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Now, onto the boring stuff
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Now onto the fun stuff
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Avatar Pt 11
Terry Williams sat in her jail cell, reading a magazine. She heard
someone walk up to the cell, and she looked up, seeing the guard.
"You've got a visitor," he told her.
Two people stepped up into view. One was a tall, very masculine
gentleman in a very expensive business suit; the other appeared to be
a small, petite woman with large breasts in a dress. Terry looked
right at the woman and said, "Carla, why are you doing this to me? I
love you."
The woman trembled, but the man put his arms on her shoulders
comfortingly, and said, "Steady. You can do this."
The woman pulled herself together and said, "You don't love me. You
don't love anyone. You changed me into," she waved her hands down
her body, "this. You hypnotized me, drugged me, brainwashed me.
Turned me into a whore addicted to the taste of cum. If my cousin
hadn't found me and managed to help me, I'd still be on the streets
whoring for your pleasure and profit."
Terry grinned evilly. "So your cousin saved you? Does he do
anything more? You're addicted to cum, now. Have you tasted his
cum? Have you wrapped your lips around his big, hard cock? Have you
teased and provoked him till he spewed that white love seed down your
throat?"
The woman yelled out, "Stop it! Stop it!" and buried her head in her
cousin's chest.
Terry snidely asked, "What's wrong, Carla?"
The woman pulled herself together and looked at Terry. "My name
isn't Carla. My name is... Charles, and I am... a... man."
"A man? In that cute, little dress? You hardly look the role."
"I'm wearing the dress, because your brainwashing made it impossible
for me to wear pants. But as soon as they break it and I can get
this undone, I'll make myself normal again."
Terry stood up. "So tell me,... Carla. Are you ever going to stop
wearing nighties? You always did like the real frilly ones. The
more feminine the better, as I recall."
Charles buried his head in his cousin's chest. His cousin said,
"Okay, that's enough. The doctor said you had to confront her before
the trial. He didn't say we had to prolong the terror unnecessarily.
You go ahead." He pushed Charles towards the door and the femininely
clad male walked away. After Charles was gone, his cousin said, "You
really are a sadistic bitch. Do you just enjoy terrorizing and
feminizing unsuspecting males?"
Terry grinned. "Well, that's part of it." She walked up to the
bars. "But don't let the little sissy fool you. Before I gave him
one drug, hormones or hypnotics, I had him in panties and a bra full
time, and sleeping in nighties. You think you're going to cure him?
Change him back into a man's man? That never described him at any
point in his life." She dropped her voice so only he could hear her.
"And you'll never cure him entirely, because part of him wants to be
a cum-sucking whore."
Charles' cousin trembled in rage, and Terry could tell that he wanted
to reach through the bars and throttle her. She also guessed that
the only reason he didn't was because she was a woman. But he pulled
himself together and leaned in close. He whispered, "I'm going to
bury you. I'm going to make sure the D.A.'s office has all the right
lawyers, and all the right resources, and I'm going to get you buried
in a jail cell for the rest of your natural life." He then smiled
evilly and walked away.
After he was gone, Terry laughed. Wait until Carla tried to testify
against her. Did the little sissy really think that she hadn't
included protections against that in his brainwashing?
Suddenly a dark, imposing voice said, "They've already destroyed those."
Terry looked around. In the middle of the cell there was a dark
vortex of swirling bits of blackness. "Who... or what are you?"
"I am the darkness within all men's souls. I am the destructive
force that drives all to hurt others. I am the force that compels
evil. I am discrimination. I am prejudice. I am Hate."
"And you are way too over-dramatic. What do you want here?"
"I want to save you. They have broken the brainwashing on your
little sissy in regards to not testifying against you. He will
testify, and you will be locked away. I am your only hope."
"And what do I have to do?"
"Just become my Avatar, the living embodiment of my power. Usually I
chose a man, but my opposite half, Love, has changed tracks and
chosen a couple for her Avatar so I figured I'd change and choose a
woman."
Terry stared at the vortex for a while before saying, "Bullshit.
You're not doing this because you want to change. You've looked at
everyone and chosen me because I have the most chance of stopping
Love's Avatar."
The darkness laughed. "You know Hate so well, which is why I chose you."
"But it does put me in the driver's seat."
"But keep in mind, without me, you will spend at least the next
decade of your life in jail."
"So what do you want? What do you want me to do?"
"Simple. Foster hate. Destroy lives, families and countries.
Destroy and pervert love wherever you find it."
