Vixen
by Anita Wiener
"Shit!" he screamed. Bobby was as surprised as the rest of the class to hear his voice ringing out during the midweek exam. His outburst caught the attention of all of Bobby's classmates, especially the teacher, Mr. Jenkins.
"Outside!" Mr. Jenkins demanded.
Bobby got up from his small steel and wood desk, avoiding the stares of his classmates, and slouched toward the door of his Sophomore Trig class, followed immediately by his teacher. As the door closed, Bobby heard the previously silent class begin to chatter with comments like "he's gonna get it!" and "what's his problem?" He hated them all.
"What is your problem? You think it's OK to use that kind of disruptive language in my class?" Mr. Jenkins intoned.
"I don't know. I'm sorry. I don't know..." Bobby replied pathetically.
"This is unacceptable! You are really slipping Rob. You've gone from one of my best students to a nightmare! Your grades are awful, you don't pay attention in class, and now this? I want you to go to the principal's office and explain yourself, and I'll see you here for detention at three. Go!"
With that, Mr. Jenkins turned back to his classroom and tried to refocus the class on parabolic equations. Bobby just stood there. He didn't know why he had said it, or rather, screamed it, out loud. He was just obsessing over Rebecca Morgan again... she was probably still laughing at him and telling all her friends that "little Robby" had asked her out.
"He's right," Bobby thought. "I just don't fit in. My life sucks."
Bobby had never had sex. Like most teenagers, he thought all of his class had already done it, and that he was the last virgin on earth. Plus, he was masturbating two or three times a day. He felt bad about that. His parents, in the Christian tradition, had taught him that it was wrong. But every day, he took his dick in his hand and stroked away, thinking awfully sexual thoughts. He couldn't help it. It was very distressing to him, but he couldn't stop it. It was invading his life.
He wasn't as popular as the other kids in school. He wasn't on the football team and he didn't have many friends. This had only gotten worse recently. After he asked Becka out and was humiliated, he was a mess.
Bobby didn't go to the principal's office. He left campus. He had had enough. As he walked along the deserted country road, kicking stones, he started imagining what it would be like. Beautiful woman, big tits, long hair, cocksucker. He wanted to feel his dick inside her. He could see it. Almost touch it. His dick got hard. But he only had his thoughts to keep him company. "God I need sex!" He said out loud. "Can you hear me? I would give anything. I just.. I need..." He trailed off, embarrassed that he had been talking out loud.
Bobby, hearing a car coming down the road, turned around and stuck out his thumb. "Maybe I should go into the city" he thought as the car approached. It was slowing down. The car was a black 1960 Lincoln convertible. As it got closer, Bobby noticed that the driver was female, and was increasingly beautiful. The car came to a stop beside him.
"Where are you headed?" she asked in a strangely deep mysterious voice. She was beautiful. Pale white skin covering high cheekbones, ruby red, full, pouting lips, dark sunglasses. She had brunette hair in a kerchief, with a long wavy pony tail escaping over her shoulder and down over her generous cleavage. She was straight off a movie set -- gorgeous. There was something about her hair. It almost seemed to move, like a long mink slithering into her.
After a long pause Bobby answered "I don't know. Just that way, I guess." He lazily pointed down the road. He felt a little off balance, thinking, "maybe this will be the one." Practically every girl he saw prompted him to ask the same question, but this woman... she was the dream. And he had always heard how dangerous it was to hitchhike. Perhaps it would be dangerous, he thought. Wouldn't that be perfect.
"Me too. Hop in." There it was again. Her voice. It seemed to come from everywhere at once. Like she was lip synching perfectly to a sound that came from the sky.
Without any movement on her part, the door opened for Bobby. After being briefly startled, he studied the situation. "Must be some remote latch" he thought. He could see her figure in the car, perched on the red leather upholstery with one arm draped over the passenger seat. Her long nails matched the seats. She was wearing a short, tight leather mini dress and fishnet stockings. Bobby was scared. This situation had some weird vibes.
