Trapped and Transformed
Trapped and Transformed by Lou Bealy
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Anthony
groaned, slowly coming back to consciousness. He blinked at the
bright light shining down from directly above the mattress he found
himself lying naked on. It was laying directly on the floor in the
corner of a mostly bare concrete room that he had never seen before.
“What
the hell?!” He called out, scanning the strange room for whoever
put him there. “Hello?!”
In
the opposite corner there was a squat toilet with a shower head only
a few feet above it. On the wall, there was a large plastic dildo
mounted above the floor drain with a bottle of lube laying on the
floor near it. He had no idea where he was or how he had gotten
there.
“What
the fuck is this?!” he shouted. “Where am I?!” He looked
around, truly clueless as to where he was and how he had gotten
there. Then he looked down at his shivering body covered in
goosebumps. “And why am I naked?!”
The
last thing he remembered was having a drink in the bar on the way
home. He guessed someone must have slipped him something but why
would they have put him in this strange room?
He
got up and walked the handful of steps over to the solid metal door
but was unable to see any way to open it. He resorted to pounding on
it in frustration.
“What
is going on?” He shouted at his unseen captors. “Let me out of
here!” He spun around, looking for any sign that someone was
listening.
One
of the ceiling panels above was pulled up and out of the way,
allowing a small monitor to be lowered down on a metal arm. Another
arm lowered attached to a camera that pointed directly at him.
Across
the monitor flashed “food” in big bold letters across a black
background.
He
heard a whirring sound from below the monitor and looked down to see
a short white rubber hose snake out of the wall near the floor drain.
A second hose of about the same length, this one blue, slid out next
to the first followed by the word “water” flashing across the
screen.
Anthony
took in his surroundings for a moment, trying to understand what was
going on. A bed, shower, food and water, all of this suggested long
term captivity, which started to scare the hell out of him.
“Please…
let me out!” he cried, his tone shifting from anger to one of
pleading.
He
waited for a while but no answer came. He gave up and despondently
sat down on the mattress. He didn’t even have a blanket to cover up
with. He shivered there in the corner until he had an idea.
Anthony
got up and walked over to the low shower head and turned on the
water. He smiled as he felt the water increase in temperature while
it washed over his hand. He had to remain in the squatting position
to really get under the water so it could warm him up. After a short
while, he couldn’t squat down any longer and fell onto his butt.
His legs were killing him, especially his knees. He had never been
the most athletic guy. He spent most of his days in an office and his
nights playing on the computer so he was slightly overweight and
definitely out of shape. He stood back up and shivered as he waited
for the air to slowly evaporate the water off of his wet skin, since
there was no towel or anything else to dry off with.
After
waiting for several hours for something to happen, he resigned
himself to get some sleep. He felt hunger gnawing at his belly, but
he was disgusted by the idea that he would be eating out of a hose.
Whatever that hose dispensed couldn’t possibly be very appetizing.
The
room was bright and cold, but he was too tired at that point to care.
He glanced at the door and then the monitor before rolling over and
trying to find sleep. He had trouble, though. He couldn’t stop his
mind from wandering and contemplating his awful situation.
He
thought of the fact that his family, friends, and job likely had no
idea what had happened to him. They were probably imagining the worst
but he figured that none of them would guess that he was locked in
some kind of lab and being subjected to some kind of weird
experiment. He decided that he had lost his job at the very least. If
he ever made it out of here that would be a small price to pay, he
thought. It was worse contemplating that his family and friends
probably thought he was dead.
Eventually,
he was able to fall into a restless sleep.
* *
*
When
Anthony shivered awake the next day it took a moment or two for him
to find his bearings and remember where he was. He had no idea how
long he had been sleeping but the growl in his empty stomach
suggested he had probably gotten a full night’s sleep. He stared at
the pair of colored hoses from across the room, trying his best to
resist debasing himself by kneeling in front of them but eventually,
he was too hungry and thirsty to care.
He
slowly lowered himself down to his knees and grabbed the blue hose.
He looked for some way to start the water flow but gave up in
frustration.
“Are
you going to turn the water on, or what?!” he shouted at the camera
but no answer came.
