Chapter 77

Wednesday morning, Master took us all over to the crew area and a place called the dayroom. This was apparently a place where crew members hung out when off-duty for recreational purposes. Penny and Cunt were knelt up giving crewmen head; Penny was in teaching mode, and Cunt was learning to do deep-throat -- or to do it better, at least. Master somehow managed to make sure that the crewmen who showed up were every color of the rainbow EXCEPT white -- black, brown, red, yellow -- you name it; I had no idea how, exactly, but Master had something going. Penny couldn't have cared less, but Cunt had issues -- which would be why he did it, no doubt. Penny was developing into the no-holds-barred slut Master wanted her to be -- and her parents, of course, got to watch, unable to do anything about it... In fact, Cunt was being dragged along, willy-nilly -- and who knew when Drew was going to get to participate?

Master had milked Drew again the previous night in a manner similar to how he'd done it before, by waving Penny's hot, wet pussy in front of her father's nose and then fucking both her and Cunt while I applied the juice to the milker. Master had me play with Drew's asshole, too, as an additional source of stimulation. Cunt was horrified by the incestuous undertones of the whole thing, but by now Drew really didn't have anything to offer but his tongue. I'm pretty sure that Drew realized by now that his body was being slowly and subtly reshaped, too, which pretty much had him on the ropes. His chest had already been showing something that could easily be described as breasts -- they'd grown to 'A' cup size or beyond and the nipples and areolas were now bigger. His cock was smaller, too -- and I KNOW he knew it, because it was also itchy and driving him nuts; he couldn't keep his hands off of it -- I don't think he could ejaculate, either, unassisted, and I wasn't sure what assistance he needed (except for the milker) -- but I had dark suspicions...

I was knelt up off to the side with Drew beside me, watching; Master had instructed me to give head to a couple of white crewmen that he probably imported just to give Cunt the impression that she was unlucky, rather than being abused. I knew better; Master had to be orchestrating this via the built-in comm links that sponsors have that we don't. There were other indications; the guys Penny sucked never seemed to be quite as abusive and demanding as Cunt's clients, for instance. But Cunt brought some of it on herself by her attitude, and I had no sympathy for THAT! Penny just took it. Thirteen inches? No problem... Well, it was, but she tried her best -- and it was recognized. Cunt spent a lot of time pissing and moaning and making faces -- and having her throat poked...

Poor Drew knelt beside me, hunched, miserable, playing with himself. We were in plain sight of Cunt and Penny's customers, and they made comments -- again, probably triggered by Master. Dialogs tended to go like this:

Client: "Hey, you let him play with himself all the time like that?"

Master: "Well, it's not like he's accomplishing much..."

Client: Nasty laughter, and probably taunts...

Cunt broke off the suck she was giving and whined, "I can't do this anymore -- I just CAN'T!" She held her throat and blubbered, crying real tears.

Penny broke off her current suck momentarily to cajole, "Come on, Mom -- it isn't THAT bad! If you'd just go with the flow..." Her current client collared her at that point, so she went back to sucking a serious hunk of dark meat.

Master stepped up at that point and grated, "So who is going to finish for you? You can't just leave him hanging..."

"I don't know!" Cunt wailed. I guess she was at the end of her rope, since I was kneeling ten feet away. Clearly, she wasn't thinking...

"Andrew, maybe..." Master mused. "What do you think?"

Cunt looked up at him, shocked. "Drew?"

"Well..." Master shrugged.

"Wh-what about Bitch?" Cunt burst out, suddenly remembering me.

"Poor timing, I'm afraid," Master replied, "This fellow is waiting his turn, and has been patiently. Clearly, you're not going to get to him." 'This fellow' was an Oriental guy; I took my cue and waved him forward. Master turned to Drew, "Andrew? Cunt seems to be in dire straits..."

"Uuuhh..." Drew was thunderstruck, clearly.

