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Final section.  Missed any?  I'll be reposting all sections of the series
(0-4) when 5 and 6 are ready.  Until then, visit Eli's web site (see the
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Wednesday, July 3rd

       According to what I had been told this would be my last night of my
sentence. I had been
under that impression before, though. I looked at black leather bag
staring out at me from the
closet.  One more night and I would be free of the sadistic little artist
and her friends.  I pulled the
bag out, unzippered it and started taking out the contents.
     First was the controller she had shown me what seemed to be an
eternity ago.  A marked
numeric keypad, a red enter button, and eight other buttons that I had
started to learn the
functions of but was afraid (with good cause) to fool around with.  Next
came a white mask
without cutouts for eyes,  nose or mouth.  A pair of rubber gloves.  A
shoulder length bleached
blonde wig, in soft curls.  A small box containing false fingernails,  a
tube of the sealant, silver
hoop earrings at least an inch in diameter, a small black butt plug,  a
thick leather collar with
spikes on it, a pair of silicon type falsies, and what looked to be a
condom.  I knew better.
     At the bottom of the bag I found two boxes, the kind clothes come in.
 In the first was a pair
of crotchless black leather panties, a pair of elbow length leather
gloves, and a lightly boned
leather and satin corset with half-cup bra support.  In the other box was
a black leather mini-dress
that would probably just cover my rear end, stockings, and calf-high black
leather boots with what
looked to be at least five-inch heels.  The panties, corset, gloves, and
boots all had a semi-shiny
material on the inside that I could only presume to be VRSKIN; The catalog
from the week
before had confirmed my guess at a name for the stuff.
     The directions for dressing were slightly different.  I was too enter
my code after putting on
each item, and to do so in a specific order.
     As I looked at the items I resigned myself to my fate.  One last
night of their kinky weirdness
and I would have my life back.  I squeezed some of the lubricant into my
hand and began rubbing
it over my entire body. Tara's instructions from that first nightechoed
through my head as I
massaged the goop into my hair.  Finished, I put on the pair of rubber
gloves and clicked my code
into the controller.   30 seconds and counting. 
     I stimulated myself into a hearty erection, not difficult when you
consider it was nearly erect
just from seeing the clothing, then began to roll the condom object on,
wondering what they were
going to do to my cock this time. The controller began to hum, then let
out a BEEP.  Immediately 
I felt a tingling sensation as my cock expanded and elongated to its new
size.  An inch and a
half thick and eight inches long.  Better not get a full erection with
that dress on.  I hit the enter
button again.  The panties slid up my legs and over my cock and balls,
which I pulled through the
hole in front.  There was also a hole over my asshole, which would be
filled in a minute.
     I held the falsies up to my chest, making sure to center my nipples
in the little indentations,
then waited for the controller to catch  up.  After a few seconds I heard
the hum and BEEP, and
my breasts  expanded to a nice b-cup size.  I marveled at the sensations
my breasts were giving
me and almost forgot about the controller.  I picked up the corset and
wrapped it around me. 
Instead of the normal draw string arrangement, this one was split up the
front.  On one side were
a multitude of little arrow shapes, and on the other a series of matching
holes.  I got the idea and
started to snap the arrows into place, leaving no trace of a seam on the
corset anywhere.  Hanging
from the back of the corset was a long strap.  I lubricated the butt plug,
ran the strap through the
slot on the bottom, and pushed it through the hole in the panties and into
my anus.  From that
point the strap split into two parts which came up on either side of my
cock and locked in place at
the bottom of the corset using the same arrow and hole connectors. 
     The stockings were next, and also connected to the corset at
thirty-six different points around
my leg, effectively making the corset one with the stockings.  The boots
were a little awkward to
put on, and again were closed with the arrow connectors.  
     I was really apprehensive about the mask.  I didn't see any breathing
holes and couldn't figure
out what it was for, but mine was not to wonder why.  I covered my face in
the goop and pheld
my breathe as I pressed the mask to my face.  I heard the remote hum and
beep, but the mask
came off in my hands, and I was a little confused.
