it was theirs to do with as they pleased - like I was nothing to them but an object to be enjoyed. No part of me seemed to be off limits. One of them was immediately groping my breasts while the other was running his hand up and down my thighs. I had to throw any sense of modesty, privacy, and humility I might have had right out the window. Sean's own hands quickly made their way to the soft roundness of my butt, pulling me tighter into him, and it was then that I felt what seemed to be the hardness of his arousal, hidden beneath his pants. Normally, I would have been horrified and repulsed, but I came to the immediate realization that this would be the source of what would finally make the dreaded craving go away, so I promptly got to work. Although I didn't want to, I reached down, hoping to find it ready.

I could feel it clearly - the excited stiffness of Sean's erection - straining against the fabric of his pants, and I was so desperate to satisfy the craving that I immediately sought to release it. It was almost like my body was on autopilot, acting of its own accord. I was hoping I'd be able to get to it right away and tend to it uninterrupted, so I abruptly began fumbling with his belt buckle and then unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. I couldn't believe I was doing such a thing, like I was his horny girlfriend, eager to please him, unable to keep my hands off him. I'm sure it looked that way to him, but for me, it wasn't that at all - it was just an act of necessity. It was something I had to do in order to get what it was that I needed. I distinctly remembered Dr. Reilly's words the other day - how the "end result" would be the same, "for the man, at least." She wasn't kidding, I thought to myself, as I reluctantly pawed at Sean's junk.

I had it within seconds - his belt was unbuckled, his pants were open, my hand was in his briefs, and I could feel the coarseness of his pubic hair and the naked mass of his hardened cock against my hand. Without a second thought, I immediately wrapped my hand around the shaft and began to stroke it. Here it was - the thing that would make the craving go away at last. I was just about to do it - I was just about to drop to my knees and then take it into my mouth, just like I had done with the orderlies. Unfortunately, however, they weren't going to make things quite so easy for me.

Instead, I was wildly spun around to face one of the others. And there was Tyler, pulling me into his arms and kissing me just like Sean had done. Sean, meanwhile, briefly moved away from me, apparently to continue the work of shedding his clothes which I had started. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I found myself frustrated all of a sudden when he had moved far enough away from me that his penis was out of reach, and it was now obvious that I had to start over with a new one. As Tyler started making out with me - he was doing it less artfully than Sean, I might add, and was practically shoving his tongue down my throat - I suddenly felt Corey move in behind me, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me against him. I could feel the firmness of his own eager arousal pressed up against me from beneath his slacks. And then his mouth engaged my neck and his lips began setting off explosions of tingles that I couldn't help but find pleasant, delaying and temporarily distracting me.

It was at that moment that I felt someone's hand - I wasn't quite sure whose - once again exploring above the nylon material of my pantyhose. It was burrowing its way between my legs and then rubbing me over the gusset of my bodysuit, which I found to be unexpectedly pleasurable, especially as Corey was continuing to kiss my neck. I could feel the same warm wetness as yesterday building up inside me as my body responded to what was happening. Once again, it was like my womanly biology was preparing itself for them - ready to welcome one of them inside of me, obvious as it was that that's where this was headed.

But it was Tyler who was now in possession of my full attention, his mouth devouring mine, so I decided to start over with him. I guided my hand to his crotch and found that, unlike Sean, he wasn't entirely hard yet. This inspired a totally unexpected feeling of disappointment in me, knowing it would need to spring to life and be fully hardened to get what I needed. And so I immediately began rubbing him over his pants, knowing the effect this would have had on my body if I was still a man and a woman had been doing that to me. I marveled at how quickly I felt his penis stiffen and grow from my seemingly enthusiastic attention, and then I immediately began fumbling with his own belt just as I had done with Sean in order to get at what was barely contained beneath.