Sometime
later he was so thirsty that he went back to the hose, angrily shoved
the hose in his mouth, and then began to suck. After a few moments,
he was rewarded with the trickle of lukewarm water that he greedily
sucked down. It was frustrating because every time he got greedy and
rough with it, whether he started to bite or suck too hard, it would
cease dispensing any water. It took him a few minutes to learn and
apply the proper technique to maximize the water flow.
After
much trial and error, he was eventually able to extract enough water
to sate his thirst. He looked at the white hose and frowned, knowing
what he would have to do in order to get any food out of it.
After
resisting for as long as he could, he repeated the demeaning act of
either kneeling or squatting in front of the hoses and sucking on the
end of the white one this time. He utilized the same technique he had
learned with the water hose and had none of his earlier problems. His
efforts were rewarded by a spur of salty slurry hit his tongue,
making him cough and spit it out.
“That’s
so gross!” he sputtered. “What is that shit?” He spat out what
he could but the unpleasant flavor remained.
No
answer came but whatever it was it had to be the grossest tasting
thing he could remember having in his mouth, all gooey and salty.
After another couple of hours of growing hungrier and hungrier, he
went back to the dreaded hoses.
He
leaned in and took the soft nipple-like end of the white hose into
his mouth and sucked. It didn’t yield any progress at first but his
persistence was eventually rewarded with another spurt of the salty
goo in his mouth. He hungrily swallowed it and kept sucking until it
spurted again a moment later. He grimaced and continued the degrading
act of sucking whatever wretched liquid was coming out of the hose.
It was even more degrading because the monitor lit up with images of
men’s penises as he was sucking on the hose. He closed his eyes and
tried not to think about what his captors were clearly trying to
condition him to do.
His
belly full, he went to sit back down on the bed and felt the liquid
slosh in his stomach, making him feel even more disgusted with the
whole experience. He lay there on his back looking at the ceiling and
wondering when he would learn what was going on and why he was
trapped in that room.
After
laying there for a bit longer, Anthony decided to use this time to
some sort of positive end and began to do some basic calisthenic
exercises that he hadn’t done in years. He was disappointed with
how few pushups and situps he could manage to do but sighed and
figured he had plenty of time to improve.
Over
the next few days- he guessed they were days, there was no real way
of knowing and he had given up trying to keep track- he would have
much the same experience of resisting using the hoses until he had no
choice and then shamefully use them once or some times even twice a
day. It was even more degrading because each time after the first the
monitor lit up with more images of penises. It was like they wanted
him to think about dicks every time he had one of the hoses in his
mouth. He didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of reacting to
that so he just ignored it.
His
increased appetite was most likely due to how many calories he was
using during his now daily exercise. With nothing else to do, he
pushed himself as far as he could in his exercises multiple times a
day. HIs day became one of working out and admiring his naked
reflection as he got in better shape.
There
were a couple of things that he noticed that were definitely
worrying, though. He had begun to get horny. Like all of the time,
especially when he was working out. He would just get hard out of
nowhere and feel the burning irresistible need to cum. And because of
that strange change, he noticed another strange change right away.
Because
of Anthony’s elevated sex drive and a complete lack of anything
else to occupy him, he had begun masturbating a lot to pass the time.
He didn’t even care that he was probably being watched. They could
get off on watching a naked dude stroke his cock if they wanted.
There
was no good reason for him to be suddenly horny all of the time,
especially soon after sucking on the white hose. He would imagine
fucking a hot ex-girlfriend, which usually got him going but it just
wasn’t exciting. He imagined all sorts of debauched scenarios that
usually sent him over the edge but nothing worked.
His
captors seemed to have a sense of humor and would play more videos
and show more images of male sex organs whenever he was trying to
masturbate. He would squeeze his eyes shut and try to focus on
cumming but to no avail. Eventually, he made the mistake of looking
at one of the monitors and he couldn’t stop himself from cumming
soon after. He felt disgusted and ashamed. He wasn’t gay, he told
himself, and there was nothing his captors could do to change that.
That seemed to be their goal, strange as it was to think about.
Because
of his constant horniness, his six-inch cut cock had been basically
raw all of the time due to how often he was jerking it. He would cum
at least six or seven times a day. At first, he took his time, since
he had no real rush, but the lust that suddenly came out of nowhere
instilled an urgency in him to cum that was irresistible. On what he
thought was the fourth or fifth day he noticed that his dick was
definitely smaller than it had been.