"You don't mind, do you?" Master asked the crewman, who was a big, forbidding-looking black who probably shaved his head. "I mean, Andrew is sort of male, after his fashion, I guess..."

"Naw, I don't mind. He's got to be better than THIS slip..." the crewman replied, dismissing Cunt with a wave. Then he turned and beckoned Drew, his grin displaying a lot of teeth. "Crawl over here, bitch."

Slowly, looking somewhat hypnotized, Andrew did as he was directed. I looked over at Master and caught the smug, slightly sadistic smile that told me that everything was going according to Master's plan. He caught me looking and frowned; I turned my attention to the not very challenging penis of the oriental guy in front of me...

Part of me couldn't believe that I was doing this -- and part of me wanted it. It was participation, after all... Whether I could improve upon Janine's performance was an open question -- I'd never sucked a cock -- but I didn't think it was the purpose of the exercise, anyway...

I'm not stupid; I knew I was being manipulated. Master was adept at offering offhand humiliation, for instance -- and I was a juicy target. I mean, I hadn't started out with much, you know? But I was aware of the slow physical changes, too; my already small dick was shrinking to teeny and the baby-fat man-boobs I'd always had were sizing up -- and the nipples and areolas were growing and looking more feminine every day. I was being -- what was the word? -- feminized -- and there was nothing I could do about it. But then, I was good at being victimized and controlled; it wasn't anything new. All my life, others had made my decisions for me, rendering me powerless...

Master was merely taking the reins from Janine -- and if he got his jollies a different way, it didn't change the basic situation. I would do as I was told; I always had. I wrapped my hand around a cock two and a half times the size of mine and wondered if I would enjoy it...

The big problem with the physical changes was that everything was hyper-sensitive. My little cock was raw -- which kept me from touching it as much, at least. Usually, it just begged for attention -- but I couldn't cum without that wire thing up my ass and wrapped around my dick, it seemed like. But it wasn't the only thing that was sensitive; my growing nipples wanted attention and, well, my ass was... itchy, maybe? Fooling with my crinkle was more pleasant than I could ever remember it being, not that I really wanted anyone catching me touching it.

Master was having a good time waving my daughter's wet pussy in front of my nose -- but I think that was more about Janine than about me; Janine has a big thing about incest, and we were slowly sliding down that slope. Master is an accomplished sadist; if we'd just fucked or whatever, Janine would have had to face the fact and get over it; as it was, Master was stringing things out, maximizing her distress by increasing the suspense, day by day.

In the meantime, he humiliated me by having Penny and Janine drip out in my mouth after just about every fuck. I didn't get to suck Penny's pussy or ass, but there was no proscription on felching Janine directly. She enjoyed it, too; I think she understood the humiliation involved in sucking another man's semen from a woman's pussy or ass academically, but she couldn't get her head into it -- not the way she did the pleasure of having my tongue up her.

So I was no stranger to semen, then, when I knelt up and took charge of that cock, running my hand along its nine or ten inch length. I was just getting a lot closer to the source... Kneeling there, I was there -- yet I wasn't; I remember thinking, 'Gee, I wish I had this...' and enjoying the feel of it in my hand even while feeling humiliated at what I was being asked to do. I was still thinking about how awful it was when I sucked in the broad head...

It wasn't gamey or anything -- Janine had washed it with her mouth for a couple of minutes before giving up -- but it WAS leaking. The taste of pre-cum wasn't anything much -- bland, in fact. I did to the big cock what I knew would feel good to mine; I washed the underside at the base of the plush head with my tongue.

My client -- that was apparently what everyone else had been calling him and his ilk -- gave out with a groan, which encouraged me to do more. He was big, but I took a mouthful, backed off, and did it again. Now that I was doing it, sucking a cock didn't seem so bad... "Better already!" my client grunted; encouraged, I put some more into it.

I heard Master needle Janine -- and humiliate me in the process -- with: "Looks like Andrew knows more about sucking a dick than you do, Janine. You should watch; maybe you'll pick up a few pointers." It was probably stupid for me to get some satisfaction out of that back-handed compliment, but I did. Janine came up on my left, making apologetic faces; it really didn't matter anymore; I was committed.

