Message-ID: <29859asstr$987297001@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail X-Original-Message-ID: <3AD8B18F.2580A616@noyb.com> From: Maria X-Accept-Language: en MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2001 20:34:55 GMT X-MIME-Autoconverted: from 8bit to quoted-printable by bgtnsc04-news.ops.worldnet.att.net id UAA17159 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id QAA27619 Subject: {ASSM} The Takers - Chapters 1 - 7. TG Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2001 21:10:01 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates, RuiJorge _= _= _= -_ -_ -_ = = = The Takers _= _= _= -_ -_ -_ = = = By Maria This publication is solely for adults. Ages 26 and older only. If you are 21 to 25, you should go find a friend and have a good time, but do stop reading now. If you are under 21, then you may not read this. This story is copyrighted (c) 2001. You may distribute it freely, as long as no changes are made to the content or author's credit. Chapter 1 Warden drove along the riverbank, traveling upstream, in the nearing twilight. The autumn leaves on the trees looked fantastic - "This is great," thought Warden. Watching the yellow, red, and orange leaves alongside the forested road he was driving on, Warden traveled on, enjoying the ever-changing scenery. The last week at work had been especially long and particularly difficult. Two consultants from the head office had come in, and Warden had to assist them on top of all his regular duties as a computer network administrator. This had meant quite a few extra hours put in, both before regular check-in time and after everyone else had left the office. "I'm worn out", he thought, "but I bet all that extra time I put in will earn me a nice bonus come Christmas time." Warden drove along the road. The tree shadows were stretched out long, the sun was almost setting and it cast light like hot gold all over the tops of the trees. Half the leaves had fallen from most of the trees, but that still left plenty to show the fall colors. Water swirled over rocks in the riverbed as he drove on. Warden turned off his car air conditioner and rolled down his window. Air whooshed into the car, making lots of noise, but that was okay. Warden stuck his left arm out and rested his elbow on the window frame, grabbing the edge of the car hood with his hand. The swift breeze felt good along his arm, and he kept driving. Soon the road turned away from the riverbank and started getting steeper. "Getting near the dam now," thought Warden. The road took a few more turns, and soon Warden could see the dam. He turned the radio on, and heard a country tune -- "The silence of a shooting star, Lights up a purple sky, And as I wonder where you are, I'm so lonesome I could cry." "Great song," he thought, as he was driving over the dam, "That was Hank Williams best song." Warden glanced at the lake-side of the dam and thousands of sparkles from the evening sun reflected off of waves from the lake. Lake water spread far out, for miles and miles. Trees along the banks showed bright red colors, mixed with yellows, oranges, and some greens from the many pine trees. The water on the river side of the dam was much lower. "Cool," thought Warden, "this looks so cool." He drove on for about a mile after crossing the dam and turned to the right. This road took a couple of curves, then led in a steep descent. Turning one more curve, Warden could see the lake again. Quite a few houseboats were floating on the water there, and many cars were parked on the side of the road. The road just kept going down and down, right into the lake. People could launch their boats here. Warden found a spot, parked his car, grabbed the canvas bag from the seat beside him and got out. He locked the car and walked further down the road to the lake. Off to the left was a huge, square-shaped "pond" with high vertical cliffs. This was the quarry where all the rock had come from to make the dam. Three people were fishing there, sitting on rock perches near the waterline. On the right was the floating dock, which is where Warden was heading. Warden walked down the road almost to where it entered the water, and then turned right. There was the walk-ramp to the dock. It was just a wooden walkway, floating on steel barrels. He walked on it, and it gave slightly with his weight. The dock was several iron barges that had been roped together with steel cables. There was a small short-order grill and bait & tackle shop on one end, but most of the rest was fitted out for the eighty or so boats that were docked there. Warden looked around and saw Ben, one of the dock-hands, and waved to him. Ben waved back and walked over to him. "I've got you all fixed up, Warden, just like you asked," Ben said, as he shook Warden's hand. "The cooler is filled with ice, a couple of steaks, some eggs, bacon, and sandwich meat. Some tomatoes, mayo, and other fixen's too." "I've got your gear stowed in the launch, too, so you're good to go," said Ben. "Great," says Warden. Ben had helped Warden stock up for weekend camp-outs several times before. Warden paid him for the supplies, and then gave him an extra fifty. Ben protested, but Warden insisted and Ben finally took it. He knew Ben didn't make much as a dock-hand, but Ben had helped him out with several favors over the years, so he always made sure to give Ben a bit extra. " Warden followed Ben to the small launch a one of the dock bays. It was just a twelve-foot aluminum launch, with a ten horsepower engine. Not much of a boat, but it was all Warden needed. He wasn't going far, just about three miles to a favorite camp spot. Warden got in, thanked Ben again and shook his hand. He turned around to the small ten-horspower engine and grabbed the starter-handle, yanked it back, and the engine started right up. He turned the engine around and backed out of the little docking bay, then spun the engine back forward and turned the boat out to the lake. For a few minutes he kept the speed low. As soon as he got clear of the houseboat area, he cranked the throttle and the boat picked up speed - it was just a ten-horsepower, it didn't really go very fast. The sun had set by now, and it was close to dark. After just ten minutes, Warden saw the bank he was looking for and headed the boat for it. He didn't slow the boat down at all as he approached - he just cut the throttle at the last second and let the launch ride up the bank and ground itself. The bank was only about 30 feet long, and as Warden grabbed his canvas bag and walked up to the woods, he thought, "Looks great, just like it did last time." He walked to a small path between the trees - it was hard to tell there was really a path, because it was mostly covered with leaves now. After passing just a few trees, there was a small clearing. This was only about 60 feet into the wooded area. It looked the same as Warden remembered. He dropped his bag and with his foot started brushing leaves aside. In only a couple of minutes he had cleared out a good space. He went back to the launch and grabbed one of the cloth sacks there and brought it to the clearing. He unzipped the zipper, pulled out the contents and tossed it onto the now-cleared spot. This was a quick-set tent, and it sprung out and flopped about for a few seconds, then the springy "spines" in the tent had all unfolded into a kind of roundish "pup-tent". Warden grabbed the lightweight tent and flipped it over, for it had unfolded upside down. He grabbed the four stakes from the bag and used the mallet included to stake down the four sides, and his tent was ready now. Warden went back to the boat and started bringing the supplies he had asked Ben for. They were all there, but of course there wasn't much. He kept his supplies stored in a bin at the dock for occasions such as this. A small gas lantern, the cooler (with food Ben had bought) - he put that inside the tent. It was a two-person tent, so there was room, and a sleeping bag. This wasn't bear country - there were no animals larger than a raccoon around here. The rest was just small amenities - a bag with a fold-up shovel and some t.p., a bar of soap, a hatchet, matches, etc. Warden gathered up a circle of stones, and then used the hatchet to gather some kindling and firewood, and started a small fire. He looked inside the cooler and found some pork tenderloin slices. He skewered them on some thin sticks, poked the sticks in the ground so that the tenderloin slices were held above the fire, and rested while they cooked. He checked the cooler and there was some Irish Stout beer, so he cracked one open and sipped on it while it the tenderloins cooked. The stout had a pleasant roasted flavor, and Warden relaxed as he sipped it. He turned the skewers of tenderloin a few times, and soon they were ready to eat - he shook a bit of pepper on them, and bit into one right off the skewer. This was so good, he thought. The taste filled his mouth and it wasn't like any home-cooked meal - it was so much better. The flavor of the wood smoke had made the tenderloin so good that Warden thought, "There's just nothing better. A home cooked meal is great, but a camp-out fire-cooked meal is the ultimate. The Cave-men got it right, way before we ever invented electric stoves and microwaves." Each bite of the skewered pork tenderloin was delicious, as was each sip of the stout. "This might just be the best meal I ever had," thought