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Here's something that got in my way as I was working on Witch
Chronicles 11 and needed to be dealt with to keep it from
interfering. To be honest, it's little more than a sexfest with the
barest hint of a plot, and a whisper of a more developed story I
might be writing in the future. Have fun with it, that's really all
it's here for.
Now, onto the boring stuff
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DISCLAIMERS
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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature,
and is not intended for the perusal of minors. Further if perusal of
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.
This story remains the property of the author. Permission is granted
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from
this story.
All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.
This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. The
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or
magic that may be broken within the story.
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Now onto the fun stuff
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NEW TECHNOLOGY
Martin signed for the package, wondering what it was. It had come
from Chip, one of his friends that he had met on the Internet. They
had met in the tech chat room with a common interest in computer
programming. About a week after that, while Martin was in the #TVSex
chat room, he had recognized that one "Mistress_Kate" had the same IP
number as Chip. He took a chance and revealed himself and they got
to talking. It turns out they had similar fantasies in that they
both fantasized about becoming beautiful, luscious she-males, Chip
becoming a she-male dominatrix, and Martin a she-male slave. Their
fantasies meshed perfectly and they had spent many sessions "living
out" their fantasies.
In non-sexual matters, they were both helpful to the other as well.
Each was a professional programmer and regularly used the other in
Beta testing their new programs. Most often the programs were just
emailed or DCC'ed in the background as they chatted, but when
security was of a particularly tight nature, they'd send the program
on a disk by registered mail.
But never before had Chip sent a package. It was only a small
package, about two foot on a side, but the very fact it wasn't the
standard padded envelope showed how different the contents were.
Martin popped the package open and pulled the contents from the
Styrofoam peanuts inside. The first thing he removed was a metal
semi-circle with three metal squares padded on the inside mounted on
it. The next thing was a small box attached to an I/O connector. It
looked like it would plug right into the back of his computer. The
last thing he pulled out was a ZIP disk, labeled "IISb2.7"
Martin put the disk in his computer and opened it up. Inside was a
text file entitled "Read Me First" and an untitled Installer
application. He opened the text file and read it. Contained within
were the System Requirements (which he more than had) and a message
saying:
"Plug the box into your computer.
Run the Installer.
Put the headband on. The squares should be at your temples and in
the middle of your forehead.
Run the IIS program.
Contact me on ICQ.
Trust me. We will have fun."
Martin wondered what was going on, but decided to give it a shot. He
did everything Chip had asked. The IIS program looked like a simple
IRC interface, but Martin guessed it was much more. He then checked
ICQ and quickly found Chip, letting him know that everything was
ready.
Chip sent a return message: "8) Ready for a real trip?"
Martin: "What is this thing?"
Chip: "Relax and trust me. You won't regret it."
Martin: "Fine. But if your toy screws up my computer, you owe me big."
Chip: "*LOL* It's a deal. Safe bet, though. You ready for some real fun?"
Martin: "Yeah, but what does IIS stand for?"
Chip: "Now, now, Martina. That'd ruin the surprise."
Martin gave the screen a curious look. Usually, Chip only used the
name Martina, Martin's subbie name, during their IRC games. Looking
at the IIS program in the background, Martin figured IIS was a new
type of IRC program and Chip wanted to test it with some
role-playing. He slipped into role and said: "As you wish, Mistress
Kate. What would you have me do?"
Chip: "Very good, subbie. Pull the IIS program to the foreground,
Ping me, then get comfortable."
Martin did as he was commanded, sitting back in the chair and placing
his hands comfortably on the arms of his chair. A message showed on
the IIS program window:
"Get real comfortable. 30 seconds to start."
The screen then started counting down from thirty in five second
intervals. When the screen hit zero Martin felt a brief tingle.
Before he could do or say a thing, metal clamps appeared from under
the arms of the chair, securing his arms. He felt a tight belt
encircle his waist. He looked down to see himself locked in. He
struggled a bit and found himself securely strapped in.
How was this possible? Was this some kind of virtual reality? He
could feel the straps on his body. More, he could feel the friction
generated by his struggles against the straps.