About that time, my 'client' bumped things up a notch by putting his hand behind my head. I knew what was up, so I voluntarily took as much as I could in and worked on giving him a longer stroke. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Penny's client hunch himself over her, grunting, while she swallowed his juice. Master waited a few seconds, then said, "Okay, Penny, see if you can help Andrew with his deep throat."

Penny turned to me and glared past me at her mother, then said, "Duck your head some, Daddy. Stick out your neck so he has a straight shot. Try not to let it gag you." My client, clear on the fact that it was time to go for the gusto, blocked my retreat with his hand and snapped his hips, going for depth.

It wasn't fun. The good thing about it was that he didn't stay and I managed to get control of my stomach before he did it again. He set up a pattern of one or two short strokes to give me recovery time and one deeper poke, and repeat; my throat complained and my stomach was rock-hard from retching, but I didn't puke -- and I got used to it.

I'd been handling this for a couple of minutes when suddenly, on an in-stroke, there was a pop! -- And, bang! -- he was past the obstruction and into my throat! He was out again before either of us realized it, of course, but the feel of it told me that I COULD do it and suggested a couple of minor adjustments that would make things easier -- things I did automatically in the two stroke hiatus before he stuck it in there again...

From behind me, Master's voice said, "That looked like..."

"Yep," my client grunted, and slid his meat into my throat a second time -- and held it there a second before backing out. I found that I was beyond gagging, once he was in deep. My client went back to his three-stroke cycle, the long stroke going to the root more often than not.

A hand rubbed my back and shoulder and Master's voice approved, "Good job!" Then the hand slid down and cupped my... well, breast... and squeezed the nipple -- and the flash of pleasure made me groan around my client's buried cock and my little pecker harden like steel!

Suddenly, I realized that I was enjoying myself -- and that included taking several inches of hot meat down my throat! I stopped worrying about anything but what I was doing and how it felt for me and my client and got into the whole thing!

In no time, it seemed like, my client was holding me deep, shaking, while his cock pulsed in my throat! Something about the whole thing tripped a trigger in me and my hard little organ erupted all over the floor and pleasure washed over me in waves... Master laughed, and I didn't care...

I milked my client with my lips, giving him a nice aftermath suck; in a minute or so, he backed off and approved, "You've got THAT bitch beat!" -- pointing at Janine.

I swallowed a couple of times and croaked, "Thank you!" Then I looked around and yelled, "Next!"

Master was delighted! He stepped up behind me again and grabbed both of my... titties... and approved, "Excellent! Really excellent! Cunt, once again, you have managed to embarrass yourself -- Andrew is a better cocksucker than you are! You're a real fuck-up, Cunt; think on that... In the meantime, crawl under Andrew and put his whatever it is in your mouth and suck it. Play with his nipples -- he likes that. Stick a finger up his ass and fuck him with it. I want him to enjoy himself, since he's taking your place in the batting order." Master had me settle on Janine just under her breasts and got the AI to support her neck so she could wrap her mouth around what was left of my cock...

I sucked four other guys before we quit -- and deep-throat was not a problem; Penny went back to sucking and I matched her, client for client. I squirted in Janine's mouth twice -- but had several more dry cums. It didn't seem to require making juice for me to get off... I shot off once from Janine's fingers in my ass -- and it didn't take a genius to recognize the implications of THAT! Penny and I were exhausted when Janine and Bitch helped us back to Master's quarters -- but I had such a feeling of accomplishment...

Penny was upset -- and openly angry with her mother. She crawled up on the big bed with me and cuddled me and said, "I'm so sorry, Daddy..."

"Not your fault, Princess," I croaked, soaking it up. "Not your mother's, either, really. It would have happened sooner or later."

"True," Bitch agreed from somewhere in the room. "It was undoubtedly on Master's wish list. But Cunt gave him the opening -- and she's going to pay for it, somehow."

