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The CIrcus (She Devil; 3/3)
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The Circus - Part 3
by She-Devil
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a risk and come over here as the bride of a man she'd
never met. Well, I won't go into details, but it didn't work out,
and the authorities were going to ship her back until I offered her
a job with me. As you can see, she's extremely devoted and
grateful to me."
"So I noticed," Ms. Bidwell said, finishing her drink, "but I
think we're through here now. I'll just go and see if Molly is
packed yet. Then we're going into the City to buy her some new
clothes before I take her back to New York. I can't tell you how
intensely Hr. Howard is looking forward to seeing his daughter at
long last."
"I can imagine," Fellna smiled. "Of course, we'll miss Molly,
but we're all so happy for her, going off to be rich and
everything." They all rose, the detectives still eyeing me
wistfully, and moved to the door.
"And if we can do anything more for you, just let us know."
Once they were gone, Fellina turned to me with a triumphant
smile.
"It worked," she said, "They won't be looking for you now!"
"Humph!" I pouted, putting my hands on my hips. "They were
too busy looking at me to be bothered looking for me! I can't wait
to get out of these skimpy outfits and into some real clothes for
a change."
"Oh! I meant to tell you about that," She Devil said, "I gave
most of your clothes to Molly. Her Lion Tamer outfits simply
weren't appropriate to wear out anywhere, and you were really the
only girl in Camp with very much of a sensible wardrobe in anything
close to her size, so I told her just to take your things. I think
she's driving off with them now."
Shocked, I spun around to see Molly getting into a car with
Ms. Bidwell, wearing the clothes I had worn on my first day here
and carrying my suitcase.
"But She Devil!" I protested. "What will I wear? How much of
my stuff did you give her?"
"Don't worry," She Devil patted my bottom reassuringly.
"I left you all your delicate undies and a few of your lighter
nighties, plus your taller high heels and fancy stockings, and your
other two maid uniforms, of course!"
"But I can't go any place in those clothes," I whined.
"Look at me!" I gestured down at the vast expanse of freshly
stained skin that the silly black satin and white lace maid's
uniform left on display, regreting that Lila had been so proficient
at her skin dying art. My lips had been slightly enlarged by her
tattooing needle. Even the shape of my nose had been altered by
tiny hollow plugs implanted in my nostrils. I was a Black girl
now, down South, and with only the most outlandishly feminine
attire to wear!
"It'll be OK," She Devil said soothingly. "I'll order some
new clothes for you, once we decide what you're going to be doing
here and what clothes you'll need for it! There should be enough
money left in Mattie Huntington's checking account to cover
whatever we buy. I'll have to cash your checks on Mattie's
driver's license! But that reminds me, you'd better go over to
your trailer and gather up whatever Molly left you and bring it
over here. Lila's got a buyer for her old trailer and she's anxious
to move into yours."
I sighed, remembering that I'd had to sign over my brand new
luxuriously equipped trailer to Lila as payment to her for... for
doing this to me! Well, at least I could live at She Devil's.
"Hurry back!" She Devil called as I minced out the door, "I'm
anxious to discuss your new duties with you and see where you might
fit into any of the acts. Also," she lowered her voice and one
eyelid as she continued, "I just can't wait to feel those plump
sexy lips of yours on me again!"
Once again, I felt that ache in my between my legs. But it
was somehow different now. There was less of a sense of frustrated
male longing in the masculine organ beneath the false cover lately.
Whenever I was horny I now felt hot and squirmy down there but, as
long as that thing was sewn onto my crotch, there wasn't a thing I
could do about it! My last few sessions with She Devil had been
like sweet agony as I writhed with desire for her. She interpreted
it as increased passion on my part, and she would speak to me as we
made love, in that soft, lulling voice of hers that always made me
feel so relaxed and refreshed afterwards, although I could never
remember what it was that she said to me. Those sessions were
still delightful, even in my current state, but for some reason it
seemed I was becoming enthralled with my present condition.
And there wasn't a thing I could do about it!
