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

Ch. 1 Recap: I am dressed in a sexy Playboy Bunny uniform and escorted to a hotel where three influential investors named Sean, Tyler, and Corey are waiting for me. I am accompanied by Amberly, who is serving as their Executive Assistant. I was so desperate to satisfy my new reluctant craving for semen that I found myself on my hands and knees, begging them for it. It was then that I was led into the bedroom where all three had their way with me at once.

Warning: This chapter contains a detailed scene in which the main character is emotionally manipulated and then subjected to a particularly degrading act. Please do not read if you might find this upsetting.

For the second time that day, I found myself seated on a stool staring back at my stunningly gorgeous reflection as Amberly fussed with my make-up. The boys' frenzied kissing had caused my lipstick to smudge, and what Corey did to my mouth and throat made my eyes tear up and my mascara run, so Amberly was now seeking to repair the damage.

"This will be your bedroom," she said cheerfully, which explained the presence of the fully stocked vanity I was now seated at. "We will send someone over in the morning to help with your make-up until you get the hang of it. Obviously, we expect you to try your best to master it on your own as quickly as possible."

I just sat there while she worked, clad in nothing but a black bra and matching thong, both of which had feminine lacy trim along the edges. Amberly had retrieved these a few minutes ago from the dresser, which I saw was filled to capacity with women's clothing and undergarments. She then helped me across the room to the bedroom's private bathroom - I was naked at the time, with semen leaking down my legs, feeling shaky - and she had handed them to me before offering me some privacy to relieve and clean myself. I was finally able to remove the humiliating bunny ears as well as the collar and cuffs since, according to Amberly, I was done with these for now. Then I put on the bra the way the nurses had taught me yesterday - by hooking it in front of me beneath my breasts and then rotating it before pulling my arms through the straps - and slid the thong up my legs. Never in my life had I ever worn a thong before and I found it to be somewhat uncomfortable, like I had a wedgie, and I was very conscious of how little of my butt it covered.

When I rejoined Amberly, she had beckoned me to take a seat at the vanity and set out to touch up my make-up. I felt slightly dizzy the whole time, still recovering from the experience I had just endured. On the one hand, I felt like my body had just been put through the wringer. The back of my mouth and throat were still feeling the ramifications of having a cock boring into them the way Corey's had, and I felt a little sore between my legs from the force of Tyler's fucking. On the other hand, though, there was also the same kind of undeniable satisfaction as yesterday from having orgasmed as I did a few minutes ago. It was almost like I could still feel it. And, truthfully, there was a part of me that wouldn't mind experiencing one again, though I wished I didn't have to get fucked by a guy in order to get it. I wondered if I could have one on my own. I didn't have any luck those first few days after they had transformed me into a woman - admittedly, I spent a great deal of time trying unsuccessfully to masterbate - but I thought maybe it will be easier now that I've experienced it.

As she continued working on my make-up, Amberly was going on and on about what a good job I had done. She said the boys were very happy with my "performance," which seemed silly to me because I didn't really do anything. I just lay there and took it, as if I had a choice. But, of course, it wasn't over - not by a long shot. She never specified how long I would be staying here - though judging by how packed the dressers were, it was a safe bet that I would be living here for a matter of days at least, maybe even weeks. One thing she was very clear about, however, was what I was expected to do.

"Be nice, be friendly, don't speak unless spoken to, and do whatever they say without question," she summarized. "And try not to fight it. Keep an open mind. Give in to your newly feminine nature. Embrace your new body, embrace your new role, and you might find yourself happy. You might even find yourself happier than you've ever been before." She set aside the mascara and took out a tube of lipstick which she began to apply to my lips. "You have no idea how lucky you are," she added. "They are hot. And those bodies.... You know how many women would kill to be in your shoes?"

I found it hard to believe that many other women would want to have sex with three guys at once like I just did, but I kept that to myself. I was barely paying attention to a word she was saying. I was still dazed, wondering what was in store for me. After all, it wasn't even two o'clock in the afternoon. And I was shocked to realize that I was starting to feel it again - the craving. It was slight, barely perceptible, but that had never happened this quickly before. The last few days, after going down on the orderlies or having sex with Dr. Roberts, I wouldn't feel it again for the rest of the day. It wouldn't be until I woke up the following morning that I would start to feel it again. And now, it hadn't even been a half hour and it already started to creep up on me. It still had a long way to go from how intense it was when I first arrived here, but I knew that was coming. I guessed it would only be a matter of hours.

"Life will be so much simpler now," Amberly concluded, as if I should be thanking her for what had been done to me. "You don't have to worry about going to work, going to class, doing homework, cooking, cleaning, paying bills.... The only thing you have to worry about is looking hot and pleasing men." She flashed me a mischievous smile. "And I think you will find that men are very, very easy to please. Most women just lack... how should I put this... sufficient motivation."

I knew from personal experience that she was right. I never had many girlfriends, but all I ever wanted from one was to get laid as often as I wished, see them naked on command, and have them bring me things, although I had never inspired that kind of compliance.

Finally, after briefly touching up my foundation and blush and running a brush through my long brown hair, Amberly was satisfied with how I looked. She then got up and handed me something else to put on - a black garter belt with its four straps hanging down, which matched the bra and thong I was wearing, as well as a pair of thigh-high black stockings topped with pretty lace. She then invited me to follow her across the room and opened the door to a huge walk-in closet. It was lined with clothing dangling from hangers - cocktail dresses, pleated skirts, silky blouses, sexy negligee, skimpy bikinis, even what looked to be various women's Halloween costumes, all of it high quality and in all manner of feminine colors and patterns. There was also a whole section with dozens of different pairs of high heels. Amberly scanned the clothing options as if in search of a particular outfit and then reached for one, holding it up as she emerged with a wide smile on her face.

Oh, no, I thought to myself, immediately recognizing what it was.

And that's how I found myself once again standing in front of the mirror with Amberly, just like earlier back at the Genetech facility, as she fussed over my outfit. Except this time, I wasn't dressed as a Playboy Bunny - I was dressed as a sexy French maid. The bodice of the black satin minidress hugged my torso before expanding into a puffy skirt which was pushed out significantly by the frilly white petticoats underneath. It was so short that it barely covered my thong, though I knew this would be visible with even the slightest bend at my waist. It was so short that it also revealed the top of the stockings where they were attached to the garter straps, which felt like something that should be covered up. The plunging neckline revealed an alluring amount of cleavage, and the dress had short, undeniably feminine puffy black sleeves that barely extended beyond my shoulders. It also had elegant white lace trimmings around the edges of the neckline and the bottom of the skirt, and, of course, the iconic frilly white apron. A pair of back high heels and a pretty white bow in my hair completed the look.

I couldn't believe to find myself dressed like this. I don't know which one I hated the most - this or the Playboy Bunny uniform.

"Perfect," Amberly said, beaming next to me. "Let's go show the boys."

And so I was led out of the bedroom at last and brought back to the living room of the hotel suite where Sean, Tyler, and Corey awaited me. All three were spread out on the couch and armchairs that surrounded the coffee table, and all three got to their feet as soon as we emerged from the bedroom. I felt the strongest urge not so much to run, but to hide. I felt ridiculous to be dressed in such a way and painfully vulnerable and exposed because of how much of my body was showing. Also, there was a part of me that simply didn't want to face them. It wasn't only because of their obvious intentions and expectations, though that was a part of it. It was also because of how humiliated I felt for what had been done to me a short while ago, and the fact that I had been naked in front of them and positioned the way I was. It's hard to explain, but it was almost as if those things I had done - or rather, those things that had been done to me - had been my idea, as opposed to something that had been forced upon me against my will. I knew I shouldn't feel that way, but I guess you could say I found myself embarrassed and even ashamed that I had allowed those things to happen.

Then again, though, it was apparent that the boys were very happy with me because of it.

"Well, well, well," Tyler said as all three men scanned my body up and down, from top to bottom. They were looking at me with pleased, satisfied expressions. "You look stunning."

Judging by the looks on their faces, the other two seemed to agree. Tyler sat down abruptly and then did something completely unexpected - he patted his thigh several times, which I came to realize was an invitation to sit on his lap.

"Go on," Amberly said, giving me a gentle nudge forward.

I couldn't believe this was happening, that I was expected to do such a thing, but I complied nonetheless. The hopelessness of my predicament made it obvious that it would be easier for me to simply do as I was told instead of trying to resist. And so I took a couple steps forward on my own and slowly, begrudgingly, lowered my butt onto Tyler's lap. As soon as I did, he put his arm around my lower back and his hand settled at the curve of my waist. The others took their seats as well, including Amberly. Sitting there like that, seated on a man's lap, was a uniquely feminine experience which I wasn't ready for.

"So, boys, what do you think?" Amberly said.

"She'll do," Sean replied, with a wide smile on his face.

Amberly began to explain the events of the past few weeks as I sat there like that, seated on Tyler's lap. He began caressing my waist above the dress in an affectionate way, which made me even more uncomfortable. Amberly, meanwhile, was telling them how I had volunteered and proved to be the perfect test subject.

"He met all our criteria - not just in having no significant social and family connections, but also in his initial... romantic preferences," Amberly said.

