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Cindy by Laura Leigh
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Cindy
by Laura Leigh
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It had been two months since the sinking. When the fishing boat went
down, hundreds of miles out to sea, only two survived.
For three days Kurt and Dennis clung to the same, tiny life preserver.
Several times, the men nearly chose to die -- but their will to carry on
kicked in and kept them going. Finally, when all seemed lost, they floated
close enough to a small, uninhabited island that they could swim for it.
They washed ashore. Virtual strangers, they found themselves
isolated and alone, with little or no chance of rescue. Surviving on
native fruits, the two men recovered from their days at sea and set out
to explore their new island home.
* * *
The cave was cool and moist, and very dark. Kurt headed in, followed
closely by Dennis.
"I'm not so sure I like this," Dennis said apprehensively. "No
telling what's in here."
"Look up there," Kurt said pointing ahead. "Some kind of
light...maybe another entrance."
They continued on and quickly came to a rough-hewn chamber. Its walls
were of rough, brown stone, but the room's main feature was the object at
its center. There stood a pedestal, atop which was a strange, glowing blue
crystal. Some form of writing spread across one wall of the chamber.
"I think it's Indaki," Kurt said. "I studied South Sea languages at
Tech...yeah. It is." He examined the strange writing more closely.
Dennis gazed into the crystal, fascinated by its luminescence.
"How's this doing this?" he asked, reaching out to touch its cool surface.
"Beats me..." Kurt replied, deeply involved in his analysis of the
words before him. "Well...I'll be damned."
"What is it?"
"Well, according to this, I think that ball is supposed to be magic or
something."
"Oh, please..."
"That's what it says. Whoever holds it can change four
things...sort of like getting wishes, I guess."
"Change things?"
"Yeah." He read further. "It can't make things out of thin
air...but it can turn things into other things." He went to the pedestal
and lifted the glowing orb from its cradle. "Let's take this outside and
try it out."
"You're kidding...!"
Dennis followed Kurt as he left the cave and walked a short distance
into the jungle. "This looks like a good spot," Kurt said. Holding the
orb out before him, he closed his eyes and thought hard.
A whirlwind of violent light formed in the dense foliage before
them. A wide, circular area of trees and undergrowth slowly vanished,
leaving a clearing; the light then coalesced into a solid structure in
the center of the bare, sandy area.
The whirlwind of light subsided, leaving a modern beach house in its
place. It looked like something right out of Architectural Digest.
The men were speechless. They cautiously approached the house, barely
able to believe their eyes. It was fully furnished, with every imaginable
detail one could imagine.
"I don't believe it," Dennis said.
"Neither do I," Kurt agreed, "but there it is." He opened the front
door and began to go inside.
"Do you think that's a good idea?"
"Hey...if this is going to be home from now on, I want to take a look
around." He went inside, still carrying the crystal orb.
After a few minutes Kurt re-emerged, apparently safe and well.
"Man, it's great! Nice, comfortable beds, indoor plumbing, and it even has
electricity and a kitchen with all the convieniences!"
"It's a miracle...!" Dennis was astounded.
Kurt held the ball out again. "What is it this time?" Dennis asked,
seeing the ball glow a little brighter.
"The one thing I want more than anything...what I need to turn this
place into the fantasy I've had all my life."
Dennis was concerned. "Wish for a boat, man! I want out of here!
Let's get back to civilization, and take that thing with us...we'll be rich!"
Kurt had other ideas. "What...go back to taxes and crowds? This
place is a paradise...we only need to make a few adjustments..."
"You only have three wishes left...don't waste them. Make a
boat...even if you don't want to go home, I do!"
Kurt closed his eyes. In a few seconds, another glowing whirlwind
appeared. A pile of hunting, planting, fishing, and sports equipment,
outdoor furniture, a chainsaw and other jungle clearing tools appeared in
its wake. "Perfect," Kurt exclaimed.
"Damn it! Stop fooling around! Make something to get us home!"
Dennis was frantic.
