Message-ID: <12811eli$9807071541@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "redheaded composer" Subject: New Story: Attacked by Silk Gloves - 4/5 (tg, magic, nc, creative) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980706143516.21291.qmail@hotmail.com> New Story: Attacked by Silk Gloves - 4/5 (tg, magic, nc, creative) My second story, I hope you like it. Normal Disclaimer Information: Do not read any further if: 1. You are under the age of 18, or 2. You are offended by explicit sexual and/or erotic writing, or 3. You are offended by humiliating sexual situations This story describes creative situations where a man is magically transformed into a woman, against his will. If this sort of story is likely to offend you, then do not continue. If you have any comments on this story, good or bad, then please tell me so via E-mail! It will encourage me to write more. Thank you, RHMusic - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Janice! My god, you haven't changed a bit!" Jacob stared at Paul and Paul stared back at him. "I mean it. You look exactly like I remember. And you're wearing the same dress from the prom!" "I'll just leave you two love-birds to get re-acquainted. Remember Jacob, she's still trying to get well, and she can't speak yet." Rosemary looked upon Paul with extreme pity and patted his forehead. Jacob sat down on the edge of the bed next to Paul, "Of course, thank you Mrs. Carter. I'll take good care of her." Jacob waited until Rosemary closed the door, and then turned to Paul, angry. "You heartless bitch! Where have you been all this time? All this time I thought you were dead, and now, what, 25 years later you show back up... and you look exactly the same! And now I'm forty- five, and... Jeez, I loved you, why did you leave? I thought you had died all this time, and now you're alive! Where were you?" Paul looked up at Jacob, mute, with innocent eyes. Jacob was really quite handsome, Paul decided, for being over 40. He wore a kind of rugged, out-doorsy look, with dark brown hair, a trim figure, and chiseled features. A silk glove rose on it's own behalf and stroked Jacobs arm, comforting him. Jacob's eyes screwed up and then he looked away, clenched his fists, and tensed up. "I know you can't answer me, but I had told you I loved you... and when you left and I had thought you died, I was angry and hurt..." Jacob looked at Paul with wet eyes. Paul's hand continued to stroke his arm. After a second, realizing that Paul couldn't answer, Jacob calmed down, breathing heavily. Just then, Jacob's face changed to a startled expression, and he looked down. Paul looked down too and was horrified at what he saw: the glove on Paul's other hand had started squeezing the bulge in Jacob's crotch. Paul grimaced as he could feel the limp penis and balls being manipulated under his hand. "Janice... what are you doing?" Jacob looked at Paul with puzzled eyes, as his penis started to harden. Both of the gloved hands continued their stroking. "Janice..." he said again, "Oh...", then leaned down, slipped a hand behind Paul's neck, intertwined his fingers in Paul's long hair, and then, with gentle force, pulled Paul's head forward until their lips met in a deep, deep kiss. Paul's body, now fully in the control of Rosemary's medicine, returned the kiss with enthusiasm. Paul's mind, however, revolted. "What am I doing?" he thought wildly, "how is this happening?" Paul felt his nipples itch and tingle, and a warm glow develop in his sex, an indication of how thoroughly he had surrendered to his feminine body. He sunk further into the kiss, enjoying it against his will. Paul's eyes flew open: he felt Jacob's tongue between his lips! He tried to jerk away, but the hand behind his neck held him close. A second hand reached up and cradled Paul's face, stroking it. Paul felt Jacob push his tongue deep into his mouth, saliva mixing with saliva. Just then, the undergarments Paul was wearing began their attack. The panties clasped over his sex and clenched around his buns, working their way deeper into each crevice. The bra cups on the corset began to squeeze his breasts, and then began pinching his hard nipples, the fabric brushing over his nipples which quickly grew hard and swollen. The onslaught of stimulation was too much for Paul, he whimpered and moaned. The panties worked their way into Paul's crotch and gently touched his clitoris. Paul couldn't help it, he moaned, and in the process his tongue touched Jacob's tongue. Jacob took this opportunity to stroke his tongue all over