I knew all too well what she meant by that. For one thing, I would be able to disappear after they had transformed me into another person without anyone noticing or caring. And I was a straight man, thus proving their ability to take any person and transform them into the perfect obedient female sex slave, which of course was the object of their work.

"The results of the transformation weren't exactly what he had expected, of course, and his initial responses were predictably negative," Amberly went on to say. "However, Phase 2 went exactly as planned."

She was, of course, referring to how they had somehow made me addicted to semen, and I was so desperate to satisfy the craving that I had willingly sucked a man's dick for the first time in my life. She wasn't quite so blunt as that, however.

"We have encountered significant resistance from our little patient, but she is adapting quite well - exactly as anticipated," she concluded.

This whole time, as I was just sitting there on Tyler's lap while they talked about me, it was like I wasn't even there. It was obvious that I had no role to play in this conversation, so I just occupied myself by looking around the expansive, richly decorated suite. I resented how Amberly was referring to that whole experience like it was no big deal, despite the fact that it had turned my whole world upside down. But then again, it was no big deal to her, or anyone else for that matter. Dr. Reilly had made clear that, in her eyes, they had done me a favor. She seemed to believe very firmly that being a woman is far superior to being a man, except for two drawbacks - having a period and being able to get pregnant. Neither of these were factors for me, so she said I get to enjoy all the benefits of being a woman with none of the down side. Who wouldn't want that? She also seemed to think I was lucky for them to be hooking me up with "hunks" like Sean, Tyler, and Corey, as she described them.

The conversation finally shifted to other topics, most of which meant nothing to me - stock values, revenue projections, business restructuring, things along those lines. At one point, I was abruptly ushered to take a seat next to Sean. He had made eye contact with me, smiled, and then patted the empty cushion next to him.

"My turn," he said. I saw Amberly look at me expectantly, and then I hesitantly got up, took a few steps forward, and sat down next to him. I was mortified to find him immediately putting his arm around me. Then, unexpectedly, he pulled my head against him so it was resting against his shoulder, and he began gently stroking the bare skin of my slender arm with his fingertips. And I, of course, let it happen. I felt like I had no choice.

Just like before, I couldn't believe I was sitting there in that way, like I wanted to be there, like I was his love-sick girlfriend needing to be as close as possible to him. To say that I was uncomfortable was the understatement of a lifetime.

But after a minute, I started to relax a bit. Once I got over the initial shock, I suddenly was perplexed to realize that it kind of felt good to be sitting there like that in such a way. That kind of physical closeness with someone was previously unknown to me, and I didn't exactly mind it in a way. And I had to admit that his gentle caresses felt kind of nice as he stroked the bare skin of my arm with his fingertips. I once again found myself reeling at the fact that this was happening with a guy, however. I remembered what Amberly said a few minutes ago - how I should try and keep an open mind. I wondered if I had it in me to let go of how weird it seemed and to simply enjoy things like this.

It certainly would be easier that way, that's for sure.

After a few minutes, Sean turned his head toward me. "You know what I could go for?" he said. I gulped, wondering what depraved acts he had in store for me. But fortunately, this wasn't what he had in mind (at the moment, anyway). "A martini."

"Make that two," Tyler broke in.

"I'll take a whisky sour," Corey added.

Everyone's eyes were on me as I just sat there, my head still propped against Sean's shoulder against my will. Amberly made eye contact with me with her eyebrows raised, as if she was waiting for me to do something, and then I finally understood what was expected of me - I was supposed to get up and make them their drinks. Are you kidding me? I thought to myself. But then I reflected on the hopelessness of my plight, and so I just sighed and got to my feet. It was at that moment that I remembered, though, that I had never made a martini before - or a whisky sour for that matter.

It was like Amberly had read my mind. "There's a recipe book with the bottles," she said.

And so I crossed the room to the fully stocked bar, knowing each of the three men's eyes would be following me as I walked, glued to my back side, which was barely covered by the ultra-short skirt of the French maid dress I was wearing. I didn't think I would ever get used to feeling so exposed as I was. The sensations from wearing something entirely open at the bottom the way a dress like that was, with the air moving freely along my thighs and bottom, was also new to me. By the time I got to the bar, I was somewhat relieved to be away from them momentarily, but I resented the fact that I was expected to make and bring them drinks, like I was nothing better than a lowly servant.

Then again, I suppose that's exactly what I am now, I thought to myself.

I took my time preparing their drinks, going out of my way to do a good job and to measure carefully and follow the directions closely. I'm not sure why I was putting so much effort into it. I think I had what I thought to be a healthy fear of these three men. I was completely at their mercy, after all, and I suppose Amberly was right when she said the better I am to them, the better they will be to me. Over the last couple days, I had accepted that this is all beyond my control and resistance is futile, so the more I went along with it, the easier it would be for me.

I finished Sean and Tyler's martinis and brought them out first. Before returning to make Corey's drink, Amberly said that, on second thought, she'll take a glass of wine. And so I returned to the bar to fetch that and prepare Corey's whisky sour. He thanked me just as warmly as the other two did when I handed him his drink. I was relieved to see that all three men seemed to think I had done a good job, and I felt somewhat satisfied that they seemed to be appreciating the drinks I had made for them. It kind of felt good to make something for someone and to know they liked it.

Amberly was still droning on about the company, and the boys seemed to be very engrossed in what she had to say. This time, I wasn't invited to sit with any of them. I stood awkwardly for a few seconds after handing Corey his drink, unsure of what to do, then took a seat in an armchair by myself. I immediately remembered to cross my legs as I sat down. It was such an unfamiliar thing to know that, if I sat down like I normally would with my legs spread apart with a skirt like this on, especially one so short, they would be able to see everything unless I immediately crossed my legs or kept them closed. I wondered if I'd ever get used to that, too.

At the time, Amberly was discussing the next phase in Genetech's work - ramping up full-scale production.

"The next step, of course, is building our Venezuelan facility," she was saying. "The site we've selected is very remote, so substantial infrastructure will be required - water, power, an air strip, employee facilities, security. We also plan to increase our output by a factor of ten. There will be the added expense of ensuring the cooperation of government officials at all levels. We'll need significant capital, so we do hope we can count on your support."

Sean smiled. "That depends on our new friend here," he replied, shifting his gaze toward me.

I knew what he was referring to. The whole point of this dreadful exercise was to provide these men with a demonstration of the company's capabilities - to prove that they could take anyone, anyone in the world, and transform them into the perfect female sex slave. That was the commodity they were producing, after all.

Amberly paused, smiling as well. "In that case," she said, rising to her feet, "I will leave you three to it."

I felt an immediate wave of panic as I realized what was about to happen. Amberly was about to go. She was about to leave me alone - alone with them. My eyes widened and my heart started to race. I wasn't ready for this. Even though I resented Amberly for the role she played in what Genetech had done to me, I didn't want her to go. Although she was complicit in what had happened to me, the presence of another woman - or, at least, a person with the same kind of body as I had now - gave me a small measure of comfort, as if she would be able to protect me or temper the worst of the boys' sexual impulses.

"Remember what I said, Erica," Amberly was saying, shooting me another expectant glance as I just sat there, feeling helpless. "We're counting on you." She turned to face the others. "Well, boys, have fun." And with that, she turned and made her way to the entrance of the hotel suite, opened the door, and was gone.

My eyes immediately shot back and forth between all three men, who remained seated around the living room. All three were looking at me pleasantly. Not a word was spoken for a moment, and the anticipation was palpable.

Then, abruptly, Tyler made a motion with his finger, indicating that I was to come to him. I gulped.

It took me a moment to will myself to my feet and put one foot in front of the other. The anticipation continued to mount. A few seconds and there I was, standing before Tyler, three or four feet in front of him. I wondered what he was about to do, what was about to happen.

"Closer," Tyler said, motioning once more with his finger.

I took a single step closer, but apparently, it wasn't enough.

"Closer," he said again.

Another step and I was right in front of him, within an arm's reach of where he was seated. I was practically shaking.

And that's when he spread apart his legs.

"I think you know what to do," he said.

It was immediately clear, of course, what was expected of me - he was expecting me to get on my knees and pleasure him with my mouth. I was reeling. He just got off barely an hour ago, I thought. How was he not satisfied?

But there he was, staring at me, waiting for me to obey his command.

I didn't want to do it. Every other time I had done something like this, I had found myself desperate to satisfy the craving first, so there was at least some relief on the horizon. This time, though, that wasn't the case. Although the craving had been slowly, gradually intensifying, it was still mild enough to be ignored.

"On your knees," Tyler commanded, as if he had to make his intentions clearer.

I shook my head desperately. "But," I whimpered, scrambling to find the right words, knowing how forbidden it would be for me to outright refuse. "I... don't need to yet."

He smiled menacingly. "That doesn't matter," he replied. "All that matters is that... I need it."

My eyes shifted to the other two men, as if hoping that one of them would intervene and put a stop to this. But of course, that wasn't going to happen. They were continuing to look at me, smiling pleasantly, as if waiting for me to put on a show for them. I shifted my gaze back to Tyler, who continued to sit there, waiting patiently.

I knew I had no choice, and the sooner I got started, the sooner it would be over. And it's not so bad, I reminded myself, trying to offer some comforting words. And it's not like I didn't know it was going to come to this.