Warden. He watched the stars between the tree-tops, looked at the lake waters between the tree trunks. The boat was fine, well-beached, and wouldn't float away. He was getting sleepy, but he just sat there for about twenty more minutes, until he almost drowsed off. "Better sleep now," he thought, and crawled into the tent and into his sleeping bag, and he was asleep in about two minutes. _= _= _= -_ -_ -_ = = = The Takers _= _= _= -_ -_ -_ = = = By Maria Chapter 2 Warden woke up, stretched, yawned, and closed his eyes. He lay there in his sleeping bag for about five minutes, just relaxing and waking up. It was still dark, and eventually he opened his eyes. He must have woken up early. He felt great. Warden crawled out of his sleeping bag, which was a bit hard in the small pop-up tent he was in. the food cooler took up a bit of space, but he made it. He looked in his canvas bag and fished out his soap, toothbrush, and toothpaste. Seeing by the dim starlight, he walked down the path to the "beach" (really just a shore) and looked at his boat. The launch was fine, still way up on the shore. The engine was tilted up because he had grounded the boat up past the waterline. Warden undressed and laid his clothes down on one of the boat seats. Knowing the water would be cold, he didn't even test it - he ran right in it a full speed, and yelled as the cold water hit him. He laughed, and ran right up to waist level. "B O N Z A I" he yelled, and ducked his upper half and head under the water. Damn, it was cold!!!! He stood up, and it was too cold - he ran back to the shore, near the boat, and stood there shivering. He started soaping himself, and went back to the water, about ankle deep. He washed as best he could in the cold water, splashing a bit on himself here and there to help him soap and scrub, then went back to the shore. "Now or Never," he thought, "Hee Hee, this is fun!" "G E R O N I M O ! ! ! ! " he shouted and ran back into the water. At full speed, and not stopping, he ran as fast as he could until the water knocked him off his feet and he fell into the cold stuff full body, and he swam a few feet under water. His heart pounded, and he was freezing now. His arms and legs were shivering up a storm and he thought "Damn, this is Too Cold" and stood up. Warden walked back to the shore, splashing water all over him to get the last of the soap off. He went to the boat, found his toothbrush and toothpaste in his equipment as he shivered, and went back to the shore. He kneeled down and brushed his teeth, slurping up water from the lake to rinse his mouth. He dried off with a towel and dressed again. He was too cold, and couldn't stop shivering. Warden got his Coleman lantern and lit t, turning it up as far as it would go. He sat on the ground with the lantern between his legs, and hovered over it, warming himself. After about five minutes he warmed up enough to gather more wood and kindling, and he started another fire. The quickly growing blaze warmed him up in just a few minutes. Meantime, the sky had lightened considerably and the sun was just about to rise. He fished around in his supplies, found bacon and a frypan. He set three rocks close to his new fire and made a kind of tripod to set the frypan on, and started frying up 3 strips of bacon. Smoke from the morning breeze blew into his face, so he moved to the other side of the fire, watching the bacon all the while. When it was done, he set it aside in a paper plate he had ready, and cracked a couple of the eggs into the frypan. They quickly fried up in the bacon grease. Warden set a couple of English muffins near the fire, leaning them against the rocks so they would toast, and soon he was having what was perhaps the best breakfast of his life. Almost done with his breakfast, and still feeling warm from the fire, Warden heard a rustling from the woods. He looked up and saw a couple walking towards him. They waved, and walked closer. They both wore jeans and lumberjack shirts - the woman was quite attractive, long hair and quite a figure, the man with wide shoulders. "That breakfast smells so good," they said, "can we please join you? We are camping just a bit away, and smelled your cooking. We brought some breakfast food of our own, and would love to share it with you." Warden wasn't surprised, he knew this wasn't a hidden camping spot, and he had met several other campers here over the years. He felt like some company would be nice, so he said, "Sure, but I am almost full," he said. "Let's cook up your stuff, but you will have to most of the eating yourselves." `I think we can handle that," said the woman. "Hi, I'm Gina," the woman said, and held out her hand, and Warden shook it. "This is my man, Rick." Rick held out his hand, and Warden shook it too - firm grip, Warden thought. Gina sat down near the fire, and started fishing items out of the sack she was carrying, "Geez, what a looker," Warden thought. "What a pair." He stared shamelessly at her chest. It was certainly a well-endowed chest. Nature had been kind to Gina. More than kind. She was lovely, and her camping clothes couldn't hide her figure. Gina was getting some breakfast items out, some Canadian bacon, a couple of grapefruits, bagels, a tomato, and some cheese - provolone cheese. She pulled a knife (a kitchen knife) out of the bag, and cut the two grapefruits in half. She poured a bit of honey from a plastic squeeze-jar in a ring around each grapefruit half, and handed one to Rick and one to Warden, along with a spoon. "Try one of these, I'm sure you will like it," Gina said to Warden. Warden held the grapefruit globe and thought, "I would like your own globes much better," and he stole another glance at her ample chest. Using his spoon, Warden started digging at the grapefruit and managed to scoop out a slice. Honey dripped from it as he put it in his mouth - it was delicious. He had never had grapefruit with honey before - only with sugar. This was so much better. He spooned out another segment and at it. Honey dripped onto his chin, and he wiped it off with his finger and then licked his finger. "Wow, this is really good," he said. "Glad you like it," said Gina. "Let me get these muffins started," and she put some tomato and cheese on the muffins and set them near the fire to start toasting. She set them on little pieces of foil so they wouldn't get dirty. Warden watched her chest as she made the little things, and he kept eating more of the grapefruit until it was gone. "Thas grapefruit was so goods," he said, and it sounded a bit silly to him. Gina and Rick didn't seem to notice. He set the grapefruit rind down beside him, and as he did it he leaned over to far - he caught himself with his hand, and pushed himself back upright. He was so full from his own breakfast, and now part of Gina's, and he had woken up early, now he was getting sleepy again. He looked at Gina's chest. She was still fiddling with the muffins, turning them every few seconds as they toasted near the flames. Each time she moved her arms, her cleavage changed shape, and she bounced little bounces under her shirt. Gina looked at him, and said, "Why, Warden, you will really like these." She twisted one of the muffins some more, and her chest jiggled even more. Warden looked closer and found himself leaning closer to her. "Yes, you will really like these," Gina said, looking right into his eyes. He was leaning even closer and he just sort of leaned right into her, and then his head was on her shoulder, and he looked down her shirt, and he said, "Unnnhhh..." and he passed out. Gina grabbed Warden by the shoulder and lowered him to the ground. Rick got up and said, "Good job, Gina. Let's clean up a bit and we can go." "Right," said Gina. "You handle him, I will get the rest." Gina dumped all the food they had brought into the fire, even the muffins. She went to Wardens tent, got the Coleman lantern which was still lit, and unscrewed the fuel-cap. She dumped fuel on his tent, and then tossed the lantern on it - the glass broke open, the fuel caught fire, and the tent started burning. She didn't seem particularly concerned about anything else - not even about the boat on the shore. In the meantime, Rick picked up Warden and hefted him over his shoulders. Rick was a big man, Warden was just a bit smaller. Still, it was a heavy lift for Rick. Gina joined him and they went off into the woods the same way they had come. There wasn't any path, and the two made their way between trees and bushes. They seemed to know where they were going. After about ten minutes of walking, they arrived at another shore of the lake. By then, Rick was starting to get winded. There was a boat on the shore. Gina climbed aboard, and then turned around to help Rick. Between the two of them, they managed to get Warden's limp form onto the boat floor. Rick came aboard. After a few minutes, they had the boat running fast over the water. The island of Wardens camp-site was disappearing behind them. The boat trip only took about five minutes. They pulled ashore by a very small dock and Rick once again hefted Warden onto his shoulders, and carried him off the boat. Gina followed, and they walked off the end of the dock. A car was nearby - nothing special, it was a Honda hatchback, silver in color. Gina opened the hatch back and Rick leaned over and dumped Warden into the rear of the auto. Gina and Rick got in the car - Rick in the driver's seat. He started the engine, and