Transformation Ch. 06

This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or total, without the author's permission.

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I closed my eyes in anticipation of the blow. My short new life was going to come to a sudden end at the hands of my ex-fiancé here in this alleyway in Tempe. I knew she was a little crazy, but what hot chick isn't. The thought of her being insane enough to commit murder however never crossed my mind.

Even now staring up into her hazel eyes so wild with rage and insanity it was difficult to accept. I didn't want my last moments to be in this little wet alleyway, my last memories to be about blood; the stinging of it in your eyes and the flavor in your mouth. Closing my eyes I found myself thinking of Tiffany and how this would hurt her. Time seemed to drag as I waited for the blow, the final traumatic damage that even my accelerated healing couldn't handle, the blow that never fell.

The gunshot echoed painfully loud in the small alleyway. It's funny how selective our hearing can be at times. I heard the gunshot, the thud of the bullet's impact, and I even heard Heather's grunt as the bat went flying. It was almost everything afterward that I missed; the cops yelling at them, the other bat hitting the ground, and the sirens. I faded in and out, the loss of blood taking its toll as the cop started first aid. Even though my eyes were swollen and stinging with blood I could tell she was extremely attractive; a beautiful blonde valkyrie whose lips looked like they were made for kissing or sucking cock while her partner- fuck where did he go? I was sure there were two of them.

Fuck, even in my current condition I found myself getting turned on looking at her. I don't know, maybe there is something to the whole sexy uniform thing. Thankfully I passed out again before I could say or try something stupid. I awoke a couple more times in the ambulance and the ER. When I reached the ER I was actually happy to see it was the same hospital I'd just left a few days ago. During a lucid moment before they rolled me into surgery, I was able to ask the nurse to find Tiffany.

When I awoke hours later I was in surgical recovery, the sun just starting to break over the horizon as the red morning sky was visible through the window shades. I was sore, tender, and unfortunately, it was not from an outstanding fuck as it was the morning prior. I could see Tiffany slumped down in a chair fast asleep, her face covered in the streaks from her tears. It broke my heart to see her like this. I wanted to get up and go to her, but I discovered most of my upper body, with my right arm and shoulder as well as my left leg, was in a cast. Fuck, that bitch broke me. Glancing down I could see I had tubes in my unbroken arm and someone had taken my nipple piercings, and after drawing pink dots first, stapled them to my cast. Everybodys a fucking comedian.

Looking over at Tiffany I found myself growing angry at Heather and her accomplice. I wasn't even angry about my injuries, but that by attacking me they hurt Tiffany. Fuck me. Was I falling for her or was it my old personality asserting itself, angry over not being able to stop Tiffany from being hurt? I was going to have to do something. I couldn't tolerate the thought of her being hurt. Reaching for the cup of ice on my little bed table I somehow misjudged and sent the cup crashing to the floor.

Tiffany leaped out of the chair and was at my side in an instant. "Sara, thank god you're awake." Fresh tears started streaming down her face. "I was so scared when Kim came and told me." Using my free hand I pulled her into a hug, my tears starting to flow in earnest.

"I'm alive and I'm going to be okay. They didn't kill me so I will heal. Tiffany, I'm so sorry. I never expected anything like this to happen and it kills me that you are hurting. Please forgive me for letting you get hurt." It was my old personality coming through. Tiffany was my friend and my guide in this new life and I was supposed to protect her and I failed. It wasn't going to happen again.

"Forgive you for what? You're not the one who went psycho. You're not the one who waited in the rain to murder someone. Did you fuck Aaron? Yes. Did you know it was him? No. Did he know she wasn't in that bed? No. You didn't do a single thing that needs to be forgiven, so stop thinking you did."

"Did they say how long I would be here? I think I've had enough of hospitals for this lifetime."

"Initially they were thinking five or six weeks, but I wouldn't expect it to be that long," she said with a sly smile on her face, "for some reason the internal damage wasn't as severe as they expected when they took you into surgery. They also thought your back was shattered, but it was just a couple of mild fractures. The arm and leg both had multiple fractures though. Also, the police would like to talk to you."

It was then that I remembered the noise. "I heard the gunshot." It was her silence that gave me my answer, she was dead.

