Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Bringing Home Mayu ❯ Chapter 1

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This is my first attempt at doing a hentai fanfic based around someone else's characters, in this case the Mayu character from Rei Shinozaki's Camp Heaven and Camp Mission. Since its based on Shinozaki and coming form me, this is really weird freakshow. Enjoy.

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BRINGING
HOME MAYU

By Hardcover

Based on characters
From Camp
And Camp
Created by
Rei Shinozaki

Dearest Friend:

My name is Mayu Baraki. And I am a freak.

Does it surprise you to hear me say that, to admit to it out loud? I speak only the truth about my condition. And there is simply no way around the reality of it. I wasn’t always like this. Once upon a time, I was just a normal Japanese girl like anyone else. I was shy, and I spent a lot of my time alone, trying not to be noticed. But all of that changed the day I went to my new school, the Dual Side School For Girls. I didn’t know it at the time, but everyone who ever went there changed.

Weird things started happening to my body as soon as I enrolled. Not long after my enrollment, I woke up in the morning and found to my utter shock that I had grown a boy’s penis just above my vagina. What was worse was that as soon I had it, my body seemed to go crazy with lust. I had very little control over myself, masturbating whenever I was alone. I quickly found out that every girl in the school grew one; every girl on campus was a futanari, a girl with both sex organs. But that wasn’t the worst part, I found out. The longer you stayed, the more your body was modified. As I struggled to resist them, I found myself with four breasts and two cocks, my body growing even more freakish.

My body betrayed me time and again, I found myself doing things that I wouldn’t have considered before. Quite by accident, I found that stimulating my asshole while I masturbated made it feel better. And soon I couldn’t help but shove some fingers in there every time I did it. The sensation from masturbating with my asshole got more and more addictive every time I did it. I was a slave, a slave to my own lust, my own perverted desire.

I came to realize that this was a battle I could never win.

At one point, a nice new teacher was brought to the school. His name was Higatsuke Hiroshi, and he was young, handsome, and very considerate. I tried to warn him about the school, but he wouldn’t listen, even when I showed him my four breasts. Perhaps he was just too taken by the horny futa girls everywhere, I don’t really know, but eventually, he became like us, his body changed into a girl’s, the only mark of his masculinity left being the penis above her vagina. It didn’t take long for all the girls to start having their way with her, myself included.

I continued my rebellious attitude, which only made it worse for myself. By the time I was taken from I had become hideously deformed: Ten breasts of different sizes, three huge cocks, two of them the size of my legs. Gross sagging balls, thick nipples the size of a penis, and vaginas at the ends of my big dicks. I was a horrible, grotesque parody of a human being.

To make matters worse, they had surgically altered me so that all four of my limbs where now detachable, removable by simply a touch and a twist, rendering me helpless to anyone who wanted to rape me. I didn’t know what had happened to my old ones, destroyed probably. The new ones were organically constructed, so once they were attached I could not only move them, but feel with them the same as my old ones. But they didn’t decay once detached. Since the skin wasn’t all that real looking, they were covered in black material so it looked like I was wearing long black gloves and nylons when I had them on.

And in the midst of all that, Oh god, some part of me liked it. Some part of me craved the feeling of complete helplessness, of being rendered completely at the mercy of another. They would make me do things that I never would have had the courage to try on my own. I am such a dirty, sick girl.

At the front of all this were the heads of the school: Professor Nakano, Dr. Mari Koenji and the school chairman. They turned me into a baby factory, removing my limbs and impregnating me with my own genes, forcing me to give birth to little genetic duplicates of myself. I don’t know how many daughters I gave birth to, in all honesty I lost track, but with so many of “me” being born, I began to question my identity: If they were “me”, then who was I?

They told me that I was no one, that my existence was completely meaningless. And you know what? I believed them. I gave up, and just allowed myself to be raped and impregnated, my gross distorted form simply flesh to fuck and to birth. For the longest time, I didn’t know who I was anymore. I was no one, and nobody. I was nothing, just a slab of flesh that no one cared about, not even myself.

And I still have no idea what the goal of all this body modification was. And I never did find out what happened to that nice teacher Higatsuke Hiroshi. I knew she became pregnant with a futanari baby, but after that I never heard anything. I hoped she was alright.

How long I lay strapped to that gurney, how many days or weeks I don’t know before the day I first saw Sebastian. In truth, I didn’t really see him, so much as heard him, his appearance blurred behind the glass he was watching me with, talking with Professor Nakano. I had been asleep, and woken up to the smooth sound of his voice, speaking Japanese with a pronounced American accent.