* * * * * *
I strutted across the brightly lighted arena, hearing the
crowd murmur as Lasha, the Whip Woman, stood by her rack of
carefully measured, meticulously arranged whips and eyed me
carefully.
And I was quite an eyeful!. For starters, there was a leather
hood over my head that laced tightly, outlining my features and
form fitting my skull, allowing just two slits for the eyes and a
small black mesh near the mouth for breathing. Below this, I wore
a specially designed black leather blouse, one that lifted and
emphasized my proud breasts while totally concealing them, and
nipped in my waist delightfully.
Below this was my skirt, also of black leather, ruffled and
flaring playfully out from my legs so that it covered me only down
to about mid-thigh.
Then there were the thigh length black leather boots,
bizarrely high heeled and laced all the way up my shapely legs, a
perfect match for the tight, shoulder length black leather gloves
that fit my arm like a second skin. I was a swaying, strutting,
inky dream in black leather, and the crowd gasped in anticipation
as I carried my tray of drinks across the arena, on a course that
would cut directly in front of Lasha, standing ready only twenty
feet away.
*SNAP!*
The bottle was suddenly gone from my tray. I kept walking.
*SNAP!*
One glass gone.
*SNAP!*
The other glass gone.
*SNAP! SNAP!*
Suddenly the tray was knocked from my hands and sent skimming
crazily overhead, only to be shattered into pieces like a clay
pigeon by Lasha's whip. On cue, I froze and turned to look up at
it.
*WWWHHHHAAACCCKKKK!!!!*
Like some incredibly swift, incredibly strong serpent, Lasha's
whip had coiled itself around my knees, snapping loudly but
harmlessly on my leather covered thigh. In an instant, she had
dropped it and was already sending another one streaking out at me.
Remembering the instructions, I had raised my hands to my ears as
soon as the first whip had snapped.
*WWWAAAA----AAACCCKKKK!!!*
Lasha's second whip, even longer than the first, had wrapped
itself around head, pinning my leather covered palms to my ears,
covering my eye slits so that I could not see, and landing with a
pain less but head ringing crack!
I stood there a moment, standing about prettily in my high
heeled boots for the appreciative crowd. There wasn't much else I
could do... not with my knees pinned together by the first whip and
my arms forcibly upraised, hands bound to my head by the second
one! I made what halting, stilted steps I could, feeling my breasts
and bottom sway as I tugged at my whip bonds, sensing the swish of
my leather skirt as I struggled in vain.
*WWHHHEEEWWWAAACCCKKK!!*
Another whip struck, this one just catching the top of my
specially designed leather skirt. It broke away at the proper
places and whisked off my now naked hips, exposing my black bottom
and feminine loins to the crowd.
*WWHHEEEEAAACCKKK!!*
A matching blow, right on the heels of the first, this one
stripping my specially constructed leather blouse from me, so that
my gleaming dark torso was now completely exposed, my bare breasts
glistening with sweat, their prominence magnified by the way my
elbows were forcibly raised, my round brown bottom jiggling
helplessly above the tops of my thigh length leather boots as I
tried to mince around in my high heels, knee bound and totally
blind.
*SNAP!*SNAP!*SNAP* SNAP-SNAP!!*
Now came the most delicate part of Lasha's exhibition. For
she was whipping me in public! Her touch with the mean looking
black snake was so skillful that all I felt were mild stinging
slaps as it cracked against my breasts, back, and buttocks, but
the noise, and my twisting, jerking movements must have given the
impression of an incredibly painful, merciless beating!
*C-C-C-R-R-A-A-A-C-C-K-K!!!*
The sound overhead was our prearranged signal for me to bend
way over. The long, strong, imitation ponytai1 anchored to the top
of my discipline helmet now hung down in front of my shins and --
With a single deft stroke, Lasha bound my ponytail to my legs,
keeping me forcibly bent-over.
And now she started to work on my upturned buttocks in
earnest. Ouch! That was a little too realistic! Ouch! That one
really stung! Eeek! Another one!