"They got away." Her frustration showed as she rubbed her temples. "They took off running when the shot somehow hit the bat. Officer Rodgers was giving chase when he fell on the wet concrete and twisted his ankle. His partner was busy making sure you stayed alive."

"They'll catch them." Taking the front of her scrubs I pulled her lips to mine. The kiss was tender, gentle, and long. It was exactly what I needed. It wasn't until a quiet cough from the doorway that we separated.

Releasing Tiffany we looked over at the door and saw two plainclothes detectives. Seeing Tiffany glance at me I had to laugh as I was in a fucking torso cast. I wasn't happy about them getting away, but the kiss had done wonders to improve my mood. "Come on in detectives, let's get this done."

The interview took about an hour and they were extremely professional. They were able to make the process relatively painless and at the end asked if I had any questions. "Just one, I would like to get into contact with the officers who saved me. Is there any way you could help me with that?" Tiffany was just shaking her head as she chuckled which was an improvement from the quiet fury as I'd described the attack.

Eventually, I was moved to a private room which gave me the chance to explain everything Vic and Elaina had said. I was concerned about bringing up the control issue but needed to get it out there. She was wearing a look of disbelief but waited until I was finished before saying anything. "Well, that makes about as much fucking sense as anything else. Do you believe them?"

"If you could have seen them you wouldn't be asking. Standing side by side you wouldn't think twice about us being brother and sister. Honestly, it was kind of creepy." As the doctors started coming in for my battery of tests I managed to convince Tiffany to go home and get some sleep.

Three weeks passed before they were finally ready to send me home. Since I was in the hospital anyways Tiffany had gone back to work so she could see me every day. She would visit before and after work and come down on her lunch. The day after my arrival she slipped an ankle bracelet around my good leg. It was something beautiful and it reminded me of her. I didn't heal as fast as I expected but I think my injuries were so extensive that once I was safe from not dying or being crippled it just slowed down. By the time they were ready to let me go, I was pretty sure I would be on my feet within the week.

I wasn't bored during my stay as a constant flow of visitors managed to keep me entertained. Michelle and Jacob came twice a week and Devin dropped in almost every day. Mike was out of town for work, but I did get a surprise when Aaron came by. We talked and managed to come to some sort of grip with what happened. I made sure he understood I didn't hold him to blame and that I didn't regret his nocturnal visit. We agreed to talk more later after we had time to digest everything that had happened.

The day of my release came and just getting home turned out to be an adventure. I wouldn't fit in Tiffany's car and since she can't drive a stick she couldn't drive my jeep. Finally, we managed to get a hold of Devin and he showed up with his truck. As the casts made getting dressed a challenge I'd opted for loose shorts and a tank top. Lifting me into his truck Devin managed to get a handful of my ass. Even buckling me in he was keeping in contact with my upper thigh. I was half surprised he didn't try to finger me during the drive home, not that I would have stopped him.

As soon as we got home, Tiffany had him set me on my bed before shooing him out of the room and handing me a small bag. "Here I picked this up for you. Thought you might want to wear this once the casts come off." Dumping the contents into my lap it took a moment to realize it was a bikini. The top looked as if it would barely cover my nipples and the bottoms were nothing more than string and a triangle of cloth. I was pretty sure I have had nachos bigger than it was.

"Jesus, Tiffany, this is barely going to cover anything. Where exactly were you thinking of me wearing this?" Tiffany likes to sunbathe naked so there must be a special reason for the tiny ass bikini.

"Some friends of mine throw a massive party at their house every year in August and I was thinking it would be something you might enjoy." Resting her hand on my good leg she began to draw little circles with her fingers. "Two years ago I spent over an hour working the glory hole they set up sucking cock after cock, swallowing load after load of cum." Slipping her fingers under my shorts she pushed them into me, my pussy drenched at the idea. "A couple of those cocks were so nice and big I had to pull my bikini off and let them fuck me."