She turned toward him and leaned over, exposing the mounds of her breasts that were squeezed out of the tight fitting dress. "Come on now..." and gestured for him to enter.
"Wow" was all that Bobby could think. "What breasts!!!" he thought as he stumbled into the car, unable to remember why he was hesitating.
She replied "Thank you" as Bobby's butt hit the seat. The door shut immediately, WHAM! Click. It locked. Bobby was startled, checking his limbs to make sure he was clear of the door, and looking for the invisible hand that shut it.
He was feeling a huge rush of emotions. What was happening here? He was at once turned on by this brazen beauty that just lured him into her car, and frightened of the mysterious events, the door, her voice... "Thank you?" he thought. "What did she mean by that? Certainly I didn't say she had great breasts out loud? Did I? That would be twice in one day."
The woman stepped on the accelerator and the car peeled out, swerving dangerously onto the two lane country road. "My name is Vixen." she stated matter-of-factly.
"Oh" was all Bobby offered as a reply.
"So, you don't know where you are going, eh?" Bobby shrugged his shoulders. She continued, "Well then. We're going to have to find you a destination. Perhaps you would like to come into the city with me? I can always use another hand at the shop."
Bobby couldn't pay attention to what she was saying. That voice was so distracting. So sensual. And yet disturbing. And her figure. That dress was so tight, stretching across her flat stomach and up to hug those large breasts that perched on her chest like ripe juicy melons. As Vixen drove, the wind from the convertible caused her hair to brush over her tits. It looked like it was caressing them. Like it was a hand. Bobby watched out of the corner of his eye. He imagined it was his hand. Flowing gently into the cleavage, tickling her nipples, and flowing back to cup her whole breasts with his hands. In his mind he could feel her breasts. Soft and giving slightly to his touch. It was as though he could manipulate her hair. He made it run across her slender stomach and back up to her breasts.
Bobby pulled back from his fantasy and tried to pick up on the thread of their conversation. Doing his best to appear non-chalant, he replied "Yeah, maybe so" not exactly sure what he was replying to.
"Good. It's settled then. You will come with me." She turned and smiled at bobby, a wet and delicious smile. She looked so refined, but there was definitely something less than refined underneath that exterior.
Not sure what he was in for, Bobby stayed quiet. He didn't want to go back home, or go to school. He had no other plans. Plus, this Vixen woman -- how old was she? -- was somebody he didn't want to say no to. He wanted, however slight the chance, to play this hand out. He had nothing to lose, except his virginity, and he desperately wanted to strike out on his own and become a man. A trip to the city on the spur of the moment, with Vixen, may be just the trick. This promised to be an interesting trip.
Bobby's lips began to form a smile as they cruised down the road.
As Vixen and Bobby pulled to a stop he was momentarily confused. He didn't know where he was, exactly. He thought he was in the city, but it couldn't be. Could they have been driving that long? He didn't remember traveling this far. And it was dark outside. He decided he must have been asleep, though he couldn't remember it.
This was not any section of the city he had ever seen. It was run down, dirty and looked dangerous. The black Lincoln pulled up next to a dumpster in a dark alley with dark brick buildings on either side.
Vixen's car door opened, and she got out. Bobby saw her standing figure, and could fully appreciate the roundness of her hips for the first time. Her hair flowed around her body and tickled her butt, as if reading Bobby's mind, caressing her ass.
Bobby knew he had gone too far. It was after dinnertime. His parents would be pissed. "Fuck it," he thought. Even if he could get a ride back he wouldn't get home until after midnight. He was going to be in big trouble. Big trouble. Missing detention, not coming home. Might as well go all the way. I'm screwed anyway. It was time for a big shake up in his life and he was ready.
Bobby began to reach for the car door handle, but before he got it, the door unlocked and opened by itself. As if pulled by the rush of air from the opening door, Bobby found himself standing, and soon he was walking behind Vixen. The doors to the car slammed shut behind him.