     I positioned the wig on my head hit the enter button again.  In a
moment I had long curly
blonde hair.  The rubber gloves came off.  The bright red nails were just
as easy to put on, but I
couldn't figure out why I needed nails when I would be wearing gloves
until I put the gloves on.
When my fingers reached the ends of the tips the nails passed through,
making it look as if the
gloves had nails.  With the prosthetics taken care of, I began to calm
down a little.  The collar was
the last bit before the dress.  It was snug but not uncomfortable, and
again connected with the
arrows to make a seamless circle.  I sat down on the edge of the bed when
I heard the controller
begin to hum again.  Frantically I looked through  the bag to see if I had
missed anything. 
Nothing there.  BEEP. The corset contracted a little, forcing the breath
from my lungs, and
the gloves, boots, and collar all became skin tight.  A strange kneeding
and twisting sensation
started on my nipples.  Not my idea of comfort, but I could live with it. 
I grabbed the dress and
pulled it up over my legs and rear, and quickly pushed my arms through and
zipped it up.  It was
shorter than I thought, and amplified the small amount of cleavage that I
had.  I picked up the
controller and my car keys and headed out.  As I passed the bathroom, I
stepped in for a peek. 
Before me stood a six-foot-eight (with heels) black leather bitch, bright
red lipstick to match her
nails and a slightly over-done make-up job.  I knew now what the mask was
for.  If I looked real
hard, I could discern traces of my own male self underneath.  One last
night of these indignities, I
kept telling myself.  One last night.  I headed down stairs, and got into
my car.
     I started to panic when I first heard it.  Hummm - BEEP, and several
things happened at once. 
The corset contracted again and the boning stiffened, forcing me into an
upright position as it
pushed the breath from my lungs, while the strap holding the now larger
butt plug tightened,
driving it further into my ass.  My breasts enlarged to a c-cup, and the
half-inch nipples, which
now alternated between gently caressed and pinched hard, strained to break
through the
dress.  Even my cock was thickening as it got longer.  I got the car
started and pulled out of the
driveway.
     When the next BEEP came I was almost to the house.  My chest went
past a d-cup, and the
corset had pulled even tighter, driving the now dildo sized plug even
deeper.  My normal thirty-
two inch waist line must have been down to at least twenty-seven, and the
tip of the foot long
cock bulging the front and dangling out of the bottom of the dress was
aching to be caressed. 
The toes of my boots had bent downwards so that I might walk tippy-toed on
the six inch heels.  I
grabbed the controller and my car keys and rushed as well as I could to
the house.  Being extra
top heavy and trying to walk in those boots wasn't easy, but I knew I
couldn't have taken the
boots off now even if  I had the time or the will.  The door to the
basement opened before me and
I stumbled into the darkness.
     "Stand where you are, slut.  I wasn't finished with you last time,
and I had to pay for a second
chance.  Now you're the one who's going to pay."
     When the voice came out of the darkness, I knew I was in deeper
trouble than I had suspected. 
It was heavy and electronic and came from all around me, probably from
hidden speakers: a
woman's voice mutated through high-tech means.  My hands reached out in
front blindly hoping
to touch something that might keep me from falling, but met with nothing.
     A blue light started to fill the chamber, and I saw around me the
makings of a medieval torture
chamber warped into somebody's living quarters.  The walls were covered in
floor to ceiling
mirrors.  On the wall to my left was a huge wardrobe, both doors shut. 
The wall to my right had
a large x-frame rack, currently empty.  But the oddest thing was directly
across from me;  a
wrought iron-framed king size bed on which sat the evening's mistress.
     She was dressed similarly to me; high-heeled boots, stockings,
corset, and gloves, but all done
in a matching zebra stripe skin pattern.  Her head was encased in a mask,
also in zebra stripes,
which covered her mouth and eyes with a metallic screen giving her a very
alien bug look,  and
her long blonde hair streamed out of a topknot hole in the back.  What
really blew my mind was
her body; if it were real (which I doubted) she had d-cup breasts that
defied gravity and a waist
and hips that I had only dreamed about.  Whoever had done the research on
my libido had hit the
bulls-eye on this one, and my cock sprang to a rock hardness.  I wondered
if she were still upset
about last week's disruption at the fashion show.
