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Everyone who has been following this story for the last few weeks will
want to go straight to Chapter Nine.
If you are a new reader, then start at the beginning - you won't be
sorry.


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  The Takers
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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.


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  The Takers
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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.


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  The Takers
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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.... .... .... ....... ........ ...... .
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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.


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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 got
the several items of clothing there, 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 traveled 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 should be.  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.  Rick and
Gina had collected all of their Taker's tools and items, and had used
them to go into the past so that they could become Takers themselves.

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.

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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 really quite  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 shadings 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 elbows 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
her 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 as she slid her hand down to the
cup part.  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, maybe as big 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 it onto his breast.  It was even bigger than
that, more like they had taken the head of his dick and put it on his
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 cup and down, sliding her hand on his breast 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.  It was easlily bigger enough for both of
her hands.  Lola thought "It's as big as my whole head".  Gina wrapped
her hands around the base of her breast, one hand on the right half, one
hand on the left.  Then she pressed her hands together 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.
Right when Gina's hands got near the nipple, she saw a fountain squirt
out from her own nipple - a couple dozen little squirts from it, 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.
She had to open her jaw a bit wide to get it in her mouth, and then she
sucked it deep into her mouth.  "Ohh, that feels good," thought Lola.
She felt Gina's wet mouth and tongue from the inside, and she felt the
electric feeling shooting down her stomach into her groin again.

Gina licked and rubbed her tongue on my nipple gently for a little bit
longer, getting me wet all over on the nipple and my aurealoe.

Then she pulled me further into her mouth, sucking harder now I felt
more and more pulling on my nipple, 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.  All I could do was wiggle a
bit, and I did that.

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 sucked, 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-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 up and down,
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 my other
breast with her hand,  and squeezed me and squeezed me, milk squirted
out of it in a shower, onto me, onto her hand, I was getting wet all
over my chest.  Gina kept squeezing the one breast with her hand, while
she sucked on the other with her mouth, and 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 again, 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 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 labial 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 now 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 further and further in, and then 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 every part of his dick inside my mouth, and I
also felt those exact thing inside my groin,, inside my real vagina.
The feelings in my groin, and deeper inside my belly couldn't have been
more real.  I felt a pecker sliding into my woman's groin, into my
vagina between my legs, stretching me and filling me.  I felt the same
thing in my mouth and throat.

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 between my legs.

"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 himself 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.  My
hips bucked up and down, and my head bucked back and forth, it was just
happening as I came.  I could feel each and every bump of Gina's tongue
on my nipple, sliding around as she sucked.  Rick's pecker was in my
mouth, shoving in and out, and now he 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.  I felt Rick's pulsing
and squirting rod in my mouth and throat I swallowed, I could help but
swallow, it just happened automatically.  I felt his come going down
into my stomach, and the swallowing pulled his dick even further into my
mouth, as if I were trying to swallow that too.  Rick was huffing and
groaning, and his dick throbbed and pulsed more as more cum squirted
into my throat.  He was squirting a lot into me, a whole lot - much more
than I had ever squirted as a man.  My throat contracted and swallowed,
I had no control over it, and down the juices went into my stomach.

The throbbing of his dick in my mouth slowed, and then stopped.  Rick
rested back on the bed a bit, and relaxed more and more.  His dick got
less rigid, and it started pulling out of my throat now, into just my
mouth.  Then pulled his dick all the way out of my mouth.  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 almost into my throat again.  He wasn't hard and long enough yet to
get all the way down again.  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 now
- he had gotten hard from playing with himself in my mouth.  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.  I
felt each squirt going into her mouth, and each one sent tingles into my
groin.  Rick moved a bit, and then he pulled all the way out of my
mouth.  I saw his dick, it was hard and long again, 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 again and squirted into me, I felt
his cum in my throat, and I swallowed uncontrollably again and again; 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.  Some with
your mouth, some other stuff.  You are going to have his dick in your
mouth a lot.  Your mouth is really a vagina now, Lola.  And Rick needs
to have his dick inside one a lot.  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


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  The Takers
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Chapter 8