The crystal sphere glowed again as Kurt closed his eyes once
more. The whirlwind appeared inside the house this time, flooding light
from the kitchen and bedroom windows. After the glow faded, Kurt smiled. "A
bottomless refrigerator and pantry. Food and drinks enough for a
lifetime."
There was only one wish left. Dennis feared Kurt wouldn't use it
correctly. "I get the last one! Hand it over!" Without protest, almost
too easily, Kurt handed the orb to Dennis. He ran down to the beach,
excitedly looking forward to going home. After looking into the glowing
crystal for a moment, he closed his eyes.
Nothing happened.
Dennis opened his eyes, expecting to see a boat before him. He found
nothing there, and tried again. Still nothing.
He walked back to the clearing. "What gives? It didn't do
anything...are you sure it said 'four?'"
"Positively," Kurt answered, a hint of smugness in his voice. Dennis
knew he was hiding something.
"What is it...you know something."
Dennis smiled and held his hands out, wanting the orb back. "It only
works for the person who lifts it from its cradle...and that's me. If you
don't mind...?" Dennis helplessly handed it back.
"Please...wish for a boat..."
Kurt once again made a wish. It wasn't for a boat, or for anything
else Dennis could get home in.
This time, the brilliant whirlwind surrounded Dennis. It glowed so
brightly that Kurt could not make out his form; after a few moments, the
light began to subside and a human form became apparent.
The light vanished. Dennis looked around, trying to spot their latest
acquisition. "I don't see anything new," Dennis commented. "What did you
wish for?"
Kurt only smiled.
"Wish for..." Dennis repeated, puzzled. His own voice sounded
funny to him. "Wish for..."
His voice sounded different because it was. And it was different
because it matched his body, which had become very, very different.
Kurt smiled widely, obviously pleased with the fruits of his final
wish. His eyes drank in the sight of Dennis' new form.
Dennis took a step forward, toward Kurt. Something felt odd; he felt
part of his body bounce.
More exactly, two parts.
He now had the body and voice of a voluptuous woman. His voice had
become a sultry, feminine sound that dripped sex.
Dennis had become Kurt's dream girl.
He was not just female, but totally naked, exposing every luscious
square inch of his curved, sexy form. Looking down in stunned disbelief
at his huge breasts, Dennis realized fully what Kurt had done to him.
His smooth, silky skin was pure and hairless over his entire body, except
for a sparse growth of blond pubic hair. On his head he had very long,
very full blond hair which softly curled and sensuously flowed all the
way down his back, over his shoulders, and upon his breasts in front.
Dennis' new visage was one of rare beauty. He had the dark, bewitching
eyes of a seductress, adorned with long black lashes and smouldering, sexy
eye shadows. His sensuous lips were those of a professional call girl,
flawlessly lined and coated with a thick, glossy pink lipstick. His teeth
were perfect and white. He smelled like expensive, very feminine perfume.
His nails were an inch and a half long and glistened with glossy pink
polish. Every inch of his supple flesh had a deep, even tan that
contrasted sexily with his pale lipstick and shiny, blond hair.
His body could not have changed more. He had become utterly and
irreversibly female. And, as a female, he had acquired that female feature
Kurt most craved.
"Come here, baby...let Kurt see that sweet pussy of yours!"
"You son of a bitch!" Dennis screamed in his erotic, womanly voice,
lunging at Kurt in order to strike him. Kurt easily defended himself
against the girl's attack, grabbing her forearms and holding her still. As
she fought in vain to free herself from his grasp, her huge, luscious
breasts jiggled wildly; the odd sensation surprised Dennis, who looked down
to see them move as live things. The bounce of her monstrous tits and the
flowing curves of her silk-smooth flesh made Kurt's cock begin to grow; it
wanted to be inside her, and quickly. She saw the monster penis rising to
attention within his shorts, straining to reach her.
"Don't even think about it!" she threatened.
"Take it easy, baby," Kurt said condescendingly. He looked upon his
handiwork; her voluptuous body was custom-built for sex and little else.