"I just couldn't do it anymore!" Janine erupted.

"You were too busy paying attention to YOU and not enough paying attention to THEM!" Penny accused. "It's not your job to make YOU cum -- it's your job to make THEM cum! If you'd been paying attention to THEM instead of being selfish, you'd have finished them faster and been able to handle it better! But instead, you were busy going 'Poor me!' and slacking off!" Penny was furious! I rubbed her back and made calming noises.

"Your father isn't mad..." Janine muttered.

Hit in the face like that, I argued, "I wouldn't say THAT! Just because it turned out okay doesn't mean that it wasn't... traumatic!"

"Are you all right?" Janine arched an eyebrow. "How many times did you get off, anyway? Six?"

Penny let out a shriek and went after Janine, jumping up and bowling her over, then pummeling her! Bitch and I had to pull her off! When it was over, Master was standing there, in the door, watching. "Cunt, you just keep digging the hole deeper and deeper..." He turned to Bitch and Penny, "Three enemas. Give her a full bag each time and make her wait fifteen minutes each time -- use a butt-plug if you have to. Andrew, you should get one, too -- but there's no need to be brutal about it. Cunt's are punishment, though -- anything you want to do to add to things, go ahead..."

Penny assisted me and was solicitous; Janine, she went out of her way to make miserable. Icy cold water was a feature of Janine's first enema -- and I knew the cramps I felt were nothing alongside hers! I didn't stay to watch; I headed for the bedroom.

Master was in the main room, though; I went over to him and knelt up, awaiting his attention. "Yes?" he asked.

I got right to the point, "Am I going to be female?"

Master cocked his head, eyeing me. "Do you want to be?"

My stomach felt like it was full of ground glass. "I don't know. I know I will be if it pleases you."

Master sighed. "Andrew, you know and I know that you've never had any balls. I'm merely matching your physical landscape to your mental landscape. The AIs won't let me change your gender, but they'll allow this... AI, show us that Toni person -- and annotate things." Before us appeared... a hermaphrodite? He/she had a cock about the size of mine -- but he/she had a pussy, too! "This is a solution crafted for a concubine who was a woman in a man's body," Master related. "The cock still functions, after a fashion, and the balls are buried there, under her outer lips. The medics tell me that when she's not having sex as a female, they settle into little pouches there so they stay cool and can produce sperm. The pussy is fully functional, but there is no womb; she cannot conceive. I'm trying to decide whether to go this far or not with you."

"And in the meantime, you're torturing me," I muttered.

"Yes," Master agreed blandly, "It's entertainment... I'm a little bit sadistic."

"If I had an opinion..." I ventured.

"I would probably do the exact opposite," Master replied. "Unless whatever you came up with gave me more in the way of jollies."

"Then my opinion doesn't count..."

Master cocked his head, eyeing me. "When was the last time your opinion counted, do you figure?" I just sighed and looked away. "Exactly," Master continued, "Things haven't changed."

"What are you going to do with Janine?" I asked.

"Cunt?" Master laughed. "I'm going to break her. I'm going to take my time doing it, because if I do, I'll have more fun. She's resilient, too -- if I give her a couple of days after a scene, she recovers -- but sooner or later, she'll be a broken thing."

"And Penny?"

"She learned her lessons well in school, and she has Bitch's 'Can do!' attitude. I may keep her. Right now, I'm using her to keep the heat on you and Cunt, pushing her to do more and more, knowing she'll do it, and knowing it bothers you -- Cunt, especially."

"That's why you're having us do these things that border on incest, right?" I asked.

"Exactly," Master agreed. "Cunt has a thing about that. It's another sharp stick I can poke her with."

"And me?"

Master grinned. "You'll want it -- but you can't have it -- physically. You're going to discover that you can't hold an erection without a cock in your ass -- or one down your throat. If and when you fuck Penny, it will be my hips driving -- from behind you."

