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Swap Meeting



   By Ed Rider



   Almost everybody who knew Barnaby Grant would describe him with only one
word: bastard.
They had to admit he was shrewd in business and a master at making deals
where he would come out ahead.  But even though it was exciting being
around a shark, most of the people he dealt with eventually tried to stay
as far away from him as they could unless it was absolutely necessary to

see him.

   His private life was almost nonexistent.  He often attracted women, but
after a few doses of humiliation from him, they were cured.  He didn't seem
to care, because his phone list was full of high-priced call girls who'd do
any degrading thing he wanted for enough money.  They hated him, too, but
they were whores, so they came when he called.

   Tonight he was with one of them whom he didn't see often, because she
avoided him unless she really needed the money.  Though he took her to a
nice restaurant, he spent the dinner telling her about Mrs.  Roberts, his
executive secretary, and the various ways he humiliated her in front of the
staff, her husband and even her children.  "I know she hates me, and she
knows she could run the business without me, but because one of her kids
has a lot of medical bills, she's at my mercy," he told her.  He laughed
heartily, and the hooker, whose name he forgot except when he looked her
up, tried to smile because that's what she was getting paid for.

   Barnaby never took any of his call girls home.  He didn't want them in
his house, so he always rented a hotel room for the night.  He wasn't
cheap, and it was always an expensive hotel.  But it could have been a
cheap dive once he and the pretty woman closed the door, because he
delighted in prying out the one sexual request that the woman found the
most detestable, and then he would demand it -- and get it.  He enjoyed it
even more if they were crying or gagging or both while he did it to them or
they did it for him.

   It soon came down to that this night, and the hooker was in a rage.  She
was refusing, but he knew she'd come around.  His game was to see how
little it would cost to force her to do it, and he figured that if it cost
nothing extra, he was the winner.  He usually won.

   "You are the most disgusting excuse for a human being that walks this
Earth," the woman was saying.  "I just wish there was a way that you could
be on the receiving end one time.  I wish you could be me, and I could be
you, and you could feel how filthy and degrading it is to have sex with you
for money."

   Talk like this didn't bother Barnaby.  He loved it.  It turned him on
even more, because he knew by the end of the evening, he would have his
satisfaction and the woman would be hating herself.

   "Oh yeah?" he replied.  "How much do you wish it?  Would you pray to God
or Allah or whatever you pray to for that to happen."

   "Yes I would," said the woman vehemently.  "I would give anything to
make you take what you've been giving.  You'd be a whimpering imbecile in
no time.  I think you're just a bully.  You can hand it out, but you can't
take it."

   "Oh yeah?" he said again.  "Maybe you can find yourself a genie.  Or why
don't you wish upon a star.  You're welcome to go out on the balcony and
wish on one.  Just don't fall off." He began to laugh.

   She got up and staggered to the balcony door in her slip, as he yelled,
"Hey, be careful.  You've had a lot to drink."

   Who is he telling to be careful?  she thought.  He just doesn't want to
be bothered explaining my dead body to the police.  She opened the balcony
doors and stepped out.  There were a lot of stars in the sky.  Why not make
a wish?  I know this is stupid, but I'm going to do it anyway.  I wish that
I could trade places with Barnaby.  Let's see.  I'd be a rich businessman,
and he'd be the whore.  Yes, yes, yes.  I wish.  I wish.  I wish.  Oh, was
that a shooting star?

   She began to laugh and the laugh turned into a cough.  It's cold out
here, she thought.  I'm shivering.  But a second ago it was a nice night.
What happened?  Something feels strange.

   She walked back into the room and began laughing again.  "Barnaby Grant,
you're through," she yelled at him as she poured herself another strong
drink.  She knew she was going to need it to get through this night.  "I
just wished on a shooting star, and you're finished, you hear me," she
said.

   "Oh I am, am I?" he said.  "I'm really scared.  Before I'm all washed
up, though, come over here.  We haven't finished talking about that little
thing that I want you to do, and it's getting late.  That thing might take
a little time, because I want you to do it very slowly, so you really enjoy
it."

   "Ugh," she said and shuddered.  Suddenly she was just as chilly in the
room as she had been outside.  And she felt strange inside, too.  It was
probably the booze or the fear of what she was going to do with Barnaby. 
She poured herself another drink and walked over to Barnaby.  She may as
well get this over with as soon as possible.

   A couple of hours later, he was fast asleep, and she was curled up in a
corner of the bed weeping.  In her four years on the job, this was the most
humiliating and disgusting night of them all.  Even being stinking drunk
and delirious hadn't helped.  She was too worn out to get dressed.  So she
cried herself to sleep in a drunken haze, repeating softly, "I wish, I
wish, I wish, I wish..."

   It didn't take Barnaby long to realize something was wrong.  He slept in
the nude, and when he woke up, he saw right away that he had two breasts, a
vagina and no penis.  He knew he was dreaming, so he rolled over on his
stomach and put his head on the pillow, waiting to wake up.

   After a few minutes, he felt no different, so he decided to get up and
see where the dream might take him.  He found himself in the hotel room
from last night, and everything looked the same except himself.

   There was a piece of paper on the coffee table, and he picked it up and
read the note scribbled on it.

   "I don't understand what happened, but I have to get out of here before
I go crazy.  I'll be back." It wasn't signed.

   He walked into the bathroom and looked at himself in the full-length
mirror and saw that he had the body and face of last night's call girl,
whose name he had forgotten.  It was a nice body, he thought.  The breasts
were big but not the enormous ones he preferred.  At least they weren't
fake.  The ass was small and round, just like he liked them, because the
small ones hurt more when he penetrated them.  She was in good shape, but
then that's why she could charge so much.  Her face was pretty good, too.

   He wasn't in a bad mood, just a little impatient.  This was quite a
dream, but for some reason, he felt like he needed to wake up and get to
work.  There was a knock on the door.  He looked around for some clothes,
but his were missing.  Then he saw that she had left hers there all over
the bedroom floor.  He put a towel around his waist and looked in the
mirror and saw his breasts.  He found the fancy white bathrobe and put it
on and went to the door.

   He pushed in right past him.  He was him.  Barnaby looked at the man. 
He was Barnaby, but this guy looked like Barnaby, and when he started
talking, he sounded like himself.  Weirder and weirder, he thought.

   "Look," said the other Barnaby.  "I am as puzzled and scared as you are.
You are Barnaby, aren't you?" Barnaby nodded.

   "Well, when I woke up early this morning, I was in your body, and I saw
myself, you, lying on the bed next to me.  I thought I was dreaming, but
everything else was real.  I started to put on my clothes and then realized
that I looked like a transvestite, so I put on your clothes.  I went back
to my apartment and tried to figure out what to do.  I still don't know,
but if we work together, I'm sure we can come up with something.  I don't
believe in magic or anything, but this is something that's not natural. 
We've got to find a way to get our bodies back."