Totally incapable of freeing myself, my knees pinioned
together, my hands bound to my head, and now my head bound to my
legs, I hobbled forward as best I could, trying to avoid those
painful snaps of the whip, trying to keep from falling over, trying
to forget that I was letting everyone in the world watch me,
feminized, black, bound, and now beaten!
At last, it was over, and I was in the safety of our trailer
once again, curled up in She Devil's arms as she rubbed soothing
ointment into my inflamed butt.
"Ooooh! I moaned. "It was horrible. Oh, She Devil, I can't
do that again! Ever! I just can't go through with it!"
"There, there, Little Dark One," she cooed, easing the pain
and my humiliation. "You won't have to! The act really wasn't as
exciting as I thought it was going to be, anyway. (There, there
now.) I guess there just wasn't enough contrast between your skin
and that black leather outfit to provide enough visual impact.
It's a shame you had to spend so much money on a custom made
leather outfit that you can't use anymore, but that's all right.
We'll just find something else for you to do. For now, though, why
don't you come down here a moment... that's right, right between
my legs Darling! I cooled down your flaming bottom, now maybe you
can kiss out my fire, hmmm?"
It was almost instinctive of me now to go down on She Devil
whenever she asked. It was like a hunger or a conditioned reflex.
Kneeling there between her legs, I once again felt the frustrating
ache of my own male urges, confined for so long beneath this ersatz
pussy. But I also felt the tingle of lesbian excitement in my
breasts and loins, and I knew that somehow I must do whatever she
suggested.
* * * * * *
In the dark cubicle I crouched, ready to spring out the minute
the buzzer sounded. Ready for action! I was wearing a white, one
piece bathing suit, white knee stockings and tennis shoes, white
rubber gloves, and, to top it all off, a white rubber bathing cap,
strapped tightly over my head. "That ought to be plenty of visual
contrast, I told myself grimly as I waited for the signal.
BUZZZZZZZZZZ!
The sound coincided with my door springing open and my nimble
leap out into the arena. As the crowd applauded, I raced for the
Safety Zone on the far side of the field. For this was an old
fashioned Calf-Roping Contest.
And I was the Calf!
Well, it wasn't quite so old fashioned. As I sped across the
field, I heard the dirt-bikes of the two Round-Up Girls roar into
life as they devoured the earth, charging towards me, their lariats
coiling overhead.
But I was way ahead of them; almost there, in fact! Just a
few more yards. I turned my head to see how far back they were.
Was that a mistake! I almost froze in terror as I saw the
powerful dirt-bike barrelling down on me. It was coming straight
at me! Panicking, I leaped aside to avoid it, and fell face down
in the sawdust.
WHOOM! It zoomed around me and I felt something close on my
wrist: A noose!
All at once I was being tugged back into the Round-Up Girls
section. Desperately, I pulled at the noose with my free hand,
running forward to give myself enough slack to loosen it and ...
there!.... pull free!
But not for long. As I turned and raced towards the Safety
Line, I heard the roar of twin dirt bikes behind me once more. Two
lariats snaked out with alarming precision and caught my wrists,
one in the other!
And now the Round-Up Girls raced around me in a skillful
serpentine, coiling the strong white rope around and around,
twisting my arms against my torso and imprisoning them in yards of
rope.
Suddenly GirI #1 was off her bike, holding both ends of the
rope in her hands and knotting them securely. I noted with some
embarrassment that my arms and the coiled ropes were directly
underneath my massive brown breasts, pushing them out into even
greater prominence.
But there was no time to worry about that now! Girl #1 had
reached quickly down to my ankle and lifted, tipping me neatly off
my feet. I gasped as I hit the sawdust, only to see that she was
securing another loop around my ankle !
I kicked! I twisted! I squirmed! But it was all to no
avail. Before I could do anything about it, Girl #1 had my leg
bent and my ankle secured to a loop of rope at my wrist. And she
was starting on my other ankle!
I struggled even harder this time, but with even less result.
In no time at all, my second ankle was secured behind my back, both
knees bent sharply, and my upper body secured in a cocoon of white
rope.