Bobby liked this. Walking behind Vixen, watching her sway, appreciating her legs. He began to get a hard-on pressing against his Levi's, forcing him to adjust his walk as he followed her. He followed mindlessly as she silently strode up to an unmarked steel door. The door opened for her, as if by an invisible butler, and she entered the dark room.
Bobby followed. A few steps into the room, the door slammed shut and Vixen turned around. "Welcome home" she said. "Can I get you anything?"
Bobby thought he heard her right: "Can I get you anything?" but was almost certain he heard "before we fuck" immediately following. But her lips didn't move. He stared at her, wanting to put his hands around the curve of her tiny waist, to pull him onto his increasingly hard dick. Her hair flowed around her waist, moving in concert with his thoughts. "No, just the fuck." he thought in reply to her question.
She smiled a wicked sexual smile that devoured him and understood his wishes. She pulled the kerchief off of her head, down through her long hair and threw it onto the bed. She removed her sunglasses and he saw her eyes for the first time, eyes that almost seemed to glow in the darkened room. Next she reached behind her head pulled her pony tail in front of her, grabbing the bands that held it in place. She pulled the bands and threw them swiftly across the room, releasing long waves of abundant hair which restlessly cascaded about her, caressing every curve of her body. Her hair was unleashed and it immediately seemed unbelievable full and lustrous, now free to roam about her body. And it did. She was awash in waves of shining silky hair that seemed alive.
Bobby watched the strip show, his painfully hard dick leaving stains of pre-cum on his pants. He was mesmerized. She was perfect. This was some kind of a dream. He could make her do anything he wanted, he thought. He wanted her to molest him. Immediately, she began to approach him with a hungry determined look on her face. She placed her hands on his hips, her long nails digging into his sides, and planted a deep kiss on his lips. Their wet mouths opened and they began furiously kissing and grabbing at each other.
It was unreal. None of it seemed real. It was a dream, with all the pleasures of the flesh. It went exactly as he wished. He was completely lost in the fantasy, not aware of any of his surroundings. Only Vixen. Vixen with the long shiny hair. He wanted to release his dick from its denim prison. He felt a hand rub into his crotch, stroking it from outside his jeans. The deep massage worked up from his balls to the tip of his dick. He winced from the intensity of the feeling on his dick. It felt so good it almost hurt.
Vixen was pulling him toward her with both hands, kissing him frantically and rubbing his crotch. Bobby realized it was her hair that was rubbing his crotch. Her magic hair. Like a dream, it knew exactly how to please him, rubbing deeply, cupping his balls, working the shaft of his dick. Her hair was another pair of hands, satisfying him. His pants were unbuttoned, unzipped and dropped to his ankles in one single sweeping motion.
Vixen dropped to her knees, her face directly in front of Bobby's BVDs. Slowly, she brought her hands around the bands of his underpants and pulled gently downward, stopping to reveal only the head of his dick. She cocked her head sideways, then back as if relishing and wondering which approach she should take. She planted a kiss on the wet head, then took just the tip in her lips, with a brief little suck. Then she dropped his shorts down to his balls. With his dick standing at attention, she reached in with one hand, stretching the elastic, and cupped his balls with her hand. Vixen leaned forward and took the head of his penis into her mouth. She backed off to look up toward Bobby. Her look told him that she was enjoying this. He wanted to be kissing her so badly -- to enjoy the mouth that was sucking him off. She returned to his dick and cocked her head sideways preparing to offer her entire mouth and throat to his swollen dick. He looked down and could only see her silky hair still rustling about her figure. Vixen took him into her mouth and slowly worked all the way down the shaft until Bobby felt his dick pressing the back of her throat. She stopped briefly, turning her head slightly, and continued downward, his cock entering the depths of her esophagus. She swallowed his entire cock, all the way down the shaft of his dick, and she reached out with her tongue, trying for more.
Bobby's heart was racing wildly. He couldn't hold it any longer. He had to cum! He exploded into her. His entire body tensing, thrusting upward on pins and needles. Bursts of jism raced into her, down her throat. She continued to grab him, to pull him toward her, sucking his cock feverishly, draining every last drop of his load. They were bucking up and down in unison as the face fuck climaxed.