I could barely move because of the casts and it only added to my excitement level. Tiffany was fucking me, three fingers driving hard into my pussy. I really couldn't do anything but lay there so I shifted my good leg giving her better access and used my hand to pull my shorts over. I knew how loosely these shorts fit seeing as Mike had once fucked me while wearing them. I knew completely exposing myself would be too much for her and I wasn't disappointed when her fingers were quickly replaced by her tongue. "Oh fuck Tiffany," I cried out as her tongue plunged into me. Looking down I could see Tiffany had unzipped her shorts and was violently fingering her pussy.

My door opened silently and Devin stepped back into the room, my crying out drawing him in. I knew I wasn't going to be getting much, but I wasn't above making sure Tiffany had a good time. As she had pulled my shorts to the side freeing up my hand I wrapped it in her hair pulling her hard against my pussy. "Oh fuck yes Tiffany," I cried moaning as I felt her tongue push between my lips and start flicking in and out, "lick my pussy, make me cum all over your tongue." I was grinding my pussy against her as best I could as when Devin dropped his shorts, his hard cock standing straight out. Seeing him move behind Tiffany I tightened my grip on her hair and I watched as he yanked her shorts down and plunged his cock into her.

I'm not sure if something else happened while I was in the hospital, but Devin was savage as he pounded into Tiffany. Her moaning and the slap of their skin were soon the only sounds in the room and the look on her face drifted between pleasure and pain. Shifting on the bed as best I could I watched as Devin dug his hands into her hips pulling her back, fucking her as hard as possible. I had no doubt however that Tiffany was turned on as I could hear the squelch of her juices on every stroke. For long minutes I watched this savage fucking, my free hand between my legs with two fingers buried in my pussy. There was something very primal about this that brought me to orgasm quickly. As my pussy clutched at my fingers Devin uttered his first words since he entered the room. "Tiffany turn the fuck around," Devin said before delivering a hard smack on her ass. Whipping around he grabbed her head and began spraying his cum onto her face. Tiffany tried catching his cum, but Devin still held her and soon her face was covered. "Sara, I'm sorry. I'll talk to you later," Devin said as he stuffed his cock into his shorts and walked out.

The sound of the front door slamming seemed to break the spell over the room. Lifting herself from the floor Tiffany walked to the bathroom and I soon heard the water running in my sink. "What the fuck was that?" From the way she walked back into the room, I could tell she was tender, but she was still sexy with her freshly fucked look. Sitting down on the bed Tiffany ran a wet washcloth over her naked body.

"Devin likes you and blames himself for you getting hurt. He feels he should have been there for you even though you told him not to come over. Dragging his issues into the light and being willing to work through them has made him feel a lot better about himself. He thought he was all fucked up, and that Rachel was right. You proved him wrong. I told him if he started getting upset once we got you home he could take his aggression out on me. I just didn't realize how much aggression he would have. It's been a long time since I was fucked that hard."

"Well, you certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself. Looked like you couldn't decide if it was pleasure or pain."

"Oh, it was some of both. I'm just glad he didn't try to take it out on my ass. I don't think I could have handled him like that." Slipping back into her clothes she sat next to me. "So did you get a late-night visit from Ray?"

I couldn't help but start laughing. The thought of a visit from Ray was so funny I almost toppled out of the bed. "No. No late-night visits. Tiff, I'm not feeling any pain whatsoever. Can I take these damn things off?"

"I've been thinking about the x-rays and even with as fast as you heal, I think you need at least a couple of more days. Sara, you will not try to take those casts off until I say so," her voice telling me she would brook no argument. It didn't matter, I wasn't going to argue. As soon as the words crossed her lips I felt all of my fight leave me. Apparently frick and frack were wrong, Tiffany's control wasn't just sex-related. I needed to call Elisa and soon.

"Okay," I wondered if the smile plastered to my face was hiding my panic, "just promise not to make me stay in these things too much longer. So tell me more about this party?" Seeing her face light up at the mention of the party the weight on my chest vanished. Was I tied to Tiffany so closely her own emotions could affect mine?

"The party is an absolute riot that started a few years ago and has just grown since then. It's two days of pure debauchery. Clothing is completely optional, but we can't be in more than a bikini when we're on the property. Guys cost $150 to get in. Girls are free if they're willing to meet the conditions."

I wasn't sure I liked the sound of that. "Exactly what kind of conditions?" I was starting to get an idea, but I wanted confirmation.