   Barnaby listened.  Some dream, he thought, but dream or not, he was
Barnaby, and he didn't feel like changing his personality just because he
was a woman.

   "What are you talking about, bitch?" he said.  "I'm going to work with
you on what?  Waking up?  What's the idea of taking my clothes?  Did you go
into my wallet, too?" He looked around.  "Where's my stuff?"

   "I didn't know what to do.  I didn't want to leave anything to be
discovered here, so I took all your and my identification to my apartment.
I figured we'd need it to work with when we go there later."

   "I'm going nowhere," he said.  "I'm staying right here until this dream
is over.  You're talking crazy.  What the hell are you trying to pull on
me."

   "You don't understand, we've got to get out of here, before anyone finds
out," the other Barnaby said.  "It least I do.  I think you're making a
mistake, but if you want to stay, I don't care.  I'm leaving."

   "You're going nowhere, bitch," Barnaby said and jumped at her.  When she
pushed him easily away, he found out that he didn't just have the hooker's
curvy body, but also her woman's strength.  And the other Barnaby had his
well exercised body.

   "Sorry, but I've got to go home now and think about this some more,"
said the other Barnaby.  "My mind isn't working right.  I'll come up with
something and come back.  You can't leave until I do." The man walked over
and swept the hooker's clothes up from the floor into his arms, then rushed
out the door.

   A few hours later, the phone rang, and Barnaby picked it up.  The voice
was his.  "I've told the hotel we're staying for a couple more days and my
woman friend would be ordering room service," the voice said.  "I'm working
on this, and I'll see you tomorrow." The voice hung up and Barnaby slammed
the phone down.  He was getting tired of this dream.  He spent the rest of
the day eating, watching TV and drinking lots of booze.  He thought of
playing with his body, but decided that would be too spooky.  He fell
asleep in a drunken haze.

   When he awoke the next morning, he was a little upset for the first
time. This weird dream seemed to be going on a long time.

   He ordered breakfast from room service and then took a shower.  He put
on the white robe.  He thought about what he could do and what he should
do, but he couldn't think of anything.  He spent the day watching TV,
eating, drinking and not thinking.

   When there was a knock on the door around 8 p.m., he knew who it was,
and he was even a little glad, because it meant some variation from his
boredom.

   The other Barnaby swept into the room and went right to the closet.  He
was carrying some clothes.  He hung up a couple of pieces and put the rest
on the dresser.

   When this was done, the other Barnaby cleared the meals that had
accumulated on the round table and carried them out into the hall.  He came
back in and sat down at the table and said, "Sit down!" Barnaby grumbled
but joined him.

   "I spent the day with Mrs.  Roberts," the man said.

   "You did what?  Why you little --"

   "I was desperate.  I couldn't keep going back to my apartment looking
like you.  I didn't know what to do, and I remembered you talking about
her. Now, I don't have much time, because I'm going back to your office and
working with her some more tonight.  Thank goodness it's Friday.  She
agreed to work all weekend, but then she's used to that, isn't she?

   "So if you want to hear everything I have to tell you, you need to shut
up.  If you start interrupting me, I'll just get up and leave.  Is that
understood.  I'm not you, and I'm going to tell this in my own way, which
means it may not be that logical, but you're going to listen anyway.  When
I'm done, I'll answer your questions."

   Barnaby looked at him and for the first time noticed he was wearing
different clothes from the ones he had worn two days ago.  They were his
clothes.  The man must have broken into his house.  He began to get angry
and started to say something but decided to be quiet for now.

   "I went very slowly with Mrs.  Roberts.  At first, I pretended to be
you. Boy, is she frightened of you.  She told me about the appointments you
missed yesterday and had a list of people to call and your appointments for
today.  When I told her, I didn't want to hear about any of that, she got
really frightened.  She thought I was playing one of your evil games with
her.

   "The more we talked, the more I thought to myself, I think I can trust
her.  Finally, I told her the story.  Of course, she didn't believe me. 
She was trying to think of what trick you were pulling on her, so I told
her she had my permission not to believe the story.  She could think that I
was hit by a car and it affected my brain, whatever worked for her.  I
offered to bring her here to meet you, but that really frightened her, so I
dropped it.

   "I remembered that you said she could easily run your business without
you, and I told her that until I gave her other orders, that's what I
expected her to do.  I had to leave suddenly on business and won't be back
for a couple of weeks is what she is telling everyone.  Meanwhile, she will
spend her time showing me what to do and teaching me how to be you.  I had
your address from your driver's license, and she told me how to get in your
house without tripping the alarm."

   "Why that --" Barnaby started to say and then he looked at the other
Barnaby frowning at him and stopped.

   "I went to your house and showered and put on some fresh clothes. 
You've got some place.  It got me thinking more long term.  Up to now, all
I've been doing is trying to figure out how to survive in your hateful
body. But I made myself a cup of coffee and sat at your kitchen table and
thought hard for a couple of hours.  I started writing things down.  I'll
read some of them to you now." The other Barnaby looked at the pad he had
placed in front of himself.

   "I decided my number one priority for now was you.  No, I don't feel
sorry for you, you sick prick, but you're in my body, and I have no idea
how long this swap is going to last.  I really don't believe in magic or
anything supernatural, but I began thinking, what if something or someone
was just teaching you a lesson and tomorrow or next week or next month, we
would be swapped back.  I couldn't have you wrecking my body before I got
it back.  So I'm going to take good care of you.

   "That's why I brought you some of my clothes to wear.  So you can get
out of here."

   There was a knock, and the man went to the door and opened it.  A
voluptuous woman wearing clothes too tight for her and heavy makeup walked
in.  "Barnaby, this is Tessy," said the man.  "She's going to stay here
with you for now.

   "If you're like I am now, you're not going to change much.  I feel like
the people who say they are women trapped in men's bodies.  I'm still
myself, and I'm not attracted to women.  I did experiment already with your
plumbing and found that I could get relief with my hands even as confused
as I am."

   Barnaby now had his mouth open.  He was absorbed in what the man was
saying.

   "Tessy is going to take care of me/you and make sure nothing happens to
my body.  She works for my friend, Tammy, who's a madam.  I thought and
thought of where I could bring you.  Tammy believes in magic, and she
totally got into my story.  You can't stay here forever, and I can't trust
you in my apartment.  Tammy said she'd take you in if I paid your room and
board.  Mrs.  Roberts showed me how to get access to your accounts, so
that's not a problem.

   "I see you're getting angry, but at this point that's the best I can
come up with.  I told Tammy to keep you happy until I could figure
something better out.  Some other girls are coming over tomorrow to take
you to your new home.

