Donna's Transformation

CHAPTER 7

[Week 6 - Tuesday]

Peter opened the bedroom door to check on Donna. She was propped up on a pile of pillows on the bed, legs open, stroking her cock and cumming. It was nearly noon. She'd been in the bedroom, eyes fixed on the video, since she arrived at six.

When she got there, she told Peter what happened to her in the woods and he asked her what she thought of it. Who did they rape? Don or Donna? She was confused, realized that she really couldn't answer. Peter told her to sit and stay calm; that, in fact, she should go into the bedroom and take off her clothes, get comfortable on the bed. She did, relaxing into the soft white sheets, her back propped on a pile of pillows.

Peter came in and handed her two pills and a glass of water. "Here. Aspirin. It'll calm you down." Donna smiled and accepted them, swallowed them, before it occurred to her to wonder what they really were.

Peter turned on the television, went into the other room and turned on a movie. It was a porno movie. A woman was tied standing in the middle of the room, arms high above her head, standing on her toes. A man stood beside her, a paddle in his hand.

"I don't watch this kind of thing," she said slowly.

"What do you mean, Don?" Peter asked.

"I'm not really into bonda...did you call me Don?"

"No. I called you Donna."

"You called me...Donna," she echoed but the words came out thick and slow. She watched the screen. The man had his hands on the woman's hips, was turning her around. Donna reached for her cock and started stroking it. The man swatted the woman on the bottom and Donna felt a jolt in her cunt. This was arousing her.

"You didn't like to have your ass fucked, did you Don?" Peter asked.

"No, I hated it, you don't fuck a straight man," she said.

"But, you're not a straight man are you Don? You let anyone who wanted to fuck your ass in the glory hole, Don. You're a cock lover, Don, aren't you?"

Donna squeezed her eyes, trying to focus. He was talking to Don. "Yes," Donna moaned, stroking herself, "I'm a cock lover, I love cock in my ass."

"But Donna, I thought you were going to be fucking women from now on." He went on in a monotone, his calm tone calculated to confuse her even further, talking as if everything she was doing was completely normal.

"Yes, I like fucking women but it isn't a real cock, I'm fucking them so I can get off..."

"You like to get off, don't you Don? That's why you seduce these women?"

"Peter, stop, Peter, stop, I don't know what I'm saying..." she muttered.

"I sent them, Don. I sent them to fuck you because the guys at the glory hole miss your mouth," he went on.

"That wasn't me. That was Donna. That was Donna, the ass whore. The...gay ass whore..." she stopped, everything was merging together and it made no sense. Peter took a small case out of his pocket and sat it on the bed between them.

"Watch the nice movie, honey," he said. Donna turned toward the screen, eyes locked on the woman's body as it twisted and turned in the air.

Peter opened the case and took out a syringe. He squeezed the air bubble out of it and pushed the tip into Donna's ass. She squirmed but the pills he'd given her relaxed her enough that she didn't care. And the new drug would take her even further, washing her in such confusion she wouldn't know if she was coming or going.

"Don?"

She raised her head slightly, eyes unfocused, breathing heavy.

"Yeah, man?"

"Don, if I brought you a woman like that, would you tie her up?"

Donna looked at the screen and locked her eyes on the woman's body. The muscles taut, pussy shaved and glistening, every muscle stretched as she supported her weight on the tips of her toes.

"Oh, fuck yeah, I would," Donna said. "Juuust like that. Just like that." She turned to Peter. "Then, I'd fuck her so hard. Oh yeah..." Donna stroked the cock and squirmed as she came. Peter had left by then, the movie still running. That was at seven, five hours ago.

Now, Donna was insane with lust, jerking herself off on the bed, swinging her arms as the man in the video swung the paddles. Peter had stepped in at around nine and gagged her, she'd been screaming when she came and he couldn't take a chance someone in another room would hear her.

"It's time to show you something," Peter said. Donna kept stroking her cock and cumming. Peter grabbed her wrist and she swung a fist at him. "Get the fuck away from me, dickhead!"

"Don, Don!" Donna froze, looked at him. "Don, I've got something special for you. You just need to come somewhere with me."

"No, I want to stay and watch the movie."

Peter smiled and looked at his watch. "OK, another hour then we have to go."

"Yeah, that's it man, that's it," Donna said, reaching for her cock again. She turned back to the screen. "Come on, man, smack that ass!"

At two in the afternoon, Peter brought Donna a sandwich. She ate with one hand, stroked with the other, pausing only once to cum. She pointed at the screen.

"Dig that, man. That bitch's pussy is pierced in four places. Wow, that would be something to see."

Look between your legs underneath that face cock, Peter thought, but didn't say anything.

"Yeah, that's hot," he said. "Listen, are you ready to go?"

Donna pressed the cock against her leg, raised her hand to her mouth and licked it. "Yeah, I guess I can take a break."