“Professor, I must say, this is quite a bit . . . different from when I originally saw her.” The mystery voice said.

Professor Nakano’s voice joined his, “Yes, since you originally came last year, quite extensive modifications have been made on this subject. Does that bother you?”

“To be quite frank, yes it does. These modifications are quite a bit too extreme for my purposes. I suppose we could look for another girl, but I am quite sure this was the one I wanted.”

“Are you really that sure? She is quite rebellious sometimes, though that really hasn’t been a problem lately.”

“Oh, I am quite sure. Quite sure indeed, Mayu-chan is the one that we want. Can I assume that these gross modifications are completely undoable?”

Koenji-sensei’s voice joined them, “Oh, absolutely. We have developed far enough with our work to be able to produce whatever you like for the most part.”

The mystery man’s voice paused for a bit, and then continued, “If you don’t mind my asking, what happed to her limbs?”

“Oh we modified her so they could be removed at will.” Koenji-sensei said with pride, “Completely detachable and re-attachable, you can render her completely helpless in seconds. It’s proved to be beneficial. We are thinking of modifying all our students that way. Would you like us to reattach them permanently?”

“Oh, no, no, no. That part is most intriguing. I was originally going request a quadruple amputation, but this idea is much more exciting. I’ll thank you to leave that exactly the way it is. No, it’s some of her more outlandish appendages that I don’t want. Some of them, not all. You’re sure you can fix her?”

“No problem. We’ll be able to do whatever modifications you desire. We could even give her a tail, for example, if you so requested.”

“Let us go over her, ah, specifications in your office, I’ll let you know what I have in mind. I am sorry it took so long to finally contact you about this, but this project is very important to me, and to my sister. If it’s not too much trouble, I would like her shipped out as so as the modifications are complete.”

Professor Nakano’s voice could be heard again, “After all your generous financial support? It’s no problem at all Mr. Serrafin. Let’s go to my office and we’ll discuss your requirements.”

The figure pressed up against the glass, and I heard him mumble, “Soon, you’ll be all ours, Mayu-chan.”

I was left alone, for a several hours. It seemed I was going to be modified again, turned into a different sort of freak once more. Time passed slowly, but I didn’t even bother to wonder what they had been talking about. After all, I was no one, a meaningless pile of flesh that no one cared about. What did it matter what they did to me?

After a time, Koenji-sensei returned with a team of her surgeons, all decked out in scrubs and latex gloves, ready to operate. They never said anything to me at first, didn’t bother to tell me what they were planning to do to me. I wasn’t sure I really wanted to know. They filed around me, I was still unable to move, the stumps of my limps firmly secured to the surgical bed. I heard a squeaking sound as Koenji-sensei wheeled the tank of anesthetics over to me.

She picked up the plastic mask, and pushed my ridiculous over sized cocks out of the way. She leaned over, looking me in the face.

“What are you doing to me?” I asked her.

She smiled, and said, “Congratulations, Mayu-chan. You’re going to be going to .”

Humming the Star Spangled Banner, she placed the mask over my face, and I felt the strong smell of the gas as I inhaled deeply. The room fogged as I lost consciousness, fading into oblivion.

I don’t know how much time passed, but when I awoke, I was in a box. I was lying on some soft cushions of some kind, surrounded by what looked like a tough plastic of the kind they make suitcases out of. It was with a sudden sinking feeling in my stomach that I realized that I had been mailed. I was in a container, and I had been shipped like so much cargo. I guessed that’s all I was, really; meaningless cargo, to be shipped, bought and sold. I was naked, and without my limbs.

I wondered what else had been done to me.

Above me, there was a hissing sound, and the top of the case opened up. I blinked, squinting as my eyes adjusted to the light. Easy, since wherever I was, it was low lit to begin with. Above me, I could see a high wooden ceiling, decorated with many strange symbols running in a circle around the center. Hanging from the middle was an elaborate crystal chandelier, gently bathing the room in a low golden light. It was beautiful, the biggest chandelier I had ever seen outside of an opera house.

A face appeared in the opening, looking down at me. She looked young, maybe in her mid to late twenties. She was Caucasian, and very beautiful, but very strange looking. She hand long black hair that pilled down from around her head in waves. Her face was round, and very pretty, but her skin was almost deathly pale. We’ve all seen people who don’t go in the sun much, but his was different; her flesh was almost translucent in its color. Her eyes were the same, a milky white color, slightly pink around the iris.