He
couldn’t really tell by looking at it but a man knows how his dick
feels in his hand, how much space it takes up in his grip. And though
he couldn’t see it, he could definitely feel that it was smaller,
even when he was so hard he was throbbing. He was so freaked out that
he was able to resist the ever-present urge to stroke his dick and
cum.
After
this had fully sunk in, he leaped to his feet and shouted, “What
are you doing to me?! Let me go, goddammit!” He shouted repeatedly
as he paced around the room. He was so worked up that he was
practically sobbing. He marched over to the door and beat on it,
crying “Let me out! Let me out!” in time with his fists slamming
on the unyielding metal surface. The monitor remained blank and no
answer came. Eventually he gave up and slowly ambled over to the bed
to sit again.
Anthony
sulked for a little while longer before he decided to do some
exercises. He was getting increasingly disappointed with himself for
not improving very much, still barely able to do more than five or
six pushups in a row. He wondered for a moment if that was somehow
part of what they were doing to him as well but tried not to think
about it. There was nothing he could do about any of this, he knew...
but there was also very little to distract him from dwelling on it
either.
That
thought was in the back of his mind as he failed to make much
progress in fitness, other than his legs becoming much stronger and
more toned. He surmised it was from all of the squatting down he had
to do since everything was so low and the ground was too hard to
kneel on. His legs and ass seemed to be filling out some but the rest
of him was shrinking, if anything. His fat melted away each day but
instead of revealing any kind of muscle tone, he just continued to
slim down, looking skinnier and skinnier. But it was hard to tell in
the small, narrow mirror. He was that skinny because he was so out of
shape, he concluded. He tried to convince himself that his hands were
smaller and that’s why his dick felt different... but in the back
of his mind a voice said that then it should feel larger if
his hands were smaller…
His
hands really were smaller, though. And he had never known weight loss
to have that dramatic of an effect on something like that. Everything
was quickly slimming down. Except for his hips and ass, which
strangely seemed to stay the same size or even grow a little but he
tried to tell himself he was just imagining things. He was just
getting thinner from working out and it made those parts look
bigger. Or maybe it was all the squatting he was doing all of the
time now in order to eat, shower, or relieve himself.
* *
*
One
morning-he still thought of his time after waking up as the morning
despite having no way of knowing what time it actually was- Anthony
awoke to find he was a lot more groggy than he usually was.
Eventually he was able to wake up enough to find out what his captors
had done to him while he had been unconscious. The first thing he
noticed was the small budding breasts on his now hairless chest. The
increase in overall size was barely noticeable only because he had
never really had man boobs even though he had a bit of a belly, but
it was the feminine shape and the increased size of his nipples that
made them definitely look like girls' boobs. He reached up to cup
them, a newfound sensitivity of his enlarged nipples became readily
apparent as they rapidly grew hard against his palms.
That
wasn’t all, though. He had also been fitted with some kind chastity
device, at least that is what he thought it was. He didn’t have
much experience with this sort of thing, but it was a kind of metal
cage around the shaft of his cock with some elastic or silicone
straps around his balls as well. It was bent downward, it’s size
and shape clearly designed for preventing an erection. The whole
thing was held together by a small metal padlock.
The
device proved very sturdy, resisting all of his attempts to remove it
with his bare hands. He was discouraged from trying anything creative
to get it off because it would almost certainly result in some kind
of injury to a very important and sensitive area and probably
wouldn’t work anyway. There would be nothing stopping them from
just putting it on him again anyway.
The
chastity device proved to be very frustrating and inconvenient for
him. He knew that since he was horny all of the time and now he
couldn’t even get a proper erection, much less do anything about
it. But that was far less menacing than the physical change that they
were forcing on him.
Anthony
went over to the mirror and looked at his now feminine chest. He
tried to see if he had any other obvious changes and he noticed that
his hips had a little extra fat on them too, making his round thighs
and ass even more feminine in appearance. Thankfully his face looked
more or less the same, except thinner, but there wasn’t the five
o’clock shadow that he would expect to see when he had not shaved
in what had to be at least a few weeks. He thought that his lips may
have been a little bigger as well, but he wasn’t sure. It was hard
to tell but after what they have done with him, he assumed it was not
his imagination.