Gina got up then.  She got out of the bed and went through the door and
closed it.  I was left there with sleeping Rick's dick in my mouth.  I
looked above the bed and saw myself, a truly good looking woman.  I
tried to move my arms but they were still tied.  I looked at them in the
mirror, and they seemed to be tied to things inside the mattress of the
bed.  So were my legs.  I moved my head around a bit, trying to get a
better look.  This made Rick's dick slide around in my mouth, and it
started getting bigger, and longer, and the more I moved my face the
longer it got, even though Rick was sleeping.  I felt it going down into
my throat, and it felt good, so I started moving my face back and forth,
and his dick was sliding into and out of me more and more.  Longer and
harder it got, and then he tensed up and I felt his stuff squirting into
me again, and I swallowed, or sort of swallowed.  His dick throbbed as
this happened, I could feel it.  Rick never woke up.  He started getting
small again, and I felt it as he got shorter, and his dick pulled in
from my throat, and it got smaller and soon he was just in my mouth
again.  I liked this, I really did.  What Gina said was true -
everything she said was true, and I knew that whatever she said would be
true.  They had done this to me, Gina and Rick, with the dro-matter
unit.

I lay there with Rick's dick in me, and it felt good.  I felt it in my
mouth's vagina, and also in the real vagina I had between my legs.
Every feeling in my mouth was what I felt between my legs - I liked it.

After a bit, Gina opened the door and came in.  She was naked now.  Her
figure was really beautiful.  She had a tray, which she set over on a
table in the room.  Then she came over to the bed and started shaking
Rick's shoulder, back and forth.  I watched her breasts bounce as she
did that.  "Wake up Rick, wake up" she said as she shook him.  He did
wake up, looking groggy, and as he moved around he pulled his dick out
from the vagina in my mouth.  I really smelled my vaginal juices then,
really strong, and they smelled good.  I had always liked the smell of
pussy, and Rick's dick was wet and slick with pussy juice as it came out
of my "mouth".

"Go to bed now, Rick - She did what you needed, now I need her again."
Rick got up and sat on the side of the bed.  "Okay, Gina" he said, still
groggy, and then he got up and went out the door.  My mouth felt empty
now.  He had been inside it for quite a while, now it was empty and I
could feel that.  I looked up at the mirror above me, and opened my
lips.  I could see a real pussy inside my mouth - no teeth, just a
pussy.  There wasn't any mistaking it.  When I opened my lips up, I
smelled the smell of a woman's pussy, right under my nose.

Gina went back to her tray, and picked up something with her fingers.
She moved over to me, and held something up to my nose.  It smelled
great.  "This is lamb, Lola - lamb meat, one of my favorite recipes.
Try it."  She put it on my lips, and I opened them.  I wanted to eat it,
but I didn't have any teeth, any tongue, or any other normal thing in my
mouth.  I just felt it on my lips and smelled the delicious smell of the
piece of lamb.  It was cooked perfectly, and I was hungry.

"Hee Hee, you need a bit of help, don't you, Lola" Gina said, and she
looked down at me.

Then she smiled and put her finger on my mouth, into my mouth.  She
pushed on the piece of lamb, and in it went, into the vagina in my
mouth.  I also felt it the same thing in the real vagina in my groin.
She shoved harder and farther in it went, I felt her fingers going down
into my throat.  I tasted the lamb, it was really good, and then I felt
my throat finally swallow it.  Gina pulled her fingers out of my mouth,
and I smelled vagina smell and lamb both at once as she kept her fingers
beneath my nose.