immediately put the car in motion without any warm-up at all. It was, of course, still autumn. Rick and Gina drove past beautiful groves of trees, wonderful golds, reds, and oranges - but they didn't seem to even notice. The sun rose higher in the sky. A few cars passed them on the roads they traveled. Around noon, they turned into a dirt road, and then traveled on for about ten more miles. This was a deeply wooded area, once again beautiful with all the fall colors. They came into a clearing that was about 40 yards across, and parked it. There was nothing around there except for a good-sized recreational vehicle, and the trees. Gina and Rick got out of the car - they were talking, continuing a conversation they had started while driving the car. "Let's just do it here and now," Rick said. "Fine, Rick. But I want him awake. I want him to know that we are the takers now," said Gina. "But he will still be asleep for another hour." "That will give you plenty of time to tie him up and get our things ready. Let's just tie him up on the hood of the car. I said I want him to know we are the takers now. Nobody takes from us anymore - not now or ever. We do the taking from now on. " "Alright then. I'll get some rope from the vehicle," so saying, Rick walked around, opened the hatchback, and struggled a bit the get Warden out of it. Then he went to the front of the Honda and heaved Warden's limp form onto the hood. He moved Warden around, pushing and pulling him so that he was sort of laying on the car with his upper half on the windshield and his lower half on the hood of the car. Then he went to the RV, opened the door, and went inside. In a minute he came out with a few coils of rope. Gina, in the meantime, had gone back to the Honda and gotten some large scissors from the glove compartment. She started cutting on Wardens pants. She started at the left ankle, cutting straight up his leg, past the knee, and right up to the crotch of his pants. Then she did the same to the right side of the pants. She spread the cut pants legs apart, which revealed his jockey shorts. She slit his underwear too. First the right side, and then the left, and then she pulled the parts aside to reveal his groin. She looked at his pecker and said nothing. She started cutting his shirt from bottom to top - perhaps that was easier than unbuttoning it. "Help me lift him, Rick, and we can get these clothes off." Rick came over and lifted Warden's waist while Gina tugged on the cut pants, and underwear. They got them from under him, and tossed them in the dirt by the car. "Now the shirt," she said. Rick leaned Warden forward, and Gina pulled the shirt away and threw it in the dirt too. Warden had nothing left on but shoes and socks, which Gina also removed. "Gina, roll the windows down for me, so we can run the ropes through them." Gina got in the car and rolled down both front windows, then exited. She watched as Rick took one of his ropes, and tied Wardens left wrist with it. Then he tossed the coil in through the left window onto the seat of the car. He walked to the right side, leaned in the car, and picked it up. With the remaining length, he tied Wardens right wrist. He didn't leave any slack, and double-checked the knots. They were tight, there was no slack, and he could barely move Warden's hands even a half-inch. Next, Rick got another coil of rope and tied Warden's left ankle. He bent over near the front of the hood, reached his fingers in and undid the hood latch. He struggled a bit against the weight of Warden's legs, and then he lifted the hood a few inches. He ran the rope under the hood, from left to right until a bit of rope was hanging from under the right side of the hood. He let the hood go, and it landed with a solid "ka-thunk" and latched shut. With the remaining rope he tied tight Warden's right ankle. Now Warden was tied face-up, spread-eagled on the front of the Honda, with his back on the windshield and legs on the hood. "Now we wait. Get some chairs, Rick," Gina said. Rick again went into the RV and got some fold-out chairs. He set them right by the Honda, and the two sat there and waited for Warden to become conscious. It wouldn't be long now, they both knew. _= _= _= -_ -_ -_ = = = The Takers _= _= _= -_ -_ -_ = = = By Maria Chapter 3 Warden slowly came awake. He opened his eyes just a bit and saw blue. Blue, white, and bits of yellow and red, it was all blurry. It took a few minutes until he realized that he was seeing the sky, some clouds, and some leaves - autumn leaves. He turned his head a bit and that made him dizzy, and he shut his eyes again. He tried to sit up but he couldn't move much at all. Something was pulling at his arms, and then he felt the pulling at his legs, too. He could only move his head. He opened his eyes again, slowly, and raised his head, but he was still very dizzy and drowsy. He turned his head, or it fell over to the side by itself anyway. As he opened his eyes fully, he saw Gina. She leaned towards him and said "Hi, Warden. A bit woozy, are you?" Warden was woozy indeed, but he tried to answer, "Yunnnnh...." Was all that came out. He could see now that he was on the front of a car. He tried to lift his arm, it wouldn't move. Nor the other arm. "You are tied down, Warden. Both your arms and your legs." Gina said, and leaned over the car's hood towards him. She grabbed his hair and pulled up on it, lifting his head - this made Warden dizzy, and he felt drunk. She put a small pillow under his head, then let it drop. "That will help you see." Warden could see better now, and he saw the woods around him, and his own chest, and legs spread out, and he was naked. He saw his pecker laying limp on his belly, he saw the car hood, he tried to look around some more, but he was still groggy. He watches as Gina leaned over once again - she reached out and grabbed his cock in her hand and squeezed it just a bit. "We are going to take you, Warden," she said. "We are the takers, now. They used to take us, but we are doing the taking now, and we are taking you." She let go of his prick. Warden didn't understand her at all. He was still woozy and he didn't know what she was talking about. He looked at her chest, he couldn't help it. He could see most of her boobs when she had leaned over to grab his pecker, so he just kept staring at her. Her shirt was hanging way down and wasn't buttoned up to high anymore, so he could almost see her nipples within the shadows of her shirt. It felt really good when she grabbed his dick, but she didn't do anything with it other than just hold onto it a few seconds, then she had let it go. "Give me the unit, Rick." Rick handed her a small white plastic box, about the size and shape of a cigarette carton. "Here you go, Warden," she said, and smacked it down on his belly. It stuck there and sort of went soft for a moment, Warden felt it on his stomach, sort of molding itself onto his skin, then it grabbed his stomach, and he felt it pulling his skin. It pulled harder, and harder, stretching his skin all towards his navel. It didn't hurt, but it was like someone was pulling all of his stomach and chest skin right towards his navel. That lasted for about twenty seconds, then it relaxed again. "Get the container ready, Rick. For the dromatter." Rick went to the van and came back holding a larger white box, which he set on the ground by Gina. Warden could feel the unit on his belly moving a bit, and he looked down on it. The plastic was moving, and then some small tubes formed out if it and started sliding up his belly towards his chest and neck, and on the other side, down towards his legs. They were small, like strands of spaghetti, but they moved sort of like live things. They were slippery too. They wiggled and writhed as they moved, and left a glossy sheen were on Wardens skin as they moved further up and further down. One larger tube went out over the hood. Rick grabbed that one and attached it to the dromatter container box. "We'll save all his dromatter, we will want to use it later," Rick said. Gina nodded her agreement. Looking at Warden, she said, "Yes, there will be quite a few pounds of him left over. By all means lets keep it." Warden tried to talk, but he was still dazed by whatever the couple had drugged him with, "Gnnnhhh" was all he could say, "Gnnnhhh unnnnhhhh unnhnngg." Warden watched as "the unit" went soft then - soft and limp, and the ends of it sort of poured down his waist on both sides, stretching out. Then he could feel it moving onto the back of his waist, underneath him. He felt it squishing on his back, and then finally it was like a belt all around him, from his belly to his back, a few inches wide. More spaghetti-shaped tubes came from it and slithered over his body. He watched as three of the tubes moved towards his dick. They wiggled and writhed and left glistening stuff on his skin as they moved towards his dick. One started wrapping itself around his shaft, which was still limp. The other two wrapped themselves around his scrotum and balls. "We are taking you, Warden," Gina said to him. The tube around his dick starting moving and squeezing a bit tighter, firming the grip. Warden watched it, he was still so woozy he didn't understand any of this. More tubes ran up his chest, and near his neck, and up his spread arms, down his legs. Warden felt them underneath him now, between his skin and the car's hood. He tried to wiggle, but he was tied tight. All