Chapter 7
Cherie knew she was going to be walking a tightrope here. The unmarked store was in the middle of nowhere, and existed for one reason only, as a sort of clearinghouse for a company known as Lovecraft Enterprises. You won't get any hits for it on Google if you search Lovecraft, at least none that would send you to this store. Bernadette Adams' family was the owner and sole client of the store. They needed a business name in the US as they did in every country they operated in, in order to purchase supplies and materials needed for their very specialized export company. It was also a staging area, of sorts, for women that had been chosen by the organization to be included in their activities. Cherie knew more than she could tell Mindy right now, but she didn't know everything. In fact, she new almost nothing. For all Cherie knew, the white haired Amazon was just a driver for some rich dyke who liked kinky sex slaves. Over her five years of employment, Cherie had seen Bianca bring hundreds of girls through the door; they all seemed to come from different parts of the country. She had seen all shapes and sizes too, in fact she marveled at the diversity of girls she had to process in this place. She took one look at Mindy, and she thought, "They must be looking for a willowy one this time." The job had its drawbacks, she was bored quite often. She could go months without a phone call or a single person to talk to. Of course it wasn't all bad, she was always left alone with the girls during processing, and sometimes that had its... errm..."Perks". But it was a job, and they paid her well.
Cherie continued to rub Mindy's long slender leg. She felt as if Mindy wasn't even noticing her subtle seduction, she was too busy trying to figure out what was happening to think about Cherie's shameless groping. She had seen it before.
"Let's start form the beginning Mindy, ok?" The girl nodded eagerly, anxious for someone to tell her what was going on. "Ms. Adams has sent you to me. I have instructions to help you with a sort of transformation. Does that sound right so far?"
"Yes." Mindy responded, happy to go at such a slow and deliberate pace.
"Good, sometimes that part can be a little confusing for some."
Mindy didn't know what she meant, but nodded just the same. Cherie's hand slowly stroked her leg, her fingertips tracing lines along her inner thigh. Mindy didn't even realize, but the chubby girl was writing words slowly on her skin with her fingertip. She was sending her subtle subliminal messages; "Spread Legs" was the first one.
"Today we are going to focus just on changing your look sweetie. I'm going to take some measurements, all kinds of silly measurements. We are going to look into fitting you with things you will need for the next part of your transformation. Now I know you want to know all about that part, but I'm not the one to tell you. Before you leave here I will give you an opportunity to find that out. Does that all sound simple enough so far Cupcake?"
Mindy sighed and looked into the kind eyes of the girl sitting next to her. She felt warm and safe. Maybe the safest she had felt since her email "Pinged" two days ago. She was happy to be on this comfortable couch, she felt her face flush with contentment, and there was something else too. The only thing wrong at this point was that she still hadn't eaten since last night and her stomach was angry. Just then she felt Cherie's hand push her dress up and expose her panties for the second time that day.
"Now Cupcake, we are going to have to do a bit of an inspection, it won't be one like you have had before. Just relax and trust that I will take care of you. You do trust me don't you Cupcake?"
Mindy felt the same sort of feelings she had last night staring into the mirror, she felt like she was being dangled over a cliff with no net under her. She felt out of control and scared, her body was sending her signals she couldn't process yet. This was the first woman to ever touch her intimately, Mindy did trust her; she had to. She knew Bianca would be there on the other side of this for her, and Bianca would be able to take her back to beautiful Bernadette. So she nodded at the girl and in a whisper almost too faint to be heard.
"Yes I trust you Cheri."
"Outstanding!" The tubby little minx said. "Now what do you say to a little bit of fun. You do like fun don't you Cupcake? I thought you might. Now stand up for me, you sexy twig you, I need to get some measurements. Get those clothes off you."
Mindy responded with a moment of hesitation, she wasn't exactly asked to take her clothes off, she was just told to. A girl she had just met, a girl she didn't even know. But Mindy did as was expected. As she unzipped her dress and let it fall, she realized this was the first time she had stripped in front of a woman since 6th grade gym class. She stood in front of Cherie with yesterday's underwear on, she certainly would have made a different choice if she had known what was going to happen. The crotch of her panties were now indistinguishable as red any longer, the wetness had turned them to dark blue, with a ring of dried white residue around the gusset. Cherie grinned like a painted Cheshire cat at the sight.