"From noon to midnight the glory holes have to be open. There are usually a couple of hundred people at the party so sometimes there's a line just to work the booth. They have drinks and a chair in the room so you can either sit down or like I did a couple of times kneel in the chair. Last year they added a table to each room so you can lie down if you want. There was one girl who lost a bet and by the time she was done she had at least twenty guys worth of cum dripping out of her. It was literally running down her legs."

"Tiff?" I could already tell I was going to be in trouble. She was going to want us both in that booth and I wouldn't be able to say no. Not that I wanted to. I was so wet at the prospect I'm surprised I didn't slide off the bed leaving a snail trail.

"What? Oh no, it wasn't me. I helped to clean her up, but I didn't go into the booth last year. I was too busy fucking my ex-boyfriend on the lawn. Yeah, it's pretty much a giant fuck fest, but the holes are there anyways. Please tell me you'll go with me, it'll be a riot." Yep, she asked and I was fucked.

"Of course we'll go but let's get me out of these casts so I can start working on my tan." At this point, I wanted out of them so I could attack Tiffany and plant my pussy directly on her face.

"Good idea and in three days we will do just that. Nice try though." Well fuck.

I suppose one of these days I'll remember that Tiffany is a fucking nurse who I met in a fucking hospital. For the next three days, I was as pain in the ass of a patient as I could be, pushing every button I could think of. I really should have known better. Today was the day my casts came off and this morning she decided to make me pay. I woke up from an amazing dream involving my beautiful rescuers, my pussy drenched from the fantasy and as I moved to get up I realized I couldn't. The covers were stripped off the bed, my arms and legs were firmly secured to the frame with red rope and a vibrator was happily buzzing away as it leaned against my pussy. I couldn't help but moan as the toy was sitting directly on my clit and every time I moved, which was constantly, it added just a little more stimulation.

I didn't realize it at the time, but Tiffany had loosely fastened the toy to me with tape. So the more I moved trying to get it off my clit the more and more stimulated I became. "Oh holy fuck," I cried as my orgasm washed over me, my hips bouncing up and down. As I started to relax I suddenly realized the vibrator wasn't stopping, the sensations were not stopping. My world shrank and soon it was nothing more than the vibrations of that toy and my clit, my ultra-sensitive clit. Orgasm after orgasm washed over me, leaving me drained me of energy. When the stimulation suddenly stopped and I felt something being ripped from my skin it triggered another massive release and a scream tore from my throat or it would have had something not been suddenly pushed into my mouth. My eyes flying open I saw Tiffany standing over me smiling, her hands around my head securing a gag.

"You know you've been a real pain in my ass the last three days," she said standing over me in panties and a thin tank top, her nipples hard through the cloth, "but unlike my patients at work, you're going to pay for it." Showing me the vibrator I saw the medical tape and knew just how much trouble I was really in. Slowing the toy to its lowest setting she pushed it inside me and secured it with the tape. As I was moaning around the gag Tiffany came back into view, "I forgot something," she said as she secured a blindfold over my eyes.

Suddenly plunged into darkness I felt my panic begin to rise, the loss of my sight just too much. All my life I'd struggled to maintain control in every situation and now at this moment it was all stripped away from me; no power, no control, no say in anything and I was being held at Tiffany's whim. I felt my heart begin to pound and my breath was coming in gasps as my first real panic attack set in. I began to fight against the ropes, desperate to getaway.

Tiffany's scent suddenly filled my nose, her warmth next to me and her breath in my ear. "If it gets to be too much just snap your fingers three times." My panic began to vanish as I felt her pull away from me. I should have known that she would never truly hurt me, but the situation was so new and far out of my comfort zone I wasn't equipped to handle it. Restoring that small resemblance of control was what I needed to calm me down and let me relax.

I could hear Tiffany moving around the room, the sounds of different vibrating items being turned on and off. Feeling movement on the bed I realized she was walking on the bed. Standing over me I felt her fingers slip under my torso cast and suddenly lift before shoving a pillow under me, raising my hips off the bed. My pussy was already burning from the slow vibrations of the toy and this change of angle just stoked the fire. Resting between my legs I couldn't tell what she was up to until I felt her spread a warm liquid on my asshole.