Lizzie looked down at her captive new prize, and her mouth watered. The delicious young thing on the ground was about to be made into a woman. A fresh virgin, in more ways than one, her cherries were ripe and swollen for popping. She squirmed and moaned on the ground as the sedatives began to fade, and the semi-conscious shifting made Lizzie all the more aroused. She felt her nipples and genitals tingle in anticipation.
Her name was going be Ashley: nothing special or flashy, just a common name for a common whore. She was dressed to fuck, with a black silk half-blouse and a red-black plaid pleated skirt and black heels. She had on a dick-sucking shade of scarlet lipstick, black mascara and a light touch of red eye shadow. Her hair was jet black and freshly cut, short in the back and left long in the front with straight even edges that lead to points that rose straight up to her flat and bouncy bangs. Lizzie was proud of her make-over work, and extremely aroused by the end result.
It was all complimented by a silicone cock-shaped gag inserted in her mouth, strapped to the head with a leather strap and padlocked with a mini-lock. Her arms were bound behind her back with rope, both forearms bound parallel to each other, and a cast-iron shackle around her ankle was chained to a nearby pipe. She was splayed out on a thick throw blanket on the tile floor.
Lizzie had stalked her prey for several weeks. In her life leading up to this, Ashley had been a boy named Michael, and was competing with her best friend, Trent, for the affections of their other best friend, Melanie. Their youthful friendship had blossomed into a love triangle over the years, but Trent was leaving for college soon. Lizzie had also learned that Michael and Melanie were both virgins, while Trent had had numerous girlfriends in his last years of high school.
Michael also had the perfect body to make a girl of. He had delightful little bitch tits that were half the size of pears and very soft, with small pink nipples; his slight muffin top lead into his small but shapely ass in a perfectly feminine way; and her arms and legs were slender and naturally smooth. To Lizzie's pleasant surprise, he had a somewhat below-average, uncut penis nestled inside a soft bush of pubic hair. While her pubes would be shaved eventually, Ashley would need to be humiliated properly about them before they were completely done-away with.
Lizzie's loins were practically aflame with desire.
Michael's eyelids felt like they were made of lead, and his thoughts seemed to come from a gray haze. His body ached and he tried to remember where he was, where he could have fallen asleep. Recent scenes from memory played out in an incoherent jumble in his mind, but his foggy state was slowing his recollection.
The last real thing he remembered was his conversation with Melanie. He had confessed his feelings for her, and to his immense relief and pleasure she reciprocated them. She had promised to talk to Trent herself: he was tall with naturally toned muscles and was prone to anger. She assumed he would behave himself learning it from her, and hopefully the fact that he was going off to college soon would also temper him.
Warm feelings punched through the heaviness of his mind and he stretched his legs. He felt his leg stop with a cold weight, and a chain jangled. A rush of adrenaline shattered his feelings of warmth, and with the realization that his arms were bound a pit in his stomach dispelled his grogginess and his eyes snapped open.
In the dim light, the first thing he could make out was a figure above him as his blurry vision came into focus. He tried to say something but was inhibited by an intruding rubber phallus protruding into his mouth. He could feel a sweat filming over his body, and his heart raced. The figure above him looked female, but the light was coming from behind them. It looked like they were in an old walk-in fridge of some kind.
"Well, look who's up," said the figure in a woman's voice. A chill ran down Michael's spine, and his perspiration now made him shiver in cold, as well as fear. He looked down at his ankle and could see a crude metal shackle chained to a pipe that ran straight from the floor to the ceiling, and the abductor was standing between him and the door. A single fluorescent light pushed light through a thick film of grime, illuminating his captor.
She was tall, and topless with jeans on. Her nipples stood erect on her spherical, natural and even C-cups, and her skin was lightly tan. Her hair was died silver, and cut in a punk rock fashion: shaved all the way around on the sides, with a wavy, mid-length cowlicked top. None of her muscles were large or toned, but everything in the way she stood and moved displayed power. She stood with perfect posture as she looked down at him with cold, lusty eyes. Heavy, excited breaths shuddered out of her parted lips.
Without a word, she stepped towards him and kneeled on the ground in front of him, casting her hungry eyes over every part of his body. He looked down, and was shocked by his attire, some sort of slutty schoolgirl outfit. He curled up instinctively, and could feel his lack of underwear. It made him feel all the more vulnerable, and his balls shriveled in fear.
"My name," said the woman in a flat but commanding voice, "is Lizzie." She grabbed the fronts of his thighs and forced them apart, positioning herself between his legs. "And your name... is Ashley." She began unbuckling her belt and pulling her pants down. The myriad of thoughts that ran through his head ground slowly to a halt as he processed what he saw next.
A large, erect penis popped out, jutting from a thick bush. The length was easily nine inches, and it curved ever so slightly upward, it's girth bouncing as it freed itself. It's head pulsated and swelled with every pump of blood. A dribble of pre-cum was already hanging from it's tip. In his shock, Michael could only slowly shake his head in denial and rising panic.
"Don't be confused," the woman continued, "this doesn't mean I'm not a woman. It just means I'm gonna fuck you like a man. It means I'm gonna fuck you like the little whore you are now. Don't forget, your mistress is all woman." Michael's mind went blank, almost numb from processing the unreal situation he seemed to be in. She leaned in, dragging her pre-cummy tip across his shuddering belly, and grabbed him by the hair. With a violent tug he found his faced buried between her breasts: they were soft and warm, and some primal part of him could tell they were natural.