It was at that point that I felt a sudden moment of panic as Corey's hand found the zipper of the bodysuit and began to lower it. I knew the zipper was all that was keeping the tight teddy secured and covering my precious feminine body, which I still felt an innate need to protect. Tyler was continuing to make out with me passionately during this, and then - once the zipper had been lowered all the way - Corey began guiding it down my body, spilling my big, beautiful breasts out of the cups. Tyler's mouth abruptly drifted down my body and found them immediately, and he started sucking and licking my sensitive, unexpectedly hardened nipples. Just like it had been with Dr. Roberts, I couldn't believe how good this felt. The intense tingling sensation his mouth was inspiring seemed to consume my entire conscious awareness.

During this, I could sense that Sean was still nearby - it was somewhat difficult to keep track of them at the time since I had my eyes closed, but it must have been Sean, since Tyler was still holding me against him and I could still feel Corey's cock pressed against my butt. Sean was seeming to finally make progress at freeing himself of the last of his clothes - shirt, pants, shoes, briefs, everything. Then Corey seemed to move away from me, too, and I sensed him unbuttoning his own shirt before letting it fall to the ground behind him. All the while, I was still desperately trying to open Tyler's pants to access what bulged beneath. I began pushing his pants down his legs to get at his now fully stiffened penis, once again intending to drop to my knees as soon as it was free. But, just like before, I was rotated wildly once again, and now it was Corey's mouth I was experiencing. And then he pulled my slender body tightly against his now shirtless bare frame, and I could feel my soft, naked breasts pressed against his firm, hairy chest.

Tyler was still so close that I could feel his naked cock, which I had released at last a moment ago, brushing and poking against my hips. I had been making such progress with him and was reluctant to start over with this new man in front of me, so I didn't shift my attention to Corey just yet. Instead, I decided to continue working on Tyler, so I reached behind me and wrapped my hand around his naked shaft and stroked it steadily. Corey, meanwhile, was continuing to guide the now loosened pink bodysuit down my torso as he made out with me. Once it was past the womanly curve of my hips, it fell the rest of the way to the floor and ended up bunched around my ankles. Corey began enjoying my breasts with his own mouth and then began kissing his way farther down my nude torso. And then, as his lips approached my midriff, I felt his hands slide into and underneath my pantyhose, and now those were being pushed down as well, although this proved to be slower work due to how tight they were.

I felt another set of hands helping to push down my pantyhose, and then there was Sean, entirely naked by now, moving in so close to me that I could feel his still-hardened dick poking against me. I gave up on Tyler's - he was working on his own clothes now and moving too much for me to make any more progress - and Corey was still working on the pantyhose, kissing the naked skin of my thighs as he uncovered them, so I reached for Sean's, hoping to pick up where I had left off earlier. The moment my hand touched it, I felt a shift - it seemed like he was impatient to reclaim me, and I felt myself drawn against him now, and then he was kissing me once again. Neither of the other two guys seemed to mind; Tyler was concentrating on getting naked at last, and Corey was continuing to kiss my body up and down as he continued the work of guiding my pantyhose down to my ankles.

It was surreal, finding myself encircled by these three men towering above me, passing me back and forth as their clothing continued to be shed, revealing more and more of their powerful, masculine bodies. As for me, my pantyhose were now bunched around my ankles just as the bodysuit was, and I was entirely nude. My sexy, feminine form was now helplessly exposed to them, theirs for the taking. I was feeling their hands everywhere - groping, squeezing, pinching, caressing every inch of my soft, smooth, hairless skin, thoroughly exploring the feminine shape of my legs, hips, waist, butt, and breasts. I had to let go of this instinctive need I initially felt to keep myself covered and to safeguard my private areas from uninvited attention. Such instincts were now, of course, futile.