"How could you do this to me?!" she screamed. "You bastard...how
could you..." She began to cry in anger and frustration.
"Easy, honey...you were the last piece of my paradise, all that was
missing...I've always dreamed of having a sexy girl all to myself in the
middle of nowhere. And baby, you're..." he smiled, reaching out to touch
her hair. "...perfect. I want to lay you so bad..."
"How romantic," she sniped, swatting his hand away.
"Come on...you're my woman, now..."
"What?! I belong to you? And I'm supposed to let you fuck me, too?
You've reduced me to nothing but your own personal sex toy?"
"You'll get used to it."
"Like hell! You expect me to be happy like this? I'm supposed to
just let you stick your cock into me anytime you want?"
"Well, yeah." She slapped him hard, but the man barely flinched.
"I'm sure you'll grow to love me," he finished.
"Like hell!" She cradled her breasts in her soft palms.
"Damn...look at these! Just because you want to live like 'Blue Lagoon,'
I have to be your Brooke Shields for the rest of my life." The woman was
furious. "How could you do this to me?"
"You're gorgeous!" Kurt answered. "You should be thanking me. We
were going to live out our lives here -- at least, now we can have sex
when we want. And you're a hell of a lot nicer to look at now."
"If sex was what you wanted, why didn't you turn yourself into the
woman around here, huh? I'm sure I'd have accomodated you..."
"Yeah, right..."
"You really think I'm going to have sex with you now?"
"The number of available men around here is pretty limited, baby..."
"I'll risk it." She began to walk away. "Keep that cock in your
pants and out of mine -- find yourself another girl, you bastard. Leave
me the hell alone..."
"Okay, bitch, we'll do this the hard way..." he said firmly, grabbing
her. He picked the girl up and headed into the beach house. She pounded
on him with her fists, but it had no effect.
He tossed her naked form onto the bed and fell atop her. Kurt
held her pinned as he managed to pull off his own clothing, tossing it to
the floor.
"By the way," he said, "your name's 'Cindy from now on.'"
"Like hell it is!" she yelled, helpless against his strength.
"Your name is what I call you...and I'm calling you 'Cindy!'"
Kurt was fully naked now, and feeling her supple flesh squirming beneath
his own hard body brought his erection to its engorged fullness. The
woman could feel that her physical strength was but a shadow of what it
had been before; Kurt easily overpowered her. He managed to get the
woman's legs apart and rolled between them, wedging them open.
Her vagina was exquisitely inviting. The man had not had sex for
months, not since weeks before the shipwreck, and he was more than
ready. "Look, Cindy...we can do this easy or we can do this hard. One
way or the other, I'm fuckin' that pussy between your legs...so you
better make things easy on yourself. I can get something from the drawer
to grease up with, or I can stick it in dry. Choice is yours."
Cindy wanted him off of her. "Fine...get it..."
"If you run, I'll only catch you and drag you back here. You know
that, so don't be stupid." She nodded, hatred burning in her eyes.
He got up and went to the dresser. Cindy wanted to run away, but
he was right -- there was no place to hide on this tiny island. He would
eventually rape her. She decided to save herself the exertion and let him
have sex with her --
-- then kill him in his sleep later.
He came back to the bed, holding a tube of personal lubricant. The
woman glanced to the side, and saw that the drawer was filled with sex
aids of all kinds. "You wished for those, too?" she sarcastically asked.
"You'll be glad I did, sweetheart," he replied smugly. "We're
going to have lots of time for...experimentation." Kurt apparently
planned to play a wide variety of sex games with her over the months...or
years.
He handed her the lubricant. "Put it on me," he demanded. "Make it
feel good."
"If I had a knife I'd cut this bastard off," she said angrily,
looking at the erect penis. "I could use a girlfriend..."
She reluctantly sat up and squirted some of the clear jelly into her
hand and, after a moment of hesitation, began rubbing it onto his long, rigid
penis. As she ran her slippery fingers along its great length, she felt
every vein, every tiny bump. It was hot to the touch and hard against her
palm.
Her vagina tightened involuntarily a few times. It began to grow wet.