"Wow you do have some legs on you girl, and I can see you are getting your 'naughty jollies' out of me bossing you around. That will come in handy. Now put your hands at your side, its time for me to see exactly what the Lovecraft folks are getting." The plump tart looked at Mindy's body with hooded eyes, like a cobra ready to strike, Mindy thought.
"Holy Shit, Girlie, those nipples look like they belong on a cow."
Mindy felt she was about to be swallowed up by embarrassment, she had spent her whole life hiding her nipples and now this stranger was teasing her about them. The humiliations she felt, however, seemed to have a contradictory effect on her. Her pussy swelled with anticipation, and began to ooze her pungent juices as they gathered in her matted pubic hair and slid down the inside of her thigh.
"Cupcake, we really don't have time for modesty any longer. I said put your hands at your side." The girl laughed aloud; "Jesus Cupcake, shave much? I haven't seen a bush like that since I stopped watching 1970's fuck flicks. C'mere, let me get a look at that."
Mindy was humiliated beyond her wildest imagination. Cherie reached out and twirled her fat fingers into Mindy's blonde muff, causing the girl to whimper helplessly. Mindy's hair was so long that she could wrap the downy fur around her chubby digits several times.
"Let's go Cupcake, we need to get you fitted."
With that, Cherrie stood and began to lead the girl across the store, her fingers still clutching the girl's tender pubic hair. They made their way toward the drawers in the wall. It hurt Mindy to be pulled like this, but she somehow didn't mind. She groaned a bit as she followed so closely behind the squat girl, she could tell that Cherie was enjoying the game, and truth be told, so was Mindy.
"Up you go Cupcake, stand on that box."
Cherie stood behind her and smiled at her in the fitting mirror that they both faced. The short woman barely came up to Mindy's breasts as they looked at each other. There was a flurry of activity over the next several minutes as Cherie began to manhandle the young woman. Her hands moved her to the positions she needed her to be in for a specific measurements. At one point Cherie forced Mindy into a squatting position so she could measure the circumference from her shin up and over her thigh. She also needed specific hand measurements; each digit's length and width were meticulously noted. Cherie dictated detailed notes into a voice recorder about every measurement of Mindy Swanson, and every one of them would be needed. Mindy thrilled at the feeling of Cherie's hands all over her. She liked when she was forced into difference stances and made to twist in awkward positions. Mindy's body swooned at the physical contact with the demanding girl and the slimy smear of cunt juice along her inner thigh was evidence.
"They will have to special order your suit I bet love, not many girls come through here with legs and arms as long as yours. I only have a few more to take Cupcake, lift your leg and let me see your foot."
Mindy looked like a large naked stork as she stood on one leg. "Ankle size 7, and a 9 ½ shoe."
"What am I being fitted for exactly Cherie, why on earth do you need my wrist, ankle and throat measurements?"
Cherie didn't answer her, she knew that making a mistake could cause weeks of delay, if her "Bitch Suit" didn't fit. The chubby girl had just about enough depriving herself of any fun; she was allowed certain luxuries in her position. She was not allowed to have sex with any of the applicants, but she was allowed to make them orgasm, and she had developed quite a taste for that particular challenge. She could see that Mindy Swanson was inexperienced with women; that was obvious. Being a heavier girl, Cherie adored the opportunity to make tall skinny beautiful women struggle for their orgasms. It seemed a sort of sexual justice, and Cherie was feeling particularly vengeful today.
"Alright Cupcake, how are you feeling so far?"
Mindy's heart was pounding in her chest, the pit of her stomach ached with hunger and anxiety, her pussy seemed to have a running faucet inside of it judging from the amount of fluid that now dangled from her matted pubic hair, and she felt the onslaught of another massive headache coming on.
"I... well... to be honest, I am not feeling too well, I was wondering if maybe we could take a break?"
Cherie looked at the women thoughtfully as if to be considering her request, however, she had no intention of letting her off the hook now that she had her so close to the breaking point.