     The blue light gradually got stronger as she got up off the bed. 
"So, the Art Critic likes
wearing leather and has a horse dick," the voice said, it's metallic
neutrality already getting on my
nerves,"which is good, because I like a man who is hung like a horse.  Or
should I say a woman
who is hung the way a man should be.  Maybe I shouldn't remind you of your
little escapade as a
horse, though, and get on with business.  You've had some fun these past
weeks, and this will be
your last night in this program, so I'll have to make worth the price."
     "Worth the pr...?"  The words came out of my mouth, but the voice
wasn't mine.  It was
higher and yet huskier.  Definitely not mine.  More like a woman's.
     "That would be the collar.  Nice effect, eh?"  She lifted a remote,
similar to mine.  "Let's
see.  Eleven inches of cock.  Check.  Forty double-D tits.  Check. 
Silkskin dildo buttplug, six
inches.  Check.  I always wanted a she-male lover, and now I have one made
to order.  If your
any good I'll keep you for myself.  Would you like that?
     "Put down your things, and come over here."  I did as she said, and
moved to the center of
the room.  She pressed a few buttons on her remote, and the floor in front
of me opened up.  A
black leather covered tumbling horse, seven feet long, rose out of the
floor and locked in place. 
On top were to little chains with clips on the end, and from either end
were straps with web type
restraints attached.  "Put the clips on."
     I reached down and picked up one of the clips.  The chain was not
connected to the other
clip, but instead went into a hole in the horse.  I pulled pown the front
of my dress and attached
the clip to my nipple, and pain shot through my body.  I then attached the
other one.     "Put the
manacles on."
     I wrapped the retraints on and fixed them in place, and she pressed
another button. 
Immediately the straps retracted into the ends of the horse, pulling my
arms apart and forcing me
to my knees.  The chains retracted into the horse, forcing my chest even
further into the horse.  In
a few seconds I went from standing free to kissing the leather in front of me.
     The zebra-bug-woman walked around behind me, the clicking of her
heels echoing
through the chamber.  "Have you enjoyed your little escapades, Mr.
O'Neill?  Do you like the
clothes, the women, your big dick?  Have you enjoyed the kinky fucks every
week while your
wife lives in ignorance?  If you were my husband, you wouldn't have to go
to work.  We
would fuck and suck all day long.  You could be my little sex slave, and I
would punish you when
you were bad, pleasure you when you were good.  Maybe you like being a bad
boy.  Well Mr.
O'Neill, bad boys get spanked.  Would you like to be spanked?"  She pulled
the dress up to my
hips, exposing my dildo filled ass, and began to hit my ass cheeks with
her opened hand.
     As she spanked, she again asked me, " Have you liked you little
escapades?"
     I knew the game, and how to answer.  "Yes, Mistress."
     "Are you a bad boy?"
     "Yes, Mistress."
     "Do you like being a horse-dicked she-male sex-slut pussy-whipped slave?"
     "Yes, Mistress."  Utter defeat could be heard in my voice.  Even so,
I almost laughed at the
fact that she could say that last sentence without getting toungue-tied.   
     After about thirty smacks, none of which caused me any real
discomfort, she walked
around in front of me again.  "Not much of a reaction from you.  Maybe
your punishment should
be a little more severe."  She pressed another button on her remote, and
two of the mirrors
opened up, one on either side of the room.  From the opening on my left
stepped a female dressed
head to toe in a VRskin body suit, black in color at her feet but fading
to white at her head.  Her
dirty blonde hair was pulled through a hole in the top of the mask
covering her head.  Mirrored
sunglasses on a stretch strap were pulled tight over where her eyes should
be.  The only exposed
flesh that I could see were a set of bright red lips.
     From the other side came a two similarly dressed females, only with
dark brown hairr, and
both made their way towards me, their unshod feet making no noise on the
floor.  They stopped in
front of me, so that I might better see them, and then turned to face the
zebra woman.  "Mr.