But they weren't finished yet by a long shot! Smiling
mockingly down at me, Girl #1 forced another strand of rope between
my lips and pulled, bending my head sharply backwards as she
secured the ends of this one to my back, down near my shoulder
blades.
And then I felt myself being lifted into standing position--
standing on my knees, that is! Girl #1 was holding me upright with
one hand and flicking my bottom with a riding quirt held in the
other, urging me to march forward on my knees as best I could.
With my arms pinioned, ankles tied to my waist, mouth open and head
bent way back, there was nothing I could do to resist her commands.
Dutifully, I turned this way and that so. she could show me off to
the audience, and even when Girl #2 ripped my bathing suit from me,
there was nothing I could do about it except blush even harder as
the smiling girls displayed my black skinned, rope wrapped,
feminine charms to the hot eyed men in the stands.
* * * * * *
"It's no good." I heard Girl #1 mutter as they carried me off.
"She's just not fast enough to give us any challenge!"
"Oh well," Girl #2 sighed philosophlcally. "I suppose She
Devil will find something for her to do!"
"Now Martin," She Devil lectured as I sat, miserably naked, on
the chair in Lila's trailer (which used to be my trailer!) while
Lila soldered the last of the copper coils around my neck. "I know
this maybe isn't what you would have chosen to do... if you had a
choice, that is! But it's really the only thing for you now, and
since we spent every last penny of your money buying the equipment
for this thing, the best thing for you to do is reconcile yourself
to it and try to make the best of it!"
"It won't be so bad," Lila encouraged, the bright patterns on
her skin a kaleidoscope behind me. "After all, your set is very
nicely equipped, these rings are rounded and loose enough to be
comfortable, and that thingamajig I wired into your front teeth can
be removed by any competent dentist in only an hour or so.
"That's right," She Devil chimed in. "And don't forget the
post-hypnotic treatments I've given you to help you through your
routine! You might even end up enjoying this!"
"All finished!" Lila proclaimed. "Take a look at the New
You, Martin!"
Nervously, I forced myself up off the chair and over to the
mirror, my arms crossed shyly over my naked brown feminine body.
That was one thing She Devil had done: her post-hypnotic
suggestions had made me super modest, and even here, in the privacy
of a trailer with two other women, I felt like melting into one
huge blush of embarrassment over my naked ebony tits and ass and
the uncovered expanse of smooth brown legs that I kept shifting in
a futile attempt to the conceal the artificial, but very real
looking, vagina that nestled between them. But the face I saw in
the mirror, even though I had been expecting it, was even worse!
Starting at the top, my hair, treated somehow so that it was
now coarse and black, had been braided into neat corn rows and
laced with beads in intriguing patterns. Next, my neck, from
shoulders to chin, had been encircled with bands of shiny copper,
soldered at the back, of graduated widths, wide at the bottom and
narrowing towards the top to give my neck an elongated look. But
most startling of all, some sort of rigid objects had been tucked
in front of my gums, wired to my teeth, and somehow fused to my
lips forcing them to protrude in a bizarre, duck-like fashion.
Just like the women in primitive African Tribes used to look in
National Geographic!
My reflection showed that more had been done to my nose. It
was now flat, very broad, and upturned. Any observers view would
be drawn to it by the prominent gold hoop dangling from my
nostrils, that obviously pierced my septum. Now when had that been
put there?
My unbelieving eyes took in the whole strangely sensuous
sight. For despite its peculiar appearance, my face was somehow
undeniably erotic! The aboriginal cast of my reconstructed
countenance seemed to agree with the femaleness of the rest of me.
I was reminded for a moment of the diaries of early African
explorers, in which they speak of the almost surreal beauty of the
native women and, looking at myself now, I understood for the first
time what they were talking about: I was totally unrecognizable,
more animal than human. Yet I was also incredibly feminine and
sexy. The nervous, trembling, doe-like shyness that She Devil had
induced in my deportment and mannerisms only complemented the
impression!
