True Nature

"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 was 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 her clenched anal passage. Mindy lifted her head off the floor, her hair covered 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, it dangled between her open lips, as the woman 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 over it 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. PLEEESE!"

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. Mindy tried to thank her chubby dominate, but was unable to form the words. She hated how it hurt but somehow wanted more. Mindy 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 stretched Mindy's ass to places she hadn't before imagined. She rode out her pain. Cherie actually felt proud of her. Cherie watched as the ring of her 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, only inflamed 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, the thin lip of rubber folded 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 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, she looked '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 on the lips tenderly and handed her a business card. It had no writing on the front of the card, 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 saw 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.

Chapter 9

When Mindy awoke, she was home and once again alone in her bed. She didn't remember getting in bed; she didn't even remember coming home, her last memory was of the Limousine. She lay naked under her covers, her freshly folded clothes on the chair, next to her pajamas. Bianca must have brought her upstairs and put her to bed. Normally, the thought of another woman seeing her naked would have been earth shattering; she wondered how long Bianca looked at her, or if she took any liberties with her, however after the events of the last two days, the images weren't so shocking.

Mindy was anxious to take a shower and clear her head. As the hot water washed away some of the shame she still felt, she began to think back to all that had happened to her. She thought of Bernadette Adams elegant face and how her body moved under her tailored suits, she visualized all the women in her office yesterday and the erotically frightening vision of Bianca. As she ran her soapy hand down the cleft of her rounded pale globes, she traced her finger over the lip of her new anal port. She whimpered as she slid two fingers into the wanting hole. The thought of the device inside her bottom whose only purpose was to make easy the access to her most intimate opening for yet unknown women, was almost too much to bear. Her fingers glided along the silky texture of her port, she imagined it as safe guard of her delicate membrane, it made her feel brave and desirous of the attention she would soon get. As her fingers slid in and out she pictured the tattooed woman standing behind her, the vision in the mirror, and her look of unabashed lust on her round face. She remembered Cherie's words, and how she manhandled her during her fittings. Mindy moaned softly under the hot water has her body delivered to her sweet and satisfying bliss. She stood under the water for a full five minutes till her spasms subsided.

In her bedroom, it was as if a spot light shown on the table top. The single business card sat next to her mobile phone, as if calling her, drawing her to it. She sat naked at the small table and examined the card again. She admired the intricate detail of the family crest on the front. The word 'Adams' was scripted in some sort of old European font; the crest was a tangle of canines and serpents and equine. She looked at the single number written on back, it appeared to be written in a form of calligraphy by a quill no doubt. She didn't recognize the exchange number, and had no idea which corner of the globe she would be calling. She wondered who would answer, and what they might tell her. She considered one last time the words of advice she had been given;

"...I know you do Mindy that is why you're being taken to the Cocoon, it's a place where changes begin, now make me proud, and make your choices wisely..."

"...You're here because she chose you; none of this is an accident. Trust your instincts kiddo and you'll be fine..."

"...Everything will be made clear to you, Dollface, I promise. But the choice is solely yours..."

Mindy knew she was at a crossroads. She imagined turning her back on this opportunity, whatever it was, and going back to her old life. She tried to imagine pretending none of this happened, or repressing the desires she now felt. Mindy knew what her choice would be and she wondered if Bernadette Adams had known all along.

Mindy now possessed a lust to complete the adventure she found herself on; she looked deep inside herself, and summoned a bravery she never knew she had, she dialed the ten numbers.

"Congratulations on your choice, you have taken the final step in your transformation."

The number had taken longer than normal to connect, the tone sounded far away; the phone was answered after only one ring. The woman's voice was clear and authoritative, it was not warm and friendly, nor was it cold and impersonal, it was unsettling.

Mindy's voice sounded weak and unsure as she pressed on. "Thank you, I am not sure who I need to talk to, I was given this..."

Mindy's words were cut short by the voice in her ear.

"How you received this number is not important, the fact that you called it, however is. It means that you have made a choice in your life; that you now realize any attempt to continue with your life as you once knew it is futile, you also know that you cannot change it on your own. By calling this number you have made the brave but irrevocable choice to shed the binds and burdens of your existence, and take on new binds and new burdens, ones that will enrich your life and bring you closer to your true nature."

Mindy was thunderstruck by the how deeply the woman's words penetrated her, they cut through any need for discussion and were the summation of all of Mindy's feelings.

"What is my true nature?" The brave woman responded.

"That is an excellent question." The woman paused for a moment. Mindy's words seemed to take her by surprise. "Your true nature can only be revealed by stripping away all that binds you, and by placing your complete and utter trust in those who understand what you cannot."

The phone call only lasted two minutes. Very little was actually said, yet Mindy felt she had a clear idea what lay ahead. She was not in search of a place; or of a feeling, she did not seek sex or gratification. Rather, Mindy Swanson was in search of herself, and she now believed she could find it.

Chapter 10

Mindy stood outside her small bungalow, on the vacant street lined with endless rows of identical bungalows. She stood with a single small bag over her arm and a folder full of documents under the other. She stood outside at dawn just as she had been instructed to do and waited. The same grey Limousine that she had taken her to the Cocoon yesterday slowly turned the corner of her street and Mindy's heart began to race. She had hoped against hope that it would be Ms. Adams that took her on the final leg of this journey, away from the life she no longer wanted. She had not seen her since yesterday evening, but it seemed like a life time ago. She felt her nipples swell with pride that she had been chosen for this incredible journey, they ached with anticipation and threatened to burst through the turquoise halter she now wore.

The Limousine came to a slow stop in front of where the excited woman stood The drivers door opened and upon seeing Bianca again, Mindy was filled with a sort of relief, she felt safe when she was with her, even if the sight of her still made her uneasy. Mindy thought Bianca looked like a sexually-frightening version of Big Bird today. The large woman walked toward Mindy dressed in a skin tight canary-yellow leather jumpsuit. The one piece outfit was so tight on her enormous body, that Mindy wondered if she needed lubricant to get it on. The jumpsuit zipped up the front, and Bianca obviously saw no reason to use the top half of the zipper; it came to rest at the large woman's navel, much of her torso, all of her cleavage and neck were visible. The ubiquitous female-symbol chain dangled onto her breasts. Mindy smiled at the woman and a knowing smile was returned. As Mindy climbed into the dark Limousine she realized she was alone.