But Vixen wouldn't stop. She was hurting him. His load was gone and she continued to buck and suck and grab. The room was filled with her sexual desires. He was helpless to stop it. It wasn't Bobby's fantasy anymore. It was hers now and it was painful and scary to Bobby.
Abruptly, Vixen pulled off of his dick and pulled Bobby down to her. Her hands rubbing his arms and back as he lowered down to her and onto his knees in front of her. She put her hands around his face, grabbed his head and kissed him. Hard. He could taste his cum in her mouth, salty and sweet. This was the mouth that he now worshipped. The mouth that sucked him off for the first time in his young life. He loved kissing her. Tasting the evidence of his sexual encounter on her invading tongue. Bobby wanted to fuck her. He never imagined that his first encounter would be a blow job.
Vixen pulled back and offered him that same smile she had offered before. But this time it was different. Bobby didn't feel in control. He was a little frightened of that look. Vixen leaned back, spreading her legs wide, all the while staring at Bobby. He was frozen, excited, scared. She reclined fully, still dressed in her leather mini dress, and pressed at the front of her skirt with her hands, her cleavage squeezing up with her arms.
Bobby was lost in the moment. Nothing else existed. Only Vixen's desires and Bobby's desire to satisfy her. His dick was still hard, and he wanted to use it. He leaned forward, his dick pushing under the front of her skirt, and kissed her breasts. Vixen grabbed his cock with both her hands, wrapped her legs around him and pulled him all the way onto her. His dick pressing into her willing flesh. He began to work his dick around the opening, looking for a way in, as they began to kiss. Her breasts, pushing up against him, he felt her hard nipples through the leather dress as she moaned "Take me. Take me now" Bobby began to work his cock into her flesh, rubbing, searching, massaging, until he found a willing opening. He pushed his dick harder, working it in, amazed at the pleasures of the flesh. Vixen was grabbing his ass now, her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him onto her harder and more desperately than before. The head of his cock was inside of her now stretching the skin of her opening, He worked his cock out, then in a little more. Again. Then again. The entire length of his cock was swallowed up by her. He could feel it pressing up against her insides.
Vixen screamed a loud frightening scream. A scream of pain. A scream of pleasure. Desire. Bobby responded by pounding her harder with his dick, pushing all the way in with each stroke of his long cock. He felt like a stud. Vixen was writhing, arching her back, offering her tits to Bobby as she continued to moan and scream. Like two wild animals in heat, they fucked furiously, sweating, pushing, twisting. The sound of their groans filled the room with passion. Vixen's hair began to wrap around her and work up to Bobby's chest, massaging his breasts while her hands squeezed and scratched his buttocks, urging him to pump harder, faster.
To Bobby, this was all a dream. A fantasy. He was having the sex of his dreams. Like a dream, he didn't control what happened. There were no rules. Anything could happen. And it was. As he pumped his dick into her, he could barely see her face, obscured by the darkness. He looked down toward her breasts and saw them looming out of the top of her outfit toward him, beckoning him. Her hair was surrounding him pulling and massaging him. His chest was being pulled and stretched. Vixen reached her mouth up to Bobby's chest and began to suck on his nipples, working his breasts, while he continued to pound his dick into her. He could feel his nipples get hard and he liked it. He wondered if this was how a woman felt when her breasts were suckled. His breasts were like those of a woman and he offered them to Vixen. He imagined how wonderful it must feel to have huge breasts, to be able to hold them out in front of you and offer the cleavage to a lover, to Vixen. In his mind, the weight of his breasts was wonderful, as Vixen sucked, pulled and massaged his breasts.