   "I'm not going to be seeing you for a while.  I have to work on what I'm
going to do with my apartment and bank accounts so they are safe in case I
need them again.  And I have to learn your business.  But I'll be checking
on you.  I've got to go now.  Any questions?"

   A million things were racing through Barnaby's mind, but he couldn't put
any of them in the form of a question.  When nothing was forthcoming, the
man got up and said, "Take good care of me, Tessy," and then rushed out. 
Barnaby looked up and saw the hooker was smiling at him.



   If Tammy had any doubts, Barnaby's behavior soon convinced her this
wasn't her friend anymore but someone else in her body.  He had finally
realized that he had to at least temporarily deal with his new body, so he
got over his astonishment and his real personality returned.  He tyrannized
her staff and found ways to humiliate and anger them.  They went crying to
the boss, but after she calmed them down, she told them they still had to
take care of Barnaby.

   Tammy lectured Barnaby, but he knew there wasn't much she could do.  She
told him that she thought of changing his name but decided that Barnaby
could easily be a hooker name, so he would keep it.

   Since he couldn't do anything else, he spent a lot of time on sex.  The
girls quickly discovered he was a virgin, and wasn't about to let anything
be put into him, so sex consisted of the girls doing him with their mouths.
Tammy told them they had to take care of him, so he enjoyed trying to make
them as unhappy as he could.

   Six months went by, and one day Tammy called him to her office.  She had
a big smile on her face.  With her was the other Barnaby.  "I see they've
been taking good care of you," he said.  "Tammy has been telling me what
you've been doing to her girls, and I've been getting an earful from
everyone at your office and all the people you know.  I haven't found one
person who likes you.

   "Anyway, I'm not here for long.  I've just come to tell you that I
decided to cut loose.  I have a feeling our swap is permanent.  At least
I'm not going to worry about it anymore, even if it isn't.  So you can do
whatever you want with my body, and I don't care.  I'm going to take good
care of yours.

   "Tammy says you can stay here and work for her, or she will have some of
the girls take you out of town to wherever you want.  I've given her $500
for you to tide you over.  You won't have my ID, because I'm keeping that,
but there are low-paying jobs you can get without an ID.  Be careful,
because I have a really sexy body, and you don't have the street experience
I have.  But I don't really care what happens to you at this point.  If
it's bad, you more than deserve it.  Goodbye Barnaby."

   When she left, Tammy smiled at him and said, "There's no rush, Barnaby.
I'll give you three days to think it over.  Meanwhile, the girls are going
to give you free seminars.  All of us grew up as girls, so we've been
learning what it means to be a woman our whole lives.  You look like us,
but you have no idea of what that means, especially the dangers and how to
protect yourself against them.  The way you are now, I don't think you
could last out there a week, so before you leave, they're going to teach
about life as a woman."

   "If you stay here, you've got to start earning your keep.  Or else we'll
get you on a bus so you can start a new life somewhere else.  If you can't
figure out where to go, we'll pick a place.  If you can't make a decision
in three days, you'll be on the bus the next morning.  But I hope you will
stay with us.  I have a lot of great ideas for you that I've been talking
over with the girls." She smiled, and Barnaby shuddered.

   The next three days, there was no sex for Barnaby.  Instead, every
waking hour, there was talking.  One by one, the girls came to his room and
told them their stories, the many ways men had abused them, demeaned them
and raped them.  What he needed to be careful of.  Why he should never walk
down a deserted street alone, and why he had to watch out whenever he went
out by himself after dark, even in a car.  What it was like working for a
boss who pressured employees for sex.  How vulnerable a girl with no money
was, especially if she was good looking.

   Barnaby listened but didn't make up his mind, because was also afraid of
what he would have to do if he stayed there.  He remembered what he used to
make his call girls do, and that scared him as much as the stories the
women told him.

   The fourth morning, he was eating breakfast when Tammy walked into the
kitchen and said, "We're leaving for the bus terminal in half an hour."

   "I'm staying," he said, and put his head down.

   Tammy called him into her office after he finished breakfast.

   "You realize things will be different from now on," she said.  "You
won't be giving orders anymore.  I will, and the girls will, because you
are the rookie.  I don't think they are going to be nice to you because of
what you've done to them.

   "Today you start your first lessons.  If you listen carefully, things
will go easier for you.  You're going to watch the girls in action, and
they'll explain what they do and why.  When you're ready, you'll have your
debut.  Afterwards, I'll tell you more.  Here's Tessy."

   Tessy was bulging out of a tight fitting exercise outfit, and smiling a
perky smile.  She must despise him for some of the things he had done to
her in the last few weeks, he figured, so he better be careful with her.

   She took him by the hand as though he were her best friend.  "First
we're going to get you into some of your new gear and then we're going to
work out," she said as she led him to his room.

   He saw the room had been completely rearranged.  Now it was no longer a
guest room, but more like a dorm room.  He saw the small closet stuffed
with clothes, and Tessy pulled out a drawer that now had workout clothes
and told him what to put on.  He looked in the mirror when he was dressed
and realized that if he saw himself jogging in that outfit, his mouth would
be watering.  That depressed him.

   The small fitness room had a couple of treadmills and a handful of
resistance machines.  Tessy showed him how each worked and told him he'd be
doing the treadmill for 45 minutes a day and the weights every third day.
"The only thing Tammy is interested in is your ass and your boobs," she
said, "so these machines and the squat rack are mostly just to build up
your chest muscles so your breasts stick out further and your butt muscles
to make your ass big and firm.  We're going to take it easy today, but your
diet is going to have lots of protein, and you're going to be working those
machines hard by next week.

   The fitness session lasted about an hour, and then Tessy brought him
back to his bathroom, and he showered.  When he came out, he saw she had
picked out clothes and laid them on the bed.  It was an expensive woman's
business suit.  The only thing that might not fit in with the female
executive look were a sexy garter belt to be attached to the nylons, and
the fact that there was no bra to wear under the tight white blouse beneath
the suit jacket.

   Tessy showed him how everything went on and then sat him down in front
of his vanity and started handing him makeup materials.  "I'm not going to
do anything," she said, "except tell you what you need to learn to do by
yourself.  By next week, you don't want Tammy to see you without perfect
makeup." After a lot of trial and error, she told him he looked good enough
to go to the pump room.  He was wobbling on his high heels.  "You're
lucky," Tessy said.  "Those aren't very high.  They're sensible business
heels.  In a week or two, you'll find it easy to walk on them."