"You know what Cupcake, we are almost done, what do you say we just forge ahead? We will be done in just a few minutes."
Mindy summoned all the energy she could find to continue, her face was contorted with distress, and more than once she covered her rumbling stomach to hide the noise.
'Awwww, are you hungry Dollface? I'll see what I can do about getting something in that tummy before you leave." And with a crooked smile and gleam in her eye, she prepared to give the young woman her first female-induced orgasm.
"Get on your hands and knees Cupcake, no one leaves the Cocoon without being fitted properly. I could get in big trouble if I didn't have your anal port put in, and you wouldn't want me to get in trouble would you now Cupcake?"
Mindy was just too exhausted to put up much of a fight, all she could muster was a weak question.
"No I don't want you to get into any trouble, but what is an A... An... Anal Port? And what do I need one for?"
Cherie was grinning from ear to ear as she held what looked like a piece of a long balloon. It was a flesh colored rubber tube, open on both ends. It was about 4 inches long and appeared to be very flexible to Mindy.
"This, Cupcake, is one of the most important parts of your transformation process. What we have been doing here this whole time is preparing you to transform yourself from the woman you were in the life that you hated, into a woman of desire; a glorious sensual being whose life is no longer limited by the restrictions from society or people who lack the courage to find a better life. Simply put Cupcake, your Anal Port is last ingredient you need to change your life. You do want to change your life, don't you, Dollface?
Everything Mindy just heard made sense to her; she did want to change, she did hate her life, she did want to give pleasure and be in the service of others. Mindy looked at the round faced girl and nodded.
"Yes I want that... I want my Anal Port."
Cherie felt her cunt gush at the slim woman's words. Fuck, she loved her job.
Chapter 8
"Alright Cupcake, crawl over here."
Mindy saw raw passion in Cherie's eyes as she stood still and pointed at her boot clad feet. Cherie had pulled the towel off a shiny tray, the contents of which Mindy couldn't see. Mindy crawled for the first time in her life at the demand of another, a sexual being and woman no less, it wouldn't be her last. On all fours Mindy found herself panting, exhausted by everything that had lead her to this point. She felt almost no strength in her muscles, she felt completely receptive to the girl and to her new life. Cherie walked behind her and pushed the play on her iPod player, as usual the speakers began to blare some 1980's Hair Metal band. Cherie loved 80's Hair Metal, and wondered why anyone listened to anything else. The opening chords of Poison's "Fallen Angel" caused Cherie to whimper a little, such a fitting song for her anal deflowering. Cherie turned it down just enough for "Little Miss Skinny Fuck" to hear her speak.
"All right Girlie, spread you knees apart and lower your face down onto the floor... yes that's it, just like that. Get a little lower Dollface, make sure you get those udders flat on the ground. Very good, now I need you to arch your back; stick your ass up high in the air. Come On... Higher! Yep, just like that."
Cherie pulled a metal bowl off the tray; she used this to keep her floor clean. She slid the bowl between the woman's long legs, and centered it between her knees.
"Now this is going to feel a little cool at first. This is good lube; the expensive stuff. The Lovecraft folks have this made up special for them by some German racing company, or something."
Mindy let out a soft coo as she felt Cherie rub the cold lubricant onto her virgin asshole.She knew what was coming; she knew she would be penetrated anally. It had been a fantasy of hers for years, but had never moved much past a soapy finger in the shower. Cherie took her time rubbing her pink star, by now the girl had become an expert at rimming the assholes of beautiful women. She had seen virtually every size, color and style of women's butt holes; she had lubricated hundreds of them. It was a rare treat, however, to get one that had never been used before. It would be a nice end to a very long week of work.
"Just breath Girlie, this is going to feel a little weird."
Cherie pressed her index finger at the center of the woman's quivering sphincter. She held it there for a few long seconds, letting the poignancy of the moment resonate for the both of them, and then she pressed inward, piercing the tender virgin flesh of Mindy's tight anal ring. Mindy let out a low muttering groan at the first signs of discomfort, some time later she would laugh at herself for considering the width of the girl's finger to be anything to whimper about.
"...She stepped off the bus out into the city streets Just a small town girl with her whole life packed in a suitcase by her feet..."