"Love is fakery. A lie to sell flowers and greeting cards."
"Then help me eliminate it."
"What do I get for this?"
"Power. The power of a god. One of my earliest avatars was Ares, a
god already. With my extra power, he perverted Aphrodite, and
brought about the destruction of the Greeks, the Egyptians, and the
Roman Republic and created the very militant Roman Empire. When
Love's next avatar, Venus, finally brought him down, my next avatar,
Mars, destroyed them all."
"I thought Venus and Mars were just different name for Aphrodite and Ares."
"No. The Romans based their ideas for their gods on the Greek gods,
but they weren't the same."
"The gods were real?"
"Depends on your definition of real. The gods of the various mythos
throughout history were created by the imaginations of humans. They
were walking dreams. All except for Aphrodite, who was a human who
became Love's first avatar."
"So I become... the god of War?"
"If that's what you want to call yourself. You become as powerful as
the new Goddess of Love."
Terry considered it. "I'll do it." The blackness moved forward,
enveloping her and filling her with darkness. When it was finished,
Terry opened her eyes to reveal two solid black orbs.
She looked around, briefly considering destroying the jail cell. But
such a blatant, destructive use of her power would let her opposition
know who and where she was. But there was one indulgence she would
give herself before engaging the new avatar of Love.
She was surrounded by a flare of darkness and was suddenly in the
house of Carla and his cousin, Phillip. They weren't home yet, but
they'd be back soon. Terry cloaked herself and waited. She only had
a ten minute wait before the two cousins walked through the door.
Phillip asked, "Want something to eat?"
Carla declined, saying, "No, I'd just like to go to bed."
"Okay."
Carla walked back to his room, and Terry followed. He got undressed,
and into a nightie. Terry created a dildo on the headboard. When he
saw it, he froze. She then whispered in his ear, "Take it. You know
you want to." Carla only heard the words with his subconscious, and
found himself reaching for the realistic plastic cock. He picked it
up, and Terry told him, "Suck it. You need cock,and this is the only
thing available."
Carla took the dildo and placed it at his mouth. He licked at it,
and Terry said, "Oh, yes. Licking it is so tasty, but you need it
inside you. Suck it into your mouth." Carla sucked the tip into his
mouth and swirled it around. "Yes, that's good, but you need it deep
inside of you. Deep throat it. Press it in until those plastic
balls slap your chin."
Carla jammed all of the large dildo down his throat. He started
moving it in and out like it was a real cock. "Yes, that's so good.
You love the way it forces you open. You love the penetration."
Carla moaned in lust.
"But it's not enough. It won't cum for you. It won't give you that
tasty,... creamy seed you need so much." Carla whimpered. "But
where can you get that seed? Your cousin." Carla looked out to the
front room. "But no, sex with your cousin would be wrong. But where
else can you get some cum?" Carla thought about it, then reached
under his nightie and took his own little dick in hand. "Look at
that tiny thing. It won't even get hard anymore. But maybe, just
maybe, if you fuck yourself silly with that hard dildo, you can get
it to spew a little bit of that white love juice you need so bad."
Carla took the plastic cock out of his mouth and looked at it. When
he hesitated a bit too long for Terry, she said, "You probably
shouldn't, but you need that cum sooo much. Besides, who's going to
know? And you've taken larger into your ass. Go ahead. Just do
it." Carla moved the dildo around to his ass, bent over and pressed
it into him.
"That's it," Terry continued. "It feels so good. Now get down on
your knees." Carla, not even knowing why, obeyed. "Now, with one
hand, pump your ass, with the other, play with your titties." Carla
reached up and started rubbing his implant augmented breasts through
his nightie. "Look at your boobies. Look at that silly little
cockette, barely visible through the cleavage. How could you dare
think of going back? That thing won't ever work again. The doctors
can't reverse the damage the hormones have done. You'll never
experience real pleasure with that little nub again. But those
boobies, those large, marvelous boobies. You can't get rid of them.
Unless you allow yourself to be fucked by a real man, like your
cousin, they're your only source of pleasure left. You hate yourself
for thinking it, but you know it's true. You CAN'T give them up.
You WON'T give them up. In fact, you need them larger, so you don't
ever have to look at that silly thing between your legs ever again."
Carla raised his head up a bit so he couldn't see his cock between
his legs.