Peter turned off the television.

"Maybe later, you and me go pick up some pussy?" Donna said in a voice Peter found a little disconcerting.

"Listen, get your clothes on and meet me in the front room in five minutes."

Donna went into the bathroom and washed herself up, dried off and changed into a casual outfit - dark slacks and a t shirt with black shoes.

"Well, you look pretty casual," Peter said, adding "I like that."

"What's up?" Donna asked.

"Come on." Peter said, opening the door. "Party."

They drove twenty minutes and into an upscale residential area. Donna didn't recognize it, she didn't know this part of town. They pulled into a driveway and Peter parked. Donna stood with her hands in her pockets, waited for Peter. They walked to the door and Peter rang the bell.

A woman in a French Maid outfit opened the door. Donna looked at her ass, expecting to see skin but the woman wore a pair of white ruffled panties. Her legs and titties were sweet though, Donna thought. She showed about four inches of creamy white thigh between the tops of her black stockings and the panties and enough cleavage to give Donna a heart attack.

"Come in. This must be Don?" Peter nodded. "We've been expecting you."

The woman led them through a large entryway and down a hall into another large room. There were about twenty people there, mostly dressed in business clothes. Three of them stood out. One was a naked woman wearing high heels and carrying a tray loaded with drinks. The second was a man dressed head to toe in red latex. Nothing showed except his cock, which hung limp and puny between his legs, his balls swinging free underneath.

Donna shook her head. It was a veritable freak show. And everyone else walking around like nothing was going on. Her stomach started twisting. Bunch of fucking freaks. I'll bet half of them are gay and the other half lesbians.

"Donna?" She turned and recognized a face from work, one of the research assistants. She scanned the crowd again and it hit her. She knew most of these people. They all worked with her or were clients of her firm. Were they all kinky weirdos?

She looked around and saw the third freak. The figure was walking through the crowd, she only caught a glimpse now and then. She was wearing a pink dress with a big pink ribbon in her hair. She looked like an oversized Little Bo Peep. Her dress flared out around her big hips and she was wearing white tights. Her legs were big, muscular.

Donna looked at Peter. He just smiled and said, "mingle."

Donna looked around the room, saw a woman and immediately felt her cunt get wet. Her nipples responded too, stiffening and feeling the touch of the shirt she was wearing like little fingers caressing her flesh. She was walking toward the woman when she noticed the pink figure was just a few feet away. She looked at her from the back. Something about her was familiar, the way she stood, the way her shoulders hung, the tilt of her head.

Just as he turned around, Donna guessed.

"Roger?"

"Not Roger," she heard Peter say from just behind her. "Here, it's Lizzie." Peter  walked past her and put his arm around Power's shoulders. He stroked the wig gently. "Isn't it, Lizzie?"

"Yes, Mr. Peter," Roger whispered in a soft voice.

"Now, Lizzie," Peter said quietly. "Have you ever had a man touch you before? You know, in *that* way?"

Donna's eyes widened, she stared at Peter, her knees weak, terrified. "Have you, Lizzie?"

Roger was frozen too. Donna saw the look on his face. He was stunned and afraid. She didn't understand, she had assumed he was behind all of this.

The crowd was gathering now, everyone was quiet. The naked woman and the latex man stood statue still at the edge of the crowd. Only Peter moved.

"Lizzie, did you hear me?" Peter repeated. "Have you ever had a man touch your private parts?"

Roger shook his head. Donna saw his lip tremble, his face turning a deep pink.

"Well, you are going to let our friend Don touch you today. Do you understand?"

Roger sobbed, whispered, "Yes, Mr. Peter."

But Donna was shaking her head. "Peter, no, Peter, no, I can't, Peter..." She took a step backward but felt hands on her shoulders.

"Going somewhere?"

She turned around and saw Steve. Steve Fordson, the one who'd been after her job at AXR. The one she'd been sleeping with. She went limp but he held her.

"Figured it all out, have we?" he taunted her. "You fucking manipulative little cunt." He pushed her toward two men who reached out and held her tight. "You used your little pussy to get anything you wanted, didn't you? Well, you've got a cock now, don't you? And all that testosterone coursing through your veins." Steve leaned forward, his face inches from hers. "Oh yeah, you'd like to rip my fucking head off right now, wouldn't you? Huh, jerkwad?" Donna jerked forward but the men held her.

"How did it feel being the ass slut for all those boys at the bar?" He pushed his hand up down into her pants, jerked the cock. It snapped free and he held it up. "This bitch pretended to be a man. Can you imagine anything sicker than that?" Donna looked around. That was why Steve had brought her here - to destroy her in front of her coworkers. She felt her life crumble underneath her, she could never face these people again. She started crying.