I looked away from the totally transformed creature in the
mirror and tried to tell the girls that I couldn't, under any
circumstances, go through with this!
"Uhmooga moo!" I said, "Mmmughamugha!" The stiff slats that
stretched out my lips clicked when I tried to speak.
"Calm down now Martin," She Devil patted my naked mahogany
fanny, bottom causing me to start nervously. "You know you can't
be understood with that thing wired in your mouth! Now let's hurry
out to your set. I'm supposed to interview a new contortionist in
a few minutes and I want to make sure you're all taken care of
before the show. Come on now, scoot!"
Positively dying of embarrassment, I allowed them to push me
out the door of the trailer into the mercifully dark night. I
scampered desperately across the grounds towards my set. It was
awful, having to run stark naked through the night like that. I
raised my knees high, scissoring my shapely brown legs as fast as
I could, my hands fanned out in front of me for just a little
protection from all the eyes that I sensed on me. With each step,
I felt my nude bottom sway from side to side while my bare breasts
bounced shamefully in front of me until at last I reached the
dubious safety of my set.
Ah yes, my "set". This was circus talk for the background,
props, or theatrical settings that were used by the various
performers to make their acts more dramatic and convincing.
Mine was a cage.
I slipped in through an opening in the 4x4x6 foot square cage.
It was made of iron bars mounted on a two foot high elevated
platform. She Devil then locked the door behind me so that I
wouldn't have to worry about anyone else getting in. I crouched in
a corner with my hands in front of me and looked around at my new
home.
It was quite elaborate. For a cage that is! The fresh straw
on the floor covered the lid of a portable toilet, and there was a
shower mounted in the ceiling complete with a propane hot water
tank, so at least I'd be able to keep myself clean. That was very
important to the customers.
There were also lights and speakers mounted in the ceiling, to
keep me well illuminated, and speakers that kept whispering
something at a subliminal level that I could never quite hear.
They could also be made to play music that... but I'll tell you
about that later. For now I just sat there quietly melting with
shame as She Devil wished me luck.
"I just know you'll be a hit with the crowd tonight!" She
smiled, "Well, I gotta run and open the gates and see about that
new girl. Later on tonight, after everyone's gone, I'll let you
out and you can come back to our trailer to sleep. Bye now!"
And she was gone. Leaving me alone. In a cage. Planted
right inside the gate that led to the arena, where all the curious
and horny men and women would be passing by. Attached to the
platform on which my cage was mounted, there were free condom
dispensers, and a little switch to turn the music on. Above this
switch there was a short massage about how women of my primitive
tribe had been conditioned to respond to a drum beat during
fertility rites, and how the men of the jungle lured us out of the
forests with these drums. Over my head, there was another sign.
It read:
JUNGLE CAPTIVE WILD WOMAN!
As the well dressed men and women began to trickle in, I
crouched there, eyes wide, trembling, arms crossed tightly over my
humiliating nude brown body. They stopped to stare. And comment:
"Look at that... Check those tits:... Disgusting, if you ask
me! This from a lady with long legs and a rather small bosom.
Come around here and look at this ass!"
"Why, she's nothing more than an animal!"
"I dunno: See those lips? I'll bet she could suck the chrome
off a bumper hitch!"
"Poke her with your stick, Lloyd, and see if she'll move.
Wow! look at her jump!
"Did you see those bazongas bounce?"
"She moves like a deer!"
There was quite a crowd around me now, admiring my shamefully
naked body and speculating on my sexual prowess. A couple of the
bolder men, urged on by their tipsy friends, opened their flies,
and I recoiled in horror as I watched them slip rubbers over stiff
cocks. Then someone flipped the music switch, and the speaker
started drumming out a rhythmic, syncopated, Africanized version of
"Bolero". I felt She Devil's post hypnotic suggestion trigger my
subconscious.
Suddenly all I could think of was getting at those cocks!
I crawled on my knees, thrusting my body up to the bars,
pressing my erect nipples against the cold metal and rubbing my
imitation vagina suggestively up and down the bars of my cell.