She was dressed in a long, black strapless dress that clung her voluptuous form sensually, and the way she moved in it seemed to seduce you with every motion.

She smiled eerily, “Oh, look she’s awake already.”

She spoke in English; her voice was soft but low and fluid, almost like music flowing from her lips when she talked. She ran her eyes over me, appraisingly, looking me over. I cringed a little, I was used to people seeing me naked, but this seemed a little different, almost like she could see inside me; like she could read my thoughts. I know that was silly, but there was something in her gaze.

“Hello, Mayu.” She cooed.

Another voice came from somewhere else outside the box. I recognized it was the same one I had heard on the other side of the glass.

“What do you think?” He asked the woman, “Does she meet with your approval?”

“She’s beautiful.” The woman declared, looking me over with excitement in her eyes, “She so beautiful . . . she’s perfect. You’re perfect, do you know that?”

I blushed at her gushing compliments; it had been so long since anyone had referred to me as anything other then a slut or a whore. She reached into the box and gripped me under my arm stumps, easily lifting me out. I weighed quite a bit less without my appendages. I could now see around me better, and I gasped. I was in an enormormous room, filled with antique furniture, done up in dark wood construction of the old world European manner. A large staircase led up to the second story, the room itself being two stories high. A huge fireplace crackled on the left wall, bathing the room in a soft orange glow.

Next to it sat an immense, antique grandfather clock, patiently ticking the seconds away, the polished silver hands moving ever so slowly across the intricately forged face.

In front of it stood the man whose voice I had heard. He was a tall, thin man with a round face, Caucasian, like the woman. Like the woman, his skin was incredibly pale and white, and his eyes the same white and pink. His hair was long, and strait, but also completely white like the rest of him. He was dressed in an old fashioned black suit, pleated pants and a vest over a black silk shirt. He wore a long black over coat that looked like something from the 1800s. He stood looking at the clock, a pocket watch on a chain in his hand. He seemed to be checking the time.

They both looked astonishingly similar; they had to be twins.

There was a series of black soft couches in front of the fire place and an old wood coffee table in the middle, over an ornate Persian rug. The whole room oozed opulence and richness; this must be some kind of mansion. It was almost like something out of another time. The woman set me down on one of the couches carefully, and took a step back, looking me over again with a broad smile.

I could hear wind howling outside; it seemed to be night time.

Next to the fireplace on the opposite side to the clock, was a large mirror. I turned and looked at myself in it. I had, indeed, been modified again: The ridiculous horse sized cocks were gone now, replaced with two normal sized ones like I had been given before, maybe a little bit bigger then the old ones, but not much. They hung limply on either side of my small scrotum, hiding my vagina just behind them. I now had six breasts, all evenly matched in size, set in two vertical rows of three across my chest. My nipples were thick, puffier then they had been, and already a little hard, but relatively normal in size compared to the phallic shape some of them had before. The breasts themselves easily each a D-cup, though they sure as hell didn’t make any bras that would fit me as I was now. The ends of my stumps were a little bit different now, the metal attachments where my arms and legs connected a bit less obvious.

Sad to say, this was the closest I had been to normal in a very long time.

“Does she speak English?” The woman asked looking at the man.

“She’s supposed to.” He said, still examining the clock.

She looked at me, “Do you understand us, Mayu?”

“Hai.” I answered, and then corrected myself, “Yes.”

“So you can speak English too?”

“A little.” I replied.

In truth, it was more then a little, it had been required learning at Dual since so many of their clients came from (although my home country was no slouch when it came to strange fetishes). I spoke it confidently enough, although with a heavy accent.

“Good.” She nodded.

“Where am I?” I asked, looking between the two of them, “Who are you?”

The man spoke, “My name is Sebastian Sarrafin, and this is my sister, Sapphire. You are in our house, in You will live here with us; this is your home now.”

“Many other . . . unique people call this their home.” Sapphire told me, “You’re part of our family now. You will address us as Master Sebastian and Mistress Sapphire.”

“W-where are my arms and legs?” I asked, hoping it wasn’t too much to ask.

“They’re locked away safely upstairs in your room.” Sebastian informed me, “They got here before you did. You were stuck in customs for a while.”