The desk in front of him disappeared and his monitor moved backwards,
morphing into a door mounted on his wall. The door opened into the
wall (Martin knew there was nothing behind that wall) and Mistress
Kate stepped out. Not Chip, but the she-male goddess Martin had so
often imagined in their games. She was six feet, four inches tall
including the five inch heels on her thigh-high leather boots.
Elastic straps came from the tops of her boots, past the leather
panties that barely contained the massive bulge at her crotch, to the
leather corset that held her double D cup breasts. She wore long,
leather gloves that went all the way up to the shoulder-side of her
elbows. She held a riding crop in her right hand and was casually
striking it against the palm of her left hand. Her hair was glowing,
sunflower blonde, a direct contrast to her otherwise black outfit,
but the hair was no less severe. It was a page-boy cut with just
enough body and curl at the end to let people know she was a woman.
She stood over him and stared down with a cold, steely gaze. "Hello,
Martina. Are you prepared to worship me?"
"How? What's going on?"
Mistress Kate slapped him. He smelled the leather, tasting it on his
lips. "Answer my questions directly. Are you prepared to worship
me?"
Martin felt compelled to say, "Yes, ma'am."
"Good. As to your question, I am a techno-witch, combining magic and
technology. When you installed that program, it allowed me to use
your computer as a gate to use my magic in your home."
"This is real?!"
Mistress Kate pointed her crop at his collar and dragged it down his
shirt. Every time it touched a button, the button flew off and the
shirt parted. "As real as it gets."
Martin trembled. "What are you going to do to me?"
She reached into his shirt and palmed his chest. "I'm going to make
your fantasy come true. I'm going to make you into my she-male
slave." Martin watched as she pulled her hands straight back,
pulling the flesh with her. She then opened her hand, allowing his
now huge (at least triple D) breasts to flop on his chest.
Martin could only mutter in shock, "Oh, god. Oh, god." He could
feel the flesh of his globes resting on his chest, and the cool feel
of Mistress Kate's gloves lingered on his tingly nipples.
"Very good. Now it's time for you to prove your devotion." She
pulled her panties down a little, freeing her dick. She stroked
herself and quickly grew to her full nine inch length. She leaned
forward and pressed her dickhead to his lips. He tried to keep his
lips closed, but she reached down and rubbed his new breast. When he
couldn't help but moan, she shoved her dick into him. She placed her
hands on the back of his head and started fucking his face. Martin
felt humiliated, but also excited. He couldn't help himself. He
sucked and nursed her dick, finding himself wanting to swallow her
load. And she obliged him, continuing to force her dick in and out
of his mouth until she unloaded her seed in his mouth. She held his
head, forcing him to swallow her load.
She pulled loose, and Martin licked his lips. The cum actually
tasted nice. It was both salty and sweet, just like he thought it
would. He looked up and smiled at her. "Thank you, Mistress, for
blessing me with your juices." It was the thank you he was required
to give her whenever she came inside his body, mouth or ass.
She smiled. "Very good. I think you deserve a reward." She stepped
behind him and reached around to take his boobs in hand. He moaned
in lust as she fondled his boobs and flicked her fingers over his
nipples. He unconsciously bucked his hips in a sexual motion,
although no pressure was being applied there. It took only a minute
of this before he was creaming his pants in orgasm. After he came,
she asked, "What do you say, Martina?"
"Thank you, mistress, for causing this sissy slut to cum in her
pants." And he meant it. He knew he should be terrified of what was
happening, but he couldn't help it.
Mistress Kate touched her crop to the chair. The seat straightened,
and Martin went with it, being forced to stand. She said, "Time to
get you more properly attired for your role." She waved her hand at
the door that had appeared and it changed to a full-length mirror.
She touched her crop to him and all his clothes disappeared. She
looked him up and down, musing on what she wanted. She muttered, "A
little too thick in the waist," and an unlaced corset grew from his
hips up, pushing his breasts up and out to the world. She waved her
hand and the corset laced itself up, forcing his waist in so tight,
he had trouble breathing. She waved her hand at his legs and his
legs were hairless; then stockings appeared and rolled themselves up
his legs. She tapped her crop to each foot, and with each tap a shoe
with an incredibly high heel, at least six inches, appeared on his
foot. "One last touch," she said as she waved her hand over his
face. And as simple as that any trace of masculinity in his face or
head was gone. Even his hair was now a beautiful woman's style.