He
noticed other changes. While he was struggling to remove the device,
he noticed that he was practically hairless down there, which they
probably did in order to easily fit the device on him more easily.
But the hair loss seemed to extend to his legs and armpits as well.
The
hair on his head was also longer. It was the same dark color he was
used to, but it was long and maybe even thicker. The few signs that
he had noticed previously of male pattern baldness starting to set in
appeared to be reversed. That was a plus, at least.
Whatever
they were doing to him, it was beyond belief. The trend of his body
shrinking had continued on; his muscles had basically disappeared and
left him with the kind of skinny, soft physique that he would expect
to see on a relatively fit young woman.
They
had not simply allowed his hair to grow and given him hormones to
make him develop breasts. Whatever they were doing to him was more
invasive and advanced than that. He had the wider hips and even the
narrower shoulders and small hands that someone born a woman would be
likely to have. Even his Adam’s apple was no longer apparent. He
would never have guessed that someone with his body would have been
born a man. Well, except of course for his penis which was straining
in its cage.
All
of these changes combined resulted in him looking in the mirror and
seeing what looked like a flat-chested woman. It definitely did not
look like a man at all, not even one with surgical or hormonal
procedures to make him more feminine. His first reaction to all of
this was utter shock. He stared at his reflection for a good while,
astounded that it was really him.
Once
he was able to calm down and process what would happen to him, a wave
of emotions washed over him. He couldn’t stay strong and stoic any
longer. He wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, he wanted to throw
himself into the door until his fists were bloody or the door fell
down. But he did none of that.
A
flash out of the corner of his eye drew his attention to the monitor,
which was helpfully informing him that the new makeup kit near the
mirror was there for his entertainment, just like the dildo. He
turned away and tried to ignore it.
The
momentary urge to start demanding to know what the hell they were
doing to him and to let him out. That urge quickly passed. It had
become obvious what they were doing to him, as strange as it seemed,
and it was also obvious that no amount of pleading or demanding his
release was going to amount to anything at all.
He
simply went about his daily business of working out, washing, and
sleeping. He had normally passed a lot of time masturbating too but
that clearly was no longer an option. His mostly erect cock straining
in the cage was the most frustrating sensation that he had ever felt.
He was just as horny as before, if not more so, but nothing he tried
could stimulate him enough to orgasm. Then a thought occurred to him.
He eyeballed the dildo on the wall, finally realizing what it was
there for.
He
knew of one thing that could send him over the edge, it would be
direct prostate stimulation, but he didn’t want to go there. He
couldn’t imagine being that desperate. He shook his head and tried
to dismiss the thought.
At
first, he couldn’t bring himself to eat from that dreaded white
hose. He decided they must be putting something in his food and
decided just to drink water. After he had filled his belly with water
to help with the hunger pangs he realized his foolishness. They could
have just as easily put something in his water and he wouldn’t
necessarily taste anything out of the ordinary.
There
was barely any fight left in him and he relented. He could maybe go
on a hunger strike but a thirst strike wouldn’t last long and he
had no idea if they cared enough about his well-being for it to have
any impact. He wasn’t willing to bet his life on it.
So
that “night” he went to sleep with the knowledge that he may be
out for a long while and wake up with as many changes as he had
already been subjected to. He didn’t have the will to try and fight
them anymore. He went right to sleep, his giving up of any further
resistance allowed for a kind of peace that he hadn’t felt since he
had been put in that room.
His
daily routine now was much the same except he couldn’t masturbate.
A couple of times he had feebly tried to find a way to stimulate his
penis but gave up with a huff of irritation. He resigned himself to
the fact that the sexual frustration would go unrelieved and only
continue to build on itself.
Something
else that had changed was the monitor was no longer dark most of the
day. Since his awakening to find the changes, it had been showing
pornographic sex continuously (except for when he ate or drank from
the hoses, it still showed penises then). Mostly submissive women
getting fucked in all of their holes, sometimes all at once. As much
as he wanted to ignore it, there was nothing else going on to
distract him from it. Eventually he gave up trying to ignore it and
sat on the bed staring at the endless feed of rough sex, the
frustration at not being allowed sexual release only growing.