   The pump room was almost empty.  There was a flat screen TV high on one
wall, almost at the ceiling.  It was on, but he couldn't see what was
playing because the screen was at an odd angle, almost facing down.  There
was a recliner chair facing the TV and a stand next to it with a remote
control and a small appliance.  "This is a breast pump," she explained,
pointing to the device.  "You are going to learn to operate it yourself,
but someone will check on you each day to make sure you pump for at least
60 minutes." She pulled a long tube away from the machine and showed him
the suction cup and receptacle at the end of it.

   "Take off your jacket and hang it up over there and then open all the
buttons of your blouse and pull it open.  I know it buttons the wrong way
for you, but you'll get used to it.  Now sit down here and take this
suction cup in your hand.  Put it on one of your nipples.  Now turn on this
switch here and watch.

   "Do you see the pump sucking your nipple into it gently and then
releasing it.  You are going to suck each nipple for 30 minutes every
morning.  After you get started, you will recline the chair until you are
horizontal.  You'll be able to see the TV while you're lying down.

   "You'll pump every morning and every evening.  You won't notice much of
anything at first.  Your nipples might get sore a little, but that should
go away quickly.  It might take weeks, but eventually your cute round
breasts are going to grow because the breast pump makes your body think
it's pregnant and it's going to add fat to your breasts and start filling
them with milk.

   "Right now your breasts are the size of grapefruits and fit perfectly to
your trim body and to your Miss Business Bitch role.  But Tammy wants big
eggplants that are long and wide and round at the bottom, because that's
what most men prefer.  They love to see lots of jiggle and floppy action.
The breast pump may be slower than surgery, but it's natural, so you won't
end up with huge balls on your chest that don't move.

   "OK, now recline.  After 30 minutes, you'll hear a bell.  Remember to
switch, because someone will be checking on you, and you don't want to be
caught not following instructions.  After that you won't be disturbed for a
while, at least 30 minutes, and you may fall asleep.  But try not to fall
asleep the first few days, or you'll get pretty sore.  I have to leave now,
but I'll be back to you when you're done."

   Barnaby watched his right nipple being sucked in and released for a few
minutes and then got bored and turned his attention to the television set.
When the bell went off, he switched nipples.  He didn't feel anything
except the gentle sucking.  It wasn't uncomfortable.

   When Tessy came back for him, she had him button his blouse again and
put on the jacket.  "Except when you're doing something that interferes
with wearing your Miss Business Bitch outfit, you must wear it at all
times," she said.  "Sometimes costumers for the other girls or visitors
will see you walking around and ask about you.  That brings you more
customers."

   After a quick sandwich for lunch in the kitchen, Tessy led him to a room
that looked like an expensive hotel room.  "This is where you'll probably
do most of your work," she said.  "You're doing a quickie on your lunch
break or having a secret rendezvous after work.  You'll be the boss that
the guy reports to, the one he hates.  Somehow, he's managed to get you
into this hotel room alone.  It doesn't matter how."

   "Some guys like things kinkier.  They like their woman boss trapped in a
red velvet room in a whorehouse or a cheap flophouse or being a waitress in
a diner where there isn't even a bed, just a Formica counter.  I'll be
showing you all these rooms and a lot of others in the next few days.  All
the rooms are actually just six rooms, but we can change them quickly when
we need to, so we have 19 rooms that I'll be explaining.  But now we're
going to the most important room, the peep room."

   She led Barnaby into a large room with a bed in the middle and not much
else.  The only things unusual were the large holes in the walls, lots of
them.  Some were high -- there were even holes on the ceiling -- and some
were low.  There were holes in the corners and in the middle of each wall.
Barnaby inspected one and saw it was deep, but too dark for him to see
anything on the other side.

   "We have a lot of clients who pay to watch other clients in action,"
said Tessy.  "Of course, the only clients they see are our exhibitionists,
who pay to have sex in this room while others are watching.  Right now,
it's pretty basic, but we can turn it into one of our 19 rooms fast when we
need to.  We also have other uses for it that I'll explain later.

   "The rest of this afternoon you're going to be one of our watchers. 
Follow me.  See this door down the hall from the peep room door?  It leads
to a passage that goes all around the room.  We're going to sit down in
chairs by two of the peepholes and watch some of the girls and their
clients every afternoon, so you can see all the things they do.

   "A client is due any second.  Are you comfortable?  Can you see through
your hole OK?  Good.  Here they come."

   The rest of the afternoon was spent watching three girls going one on
one with clients.  That was the only thing similar about the sessions. 
Tessy explained the details of what they were watching: straight sex, anal,
sadism, masochism, oral, fetish, subjugation, domination and things so
strange she didn't know the names for them.  A few times, when the woman
was really humiliated, Barnaby was turned on, but then he realized he
looked more like the woman than the man and he was no longer excited.

   By the end of the afternoon, he was exhausted.  After dinner and a
session in the pump room, he went to his room and fell into bed.  Tessy
woke him at 10 a.m.  the next morning led him through a similar routine as
the day before.  Exercise -- only treadmill this time -- followed by breast
pump, lunch, visiting a couple of more rooms and showing how they were used
and then another afternoon watching the action in the peep room, followed
this time by two more hours of watching after dinner and breast pumping.

   The following day was Sunday, and nobody woke him up.  When he got up
and went to the kitchen, only Tammy was there.  "Over here is your
breakfast," she said.  "Most of the girls have the day off today, but you
have nowhere to go." She left the room.

   He spent most of the day in his room watching television and trying not
to let his mind think crazy thoughts.

   The next morning Tessy was there shaking him at 10 a.m.  again for
another day of exercise, breast pumping, visiting new rooms and watching
men do their thing to the girls.  He felt something funny in his breasts
for the first time that day, a tingling, but when he looked at them, he
didn't see anything different.

   On Tuesday, after the exercise and breast pumping, Tessy led him to the
peep room and said, "Sit down on the bed for a second.  I'll be right
back." She closed the door behind her, and that's when he saw a man sitting
in a chair in the corner of the room looking at him.  Today the room was
lit so brightly his eyes squinted, but he could see the man clearly enough
to realize that he knew him.

   "Hi Barnaby," man said.  "I like your name.  It's the weirdest whore
name I've ever heard, but I once knew a guy named Barnaby.  He was the only
one I ever knew who was a bigger hardass than me." The man laughed a cruel
laugh.

   "That guy really screwed me over.  He was all buddy buddy.  We even used
to hire expensive hookers together and see who could make them cry first.
He was more brutal and cruel than I was, and I learned a lot from him.  He
was like my guru.  I loved what he could do.  But then he screwed me out of
a lot of money, and I was so beaten down that I had to leave town.  It took
me a few years, but now I'm back, and I was looking for him because one of
my goals was to pay him back.

   "I found him, but he had sold his business and was retired.  He wasn't
making deals with anybody anymore, and there was no way I could get back at
him.  He was like a different guy and even seemed apologetic for what he
did before.  That made me angrier than ever.