Cherie savored the next few minutes; she wasn't as much finger fucking the girl's ass as she was playing a sexual instrument. She was slow and deliberate, letting the quivering woman feel every nuance of the moment. The slick lubricant made it easy for her to slip her finger deep into Mindy's rectum. She held her finger still and began to move it in a clockwise motion.
"How are you holding up there Dollface? You're doing great so far. I need to make sure you're prepped properly for the next part. It's important that you don't fight me. You need to accept willingly what I am going to do to you. You need to feel yourself becoming docile, humble and obedient. Will you try for me, Cupcake?"
Mindy was panting like a dog, her face pressed firmly to the cold floor, and her breasts flattened out so that they were almost not visible. She was getting used to the feeling of Cherie's finger and found herself pushing backwards towards her hand. The pain was still there, but she strangely had come to feel used to it; almost like it. She pushed back awkwardly and moaned her response.
"Yes Cherie, I will be Docile, Humble and Obedient... I want to be. Please... please give me more."
Cherie thrilled the woman's words. To witness a submission happen before your eyes was a treat indeed. Cherie had slid her other hand into her black stretch pants and tried to relieve the burden she carried between her own legs. It had been a long time since she had an opportunity like this and she intended to nurture her orgasm to its fullest potential.
"Don't worry Cupcake, you'll get everything you deserve, I promise you."
And with that she thrust a second finger into the clenched anal passage. Mindy lifted her head off the floor, her hair covering her yes and mouth. She moaned like a two dollar whore at the fat girl's ministrations. Her blonde hair was wet with perspiration and clung to the side of her face dangling between her open lips as she screamed in a pitiful cry for more. Cherie unscrewed her fingers from Mindy's ass like a corkscrew from a bottle of wine. Mindy felt empty, and shook her ass back at Cherie in a plea to fill her shit tube up with something... anything. Cherie had just the thing for her, and pulled from the table a glimmering metal phallus. She oiled the instrument properly and slid it over Mindy's new anal port. It looked like an open ended condom. The dildo was over 12 inches long and thick as a silver dollar. It would be hard at first for Mindy to accept the metal cock, but, frankly, at this point she really didn't care. Cherie positioned the anal port at the very base of the cock, it would be the final thing to enter Mindy Swanson's ass and Cherie knew it probably would never come out again.
"....Just a step away from the edge of a fall, Caught between heaven and hell, Where's the girl knew a year ago...."
"Are you ready to change your life Cupcake? Are you ready to lead the life you were born to lead? I'm going to fuck your ass now, Dollface, and you're going to take every inch I give you. I am not going to stop until the job is finished so don't even think about asking me to. I want you to thank me Cupcake, I want you thank me for what I'm about to do to you... do you understand? DO YOU?"
Cherie swooned at the sound of her own demanding voice, her pussy clenched at the sounds of the depraved words she spoke to this poor woman. She learned to love dominating the beautiful women and girls who came through her doors here at the Cocoon, and she was too far gone to try and be tender now. Her hand thrust in and out of her gushing hole, barely able to hold back her own flood. It was time to end poor Mindy Swanson's suffering.
"Thank you Cherie, thank you for fucking my ass. Please, God Please, fuck my ass. PLEEEASE!"
Mindy was on the verge of collapse when Cherie inserted the tapered tip into her rectum. Aside from the occasional bout with constipation and hard stool, nothing had ever really stretched her butt hole before. As she felt the tip begin to push into her, she screamed; startled at first at the coldness of it, and its unforgiving hardness. She wept as it began to plunge past the outer ring like a hot knife through butter. Saliva coursed from her mouth as she mumbled a series of indiscernible mutterings of protest and encouragement. She tried to thank her chubby dominate, but was unable to form the words. She hated how it hurt but somehow she wanted more. She gave into it and accepted everything; she accepted it because it is what Bernadette Adam's wanted.
"Good girl, Cupcake, your ass is hungry isn't it? You have needed this for so long. You need me to feed your ass don't you? ISN'T THAT RIGHT? Well I am going to give it to you. I am going to give you everything you ever fucking needed... Now get ready, cause Momma's coming home."