My eyes were closed this entire time, and all around me was the erotic symphony of their eager ecstasy - their excited breaths and impatient moans, mixed in with the distinctive sound of clothing being shed and hands brushing against my skin. As the last of their clothing was removed, I found myself feeling and experiencing more and more of the firm curvature of their big, muscular bodies, and I was painfully aware of the unyielding force of their hardened, expectant cocks all around me, like loaded rifles pointed at me. I could feel at least one of them at any given moment, either in my hand or poking or brushing against me. I couldn't believe this was happening - that I was the subject of such ferocious lust, such intensely eager masculine attention, feeling these men's hot breath and wet mouths against my smooth, supple skin. I had no choice but to continue to play along as I was repeatedly frustrated in my attempts to get what I needed to make the craving go away once and for all.

It was obviously progressing very rapidly now, and before I knew it, all three men were fully naked. I remember being surprised at how comfortable they seemed being around each other like that. At last, I felt one of them grab my hand - I opened my eyes finally and saw that it was Sean, who still had possession of me at the time - and he began leading me in the direction of the bed. For a moment, I had a clear view of his perfectly sculpted naked physique. Unsurprisingly, he was built just like Dr. Roberts and the orderlies had been, and I would soon come to find that so were Tyler and Corey - wide shoulders, powerful chests, bulging arms, chiseled abs, and brawny legs, each with his own distinctive abundance of body hair contributing to his aura of unrivaled manliness. They were the epitome of masculine perfection, with the kind of body I desperately wanted to have when I put myself at the mercy of Genetech. At the time, all I wanted was to be able to attract the sexiest, most beautiful women. Instead, I had been transformed into one.

Sean continued to lead me toward the bed, and the other two, apparently, were willing to let me go - for now, anyway. I was only able to take comically tiny steps since, in their haste, the boys had left my pantyhose and bodysuit wrapped around my ankles, and my feet were still clad in the three-inch heels I had arrived in. It felt acutely awkward and uncomfortable to be naked and moving in such a way, as I was painfully aware of how exposed my butt was to the other two men. Was it a feeling of vulnerability from having such a private, intimate part of me subject to their attention? Or could it have been an innate sense of self-consciousness that my body might not measure up to their expectations? I didn't know what it was at the time, but it felt like it might have been both.

I allowed myself to be guided into bed, dazed as I was and increasingly impatient to be freed of the craving, and also well aware of how futile any resistance would be on my part. I couldn't help but feel frightened, not knowing exactly what they were going to do or how they were going to do it, and worried they weren't going to be as gentle as Dr. Roberts had been. They were so much bigger and stronger than I was, after all, easily twice my size on their own, with more strength in one arm than I had in my entire body. This sense of powerlessness was magnified exponentially by the fact that there were three of them.

Such was my concern that I spoke at last to make one simple request. "Please don't be rough," I said, meeting Sean's eyes.

He smiled. "Never," he replied. And then he immediately started kissing me full force, and I soon ended up on my back as he was on top of me, his imposing weight bearing down upon me.

Once again out of a force of habit, or maybe just from needing to hold on to something or feel the comforting embrace of another human being, I found myself wrapping my arms around him, quickly becoming well acquainted with the firm curvature of his manly body. There was barely any room between us for his rigid, unyielding erection, which was flush from his excitement and an ever-apparent presence, pressed against my body. As he made out with me, I could feel one of the other men slipping off my high heels and then finally pulling the teddy and pantyhose past my feet. I suddenly felt a moment of ridiculous embarrassment - I realized I still had the bunny ears on, not to mention the cuffs and bowtie. They must like the way I look with nothing on but those, I thought grimly to myself.

My eyes were closed again, and I wasn't quite sure what the other two were doing - probably just watching and waiting, I assumed - but it was obvious that Sean was going to be the first to take me. I felt him pushing himself away from me, and my eyes opened and briefly met his again. He was staring at me with a look of pure, animalistic lust. He was kneeling before me, having spread my legs apart just enough for him, and his dick was pointed toward my most private, feminine area. His was intimidatingly, distressingly big, though this was hardly surprising - every man I had encountered who had their bodies transformed by Genetech were extremely well endowed.