   "I'm telling you all this because when I found out Tammy had a virgin
named Barnaby that she was selling, I couldn't help myself and bid way too
much money in the auction.  So even though I'm going to have a good time
with you today, there's no way I'm going to get my money's worth, which
makes me even angrier."

   Barnaby was shaking.  He gathered his wits and tried to become Barnaby,
the real Barnaby, trapped inside this body.  He realized that he had never
changed.  Even though the girls could make his new sex organs give him
pleasure, he wasn't feminine.  He was a man, and the aggressor.  He didn't
want sex with men, and he only enjoyed women when he was manipulating them.

   "Just a minute," he said.  "You can't touch me, because I'm still in
training.  I'll be watching you with someone else in the spy room."

   "What spy room?" said the man.  "I thought this was the video room. 
You're trying to play me, aren't you?  They told me you would.  You sure
sound like some tough businesswomen I've met.  They would never let me into
their pants, so I'll be thinking of them, too.  A businesswoman named
Barnaby.  Perfect."

   Barnaby heard a click and saw that Tessy was back and was taking a key
out of the door and putting it in her pocket.  She was holding a video
camera.  "He's right," she said.  "I told you we use this room for other
things.  It's also called the video room.  Look."

   Barnaby looked around and squinted in the lights, which seemed to be
coming from everywhere.  All the holes in the ceiling and high on the walls
had either lights or cameras sticking out of them, and many of the holes
lower down did, too.  A sick feeling came over him, but he started to talk.
As long as he was talking, nothing was going to happen, he thought, and
maybe he could talk his way out of this.  He had to try.

   "No," he said to the man.  "There's a misunderstanding.  I'm supposed to
go solo this week.  They've been training me.  But I'm not ready yet.  I
haven't had any real sex.  I don't really know what to do.  They have to
give me some more training before I can take on someone like you."

   He went on and on, barely taking a breath, trying to think of something,
anything.  He saw Tessy filming and glared at her.  "I'm doing the
close-ups today," she said, and those were her last words.

   The man got up and laughed.  He began talking, and Barnaby stopped.  Let
him talk, he thought, keep him talking.  Keep the conversation going.

   "You're good," the man said.  "You sure don't look like a virgin, and I
bet you aren't.  They've probably tricked you up in some way.  I think I
may have been played, and that makes me angrier.  But I think I'm going to
enjoy my businesswoman anyway.  Come over here."

   "No," said Barnaby.  "I'm telling you, you're making a big mistake. 
Tessy, go and find Tammy and tell her what's going on.  She knows I'm not
ready yet.  This is wrong." Tessy kept filming him and didn't say a word.
The man was undressing.

   Now he was walking toward Barnaby.  Barnaby tried to put the large bed
between them, but the man walked around it.  He began chasing Barnaby
around the bed.  He was bigger and faster than Barnaby, and Barnaby was
wearing heels.  It wasn't long before the man was able to grab Barnaby's
jacket.

   Barnaby reached his arms back and shrugged out of the jacket.  He kept
running around the bed.  He couldn't think of anything else to do.  He
managed to kick off his shoes so he could run faster.  The man reached
forward and got a hand in front of him and grabbed his blouse, and as
Barnaby kept running, it was ripped away from Barnaby's body.

   The man stopped, and Barnaby ran to the opposite side of the bed and
faced him.  He was breathing hard.  "They look too good," said the man,
staring as his breasts.  "I think Tammy cheated me again.  They look fake.
Tammy promised me natural, but they're too big and round to be real.  I'm
going to get some money back.  What a bitch!  She never cheated me before.
I can't believe it." He made a lunge across the bed for Barnaby's breasts,
but Barnaby dodged him.

   Now there was more chasing around the bed, with the man's hands reaching
out for the breasts.  Barnaby leaned forward, and then realized his
mistake. Leaning forward had caused his rear to stick out, and the man
grabbed his skirt and was pulling him back.  Barnaby pushed forward, and
the skirt ripped away as he escaped.  But then the man got hold of the
elastic band on his panties, and his panties proved to be stronger than his
skirt.  With a yank, the man pulled Barnaby back far enough to get his
other hand around Barnaby's chest and grab a breast.  Then both breasts
were covered by hands that were squeezing hard.  Barnaby cried out.

   "Well, I'll be," said the man.  "They sure looked fake.  Are you
enjoying this, Barnaby?  You fit my hands perfectly.  He kept squeezing and
letting go and Barnaby was blowing out from his mouth, trying to cope with
the pain.  He still had his back to the man, and now the man pushed one of
his hands down across his stomach between his legs.

   "I can't tell anything through all that hair," he said.  "I better feel
it when I stick my prick in." He pulled down on the elastic, and Barnaby's
panties were at his ankles.  Barnaby quickly stepped out of them and began
running again.  The man laughed and gave chase.  He was sort of jogging
behind the naked Barnaby.  He seemed to be enjoying this and not in any
hurry.

   Then he grabbed Barnaby around the waist and lifted him off the ground.
For a moment he held the squirming woman in the air and then he dropped her
on her back on the bed.  Barnaby bounced up and tried to scramble off, but
the man had climbed on the bed after him and fell on top of him, knocking
the wind out of Barnaby for a second.

   The man just lay there with his face inches from Barnaby's.  His evil
grin made Barnaby's blood run cold, and he tried to move under him, but
could only squirm a little.  "You won't give up, will you, Barnaby," he
said.  "You are really acting up a storm for me, and I appreciate it.  I'm
really getting into this raping the virgin show.  Owww."

   With a huge effort, Barnaby had brought his knee up and thrust it as
hard as he could into the man's balls.  The man jumped up in pain, but when
Barnaby tried to get out from under him, he slammed his body down on top
again.

   "You bitch!" he yelled.  "If that's how real you want to play it, I'll
play it just as real.  I hope you're ready for some fun."

   For a couple of minutes, he just lay there on top of Barnaby, his dead
weight crushing the woman's body.  Then, Barnaby felt him move his lower
body.  He was centering it, and then his legs pushed between Barnaby's and
began pushing out so Barnaby's legs were spread wider and wider.  Barnaby
began to feel something pressing between his legs.  It was the man's tool,
but it was soft and spongy.  He tried to move away from it, but the man was
too heavy.

   Then the man raised himself to his knees, and Barnaby saw his chance and
grabbed one side of the bed and tried to pull himself away.  But the man's
giant hands now grabbed each of Barnaby's little ankles and yanked them
into the air, pulling Barnaby's body back into the middle of the bed.  When
he looked up, the man's face was looking down at him from above, Barnaby's
feet were high in the air and he felt the man's knees touching his
buttocks.