I lowered myself to my knees, too afraid to disappoint or defy him. And thus I found myself in a state of absolute feminine submission, kneeling before Tyler who was seated there on the couch, all while dressed as a sexy French maid. If only my mother could see me now, I thought to myself.

I took a deep breath, then reluctantly reached up and began fumbling with his belt, seeking to unbuckle it. I could feel the impatient hardness of his erection beneath, as if it was ready to burst through his pants. I slowly unbuttoned and unzipped them, revealing the massive bulge where his manly arousal strained against the fabric of his briefs. I then grabbed hold of his pants and briefs and began to tug at them. After struggling for a couple of seconds, Tyler lifted his butt to help them along, so I was able to slowly pull them down his legs. And there it was, released at last - his stiff rod, hard as a rock, sticking straight up and throbbing in eager anticipation of my attention, and below it, his giant wrinkly testicles amidst his curly public hair. I was so close that I could perceive every detail; I could feel the heat of his arousal; I could smell the musky scent of his body.

I took a deep breath and began to lower my head toward it, resolved to accept my fate.

"Kiss it first," Tyler suddenly said.

That stopped me in my tracks. I shifted my gaze to his face, as if in disbelief that he had given me such an order. The way he stared back at me confirmed it. And so I shifted my attention back to his manhood, lowered my head again, closed my eyes, and planted my lips on the tip of his penis, like I would have lovingly kissed his cheek.

"Again," he said. I reluctantly complied. "Again. That's right, baby, show me how much you love it," he added as I reluctantly kissed it for a third time. "Now, give it a lick."

Oh, come on, I thought to myself - just let me get this over with. But I understood my place. And so I wetted my tongue, stuck it out, and slowly ran it up the length of his shaft, eliciting a moan. "Again," Tyler commanded, and I licked his dick a second time, and then a third, and then a fourth, all like I would have licked an ice cream cone. But he didn't have me do it a fifth time, so I understood what I was to do now. I opened wide and accepted his hardened arousal into my mouth. I began moving up and down the length of it, my lips and tongue providing all the necessary friction, as Tyler's satisfied breathing clearly demonstrated how good it felt for him.

"There's a good girl," Tyler said amidst his pleased grunts. "Just like that. Just like that, baby."

And that's how it began - my distinguished tenure as the boys' sexual servant. Tyler's wasn't the only dick I sucked that evening, of course. After I was done with him, I had to go to work on the other two. And each of them did exactly what Tyler had done at the end - they held onto my head as they ejaculated into my mouth, commanding me to swallow every drop. And I did it, even though I didn't need to, forcing their cum down my throat while resisting the urge to gag. I never imagined I'd be forced to swallow so much in such a short period. You'd think it would get easier over time, but I found that the opposite was somehow the case.

That was the beginning of my "training," as they liked to call it, and not just any kind of training, but "slut training." I started to get to know the boys very well over those next few days, just as well as they got to know me - every single inch. In no time, I had become just as familiar with their bodies as I had been with my own before the transformation. I also got to know exactly what each one of them liked - how they liked me to look, the things they liked me to say, how they liked me to act, and of course what they liked me to do with my hands, mouth, eyes, legs, hips, butt - everything. We did spend a lot of time together after all.

I had my own bedroom, but I spent very little time in it - pretty much the only thing it was good for was changing outfits (which they had me do a lot), styling my hair, painting my fingernails and toenails, and putting on or touching up my make-up. It didn't take me long before I got good at this. I had help, of course. At eleven o'clock every morning, I had make-up training with another smoking-hot Genetech employee named Laura. She was a couple inches taller than me with long blonde hair, a gorgeous face, and a perfectly feminine, curvy body. I really liked Laura. For one thing, I was just as attracted to her as I was to Amberly, but unlike Amberly, I didn't blame her for my predicament.

The first couple of days, Laura did my make-up all by herself, just like Amberly had done, explaining everything that she was doing. On the third day, though, she began to have me do some of it on my own. Eventually, she would have me do it all by myself - foundation, blush, mascara, lipstick, eye shadow, the works - while interjecting only when necessary.

I liked Laura so much that I felt compelled to please her and make her happy, so I made a determined effort to do a good job. I also found myself looking forward to our one-on-one sessions. Being so close to her, her face often mere inches from mine, and feeling her delicate touch against my skin, was thrilling and intoxicating beyond words. I was positively desperate for her to kiss me, which at first I thought was wishful thinking.

Surprisingly, though, a few days into my training, I got my wish.

You see, the boys liked to change things up a bit and, in the end, they always got whatever they wanted because of how important they were for the company's future. And one evening, out of the blue, I overheard Tyler on the phone suggesting they get some "company" for me that night. Then, after I had served the boys their dinner (I didn't cook it, of course - all their meals were delivered to the suite by hotel staff - though I was expected to bring it to them and clear their plates at the end), I was sent to the bedroom to freshen up and told to change into a bikini.

It was the first time I had worn something like that for them. I stripped off the revealing school girl costume I was dressed in and searched through the closet. There were several different bikinis to choose from, all dangling from coat hangers, and I picked out a light pink one with a pretty bow in the center of the cups. I would have been especially intrigued to see a woman in that one, so I thought the boys might approve of it.

I watched myself in the mirror sliding the bikini bottom up my legs and pulling it into place then struggled a bit to contain my big breasts within the top while tying the strings behind me. It took a few attempts, but by the end of it, I looked at myself appraisingly in the mirror and liked what I saw. I spent a few minutes touching up my make-up as well and finally emerged, feeling particularly laid bare because of how much of my body was showing, which it felt like I'd never get used to.

What I found waiting for me in the living room shocked me. Never in a million years would I have expected to find Laura standing there on the other side of the coffee table, wearing nothing but a bikini as well. Hers was bright red and even skimpier than mine, the kind with strings tied at the hips on both sides of the bottom.

I gulped at the sight of her deliciously voluptuous body - her long and wonderfully shaped legs, her thick and supple thighs, her beautifully curved waist and hips, her tummy with its cute little belly button, her perky, barely-covered breasts, and her long blonde hair let loose and tossed about her stunningly gorgeous face. My heart started racing. The sight of her was exciting to me beyond words, though I couldn't help but wonder why she was there. She was standing in front of all three men, who were seated on the couch, and as soon as I emerged, Laura turned her head toward me and flashed me a flirtatious smile.

"We're going to try something new today," Sean declared from the couch. I had stopped in my tracks the second I emerged from the bedroom, such was my surprise at finding Laura there, but Sean made short work of that by pointing to the ground next to where my companion was standing. I took my place beside her, feeling more and more overwhelmed with every step that brought me closer to her sexy, barely covered body. I then turned toward the boys, wondering what they were going to have me do.

"We want to see you two kiss," Tyler said with an eager smile.

I couldn't believe it. It felt like I was in a dream. I wondered if this was some kind of prank, some kind of trick, or whether they were just teasing me, like dangling food in front of a hungry dog then snatching it away. But it wasn't any of those things, and Laura didn't waste any time. Before I had even fully processed what was happening, she moved in close and placed her hand on my face, turning my head toward her, and then she leaned in and kissed me passionately.

And just like that, I was making out with Laura, her lips and tongue expertly, sensuously, engaging my own. For me, it was like a dam had burst, like the floodgates of passion had been unleashed, and I instantly threw my arms around her as she did the same for me. I couldn't hold back. My hands were everywhere, feeling every inch of her that I could right from the very start, delighting in the smooth softness of her body. Never in my life had I made out with a woman as attractive as her. I was savoring the sensations I was experiencing - our mouths exploring each other, the delicious warmth of her breath, the womanly shape of her body against my hands, her soft breasts pressed against mine. At some point, it became obvious to me that Laura must be enjoying this, too, such was her enthusiasm. We kissed like we had been starved for each other, barely coming up for air. It was so good that it almost felt like everything that had happened to me so far in this suite had been worth it to find myself here with Laura like I was.

This went on for a couple of minutes before I heard Corey's voice. I had almost forgotten they were there.

"Take off each other's tops," he commanded.

You don't have to tell me twice, I thought to myself. Our mouths never broke away from each other as my hand found the strings of her bikini top where it was tied behind her. She did the same, and we both pulled, undoing each other's knots then yanking the other's top off and letting them fall to the floor next to us. With her naked breasts now exposed, the temptation was just too great for me. My kisses immediately began drifting down her chin and neck and upper chest, and then my mouth started to press upon the wonderfully soft mounds of her breasts, and I found her delightfully hardened nipples, and began engaging them with my lips and tongue and teeth. I realized from how her breathing deepened and the way she responded with her hands that she probably found this as pleasurable as I usually did.

I could barely pull myself away from her nipples - it felt like nothing in the world had ever satiated me in such a way - but it suddenly occurred to me that her mouth was up there, unoccupied, and it was like I couldn't stand for that. And then my lips returned the way they came, and we resumed our frenzied kissing. I brought my hand to one of her naked breasts and began fondling it, incapable as I was of leaving them alone, all the while Laura seemed to take a special interest in the feel of my butt which she was eagerly squeezing.