of a sudden, he felt the tubes pushing and wriggling at his armpits. Hard, this time, they were pushing hard, and he felt pricks in his armpits, then inside them, and then deeper in, inside his shoulders he could feel the tubes wriggling. He knew the tubes had poked inside of him, but he was still so numb from the drug. Now more tubes grew out from the unit around his waist, and crawled up his chest, to his face. Warden watched them, there was nothing he could do. They started sliding all over his face, leaving their trails of glistening shimmer on it. He felt his dick and balls then, and the tubes around it. He looked down there, and they had wrapped his dick like a corkscrew, and mostly covered his balls. There were more than three tubes on his dick now, lots more than three. The tubes squeezed just a bit, and then started moving. To the right, slowly, then to the left. Then again. Then, all of a sudden, the tubes when wild - the started slinging his dick left and right, up and down, faster and faster. Warden watched and felt what was happening. The tubes wrapped around his dick were slinging it all over, in every direction. Left and right, it slapped against it legs. Up and down, it slapped against his belly. He could hear the slapping sounds it was making -- it almost hurt, but the tubes wrapped around it almost completely now seemed to cushion the blows. Faster and faster it went, slap slap slap left and right, up and down, like some kind of invisible boxer was punching is dick like a punching bag. Warden felt the units on his face writhing all over his face now, slick and slippery. On his legs, too, and on his chest, neck, arms, feet, back and everywhere else now. They were all over him. Pricking him too, he could feel them entering his skin and going under the skin and deeper inside. It didn't hurt, but it wasn't comfortable at all.. "We are taking you, Warden," Gina said, and she grabbed his chin and pulled his face towards her. "We are taking you." The fatter tube leading to the dromatter box was pulsing now, and the dromatter box seemed slightly larger. Tubes were sliding all over hi. He felt the slick sliding everywhere, on his fingers, butt, tangling in his hair, everywhere. "We are from the future, Warden," Gina said. "We are the takers now." Warden felt it as the tubes stopped slapping his dick around and became somewhat quieter. He looked down there as he felt the tubes moving towards the head of his dick. He watched as one of the tubes wiggled all around the head of his dick - then the end that tube started wiggling right near the hole at the tip, the hole where he pee'd. It wiggled more and more, and then it went in the hole. Warden felt it push in, inch by inch, into the inside of his dick - it was writhing and wriggling the whole way. Further and further in it went, and then Warden could feel it inside his belly, wiggling around inside his bladder. More and more of the tube went inside him, he just watched, he could do nothing. Tubes from the unit now covered him more and more - the glistening films was on every part of him now, the dromatter tubes were sliding all over him. He felt more pricks all over as they pierced his skin - pricks on his arms, legs, toes, fingers, scalp, his throat, and he could even feel the tubes as they penetrated into his throat and chest, everywhere now. He felt one or more squirming around his butt, then in it went too, and he could feel it moving deeper and deeper inside him. In every part of him, Warden could feel the tubes now - both on his skin, and inside his body, because they were all going into him all over. Two larger tubes now formed from the unit around his waist - one went straight, past his neck, and pushed at his mouth. Warden tried to keep his mouth shut but this thing was strong, and it pushed his teeth apart, and went into his mouth - then inside his throat - then further down, inside his stomach. Warden was nearly overcome, he felt the tubes inside his pecker, wiggling all around, even inside his bladder, and up his anus, and inside his mouth now and down in his stomach. Part of the larger tube in his mouth squished all around, pushing his teeth, pulling at them, wrapping around his tongue, squeezing and pulsing, even as the rest of that one was doing stuff inside his throat and stomach. The second larger tube slid down to his crotch, touched the tip of his dick -- which was already wrapped with the tubes and had one going inside of it into his bladder -- and it kept going, engulfing his whole pecker inside the big tube, and further down, it engulfed his whole crotch, scrotum, balls, and all. Three more huge tubes now came from the unit. Two went up, and latched onto Warden's nipples, one slid over to the side and moved towards the dromatter box Rick had put beside the car. The tube attached itself to the dromatter box - now there were two tubes hooked to that, and they both pulsed, one seemed to be pumping from Warden into the box, the other pumping out and back towards Warden. "We are from the future, Warden. We have brought these things from the future so we can take what we want. So we can do what we want." Warden could barely understand her now. Electrical jolts had started coming from the tubes now - on his dick, on his nipples, in his mouth, up his butt, inside his bladder. They got stronger and faster, and were making him twitch, only he was tied down and couldn't twitch much. The large tubes at his nipples pushed hard, harder, harder, and then they went in, Warden felt them sort of pass through the skin of his nipples and get inside, and they kept pushing. "We are the takers now, Warden. When we lived in our time, takers came from our future. They weren't too different from us, Warden, but they would take from us. They had technology from the future we couldn't stop - biologicals, like this unit here on your belly. They would take what they wanted, and we could do nothing. They took me and Rick." All of a sudden, Warden felt everything start to squeeze on him - all the tubes were tightening. The ones wrapped around his legs were squeezing tighter. The ones on his arms squeezed tighter. The one up his butt got fatter, and the ones around his pecker and balls tightened until they got rock hard, squeezing him like a machine. The fat tubes now on his nipples started pushing and pulsing, and they pushed harder and further in against his ribs and chest. He watched those the most, they were the closest. "We were lucky, Warden. Something went wrong with our own Taker. Terribly wrong for him, and he died, we don't know why. That was the only time a Taker has ever become dead, Warden. All this was far in the future. We got his things, his items, his technology, and came back to in the past, to your "now" and now we are "taking" you. " Warden felt the small tubes all over - writhing, wiggling, all over his skin, inside his body. The large tubes now started pushing and pulling - his dick, his rectum, his tongue, his throat, his head, everywhere, there was stuff happening everywhere and he was tied down on the hood of the car and couldn't do anything to stop it. "All of our Taker's things were from the future, Warden. When he died, we got them all. We decided to go further into the past, further than any Taker has ever gone. So now we are here, and now you are feeling the same kind of things we did when our Taker took us. He told us that he was the Taker - He said he was from the future, and that with his items, he would `Take' us and do with us what he wanted. And he did, we couldn't stop him." "Now we have his `Items' and we have come to `Take' you." "Now WE are the Takers, and we are TAKING you and you can't stop us, anymore than we could stop them from taking us!" WHANG!!! Warden felt a shock throughout his whole body, and that rocked him, and stunned him for a few minutes. WHANG!!! WHANG!!! WHANG!!! And he was stunned -- the tubes just squeezed tight and strong, tighter and tighter, it hurt now, it hurt. He could barely see now, it was all just gray splotches. His vision came back, bit by bit. He looked down, the fat tubes from his mouth were pumping stuff out of his body into the unit around his waist. He could feel the same thing happening inside his rectum, waves pumping from inside him out his butt through the tube. The waist unit was filling, and then pumping stuff into the dromatter box Rick had brought out. It was also pumping lots of the stuff right back into Warden's body again. "We will save your extra dromatter, Warden -- we will use it later," said Gina , as she watched the tubes covering all of Warden's body now. The dromatter box became fuller and fuller, Warden at the same time became smaller in places, and bigger in others. The tubes were sucking parts of his body mass into the dromatter tubes and into the dromatter box. Warden could barely see anymore, tubes were sliding on his eyes now. He got a blurry glimpse of the large tube that had engulfed his pecker, it was shrinking down and pumping into the unit at his waist. He had little pain anymore as all this happened - he could feel the spaghetti-sized tubes still writing and wriggling on his skin, and inside his body. He could feel the big tube in his mouth, and down his throat, pumping stuff out from his insides into the dromatter box, all the while wriggling and writhing inside his mouth. He felt the big tubes now on his chest -- he watched them, the tubes filled his nipples with