Becoming A Girl! But At A Cost! Ch. 02

"What about my mind?"

His smile sharpened to a point.

"You'll survive."

Even if he gave me what I want, I think I hate him. No, I hate George. At least the demon and me had a deal, and he was a demon, I could have refused. George is just an asshole with a rape fantasy that he's making real. If I could talk I'd yell at him that I use to be a man, ruin his whole day.

He rubbed my cheek with his dick and I had to resist trying to back away from disgust. He left a line of pre-cum on my cheek.

"Open your mouth."

He grabbed the back of my head. I expected him to ram it down my throat but his next words were better and worse.

"Give me a blowjob."

I grimaced but kept my mouth open, stupid warnings. It'd be easy to suffer through something and bury it under therapy and some alcohol but actively having to do something was... harder.

Still, the small part of me that wasn't busy with disgust, rage, hatred, or terror, was saying "ah, well, at least I'm not being throat fucked." Stupid silver linings.

I put his cock in my mouth and felt his hand shove me a bit further down. I could feel his cock touching the back of my throat, my tongue rubbing against it, his pre-cum leaking inside me, the pure warmth radiating out. I was disgusted but it was the innate disgust of a lesbian sucking a cock. It didn't have any particular smell or taste. I moved my head back and forth down the shaft, feeling my lips rub against it as my mouth coated him. His hand on the back of my head gripped stronger.

He was clearly enjoying it while I was hating it. Gross. Still, it was bad but I could do this. Just get this done. Pay my price and-

"Go all the way."

My eyes widened to saucers. No way. I was only halfway down this stupid fucking dick and there was no way I could put this whole thing in my mouth. But the heat in the back of my head was growing. I had to do it. Fuck you George.

I pushed myself down and started gagging and choking. The heat was still rising, I pushed through till I was deepthroating his dick and constantly gagging. I tried to pull away but George's hand was there, preventing me. I kept choking on his dick, forcefully trying to stop. My gag reflex was fighting me every step of the way. George seemed to be enjoying it as I could feel him twitching in my throat.

Finally, he pulled his hand off me, and I pulled myself off his dick, coughing.

"Hey."

I looked up at George. He was smiling. It was cruel now.

"Keep deepthroating."

I hated you George. I forced myself back on, deepthroating his dick, forcing it down my throat, again and again. It was a truly miserable experience. Until finally, he came. Without giving me any warning.

He just grabbed my head, forced me down, and came. The taste was bitter, salty, slimy, and safe to say I wasn't a fan. I felt it being forced down my throat but also somehow ending up in my mouth. He made me swallow.

I finally took his dick out of my mouth and just fucking breathed for a second. The prick was happy to just bask for a while, so that was fine by me.

Eventually though, he remembered I was there. Fuck.

"Stand up."

I did. I cautiously tried talking, waiting for the warning, yet none came. Good.

"You can go fuck yourself you rapist."

He blinked and then frowned.

"Don't talk for the rest of the night."

God fucking damn it.

I just glared at him but he seemed more than okay with that. Ugh. Was he getting off on my hatred? Fucking disgusting rapist.

"Take off all your clothes."

I glared, heavily, and slowly did just that. I pulled off my shirt, my pants, and then dropped my panties and undid my bra, leaving me naked to this asshole and the world.

He was just staring at my body, mesmerized. It was a first, but I got to feel exactly what it was like to hate being attractive. I didn't know what he was going to ask. His dick wasn't getting up again for a bit, so there was that at least.

"Dance for me."

Are you fucking kidding me? But no, he was deathly serious. I didn't know how to god damn dance. I just started swaying a little bit, moving my arms back and forth a little. It was probably the worst dance possible. George didn't seem to think so. He was staring at my breasts like they carried all the secrets to the universe, watching them bounce as I moved a little.

Eventually, he moved closer to me, and grabbed my breasts. Feeling his hands grab and squeeze and massage my breasts was a mix of extremely unpleasant and surprisingly good, which only made everything more unpleasant. Massaging these things could feel great, in theory, but George was just doing whatever he liked and yet still it felt good some of the time. I just stood there as he groped, as he squeezed and roamed my body. He focused on my breasts for a long, long while, while I just stood there and took it. But he didn't stop there. His hands started to roam my body. I felt grossed out. He was touching me and I hated it. I wanted to knock them away. I theoretically could but he'd just tell me to not move. I didn't want to be frozen stiff.

He rubbed my stomach and I resisted the incredibly strong urge to flinch away. He touched my legs and that was even worse. I wanted to kick him in the face. He moved to my back and fear crept into me. Creepiness too, as I felt him touch my back and shoulders, and massage my ass. My teeth were gritted to the point I thought they'd break.