All of this was like a present they had given me - the most wonderful of presents. I wondered if it was a reward for good behavior. But eventually, the boys began getting involved. I barely knew what was happening, such was the state I was in. All my concentration was on Laura's mouth and body. At some point, though, I became conscious of the fact that the boys had stripped off their clothes and were surrounding us, completely and entirely nude. Suddenly, I was pulled away from my companion and it was now Corey who I was kissing, and it was now his hands all over me. Instead of Laura's soft, slender body, mine was now pressed up against Corey's giant, naked, muscular frame. He was hard as a rock, his mammoth erection poking against me, clear evidence of how much he had appreciated the show so far.

I wasn't ready for my experience with Laura to be over. I opened my eyes and shifted my gaze in her direction and saw that she was now in Sean's arms, feverishly kissing him. Jealousy flared through me, but I still found her presence to be thrilling and comforting beyond words.

All of a sudden, I was somewhat forcefully guided onto my hands and knees. And then, in an instant, I found myself being fucked on the floor, doggie style. I can't believe I'm saying this, but the physical pleasure I was suddenly feeling from his thrusting wasn't entirely unwelcome. My inadvertent moaning - I simply couldn't hold it back - seemed to catch Sean and Laura's attention. They looked at each other knowingly, and Sean nodded, and then I saw Laura unexpectedly lay down on the floor and began spreading out on her back before me. She was gradually wiggling her way forward, positioning herself so her knees were to either side of me, and the magical triangle of her bikini bottom was getting closer and closer and closer. And then there it was, right before me, and it was like I was drawn to it. I found myself burying my face between her legs and kissing it, adoring the warmth of Laura's body and the feeling of my lips against the nylon material of her swimsuit bottom which was barely covering her feminine core, and I could feel the alluring shape of it beneath.

As good as this was, I had to have more. I had to get closer. I had to experience her more intimately. And so I reached up with one hand and undid the knots that kept it secured to her body - first on one side, then on the other. And then it was freed, and I pulled it away from her, and her perfectly shaved pussy was completely exposed to me, and now I was not so much licking or kissing as much as devouring her, and her moaning was the most wondrous music to my ears, mixed as it was with my own as Corey continued to fuck me hard from behind. And when I orgasmed, it was with my eyes wide open, seeing Laura's beautiful nude body spread out before me, and it was without a doubt the greatest pleasure I had ever experienced in my life (up to that point anyway).

It ended up going on like that for a while. The boys had a really good time with us. I was in a daze for most of it, slightly disoriented from the body-smashing orgasm I had just experienced, not to mention Laura's continued presence. Eventually, we moved to the bedroom where the boys had us take turns working their bodies together as a team, one of us girls sucking their cock and licking their balls while the other made out with him. Then Sean beckoned me to climb on top of him - it was the first time I had ever had sex this way, and I found it to be somewhat challenging, requiring me to control the movements with just my lower body - while Laura made out with him and then shoved her breasts into his face at his request. As always, I reluctantly did what was expected of me, but the fact that Laura was there with me sharing the experience made it different from any other encounter with the boys that I had up to that point. I had my second orgasm of the evening in no time as I enjoyed the sight of her naked body so close to me.

That, though, was the end of it. I was directed to freshen up and get dressed and, by the time I got back to the living room, Laura was gone, and it was over, back to business as usual.

I couldn't wait to see Laura for our daily make-up drill the following morning. The implications were extremely intriguing - we would be alone together for more than an hour in my bedroom, after all. But, to my chagrin, she was all business, totally professional. It was just like any other day, like nothing special happened last night. I felt somewhat crushed. I mentioned something about it to try and broach the subject, but she quickly maneuvered the topic of conversation to something else, and I got the hint.

That's when I realized what happened last night was just part of the job for her. I suspected she was another Genetech test subject - she had to be, with a body and face like that - though I also suspected she had always been a woman, unlike me. Maybe she had been getting older, missing her youth - maybe she had even been an elderly woman on the threshold of death - and was offered a beautiful, sexy young body in exchange for fulfilling certain functions. Those functions, of course, were to cater to the erotic needs of sexy, handsome men, just like mine were. I suppose something like that would be a pretty sweet deal for an old woman - a small price to pay for the gift of youth.

So, anyway, as I was saying, I didn't spend a lot of time in my bedroom aside from changing outfits and working on my make-up. I never slept there, that's for sure. At night, I always found myself sleeping in the bedroom of one of my new companions as they took turns enjoying me on their own for the whole night. When we finally fell asleep, it was always in their preferred positions - Sean and Tyler tended to have me curled up against them, my head nestled on their chest with my arm draped across their wide, bare torso; Corey usually liked me on my side, spooning with me from behind, holding me tightly against him. It took some getting used to - falling asleep and waking up every morning in the arms of a big, naked, muscular guy. Half the time, I awakened to find them humping me, shoving their hardened cock against my ass expectantly, or else guiding my hand to their junk.

It was just as well, I suppose, since I could barely get through the night without satisfying the craving. Those rare times that I slept through the night uninterrupted, I was so desperate for it when I woke up that I would immediately throw off our blanket and frantically go to work on the body of whatever man was next to me - not because I wanted to, but because I needed to. I needed a fix, as they called it. They liked that a lot - they had told me that first day that they expected my mouth to be their alarm clock, and so all three of them had the enviable pleasure of waking up to a slow, sensuous blowjob or else a leisurly, lazy fucking.

That's how my day started - that, and serving them their coffee followed by breakfast. By eleven o'clock, I had to be fully bathed, shaved, groomed, and ready for Laura, who also helped style my hair. From then on, I was at the boys' disposal for the rest of the day. If I wasn't attending to my appearance by changing outfits or touching up my make-up or repainting my nails, I was spending pretty much every waking second serving them hand and foot and entertaining them and catering to their every need: dancing for them, making out with them, getting manhandled by them, sitting on their laps, massaging their backs, rubbing their feet, fondling their balls, sucking their cocks, licking their asses, spreading my legs or bending over for them, being led around the hotel suite on my hands and knees by a dog leash... you get the idea. I also had other kinds of training - how to give the best massages, various styles of sexy dancing, even enhanced blowjob techniques - anything to make the boys' stay more enjoyable for them.

They made it very clear early on that if I took good care of them, they would take good care of me. And I did take good care of them. It didn't take long for me to become everything they wanted and expected me to be. I had no choice. Any time I disappointed them, they would simply deprive me of what I needed until I was so desperate for it that I was literally in tears on my knees, begging them for it. A few hours were all it ever took. And then I would express to them how sorry I was and promise to do better and try harder, telling them I would do anything to earn their forgiveness and make it up to them, and I'd be so desperate for cum that I'd mean it at the time. (They always had a lot of fun and got very creative over those next few hours.) So I learned very quickly not to disappoint them, and that meant showing them how much I "loved" and "appreciated" them every second of the day, how happy I was to be their "girlfriend," and how much I worshipped their bodies. They liked it when I was enthusiastic and convincing, and they really liked it when I took pride in my work (or at least acted like I did).

I learned all this the hard way, of course.

I had been at the penthouse for a little more than a week when it happened. After sleeping through the night, I woke up alone for the first time. It took me a few seconds to figure out where I was and what was happening. Tyler should have been right there next to me, but he wasn't. He had gotten up without waking me for sex or a blowjob first. This surprised me - the boys could barely go a few hours without getting off and had made it very clear that it was the first thing on their minds in the morning. But then again, I was still fairly new to this lifestyle and routine, so I didn't think much of it at the time. I just assumed Tyler needed to tend to something, or had just wanted to get up early and was waiting for me to join him out in the living room. Or maybe he had been having trouble sleeping and decided to leave the bedroom without wanting to disturb me (although they weren't usually so thoughtful and never hesitated to wake me up). I was pretty sure I would find him waiting for me, ready to bring me back to bed or fuck me in the shower.

I hate to say it, but I needed it. Having slept through the night, the craving was intense. I needed a fix. I needed a fix bad. That was usually how I felt when I woke up after sleeping for more than seven or eight hours, but it was never for very long. The boys made sure of that. Since arriving at the penthouse, I always had more than my fill from the moment I got up, immediately resuming my job as the boys' sexual plaything.

But not today.

I wasn't worried yet, though. Even if Tyler wasn't waiting for me, there were two other men here who would surely be ready to help rid me of the craving. I'd almost certainly find them in bed still, just like every other morning, expecting me to drain their balls and bring them their coffee.

After waiting a few more minutes to see if Tyler would return, I finally got out of bed. I was naked like I usually was at night, and I stopped to put on what I had initially worn to bed, which of course ended up tossed halfway across the room. It was something Tyler had picked out for me - a sexy purple babydoll with slightly transparent material, light and silky, flowing from the cups, as well as a matching G-string. It was extremely revealing, especially from the rear, and I would have preferred to put on something a little more modest, but it was the only thing available to me at the moment since I was in Tyler's bedroom. I then went off in search of him.

I exited the bedroom and turned down the hallway that led to the living room, and what I found stopped me dead in my tracks. All three men were fully dressed, seated around the TV, watching some kind of sports show and drinking coffee.

This took me aback. It was supposed to be me who woke them up; it was supposed to be me who brought them their coffee. My sudden arrival seemed to immediately catch their attention. They all turned their heads toward me simultaneously, and the way they were looking at me was foreign and unexpected. It's hard to put it into words, but it did not seem to be the way a man looks at a woman he wants to have sex with, or for whom sex is even an option.