"Let's give you some more," she said, and then she pushed more and more
of the lamb into my mouth's vagina, way down deep, and it was like she
was pushing her fingers up into my belly, because I felt it in my groin
to, in my real vagina.  "Here's some saut ed onion and mushrooms,
too."   She picked up a big handful of brown stuff, onions and mushrooms
like she said.  She shoved it all down into my lips and pushed it
further in.  She kept sliding her fingers on my clit, the one in my
mouth, and this felt stronger and stronger, and I was going to come, and
I did, my whole body clenched hard, then again and again and again, and
Gina kept shoving more of the lamb and onions into the vagina of my
mouth - she rubbed my mouth's clit on purpose and that kept me coming,
and this went on for about six minutes, when she finally quit.
"Now I need to eat, Sweetheart," she said.  She went back to her tray
and picked up some scissors, and then she bent down over my groin, over
my stretched out legs, and used the scissors to cut my pink panties.
She cut them three times, once between my legs, and once on each side,
the left and right.  Then the pulled the pieces away, and I felt them
sliding from under me.  I looked up in the mirror, and between my spread
apart legs was the first view of my real pussy - lips, woman's pussy
lips between my two legs.  I was hairless there, but my lips were nice
and pink and fat and I just looked at myself in the mirror, kind of
stunned.  I knew I didn't have a dick anymore, but now I saw what was
really there and it was really really female, no doubt about it.  My
legs were still tied and spread to the sides as they had been since I
woke up.  I had the pink garter belt on, and the garters were holding up
white fish-net hose on my legs.  I saw this in the mirror above me.

Gina went back to the tray and picked up a glass tube, about two inches
or so wide.  She picked up pieces of lamb and put them in the tube.  She
picked up pieces of the onions and mushrooms, and put the in the tube
too.  Then she put in more lamb.  She held the tube full of meat and
stuff right up to my face.  "Here we go, Lola" and then she moved it
down between my stretched apart legs,  She pushed it on my pussy lips,
wiggled it back and forth a minute, then she pushed and I felt it go in
me.  Into my vagina, way deep inside me, all the way, I felt it hit the
end, what must be my cervix I knew.  She let go of it, and looked up at
me, at my face, and then she kissed me.  She french kissed me, and I
felt her tongue inside my mouth's vagina.  She said "One more step" and
she pulled up and reached to the tray again, and got another tube then.
This one was solid, not hollow like the one she had filled with lamb and
shoved into me.  She moved back to my crotch, I watched in the mirror.
I had the first tube inside my vagina, and the end was sticking out
between my legs.  I could see pieces mushroom, onion, and lamb meat
inside that tube.  Gina put the second, solid tube inside the outer end
of the food tube.  It slid right in, and Gina kept pushing it in, just
like a syringe.  She pulled the other, outer tube out, and pushed the
inner tube in, and then they were both out of my vagina.  Only, I was
full in there. All that lamb, all those onions, all the mushrooms were
inside my vagina now.

Gina held up the tubes so I could see them.  "Empty, now - it's all up
in you" and she smiled, then set the tubes down back on the tray.

Then I watched as Gina, naked, lay down between my spread-eagled legs.
She put her face in my crotch, and with both hands, she spread my labial
lips apart, and started licking my pussy.  Then she sucked, and I felt a
bit of the food squish out of my vagina, and she swallowed it.  She
licked me all over down there, every bit of my pussy, and when she
licked on my clit it was so good I almost came.  She put her lips lower
again, onto the opening of my vagina and sucked again.  Harder this
time, and I felt my labial lips going inside her mouth, and her tongue
licking me all around.  Then more lamb meat and onions came out from my
vagina and into Gina's sucking mouth, and she chewed them a bit and then
swallowed.

"Yummmmm," She said - now she slid both of her arms under my legs, moved
her arms and hands up around my waist and put her hands on my stomach,
below my belly-button, and pushed her hands right into my stomach - and
she put her mouth back to my vagina and sucked, and more food came out
of me and into her mouth.   The push on my stomach and the suck on my
vagina was working.   She pushed her hands hard into my stomach again,
and sucked my vagina, and more lamb and stuff squirted out of me right
into her mouth.  Gina chewed and swallowed the food she was eating out
of me, and I felt that my vagina wasn't as stretched out as it was at
first.  It still had lots in it though.

Gina pushed her hands into my belly again, and sucked at my vagina and
more food squished out of it.  She ate this, then pushed me again . . .
and again, and again.  Soon my vagina was almost empty.  Gina slipped
her fingers up inside me, inside my vagina, and pulled little pieces of
lamb out of me as her mouth was right at my vagina, and she licked them
off her fingers and off my labial lips, and ate them.  She pushed her
fingers inside my vagina again and again, feeling all around inside me.
It really felt good, I liked this.  She found the last bits of lamb, and
onion, and mushroom, and she pulled them out of my vagina with her
fingers, and she ate them.