dromatter and they grew, bigger and bigger, and the rest of his body shrunk, and even shortened. Now, Warden felt the tubes covering his balls slithering all around, squeezing, and moving. He looked down, and he saw no pecker, no dick. There was nothing there except the tubes, maybe three or four dozen of the small ones, and the one larger one, coming from his crotch to the unit on his waist, squiggling and squirming all around. The large tube now was up inside him, inside his crotch. The little tubes were scrabbling around his now-empty groin, and he could feel them doing stuff, and he was changing and he knew it now. He watched his crotch, with all the tubes, and he was watching them between the mounds he was now growing on his chest. He saw the whole scene of his groin between two ever-increasing nipples and breasts, and they were his. Dozens more small tubes were scrabbling all around his nipples and chest - on top of them, and under the skin, pumping the dromatter into them. The tubes at his groin were pumping dromatter away. He felt his face - things were happening there - dromatter coming in, dromatter coming out, and he knew he was changing. The same with his legs, his arms, his hips, his throat, everywhere, everywhere he was changing and the dromatter was moving into him, and out of him. He felt the dromatter tubes all inside of his body now - all over his insides, In his stomach, in his groin, inside his nose, pushing and pulling on his lips, his legs, feet and toes, his stomach - yes, all inside all of his stomach -- even on his fingers, toes, and teeth - and now they were going into his ears, pushing harder and harder there, and then in further, inside his head, and he was getting a headache, so strong of a headache, and the tubes went into his brain. Now the tube that had wiggled down inside into his bladder was going so strong now he felt vibrations - somehow big heavy ones, and small little ones both at the same time. The big vibrations got so big he couldn't figure..............DAMN ! ! ! His whole body rocked, from his groin to his nipples to his head and to his feet, and everything was alive, rocking and jolting him, electric pulses again now, and the tubes in his ears and head pushed, and his headache got stronger and stronger and tubes squeezing and thatllllllllllllllll.... .... .... ....... ........ ...... . _= _= _= -_ -_ -_ = = = The Takers _= _= _= -_ -_ -_ = = = By Maria Chapter 5 Gina and Rick watched as Warden's body spasmed stronger and harder - wave after wave of convulsions. The dromatter tubes covered every inch of his body now. "They are through the ears, into his brain," Gina said. "He will be unconscious for a good while now, as the rest happens." Rick looked elated. "That felt good, Gina, really good. I like taking, I like it a lot." Gina looked at Rick and said, "Yes indeed, that was good. It was like feeding a hunger inside of me. Let's enjoy the rest of the show." With that, they both watched the dromatter unit finish, which took perhaps an hour more. Then the dromatter tubes started to retract slowly into the waist unit. Bit by bit, Warden was uncovered. The waist unit got fuller at times, as it pulled in more of the tubes, and it got smaller again as it pumped more into the dromatter box on the ground. Inch by inch, Wardens body was revealed as the tubes retracted. When about half the tubes were left, Gina got up and bent over Warden's inert form. "Oh, Rick, this looks good. Very good. I think this unit is quite excellent," she said, and tapped the waist unit around Warden's waist. And she quickly pulled her hand away when one of the tubes moved towards it! Finally all the tubes had retracted into the waist unit, even from the dromatter storage box. The waist unit contracted, more and more, until it was once again just a box sitting on Warden's new belly. Gina looked at the results of her first Taking - Warden's body was nothing like it had been before. He was, well, he was no longer he. A woman's body now lay on the hood and windshield of the Honda. Beautiful, well endowed, to be sure, shapely, and more. She was stretched spread-eagles, still tied with the ropes Rick had used to tie the form when it had been Warden. "Let's pack it up and go, Rick," Gina said. "I can't wait, I just can't wait." "I'm excited too, Gina - you know that." Rick untied the ropes binding Warden, and returned them to the van. He got the dromatter waist unit and the dromatter storage box and returned both of them to the van - it was apparent the dromatter storage box now weighed quite a bit. Returning, he lifted Warden's new body and headed for the van - this time, with hardly any effort. With everything in the van, Gina and Rick got in the front. Rick started the engine, and off they drove. They didn't talk much for the first few minutes. "When we get home, I want you to dress him," Gina said. "Dress him in the outfit we picked out. I don't want to see him until he is ready." "Okay, Gina." "And what shall we call him? What's his name going to be?" "Well, first off, we will call him `her' - because there's no him left in him, and never will be again," said Rick, smiling. "Not with the unit we used. That's a one-way unit, like we've seen before." "You got that right, partner" grinned Gina. "All the better this time, I say. How about `Lola' - Does that sound good?" "Call her anything you like - She's mostly yours, you know. Lola it is then." After driving an hour or so, they finally turned into the driveway of a rather large house - perhaps some would call it a mansion. There were even gates and stone fences around the entire place. Rick pushed a remote control, and a garage door opened up, spilling light onto the long driveway, more and more light as the door opened higher and higher. In drove the van, and then the door started closing, the light became narrower and narrower, then a sharp white line, then nothing. Outside the house, there were only the muffled sounds of the van doors opening and closing, first from the front of the van, then from the back. _= _= _= -_ -_ -_ = = = The Takers _= _= _= -_ -_ -_ = = = Chapter 6 Rick carried (now) Lola's unconscious form up the stairs. He had is right arm around her shoulders, his left under her knees. Her naked body rested against his chest and belly, her arms were hanging down. The back of her neck draped against his arm and her hair hung down near his waist. She was not that heavy for Rick, a large man. Up the stairs he went, Lola cradled in his arms, and with each step, he could see her bosoms bounce. Her breasts were large, large enough for parts of them to rub against her thighs as he held her and went up the stairs. He reached the top of the stairs, went down a hall, and entered the room Gina and he had already prepared. It was actually more than a room, it was a suite of rooms, including a rather large and elegant bathroom. There he started a bath, which he eventually put Lola in. He washed her, every inch of her, missing nothing, he even gave her hair a shampoo. Lola was unconscious the whole time - he was careful to keep her mouth and nose above the water. Rick lifted her from the bath and draped her on a couch in the adjoining room, first putting several large, soft towels over the couch. He dried her off as she lay there, turning her as needed. While he was using towels around the front of her belly, to get it dry, he lifted and spread both of her legs apart. Then he dried her crotch, gently, and looked at her face. There was no response, she was still in a coma. He dried her a bit longer in her crotch, but there was still no effect. Then he put her legs back, and finished drying the rest of her body. Rick lifted her and placed her on the bed then. He went back to the couch, picked up the somewhat damp towels from the couch, and placed them in the hamper in the large bathroom. He placed more towels on the couch, and again moved Lola to the couch - Only this time, he put her face down.. He got a canister of the powder Gina wanted and a very soft, very fat, very long kind of brush, and poured some powder into the brush. He then started brushing her body with it, from the toes and the bottom of her feet, and up her legs. When he got to her bottom, he pulled her cheeks apart and dusted liberally in there too, dusting every part. Next her back, neck, and then the backs of her arms. He lifted her once again and turned her over. He loaded the brush with his dusting powder and started brushing her skin on the front this time - her toes, her legs, knees, thighs, not too much around her crotch, just a touch, her hips, sides, thighs, belly, breasts, arms, he even lifted her arms and dusted her armpits. Her neck and face, and then he put the powder and duster away. Rick got a blow-dryer and plugged it in. He got some gel from the bathroom and rubbed a bit between his palms, went to Lola and rubbed it into her hair. He started drying her hair, pulling his fingers through it, and when he was done it looked fantastic. No bangs, every bit swept back and away from her face - revealing the sides of her neck, her ears - everything was swept back, and it came far down, too, off the end of the couch and near to the floor. He got up and went to a drawer and pulled out several items of clothing, then went back to Lola. He dressed her, as he knew Gina wanted -- with the clothes they had laid out before. He had to lift her body several times to get all the things underneath