O'Neill, since you so enjoy fucks and sucks with women other than your
wife, I've decided to give
you a chance to experience our ultimate blow job.  These are my three
helpers for the night,
and they will get the two of us ready."  The dirty blonde padded over to
the wardrobe, opened it,
and took out a wooden box about a foot long.  The leopard woman opened the
box and took out
a tube of the gel.  Squeezing a gernerous portion into her hand and put
the tube back into the
box.  All three received generous portions on their crotches, and one
brunette had some smeared
on her lips.  What remained in her hand the zebra woman rubbed on her own
crotch.
     The dirty blonde then took something from the box and with both hands
pressed it to the
zebra womans crotch, then the four turned to face me.  I had a raging
hard-on from watching
these four walk around, but nearly lost it when I saw what was now
attached to the zebra woman;
eight inches of rock-hard zebra stripped cock pointed at me from across
the room.  Six inch black
cocks protruded from the crotches of each of the brunettes.  A sinister
laugh began to fill my ears
from the speakers around the room.
     "Well little girl, see what dressing like a leather slut gets you?" 
She motioned to the three
woman with her, and they moved towards me.  One brunette got down on all
fours in front of me,
and even though I couldn't see her because of the horse in front of me, I
felt her gel-covered lips
encase the head of my cock.  The dirty blonde moved around me, lifted my
ass into the air so that
my legs were straight up and my body was hoizontal to the horse, and I
felt her grab my hips as
she ground her hips into the dildo in my ass.  The other brunnette stood
at the end of the horse.
     The laughter started again, and I saw her press a few buttons on the
remote.  As the
humming started, I felt a mouth engulf my shaft until it was at the base,
swallowing the entire
eleven inches, while the blonde ground into my ass even harder.  Beep. 
The cock on the zebra
woman sprang to life, and from my genitals I started to get a very strange
sensation.  The dirty
blonde was now evidently attached to the dildo in my ass and to me because
of the straps running
through it and around me, and began to fuck me with a slow rythym.  The
brunette was now a
part of my cock, and it felt as if she were sucking and licking the entire
length of my cock at once. 
After a minute or two of their separate attempts, they began to move in
sync, one pushing my
orgasm out from behind while the other tried to suck it out from the
front. The prosthetic sheath
on my cock was preventing my release.
     Zebra-woman walked towards me, the cock slapping obscenely against
her legs making
my fear rise.  "Ask for it nicely, leather slut.  Tell me you want to suck
my cock.  Suck it like you
want your wife to suck yours if she could make your wet dreams come true. 
You be the wife, and worship this thick cock the way you've always  wanted
it done to you. 
Now, TELL ME YOU WANT TO SUCK MY COCK!"  The mechanical voice reverberated
throughout the room, it's echoes fading so the only sound was the grunts
from my ass-fucker and
the slurps from my cock-sucker.
     I knew I had lost.  Whatever shred of dignity I might have had left
after the past weeks
faded.  My voice came out high and womanly due to the collar.  "I want to
suck your cock."
     "No.  Like your wife would say it, the way she does when you
fantasize about her while
jerking off.  Like there is nothing else in the world that matters, just
sucking cock, my little
wife.  Tell your husband his wife wants to suck his cock."  She moved
closer, the cock bobbing in
front of my lips.
     Of all the women I had encountered in the past few weeks this was
probably the craziest. 
I could here the hysteria in her voice.  "Give me your thick cock.  My
husband.  I want to be your
wife, and I want to suck your cock.  I want to suck it, to kiss it to
experience it.  I...I  want it. 
I...I..."  In a quick motion I bobbed forward, taking the phallus in my
mouth,  swirling my tounge
over the glans, sucking as though I knew nothing else.  I bobbed my head
up and down, sucking
all the while, doing to the zebra-woman what I wanted done to me.  
     Her left hand came to rest on the back of my head, helping the
movement of my
mouth-stroking.  Below and behind me, the other girls had worked my body
into a frenzy.  My
whole body started to go numb, and I knew I was going to come regardless
of the prosthetics.  I
heard the soft tap of the buttons as the woman behind me approached orgam.