As if she understood his fantastical thoughts, Vixen moaned, "I love your breasts!" She continued to suckle. Bobby imagined he was a woman. A woman fucking another woman. It felt perverted and wonderful -- like his masturbation. He wanted to have long hair to match his breasts. Wider hips. Soft feminine features. He wanted to mirror Vixen's sensual appearance. Vixen kissed Bobby on the mouth, grabbing his face with her hands. "... and your lovely face. Your beautiful hair." And she ran her fingers through Bobby's long blonde hair. "Oh Roberta. Oh Roberta, fuck me!" Vixen moaned. Bobby, lost in the fantastical dream, continued to oblige. His hard cock pressing into Vixen's warm hole, as their breasts pressed together and their long hair mingled about their bodies.
Vixen was an animal, growling with pleasure. Bobby was a woman, engaging in lesbian sex. He was enjoying another woman's body, in a way that only another woman could. With each thrust of his dick, he could imagine Vixen's sensations. He wanted to feel what she felt, as a woman. He came to understand that he was fucking Vixen in the ass. His dick stretching the skin of her sphincter as he pummeled her asshole repeatedly as she begged for more. "Fuck me. Fuck me harder!" Bobby and Vixen were two of a kind. Beautiful women, large breasts, long hair, willing assholes, and a dick under the skirt. Bobby could feel Vixen's cock rising from under her raised skirt, caressing his belly, fucking his navel. It was hard. It was wet. He could feel the shaft of her dick working into his stomach creating a warm and wet haven to fuck him as he fucked her. Their dicks pumped together in time. They shared every sensation. Cocks throbbing in unison. Pulsating. He pushing into her ass, she fucking his stomach. They moaned together now, breasts to breasts, mouth to mouth, cock to cock.
Vixen's long beautiful hair was caressing Bobby's beautiful female form, working down his back, stroking his beautiful long hair. Her hair worked to his ass, caressing the folds of skin near his opening. Bobby wanted it. He wanted to feel a cock in his ass. Then he was getting fucked up the ass. Vixen's hair had become a cock. With each stroke of Bobby's dick, he too was pummeled in the rear. Painful pleasure. The intensity was overwhelming. Like three dicks, all working in time, each finding a warm wet home in willing female flesh. His ass was pounded, while he pounded into Vixen and while Vixen's cock pounded into his navel. Over and over in perfect rhythm as their mouths locked in desperate passionate embrace.
Bobby couldn't stand it. It was too intense. Fucking and being fucked. Being a woman and being a man. It was too much. He thought he was going to pass out and wake up from the fantasy, or he was going to explode with orgasms in both his ass and cock. The room grew darker as he got dizzy, continuing to fuck and fuck. He couldn't get enough.
In and out, again and again. Cocks dancing in wet flesh, writhing and pulsating with the rhythm of their continued anal orgasms. She moaned and grabbed his face with her hands and they locked tongues while the motion of their bodies continued relentlessly. As they kissed, their groans got louder, their cocks pumped faster and they embraced, bodies locking tightly forcing their tits upward into their faces until her anus grabbed his cock tight, stopping him completely. Like a wrench, its hold was in escapable, causing him to wince in pain as her cock pushed up into his belly harder, farther, searching for an opening, finally pulsating in a blast of cum that sprayed into their tightly clenched bodies. His excitement was so overwhelming that he began to cum while her anus continued the tight hold on his cock. Slow building pulsating cum exited his penis into her asshole while her cock pushed and sprayed cum further into their embracing bodies, lubricating their movements. Vixen's anus began to release and Bobby exploded inside of her, her cock, his, her anus, his all pulsating to the same hypnotic rhythm. All at once, Bobby's female form was complete and married to hers as they writhed in mutual sexual with her cum spread between their bodies. They continued to embrace as their pulsating orgasms slowed and surged back and forth, playing off one another. Bobby passed out with the intense pleasure of a cock up his ass still fresh in his mind and with a huge grin on his face.
Bobby awoke. Startled. Not sure where he was. He began to remember the amazing night. Vixen. Awesome sex. Sex was so much better than he ever dreamed. And that fantasy about being a woman. "How much of that fuck session was a dream, and how much was real?" he wondered.