"Oh, cut it the fuck out!" Peter yelled, slapping her face. "You spent weeks in a gay bar sucking cock, then you started seducing women - fucking straight women, then you gangbang truckers out in the woods and we're supposed to think you're embarrassed we know you wear a strap on?" His voice got louder and louder and Donna cringed. "We all know you're sick, you're a twisted sick fuck who isn't good for anything except some fun!"  He leaned into her again and said, loud, "isn't that right, Don?"

Calmly, he started unbuttoning her clothes, stripping her naked. "Or is it Donna today?" He stroked her mons. "Show them, honey. Show them what you begged me to do to you."

Tears flowing freely now, Donna pushed her hips forward, spreading her knees. The faces focused on the chains and rings, each of them whispering approval or disgust, but all reacting to the sight.

"Now, your ass."

She turned around and bent over. they could see her asshole was easily an inch distended, gaping while she stood there. "Forehead to the floor," Peter said. Donna leaned forward and braced herself with her hands, slowly folding herself in half until she pressed her forehead against the carpet. Peter leaned forward and spit into the open cavern, let the warm spit trickle down into her bowel.

Roger stood watching the whole time, his mouth quivering, his cock stiff underneath the dress. Peter looked at him, then at Steve.

"We should get this moving," Peter said.

Steve laughed. "Yeah, you're right." He handed Donna the penis. "Don. Don!" she stood up, tears streaming down her face but her lips set. "Put your cock back on Don. You're gonna fuck Little Bo Peep over here."

Roger stood perfectly still. Steve approached him. "Roger? I just want you to know how much I've enjoyed knowing you these last six years. When you told me about your kink three years ago, I wasn't judgmental, was I? In fact, I set you up with this great little audience, didn't I? And we've all rode this train to the top."

He raised his hand and the crowd raised their glasses. "A toast to Roger and Little Bo!"

Then, he walked to Donna. "Then, this cunt came along. Flashing her pussy at everyone, trying to rule the world with her hot little snatch. It took a long time, but didn't I say it would all come crashing down around her?"

The group toasted him again.

"And Peter. The master. He got the photos of the cunt and me, and the photos of the cunt and Roger. Peter, how did you get the goods on that little shit Rod?"

Peter laughed. "It was the easiest thing of all." He turned to Donna and laughed. "Your boyfriend has been circulating pictures of you naked, sucking and fucking all over the internet. He thinks it's funny, a 32 year old cumface slut hooking up with a surfer dude. He practically begged me to take the pictures."

Donna wanted to throw up, stood perfectly still, listening to him take apart her life. She hung her head, stared at the floor.

"Donna. Donna," he repeated. She looked up at him. "Has it sank in yet that you're not getting the promotion?" The crowd broke into laughter, but Steve waved his hand. "No, no, listen." He turned back to her. "Donna. You aren't going to lose your job over this. Or your position. You might lose your marriage, but that's a different kind of problem." She bit her lip but remained silent.

"No, we don't judge. How could we, right? Look at Roger. And Colleen. And David. No, we're one big happy kinky family here. And now that we've opened up all of these new horizons to you, you're free to choose which one you want to stick with. If any. You can be Don the ladies' man. Or Don the gloryhole cocksucker. Or Donna the ass slut. Or you can go back to your old life as Donna of the Golden Snatch and we will destroy you."

Steve stepped to Roger and stroked his wig. "Roger had the same choice two years ago. I think he made the right. He's still here. I made my choice, too."

Donna looked at him, the question obvious on her face. "I went through my initiation. Cross dressing. Spankings. Lots of other things. I decided I didn't want any of it but I was willing to take a leadership role in the group. That counted for a lot. And, I got to orchestrate your game as a perk." He stepped closer to Peter. "This guy's brilliant and a lot of fun to work with."

Donna stared at Steve, then at Peter, then at Roger.

"So what now?"

"Well, we all have to know where you stand. We think we know where Roger stands, unless he has changed his mind recently. You should know that what Little Bo Peep told you is essentially true. Roger's ass is a virgin ass. Bo Peep has never been touched." Peter and Steve stepped away from Roger and Donna. "Now, we just have to know where you stand."

The crowd stepped back and opened a small circle in the middle of the room. Donna approached Roger slowly, her cock swinging between her legs. She raised her right hand and pushed Roger's hair back off of his face. She kissed him gently, her hand sliding along Roger's chest, seeking the sensitive nipple. She saw that his breasts had grown, Steve had probably given him hormones as well. She teased both of his nipples erect, kissing him gently, sucking his tongue and licking his lips. Roger was moaning, legs parted, hands slowly caressing Donna's ass.

"Please fuck me," Roger whispered in a trembling voice. He leaned forward, bent at the waist, his hands on the small coffee table, supporting his weight.

Donna walked around behind Roger. She gently raised Bo Peep's skirt and slid her panties down over her ass. Then, she took her cock in her hand and spit on it, whispering to Roger, "just relax, it will only hurt for a minute."

THE END