With that she began to fuck Mindy's ass in earnest, the thickness of the metallic cock stretching Mindy's ass to places she hadn't before imagined. She rode out her pain. Cherie actually felt proud of her. The fat girl watched as the ring of the anal passage turned white from the girth of the intruder. As she pulled back before plunging in again she saw Mindy's perineum cone outward like a volcano, and then press in towards her core as she pushed. Five minutes passed as the lewd scene unfolded. The chubby painted girl raping the virgin ass of the would-be submissive, thrusting the port deep into her rectum, it was now a sheath that would protect her thin anal membrane from any twisted desires her new playmates could think up. Both women were fulfilling their own needs, both embracing their roles in this perverse play. Cherie wanted to slap the woman's ass to bring her over the edge of orgasm, but there was no need. Mindy was already there.
"I need to cum. Please, make me cum. Can I cum, Cherie? Please, can I cum? Mindy's body didn't wait for a reply.
The pleading words of the lanky slut sent Cherie over the edge... Her own cunt let loose a torrid series of orgasms that rocked her to the core. She stood shuddering, holding onto the wall for balance as her fat ass lurched forward in a fucking motion, wanting so badly to make contact with the trembling girl under her, soaking the crotch of her black spandex pants.
"YESSSSSSSSSSSS! CUM! CUM FOR ME NOW!!"
It was as if Mindy's mind was erased, she thought of nothing but her own orgasm. It was like the summit of a mountain she had been climbing her whole life. Her orgasm was violent and all consuming. Her asshole clenched firmly onto the metal cock, wanting to return to its normal closed state, but the dildo's refusal to allow her. That just served to inflame her crisis. Her cunt let fly a torrent of thick milky cum, it exploded from her sex into the metal bowl below. A seemingly endless flow of cunt soup gushed from her, making the bowl ring with its force, each spasm causing its own release of vaginal discharge to rush out. Her orgasm seemed to last several minutes, her legs quaked like they could barely hold her weight anymore. She moaned and whimpered like a bitch in heat as her twitching body collapsed to the floor. Cheri rubbed her fat tits as she looked down triumphantly. She could see the anal port had been inserted properly, with the thin lip of rubber folding over the girls opening. She watched the girl roll up into the fetal position, her spasms still casing little spurts of cum to dribble out of her cunt and onto the floor. Mindy clutched her stomach as the loud gurgling reminded her it was empty.
Cherie smiled as she pushed the bowl up to Mindy's face with her foot. "I bet you thought I forgot to feed you, didn't you? Here Cupcake, drink up your dinner like a good girl."
Mindy's eyes fluttered open, and with her face wet with saliva, tears and sweat she lifted her beautiful face over the rim of the bowl and began to drink. She drank greedily the remnants of her orgasm.
The sight caused the fat girl to slip into another mind-bending orgasm.
"...Win big--mama's fallen angel. Lose big--livin' out her lies. Wants it all--mama's fallen angel. Lose it all, rollin' the dice of her life..."
Mindy returned from the bathroom dressed in her wrinkled pink and black dress. Her hair was a mess, making her look like 'Just fucked'. Cherie had returned from the back room in a new pair of blue spandex pants. She looked a bit like a "Gothy-Smurf". She kissed the unsteady woman tenderly on the lips and handed her a business card. It had no writing on the front of it, only a family crest, and on the back was a singer phone number.
"I promised you Cupcake that I would get you the answers you wanted. If, when you wake up in the morning, you feel compelled to finish your journey, you must call this number. If you want to change your life and discard the things that have caused you years of need and regret, then make the call. Everything will be made clear to you Dollface, I promise. But the choice is solely yours."
Then Cherie handed over a long wooden box. It was about the length of a base ball bat and felt rather heavy. It had a key-lock on the front, and the chubby guide did not give her the key. Mindy studied the box for a moment and could see in Cherie's eyes that any more questions tonight would be pointless. The two women shared a tender moment, and then the door opened and Mindy saw Bianca's enormous face, it seemed to block out the sun.
"Welcome back Kiddo, Mistress wants you home. You're going to need your rest." Mindy didn't even remember the ride home. She fell asleep in the back off the Limousine before the Cocoon was out of sight.