her, and pulled just right, but he was used to this and did it just right. After all, Rick had been `taken" by his Takers far in the future. He wasn't as he once had been. Nor was Gina. Both of them had been "Taken", taken by persons from their own future,with `biologicals' that had made them what they were now. People who had traveleled into their own past, so they could live their own fantasies in real life, with real people they had taken, taken and changed. People who had no choice, just as Warden never had a chance or choice. Gina and Rick had both been "Taken" -- changed - perhaps not exactly the same way physically that Warden had, but both had been changed nevertheless. Both of them were now guided by those changes. Neither of them could help the way they now behaved. They couldn't help the way they thought. They could only be the way they were because of the taking. They behaved different than their former selves, but they could not realize that. Because of the Taking, each felt as if this was as how they had always been. They had been Taken, Taken completely. They could not change it. They were no more in control of the way they behaved than was Warden in control of the shape of his new body. Except one thing had gone wrong with Gina and Rick. One tiny little thing. Gina and Rick were both still `Taken" - Fully Taken, - except for the last 1 percent of one percent. They could act only the way that the Dro-matter their own Taker had used on them made them act. The problem no-one knew about, was that when Gina's and Rick's own Taker had died during one last `Taking' process. Something had gone wrong. Taking could take many stages and shapes. Rick and Gina had passed through several stages of taking, when they were far in the future, and were on another stage, when the taker had died - without reason, without expectation, without anyone knowing. The `Taking' module had finished with the last of his changes, but it was incomplete- the last one percent of the one percent of the changes did not take. Gina and Rick were left with very strong personalities - as many Takers created. But Gina and Rick were also left with a fractional part incomplete. Their bodies had been `Taken" several times, and changed. Their minds had been taken several times and changed. But the final taking ended with the death of their own taker. The taking of their last minds was not complete - there was a bit there, a small but compelling bit, a small but undeniable bit that had been garbled by the "Taker" as he died. This small bit was different from any `Takers' in the past. This small bit Gina and Rick had gotten during their own takers death was different. Different, and perhaps strong. Who could say what a taker did was unusual? Who could say it was normal? Gina and Rick both had a different chemistry - their own Taker had died when he was `taking' them both, as he had taken them before. Nothing like this had ever happened before. Gina and Rick had awoken long after their `Takers' death. They followed what their `Taker' had programmed into their behavior. There was just one tiny flaw in their taking - one tiny portion of the taking that their own Taker had intended to do - but he died, the first Taker ever to do so. The flaw that was now growing - in both of them. So Rick used the clothes they had laid out much earlier, and he began dressing Lola. There were five pieces - her bra for the top, and four pieces on her lower body. He lifted her as needed and put all five pieces on... The bed Warden - or now Lola - laid on was quite a bed. It was a four-poster, it had a mirrored ceiling, and it had more about it than was immediately apparent. Rick used some of the extra features of the bed after he finished dressing Lola. _= _= _= -_ -_ -_ = = = The Takers _= _= _= -_ -_ -_ = = = Chapter 7 Warden woke up. All he could feel at first was his head pounding. Thung thung thung thung, every heartbeat was a pound in his head, and it hurt. He moved his head, and it got worse, so he didn't do that again. Then he just kept still, and it slowly got better. And then he fell asleep again. Warden woke up. This time it was much better - no headache, but he was still dizzy. He opened his eyes, and the light was bright, so he closed them again. Bit by bit, he came more awake, and he started to feel better. He opened his eyes just a bit, then a bit more. What he saw was this - he was looking down at a woman in bed. The first thing he noticed was her clothes, which were mostly pink. She had on a pink bra, with purple lace around the top, and pink panties. The breasts, held in by the bra, were more than just big. "Uh, what is this, is this, porno movie or what?" thought Warden, as he stared down at the beautiful woman. Warden was still so groggy he was having difficulty understanding what he was seeing. The woman he saw had on a pink garter belt, holding up white fishnet hose. Blonde hair lay back from her head, spread all around her, laying on the pillow and covers of her bed. She wore pink lipstick that matched the pink of her outfit. The rest of her make-up was perfect, bare shades on her eyes and face. She was all sprawled out and ready, Warden thought, as he looked down at her. She had her legs all frog-leg sprawled apart, her arms out to her sides with her wrists up above her head. He was beginning to get turned on just looking at her. Her chest was ample, really full. Her belly-button was just a tiny vertical slit - it looked sort of like a little pussy, Warden thought - not a round one, like almost everyone had. She is so beautiful, though Warden. Then he tried to move again, and watched the woman in the mirror try to move, and he realized again "That is me!" He heard a noise and he looked over - there was Gina coming in the door. She had on pajamas - they looked like pajamas, anyway, but with every step she took, the clung to her skin so tight she might as well have been naked. "Hi, Warden," she said. She walked over, and Warden could see her breasts bounce with each step, and her nipples were poking out the pajamas, making little folds there too. She came over and sat on the bed by Warden. He looked into the mirror again, and he could see down the shirt and viewed most of her breasts. He couldn't help himself, he just had to look there. "I'm your Taker," Gina said, looking right at Warden. "What we did to you, they did to me. Only now I am the one doing the taking. Here, watch this," she said. Then she moved her hand to Warden's pink bra, to his chest - to his breast. He watched in the mirror, then looked down at his chest, his big breast. Gina put her hand on his breast and rubbed it a bit - Ohh....,, that felt good,,,, ohhhl..... Warden thought. Then Gina leaned over a bit and touched his shoulder She slid her hand under the pink bra strap and moved it to the side, down Warden's shoulder, and then gave it a tug down. Warden watched her do this, - in the mirror, he saw her do this, and he saw his own breast coming out as the bra cup pulled down from his breast. He saw his own nipple for the first time - it was big, round, pink, the aureole part was big, almost as big as Gina's whole hand. The nipple was poking up - it wasn't a nearly flat thing like so many other women's he had kissed, it was like someone had cut off the the end of his thumb and pasted in onto his breast. Or like they had taken the head of his dick and put it on a boob. Gina said, "Your are now Lola - your name isn't Warden any more, you are Lola" Warden heard her, and then - - - Lola heard her. Everything was the same - Lola knew she was really Warden - that she was still really a man, but her name was Lola. Then Lola watched and felt as Gina moved her hand all around her breast rubbing the bra's cup all over. When she touched the nipple area, Lola felt electric - it was like electric shocks were going to her groin, she felt the shocks all down her belly, and right into her groin. Gina rubbed her breast more, all over, and each time, as she touched the nipple, Lola felt those electric shocks into her groin. "Good, isn't it?" Gina said to Lola. "I know, my own Taker did the same to me. Here, watch this." Then Gina used both of her hands. She pulled down Lola's bra cup even more, revealing her whole and rather large breast, and then used both of her hands on Lola's breasts. Gina felt around the whole base of her breast, one hand on the top part, one hand on the bottom, Then she pressed and slid her hands up towards the nipple, squeezing her hands together as she moved them up.. Lola watched and felt the pressure in her breast as Gina did this. Then she saw a fountain from her own nipple - a couple dozen little squirts from her nipple, like a little shower. Straight up, they went for a few inches, and then the squirts fell back on her, and she got wet. It was white. "That's milk - your milk, your very own milk, Lola. That's going to be an important part of your life from now own - a really big part." And with that, Gina leaned over, and put my big nipple right in her mouth, and started sucking. She sucked and I felt my nipple going further into her mouth, and then I felt the squirt again - the squirt from my own nipple, and milk came out of me into Gina's mouth. Gina's tongue felt all over my nipple, she was licking it. Then she bit down a tiny bit all around my nipple, all over my areoule, and started licking me again. Her tongue slid all over my areoule, I felt it, and when