Every bit was gone now.  Gina slid her fingers up into my vagina, and
she felt all around every part of me.  This really felt good, I liked it
a lot.  It was feelings only a woman could ever feel, someone feeling up
inside her body like that.

Gina got up then, loaded the tube with more lamb, more mushrooms, more
saut ed onions.  She climbed back in bed, between my stretched out legs,
and shoved the food filled tube up my pussy once again.  She used the
other tube to push the food out inside me, like a food tampon, and
pulled them out.  My pussy was all stretched and filled again, and Gina
bent down and sucked on my vagina again - food came out, lamb bits,
mushroom, and onions - Gina ate it, Gina sucked again, more lamb and
onions squirted out of me, and Gina ate more.  She once again slid her
arms beneath my legs, put them around my waist and pushed into my belly
with her hands, and that made more lamb squish out of my vagina.

Gina moved her mouth, and started licking my clitoris, and that was
electric, intense, and I came, humping my groin up and down on her
mouth, and some more lamb and stuff squished out of my vagina as it
clamped down in an orgasm - I couldn't help it, the orgasm just squeezed
my vagina.  I looked into the mirror above me, and there was this
beautiful blonde woman, with breasts bouncing all over as she came, and
a naked woman was licking her crotch.  Gina licked all the food that
came out of me, she chewed it and swallowed it, and came back for more.
As my vagina started to empty . for the second time, Gina put two
fingers up in me again, and fished around in my vagina for the last bits
of food, that she pulled out and ate.

Gina now started just licking all over my pussy, cleaning up the mess
that was there.  She licked up, down, right left, all over my pussy
lips, getting every last bit of food and flavor that was there.  This
felt so good I can't describe it.  When her tongue went over my clit, I
could feel each and every little bump on her tongue, licking me there.
I could tell Gina liked it to because she was going "Mmmnnn, yuummmnnn,
mmmnnn".  I don't think she knew I could hear her, I don't think she
even realized she was making any noise.  She just kept licking my all
around my pussy, all over my pussy lips, and this really felt good.  I
didn't want her to stop.

Eventually she did stop licking me, though.  Then she crawled up next to
me and looked me right in the face.  "This is just the beginning, Honey"
she said.  Then she held my face in both hands, and kissed me - sticking
her tongue in the pussy I had instead of a mouth.  I smelled woman's
pussy smell again as she did this.  Then she just lay beside me, and
held one of my breasts in her hand.  She started getting sleepy.  I
looked up in the mirror - the aureole on my breast was just a bit bigger
than her whole hand.  She squeezed my nipple just a bit, laid her legs
on my legs, put her head on my shoulder, and she went to sleep.  I was
sleepy too.  I looked in the mirror at the beautiful woman I was,   My
bra was all pulled down now, I had on garters and stockings, and another
beautiful woman was sleeping right next to me.  I fell asleep watching
myself in the mirror.


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  The Takers
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Chapter 9

I must have slept well - it seemed like a long time anyway.  I had
dreams.  I woke up, and didn't remember the dreams.  But I did feel
refreshed.  Really quite good, in fact.  I yawned, and stretched, and
realized I could move my arms and my legs, and that felt good.  I opened
my eyes, and once again saw myself in the mirror above the bed.  I was
alone in bed, under a quilt, a nice warm quilt and sheets now.

Looking at the mirror, I saw my hair was not nearly as pretty as it had
been last night - it was scattered about now - just like all the women I
had known, their hair had trouble as they slept.  I thought about what I
was thinking, and realized what it meant.  I was a woman now.  But I
didn't feel like a woman, I still felt like I was a man.  I mean, I
didn't think any different.  At least I didn't think I did - I felt like
I was me, just like I had always been me.