   "You're going great, Barnaby," he said.  "Keep it going." Barnaby tried
kicking at him, but the man just let the kicks move his hands while not
letting go of the ankles.  He laughed again.  Barnaby saw Tessy moving
around the bed, aiming the camera at his face sometimes and sometimes
aiming it between his legs.

   "Let's see what we can see," said the man as he pushed forward on the
ankles, pushing Barnaby's legs back toward his shoulders.  At the same
time, the man pulled the legs wider apart.  Barnaby's rear was lifted off
the bed.  He saw the man look down where his thighs were spread apart.  "I
think I see something in the middle of the hair," he said, "but I can't
tell if you're a virgin or not.  But I guess I couldn't really tell anyway
unless you held still and I had a magnifying glass.  So I may as well
pretend you are and give you your first fucking." He looked at Barnaby's
angry face and laughed.  "Get ready, Barnaby," he said, "I'm going to screw
your brains out."

   As he said that, he dropped Barnaby's legs onto his shoulders. 
Barnaby's body fell back to the bed, but not for long.  The man was pushing
closer to him and now leaned forward, causing Barnaby's legs to go back. 
Further and further he leaned, pushing Barnaby's thighs back against his
chest and raising his rear even higher in the air than before.

   Then Barnaby felt something pushing between his legs again, but this
time it wasn't soft and mushy.  The man had recovered from Barnaby's knee
and was now hard.  Barnaby felt the man's pole pushing between his legs. 
There was pressure but nothing else.  He could have been pushing into his
belly.  It didn't feel good but he could handle it.  He braced himself
because he figured the guy would start thrusting harder.

   But he never did.  "I wonder what you're thinking right now," the man
said, breathing easily, pushing softly but steadily.  "I'm thinking I want
to make this last as long as possible so I can really feel it when I break
into you."

   Almost as soon as he said this, Barnaby felt the pain come.  Something
was giving between his legs and a second later, he felt the invasion.  It
felt like a knife pushed into his guts.  The pain was incredible.  His body
began to shake as the man's long tool moved further and further inside him.
He went in quickly for a moment after he burst through, but then the man
slowed down again and Barnaby felt every inch of him entering and rubbing
across the wound where the knife had torn him.  He wasn't resisting at this
point, just holding his breath and trying to ignore the pain.

   At last the man was all in, and he laughed.  "That felt great," he said.
"Let's see what it feels like a little faster."

   But he didn't just go a little faster.  He wrenched his tool out of
Barnaby lightning fast, and Barnaby screamed loudly.  "That's what I want
to hear," he said and pushed it all the way in just as quickly, causing
another scream.  "That's music to my ears."

   He began pumping all the way in and pulling all the way out, fast at
first, and then slowing down just a little.  "I don't want to come too
fast, Barnaby," he said.  "I want to try lots of positions before I'm done
with you.

   "Tammy won't let me into your ass, because she told me a young sheik
outbid me for that.  I can't believe what he paid for you.  I think she was
lying.  But I can do everything else I want."

   Barnaby's insides were in agony.  He began moving on the bed wildly,
trying for any position that was less painful, but the man responded to
every move.  He was now pounding into his body, sending Barnaby's rear down
to the mattress where the springs bounced it back up at the man.  Sometimes
the man was coming down when Barnaby's rear was coming up, and the
collision was twice as hard.  Barnaby felt like his entire insides were
being shaken loose from his bones.

   As he wiggled and squirmed wildly, he felt something change in the man's
movements.  They were becoming more irregular.  "Oh no, you don't," said
the man, and he slowed down.  But Barnaby knew enough to move around even
faster so the irregular movements of the man increased.

   "You bitch!" he heard the man say, and then he repeated the phrase
faster and faster as he began to speed up again and start pounding him into
the bed once more.  The pain was incredible, but Barnaby kept moving.

   "You bitch, you bitch, you bitch, you bitch, you biiiiiitch." The man
halted for a second and then slammed down hard and Barnaby felt something
inside.  The man was coming into him, and now he began pounding him hard
again.  But after half a minute, the man collapsed on him.

   The man lay on him for what seemed like forever, and Barnaby saw Tessy
put her camera down and start looking at her watch.  After a while, she
came over and tapped the man on the arm.  "It's five minutes now," she
said. "You must go."

   The man growled, but he got up.  He looked at Barnaby.  "You've got some
blood between your legs, Miss Business Bitch, but I know that can easily be
faked.  If this was your first time, you sure learned fast.  You got me off
way before I was done with you.  But I'll be ready for your tricks next
time."

   He was dressing as he spoke.  When he left the video room, Barnaby broke
down and sobbed.  Tessy didn't try to comfort him.  She just took his hand
and led him naked out the door.  He saw Tammy and a few of the girls
gathered outside the room watching as she slowly pulled him toward his
room. He had trouble walking because each step caused pain between his
legs. He looked at their faces and saw curiosity and excitement, but no
sympathy.  The bitches, he thought to himself.

   When Tessy brought him back to his room, she washed the blood away that
had matted in his bush and then spread his legs gently and inspected him.
When she washed between his legs, she caused a terrible burning that made
him cry out, but after that she gently massaged the area with a cool cream.

   "He didn't do much damage," she said, sitting down next to him. 
"Everything looks fine, and you should heal in a few days.  Now that you've
done your debut, you're going to get a lot of orgasms.  It's part of the
plan.

   "From what we've observed since you've been here, your personality
hasn't changed.  You really are a man inside a woman's body, and you
interact with us like a man, with no femininity at all.  Your brain desires
male satisfaction, not the pleasure that a woman can receive from a loving
man.

   "But that doesn't mean you won't have orgasms.  Your mind may not be in
it, but we've found that your body responds pretty much like normal.  So as
soon as you are healed enough -- I figure in about two days -- you are
going to be overdosed on sex.

   "Starting today, you aren't going to be alone, because right now you're
a bit out of control.  We're going to move a cot in here, and one of us
will sleep next to you.

   "The girls and I are going to take turns coming in here and seeing who
can get you off the fastest and the hardest.  We're only going to use our
mouths and fingers at first -- yes, our fingers will fit inside you easily
now, and you'll be amazed at how much you lubricate when we lick your
clitoris.

   "We're going to do a lot of teasing and training.  The idea will be to
build up your sex drive, so you go from getting used to it to responding to
it to craving it and eventually to being so addicted that you have to get
it or you'll be bouncing off the walls.

   "Look at your breasts.  They are starting to respond to the pump.  Can
you see that your nipples are a little bigger now and the breasts are a
little rounder with the additional fat that's going into them?  Your chest
is also pushing them out further because of the exercises that are building
it up.

   "I also noticed that your panties are really getting tight as your butt
muscles are getting bigger.  We're going to have to change your size pretty
soon.