Paul's, and Paul, his concentration divided and his body under automatic pilot, responded. His tongue reached out, on it's own, and pushed into Jacob's mouth. This time Jacob moaned, and at first Paul thought it was due to the kiss, but then he felt his gloved hand moving. It had left Jacob's arm, and had unbuckled his belt, which was then pulled free. Paul looked down in horror, trying to stop his hands, but the gloves had complete control, especially in his weakened mental condition. Now both hands undid the snap on the pants, which sighed open, and then slowly slid the zipper down over the length of Jacob's penis. Paul's hand reached into the front of Jacob's pants and started to squeeze and manipulate Jacob's balls through the cotton briefs. Paul's other hand worked their way over Jacob's ass cheeks. Jacob broke off the kiss. He lifted his ass off the bed, and the gloved hands slipped his pants down. Jacob's smile showed he was in a trance, in lust. Jacob slipped off both shoes, took the pants completely off, and then clambered fully onto the bed, leaned back, and then, grasping Paul's shoulders, push Paul down to his penis. Paul's face was now inches from Jacob's crotch. The briefs didn't hide anything at all; the hard penis was clearly outlined. Paul had no idea of what to do, and didn't want to do anything at all. The silk gloves, however, knew exactly what to do. One was between Jacob's legs, lightly stroking the sensitive spot between his balls and anus, the other had cupped an ass cheek. "Noooo!" Paul looked away, with wild eyes, trying to move away from the hard cock, but was prevented from going too far by the silk gloves, which held on to Jacob's ass and pulled him closer. To make matters worse, Jacob, his thoughts now strictly on his own satisfaction, reached down, grabbed Paul's head, and turned it so that it faced squarely towards his crotch. Both gloves now reached and cupped both of Jacob's buns, and pulled Paul in the rest of the way; his face mashed against the hard penis, through the cotton briefs, with his nose buried in the balls. Jacob thrust his hips gently forward, encouraged by the pulling and probing of the gloves, rubbing his penis all over Paul's face. Jacob's crotch did not smell unpleasant. It was a musky smell, sweaty and richly dark. Paul's female underwear renewed their stroking of his sensitive parts, and Paul felt his own lust begin to overtake his reason. "My face is mashed into a man's crotch!" he thought, "My god, I can't be enjoying this, I'm.... Oh god..." and just then, Paul felt a wet spot on Jacob's briefs. It rubbed over his face, leaving a wet trail. "Oh, no..." As it wiped over his nose and lips, and he recognized the smell of semen, like that of moist jasmine. Paul watched as the silk gloves slipped under the waistband of the briefs and slipped them down. Jacob sat up and removed them completely Paul was now face to face with a hard, naked, penis... already leaking. Paul just couldn't do it. He clenched his teeth and held back. But the silk gloves had other ideas. One reached down and gently massaged Jacob's balls. The other grasped the penis and pointed it directly at Paul's mouth. Jacob groaned again and pulled Paul's head closer. Paul's mouth bumped against the head of the penis, his mouth still clenched tight. He looked up at Jacob, pleading, but Jacob's eyes were closed. He was lost in the erotic scene. He pulled Paul closer again. This time, the silk glove moved the penis all over, smearing the pre- cum all over Paul's beautiful, feminine face, nudging his lips, smearing his makeup, probing his nose, rubbing back and forth over his eyes, and even over his nostrils. "It's as if I'm worshipping his penis," Paul thought to himself, "making love to it." All this time, Paul felt his own excitement building under the stimulating grasp of his underwear. Paul lifted his head a bit and the penis was rubbed over his lips, which were becoming slick and slippery. Jacob moaned again, he wanted to go the final yard. It was only a split second that his mind was diverted: the panties that Paul wore, which had worked their way deep into the crevice of his ass, had made a point and now penetrated his anus, past the sphincter. Paul's mind blitzed and entered a lust filled trance for a split second. Enough for him to part his lips and moan. Jacob pulled his head forward, and the hard cock slid smoothly into his mouth. Paul gave in to the lust washing over his body. He began to gently suck on the cock, tentatively at first, and then harder with increasing vigor. The