The room was dark. He assumed he was still in Vixen's place. That it must be night. Bobby tried to focus, to gather some details from the room, but few details were forthcoming. It was just too dark. He could see the general size of the room, and that it disappeared off to the right. There seemed to be no furniture in the room. And a set of stairs immediately to his right.
"Good Morning Roberta."
It was Vixen's voice! Right next to him! Bobby jumped up, his heart threatening pound out of his chest, and turned to his left to see Vixen sitting right there. The room immediately grew brighter and he could see her, sitting in a soft chair, still wearing her leather and fishnets and looking stunning. Bobby began to calm down as he saw those breasts and that hair, remembering the embrace from the night before. How good that felt. He took a deep breath and put his hand to his bare chest.
They were still there! He had huge mounds of flesh on his chest. "I'm still dreaming" he thought. They were wonderful gorgeous breasts. He stood there staring at them, admiring, knowing that he must still be asleep. This was just a dream. A dream that felt more real than any waking sensation he had ever had as his hand brushed against his nipples, making them hard. A tingle ran up his spine.
As a dream, this was pretty cool. Bobby had never been gay. Never really thought about it. But like all teenage boys, he had longed to touch and hold a woman's breasts. To kiss them. To fondle them. He often masturbated while imagining he was sucking on a woman's breasts. But now. Now, he could touch them, and feel them being touched! Another shiver ran over his whole body, giving him goose-bumps. He didn't want this dream to end too soon. He remembered how it felt to have Vixen suckle his breasts. To have his long hair running down his back. He could feel the hair now. It was still there. Now in the lighted room, he turned to see his hair, long and blonde running in gentle soft ringlets down from his head down to the tip of his butt. Beautiful. Full. Golden and lustrous.
Vixen smiled, appreciating her new man-woman. "You are beautiful Roberta. And quite a fucking machine." Vixen's voice entered Bobby's head, drawing him from his trance-like state. He looked over at Vixen, now conscious, that if this wasn't a dream, it would be very embarrassing. A worried look crossed his face as he made a hopeless effort to cover up with his hands.
"Ohhh. I'm disappointed. After what we shared last night? And you are shy today? You should not be shy. You should be proud. Stand tall. Such a beautiful woman. With such a lovely surprise between her legs." Vixen teased him, raising her eyebrow in a flirtatious taunt.
Bobby was trying to wake up. He wanted the dream to end now. He needed to know that this was a dream. He needed control. He needed to be home in his own bed. He needed to get ready for school. To go to his damn trig class. But he couldn't snap out of it. He shook his head violently. His long hair flew about the room covering him in silky golden curls. He shook his body. His breasts bounced heavily, stretching and pulling his skin. Vixen was still there. Bobby was still there, afraid this might not be a dream.
He couldn't wake up. And everything felt so real. But it couldn't be. Things like this don't happen. Bobby was starting to hyperventilate, unable to comprehend his situation.
"Relax. Relax my little girl" Vixen soothed. "You are safe. Everything will be OK." Vixen got up from her chair and walked to Bobby. "There there." She placed one hand on his shoulder, and caressed Bobby's face with the other. "Bobby is gone now. You can let him go. You are Roberta and you are lovely." She gestured toward the wall, and Bobby saw a mirror... it couldn't be right. His face, his expressions, his every gesture was emanating from a beautiful naked blonde girl, his age, his height. He looked at Vixen in the mirror, then back to Roberta. Their figures were remarkably similar. They were both stunningly beautiful with gentle female facial features framed by a glorious head of lustrous hair flowing down past huge breasts, tiny waist and wide hips. He tested the mirror, turning sideways, lifting a foot to show long legs. No matter what he did, the beautiful young girl in the mirror mocked him. Never before had he been presented with a naked woman, and one so beautiful. But he was that woman. He wanted to have her. To touch her breasts and run his fingers through her hair. But she was not another person. She was him.
"You see? You are beautiful. You are perfect." Vixen reassured her. "You must get used to the new you. Get comfortable with your body. You were very comfortable last night!" Vixen winked.