This
became the new normal. Anthony became accustomed to seeing this
feminine person in the mirror surprisingly quickly. He even started
to appreciate how cute his captors had made him, which he wasn’t
too happy about but he supposed if they were going to turn him into a
woman, that he may as well be a cute one. He had been tempted a
couple of times to experiment with the makeup kit that they had left
him. He did have the proper canvas to work on, he told himself
sarcastically. So he asked himself why not? Out of sheer boredom, he
even tried applying some makeup to his face, but his inexperience
resulted in him becoming immediately dissatisfied with his reflection
and he tossed the makeup kit in frustration.
Ultimately
he did resist the urge and just stared at the constant sex in the
monitor. The scenes were getting rougher and rougher, the latest
stretch being nothing but bondage scenes and other kinky shit where
women were being roughly used or dominated. There were also plenty of
videos of women fucking themselves on a dildo attached to a wall. He
would glance at the dildo in his room but tell himself he wasn’t
that desperate. But it was getting more and more difficult to resist
doing what he knew his captors were trying to make him do.
Over
time, his erections became less frequent and he didn’t seem to get
as big and as constricted by the cage but he told himself that he was
becoming accustomed to it. He didn’t want to think about what other
changes they may be inflicting on him.
* *
*
Anthony
was severely groggy but slowly came awake but he jerked awake when he
heard a thud from next to the bed. He quickly rolled over and saw
that the noise had come from. The chastity cage that had caused him
so much frustration was laying there, having fallen off of the bed.
At first Anthony thought that his captors had shown him some mercy.
But when he looked to his crotch he noticed that his dick looked
shrunken, like it was almost completely made out of skin. The cage
had fallen off because it was so small now that there was hardly
anything to grab on to. He immediately freaked out and tried to get
it hard, hoping that when it grew that it would look normal again.
But
it didn’t. It hardly even grew. He was definitely horny since he
was horny pretty much all of the time now, but his dick remained
stubbornly limp. He was sure he would have noticed if his dick was
getting that small, even in the cage. He also noticed his breasts
were even more swollen. How long had he been out? What else had they
done to him?
He
walked over to the mirror and saw just how feminine he looked. His
hips had grown wider. His hair was even longer and looked like they
had styled it to be wavy and thick. His lips looked puffier and now
looked like the kind of lips that he would have referred to as
“dick-sucking lips” in what at this point felt like his previous
life.
Just
his shrunken penis was any indication that he had been born male.
Other than that it was a cute girl he was looking at in the mirror.
He was transfixed for a moment, staring with his mouth open at his
reflection. He even got horny seeing the cute naked girl in the
mirror. He still couldn’t get hard but it still felt good to just
rub and stroke his flaccid shrunken dick. The pleasure went straight
to his nipples, which were throbbing hard and very sensitive when he
reached up and grabbed them. He rubbed his cock with one hand and
alternated back and forth between each nipple with his free hand. He
tried to achieve orgasm but he couldn’t, no matter how good his
stroking felt or what technique he used. Something was missing. At
first he thought that they had done something to him to prevent an
orgasm, but then he remembered.
Anthony
looked at the dildo with a level of desire that surprised even him.
He ultimately was too intimidated by the size of it, which was only
about six inches or so. He noticed one of the makeup brushes lying on
the floor from the discarded kit and grabbed it without thinking. He
tried to painfully insert it into his ass but it was too much for
him.
After
retrieving the bottle of lube, he applied some and then was able to
ease the handle of the makeup brush into his ass. It still hurt a bit
at first but after sliding it in and out he began to feel the desired
stimulation. His eyes rolled back into his head and he groaned,
feeling his orgasm was finally within his grasp. Eventually he was
able to rub one out, his still flaccid little dick twitched and
throbbed as he got closer and closer. He cried out with his now
obviously girly voice, feeling the most powerful to curling orgasm of
his life rip through his body.
“N-ah!”
he shrieked in his feminine tone. A trickle of liquid dribbled out of
his pee slit, but that was it. He was amazed that such an amazingly
powerful orgasm only resulted in such a small load.
He
felt like some kind of milestone had been passed. Like he had given
in and given the sick bastards that were doing this to him what they
want. He could have held out and resisted but now he had already
given in to his lust. He would surely do it again.
He
spent the rest of that day relieving the pent up frustration he had
felt while his dick was trapped in the cage. He had several more
orgasms before passing out.