sensation was strange. It was alive in his mouth, soft and pliant on the outside, but with a hard inner core. It was unlike anything he had had in his mouth before. He discovered that he really enjoyed sucking it. "Is it me?" he wondered, "or my body?" He ran his tongue over the glans, licked the thick fluid which seeped out of the slit at the tip, sucked just the tip, and then sucked it as deeply as he could. He gagged as Jacob pushed his cock in too deep. But even that was exciting. He felt deeply submissive. Jacob was ready to come. He interwove the fingers of both hands behind Paul's head and trapped Paul with a hard cock deep in his mouth. Jacob jacked his hips forward, pushing the cock further down Paul's throat. The orgasm came nearer, then nearer, and then with one last push... he came. Paul's face was mashed into Jacob's pubic hair at this point, his nose buried in Jacob's crotch. He was sucking when he felt Jacob ejaculate. Paul tried desperately to pull away, but Jacob, oblivious to everything but his orgasm, held on tight. Jacob spurted three or four times, and as he pulled his penis out of Paul's mouth, Paul felt the salty sperm flood over his tongue. A silk glove grasped hold of Jacob's penis, still hard, and massaged the remaining drops of cum from it. Jacob had relaxed his grip on Paul. Paul pulled his head back and the penis slipped out of his mouth, just as the glove squeezed out the last drop from the cock, which smeared over Paul's lips and chin. Jacob released Paul completely and lay back on the bed, exhausted. "My god, Janice, that was fantastic," he said. "I've been wondering for 25 years what kind of cocksucker you were." Paul, disgusted by his own willingness to suck cock, found himself with a mouth full of sperm. Not knowing what else to do, he grimaced and swallowed the slimy mess. Paul swallowed a couple more times to clear his mouth, and then wiped the cum from his chin and lips. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - After Jacob had ejaculated, Paul had entered a trance in which he had nearly lost consciouness completely. As he struggled back yet again, he felt as if delicate fingers of a foreign mind slip away. It was like clearing a room of fog, which swirled around as he fanned the air. "This is it," he thought, "I don't have much time left." Paul lay his head back down to gather his strength. As he did, his face lay down in Jacob's lap, right on top of Jacob's naked penis. "Poor Janice," Jacob cooed, "You must still be recovering. I don't know what got into us, you shouldn't have been sucking my cock in your state." Paul looked up at Jacob and saw him staring down. A silk glove reached up and started to gently stroke Jacob's penis. "What am I doing!" Paul thought, angrily. "Stop, damn it!" He momentarily succeeded in pulling his hand away, but gradually his strength ebbed and the glove resumed it's stroking. Jacob's cock started to grow. Paul felt his other silk glove come to life. It reached down, grasped a handful of the burgundy taffeta skirt, and pulled it up, exposing the crinoline underneath. It reached down again, pulling up the crinoline and the slip, exposing his stockings, garters, panties, and thighs. Paul had completely lost control. The silk gloves were controlling the agenda, and all Paul could do was watch and feel as the gloves forced his fingers to stroke over the lips of his pussy, pushing the panties into his slit as they stroked up and down. As the fingers stroked over his clitoris, Paul jerked with a sensitive jolt. Paul looked up at Jacob and saw him watching intently. His cock was fully hard. The gloved hand released Jacob's penis and went to gently squeeze each of Paul's breasts through the bodice. It then reached into the bodice and pulled out a breast from the dress and bra cup. The nipple now exposed, the glove began to pinch it, tweak it, and draw circles around the aureole. Paul watched, helpless, as Jacob reached down and started lightly stroking Paul's bare shoulders. Paul felt a tingle develop in his nipples at the intimate touch, which caused him to moan slightly. Next, Jacob reached down and gently massaged each breast, one exposed, and a second through the bodice of the dress. Jacob's breath quickened. Meanwhile, the glove stroking Paul's sex continued its business with increasing intensity. Paul's panties had soaked through with lubrication and he now regularly shook with small sexual tremors. Jacob moved down the bed and started stroking with both hands. One on Paul's breasts, and a second on his legs. First, Jacob