 I looked up at the
leopard woman, and could feel her evil smile even through the mask.
      "That's it baby.  Yeah, suck it.  Oh yeah."  Her comments sounded
like those in a bad
porn movie.  "Oh god, yes.  Oh yeah baby, suck me.  I'm gonna cum. Yes,
suck me.  Yes. Yes! 
YES!"  The phallus in my mouth started to convulse, and she drove my head
down further on the
shaft.  In what I can only call an exposion, the cock began to spurt cum
down my throat, and as
she backed up, it filled my now gagging mouth.  "Swallow what you can,
wifey.  It took us the
past six weeks to collect all this cum from you." She was laughing; I
tried to swallow it all but
couldn't, and zebra woman backed up another step, spurting cum on my face
and in my hair.  A
minute later I felt the woman behind me shudder for a full two minutes,
BEEP, and she was able
to pull away from my ass.  She grabbed my shoulders and pulled up, the
straps holding my arms
releasing from the horse.  The brunette continued to pump my aching shaft.
 I couldn't take much
more without passing out.
     Zebra-woman walked over to me, disconnected the clamps, and stood to
my side. 
"Fondle her."  I reached over to the dirty blonde's crotch and gripped it
in my right hand, and
began to squeeze and stroke it.  "Now me."  With my left hand I grabbed
her cock, and proceded
to do the same to her.  A bright light flashed in my eyes, and the
brunette below me sucked even
harder.  I exploded in her mouth as the light went off again, each spurt
met with a flash.  BEEP. 
With an audible pop her mouth came free from my shaft, and I collapsed to
the floor, the three
women standing over me.  I was so dizzy I could hardly think.  My flacid
horse cock retracted as
I lay there.
     The brunettes pulled me to a kneeling position, and wrapped my hands
around their
phalluses, and pushed them towards my face.  Zebra woman was hard again.
     "Seems you haven't satisfied all of us yet.  This time I want you to
suck like you really
mean it.  And show them what a good hand job you can give."  This time, my
hands pumped
away on the cocks to either side while I sucked on the one in front of me
like some porn queen. 
In a few minutes I heard a muted beep as all three exploded; one filled my
mouth while the other
two showered my face in my own cum.  "Lick them clean, you fucking whore."
 I did as I was
told, a stobe light going off the entire time.
     "Now get my slut-wife out of here."  The two brunnettes picked me up
under my arms,
and proceeded to carry me out of the dungeon.  They uncerimoniously tossed
me in my car and
dropped the controller on the other seat, along with a handful of twenties.
     "That's for services rendered tonight.  Better hurry, cum sucking
bitch.  Wifey should be
home soon."  My tires spun as I pulled out of the driveway.
                         
     I nearly made it to the halfway point when I realized my gas tank was
almost empty, even
though I I had filled it yesterday.  I pulled into the local mini-mart,
hobbled my way to the cashier,
and shoved one of the twenties at the gape-jawed clerk.  "Fill it up."  He
stared wide-eyed at me,
and slowly pulled in the twenty.  I got out of there quick, and raced home.
     I pulled into my driveway, the toe-down ballet-style boots making the
drive all but
impossible.  I clicked off the ignition and grabbed the controller.  Best
to get inside before I
started to disrobe.  I got out of the car and stumbled to the house. My
aching feet and dildo filled
ass made walking very difficult now.  As I fumbled with the keys I saw
headlights turn into the
driveway.
     I rushed inside, grabbed the handrail and pulled myself upstairs. 
Once there, I moved to
the master bathroom and locked the door.  I turned on the shower and
breathed a sigh of relief. 
Downstairs I heard my wife come in, then start to putter around.
     In the bathroom I was met with an unusual sight.  The reflection in
the mirror showed a
leather-clad slut, dried cum around her mouth and in her hair and all over
her face, make-up
mussed, looking and smelling strongly of sex.  Oh yeah: an eleven inch
dick hanging out of the
bottom of her dress.  No wonder the clerk gave me such a strange look.  