she licked on my nipple again, I felt the electric touch again - right from my nipple to my groin, it was kind of shocking me, but it was good - and then she sucked again, and I squirted right into her mouth. I could feel the milk coming right out of my nipple. She swallowed and sucked again - the electric jolt went right from my nipple to my groin, and my whole body jerked. I tried to move, but my legs were spread-eagled - my arms were held by straps to the bed, as were my legs - I wanted to move, but I couldn't. Now Gina sucked more, and harder. She put both her hands around my breast and squeezed them tight, each time she sucked. My nipple was so big in her mouth, she had to keep her jaw open. She squeezed down on my nipple each time she swallowed, and when she did another squirt came out of me and another kind of jolt went from my breast right down to my groin. It was almost like she was sucking in two places - my nipple and my groin, both at once. I started squirming, it felt so good. Her hands squeezed hard on my breasts now with each suck, and that made the squirts come out of me so much more. Then Gina pulled down my other bra-strap, and my other bra-cup, and she moved to my other breast. I watched her do this in the mirror, and I was so turned on. I was watching a woman suck milk from another woman's breast -- and I was the other woman now, and she was sucking from my breasts. I looked in the mirror - I was beautiful, my face was pretty, I was ...electric jolts came from my nipple, right down to my groin again, as Gina sucked on me, and I squirted into her mouth. Stronger and faster Gina sucked, and I was now bucking on the bed. I couldn't move much - my legs were still tied, and my hands, but now I came - it was like a whole-body spasm. I rocked my hips, clenched my arms and legs, I couldn't help it. Gina sucked my nipple faster and harder, and then she grabbed my other breast and pumped it too. Milk was squirting all over both of us as ---------she squeezed me and squeezed me and squeezed me, milk squirted out of my breast, onto me, onto her hand, I was getting wet all over my chest. Gina kept squeezing my breast with her hand, we were both getting wet as milk squirted out of me, into the air, and falling back down on me. She sucked my nipple on the other breast, and sucked and sucked, and I squirted and squirted and squirted right into her mouth, and the feelings got stronger, and stronger, and I spasmed all over, it was uncontrollable, and so good, my hips pumped up and down, it was like electricity was licking my groin as she nursed my nipple, and it just went on and on and on. Throbs went from my groin to all over my body, up and down my legs, my stomach, and especially from my breasts - one being sucked on, inside of Gina's mouth, the other being squeezed by Gina's hand. It must have been almost ten minutes into this that I finally calmed down a bit, and could just lay and feel Gina nursing milk out of me. Gina switched breasts from time to time, and that helped. About a half hour into this, as Gina was nursing my right breast, and just holding my left one, she pulled her mouth away from my nipple. I watched this in the mirror and saw my breast jiggle back and forth as she let it loose. She said to me, "Get used to this, Lola - You are a milk-girl now. You will always make milk." And then she used her fingers to push my nipple into her mouth again, and she sucked me again. With each and every suck, I could feel the little bumps on her tongue rubbing my nipple - it was so sensitive, and it felt so good. I also felt the same thing in my groin - it felt like she was licking me down there, and it wasn't very long until I was coming again, bucking about on the bed with my whole body in strong spasms, wonderful spasms. I heard another noise and looked over - Rick was now coming into the room. He was in a bathrobe. He quickly took that off, though, and totally naked, I saw that he was well hung. He came closer to the bed, sat by Gina, and put his hand on her back. Rubbing her just a bit, he said, "Is everything fine now, Gina?" Gina then sucked really hard on my nipple - really hard and long, and I felt a huge squirt of milk coming out of my nipple into her mouth. She swallowed it, and then pulled her face away from my breast and said, "Rick, things are just like we hoped they would be. Look at this," and she grabbed my left breast with both her hands, and squeezed as she slid them up towards my nipple. Milk squirted out of me like a shower, and it landed back on my breast, and on Gina's hands, and we were both wet again. "I told her she was now Lola - that's her name now" and Rick grinned. "So you are happy now, Gina?" said Rick. "Oh yes, Rick. Just let me stay here for a few more hours, I will be fine." "Gina, you can stay there as long as you like. You know I don't need those," and he pointed to my chest, to my breasts, "Yes, I know, Rick - but you know I do need them. Ever since they took me, I need them." "I know, Gina - now let me get what I need too." Then Rick climbed on the bed, and, on his knees, came closer to my face. I watched this also in the mirror above the bed, I couldn't not watch it. There was lots of space on the bed, it was a really large one. He laid down beside me, with his dick right by my face. He grabbed ahold of his dick with his hand, and started rubbing it on my face. He rubbed it on my cheek, my nose, my eyes - I closed them, so then he was rubbing his dick on my eyelids. Then he said, "Lola, do you like my dick? Answer me." I didn't feel like answering, so I did not. "I said answer me, Lola." I didn't like his dick on my face, and I wanted to tell him so, but I just didn't feel like talking. In fact, I realized I hadn't felt like saying anything since this whole episode had started. Gina stopped sucking on my breast for a moment and looked me right in the eyes - "Answer the man, Lola - He asked you a question, it is only polite that you answer him." Gina grabbed both of my breasts near the nipples, and rubbed them, looking straight at me all the while. I looked at the ceiling mirror, I was a female, my dick was gone, I had breasts that Gina had been nursing for near an hour now. My legs were tied down, at the knees and ankles, in a frog-leg position - my arms were tied down, elbows out to each side and hands above my head. Gina started sucking on one of my breasts again. Rick stuck his pecker right under my nose and said, "Lola, do you like my dick? I asked you a question. Answer me" I just looked, I didn't feel like talking, I didn't feel like answering. "So she doesn't even know yet, Gina" Rick said. "I didn't tell her, I only told her she was Lola" Gina said between sucks on me." "Excellent," Rick said. Then he reached over to the side of the bed and grabbed a small hand mirror, like the kind a woman might use to do her hair with. He held it up next to my face and said "Look at this, Lola" I looked, I couldn't do anything else. Then he put his fingers on my mouth and pulled my lips apart. I watched in the mirror as he did this. My mouth and lips looked normal - well, they looked normal for a woman, and I was that now. But when he pulled my lips open, there weren't any teeth, and I didn't see my tongue. Instead, there was a woman's vagina. Inside my mouth. Yes, I saw the lips, the lips a woman has on her groin. And I saw the clitoris, and the inner lips, and everything else a man wants to see when he gets to look at a woman's pussy. But these were all in my mouth - they were all there. No teeth, no tongue, my mouth was just a pussy, a vagina. "Can't talk, can you, Lola - Now maybe you begin to understand" Rick grabbed my head, and shoved his rock-hard dick into my mouth. I thought it was my mouth, anyway, but it was a vagina. My jaw opened, I couldn't help that, and he shoved himself in, and I felt his pecker go all the way down into my throat. I also felt the exact same thing in my groin - I felt my groin being stretched out, his pecker filling it, and I felt him up inside my belly. I felt each and ever part of his dick inside my mouth, and I also felt those exact thing inside my groin,, inside my real vagina. Rick pushed his dick into my mouth - or my mouth-vagina - all the way. His balls were resting on my chin. I smelled his groin. Then he started moving in and out; He was fucking my mouth. I felt this in my mouth, in my throat, and I felt everything in my crotch also. When he shoved his dick into my mouth, I felt him in my crotch, penetrating me. There was some kind of nerve hookup here. I smelled Rick's manhood, he was in my mouth, but I could also feel it in my crotch - in my real vagina, that was down there. "Just move your head up and down a bit, baby,, that's all it will take" Rick said. I was feeling so strange, all over, I didn't want to do that. Rick then grabbed my head and started pushing it forward and back, pumping his dick into my mouth -- my mouth-vagina. ooooooooooooooooooooo It felt so good, having a dick inside my mouth - no not my mouth, it was really a vagina. It felt so good to have Rick shove his face right into me, in my kind of mouth,. I could feel his dick rubbing on my clit - my clit, at my groin, and my clit at my mouth. This felt good, really good, really really really good. It was exactly like he was fucking me in my groin and my mouth, I could feel it in both places at once. I felt his dick go in -- far in, deep down into by throat. There was