Bobby reached for his breasts in the mirror and saw Roberta touching herself. His dick responded to the sexy image. "Oh wow! Look at that!" he thought. "I still have a dick." He marveled at the absurdity of this beautiful woman with a dick between her legs. The kinkiness of it excited him more as his dick continued to rise. He instinctively reached down to grab it, dick in one hand, breast in the other, framed by the silhouette of his incredibly female form. Vixen was smiling at the sight of his hard cock. She knew that any man couldn't resist being attracted to Roberta... even if Bobby was Roberta. Bobby was responding as a horny teenage male to the sight of a sexy, nude, blonde sexpot standing before him. He was a little less afraid now, fascinated by the vision and the feelings. He stood there with his dick in his hand and watched the blonde figure in the mirror stroke her breasts, and wiggle around for him.
"Okay. That's enough" Vixen warned, her voice sounding suddenly serious. Bobby turned to the sexy Vixen and obeyed her wishes. "Roberta, you are mine now. You belong to me. You will obey me. I given you the gift of female flesh, and in return, you will be mine forever. You will be a member of my shop. My stable."
As Vixen spoke, Bobby couldn't believe what he was hearing. Yesterday a lonely virgin boy. Now a female slave? It was ridiculous. Absurd. The preposterous situation was unanswerable. He listened to her and simply nodded, dumbfounded by it all. Trig class was long gone. He couldn't imagine going home looking like this.
Vixen waved her hand and the door at the top of the stairs swung open. Heavy footsteps came down the stairs. Bobby could see it was a man. A large man. As the man came down the stairs he could see that it was a very large black man, shirtless, wearing leather stirrups. Vixen continued "This is Ben. You will satisfy him. You will be a woman for him." Ben reached the bottom of the stairs and continued toward the two women. Bobby's cock shriveled at the sight of this huge black man and the threat of sex with him. "Ben. This is Roberta. She is a new recruit, just like you like 'em. I trust you will enjoy her fully. I'll return when you are finished." Vixen walked out of the room around the corner to the right into the darkness.
Bobby just stood there waiting for the punchline, looking from Vixen, to Ben, then back to the corner where she had gone. Alone with the black man, Bobby started to protest "But! I..."
Ben was on Bobby immediately. In one swift move his huge arm swung out grabbing Roberta's shoulder and gripping it ferociously.
"NO!!!" Bobby screamed and turned to run. This couldn't be happening. What was this! "Let me go!!!" He yelled, flailing his arms back toward the dark hulking figure behind him. "Vixen!!!!"
Ben's other arm grabbed Bobby's long hair, pulling him back and down toward the ground. "Ahhh!!!!" he screamed repeatedly. Somebody must hear me. Save me. The awesome power of the black man was inescapable as Bobby was forced to his knees on the floor. Ben's bruising grip caused blazing streaks of pain to shoot through Bobby's body. Powerless to resist, Bobby groaned "No. No. You don't understand. You can't."
Ben pulled the beautiful screaming Roberta back toward him, staring at that soft white ass that inched closer to his dick. He let go of her hair and clenched one of her hips. Now holding one of her shoulders, and one hip, slammed her rear into his groin, relishing the way her wide hips hugged his front. "Oh baby yeah..." he grunted. "I'm gonna get me some of this."
Bobby screamed as he was thrust up into the air, and back against Ben's groin. Over and over he screamed. But it progressed relentlessly and he felt a huge cock swelling and pressing into the soft flesh of his female ass.
Ben released Roberta's shoulder and reached into his groin for his cock, wanting to fuck this little bitch and listen to her scream. His huge cock swelled in his hand. He was going to enjoy this.
Bobby, feeling that Ben only had one hand holding him in place tried to make a run for it. But Ben stopped him immediately, crushing Bobby's now frail little body with insurmountable weight.