"Morning, Erica," Tyler said with a friendly smile, before turning his attention back to the TV. Then the two others followed suit.

I just stood there, increasingly perplexed. The fact that none of them were rushing toward me to manhandle me or whisk me away to bed was just as unexpected as the way they had looked at me, especially considering how I was dressed.

"Morning," I said, my voice weak with bewilderment.

I was disoriented to say the least. This was the first time since I had arrived that I wasn't subjected to their constant, eager attention. I couldn't help but feel disappointed. The fact was, I really needed them to do something to me, or have me do something to them, and I welcomed it with open arms at the moment because the craving was relentless. But it did not appear that any of them intended anything sexual to take place for now.

I waited a few seconds, standing there expectantly, until I finally accepted that nothing was going to happen. I slowly crossed the room to an open seat right next to Tyler. I sat down and crossed my legs, as if to innocently join them in front of the TV, although I felt somewhat ridiculous to be dressed as I was.

I wasn't letting myself worry just yet. Maybe they're just really engrossed in what they're watching, I thought. I was never into sports, but I understood that a lot of men are, and I knew it wasn't unheard of for things like that to absorb their full attention. I was still expecting something to happen at any minute - one of them would take me by the hand and lead me back to their bedroom, or else order me to my knees in front of them like they so often did.

But a couple minutes passed, as I continued to feign interest in what they were watching, and they didn't.

That's when I started to get concerned. I could barely go a single second without being drooled over or touched by them - if not engaged in various sexual acts, then at least being pawed at or sitting on their laps or being pulled in for a kiss or a slapped on the butt, something like that. But now they were like this all of a sudden - treating me like I was nothing more than a platonic friend or roommate.

Out of desperation, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

"Is there, uhm, anything I can... do for one of you?" I asked, looking around the room, striving to make eye contact with them.

The boys' briefly looked at me, as if they were caught off guard that I had interrupted their show and were contemplating my question. They all looked puzzled at first, like they were surprised I had asked, and then each one of them shook their heads.

"I'm good," Sean said.

"Me, too," Tyler added.

And then all three shifted their attention right back to the TV.

That was the moment I began to panic. I needed a fix more than ever, and it was obvious that they had no intention of giving it to me at that moment. I just sat there, too stunned for words, then I got to my feet and rushed off to my bedroom, needing to be alone. I closed the door and started pacing, trying to make sense of what was happening.

I wondered if this was normal. Maybe they just aren't in the mood, I thought. After all, when I was a guy, there were times I wouldn't have felt like jerking off or having sex, though it wasn't often. Maybe that's just how it is for them. I started to wonder if I could move things along a bit, inspire them to get off their butts and take me for a ride. I knew, after all, how crazy they were about me. I couldn't believe how quickly they would become aroused and how hard they would become at the mere sight or touch of my body. So I decided to give something a try.

I removed the babydoll and let it fall to the floor behind me. I was now stripped down to just my G-string, with my naked breasts and torso completely exposed. And then I took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped out. It felt incredibly strange standing there in plain view of them topless like that - not because I had been told to, but because I had decided to.

"I'm going to take a shower," I said confidently, trying to sound as warm and inviting as possible. "Would anyone like to... join me?"

I was sure this would do the trick. The boys loved to watch me shower. Inevitably, they would strip off their clothes and join me so they could thoroughly enjoy every inch of my body, running their hands up and down my soapy skin and manhandling every part of me. And of course then I would be expected to wash each of their big, muscular bodies thoroughly with just my hands (they also liked me to wash them head to toe with just my tongue once in a while). They loved showering with me so much, in fact, that I sometimes found myself there more than once a day, usually in the mornings while I was getting them up or at night before bed.

Just like before, all three men looked at me as if to contemplate my question. But once again, the way they were looking at me - as if they had no desire for me whatsoever - was incredibly unnerving. And then they each declined the invitation.

"I already showered," Corey said, while Tyler just shook his head.

"I'm good, thanks," Sean added.

And once more, they returned their attention to the TV.

I stood there for a moment, feeling totally and completely defeated. I again returned to my bedroom, closed the door behind me, sat down on the bed, and put my head in my hands.

I didn't know what to do. I had never suspected that something like this could happen, and I was becoming more and more panicked. I needed something badly - so badly - which I could only get from them. What could possibly be the issue? They spent the past several days fucking me and having me blow them practically constantly. And now this. It was a complete one-eighty, like they had been replaced by entirely different people. It was almost like they had a reason to dislike me, to be mad at me.

It was then that it dawned on me - could they be upset with me for something I did or said?

I immediately ran through the events of the past twenty-four hours or so, trying to think of something I might have done to anger or offend them, but there was nothing out of the ordinary that came to mind. I spent the whole day with them like usual. The day began with our normal morning routine in which I got all three of them up then served them breakfast in the dining room before taking a bath and getting dressed and dolled up for them. I had given them a little striptease after lunch followed by full-body massages for all three - I remember how tired my hands were by the end - finishing each one with a nice, slow handjob. Then, after dinner, Tyler and I had sex twice, first in the jacuzzi in his bathroom - each of their bedrooms had its own bathroom and jacuzzi - and then a second time in bed before drifting off to sleep as I was snuggled up against him. It didn't make any sense.

But there had to have been something, I realized, and I had to find out what it was. And I was so desperate for the craving to go away that I wasn't going to play games or beat around the bush - I was going to address it directly.

I decided to put something on to cover myself first. It was obvious that the sight of my body wasn't going to accomplish anything, and I had too much pride and modesty to be out there undressed as I was, so I rushed to the walk-in closet to find something suitable. The most appropriate thing I could find was a satiny pink robe with short sleeves which tied at the middle. Like everything else, it was incredibly short, extending to just below my butt, but I put it on to cover as much of myself as I could and once again emerged into the living room.

I stood there in front of the doorway for a moment, waiting for them to turn their attention toward me, but they didn't. And then the words just spilled out of me.

"Are you... mad at me?" I asked.

All three men turned toward me. I had clearly won their undivided attention from the very start.

"No," Sean said, shaking his head, then he reached for the remote and shut off the TV. "We're not mad at you."

Although he was looking at me in a friendly manner, the way he said it was unconvincing. I waited for him to elaborate, but he didn't.

"It feels like you're... mad at me," I added after a moment.

They didn't respond, and just continued to look at me blankly. I didn't know what to say. There I was, needing something from them so badly, something that was entirely dependent on their sexual interest and active participation, and it was like they weren't interested in me at all anymore. I was feeling increasingly frustrated and overwhelmed. I needed to sit down, and so I crossed my arms underneath my breasts, took a few steps forward, and sat down in an empty armchair.

"It feels... different all of a sudden," I said meekly, looking down toward the floor.

All three men were continuing to look at me as if they felt sorry for me. I could see in my peripheral vision that they began exchanging glances. I had the distinct impression that they were determining who would say something which they had all collectively decided needed to be said.

It almost felt like I was about to be... dumped.

"We don't want you to do anything you don't want to do," Sean suddenly stated.

This caught me entirely off guard. I don't want to be doing any of this. That's the whole point. The whole point was to take a straight man like me and force me into becoming an obedient sex slave.

"What do you mean?" I asked, more perplexed than ever, meeting his gaze. The fact that they had paused their show and were talking to me meant I was making some headway at least, but I just didn't understand where this was going or why they were acting like this.

"You've made it clear that you don't really want to be here," Sean replied.

I was getting more and more confused. I didn't want to be here! They had turned me into a woman and made me hopelessly addicted to semen and planted a tracking chip in my head that would shock me if I tried to escape. I had to be here. I had no choice. And yet I had done everything they asked of me, everything they had told me to. At no point did I fight them or object or even complain. I had been too afraid and defeated to. So why are they doing this?

"But I've done everything you've told me to do!" I said in desperation, and then shifted my gaze toward the other two, as if to emphasize my point and challenge them to present evidence to the contrary.

Once again, they all looked at one another, as if deciding who would say it.

"You have, and we appreciate that," Tyler began. "But you've made it clear that you don't really want to be here with us. We can tell." A pause. "And that's okay. As Sean said, we don't want you to do anything that you don't want to do."

I just stared at him for a moment, my brain desperately trying to make sense of this situation, and then I shifted my gaze toward the floor in front of me again. It made no sense. I had gone along with everything. I did it without any kind of a fight.

But then I began considering what he said - the very specific words he had chosen and the way he had said them, as if they had been pre-planned.

We don't want you to do anything you don't want to do.

Anything you don't want to do.

Want to do.

It was then that I understood. It was then that it became clear to me.

Those bastards, I thought to myself. Those very clever bastards.

I knew what I had to do. And the craving was so ferocious that I wasn't going to waste any time.

"But I do want to do these things," I said as compellingly as possible. I met each of their eyes as I said the words - first Sean, then Tyler, then Corey. "I do. I really, really, do."

They didn't respond. I didn't expect them to. I had a hunch they'd want me to put on a show for them. And I was so desperate that I was going to, without hesitation.