He moved back around and his hands went lower as-

He was rubbing my vagina. I could feel him rubbing my vagina. It felt, I never had a vagina before today and it felt, different and good and I was starting to really get well acquainted with the concept of "hating that you liked it." He kept rubbing me and I kept my face as angry as possible. He tried to rub harder and thankfully while that was more stimulating, it wasn't better.

Eventually, he gave up on that and stepped back.

"Lay on the bed."

I glanced at it. The warning was slowly building. I sighed. Hell was probably worse than this. I walked over and laid down.

He came over and took off his clothes. Please god no.

But I always knew it would come to this. I was a woman and he had a rape fantasy, clearly. It could only go one way.

He was already hard again. I hadn't realized just how long he had felt up my body for. Fucking, creep. He was standing over me now, and I couldn't help but cross my legs.

"Uncross them."

Even with the burning warning, it took all of my willpower to open my legs up to him. I don't know what my face was, but whatever it was, it must've been truly dreadful as a flicker of empathy went through George.

"Hey, uh, it's okay. I'll make sure you like it too."

I wanted to throw up at those words. Go fucking die.

He got on top of me, I could feel his entire body pressed against me, I realized what was going to happen and my eyes shook. George stared right into them and then plunged into me.

"Ahhh."

George's cock pushed deep into me. I could feel just how physically hot it was, the length as it pushed my walls apart, its shape as they covered it, I could feel it all. And the friction, rubbing against me, feeling it inside me, the whole experience was just too much.

It felt good. God, god fuck you demon, fuck you George, fuck you body, it felt so fucking good. I had never felt anything like it. It was sex in an entirely new way and I wasn't ready for it at all. It should have hurt, it should have felt awful, it should have been so many things but it felt so god damn fucking good.

George started pulling out and thrusting.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh ah ah ah ah ah"

I was moaning directly into George's ear and he was starting to go faster and harder. My whole body was convulsing, feeling like it was being electrocuted in the best way possible. My mind felt like it was exploding. It felt so good, nothing in my entire life could compare to the pure earth shattering pleasure. The only thing that could have made it better was if it was anyone but George and was a woman but my mind was struggling to hold onto any of that. I was pushing myself against him, my legs had wrapped around him at some point, and I felt like I was going crazy.

George just kept going and going. Faster and harder, ramming into me, using me like a cheap toy. I was his for tonight and I was realizing with a terror deep in the back of mind, that it wasn't just because of a demon's threat. This body loved sex, was made for it, and my poor mind wasn't equipped to handle something I had never felt before. Part of me wanted to stop, to be a dead fish, to stop enjoying it, to have him be frustrated until this whole thing fucking ended, but my God. Even drugs wouldn't feel this good. I couldn't control myself, I couldn't help myself. I was moaning and panting and digging my nails into his back and at one point I even blacked out for a second. George tore out of me, fighting through my fierce grip like a man possessed, and came on top of me. He then collapsed, spent. I didn't even know up from down, I was essentially drugged. I felt his warm cum on top of me and could imagine nothing more than him putting it inside me and feeling it coat me. The small part of my sanity that had remained surfaced for an instant. The reason was simple. George was talking. Well, panting and talking.

"Hah hah hah. You, you really went crazy there. Hah. I don't want any children, sorry."

It wasn't enough to snap me out of the absolute daze of feeling amazing but I heard the words. Soon, I was out like a light and so was George.

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I woke up to the feeling of heat in my mind, starting to burn.

"Hey, wake up. Wake up."

That was by far, the rudest awakening I had ever had. Nothing like horrible fear at hell point to wake you though. I was still on George's bed, naked. He was standing, shaking my shoulder, trying to get me to wake up.

My mind snapped together and dread overtook my whole body. There was a lot to dread. Still with George, I was raped, I enjoyed being raped, shudder, he nearly came inside me and possibly gotten me pregnant, Shudder, and most of all, I was still fucking here with George. What the fuck Demon?! Wasn't this a one night thing? Had a night not passed yet?! Please, no more!

"Oh good, you're awake. I think there's still some time left and I've never tried anal, so-"

Before I could die from shock and terror, a new but familiar voice spoke up.

"Ah, dreadfully sorry for my timing then."

George practically leaped out of his skin while I just turned my head. It was the demon again. I knew his name was Damien but fuck that guy, even if he did grant my wish.

"What are you doing here?!"

"Ah, well, time's up I'm afraid. One night and the sun has risen. Now don't blame me, this is your desire after all. You don't want a permanent love slave, I can't be blamed for that."

The complaints of George died on his lips. I had heard it before, but, what? Guy wants a magical, literally, single night of no holds bar rape and then goes back to normal life? Fuck you George. Each their own, but go to hell. Pay a prostitute next time for a few hours of roleplay. Don't fucking actually rape a person.

I spoke to the demon.

"So, why are you here though?"

Oh thank god, I can talk again.

"Well besides to return you back from whence you came my dear Bell," He winked at me. "I'm here to complete my deal with George."