Sean began running the tip of his engorged manhood up and down my labia, and it was only then that I noticed how swollen these parts of me had become. They were also extremely sensitive to the feel of the smooth tip of his penis moving up and down them like that. I couldn't deny how good this felt. I also realized my breathing had become heavy, like I had just gone for a jog and was struggling to catch my breath. I wondered at this - it wasn't like anything I had been doing was particularly strenuous. But then I remembered yesterday, when the unwelcome thought of Derek bending me over that bed and fucking me had left me in a state of unwilling, involuntary arousal. And I knew what it was - it was my newly feminized body responding to what was happening on its own. It was like my body wanted this, though my conscious mind wasn't quite so eager.

Finally, I felt the indescribable sensation of Sean sliding his cock into the warm wetness of my body. He did this slowly, burying the entire length of it inside of me - I couldn't believe how my insides just seemed to give way for him. And then he paused for a few seconds once he had filled my body with his own, as if to savor it. Meanwhile, my eyes rolled back into my head and then drifted closed. Just like yesterday, the pleasurable intensity was almost too much to bear. I couldn't hold it back, no matter how much I might have wanted to, and a long, low, drawn-out groan escaped me. And then, as Sean pulled back and began to thrust, I immediately began moaning with every drive of his body.

It was such a strange thing, to have such sounds coming out of me like this. It was like I was having the first bite of a wonderful meal that was so unexpectedly delicious that I couldn't help but let out an involuntary moan. Except in my current circumstances, it was as if that meal had been delivered to me by my worst enemy. Yesterday, it took all the concentration I had to keep myself quiet as Dr. Roberts made love to me - I simply did not want to let on how good it felt - until it had reached the point where I couldn't contain it anymore. Today, I decided it just wasn't worth the effort, so I didn't even bother trying, and it just spilled out of me. What difference does it make? I thought to myself. It's not like it's going to change anything. I also knew from personal experience that these thoroughly feminine noises might even make him cum faster, which obviously had certain benefits for me. I had always appreciated those kinds of noises, although I knew of them only from pornographic videos - no woman I had been with ever sounded that way for me.

And so there I was, laying on my back, as Sean fucked me in the bedroom of the penthouse. For the second time in two days, I had a man inside of me, naked on top of me, pumping away at my body. He was driving into me at a steady pace, his arms to either side of me, steadying himself in his work. I found myself clinging to him once again, just like before - it somehow felt like I needed to be holding him in such a way - and he was so close that I could feel his hot breath against my face. At one point, he leaned in close and began to kiss me, but the pleasure and intensity I was experiencing was such that I couldn't concentrate on kissing him back, even had I wanted to. He seemed to give up after a minute, or maybe he just wanted to get a clear view of my body, and so he pushed himself farther away from me, and began thrusting even harder.

I couldn't believe how good it felt - much better than anything I had ever experienced before, even when I had been having sex with a girl. It didn't seem fair that women were capable of experiencing such pleasure. Was this how all women are, I wondered, or was this just a byproduct of the transformation process? I guessed I'd never know.

It was around that time that I suddenly heard Sean's voice. "You love that, don't you, baby?" he said. "You just love it when I fuck you."

My feeble moaning was my only response.

"Take it, baby," Sean then said, as if for no other purpose but to taunt me. "Take it like a good girl. You want to be a good girl for me, don't you?" And then: "Who's my bitch, baby? Who's my sexy, slutty, naughty little bitch?"

This kind of talk continued, but I wasn't paying much attention. It was a good thing he didn't seem to be expecting a response, because at the moment, I was barely capable of conscious thought, let alone talking. And anyway, his questions seemed to be rhetorical, so I kept quiet - except, that is, for the groans and whimpers that continued to escape me, seemingly incontrovertible proof of the fact that I wasn't entirely minding what was happening right now. And eventually, Sean's words drifted off and were replaced by his own moans and satisfied grunts as he savored the experience of fucking me.