"Why are you telling me all this?" I asked.

Master shrugged. "What can you do about it? If you tell Cunt, what will it help? Even if you tell Penny, she understands her place and it won't matter." He sat forward and looked deep into my eyes, "Sometimes, it's better if your victim knows what is coming." He sat there, grinning in my face for a moment before settling back in his seat. "On the other hand, some things are better kept secret. I may have you impregnate Penny -- or, at least, appear to -- because it will drive Cunt up the wall. She won't know who the father of Penny's child is -- and you won't -- but I will..." His smile grew fangs. "Since you're here, crawl up here and show me your fantastic blowjob skills." He undid his uniform trousers, adding, "Tonight, I'm going to take your anal cherry. I'm not gay -- or even particularly bisexual -- but I AM a sadist and I can get my jollies from the impact on Penny and Cunt when I do it. Given the fact that I'm pretty much a heterosexual, making you as close to female as I can get you -- against your will -- has more than one benefit to it..."

I didn't even bother to comment; I just crawled up and sucked him in. A few minutes later, Penny and Bitch came through, leading Janine -- who was obviously full of water -- around. Everyone got an eyeful of me swallowing Master's cock. I figured that the less of a fuss I made about it, the less of an issue that it would be; besides, he wasn't being particularly brutal and I was, well, enjoying myself. Penny took one look and told her mother, "Lie down on the floor on your back -- be sure you can see Daddy." Then she put her foot on Janine's bloated belly and said, "See what you've done?" Janine howled as Penny pressed on her belly.

"Don't let her make a mess!" Master roared.

"We've got an inflatable butt-plug in her, Master!" Penny replied.

Master waved Penny over to him and hugged her to his side. "This was going to happen, Honey -- your daddy just isn't particularly male, you know? Besides, I like girls, and the closer he gets, the better I like it. Now, your mother is STILL a pain in the ass and she STILL accelerated the timeline and she STILL needs to be punished for being worthless -- but this isn't ALL her fault." He slid a hand into my hair as I slid my mouth up and down on his erection and added, "Besides, I think he likes it..." I looked up, my eyes wet and blurry from tears of shame, to find his looking back, so I backed off long enough to say, "He's right, Honey. I'm sorry I'm not..."

"Particularly masculine?" Master finished for me. "I'm not. You know that this is in the possible list of duties for a male concubine, Honey -- just help him adjust, okay? Nothing can change the fact that he's your daddy -- even if he doesn't look like a guy any more, he's still the one."

Penny sniffled a bit. "I'm STILL gonna make her pay!"

Master shrugged. "I told you that you could... How long does she have left on this enema?"

"Eight minutes," Bitch piped up.

"I might enjoy watching you put her through her paces, then," Master mused.

"Yes, Master." Penny's smile was feral.

Master rubbed my back. "Take your time, Slut. You can soak it if you want, so you can watch." I looked the question and Master answered it. "Yeah, you're Slut, now. It will keep the gender confusion down." So I knelt there, licking Master's cock like a lollypop, watching Penny sit on Janine's stomach and making her do sit-ups and leg lifts and anything else she or Bitch could think of until Bitch yelled, "Time!" and they escorted Janine out. Then he got serious and I got serious and he taunted me while he moved my head on his cock with both hands in my hair at the sides of my head. I remember him saying, "I bet you shoot again when I dump in your throat..." -- and I knew he was right and suspected that he was behind it, and it really didn't matter... I did, too, for the record; I shot my goo five feet across the floor while I swallowed his jizz...

Soon after that, it was dinner time; Master had Penny herd an exhausted Janine in front of us and watched the whole thing, grinning. Bitch was one step behind him on the right and I took the left -- and we held hands, off and on. "What's this?" I whispered, at one point.

"Moral support," Bitch replied. "Besides, it's another knife in Cunt's back..."

"Master ordered it?"

"I volunteered. He granted permission. I'm thinking that you're getting a feel for Master's little habits..." Bitch muttered.