   "The breast and butt enlargement is for the clients, and so is your sex
addiction.  It will be used to get you to perform tricks of all kinds. 
After a few days of fingers and tongues, we'll start to introduce dildos,
the kind that look and feel just like the real thing.  They won't be large
because we want you to stay as tight as possible.  The men enjoy stretching
a new girl.

   "At first, we'll use our tongues along with the dildos, because you'll
hate them, especially in your brain.  But once we've trained your body to
accept them, we'll stop licking, and soon your body will be responding to
the dildos by themselves.

   "We'll work on one position at a time, getting you stimulated, stopping
and starting again until you are almost out of your mind with lust.  Then
we'll give you huge orgasms in each position.  Then it's on to the next
position.  You'll learn to get off in all the normal ways and even some
unusual ones.

   "A lot of our customers enjoy seeing our girls go crazy with lust and
get off by having the girls use them as objects.  Before you have an
appointment with one of these guys, you'll be deprived of orgasms for at
least a day, so when you are told, for instance, to squat on his dick,
facing away from him and toward a mirror and use just your ass to slam up
and down on him to get yourself off, you'll be eager to do it.  If you
don't, the punishment will be no satisfaction for several more days until
you'll be out of your mind in desperation for an orgasm.  You'll even be
restrained on your bed so you can't use your own fingers.  Of course, while
you're being deprived, you'll still be able to work on customers with your
mouth and fingers and ass -- everything except your pussy.

   "After one of these punishments, you'll learn that you better take
advantage of every chance to get off, even when you're with a repulsive
customer."

   "If I'm right about your mind, you're going to hate every minute of sex
with men.  You'll like it when the girls work on you, because it will be
similar to being masturbated by a woman.  But when men use you, you will be
disgusted and repelled.  At the same time, you won't be able to control
your body's need for orgasms once we've conditioned it.  So while you're
using a customer to relieve your desperate body, you'll feel totally
demeaned and humiliated, especially when you have that wild orgasm for him.

   "The sex conditioning is Tammy's way of keeping you in line without any
kind of threats or physical violence.  She doesn't believe in that, and you
don't have to worry about customers slapping you around.  It may happen
occasionally with a new client, but they all know that any violence will
result in their being forcibly pulled off, paddled on the nuts and expelled
from here forever, so there's seldom any trouble.

   "Of course, they're allowed to toss you around on the bed and pound you
as hard as they want in whatever uncomfortable position they like.  Anal
will be the worst, for you especially.  None of us likes it.  You have no
idea what these guys can figure out to wreck a woman's ass.  You soon will,
because once you are healed from your debut and begin the sexing up
training, you'll do your anal debut.  It will be a surprise, just like your
defloration.

   "While your ass is healing, we can continue to work on your sex drive in
front.  You'll be amazed at how you can be hurting so bad in your ass that
you want to scream and still respond to our training with huge orgasms. 
OK, that's enough for today.  Get some sleep and rest.  You'll take your
meals in your room today and tomorrow.  Tammy will talk to you tomorrow."



   The next morning, Tammy walked in with Tessy.  Tammy sat down next to
his bed, and Tessy sat on the bed next to where he was lyng.

   "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue," said Tammy.  "Please do it
now, or I'll send for some help to do it for you.  That will probably hurt.
That's it.  Now stick it out further and listen as Tessy wraps you.

   "She's curling your tongue around itself into a tight little bundle and
wrapping some bandage tape around it a few times to hold it like that.  Now
she's attaching a little weight to the bandage wrapping that will hang down
from it.  It's not heavy, just a few ounces.  There, now you can go, Tessy.

   "How does that feel?  Yes, you won't be able to pull your tongue back in
your mouth.  It will hang out there all day and while you're sleeping at
night.  When you eat, we'll take off the wrap and the weight, and after you
finish, we'll wrap you up again.  I'll tell you why in a few minutes.

   "Do you want to lie down while I talk or would you rather sit in the
other chair?" she asked.  He pulled himself up and slid painfully off the
bed and sat down facing her, with his tongue hanging out of his mouth.

   "Yesterday was a huge success," she said with a smile.  "The girls who
were able to watch you were so excited by your performance that some of
them worked themselves to orgasms with their fingers while sitting at the
spy holes.  A few others paired off right afterward and rushed off to their
rooms to get relief.  The rest of the girls can't wait until the video is
ready.  You made a big impression.

   "I know Tessy told you about what's going to happen to you for the next
few weeks, so I'm going to give you the big picture now.

   "It cost my friend a lot of money for me to take extra good care of her
body for the last six months, especially since you weren't cooperating. 
Most of the money went to the girls who had to put up with you.  Even if
you work seven days a week and 14 hours a day, it would take you more than
three years to work off what you owe me, but that would destroy you.  So it
will be a lot longer than that before you pay your debt.

   "I told my friend if you decided stay here, I would refund all her money
as you paid me back.  It's going to take a long time, because in addition
to 50 per cent of what your customers pay you, you will have to pay me for
room and board.  Usually, the tips are all yours, but they are also going
to me until you're paid up.

   "Because of your looks, we're going to start you out as our high-priced
snob girl, Miss Business Bitch.  Your story is that you were born wealthy
and had a lot of servants, whom you abused.  You were cruel and haughty,
but your father lost all his money.  A friend of your father's hired you
for his business, and you did well because of your looks and because you
were unscrupulous and didn't care how many customers or employees you hurt
and humiliated to get your way.  Sound familiar?

   "But Miss Business Bitch made some mistakes, too.  Even though you made
a lot of money, you spent it on yourself so fast that you borrowed from
everyone and never paid them back until you finally made a mistake and
borrowed from someone who was a dangerous man.  He told you that if you
didn't pay him back, he would disfigure you.  You told him you had no way
to pay him, and he brought you here against your will, and you will have to
work here until you can pay him what you owe.  You are angry and hate men.
You prefer women.  You don't want to be with clients and are here against
your will, but you can't leave because of what he would do to you.

   "I like the story, because it lets you be as nasty and uncooperative as
you want to be.  You don't have to pretend to have a different personality.
If you want, you can even tell the clients your real story, and they'll
have a great laugh.

   "When I saw how you fought against your first customer, I decided that
you're going to stay a gladiator.  Some men pay extra for women who fight
them like wildcats.  They especially love to humiliate women like Miss
Business Bitch.  The more angry and disgusted the women are and the more
they resist, the better they like it.  Usually, our girls have to act these
kinds of roles, but you won't have to.

   "If they find something you really can't stand, some men will come back
again and again to make you do it.  But you know that.  Often, the things
they want the women to do are the very things that they are most frightened
of.  You can expect to be eating out a lot of dirty assholes, because my
friend told me that's what you made her do.