Mistress Kate waved her hand at him and the restraints released. He
stepped forward, teetering on his heels. "How do you like it?"
Looking in the mirror, he said, "I... I look beautiful."
"Yes, you do. Now what do you say?"
"Thank you, Mistress, for my new body."
"Very good. Time to go."
"Go? Go where?"
"Just for a walk around the block."
Martin blanched. "Outside? But I have no panties. And my
breasts... my nipples are clearly visible."
"So? Come along."
She turned to go through the normal entrance, but Martin stalled,
saying, "Mistress, please."
She snapped her crop against her boot. "Martina! Come along!" She
turned and went to the door. He wanted to protest, he wanted to
stay, but he found himself unable to do either. He found himself
following without a word, his breasts and dick swinging freely.
They walked down the street, and Martin felt dozens of eyes on him.
He felt shamed and humiliated, but also aroused. They got to the end
of the street. In the yard was Mrs. Worthings. She was a nice lady
in her mid-40's, still pretty, but not beautiful. Martin always
thought of her as kind of a proper lady, and wondered what she'd
think of the sight of him. When they got close, she asked, "What is
this?"
Mistress Kate replied, "This is your neighbor, Martin, now Martina."
Martin felt ashamed, then shocked when Mrs. Worthings said, "Good to
see the sissy's finally learned his place. May I use him?"
Martin stood there dumbfounded as Mistress said, "Of course. Do a
good job, Martina." She then pushed him into Mrs. Worthings' yard.
He walked over to her. She told him, "On your knees, bitch." He
went right to his knees. She pulled up her skirt, further surprising
him when he saw she wasn't wearing any panties. With a single
command, "Lick," he found himself compelled to bury his face in her
pussy. He applied himself with diligent love to the task. He loved
her taste and smell, but after far too short a time, she screamed in
orgasm and stepped back. He whimpered a bit, but she ignored him and
told his Mistress, "Not bad. Maybe I could use him again?"
"Any time. Come along, Martina." She walked on and he reluctantly followed.
It was only a couple seconds before a cop drove up, with his siren
running. They stopped and the cop got out. "What's going on here?"
"Just taking my sissy for a walk."
He grabbed his crotch. "Well, maybe for a little special treatment,
I can forget about arresting you for indecent exposure." Martin grew
afraid. He had never wanted sex with a guy, and his mistress had
never had him do it in chat, but he had never been anywhere for real,
either.
Mistress Kate waved her hand at the cop, and he changed. His head
became a woman's, his body grew curves, and his chest grew and
expanded until his shirt burst open, revealing a pair of hooters that
were as large as Martin's and Mistress's combined. The cop turned to
Martin and took his boobs in hand. As he fondled himself, he asked,
"Would you rape my ass, Martina?"
Knowing that Mistress Kate loved to "see" him doing it with other
she-males, Martin stepped up, turned the cop around, bent him over,
and plunged his hard dick into the cop's ass. Martin fucked the cop
with the cop giving him encouragement like, "Do it harder," and "Make
me your bitch," and other such colorful phrases.
When they got close, Martin stopped. The cop whimpered as Martin
asked, "May we cum, Mistress?"
She smiled. "Of course, darling. You've been a good subbie today."
Martin resumed fucking and soon he and the cop were soon cumming
together.
Martin pulled out and stepped back. The cop just stood there
fondling his boobs. Mistress said, "Come along, Martina."
He asked, "What are you going to do with him?"
"Leave him there to fondle himself."
"Why not give him to Mrs. Worthings?"
"Good idea." She waved her hand at the once cop and said, "Go." The
new she-male wandered over to Mrs. Worthings' yard.
The two went back to Martin's place. Inside, she asked him, "Did you
enjoy that?"
"Yes, ma'am." He knew he shouldn't have. He had been paraded around
for public exposure and forced to engage in public sex, but he
couldn't help it. He had loved it!