stroked up the length of each stocking leg, then he played with the garters and stocking tops, then the top of the thighs, and finally he stroked around Paul's sex, through each and every nook and cranny in and around his crotch. Paul lay back, unable to resist the relentless stimulation. Both gloves, and now both of Jacob's hands, were playing Paul like a musical instrument displayed on the bed, each caress or squeeze causing Paul to quiver, moan, or sigh. Jacob worked a finger under the leg band of the panties and dipped it into Paul's pussy. As he was invaded, Paul had his first orgasm. A small one, it nevertheless caused him to momentarily fall back into a trance. A trance where he merely reacted and felt, and ceased to think. Jacob stoked over Paul's clitoris directly, causing Paul to violently arch his back and gasp. He orgasmed again, this time stronger, and the trance lasted for a full 15 seconds this time. Finally, Jacob decided it was time. He moved between Paul's spread legs, kneeling, moved the crotch of the panties to one side, and holding it there, rubbed the head of his cock up and down Paul's pussy. "This is it," thought Paul, in perhaps his last coherent thought, "I'm about to lose my virginity to a man..." He paused for a second, then added, "oh, yes... please!" Now well lubricated, Jacob pushed his cock gradually between Paul's pussy lips. Paul was tight, but also very wet, so Jacob was able to push in easily, although he went slowly. Jacob groaned as he felt the grasping vagina clench around his cock. Paul felt the hard cock parting the walls of his vagina and reach deep, to parts Paul had never felt before. In his trance, he felt a deep urge for his cervix to be massaged. Paul pushed against Jacob forcing the hard rod all the way in, after which he squirmed around trying to push harder and harder against it. The feeling of the pubic hair against his clitoris was incredible. Jacob pulled out, plunged back in, and then again. Paul felt him bump up against his clit each time, and felt Jacobs balls brush up against his ass cheeks. The feelings were wonderful, and Paul lost himself and surrendered completely. It didn't take much longer. Jacob's thrusting became more urgent, and, far too soon, he pushed all the way in, and then with twitching spasms, he came, deep inside Paul's unprotected pussy. Paul was very near too. After he felt Jacob coming, he grabbed hold of Jacob by the ass, and roughly pulled him in, not caring that Jacob might now be too sensitive. Paul ground away at Jacob's crotch for another second, and then orgasmed - a fantastic humming orgasm which coursed through his body for 10 seconds or more, causing poor Jacob to whimper at the abuse his cock was receiving. Eventually, Paul relaxed, let go of Jacob, collapsed back on the bed, and felt the final wisps of his consciousness slip away. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was early next morning when Janice woke up. Jacob was long gone, having been shooed away by Rosemary with the promise that he could see Janice again later. Also, Janice's prom dress had been removed. She was now wearing just a simple cotton nightdress with cotton panties. Rosemary had been waiting in the room for Janice to wake up. This was it, Rosemary was certain, Janice was now fully restored in her new body. Janice moaned and sat up. "Janice? How are you feeling?" Rosemary rushed to the side of the bed, and gently patted Janice's hand. "Mom?" Janice looked up at Rosemary. "Sweetie?" There was a pause as mother and daughter both looked at each other. Janice struggled to clear her mind. It took a second before she woke up fully, but eventually the events of the past few days came back to her clearly. Janice understood exactly what had happened. She had witnessed it first hand. Janice sat up on the bed. "Mom!" She said, angrily, and then, "You bitch!" Janice slapped Rosemary hard on the face, leaving a bright red handprint. She roughly pushed her mother away, who staggered back against the wall. "Janice, my baby!" "Mom, I never had the guts to tell you this before, but you are an evil bitch. I hated you 25 years ago, and I despise you now. You have trapped and murdered an innocent man. Have you no shred of decency?" "No! The murderer is the asshole who ran you off the road. That's who the murderer is, the bastard who deprived me of you to begin with." Janice smiled. "Here's something else I've been meaning to tell you. Remember, 25 years ago when I got into the accident? Well, I was running away from you. I had had enough