I pushed myself up to sit in the bed, and I struggled, it was much
harder than it should have been, and I was heavy, my chest was heavy,
and the covers slid off of my chest then and there was unmistakable
evidence that yes indeed I was a female now.  I looked down at my chest
and saw my own two quite large breasts bouncing slightly as I sat up.
The pink bra was totally gone, and I saw the large mounds, with the
large nipples at the tips, and they felt heavy.  I struggled a bit and
scooted my bottom towards the head of the bed, and was finally sitting
up in the bed, resting my back on the headboard of the bed.  Gravity was
really pulling at my chest, a most unaccustomed feeling.  I started to
put my hands under my breasts, and I found I had to go way down, down to
my navel maybe, to get them under them.  Then I lifted them up a little,
and that relieved some of the pulling.  They were heavy, I was surprised
at the weight.  But I felt better now that I was holding them up a bit.

Looking down at the nipples, I was surprised again at how large they
were, and how much they stuck out.  Each one was bigger around than a
man's thumb, and stuck out about an inch and a half.  I reached up to
touch one, and it was a bit sore, and very sensitive.  Gina had sucked
on them so long and hard last night, it was no wonder they felt that
way.  Hair slipped down over my face as I did this, and, letting go of
one breast,  I brushed it back with my hand.  This brought back the full
weight of my breast to my chest.

The door opened suddenly and I looked up - it was Rick, dressed in
trousers and a shirt.  He stepped into the room, carrying a tray with
several things on it.  He looked right at me, then his eyes went down to
my chest.  I had done the same thing to women all my life, I realized.

"Jesus, Babe, you are one looker, that's for sure.  We done a job on
you, didn't we?"  and he smiled and just kept coming into the room.  He
sat his tray down on a small table near the head of the bed, and he sat
down beside me.  I was kind of still just waking up, and his quick
entrance had startled me.  I just sat there, boobs out, and watched
him.  I didn't have any natural tendency to cover my top, like women
had, I guess.

"How are you feeling, this morning?" Rick said.

I didn't really feel like answering, so I just looked at him.

"Hee Hee, you haven't thought much yet, this morning, have you?" he
said, and I didn't really know what he was talking about.

"Look at this, Lola," Rick said.  He picked up the mirror from last
night.  I remembered the mirror, I had seen it last night.  He held it
up to my face, and said, "Open you mouth, Lola.  Open it and say
AAAHHHHHH," and he laughed.

I did open my mouth, and looked in the mirror.  As my lips opened, I saw
the labial lips in my mouth, and as I opened further, the clitoris and
vaginal opening.  I had forgotten my mouth was a vagina.  How could I
have forgotten that?  Now I remembered Rick sticking his dick in my
mouth, and keeping it in the vagina there for hours last night.  He had
fallen asleep, with his pecker in my mouth, for hours last night.  And I
had forgotten about that.  How could I forget that?

Rick took the mirror away from my mouth, and he said, "Lola, you won't
think about your mouth's vagina very much.  Not much at all, in fact.
When we `took' you, the dro-matter unit we used did a lot of things -
obviously," he said, and smiled, and looked again at my chest.  "One of
those things was that you wouldn't think about the woman's genitals and
vagina in your mouth.  You won't think about them any more than you
would think about the inside of your knee, or about top of your ear.
Nobody ever thinks about those things, unless somehow you have something
special happen to them, to make you think about them. "

Rick was talking, but I didn't care very much anymore what he was
talking about.  I was looking at my breasts once again, they were large
and heavy again, really big on my own chest.  They looked swollen and
big, not droopy and sagging.  Really full, and the aureoles were so
large.

"You don't even remember anymore, do you, Lola?" Rick said.

I didn't really pay any attention to Rick's talking, I was looking at my
breasts.  I was stunned that I was a woman now.  I was waking up, really
waking up now, and I had a real pair of breasts growing right on my
chest now.  They covered lots of landscape - I couldn't see my belly,
groin, lots of my legs, and much more.  My breasts were in the way of
lots of my body, parts of my body I was always used to seeing as a man.
I looked up at the mirror and saw a mess of blond hair, and a beautiful
face looking up, and two breasts out from under the covers, all this in
the mirror.  I stuck one hand down under the cover to feel myself in
between my legs. It was the same as I had felt last night - a woman's
lips - pussy lips, like I had felt so many times before on other women.

"Stop that, Lola," Rick said, and grabbed my hand and pulled it back out
from the covers.  My finger slid up along my pussy as he pulled my hand
out from under the covers.  "We have some things to do now.  No time to
play with yourself.  So stop, Lola."