The man's circumsized penis was enormous -- so big that Cindy's
fingers and thumb could not reach around it far enough to meet. She
continued to stroke it, coating it thickly with the lubricant.
She hated that some part of her was enjoying itself. She fought to
bury that part.
Her slippery palm made circles against the cock's rounded head, and
Kurt moaned with pleasure. "Oh, yes, baby...that's right..." The long,
stiff penis was ready at that point, and Cindy, resigned to his assault, laid
back and spread her thighs wide. For the first time, her vagina was fully
exposed to him; she could not have been in a more vulnerable position.
"I can't believe I'm letting you do this," she said. "Don't you feel
weird at all, fucking someone who was a man an hour ago?"
"All I see are great tits and a hot pussy," Kurt answered lustfully.
"Just relax, Cindy. I've been told I have a certain way with the ladies.
You'll be glad you're a woman by the time I finish."
"Yeah...sure." She reached down with her fingers and rubbed the
remaining jelly onto her own, soft genitals. For the first time she felt
her vaginal lips, and her fingers rubbed her clitoris --
Oooooh, that feels nice, she thought --
Kurt took position between her widespread legs and aimed his sexual
missile at the woman's unwilling receptacle. She took a sharp breath as
she first felt the head of his hot, slippery cock press against her vaginal
lips. Only as she felt it begin to penetrate her did Cindy realize the
full weight of her position.
She was a woman being raped -- a woman being forced into having sex
with a man, thousands of miles from nowhere, with no hope of
deliverance. Her mind shut down, unable to comprehend the idea, for only
minutes before it had been the mind of a man -- and it was now captive in
a flesh that was the utter antithesis of the body Dennis had known
before. As the cock entered her, her male life seemed to become, more
and more, a distant dream -- one that had been replaced by a sensuous
nightmare in which Dennis had been horribly miscast.
Kurt pressed his hips steadily forward, and for the first time in
months he felt the warm, wet tightness of a vagina as it began to envelop his
immense, slippery cock. Cindy bit her lip in pain as his great size
penetrated her, stretching her.
"It hurts...!" she cried out, pushing against him with her delicate
hands. "Pull it out...it...it hurts...!"
"No chance, baby," Kurt answered firmly. "I'm only halfway in. The
sooner we stretch that pussy of yours, the better." Little by little, the
man continued to push into her and the pain she felt brought tears to her
eyes.
"You...you bastard..." she cursed through clenched teeth, pounding
on him with her fists.
Finally, his pubic hair ground into hers. He was all the way in,
and her virgin pussy had taken his full nine inches inside her. "There,
baby," he said. "Tell me how wonderful that is."
"Get it over with," Cindy said, her voice filled with anger. The
pain was still there, but it had diminished slightly. She felt his
hugeness inside her, and the feeling was one she had no words for. A
huge, hard part of someone else's body had invaded hers, burying itself
deep into her abdomen. It was not a sensation within the comprehension of
any heterosexual man -- and Cindy knew, as she began to accept its
presence within her, that her male will was slipping away, across the
insurmountable barrier that separated the sexes.
Kurt began to pump in and out, beginning the rhythmic motion that
would soon bring them to sexual climax. After a couple of minutes, the pain
Cindy had felt subsided, leaving only the incredible feeling of his sliding
flesh against the walls of her tight, wet vaginal tunnel.
Cindy felt something else, and she momentarily realized that it was the
fleshy sensation of his pumping cock against her clitoris. Bastard that he
was, she found his assault beginning to feel good. She decided not to show
any of the pleasure their copulation might give her; she refused to give
him the satisfaction.
"Oh, yeah, baby," Kurt moaned, his eyes closed. "You have a sweet
pussy...feels good..." He continued, picking up his pace. As his hips
moved faster, driving his cock into her even harder, Cindy knew the fully
realized awakening of her new womanhood. Her pleasure blossomed; it was a
feeling much different from the physical sexual arousal she had known as a
man --
--and it was much better. As it grew, she could not help herself
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