While Carla continued to play with himself, Terry went through the
door to the living room, where Phillip was watching T.V. on the
couch. She touched his mind and he fell into a light sleep. She
returned to Carla and whispered, "Cum." Carla trembled in orgasm and
leaked some cum onto the floor. "Quickly now, lick it up, before it
soaks into the rug." Carla moved back, and went to his hands and
knees, lapping up his own cum, like a thirsty dog laps up water.
Carla sat up and wiped his lips. "Yes, that was tasty, wasn't it?"
Terry whispered. "But it was hardly a lot. And you also prefer the
thicker, creamier stuff that comes from a real man's dick. But where
can you get that? Your cousin?" Carla looked out to the living
room. "No, you can't ask for that. But you can go out and look.
You could tell him you were going to get a glass of water. You'll be
able to fix his image in your mind before coming back here and
fantasizing him taking you in his arms and fucking you like the bitch
you are while going to sleep. Oh, you know you shouldn't fantasize
about your own cousin, but you can't help it. He's just so strong
and manly. And you're such a sissy."
Carla walked out to the living room, and Terry followed. When he saw
Phillip asleep on the couch, Terry whispered, "Look at that big,
strong man. Look at the way his muscles ripple under his shirt. It
makes you want to play with yourself, fantasizing about him holding
you, kissing you,... fucking you." Carla's hand slid under his
nightie and drifted towards his breast. "Go ahead and play with
yourself. He's asleep. He'll never know."
Carla took his breast in hand and started flicking at the nipple.
Terry continued, "Look at his big, muscular chest, going up and down
with every breath he takes. But look... between his legs. That
package is so big. Even under his pants and asleep, it's huge. It
makes your mouth water just thinking about it. Thinking about taking
it into your soft, moist lips." Carla drew his finger over his lips.
"But that'd be wrong." Carla looked away shamefully. "But... he's
asleep." Carla looked back. "He'll never know you were fantasizing
about taking that big tool of his between your lips, and doing all
those things that you know men love so much." Carla licked his lips.
Terry kept on. "You've still got that dildo in your ass. Play with
it a bit, imagining it's his." Carla hadn't even noticed that he had
forgot to remove that dildo. He reached back, took it in hand, and
began pumping it into his ass. "Yes, that's your cousin's dick
plowing your ass, pumping in and out of you until he spews that
beautiful seed inside you. But, damn it, that plastic thing just
isn't enough. It'll never fill you with the cum you need. And that
silly thing between your legs won't do the job anymore, either. The
only real dick in this house is your cousin's. But how can you get
it inside you?"
Carla stared at his cousin. Terry whispered, "You... could suck him
off. Yes. If you were real gentle... real careful, you could get
him to blow his wad without ever waking up. Yes, that's exactly what
you can... what you must do. You'll get a nice, tasty load of that
manly seed, and he'll never know."
Carla tiptoed over to Phillip and knelt between his legs. Terry
whispered, "Careful now. Unzip his pants." Carla carefully reached
up and unzipped Phillip's pants. He reached in, and with all the
skill Terry's brainwashing gave him, gently freed his cousin's dick.
"Ooh, it's bigger than you thought. You can't wait to taste that big
rod. Quickly, but gently, take it in your mouth." Carla leaned over
and took Phillip's dickhead in his mouth and the brainwashing took
over. Carla started acting the role of cock-sucking whore.
Phillip roused from his sleep, and Terry moved up and started
whispering in his ear. "What a marvelous dream. You've hired a
whore to suck you off and she's the best you've ever had. Grab her
head. Make her deep throat you. You've paid for it and she deserves
it." Phillip grabbed Carla's head and forced all of his massive cock
down Carla's throat. "That's it. Fuck the bitch's face. Pump your
massive rod into her whorish throat. Keep going until you... Cum!
Cum now! Fill the tramp with your seed!" Phillip slammed his dick
deep into Carla's throat and orgasmed.
While he was loosing his seed, Terry moved down to Carla and
whispered, "He's filling you with man seed. You hate yourself for
it, but you LOVE it."
She moved back to Phillip and said, "Oh, god, that wasn't a dream.
And that whore... is your cousin! You just face fucked your cousin!
Worse yet, look at that smile on his face. He loved it. Terry was
right. He's nothing more than a cock-sucking, sissy, faggot bitch!
He's degraded the entire family!" Phillip got an angry look on his
face. "Well, fine. If he wants to be a sissy whore, you'll show him
what that really means. Throw him to the ground and fuck him
doggy-style like the bitch he wants to be."