Then, on inspiration, I worked myself into a corner so that I could
press my bare ass out one side and my extended lips out the other.
The whole crowd laughed at my antics, but I didn't care, I just had
to feel those cocks inside me!
At one point I knelt there, utilizing the artificial vagina in
a pretty good imitation of a real one, getting fucked by, what felt
like, a rather large cock. I wondered at how the customer could
fit it in the artificial pussy and, once there, not be able to tell
the difference. I puzzled over the sensations that seemed to be
emanating from my fake feamle sex organs. How was it that I seemed
to be able to feel that hard penis inside me and how could it be
possible for a rubber pussy to feel moist and hot. I didn't wonder
about these things for long though. A condom covered cock
presented itself in front of my face and it might as well have been
a chocolate covered cherry. I took it between my stretched and
fleshy lips. I savored the sensation as I forced the head down my
throat. All I could think about was how much I wanted, no!, how
much I needed cock.
Much later. All the customers were gone and I was once again
shyly crouched in my cage, humiliated and aching. She Devil
approached, smiling warmly.
"Well, I must say, Martin," she sparkled, "You were a real
sensation tonight! Whew, what a smell! Go ahead and shower off
and I'll be back in a little while to release you. I have to
arrange things a little more with that contortionist. Rubber Rita,
she calls herself, and it sure fits! But anyway, get yourself all
cleaned up, like a good girl, and I'll come and get you. I know
you probably don't feel like sex again tonight, but I thought it
might be kind of nice to have you suck my toes while I watch TV and
play with myself! Well, see you later!
Weeks went by. Or was it Months? It seemed I was losing
track of time lately.
And so was She Devil! She should have let me out of this cage
hours ago! But she's been spending so much time lately with Rubber
Rita that I... Well, the more time those two are together, the
more time I spend stuck, naked in this cage taking handouts of food
from any girls who, happen to pass by, and trying to hide my
shameful nudity at the same time. Oh, I wished she'd get here and
let me out of this, so I could at least hide in her trailer and put
a towel or something over these big, brown, female curves! Where
was she?
Huddled there in my little cage, between the trailers, I
looked around once more for something else to think about to pass
the time. Anything was better than just sitting around in this
pile of straw! Rita's trailer was on one side of me, and I thought
I heard the sound of someone going in, through the open window on
my side. Yes! There were two women talking. And one of them was
She Devil! What was she saying?
And then the Round-Up Girls, on the other side of me, came in
and turned on their television. Their trailer was situated so that
I could see the program they were watching as well as hear it. It
was something called LIFESTYLES OF THE FILTHY RICH, and the loud
drone of the announcer's voice drowned out the conversation from
Rita's trailer, so that I could only catch snatches of it when he
paused.
"... look lovely tonight, She Devil! I just can't resist the
sight of you this way! But tell me about..."
"TONIGHT WE'LL BE TALKING WITH MOLLY HOWARD, IN HER FABULOUS
EAST-COAST MANSION! BUT IT WASN'T ALWAYS FINE FURS AND ELEGANT
RESTAURANTS FOR OUR MOLLY! FOR YEARS SHE WORKED IN A CIRCUS, AN
ORPHAN ABANDONED AT BIRTH!"
"... Martin? I call him Mwumba now! Kind of fits, doesn't it?
And I didn't find him, Rita Darling, I made him what he is! Would
you believe he used to be just another ...
"MAN-HANDLING TIGERS WAS JUST ONE OF MOLLY'S JOB UNTIL SHE WAS
DISCOVERED AS THE LONG LOST DAUGHTER OF DYING BILLIONAIRE HUBERT
HOWARD! WITH THE DEATH OF HER COUSIN MARTIN HOWARD, AND THE
DISAPPEARANCE OF HER OTHER COUSIN, RODERICK HOWARD, PRESUMED LOST
IN A BOATING ACCIDENT IN FLORIDA, MOLLY BECAME THE SOLE HEIRESS TO
THE HOWARD FORTUNE! AND HOW SHE ENJOYS IT'."