"I'm sorry," I began with a nervous smile, as if embarrassed by earlier actions. "This is just... so... new to me." I paused for a moment, trying to think of the right words to say and the right way to phrase them. "I guess I've just been so... nervous. It's been such a change for me, such a big transition. But... I'm getting used to it now."

The way they were looking at me made it seem like my words were having no effect.

"I'm sorry," I said again, my brain scrambling to figure out anything I could say to satisfy them. "I didn't mean to disappoint you."

Once again, I paused for a few seconds, waiting for them to respond or show any sign that they were softening, and once again, that didn't happen. I remembered when I first arrived at the penthouse, when they had me drop to my knees and beg them. I knew I needed to do the same kind of thing for them now.

"I'm really, really sorry," I said, more urgently this time. "I know I should have tried harder. But I can do better, I swear. I want to do better." I flashed them a flirty smile and batted my eyelids a bit, or at least tried to. "Let me make it up to you."

Shockingly, it was like my words were having no effect on them whatsoever. I was becoming increasingly distressed. At first, I had thought this was all an act - that they wanted me to put on a show for them, to beg, just like that first day. But I suddenly wondered if maybe this wasn't an act. What they said actually sounded genuine - like they really were upset or disappointed by my lack of enthusiasm. Maybe I had hurt their feelings even.

All of a sudden, I wanted their forgiveness. I needed their forgiveness. A big part of it was just because I was so desperate to satisfy the craving. But deep down inside, there was something else. I needed - God help me, I actually wanted - their acceptance and appreciation and attention again. A part of me actually missed it now that it was gone.

"Give me another chance," I went on to say. Such was the extent of my desperation that I was becoming more and more emotional, and tears began welling in my eyes. "Please. You won't be disappointed."

They continued to stare back at me, clearly unmoved, their expressions hard. It was as if they had made up their minds that nothing I said would make them budge. The words, meanwhile, were flowing out of me as if on their own, as if I was on autopilot.

"I do want to be here. I like it here," I said, wanting nothing more than to convince them the way I knew they needed to be convinced. "I'll show you. Just give me another chance. Let me make things right."

And it was at this point that I became entirely overwhelmed and tears began streaming down my cheeks, which may have perplexed them just as much as it did me. I was reminded of how it wasn't just my physical body that had changed - it was my hormones that changed, too, making me more susceptible to such acts of unbridled emotion.

"I'm sorry!" I said, no longer able to meet their gaze. I bent my head down toward the floor and closed my eyes, tears dripping out of them. "It's just been... such a big change for me! I just had to get used to it!"

And that's the point I began to outright cry.

"I just want things to go back to the way they were!" I wailed. "Please forgive me! Please let me make it up to you! I'll do anything to show you! Anything!"

And, at that moment, I meant it. I meant it all. It wasn't a show, it wasn't an act. I was desperate for their approval and satisfaction, and I would do anything to get it.

"Please forgive me!" I sobbed. "Please just give me another chance!"

And by then, I was no longer capable of words, and I buried my head in my hands and was just crying, crying, crying. It all erupted out of me, uncontrollably. I couldn't stop myself.

Until, that is, I finally heard Sean's voice.

"It's okay," he suddenly said soothingly.

I immediately lifted my head and opened my eyes to meet his. And the way he was looking at me filled me with unexpectedly profound relief. He was looking at me with an expression of love, of forgiveness.

I suddenly felt embarrassed to have been crying that way in front of them. I took a deep breath, stifling another sob, and rubbed tears away from my eyes. Sean got up, his eyes never leaving mine. He took a few steps toward me until he was standing above me then leaned in until his face was mere inches from mine, placing his hands on his thighs. And then he brought his hand to my cheek and wiped away a stray tear.

"You mean it?" he asked.

I eagerly nodded. I fought away more sobbing, more tears, struggling to regain my composure. I looked at the other two men, finding them staring back at me with the same forgiving expression, then shifted my gaze back to Sean.

He smiled affectionately. The warm feeling I got at that moment was shockingly profound to me. It was completely and entirely unexpected. And then I smiled back, and once again, it wasn't an act. I actually meant that smile. They are forgiving me! I thought to myself. It's going to be okay!

"You really want to show us?" Sean asked.

Once again, I eagerly nodded. I'd do anything at that moment. Anything. And I'd do everything I could to make it good for them. They won't regret this, I thought.

Sean continued to look at me warmly for a moment, then he turned toward Corey and Tyler, still bent over at the waist, his face still near mine. "What do you think?" he asked his companions inquisitively.

Tyler and Corey both exchanged a glance, as if deciding on something. And I realized what it was that they were deciding. They were deciding what they were going to have me do in order to show them I meant it. I gulped. Whatever it ended up being was probably going to be pretty dramatic.

"Cum shower?" Corey suddenly said.

Tyler, looking back at him, paused a moment, then nodded. "I say cum shower."

Then they both turned toward Sean, as if to confirm it, as if to make sure the vote was unanimous, and then Sean shifted his gaze toward me, the friendliness of his expression never wavering.

"Cum shower it is, then."

I felt dazed. The words flashed through my mind. "Cum shower."

That didn't sound good.

Oh, God, I thought to myself, bracing myself for what was about to happen, but accepting it all the same. Such would be my penance. I had told them that I would do anything to show them, anything to convince them, anything to make it right, and I meant it.

Sean stood up straight and offered me his hand. I took it, and then he pulled me to my feet and led me to the wide open space a few feet away from the coffee table. He then let go of my hand, took a few steps forward, and turned around.

"Take off your robe," he commanded.

I immediately complied. I untied the knot of my silky pink robe, pushed it down my arms, and let it fall to the floor behind me. I was now standing there, once again in nothing but the purple G-string. The entirety of my beautiful naked body was fully exposed to them, except for where the thin strip of silky material covered me between my legs.

"On your knees," Sean said.

And immediately, obediently, without hesitation, I dropped to my knees.

Sean then shifted his gaze toward Corey.

"Get the rope ready," he said.

I gulped once again and my eyes went wide. Rope? That was new.

Tyler and Corey both got to their feet. Corey puttered away, retrieving something from a desk that was tucked away in a corner, and I immediately saw that it was a short length of black rope. He crossed the room back to where I knelt and set it down behind me, though he didn't use it yet. And, as he did that, both Tyler and Sean began undoing their belt buckles and pushing down their pants, immediately exposing their mammoth, excited erections. Both were hard as a rock, as if this demonstration of emotion and submission from me had been the biggest turn-on in the world for them.

Which, come to think of it, I suppose it was. It certainly would have been for me.

Sean moved in close, his rock-hard dick and big, hairy testicles mere inches in front of my face, as he was peeling off his shirt. He let it fall to the floor behind him, revealing the entirety of his big, brawny body. The sight of his hardened penis practically made me drool - such was the intensity of the craving.

"You know what to do."

I didn't need to be told. I immediately closed my eyes, opened wide, and accepted his stiff cock into my mouth. I placed both hands on his firm, hairy thighs to steady myself and began moving my warm, wet mouth up and down the length of it at a fast, steady pace. I almost relished the familiar taste and scent of his body. Now that I finally had access to it at last, I was experiencing the craving in all of its intensity and began sucking him more eagerly than ever before. I was taking him deeper than usual - almost as deep as I could bear without gagging - and applying as much pressure as I could with my mouth and tongue so as to maximize his pleasure and make him cum as fast as humanly possible. He placed his hands on my head, not to control my movement which he continued to let me dictate, but only seemingly to feel me as I worked him, and he began moaning and grunting appreciatively.

"Oh, fuck," he said again and and again. "Fuck, that's good. Fuck." And that was followed by whispered words of affirmation which I found myself unexpectedly appreciating. "Good girl," he was adding. "My very good girl."

For whatever reason, I found those words making me feel really warm and fuzzy at that moment.

Within a matter of two or three minutes, his moaning and grunting were reaching its zenith. He was obviously close to finishing, and this inspired me to speed up and take him even deeper. Here it comes, I thought. And I welcomed it like I had never welcomed it before. I couldn't wait to feel the contractions that would inspire the climax of his pleasure and unleash his semen which, gross as it would be, would finally make the craving go away.

But, unfortunately for me, he didn't let me get that far.

It felt like he had been at the very edge of his orgasm but stopped himself just before passing that point of no return. He pulled his cock away from me and my head drooped down somewhat, salvia dripping pathetically from my still-gaping mouth. I almost couldn't believe it. It was frustrating beyond belief. I lifted my head and opened my eyes to see what had happened, to see what this delay could possibly be about, and then I saw him take a step to the side to my right. He had his hand on his stiff cock and was gently stroking it, as if to continue his pleasure and maintain his closeness to his orgasm. And then there was Tyler, naked, taking his place in front of me, his own cock fully hardened, sticking straight out. I didn't need to be told what was expected of me, and so I opened wide and closed my eyes and began working him with my mouth just like I had done with Sean.

Sean, meanwhile, was standing right next to Tyler now. He suddenly grabbed hold of my hand and guided it to his dick. I opened my eyes briefly and looked up, finding both huge, muscular guys towering above me, the entirety of their strong bodies fully exposed. I obviously knew what Sean wanted, and so I wrapped my hand around his shaft and began to stroke it.

"Go slow," Sean directed.