   "That's what the tongue trainer is for.  After a few days of wrapping
your tongue, you'll practice curling it around yourself.  You probably
won't get it right away, so we'll have to wrap it up again, but eventually
you should be able to curl it around as tight as it is right now and keep
it that way.

   "The little weight at the end is to make your tongue longer.  It will
start stretching the tissue inside your mouth, and then we'll up the weight
just a little.  We don't want to tear any muscles, but we want to gradually
get your tongue out so far that you can match any dog.  And you'll be able
to curl it around so tightly that it's as hard as a penis.

   "You'll practice doing things with your tongue, like pushing buttons and
switches on and off and pushing heavy weights across a table.

   "When you've completed that test, you'll be ready for your first
performance.  You'll be pushing your new, long, muscular tongue deep inside
a lot of anuses, both women and men.  We'll show customers that no matter
how tight someone holds his or her anal muscles, your tongue will still be
able to get in.

   "And once you're inside, you're going to give special prostate massages
with your talented dancing tongue.  You'll learn how to find the special
place inside men and pleasure them, because the sooner they get off, the
sooner you can pull your tongue out of their smelly holes.

   "It doesn't matter if you resist, either.  If you just lie there, these
men accept that as a challenge and won't stop tormenting your body until
they get a response that tells them they succeeded in hurting you.  Of
course, you know, we don't allow certain kinds of violence, like hitting,
kicking, biting, pinching, gouging, maiming and breaking bones, but
otherwise they can do what they want.  After you taste some of the pain
they inflict, you may decide you'd prefer to use your specially trained
tongue in their assholes.

   "For the clients who like to rape women that fight back, you'll earn
bonuses for the number of minutes you can keep these customers from getting
their dicks, hands, arms and feet into your mouth, vagina or ass.  And if
you can keep them out for their entire half-hour session, you'll get an
even larger bonus.  I think you'll provide some epic battles that we can
sell to our website customers.

   "Your body looks great, and as Tessy told you, we're going to make sure
it stays that way with the diet and exercise program.  We're already seeing
some good results with your boobs and butt.  In a few months, you'll look
at yourself sideways in the mirror, and you'll look so top heavy that you
might fall over, except for being balanced by a big, round butt sticking
out in the other direction.

   "Of course, in a few years, those boobs and ass will start to sag a
little, so your sexy businesswoman role will be over.  You'll meet a new
clientele, guys who can't afford as much.  Usually their bodies are bigger
and smellier, too.

   "And then we're going to breed you.  We'll start with a really randy
midget who's a good customer.  This midget is as shrewd as he is horny. 
He'll try to jump up behind you to unhook your bra.  By then your boobs
will be huge, and once they are loose, it will be harder for you to
maneuver.

   "Then he runs at you like a bull.  If your giant swinging breasts slow
you down when you try to dodge him, he'll charge into your stomach and
knock the wind out of you long enough to jump on top of you and cram his
dick inside.  He comes fast.  When he does, we'll elevate your feet for 10
minutes or so.  Did I say, the match takes place while you're ovulating?

   "If the first time doesn't work, you'll get to take the midget on again.
Eventually you'll be bred, and then you'll meet the pregnancy fetish guys.
The bigger you are, the better they like it.  After a few months, it will
only be anal for you, because we don't want to hurt the fetus.

   "For the birth, we pad the video room with soft foam on the walls and
floor and put you in there with the close-up camera girl and a nurse to
watch that you don't harm the baby.  We're not going to give you any
information on what to do, because it's more fun watching you trying to
figure it out.  I'm sure you're going to hate anal, but that will be
nothing compared to what you'll feel when that baby wants to get out.  If
all goes well, the video of you giving birth will last a long time with
lots of screaming on the soundtrack.

   "The baby will be put up for adoption.  The reason we breed you first
with a midget is that we want the baby to be as small as possible.  We want
you stretched but not torn.

   "When you've recovered, we'll check you out and see what the baby did.
Then we'll get you started on making videos for fisting fetish sites with
some of our girls who have smaller hands.  Your asshole will be stretched a
little during birth, and we'll work on getting their hands into that, too.
And the pregnancy should make your breasts even bigger and heavier.  If we
can get them large enough, some fetish sites pay for all kinds of kinky sex
that include flopping, twisting, pulling and squeezing.  Your days will be
full of variety.

   "Then we'll breed you again, with someone a little bigger than the
midget.  We'll slowly work you up to some really big men whose babies are
giants.  We want to your holes to gradually open so wide they can
accommodate two hands or three or who knows what.

   "Even while you're still the business bitch, we'll take you to a farm
outside of town and breed you with a few animals for the bestiality sites
in Europe.  You might be surprised to know that most animals' equipment is
much smaller than men's.  But there are a few that are pretty big, and
you'll get a chance to meet them.  We'll try to disguise you with a
different hair color and hair style and makeup, because some male customers
are funny about having sex with women who do animals.

   "As I mentioned, you'll be a world famous celebrity.  Your face will be
familiar everywhere.  I've talked to a friend who runs a lot of websites,
and we've come up with an idea that we think will get huge membership. 
It's a reality show with you as the star, and, except for the animals, each
new thing you do will become an episode.  The show will be called 'Whore's
Progress.'

   "Because you'll be exercising and eating right, you'll still have a lot
of your looks left when you finish paying your debt.  Any time after that,
you are welcome to leave.  You might want to work a while longer until
you've saved some money for a new start.

   "When the time comes, the girls will give you some refresher classes
about what you'll be facing on your own.  Because, remember, you won't have
any friends out there watching out for you.

   "You'll still have the mind that you made all your money with, but you
won't be a man.  And when you're looking for a job to get you started on
your comeback, any background check using a digital match of your face is
going to turn up the `Whore's Progess' website and maybe even the animal
videos, so you'll probably get some unusual questions at job interviews.

   "If you get a job, your boss, either male and female, may expect some
special favors for giving you a chance.  When you look at your hourly rate
and what you have to do for the boss, and what your chances are of getting
out of that situation, you may find that doing the same thing here earns
you a lot more.

   "But that won't be your biggest problem.  Because you're so famous,
you'll be worth a lot of money to some people you don't want to meet, and
there won't be anyone to protect you from them.  If they have their way,
you'll be working all over the world and earning a lot of money, all of
which will go to them, until you're used up and they discard you.

   "If you decide to take chances like that, I want you to know my door
will always be open to you -- if you can manage to escape.  Even if you
aren't able to attract clients anymore, we can train you to clean rooms or
even teach you to cook.

   "There's more to tell you later, but that's enough for now.  Do you have
any questions?"

   Barnaby looked at her with the hatred of a vicious dog that's just been
beaten by his master.  He would have liked to tear her apart, but he knew
he was helpless to do anything.  She smiled back at him.  

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