And I did.  It seemed that when he said my name, Lola, then everything
seemed all right.  I wasn't so concerned anymore, but I still knew I
wasn't really a woman, that this was somehow not me,
even though it was me.  I knew I was really a man, but now I didn't
worry quite so much about it.

"You need breakfast first.  Let's take care of that - Then we will get
you cleaned up and looking nice again," said Rick.

With that, Rick leaned over to the tray he had brought in.  He picked up
something, and held it out for me to see.  It was a link sausage - he
held it under my nose, and I smelled it - it was wonderful, it smelled
heavenly, and I was suddenly realizing how hungry I was.

"Open up and you can have this," he said.

I was so hungry, I opened my lips, and he put it right on my lips and
just held it there.  I wanted to bite it, but it didn't seem right, and
I just held my mouth open and didn't really do anything.  The sausage
smell was really strong now, and I smelled something else too.  Rick let
the sausage lay on my lip, and now I knew what that other smell was.  It
was the smell of a woman's vagina, a  woman's pussy juices - I had
smelled it when I opened my mouth.  Now I remembered, I had a vagina in
my mouth, instead of a real mouth.  I sniffed the smell of both of those
odors, the smell of pussy, and the smell of sausage links.  I looked at
Rick and he smiled and said, "See, you won't ever think about it until
we draw attention to it.  You totally forgot about your mouth's vagina
until now, didn't you, Lola."

I nodded because it was true.

"Now eat breakfast, Lola, and enjoy it.  Then we have a new thing to
try, something Gina, You, and I can both enjoy.  Something from the
future, something we took from there and brought back with us.  We took
it from our Taker, he was going to use it on us.  Now we are going to
use it on you.  But don't worry about that, Lola, just have breakfast."

And I wasn't worried about it, but now I was hungry.

Rick held the sausage under my nose with one hand, and held open my lips
with the other.   Then he just shoved the fat sausage right into my
mouth, and in, and down, and in it went, and he shoved it down deep with
his finger, down into my throat, and I swallowed automatically.
Needless to say, I felt the exact same thing in my female genitals, in
my vagina.  I felt a fat and greasy sausage being pushed into my vagina,
deeper and deeper, up into my stomach, and I felt fingers all around and
in my vagina pushing it into me, deeper and deeper up and into my
stomach.  I swallowed, and down it went through my throat into my
stomach, and up it went from my vagina into my stomach.  The two
feelings happened at the same time, each one was as real as the other.
Only there was only Rick with his now-empty hand at my mouth, and no-one
had touched my real vagina.

Rick held up another sausage to my mouth - it was fried, brownish on the
outside, and speckled with lighter and darker spots where it had fried
up hotter and cooler.  Greasy, that's for sure, and while I thought
about that, a big grease drop fell on my chin.  Rick put his hand on my
face, and with his thumb and first finger opened my real lips again -
the real lips around my real mouth - and shoved another sausage into my
mouth's vagina, into it, and deeper as he pushed the sausage way down
deep into my throat with his finger.

And, of course, I felt him push a sausage up between my legs, into my
stomach, entering the vagina in my groin and further -- into my stomach.

Rick did this same thing with about six greasy link-sausages.  He wasn't
a very good cook, they were coated with grease and fat drippings.  Next
he used a big spoon to pick up some hash-browns from the tray.  He held
open my "mouth" with one hand and slapped down a big spoonfful of
hash-browns in there.  He pulled away the empty spoon and then just held
both hands down around my lips - and then he shoved and squeezed, shoved
and squeezed, and I felt the hash-browns being shoved into me there.  He
pushed the hash-browned potatoes down my throat with his fingers, and
soon I swallowed.   These potatoes smelled really good, but Rick wasn't
very good at getting them down inside me, I thought.  He pushed at them
with two fingers, and worked bits of them down into my throat, where I
swallowed them.  I could feel him groping around at my pussy the same
time, and sticking his fingers up inside me, between my legs, and I was
starting to feel horny, because this really felt kind of good.

When breakfast was over, I felt better.  Rick said, "There's a shower in
the bathroom there.  Go get nice and clean, clean all over, Lola.  Oh,
and Lola, don't play with yourself - just wash, OK?"