And so I began concentrating on doing both things simultaneously, which was a new experience for me - sucking Tyler off while I was stroking Sean with my hand. It took me a minute to get a good rhythm going, moving my mouth up and down the length of Tyler's dick at a fast pace while stroking his companion at a much slower rate of speed, his rod hard and thick in my hand. Both men were moaning, and now it was Tyler's turn to whisper words of praise and encouragement.

"Good girl," he said. "Such a good girl. Keep going. Keep going, baby."

"Oh, yeah," Sean was then adding. "Just like that. Just... like... that."

Within a minute or two, Tyler's words had trailed off, and he was beginning to moan uncontrollably. Here it comes, I thought. I could feel his manhood ready to burst and flood my mouth.

But then I heard Sean's voice. He must have sensed it, too, and wasn't going to allow it.

"Don't get too close," he commanded his friend.

I could tell he wanted Tyler to do the same thing he had done - to stop at the very edge of his orgasm. This inspired me to speed up, hoping to make it impossible for Tyler not to finish. The craving was stronger than I ever imagined it could be, and I was wildly impatient to satisfy it once and for all.

Tyler beat me to it. Just when it felt like the end had come and I was about to win the race, he pulled his cock away from me just like Sean did. And once again, my eyes opened as if to confirm it, and I saw Tyler moving to my left, keeping himself just as close to me as Sean was. I was even more frustrated than I had been a few minutes ago when Sean had done this very same thing. I didn't know how much more of this I could take. The craving was beyond belief - it was like it continued to intensify the closer I got to satisfying it.

And then there was Corey, stripped of his clothes as well, just as aroused and ready as his friends were. And he took his place in front of me in between the other two and moved in close, and I of course opened wide and accepted him into my mouth and began blowing him, as well, all the while continuing to work Sean by hand.

"Suck it, slut," I heard Corey say above me. "Show me what a good little slut you are."

A few seconds passed and then I felt Tyler grabbing hold of my one free hand and he guided it to his still-rigid arousal. Just like I had done with Sean's, I wrapped my hand around his shaft and began to stroke it. My eyes opened briefly and I looked up and was welcomed by the sight of all three giant, imposing, naked guys looming above me as I pleasured all three - Corey with my mouth and Sean and Tyler with my hands. Every now and then, Sean and Tyler would briefly stop my hand with theirs, and I knew it was to prevent them from drifting too close to the edge until they were ready for it, whenever that would be.

It was even more difficult to manage all three at once, maintaining the same slow pace with my hands while moving my head back and forth at a much faster rate of speed for Corey. He seemed to enjoy it just as much as the other two had, though he wasn't as warm in his affirmations and commentary or as gentle as the other two had been.

"You love sucking that big, fat cock, don't you, slut?" he was saying. "But you want it deeper." And at that point, he grabbed hold of my head and forced it so far into my throat that it triggered my gag reflex. Saliva built up at an even greater pace than before, and I had to open my mouth a little to let it dribble out. All the while I was harnessing all the skills I had developed over the last few days, concentrating on breathing and mastering my gag reflex. "Good little sluts like you need to take it deep."

At some point I had a moment of clarity and reflected on the situation I found myself in. There I was, trapped in the body of a dainty, beautiful young brunette in nothing but a G-string, on her knees, pleasuring three big, naked men simultaneously in the living room of their penthouse suite. Who'd have thought this is where I'd end up that fateful day I drove out to the Genetech facility, I thought to myself.

It was such a peculiar thing to be so close a witness to such intense, enviable pleasure - not just in one man, but in three. And not just a witness, but the source. If I was being honest with myself, a part of me somehow enjoyed being able to make them feel so good, deep down inside. It was something I had grappled with the last few days. It just felt so good to deliver pleasure like that for another person, even if it was a guy with such a big, hard, hairy body, with pecs and biceps and abs and balls and a dick. At first, I didn't accept it. I am a straight man, I reminded myself. I like girls, not guys. I shouldn't feel this way. But the fact was, deep down inside, I almost found myself feeling somewhat excited to bring them to the height of their pleasure. I would continue to tell myself that I don't like it, I don't like any of it, because I am a straight man and I don't like guys, and so I shouldn't enjoy making them feel good. As time went on, though, this became harder and harder to remind myself of.

I still wasn't completely sure what was about to happen. The words "cum shower" certainly indicated that, in addition to cumming in my mouth, they intended to shoot some of it onto my face or head. I had never been subjected to such degradations, but it didn't really matter to me. Nothing mattered to me as long as I would be able to swallow enough of it to make the craving go away. And that moment seemed to be drawing closer and closer with every second that passed, though my hunger for it was intensifying even more.

None of the boys were hiding their continued pleasure and enthusiasm, and I was continuously hearing their satisfied moans and grunts above me. I couldn't believe Tyler and Sean were able to hold it back the way they were. It must have taken such incredible discipline, but then again, they seemed absolutely determined. By now, my mouth and throat were sore from the forced labor I was subjected to, and my arms were aching from the way my hands had to be positioned, but I forced myself to keep going. Knowing how close they were made the craving absolutely unbearable.

This went on for a couple more minutes before Corey's moaning was reaching a fevered pitch, and then he too pulled his cock out of my mouth, just as Sean and Tyler had done. This allowed me to start catching my breath, though the frustration I felt was palpable. Both Sean and Tyler took a step back from me and all three men now had their hardened, expectant cocks in their hands, stroking them on their own ever so slowly.

"Careful, boys," Sean said. "Are we ready?"

"Ready," Corey replied.

"Ready," Tyler added.

"Bound her hands," Sean then commanded.

I could tell from the sound of their voices that they were having difficulty forming words from their continued pleasure as they hovered just on the edge of their orgasms. Corey moved behind me and released his dick from his grasp just long enough to crouch down, grab my hands, wrap the rope around my wrists, and secure it with a knot. This was yet another singular experience - never in my life had I been confined in such a way.

And now there I was, on my knees, my hands helplessly tied behind me, panting from my recent exertions. As I instinctively strained against the rope, I was perplexed to realize that I could feel myself getting unusually wet and tingly between my legs, though I couldn't imagine why and chose not to dwell on it. I had other things on my mind, after all - namely, what was about to happen, and how thirsty I was to swallow their cum, revolting though it was. I stared up at all three naked men who towered above me, their cocks in hand, like loaded guns. Corey was stroking his more methodically than the other two, presumably to catch up after the brief distraction of tying me up. All three were staring back down at me with a look of greedy, eager anticipation in their eyes.

"I'll go first," Sean said, moving in close and aiming his cock toward my face.

This was it, I realized. I was finally about to get what I had been craving since the moment I woke up, although the fact that all three of them were about to cum at once was overwhelming to say the least. For the first time in my life, I found myself with my mouth wide open for a man, waiting for him to shoot his load into it. I braced myself. Sean's cock was now pointed directly into my mouth, and I closed my eyes in case he missed, although I knew that was unlikely to happen at such point-blank range.

"Oh, yeah," he grunted. "Oh, yeah. Fuck yeah."

Several seconds went by as his sounds of pleasure mounted. I knew he was bringing himself the rest of the way to his orgasm with a final few motions of his hand, and - despite how gross I knew it would be - I was eagerly anticipating his ejaculate shooting into my mouth. But unfortunately for me, I was in for a surprise. He seemed to have shifted his aim at the last second, because the very moment I heard him let out his greatest moan yet, his cum didn't land in my mouth - instead, I felt it hit me right in my face, striking me against my cheek.

I couldn't help but flinch from the sheer force of it as I felt it splatter against me. It was like the sudden blast from a water gun, except instead of water, it was this disgustingly warm, thick substance. Then there was another moan, and Sean must have shifted his aim again, because this time, I felt it hit me square in the eye. It was obvious that Sean had chosen to shoot his load all over my face, and again and again it came, steadily, in giant bursts. The force of it was incredible, and so was the quantity. There was always a lot when these men climaxed - it was like the Genetech treatments had turned their bodies into relentless cum factories - but never more than first thing in the morning, after it had been a few hours. It went on for ten or fifteen seconds - by my count, there were at least eight or nine sizable bursts, each one preceded by one of Sean's satisfied moans.

None of it, though, went into my mouth.

At last, Sean was spent, seemingly choosing to deposit the final remaining drops onto the top of my head. By now, it felt like my face was covered in it, but of course there were still two more to go. I could sense Sean moving away from me and one of the others moving in close, and I opened my mouth even wider, to increase the likelihood that some of it would end up there, and then I heard another moan - it was Tyler - and I once again flinched from the force of semen shooting onto me, this time hitting me against my forehead near my right temple. Again and again it came, blasting me in my other eye, and my other cheek, and my chin, and my ear, and my forehead. And then I could feel more landing onto the top of my head, spreading into my hair. So little of my head was spared.

One thing that was spared, however, was my mouth. I couldn't believe it. It was like they were avoiding my mouth on purpose.

And finally it was Corey's turn, and I sensed him moving in close. There was a delay of a few seconds as he was obviously taking aim and bringing himself the rest of the way to his orgasm. This whole time, I could feel semen left by the other two oozing down my face. I began licking my lips, hoping to find at least some of it splattered there, but there was none. I could feel a substantial glob of it dribbling down next to my nose so close to my upper lip, and such was my desperation that I began trying to stretch my tongue to receive it, but it was just out of reach.