All the while, the pleasure was continuing to build, just like yesterday. I suddenly wondered if I would end up experiencing an orgasm like I did with Dr. Roberts. I didn't mind that - I didn't mind that at all. It was the best thing by far about that encounter. I was actually kind of looking forward to it. That's how good it was, like nothing I had ever experienced in my life before that. I could feel it coming - like I was in a swift-moving river approaching a waterfall, and I knew nothing would prevent my plunge so long as I stopped trying to swim against the current. And so I wasn't trying to fight it at all - instead, I was floating on my back, allowing the gentle current to take me closer and closer to the edge.

It was then, however, that I was aware of something - a disturbance. It felt like one of the others - Tyler or Corey - was climbing onto the bed next to me. I could feel the mattress shifting from the weight of his body bearing down upon it. I briefly managed to open my eyes and turn my head slightly, and then I saw him - it was Corey, and he immediately leaned in and began making out with me full force just like Sean had been doing a couple minutes ago. My eyes closed again as he frantically kissed my helplessly lethargic, moaning mouth. I realized that I didn't hate the way it felt to have Corey's tongue engaging my own at the moment - if only it had been a woman's, I remember thinking to myself - as I was drifting closer and closer toward my orgasm. It's hard to describe, but I almost felt desperate to have something for my tongue to do, and I was actually enjoying it, inadvertently wrestling his with mine. Despite the temporary distraction of Corey's arrival, I allowed my thoughts to wander, feeling myself drifting ever closer to the edge. Here it comes, I realized.

But it was at that moment that something else happened which would utterly distract me and seize my full attention.

Corey's mouth had finally disengaged - such was the state I was in that I was hardly even aware of it - but I could feel another disturbance to the mattress, and I could sense Corey rising onto his knees next to me. I barely managed to open my eyes once again to confirm it out of a matter of curiosity, and I saw that's exactly what he had done. He was now kneeling upright a couple feet away from me, his long, thick cock sticking straight out. And what happened next overwhelmed me with profound trepidation like I had never experienced before. All of a sudden, Corey was approaching me on his knees, his dick getting distressingly closer and closer to my face until he was right there next to me, and then, to my utter shock and dismay, he swung one leg over to the other side of my body and climbed on top of me, trapping me beneath him. Now, he was towering above me, his knees to either side of me, the weight of him bearing down upon my upper torso, making it harder to breathe, and his cock was now hovering above me, his hairy testicles brushing up against my lips and chin.

My eyes bulged as I finally realized his intention and began to fully appreciate the desperation of my predicament. Oh, God, I thought to myself - he's going to fuck my face.

And that's exactly what he did.

Corey shifted his body in order to pull back a bit and adjusted his position so his hardened penis was now pointed directly at my mouth, the smooth tip briefly pressing against my soft lips. And then he leaned forward, and it was now boring its way between my lips into my helpless mouth. The way my head was positioned - pinned against the pillow - made me absolutely powerless to do anything about it, and the heavenly fury of Sean's fucking made it impossible for me to even attempt to clamp my mouth shut in order to stymie Corey's efforts like I might have done. Corey slid his dick farther and farther into my mouth until it was so deep that my eyes teared up, but then I was delivered a momentary sense of relief as he began pulling it out of me, as if he had second thoughts. It was short-lived, however, because there it was again, plunging into the warm, tight wetness of my mouth. Back and forth he began to pump, gently, steadily, my mouth providing all the friction he needed, and Corey began to moan and grunt exactly the way Sean was doing.