"Yeah."

Reggie wandered back and forth, but mostly stayed just ahead of Master. Nothing seemed to faze him. Master seemed to dote on him, too, which was nice. I got the impression that he was exempt from Master's little games... We had a quiet dinner -- everyone except Janine -- and headed back to Master's quarters.

I'd spent a lot of time talking to the AI about what was and was not possible from a design standpoint for torture devices; I had something diabolical in mind. The AI said it was well within materials limitations and it could build it, but it would have to run the device; manual control was out in the short term. If it did everything I wanted done, Janine would have to spend time in a tube, afterward, though. I don't know if I ought to get into it... Do you want to know? You do? Well, since you insist... No, maybe not. Another time, perhaps.

What I settled upon was pretty simple, actually; I sent Bitch and Reggie off to the playground and took what once were the Brocks back to the crew's dayroom. There, I had the AI construct a hook in the floor and latched Janine's collar to it -- directly, so her head was on the floor -- and knelt her up and locked her ankles down similarly such that she was on the floor, kneeling with her head on the floor and her ass in the air. Then I invited anyone who wanted a piece to take one -- from any available hole. "Since your mouth isn't much good, we'll see how the other end works," I told her -- then I gagged her with an inflatable penis gag (the AIs had every kind of bondage equipment design you could possibly imagine available, evidently) and Slut, Penny, and I settled back to watch, Slut kneeling to the left of my chair and Penny kneeling on the right.

After a bit of background manipulation, things got very lively for Janine. Since we could monitor her vital signs, it was easy to ensure that Janine didn't pass out or have a heart attack or swallow her tongue or anything, all she could do was endure -- and endure she did! By my count, she took nine big cocks in her pussy and eleven up her ass -- and a couple of them pissed on her, having been turned loose by the knowledge that it was punishment. The guys just weren't nice; I think every male has been dumped on by a woman at one time or another, and these guys didn't ever have to see Janine again -- something they couldn't say about their OWN slaves -- so they did her up. Somebody even fisted her; she was pretty played-out in the latter stages, anyway. I had to call for a float stretcher when everyone was done; even though Janine had suffered no damage that required a trip to Medical, she was a mess and physically too exhausted to move.

We got her home and put her on the bed on her stomach, propped up some for comfort -- with a front row seat for the next act; opening Slut's ass for business. I've taken a lot of ass cherries -- Tony and I used to trade off on those poor sluts we would roll over at Ray's -- so I knew the easy way and I knew the hard way and I chose the easy way. Slut handled it like a champ, whining a little during the penetration, then slowly getting into it, more and more. I learned that as long as an ass wasn't covered in coarse, dark hair, male and female didn't differ markedly. Pussy is all pink on the inside and so are assholes, you know? Once we got going good and Slut was into it, I stopped and made Cunt crawl over and wedge herself under him and suck his little pee-pee for him -- after which, I went back to work.

Whatever Medical did to make him enjoy it worked; Slut got off on it -- twice. I don't know if he juiced, but his asshole went nuts on me and he moaned and groaned and hunched and had a ball! That pretty much decided me; Slut was gonna look like Toni so I could kid myself that there wasn't a male in there, somewhere. I got a real good nut in that ass, though...

Penny was still unhappy; I had to give her a little talking to in order to keep her from going another three rounds with Cunt. That was all part of the fun, after all, anyway. Cunt didn't have a friend in the world that night; she was on the shit lists of her own ex-mate and daughter, let alone mine! I love it when a plan comes together...

Bitch watched it all, serenely; I knew that she knew that things were going more or less to plan. Something about Bitch isolated her from the worst of my little projects; I think it was the fact that she would cheerfully endure anything I threw at her. Besides, she was an ally, and I tended to need one -- not to mention a spy in the enemy camp.

When the fun was over, I made Cunt sleep across the foot of the bed and let Slut wedge his weenie in the crack of Bitch's ass while I did the same to him; Penny snuggled up behind.