I looked at George and he was pale as a sheet.

"Now?"

"Yes yes, as per our deal, after the night was over it is time. And the night is indeed over."

There was a great, large, overwhelming part of me that was watching with sudden interest. It was pure vindictive delight that I was feeling. Revenge! Revenge! Go fuck yourself George! What did you even agree to?

"W-w-what's the cost?"

Ha! You weren't told either! Classic demon.

My delight died a little when the demon smiled brighter and that horrible shadow of his true form covered his features and hell started to seep through the world. Before I and George could panic, another demon appeared.

This one a lot more, uh, demonic looking.

Where the whites of the eyes would be, there was black. The eyes were glowing red. I could feel heat from it from across the room. Its skin was red and it looked like a sexy woman. More of an athletic than curvy build. Tall. Her tits were smaller than mine, which I found a bit odd. Not small though. She had two horns growing on top of her head and then there was the most eye catching feature of all... her dick. She had a massive dick. Long and fully erect. She was fully naked.

"Sup?"

I looked at George and found him looking at me for some odd reason. I guess it was just that weird of a situation. We both looked at, sigh, Damien.

"My associate here is your price to pay George. A week with them."

"WHAT?! FUCK NO!"

"Ooo, a feisty one Damien. Nice. You know exactly how I like em."

"I'm afraid the deal has been set George."

"I'm not getting raped by some freaking demon!"

"Hey hey, don't worry about it." The new demon smiled and it was vicious. "I'll make sure you like it too."

I physically shuddered, strongly. I knew exactly how terrifying that was and I bet she meant it too. I was repressing what had happened to me for now but I knew I was going to need therapy after this. Just hearing that line had almost had me coming apart at the seams.

George took that line for a threat, which it probably was, and decided to run. He didn't get far. Chains seemed to rise up from below the futa demon and grab ahold of George's arms and legs. He still tried running away but it was useless. The futa demon just laughed.

"Don't worry, it's going to be the best week of your life!"

And they began sinking into the floor, where the chains were coming from. George was pulled into the same space and dragged down, desperately grasping the floor, screaming for help. And then he was gone.

Leaving just me and Damien.

I looked at where George had sunk down and was being used by a futanari demon, probably in hell, for a week after a night of rape. I looked back at myself with a female body that I'd have for the rest of my life, for the price of being raped for a night.

"Our deals seem kind of lopsided."

"Yes, hell as a whole is designed to punish sinners. That's why you got off so light."

I wanted to attack him and rip his head off for calling what I went through "light." He kept talking though.

"George's desire required a heavier price. While your soul is practically pure. It's hard to say what the cost would be without those checks and balances my dear but my guess would be, hmm. For a magically created body that's impossible for humans to replicate? Probably a decade of what George is currently experiencing."

My heart might have actually stopped. Holy shit.

"Magical solutions are expensive after all! But luckily, your price has already been paid. Now, let us return you to your home."

I couldn't stop thinking about what he said. What the fuck.

"Why? Why would you, help me? What are you even getting from this?"

Damien, the demon, with his constant malicious and mischievous smile, looked at me and I knew he was looking directly at my soul.

"Why, I'm a deal broker! I give people their heart's desire. I get a lot from it but quite simply, I enjoy it."

I blinked. What?

"What?"

"Oh come now my dear Bellamy! You yourself have a burning passion do you not? Seeing others get exactly what they desire, it's wonderful. I'm even able to give demons what they desire from time to time. Like watching someone missing a piece finally becoming complete. It's my immortal pastime."

I frowned.

"I thought you were all evil."

"Oh yes, there's no good demon. But this and that are two separate things. Now, goodbye Bellamy. Enjoy yourself!"

And like that, I found myself back at home. I collapsed onto my bed with a headache and more mental scars than I would have liked.

Still, as I saw my reflection on my black phone screen and felt my long auburn hair pour over my shoulders, I knew it was worth it. I'd pay that price again.

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Explaining everything to Mike was difficult. Mostly because of my entirely new body. Still, he was supportive and more than willing to listen. My complete bodily change in only two days gave credit to what I was saying and he fully believed me. Which was good, I was afraid I'd have to strip. Me being female suddenly, that wasn't important to Mike at all. He fully supported me. He was, however, absolutely terrified to learn that demons are real, exist, and people are making deals with them. Which was fair.

But he also shrugged and said, "What are you gonna do though?" Life went on. Changes were slow and fast and many. It seemed like both a lot and nothing happened because of me changing genders. Which was fine by me. I was happy. My apprenticeship with Mike had ended and he hired me on full time. Around a month later, a face I knew limped through the door.

"Hi, what can I-"

I stared at him. It was George. He gulped. Neither of us moved a muscle.

Eventually he spoke.

"I-"

"Get out."

He fled, limping like he'd been having problems sitting down recently, and I smiled.

Life was good.