Ben laughed, and let his weight crush the frisky little girl, his now hard dick pressing into her tender crack. He reached down and pushed his cock, with its huge head, toward the tender little opening of Roberta's asshole. The sweat on his cock provided enough lubrication so that he could rub around her ass, gliding around her soft parts, feeling where the opening would soon be. He focused in on the precise spot where he would impale her ass, forcing her tiny pale frame to swallow his entire pole.
Bobby couldn't breathe. His breasts were flattened on the floor. And he could feel the black man's monstrous meat pressing around his butt, looking for a way in. He tried to scream, but nothing came out. He flexed his butt cheeks, vainly trying to offer resistance against the monstrous force that was burying him.
Ben found her anus and in one swift motion, buried his cock deep in her ass. He smiled as she screamed, knowing he had torn her up real bad, shredding the flesh around tender virgin ass.
Bobby found his voice and screamed as a huge hole was opened in his rear end by a relentless unforgiving dark cock. Tears streamed down his face as the searing pain burned up his insides. It was unbearable. He needed to separate himself from the pain. He turned his head, and through his tears he saw the mirror. The huge black man was fucking that blond girl up the ass. The girl with the long hair, nice tits, round ass. He was that girl. He was Roberta.
That was Bobby's escape from the unbearable situation... the girl in the mirror. Roberta. The black man was not fucking Bobby, he was fucking Roberta. And she looked so beautiful. Through her tears, he could see her ass swallowing the huge cock with each thrust. He could see her tits pressed against the floor. Her long blonde hair cascading down her back, contrasting against Ben's dark skin. Roberta could enjoy this.
At that moment, Bobby became Roberta. He was the girl in the mirror. He was Roberta as she focused on the pain in her asshole and turned it into a deeply sexual suffering. A woman could enjoy this... I could enjoy this. Roberta sat still no longer and began to work with the black man's rhythmic pounding of her anus. In and out. It was almost good. His power was awesome.
"Yes!" she heard herself moan, forcing herself into a new mindset. "More" she said. "I want it. Oh. Yes! Pound me! Harder!" she begged and she pressed her butt onto his cock. This was a dream again. None of it was real. Roberta could break all the rules. Roberta loved it. Roberta wanted more. Her mouth was watering as she began to appreciate her assets, her awesome body being offered up to this relentless machine. "Fuck Me!"
Ben loved it. He knew this bitch wanted it. She was hot from the get-go. Just needed some convincing, he thought. He pounded her ass hard, giving into her new requests to be fucked. "That's right baby. Take it." He slammed into her, feeling her loosen up, and work with him on each thrust. He began to take his weight off of her and pulled her up into doggy-style position. "How you like that bitch?" He said.
Roberta loved it. Her tits hanging down, huge under the pull of gravity, and her hair flailing around as she tossed her head side to side, reeling from the painful pleasure. "Yes. More!" Roberta was becoming a woman. Getting fucked. She remembered fucking Vixen. How she loved it. She remembered how Vixen loved to suck cock. "Yes!" Roberta wanted to suck cock. She wanted to taste Ben's semen. She wanted to see his big black dick thrusting into her face.
"I want your cock! Give me your cock!" Roberta was screaming, begging for Ben's meat.
Ben pulled his cock out of her ass and said "Come and get it bitch."
Roberta turned around and swallowed his pole, sucking furiously. Slurping moaning sounds escaped from her lips as she thrust herself onto him. She had found herself. She was Roberta.
Over the next few weeks, Vixen introduced Roberta into the shop, showing her the ropes. The "Shop" turned out to be a beauty shop for transvestites and a specialty dating service that offered she-males to her exclusive clientele. Roberta also got to meet all the other "girls" including Jasmine. Jasmine had been recruited into the shop 5 years earlier and was very experienced. Roberta took an instant liking to her and they became the best of friends. Eventually Jasmine took over her training.
Over time, Roberta completely forgot about her former life and never even thought about it. Her life was completely fulfilling now. There were no regrets.
Vixen's magic was never fully understood by any member of her shop. But everyone understood that their everlasting beauty and new lives were directly attributable to Vixen, with her long, dark, wandering hair.