My own moans were now ending in my throat, stifled by the relentless presence of Corey's cock filling up my mouth. Except for his initial entrance, he went easy on me at first, thrusting only a tiny bit into my mouth so that little more than the tip of his manhood were passing my lips. But that, too, was short-lived. It was almost like he was giving me a chance to get used to it, making sure I was capable of handling it, before he gradually started driving into me full-force. And then it was exactly how it had been when Derick had grabbed hold of my head that one time, holding it in place as he drove his cock into my mouth and throat, controlling the movement with his hips. But this was somehow worse - with Derek, at least, I had the freedom of open air behind me, whereas now I was helplessly positioned against the pillow and the bed. My eyes teared up even more and saliva was now building up at an uncontrollable pace as my gag reflex was occasionally triggered by his thrusts. My discomfort must have been evident, because all of a sudden, Corey pulled back a bit and gave me a few seconds' reprieve, allowing me to swallow some of the spit that had built up and gasp for breath before he once again resumed his heartless pumping.

My eyes were shut tight and I began doing exactly what Dr. Reilly had recommended that very first day - I concentrated on breathing. I was still conscious of the pleasure being delivered to the lower part of my body as Sean continued to fuck me. But, unlike before, I wasn't able to enjoy it as much, what with the added discomfort of having Corey's cock driving into my mouth and throat. Corey seemed to settle into a rhythm of thrusting followed by a momentary reprieve, allowing me to swallow excess saliva and catch up on breath, and it was taking all my concentration to simply bear it, to cope.

"Take it, slut," I heard Corey say above me. "What a good little slut you are."

There I was, with two different guys inside of me - being fucked in two different openings, by two different men, all at once. I couldn't help but remember all the videos I had seen in which this very thing was happening to a woman, and how I relished the way her body was being used, and I actually enjoyed thinking about any ensuing discomfort and distress she may have been experiencing.

Karma, I suppose, can be a bitch.

I don't know how long this went on for - it couldn't have been more than a couple of minutes, thankfully - but all of a sudden, I was aware of the mounting moaning and grunting of both men, and I knew the end was in sight. Only a little bit longer, I thought to myself. Just hang in there.

"Fuck, that's good," I heard Corey say above me. "Fuck."

And behind him, I could hear Sean's voice, too: "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck!"

And then their moaning was simultaneously reaching a dramatic crescendo. I was suddenly aware of a mounting feeling of anticipation, almost like excitement. It came from knowing the craving was about to be relieved and that this shockingly intense experience was about to be over. But there was something else at play, too - knowing that both of these men were about to be at the height of their pleasure, and it was all because of me. It was almost like the pleasure they were experiencing was contagious, and I found this notion to be unexpectedly satisfying - the fact that they were feeling so good and that it was thanks to me. I was horrified by this realization, and sought to ignore it, but it was there nonetheless.

When it happened, it happened within moments of each other. Their greatest moans yet escaped them both, and I felt Sean pause suddenly, the entirety of his cock buried deep inside my body, and I felt it contract as he came inside of me at last. It was at that moment that Corey pulled back slightly, most of his cock leaving my mouth so that only the tip of it was past my lips, and I felt it contract and burst as well, flooding my mouth with his warm, thick, disgustingly gooey cum. I immediately began gulping it down, partly because it was so gross to have in my mouth, and partly because I was so anxious to satisfy the craving. They couldn't have timed it better if they tried - I could hear both men moan as I knew each contraction was inspiring a flare of pleasure while releasing more of its contents inside of me.

I felt it within seconds. I'm not sure where it was absorbed the fastest - inside the depths of my vagina, or in my mouth or stomach. Either way, I could feel it as I knew the slightest trace of their semen was beginning to be absorbed by my bloodstream - that blissfully wonderful feeling of relief. One thing was for sure, I thought - having a guy fuck me and cum inside my pussy was a heck of a lot easier than having them cum in my mouth, forcing me to taste and swallow it, which I was still struggling to manage as it continued to be unleashed.