"... didn't take me long to get inside his mind and find out
what he had planned! At first I thought it'd be enough just to
change his sex and turn him into a lesbian, but the more I thought
about how he planned to rob poor ....
"MOLLY'S DAYS ARE FILLED NOW WITH THE ANIMAL CONSERVATION
ACTIVITIES THAT ARE SO IMPORTANT TO HER! HER NIGHTS ARE FILLED WITH
HEAVY DATES AT NEW YORK'S POSHEST NIGHTCLUBS. ALWAYS ON THE ARM OF
SOME WEALTHY AND ELIGIBLE BACHELOR! AND HOW DOES SHE DRESS FOR
THESE DATES?"
... that interfering cousin of his was a stroke of perfect
luck! I'd have done it to him anyway, of course, but this made it
much easier for me to do to him what he planned to do Molly! Plus
a little something..."
EXTRA LARGE CLOSETS IN HER SUMPTUOUS BARELY CONTAIN THE VAST
ARRAY OF FASHIONABLE CLOTHING THAT MOLLY NOW LUXURIATES IN! GOWNS!
DRESSES! SKIRTS! COATS! THE MOST EXPENSIVE OF DELICATE LINGERIE!
STOCKINGS AND THOUSANDS OF SHOES ALL COVER HER WEALTHY BODY NOW!"
"...when I look at him out there now, locked up forever in
that tiny cage, totally feminine, completely changed, why he can't
even..."
"TALK TO MOLLY ABOUT HER PENNILESS PAST AND SHE IS SURE TO
CHANGE THE SUBJECT! THIS MODERN DAY CINDERELLA PREFERS TO SPEND HER
TIME DISCUSSING HER NEW LINE OF HIGH FASHION CLOTHING! SHE EVEN
GAVE US AN IMPROMPTU FASHION SHOW!"
"...ing off his hot black body to the rubes. Which, by the
way, is the only thing he has left in the world. I've arranged
things so that he's lost all his money, his cars, clothes, houses,
even his very sex and identity! Get this, he still believes that
he's wearing a glued on reproduction vagina and that someday we'll
just remove it, wash off his skin dye, and he can go on his merry
way. HA! Do I have some news for him! His transformation was
comprehensive and PERMANENT! He's nothing but a little black bitch
now and there's no way he'll ever be anything else."
"Not only that! But do you know what?"
"No, do tell."
"Every now and then we knock him out and add another ring around
his neck and expand the inserts in his lips. It's gradual, and in
his state he never notices it as his neck and lips stretch just a
teeny bit more to accommodate them. He's already way beyond where
he was at the start of his devolution into a native beauty and the
effects are cumulative. Soon he'll be a freak with neck like a
giraffe and lips like a duckbill platypus. Why, by the time I let
him out, he won't even be human any more! J ust a caged up, sex
hungry, little...
"ANIMALS ARE HER OTHER PASSION, AND MOLLY INSISTED ON SHOWING
US HER PRIVATE ZOO, WHERE EXOTIC ANIMALS ARE CAGED IN REGAL
COMFORT! MOLLY TAKES CARE OF THEIR EVERY NEED.!
"... you now! Forget Martin, I'm going to sell him the next
time we're in New York! It's you I want. Come over ...
"HERE WE LEFT MOLLY HOWARD, COMFORTABLY ENSCONCED IN
HEDONISTIC LUXURY ON HER FABULOUS ESTATE, FAR, FAR FROM HER HUMBLE
BEGINNINGS! THIS LITTLE LADY HAS HAD ALL THE LUCK!"
The Round-Up Girls closed their window against the cooling
night air, leaving me with the sounds of passionate lesbian
pleasuring from Rita's trailer as my only distraction from my
circumstances. I looked around at my tiny cage, knowing that, even
if I could get out, She Devil's hypnotic treatments had left me too
shy and modest to have the courage to try to escape. With a sigh,
I huddled down further in my clean straw and hugged my
embarrassingly exposed black woman's body a little tighter for
protection against the cold, naked night ahead.
FIN
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