some kind of clit in my mouth - I felt that too, really strong, and it sent electric waves of feeling right into the clit in my groin, right into my real clit. Rick's groin was all in my face now, and he was pumping it hard and fast. I smelled his crotch, it was in my face, I couldn't help it. I felt each pump in my mouth, and in my groin, my pussy. It was like two men were fucking me, one in my mouth and one in my pussy, I had those feelings in both places. Gina was sucking me, and I felt milk squirting out of my nipple into her mouth, and now I came again. Strong, this time, I trembled all over, and tensed up in every part of my body. I could feel each and every bump of Gina's tongue on my nipples, sliding around as she sucked. Rick's pecker was in my mouth, shoving in and out, and nowhe came, and I felt his juice deep down in my throat, where the end of his dick was. My clit in my mouth was electric - it sent waves of feeling right to my own pussy, and I felt each and every rub of Rick's dick both on my mouth clit and on my pussy clit. I felt Rick's pecker-juice in my throat, and in my vagina - it really was like there were two men fucking me. Rick pulled his dick out of my mouth now. It was wet all over from the juices my mouth vagina had left on him. A little drop of semen was on the tip of his dick. He pointed to the ceiling, the mirrors and said." Your mouth is a pussy now, babe". I knew he was right. That was why I couldn't talk before. He stuck his dick at my lips again, and he held my head in his hands, and he pushed. I stretched out and he slid in - it felt good, as he went into my mouth, and down into my throat. I also felt the exact same feeling in my pussy, my groin. As hid dick slid on my clitoris, the one on my mouth, it zinged - it was so powerful, so good, the sliding of his dick on my mouth clit - I almost came again, just from that. My mouth was wet, so wet and slippery now. I smelled Rick's dick, but I also smelled a woman's pussy juice - and I knew that it was from my mouth. I loved that smell, the smell of pussy. Now it was coming from me, from my mouth, well, from the pussy in my mouth. Rick stretched me all out as he shoved himself inside me, deep down into my throat. Gina kept nursing on me - a few minutes on one nipple, then a few minutes on the other. Rick moved a bit, and then he pulled all the way out of my mouth. I saw his dick, it was totally wet with my pussy juice, only it had come from what used to be my mouth. Then he moved around a bit. He put one knee by the left of my head, and one knee by the other side, grabbed his dick and pushed it down to my lips - then he lowered himself, and in he went again - and I felt it in my mouth, and in my groin again. He slid along my clit, and Gina sucked and I squrted milk into her, and I came again, and Rick stuck his finger into my mouth and was rubbing my clit, and it was so good and I felt his finger in my mouth, on my clit, and I felt his finger in my crotch, on my pussy, and I jerked around on the bed - coming and coming, squirting and squirting into Gina, Rick came and squirted into me, I felt his cum in my throat, and I was lost in all this, just feeling it alll, and coming, and making milk, and getting fucked in my mouth by Rick. Rick squatted on my face, his dick deep in me. I smelled his manhood, and my own womanhood both, as he pumped himself into me. After a while he grabbed my head and held me close to him, as he moved over - he lay down next to me then, but he kept his dick in my mouth. Gina moved around too - she kept nursing my breasts, one after the other, getting more and more milk out of each one. Rick fell asleep then, with his dick in my mouth. His dick shrunk as he went to sleep, but I kept it in my vagina - my mouth vagina. I liked it, so I didn't pull away. As his dick got smaller and smaller, I felt it pulling out of my throat, and just into my "mouth", as it were. I moved my head back and forth, so that it wiggled against the clit I now had in my mouth - that was really good. I shoved my head into his crotch, and wiggled my head back and forth - the rubbing on my clit was so good, and of course I felt the exact same thing happening to me in my pussy, my real pussy, between my legs. It didn't take long, I came again, and throbs went all over me, in my real pussy, my mouth, my breast as Gina sucked me. I looked up at the ceiling at the mirror again. Rick was there, asleep, with his dick inside a beautiful woman's mouth - and that beautiful woman was me. I watched as Gina, who was also beautiful, held my breast in her mouth and sucked on it. The breasts I saw on me were really quite large, and the aureoles were so big that Gina couldn't get them all in her mouth - her lips just sucked around them. The milk squirted out of me as I watched her suck on me in the mirror. Gina had pulled my bra cups down under my breasts. I saw in the mirror that I was also wearing a pink garter belt. Pink garter straps were attached to white fishnet hose that covered my legs, and there was a pink panty covering my groin. Even though I had felt so much in my groin, in my pussy, nothing had really happened there. It was all coming from the feelings in my mouth and on my nipples. There was some kind of thing that made me feel it there, even though it didn't really happen there. In the mirror I saw myself frog-legged out, with straps on my knees and ankles holding me that way. The big bed I was on had ties built into it. My arms were also tied, and the only moving I had been doing was bucking and wiggling as I came from Gina and Rick's ministrations. Rick kept his dick in my mouth as he slept. I smelled pussy smell, which was all over my mouth and all over Rick's groin - it had come from the vagina in my mouth. Gina looked up at my face now, and she smiled. She was happy, I could tell that. She sucked my nipple, and looked at my face. I watched her in the mirror, and she moved one hand to my belly, then to the panties I had on, and she wiggled her fingers around and slid them underneath my panties. She sucked my boob really, really hard then, and I really really squirted a lot into her mouth. She reached down further into my panties and grabbed my groin, and oh that felt good. I felt her fingers on my lips down there, this was so new, my own lips in my own pussy, and she was touching me all over down there. She pushed and spread them apart, and then put one finger on my clit - it was kind of like she had grabbed my dick, if I had still been a man, but it was different, and better. She sucked my nipple, I squirted milk into her mouth, and she started rubbing my clit up and down. Oh,God, this was good, It felt so good, and she started rubbing faster, and I was going to come, and I did - I bucked as the throbbing went through my whole body, and Gina sucked my nipple and rubbed my clit, and Rick's dick was in my mouth, and I was overwhelmed, and it was all so strong, too strong, and I was so dizzy I almost passed out - then Gina moved her fingers down lower, and she pressed harder, and I felt two of her fingers go up inside my vagina. She wiggled them around, and it felt really, really good. I could feel her inside me, something I had never felt as a man. She did this for about ten minutes. I felt Rick's dick in my mouth's vagina, I also felt it in my groin. Now I also felt Gina wiggling her fingers in my vagina, the real vagina, in my crotch. It felt good. Gina looked up at me and my nipple slipped out of her mouth. My breast bounced as she did this, and I watched it in the mirror above the bed. Little dribbles of milk flowed down from my nipple, where her mouth had been. She pulled her two fingers out from my vagina and put them close to her nose and smelled them. Then she put them close to my own nose, and I smelled them too, it was vagina juices, a woman's vagina juices. Just like I was smelling from my own mouth - I smelled the same thing from her fingers as she pushed them near my nose, in between Rick's belly and my face. She got up on her hands and knees, and crawled up closer to my face. Rick still had his dick in my mouth. "Lola, my own taker made me like this - I need milk, I want milk, right from a real breast. That's how he made me, and there is nothing I can do about it. You will give it to me, and there's nothing you can do about that. I am your taker now, and you can't ever change that, and you will always do for me what I need." I listened to her, and I knew what she said was right. I didn't question it, it just was, and that was it. The taking had taken and I knew it. "Rick has other stuff he needs, and you will do that too. Mostly just with your mouth. You are going to have his dick in your mouth so much. Your mouth is really a vagina now, Lola. And Rick needs to have his dick inside one almost all the time. And that means you" "It seems natural doesn't it, to have a vagina in your mouth?" she said, and then it didn't seem so strange at all anymore. "You like it, don't you?" and I did like it, I liked Rick's dick inside my mouth. Only it wasn't a mouth, it was another vagina that just happened to be in my face, but it was nice, having him nestled up in my face, dick inside me - and I still felt the same thing in my groin, in my normal vagina. "Now I need more - I have had plenty of milk, thank you," and she reached down and rubbed my breast. "Now am getting hungry," Gina said -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+