And then I heard Corey's moaning, and I could feel the first few shots of his ejaculate ending up on top of my head, landing even more of it into my hair. I got the sense by now that they had been intentionally seeking out areas where there wasn't any already. And then more of it struck me in the forehead, and lots more onto my cheek, and my other ear.

And once again, not one drop ended up in my mouth.

At last, after what seemed like an eternity, it was over. All three men were spent, though from their satisfied, heavy breathing, I could tell their pleasure and satisfaction was lingering. And there I was, on my knees, my hands helplessly bound behind me, a thick layer of their warm semen smeared all over my head, much of it dripping down onto my naked breasts and leaking down my neck. There was so much of it. The sheer quantity of it was absolutely staggering, and the distinct scent of it was overwhelming.

And I was so desperate for it. I could feel it oozing down my face. It was so close. But not close enough. I was seeking it out even more desperately, trying to stretch with my tongue as much as I could just to get some of it, but it was hopeless. I suddenly realized that I could get at it with my hands, but that was impossible with my wrists bound the way they were, and I found myself straining against the rope even more than before. I began struggling to free myself, but the rope and knot were too strong for that.

"So pretty," I heard Sean say.

"She's never looked more beautiful," Tyler replied.

"Let's get a picture," Corey added, and I heard him moving to where he must have left his phone, and then there was the sound of a photograph being taken.

I couldn't believe this was happening. I knew I should feel degraded and humiliated beyond words, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was the craving. I had never imagined the craving could be as intense as it was at that moment. It was bad enough a few minutes ago - so bad that it had driven me to the point of crying and begging them to forgive me and let me make things right. But it had gotten even worse during this whole exercise. Knowing how close they had been - right at the edge of their orgasms, their cocks ready to burst at any minute - had continued to make it worse. And now that it was within millimeters of my mouth, now that I could smell it so potently, that made me even more starved for it. I strained even harder to free my hands from the rope and stretch my tongue out even more, but it was useless. And I realized, of course, this was their objective all along - that's what the rope was for, after all. I gave up at last, breathing harder and harder from sheer desperation.

The words spilled out of me of their own accord. "Untie me," I begged.

I was in anguish. As objectionable as I knew it would be - the disgusting heat of it, the revolting taste of it, the gross thickness and consistency of it - I had never wanted anything more in my entire life.

"You want us to untie you?" Corey responded mockingly.

"Yes," I said. I started once again despairingly trying to reach with my tongue, uselessly. "Please."

A pause.

"I want to hear how much you love us," Sean said.

I didn't even hesitate.

"I love you so much," I said, the words flowing out of me. "Oh, God, you have no idea. I love you more than anything." I paused, waiting to see if that was enough to prompt them to help me, but it wasn't. "I'll never stop loving you. I'll love you forever."

My eyes were still closed - there was so much cum on my eyelids that I couldn't bear to open them - but I didn't need to. I knew what I would see - I would see all three men standing there, naked, circled around me, staring at me expectantly, each spent dick hanging down between their legs.

"Tell us what you love most about us," Sean commanded.

Once again, it all flowed out of me.

"I love everything about you," I said, desperately seeking out the right words which I knew they would enjoy. "I love your bodies. I love how... strong you are. And I love your cocks. Oh, God, I love your cocks so much. I love how... big they are and... how hard they get." I paused for a second to see if they wanted more. They obviously did. "And I love the way you smell, the way you taste - your balls, your asses, your cum. I want to taste you so bad." Another fruitless pause. "And I love being your bitch. I fucking love it. I want to be your bitch forever. I want to be your slut forever."

"And you'll never disappoint us again, will you?" Tyler asked.

I shook my head briefly. "I'll never disappoint you again. I swear."

Another pause, and then at last, I sensed movement behind me, and I could feel one of them grab hold of my wrists and undo the knot. And just like that, I was freed. And then, out of utter and complete desperation, I rushed my hands to my face, and I began frantically running my fingers through their hot, thick semen, basically scooping it up and shoveling it into my waiting mouth, immediately gulping it down despite how gross it was. It wasn't exactly my proudest moment. I heard all three men laughing and mocking me, even high-fiving, but I didn't care. I was frenzied. It always took several seconds for it to hit my bloodstream, and so - since the craving had not instantly been satisfied by those initial swallows - I did it again, and again, and again. It took all my willpower not to gag as I forced it down my throat, gulp after sickening gulp.

And at last, the long-awaited relief began flowing through me, and it was so satisfying that I actually moaned. This made the boys laugh even harder, and I just continued to kneel there, relishing the sensation of the craving being washed away at last. It's over, I thought.

But then I heard Corey's voice.

"You missed some."

I just knelt there for a moment, dumbfounded. It took me a few seconds to understand what was expected of me. And then it took me another few seconds to simply accept it. And I was going to do it. I remembered what I had told myself a short time ago - that such would be my penance for disappointing them. And so, even though I didn't need to anymore, I slowly began cleaning my face off with my fingers and mouth. I first used my tongue to lick up the cum that was left on my lips from my frantic labor a few seconds ago, and then I got to work on the rest of it. I began bringing my fingers to where I could feel the most substantial globs of it accumulated on my face. I would touch my fingertip to it, then bring my finger to my mouth so I could suck what little of it managed to stick to my fingertip, grimacing at the disgusting taste of it. I tried not to think about it, to acknowledge the grossness of the taste and consistency. I simply wanted it over with as quickly as possible.

This was a particularly revolting experience. All the other times I had swallowed their semen, it had been after they had ejaculated in my mouth. That wasn't easy, but it was something I was able to manage - like downing a shot of cough syrup or liquor. This was something completely different. This was forcing me to experience the taste and texture of their ejaculate in intimate detail, and prolonging it over a matter of minutes instead of seconds. It was, without a doubt, the most disgusting thing I had ever done in my entire life - forced to slowly, unwillingly savor the entirety of my lovers' hot, thick loads. It felt like an eternity, but at last, it seemed like I had gotten most of it. To say I was feeling queasy was the understatement of a lifetime.

I suddenly felt a towel being handed to me. I still had thin layers of semen smeared all over my face, and of course a lot of it was in my hair and on both sides of my head and dribbling down around my breasts, but it was obvious that the boys were finally satisfied. I used the towel to wipe my face enough so I could open my eyes. And there were all three men, standing above me, looking at me with pleased expressions.

"Good girl," Sean said, offering me his hand. I took it and he pulled me to my feet. "Now what do you have to say to us?"

I stood there for a moment, contemplating their meaning, and then understood.

"Thank you," I said pathetically.

"You're welcome. Now, let's go get you cleaned up," Sean added. And then he began leading me to the shower, where all three men would take turns joining me and helping to wash me and having me wash them.

True to my word, I tried my best never to disappoint them again. Looking back, I realized that, although I had done everything they told me to without question those first few days, I often did it begrudgingly. Whether it was by frowning or sighing or hesitating, I made an effort to subtly express my objection to it. The only time I ever demonstrated any eagerness was when the craving was at its peak. When it wasn't, I almost made it a point to show my unwillingness and disdain for what they were making me do. I would do this even when I wasn't minding it so much. It was almost like I was doing it on principle, as an act of defiance.

But not anymore. From that point forward, I always made an effort to appear enthusiastic and convincing. And I began to get good at it - kissing them back more, smiling more, giggling more enthusiastically at their jokes, even initiating affection on my own, that kind of thing. I knew that, as Amberly had said, the better I treat them, the better they will treat me.

And they did treat me well. I can't deny that. They were always very nice and friendly and loving toward me - when they weren't tying me up, spanking me, pulling my hair, choking me, deepthroating me, or fucking me like a rag doll that is. Although they didn't hold back in that respect, they were always kind and gentle with me afterwards, and they didn't hide how much they appreciated me. They were constantly praising me, calling me their "good little girl" - and it was always astounding how quickly and how often they got a hard on just by looking at me. It never seemed to matter what I was wearing - corsets, babydolls, teddies, chemises, thongs, bikinis, cheerleader uniforms, school girl outfits, slutty princess costumes. I wore them all, although - as Amberly had predicted - I was never able to keep them on for very long.

And so life went on. I'd wake up, get the boys roused one at a time and let them have their fun, and then serve them their coffee and breakfast. Then I'd spend a while soaking in the tub, enjoying a warm bubble bath, which quickly became my favorite time of day. And I'd shave my legs and style my hair and put on my make-up, getting myself all dolled up for them, always rejoining them in time to serve them lunch. Then I'd spend the afternoon with them, letting them have their way with me to their heart's content and changing outfits for them on demand and massaging them and dancing for them, or just hanging out with them in the living room. Then, by four o'clock, it would be time for me to serve them drinks and dinner, and afterwards, whichever one of them whose turn had come would whisk me away for a few hours of privacy together, and I'd be theirs to do with as they please. I can't say I was exactly relishing my new life, my new role, but I suppose I was getting somewhat used to - day by day.

It was after three or four more weeks of this that I met him for the very first time - Robby. And that's when a plan finally began taking shape, and I realized there may be a way out of all this after all.