Phillip threw his cousin to the ground. Carla protested, saying,
"Phillip, what's-"
Terry told Phillip, "Shut him up. Use his femme name."
Phillip slapped Carla's face and said, "Shut up, Carla!"
Carla, still thinking of himself as Charles, was stunned. Terry told
him, "What a strong man. You know you should hate it, and you hate
yourself for it, but you LOVE this."
Carla trembled, partly in fear, partly in lust, as Phillip went to
his knees behind him. Phillip flipped up the nightie and saw that
Carla's ass was still filled with the dildo. Terry whispered, "Look
at that. The sissy has been fucking himself with a dildo. He's
probably been planning this all along. Planning on making you want
him. Planning on turning you into a cock-sucking faggot like him.
You should throw him aside and get away, but you can't. He's won.
You're a faggot now. You HAVE to fuck your cousin."
Phillip looked down angrily, sure he was about to hit his cousin.
"Fine, if he wants you to fuck him, you will. But it will be on your
terms and only after you've punished him for what he did. Pull that
dildo out and beat his ass with it." Phillip pulled the dildo out
and started whacking on Carla's ass. Carla whimpered in pain, but
didn't protest. Soon, Terry whispered, "Look at that raw ass.
You're even hotter now than when you started. You've got to take
him. Take him now!" Phillip took his stiff dick, put it right to
Carla's ass, grabbed his hips, and impaled him to the sounds of a
very unmasculine squeal.
Terry continued. "Yes, fuck that boy-girl. Pound his ass. Get your
rocks off inside his girlie body." At those words, Phillip lost it
and dropped his load into Carla. But Terry used a bit of power and
kept him hard. "Your cousin is so sexy that you're still hard. Keep
fucking, the bitch deserves it for being such a tease. Look at those
tits bouncing underneath his nightgown. Are those the tits of a boy?
Play with them a bit." Phillip reached up and played with Carla's
breasts. Carla moaned. "Listen to him. Like a bitch in heat. Yes,
that's what he is, a bitch. He's not really a man. He's just a
bitch-whore. Yes, that's it. You're just fucking a whore with a big
clit. You're not a faggot after all."
Phillip smiled. He started pounding Carla even harder. "Yes," he
moaned. "You're such a good fuck, Carla."
Carla moaned. Terry whispered, "You know he's right. You hate
yourself for it, but you are a great fuck. Use all those skills
you've got to please him for complimenting you." Phillip and Carla
fucked together until they both came.
After he pulled out, Phillip got back on the couch. Carla started to
get up beside him, when Terry whispered into Phillip's ear, "Keep HER
on the floor. It's where she deserves to be."
Phillip pushed Carla back to the floor. "Stay there, bitch."
Carla meekly went to his knees at Phillip's feet. Terry went beside
him and said, "Now's the time. Ask him about bigger breasts. You
need those bigger tits so you don't have to be reminded of that nub
between your legs."
"Phillip?" Carla asked.
Terry whispered into Phillip's ear, "How dare she refer to you by
name? She should only refer to you as Master, from now on."
Phillip slapped her. "I'm your Master now, bitch."
"Yes, Master. May I ask a boon?"
"What is it?"
"Can I get bigger tits?"
Terry whispered to Phillip, "See? Would a man, any kind of man, want
big tits? She's a bitch." Phillip glared at Carla. "But bitches
deserve big tits. If they can pay for it."
Phillip grinned. "You can get your own tits."
"I can't pay for that on my own," she whined.
"You can with the money you'll make from prostitution. I'll pimp you
out, and only take 80% of the profits."
"But it'll take me forever to get enough for more implants."
"Quit whining. I'll advance you the price of the implant surgery,
and take all of your profits until you pay me back for that. I'll
also have to take out room and board, of course. Now show me how
much you appreciate my generosity by sucking my dick."
Carla got between Phillip's legs and took his dick into her mouth.
Terry was about to leave when the phone rang. She stopped and
listened. Phillip picked it up and said, "Hello... Sergeant Amos,
what's going on?... You say Terry Williams has escaped?... Yes,
well, I didn't think my cousin was going to do too well on the stand
anyways... Feel free to call if you catch her." Phillip hung up.
"I'd like to thank her." Phillip grabbed the back of Carla's head
and forced himself roughly down her throat.
Terry laughed as she left, leaving Phillip and Carla to wonder where
the strange sound was coming from.
************
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"This is reality, not T.V. Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure. I just like T.V. better."
J R D
jrdss@micronet.net
ICQ#37222294
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