"Good. Time for our closing act." The closing act in all their
previous, online meetings had been her fucking him. A chair with no
arms appeared behind her and she sat in it. He immediately went to
his knees before her. She parted her legs and he crawled between
them. Her panties disappeared, and he immediately started licking at
her now exposed dick. As soon as she started getting hard, he sucked
her into his mouth, bobbing up and down on her. He used a copious
amount of saliva, knowing that his primary goal was to lubricate her.
He was not to bring her to orgasm until she was deep inside him.
It took only a few seconds to get her as hard as she needed to be.
He stood and she closed her legs. He straddled her legs, took her
cock in hand, pressed it up into his bum, and slowly lowered himself
onto her. She buried her face in his cleavage and licked his boobs
as she powered him up and down on her. Soon he was bouncing up and
down in desire, saying, "Gonna cum! Gonna cum!" Before he could,
she stopped licking him and slammed him down on her. He whimpered
and tried to resume, but she held him solidly.
She ordered him, "Stop it!" and he froze. "You're here for my
pleasure. Now lick my breasts." He leaned over, figuring he'd have
to bend himself way out of shape in order to get to her boobs, but
his tongue shot from his mouth and was now long enough to lick her
with just a tilt of his head. In fact, his tongue was now long
enough that he could and did easily lick both of her breasts at the
same time. He used his new, longer tongue on every square inch of
her boobs, trying to lick both of her nipples at the same time and
succeeding more often than not. It was only a short bit before she
was moaning in lust and resumed bouncing him up and down on her. She
then screamed in orgasm and slammed him down. He felt her fluids
fill his ass in a way never before possible with simple cyber-sex,
and it gave him a sexual rush that pushed him right into an orgasm of
his own.
After they came down from their sexual high, she gave his butt a
playful swat, saying, "Time to get up. I need to go."
Martin got up but begged, "Please, no, Mistress. Stay with me and
let me worship you as your sub should worship you."
She smiled and stroked his face. "I wish I could. You'll
understand." She leaned over and kissed him.
As soon as he opened his eyes, the world had reverted. He was
sitting in front of his computer, now back to what it was. The IIS
screen was filled with a text description of what had just happened,
with far more detail than any IRC session he had ever been in. He
looked down and saw his regular, breastless chest. He was amazed.
Had it all been some fantasy? He could still feel Mistress Kate's
lips on his, still smell her perfume.
Thinking over what had just happened, Martin realized that every
sensation was fresh in his head and on his body. He not only
remembered the sex, but could feel the cum in his pants and drying on
his ass. But when he felt down below, there was no stickiness
holding his pants to his ass. There was plenty of stickiness up
front, but even an illusion could've done that to him.
He got back on the computer and pinged his partner.
Martin: "Are you there?"
Chip: "Still here. Did you like it?"
Martin: "Hell, yes, but what happened? What did you do?"
Chip: "That was IIS, the Imagination Interactive Simulator, the next
step in V.R."
Martin: "V.R.? It wasn't real? You're not a witch?"
Chip: "*LOL* I wish!"
Martin: "How did it do that? It was so real!"
Chip: "That's the point. Regular V.R. creates a virtual world and
submerges the senses within it. Since no computer can handle every
detail in a real world, standard V.R. always appears blocky and
unrealistic."
Martin: "And IIS?"
Chip: "IIS creates only the barest outlines of a world, then utilizes
your own brain's dreaming capabilities to create the rest."
Martin: "Wow"
Chip: "I know. Tomorrow you'll get the software for creating and
running an IIS fantasy of your own. Next time we meet, Martina, I
expect you to knock my virtual socks off. ;) "
Martin: "Will do."
Chip: "What was that, MARTINA? :)"
Martin: "My apologies. As you wish, Mistress Kate."
Chip: "Same time tomorrow, Martin?"
Martin: "Hell, yes."
The two signed off. Martin went to the bedroom to get a new pair of
pants. Just walking was a new sensation. His legs ached from being
stretched out on heels that never really existed. And he actually
missed the sensation of breasts bouncing on his chest. He wondered
what it would take to get real breasts, but quickly dismissed that.
He could wait till tomorrow, then he'd have breasts again. And as
many days after as he could.
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