When he said my name, "Lola", well it just seemed right to do what he
said.

So that's what I did.  I swung my legs over and stood up from the bed.
I walked to the bathroom, nearly falling over - I wasn't used to the
weight on my chest at all, and so walking was different, like I was
carrying a load of something in front of me.

I went into the bathroom, and got into the shower, and turned on the
water, got it nice and warm, and started soaping myself.  There was a
washrag, and I used it.

When I leaned over to wash my legs, water from the shower washed all
over my back and neck, and down onto my front, then down my chest and it
dripped and dribbled down each of my boobs, to my nipples, and fell off
them in big streams.  They jiggled around as I was leaning over, and the
water streamed off them onto the shower floor, and I watched it.

"Just get clean and come back out, Lola" - I heard Rick say, he had
stepped into the bathroom.  I didn't pay attention anymore, I just
washed myself like Rick said, and then stepped out.  There was a big
towel hanging there, I lifted it up and used it to dry myself.  Rick
stepped into the bathroom and said, "Use the bidet, Lola - get yourself
all clean with it."

I dropped the towel and stood there naked in front of Rick, and didn't
really think about it.  I saw the bidet, next to the toilet, and I went
and sat on it.  I reached around and turned the knobs and felt the
stream of water shooting up at my groin.

"More," Rick said.  "Get cleaned out all inside of yourself, in your
pussy.  Turn those knobs up all the way, Lola" and I did.

As I turned the knobs all the way until they quit, the water shot up
harder and faster, like a hose.  I moved a bit to get my pussy in the
stream, and then whoosh, it was squirting up inside my vagina, and
gurgling back down into the bidet's bowl.  Actually, that felt pretty
good, I was getting full up in there, full of the squirting water.  I
felt it squirting up to the top of my vagina, inside my belly.  The
smell of a woman's pussy wafted up from the bowl of the bidet as I sat
on it and the wash-water came back down out of me.  I also smelled a
faint hint of the lamb and onion that Gina had put inside me last
night.  I was washing out the last traces if that, too.  I leaned
forward just a bit so that the stream would really shoot straight up
inside my vagina.  When I did that, my boobs got lower, and rested on
the tops of my legs, with the nipples right at my knees.  Maybe even a
bit further out than my knees.

This felt good, and then it started to feel really good, the water
squirting up inside me, way inside me up into my vagina, into my belly,
and I was just about to come - then Rick came in and said, "That should
be fine, Lola - turn it off and come out here now."

I didn't really want to do this, but I did, because when Rick said my
name, I sort of wanted to do what he said.  I turned off both the bidet
knobs.  I used the towel on myself, drying my crotch and ass a bit, and
went out to see Rick in the bedroom.  I was totally naked, and my hair
wasn't even dried.  I stood there with my breasts out in front of me and
looked at Rick, and he looked at my chest and never once looked at my
face.

"Now sit down here, Lola, and let me fix you up.

Rick pointed to a chair by a make-up table I hadn't noticed before.  It
had three mirrors around it, angled so that you could see yourself from
several angles. Rick reached over and hit a switch.  Lights around the
mirrors lit up, not too bright, kind of soft, and they didn't hurt my
eyes.  I sat down, totally naked, in the chair.

Then Rick started blow-drying and brushing my hair.  I wondered why a
guy would do this.  Then I looked in the mirror, and saw myself -
beautiful, I was beautiful.  My face was beautiful, even with my wet
hair.  And I saw my breasts and lots of my figure in the mirror, and I
knew.  I was so sexy that I would have done the same thing if I had ever
been with a woman like I was, and she had asked me to.  (Later, I
learned that Rick didn't do it for any of those reasons.)

After he had my hair all dry and flowing around my shoulders and back,
he picked up some of the makeup supplies from the table and started to
use them.  "Just do what I say and help me out, please, Lola," and he
was so polite now that I did.  When he asked me to shut my eyes, I did,
and I felt him brushing there.  When he said smile really big, I did,
and he brushed more makeup on my cheeks as I did this.  When I smiled, I
kept my lips closed - this didn't strike me as unusual, it was just the
way I smiled, and in fact I didn't even think about it.  This went on
and on for about an hour all together.  Lipstick, mascara, the whole
works.  One more "little" thing - this was a huge turn-on.  It felt so
good to have Rick's hands doing things all over my face, gentle, subtle
things, brushing me with the lightest of strokes, and rubbing colors on
my face, I was getting turned on once again.