     I undid the dress, and did my best to get out of it, finally dropping
it to the floor, but not
before losing my balance and falling to the floor. The dress off, I picked
up the controller and
took a seat on the toilet, pushing the now familiar feeling dildo further
into my sore ass.  My huge
cock started to spring to life again.
     "Honey?  Is that you?"  My wifes voice was close; the shower I had
turned on had masked
her approach.
     "Who..."  My woman's voice cracked.  I tried dropping it a few
octaves, and it almost
sounded normal.  "Who else would it be, dear?"  
     "I've got the most incredible news!  I did it.  I mean, we did it! 
The lottery!  We hit for
nearly twenty million!  I tried getting you at the gym, but they said you
weren't there.  I called the
realtor, and confirmed a buy on that house we were looking at and then
went shopping and I
bought some things and I hope you're not upset with me."  I could hear the
excitement in her
voice as it all bubbled forth.
     Meanwhile, I was trying to get out of my predicament.  I tapped the
release code into the
controller, and waited.  BEEP.  Immediately, the dildo in my ass started
to vibrate, and my cock
began to really harden.  Wrong code!  I tapped it in again, taking a
little more time.  BEEP.  The
corset shrunk again while my bust expanded, and the sudden change in
weight distribution made
me topple over.
     "First I got some new clothes and I got this picture you just have to
see...Honey, did you
fall?  Are you okay?  Honey, do you need help?"
     "No!"  I had a hard time keeping my voice masculine.  "I'll be out in
a few minutes."
     "Imagine it!  We'll never have to work again.  We can lounge about
our house, and do
whatever we desire all day long!"
     My cock stood out a full eleven inches from my body, and my already
sore ass was going
numb from the vibrator inside.  My nipples ached.
     "There is one thing I bought I really think you should know about."  
     "What's that, dear?"
     The door kicked in, the latch splintering the wood as it swung wide. 
Before me stood the
zebra woman, bug mask gone to reveal my wife's face beneath.  In one hand
she held a 3 foot by 4
foot framed and matted picture of me as a woman, my mouth wide open and
filled with cum, a
huge zebra cock shooting more cum on my face and in my hair.  On either
side of my head I
gripped another dick, each shooting cum onto my face.  "I bought new codes
for your controller,
wifey, when I renewed my membership. Bring that horse cock of yours out
here where I can
properly fuck it.  We can watch some of your movies while you tell me how
much you've enjoyed
the past few weeks"




                         Epilogue


     I lay on the silk sheets covering our master bed, staring up at my
reflection in the mirror
above me, my thick ten inch long cock dribbling cum into my bellybutton.
My feet are locked in
spike heeled boots which are in turn locked in the stocks which make up
our bed's footboard.  My
hands are encased in leather mittens, and locked in the stocks that are
our headboard.  Around my
twenty-six inch waist is a heavily boned leather corset which supports my
double-D cup breasts,
done in the zebra skin which denotes the clan my wife controls in the
society.  My
bright red lips are wrapped around the rubber ball gag stuffed in my
mouth.  I can't remember
when she last let me be just me.  I can't remember what is actually me.
     My wife came over, dressed in a zebra stripped fur cat suit, and
lifted my cock to her
mouth.  "I'm so glad you've accepted our new life.  I missed my sorority
sisters so much, and
now we're all together again.  I am sorry about the show; but you needed
to be taught some
humility.  I was beginning to think you'd leave me for a life with the
other girls."  My shaft slid
between her lips into her hot wet mouth, and she began to suck and lick.
She paused, and looked
me in the eyes.  
     "Do you mind if I have some of my old friends over tonight, honey? 
Tara says she has
some new ideas she wants to try out, and you are *so* accomodating.  After
all, I know how you
like something a little kinkier than what we normally do.  Then we could
go over to the
Twighlight Zone, and I could show off my new personal servant.  No
objections?  I just knew
you wouldn't mind."  She turned on the vibrator in my ass and finished the
blow job. 
       

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