of your bickering with Dad, the way you controlled our lives, and I was getting out. So no matter what, you were going to lose me. I'd rather be dead than to have to live my life with you." With that, Janice got out of bed, and tried to take off the nightgown. But the nightgown had grasped tight around her legs, refusing to let go. Janice looked up at her mother. "Jesus Mom. Give it up. I learned your tricks too well for you to pull this shit on me." With that, Janice brushed her hands lightly over the nightgown. The nightgown grew limp, and Janice easily pulled it off. "Please, you can't go!" Rosemary walked over to Janice and put a hand on her arm. "I love you. Maybe it was wrong, but I wanted you back so bad. Can't you forgive that? This will kill me!" "Then that's what you deserve." Janice pushed her away again. "Now get away from me. I hate you, and I never want to see you again!" "After all I've done for you! And now you hate your poor old mother." Rosemary screamed and ran out the door. Janice could hear her sobbing down the hall. Janice shouted after her: "It's not going to work! I won't feel sorry for you! You're a murderer!" Janice looked around the room for something to wear. "Jesus, my prom dress? What the fuck's that doing out?" For an instant she flashed on a memory of prom night, with Jacob. Her cheeks briefly flushed with shame. Janice spied Paul's original clothes, lying on the floor. She picked them up and started to dress. The male clothes felt weird on her skin, too loose and coarse, but somehow stealing Paul's clothes after stealing his body seemed appropriate. "Might as well keep all his belongings together," she thought. That thought caused Janice to pause for a second. She looked around the room and went to the closet. After a quick search she found what she was looking for. "Wow, and they never opened it." It was a knapsack, and it contained all the things she felt she needed to start her new life: 100 dollars, her birth certificate, passport, driver's license, diploma, scrapbook, underwear, and other essentials. "Amazing. Let's get it right this time." Janice left her room and walked down the stairs. "Man, this place is a pig-sty!" Her Dad had been the one to keep up the place. He was the only one who really cared, Janice. "Janice." Janice looked up the stairs at Rosemary who was standing at the top. "What?" Rosemary descended the stairs, looking pale. "I love you. I'll make it up to you. Please don't leave." Janice watched her mother approach. "I don't believe you. You make promises and you never keep them." Rosemary reached out her hand and touched Janice's wrist. Janice felt a magic bond encircle and trap her wrist. Janice looked at her mother with a disgusted look. "Please. You are so pathetic." Janice closed her eyes for a second, twisted her wrist, broke free of the bond, and then walked to the front door. "NO!" Rosemary ran to catch up, stumbled to her knees, and, crawling forward, grabbed Janice around the knees. Janice reached out to the lock of the front door. She didn't need a key to open it. In fact, there were no keys to any of the doors in the house. All she had to do was touch the lock and rotate her finger, and the lock slid open. "Goodbye Mother." Janice kicked away her mothers arms, stepped outside, and slammed the door behind her. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - As she walked down the driveway she saw Paul's car. "Hey! Janice!" Janice looked up at the voice and saw Jacob approaching her. "Oh, it's you, Jacob." "Hey, why are you wearing those clothes? Anyway, I was hoping we could go out tonight, seeing as it looks like you've recovered and all. Last night was just incredible. Umm... what do you say?" "Last night?" Janice played innocent. "Yeah, uh, last night. Don't you remember? In your bedroom?" "What happened last night?" "Well, I... uh... that is we, uh... I came to visit and comfort you." "Don't you mean that you took advantage of a delirious sick person, using her confusion to coerce her into degrading sex acts?" "No! You started it! I mean..." "You bastard." Janice took a step towards Jacob, and as soon as she was close enough, she jammed her knee into his balls, hard. "Oh, Fuck!" Jacob shouted, keeling over. "I've known what you were *really* like since that night at the prom, you asshole, fondling my best friend in the hallway! If I could castrate you, I would." Janice stalked away, got in the car, fumbled for a second with the keys, and drove off. [End of Part 4] -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----