When he was done, I looked like the most beautiful woman I had ever seen
in my life.  I looked at myself in the three mirrors, turning my head
from side to side.  My blonde hair fell down onto my shoulders, and went
further.  Small, long waves at the top, bigger, shorter waves as it fell
down further and further.  Lot's of air in my hair, and that looked
good.  Shining lips, perfect, wet pink lips, and they smiled as I saw
them in the mirror.  Eyes - perfect - you wondered if they really had
makeup, but they looked so good you knew they did.  I swung around to
look at my reflection in the three mirrors, and my breasts slid and
bounced along with me as I did.

I felt them bounce, and I watched them bounce - and this was a stunning
moment for me!  I had watched women's breasts bounce and move over their
chest as we made love, as they combed their hair, and they walked, and
other times.  Now I watched the same thing, only now I felt it happen to
me.  To ME !  And I heard Rick say, "That is a lovely look, don't you
think so, Lola?"

I was so enthralled with the look of me in the mirror I couldn't
answer.  The sight of the wonderfully sexy and beautiful woman I was
looking at in the mirror was really turning me on.  I knew it was me,
but I was still a man in my mind, and she (I) looked so sexy, so naked,
so large in the chest, nipples so big, so ripe, and I came right there,
sitting on the chair.  My groin pulsed, my vagina throbbed, and I
breathed hard, in and out through my nose, harder and harder, and I came
- I was wet in my vagina, and it squeezed down, squeezed down, and
sqeezed down, again and again.  I looked at myself in the mirror and
imagined my pecker shoved deep into the woman I saw in the mirror, deep
into her and her and my arms holding each other tight together, shoving
her breasts hard against my chest.  I imagined the pressure on her
breasts making milk squirt out of her nipples, the nipples I saw in the
mirror, and I the orgasm got stronger and stronger, and I came and came,
for minutes.

I must have swooned or something, for shortly I was being pulled up by
the shoulders, by Rick.  I saw him doing it in the mirror, pulling up
the woman, pulling up me, and I wasn't coming anymore, but it was like I
had been drugged or something and was just now coming out of it.

"Easy, Lola, take it easy.  You'll be fine in a minute, just rest and
take some deep breaths."  I did that and things became clearer once
again.

I was getting better, Rick was right.  I felt wet between my legs, and I
looked down there.  I couldn't see where the wet was, my breasts were
too large and full, and I couldn't see my waist or groing between the
full cleavage.  I used both hands to lift and pull my breasts up and
apart, and I could see a wet spot between my legs, right there on the
cloth of the chair, where my vagina had oozed out.

"Don't worry about that at all, that's natural - you can't help it
anymore.  We can get the chair cleaned."

"I like that you got so wet your pussy dripped and oozed, Lola.  I like
it a lot.  That's a good thing."  When he said my name, I didn't worry
about it so much, but I still did some.  I wasn't used to this - I still
felt kind of like a man would feel if he was naked, sitting in a chair,
watching the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he came and got
semen on the chair and made a wet spot  - Not that such a thing would
ever happen to me, in my earlier life, but that is how my mind sort of
felt.

"Let's do one more thing, Lola - lean forward in the chair, as far as
you can, please."

And I did, I was kind of weak still anyway.  I leaned forward, my
breasts started pushing against the tops of my legs, more and more, and
they kind of squished out to my sides.  Rick put his hand on my back and
pushed me down further, and then further.  My boobs were pushed totally
against the tops of my thighs and my knees (yes, my knees, the were that
big) and Rick pushed harder and then I couldn't lower myself anymore.
Then I felt a sharp jab in the top of my bent-over bottom, and then Rick
let me go, and I sat up.  I looked over at Rick, and he had an empty
syringe - he popped the needle out of it, tossed it in the trash can by
the table, followed it with the syringe, and said, "Ah, yes, that will
do good, very good.

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