At last, both men seemed to be spent, and I was infinitely relieved for Corey to pull his cock out of my mouth and climb off of me at last. Sean, meanwhile, was sliding his dick out of me as well. My eyes were still shut tight and I just continued to lay there, desperately trying to catch my breath. I was experiencing a complex combination of emotions. There was, of course, the relief of having the craving finally beginning to be washed away, and also solace that the ordeal was finally over. I felt a measure of shame and humiliation at having been treated in such a way, at having my body used like it was, and frustration at having been deprived of my own orgasm - the one silver lining in all of this - when I had been so close. At the same time, though, there was something else, too: a strange feeling of fulfillment at having gotten through it and having been the source of such pleasure for someone - for two people, in fact. I don't know why I found that so satisfying. I almost kind of felt... proud, in a way.

I was dazed and somewhat senseless as I lay there, my naked body sprawled out, still on my back. I was dimly aware that both men were exiting the bed. I did it, I thought to myself. I got through it. It's over.

Except it wasn't over. Not quite. I had momentarily forgotten that there was one more still to go.

It was at that moment that I felt a set of hands grabbing hold of my ankles, and then I felt myself being dragged toward the end of the mattress. My eyelids fluttered open to investigate, to see what was happening. And there was Tyler at the foot of the bed, stark naked, his magnificently masculine physique on full display, with a hungry, lustful look in his eyes. He was breathing heavily, the hairy bulkiness of his chest inflating and deflating with every breath. He had obviously enjoyed the show so far, and his dick was hard as a rock, throbbing in eager anticipation of his own turn having come at last. I could see the other two several feet away, both still breathing heavily from their recent exertions and pleasure, their dicks diminished slightly and hanging down in a state of relaxedness, like two menacing snakes.

It was such a peculiar thing, to have my body pulled in such a way, like I wasn't a person at all - like I was an object to be moved and positioned as this man pleased. I felt helpless, impotent, feeble. Closer and closer I came to the edge until my butt was stopped just before the bed ended, all as Tyler continued to clutch my ankles. And then he began moving in close and, as he did so, my legs began rising into the air until they were sticking straight up, resting against his shoulders. And then there he was, his dick pressed against my opening, and he wasted no time. He slid it into my body and then immediately began plunging into me with terrific force. I was even wetter than before - slick not just from my own involuntary arousal, but Sean's semen as well - and this allowed Tyler to fuck me with a degree of ferocity which was previously unknown to me. My eyes rolled back in my head and I began shrieking with every thrust. I knew the eyes of all three men were on me at this moment, and I could feel my naked breasts bouncing up and down helplessly with every drive of his hips as his pelvis collided with my own.

The pleasure was extreme, but so was the intensity. It's hard to explain, but I felt the most compelling need to bite down on something, as if I was being tortured. But it wasn't from pain at all - it was something different, something so intense that it was seemingly unbearable. It was kind of like being on an amusement park ride that almost felt more thrilling than I could stand. I began to feel somewhat detached from what was happening, like my soul had left my body and I was merely an impartial onlooker. I could hear my cries and yelps like it was coming from someone else, mixed in, of course, with Tyler's satisfied grunts.

This went on for a minute or two, then all of a sudden, Tyler pulled out of me. I almost couldn't believe it. It was over that quick? My conscious awareness began scrambling back to the surface. I wondered if it really was over, if he was done with me, but I didn't see how that could be possible. For one thing, I didn't hear him moan the way the others did when they experienced their orgasms, and it didn't feel like he had cum inside of me. I struggled to open my eyes to see what was happening, and it was at that moment that I felt Tyler grab hold of my hands and, completely unexpectedly, he pulled me to my feet. I barely managed to stay standing - in fact, if it weren't for the fact that he was holding my hands in such a way, I probably would have toppled right over to the ground - but I wasn't going to be standing for long. Suddenly, just as unexpectedly, I found myself being spun around so that I was now facing the bed, and I could feel Tyler's hard, thick cock poking against my ass.

What's happening? I wondered. What is he doing?

And then I felt his hand on my back, and he was roughly shoving me forward, bending me over the bed, and I knew the answer.

Oh, that.