* *
*
Anthony
awoke with the same grogginess that indicated more changes. He wanted
to check himself out in the mirror but he found his hands were
encased in some kind of soft material and tied behind his back
somehow, making it hard to find his balance and get to his feet. When
he finally did, he found he really had to pee. He skittered over to
the squat toilet. Unable to direct his urine flow, he just guessed it
was in the right spot and let go.
FSSSS
came the definitively feminine sound. He looked down towards his
crotch, but his now even larger breasts obscured his vision. It
definitely felt different down there. The unfamiliar sensation of
peeing with a vulva confused him at first but once he was done and
was able to position himself in the mirror to check it out, he knew
what had happened. Part of him had seen it coming but it didn’t
look like a surgical job. It looked like a real hairless vagina.
Without being able to feel it with his hands he couldn’t truly
examine it but it looked like the real deal.
He
also found that whatever they had been given him to make him horny,
they must have given him a triple dose because he was knee shakingly
horny just from glancing at his transfigured crotch while hearing the
moans from the porn playing on the monitor. Without being able to
touch himself, he just cried out in frustration before remembering
what could relieve him.
He
practically ran over to the corner and dropped to his knees. He
slowly slid backward, allowing the fake penis attached to the wall to
slowly slip into his engorged sex. He looked up at the camera which
was seemingly zooming in on the initial penetration. It hurt a little
but he was so horny that the pain quickly passed. The silicone dick
sliding against the inner walls of his new cunt was such a novel and
stimulating sensation that he groaned and completely lost himself in
the act of fucking himself on it. His whole world centered at his sex
and the utter satisfaction he felt when his ass hit the wall,
signifying that the dildo was all of the way inside of him. He was
now just a slippery cunt, hungry to envelope. He slid the dildo all
the way in again and reveled in the feeling of fullness before
shifting forward, allowing it to slide out.
It
didn’t take long. After he was grunting and sweating with the
effort of impaling himself on the dildo faster and faster, he was
eventually rewarded with his first female orgasm, which seemed to
wrack his entire body with waves of twitching pleasure washing over
him. After it passed, he collapsed forward, the dildo sliding out of
him as he fell into a heap of jumbled nerves.
He
awoke sometime later, still laying there on the floor. The sound of a
door slamming made him jump awake turning around to see a tall thin
man in a white lab coat standing in front of the door with a menacing
grin on his long narrow face.
“I
think she’s ready.” He said, his deep voice able to carry despite
how low he spoke. He was clearly speaking to someone else but his
eyes remained locked on Anthony’s. “You are ready to come out,
right? Are you prepared to be a good girl?” He gestured to his
crotch, which was noticeably bulging with an erection under the thin
slacks.
Anthony
wanted to say something defiant. He wanted to call the man a sick
bastard. But he could only whimper and walk over to kneel in front of
him.
“Good.”
The man chuckled. “You know your place.” He reached into his fly
and pulled out a half-hard cock.
He
didn’t have to be told. Some part of him recognized that it was
conditioning but it didn’t matter. He took the end of the man’s
penis in his mouth and used the same delicate technique he had
learned from the hoses which elicited a deep moan.
“Good
girl…” he whispered, running his fingers through Anthony’s now
thick shoulder-length hair.
Anthony
would do whatever he needed to do to get out of that room. He would
probably have a better chance of escaping…
He
tried to keep that thought in his mind as the man in the lab coat
pushed him down so he was on all fours. He was roughly grabbed and
pulled into position before being swiftly penetrated. He told himself
it was just an act, that he didn’t love every moment of the thick
cock slipping in and out of his wet snatch.
He
told himself that again and again each subsequent time he was roughly
used, fucked in every hole. At first just by the scientist-looking
guy. But then he was sold to some kind of pimp who would charge for
his services.
It
was still just an act, him putting on makeup, getting the right tight
dress, and going on the street to attract Johns. When he giggled at
their catcalls, it was just an act. When he smiled at them and then
gave them doe eyes while sucking their cocks, it was all just a show.
He was waiting for the right time to escape. That didn’t mean he
couldn’t enjoy himself until then, right?
He
would sometimes wonder if after he escaped how easily he would be
able to experience the simple pleasures of life, like being filled by
cock in all three holes at the same time.
End?
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Great story!. Hot, kinky and a most enjouble read!
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