And then there he was once again, fucking my pussy from behind, driving his cock into my body with even more vigor and ferocity than before, and the room was filled with the sounds of my witless shrieks. I was embarrassed to feel little ripples emanating through the feminine softness of my butt and hips from the force of his thrusting as his body collided with my own. Curiously, I found myself wondering what I must look like at the moment, with the bunny ears somehow still on my head, and the silly collar, bowtie, and cufflinks, completely nude aside from that, my naked butt fully exposed, bent over the bed as I was. The seemingly impossible hardness of Tyler's manhood was an indicator, I suppose, of how good I looked to them - probably just as good as a woman would have looked to me in that position.

And all the while, I continued to shriek and yelp helplessly, pathetically even. It felt like it was the only way to bear the extraordinary pleasure and intensity that was being delivered to my body. And it kept building and building, just like before. It almost felt like I had become airborne, like I had been hurled into the sky and was now not so much flying but tumbling through the air, no longer tethered to my physical body. It was, of course, the first time I had been fucked in such a position. It was similar in some ways to how it had been on my back, but it was different, too - the angle of his cock was impacting me in previously unknown ways.

I didn't see my orgasm coming this time. It wasn't like before, where it felt like I was drifting in the gentle current of a river headed toward a waterfall, drawing closer and closer to the edge - where I knew it was coming and had been looking forward to, waiting for it to arrive. This was different. This time, it came out of nowhere. It was like I was being pulled by some terrific force at an incredible speed toward an unknown destination, and realizing at the very last second that I was being brought to the edge of a cliff. And then, just as that ultimate reality becomes clear to me, I am hurled over the edge, and I find myself falling, falling, falling, the ground rushing toward me at breathtaking speed.

It was just as good as it had been yesterday - maybe even better.

At some point during this, I found myself dimly aware of screaming - frighteningly intense screaming, like someone was in agony. I wondered where it could be coming from, until I realized the obvious - it was coming from me. I was crying out mindlessly, obliviously, beyond thought, beyond comprehension, as wave after wave of unimaginable pleasure overcame me and swept through my body.

Just like yesterday, I wasn't sure how long it went on for - maybe fifteen or twenty seconds, but it once again felt like an instant and an eternity all at once. But eventually, it was over, and the pleasure began to diminish, and that's when I was aware of another sound - Tyler's satisfied groaning. And all of a sudden, I was aware of him slowing down, and then he stopped for a brief second, and I felt the now familiar sensation of his dick bursting inside of me as he was overtaken by his own orgasm. He began making the slightest of movements with his hips, and each time, I was aware of his cock contracting inside me, and I could feel the spreading warmth of his semen released into the womanly depths of my body.

At last, it was over. I felt Tyler pull out of me, and I just stayed where I was, motionless. I had neither the will nor strength to move at that moment, not after the otherworldly experience I had just lived through. I could hear the sound of men talking, laughing, but I felt so dazed, so stunned, so dizzy, that I wasn't making out a word they were saying. I eventually got the sense that they were gathering up their clothes, and I could hear the unmistakable sound of pants being pulled up and belt buckles jingling. They were obviously getting dressed. And all the while, I just continued to half stand, half lay, bent over the bed, arms out in front of me, my eyes still closed, desperately trying to catch my breath and come to my senses. And then I heard the door open, and there was silence.

A minute or two seemed to pass as I remained there, still bent over the bed like I had been left for dead, when I suddenly heard the door close.

"My, my, my," I heard a woman's voice say. It was Amberly. "They looked happy."

My eyelids fluttered open. I suddenly felt her taking hold of my hand and she began helping me to my feet. I felt like my legs were about to give way beneath me, but I barely managed to remain standing, and then I turned around to face her. I was temporarily oblivious to the state I was in - naked, my hair disheveled, the bunny ears crooked, semen streaming down my leg, my makeup smudged, my mascara running. But Amberly was looking at me with an expression of boundless satisfaction. She seemed to be positively beaming.

"I'll help you get you cleaned up," she said. "We don't want to keep your new friends waiting too long. Trust me, they are just getting started."