I looked around myself, the mansion seemed huge. I wondered how many people lived here. The Sarrafins themselves frightened me; I had no idea what they wanted me for. Could it be any worse then my life at Dual? I really didn’t want to find out.

Sebastian stepped forward, his face low, and his eyes intense. Outside the mansion I heard the wind howling past the windows. The fireplace cast dancing shadows across the walls and ceilings, moving at a frenetic pace, seeming somehow like some ancient pagan rituals from the old forests of yore. I shivered as he gazed at me, those pale pink eyes boring into me.

He spoke in a fluid, poetic manner as he slowly moved towards me:

“Look around
At land and sky.
Upon the ground,
With your mind’s eye.

The darkened air,
The shadows long.
Wind in your hair,
You feel wrong.

Black clouds above.
The fog so thick.
Forbidden love.
A needle’s prick.

We stand apart,
In darkness deep.
An evil art.
A stilled heart beat.

Of twisted girls.
And wicked boys.
Barbed wire curls,
And lethal toys.

An opened coffin,
And exhumed graves.
Not spoken often
By lust’s new slaves.”

Moving around behind the couch, and behind me, Sapphire picked up the dialogue, her strange soft voice seeming to waft around me like a faint scent.

She spoke:

“Like eerie lakebeds,
And a hidden room.
Still living heads,
That speak of doom.

At us they stare,
Our bodies strange.
Malicious their glare,
But they’re all the same.

To us you come,
Unique in form,
From them you run.
New you are born.

Like witch’s potions.
And demon cats.
Of sensual motions,
And scurrying rats.

Cast off their commands
And look deep within.
Walk forbidden lands,
And revel in sin.

Your touch now cold
Claws under their skin.
Your venom takes hold,
Your poison seeps in.”

She came around the couch to my other side staring at me intently. Sebastian had reached me, and ran his long pale fingers lightly through my hair.

He said, “Legs open wide,
Loose all control.
No place to hide.
We lay bare your soul.”

I could swear, I heard a wolf howl outside as soon as they finished their strange poem, the sorrowful sound mingling with the wind in an unmitigated song of woe. I looked apprehensively between the two of them. A feeling of dread was picking up in my stomach, clawing at my insides. Their appearance, they way they talked and dressed like they were from some other time; my mind was leaping at a conclusion that I was afraid to entertain.

“Are you . . . you two . . . ?” I asked, hesitantly, and the whispered that last part with a sense of foreboding horror, “Are you . . . vampires?”

It was no small measure of relief when they both looked at each other and burst out laughing. I breathed a sigh of reprieve, happy that I’d been wrong, but feeling a little silly. They giggled pleasantly while I sat there red faced and blushing.

Sapphire sat down on the couch and put an arm around me, “Only when we wear plastic fangs to Goth clubs, sweetie.”

Sebastian added, “You’ve got quite an imagination; that’s good. No, dear Mayu, I’m afraid our unusual appearance is the result of something as mundane and un-fantastic as an absence of melanin pigment in our bodies.”

“Melanin pigment . . .” I thought for a second, trying to put that in focus, “Albinos. You are both albinos?”

“Quite. My sister dyes her hair black; it’s really the same as my own.” Sebastian explained, sitting down on the couch on my other side.

No wonder it was so dark in here.

Sapphire brushed some of my hair out of my eyes, “You’re adorable.”

They both laughed again, and even I let out a nervous chuckle. Sapphire continued to move her fingers through my hair, gazing at me with that strange lustful sparkle in her pale pink eyes. She looked over my face, a sly, mischievous smile on her face.

“You’re beautiful. Do you know that, Mayu?” She cooed, “You’re perfect, so perfect.”

Sebastian edged closer to me, my body was already reacting to their nearness, and the soft tingles of arousal began to drift through me as my uncontrollable libido began to rear its head.

Sebastian said, “And you’re very important to us, dear Mayu, so very important.”

“Me?” I asked, my breath deepening, “But I’m worthless. I’m nothing, completely meaningless.”

A pained look flittered across Sapphire’s face, “Oh, Mayu. That’s not true. You’re so lovely, so wonderful.”

She smiled, moving closer, “I love you, Mayu.”

The statement seemed to me to be the height of absurdity. For Pete’s sake, Sapphire had just met me when she pulled me out of box five minutes ago. Who would love me anyways?

She leaned over and kissed me deeply on the lips, her mouth moving sensuously against mine. I felt my nipples, all six of them, stiffen as we kissed. My body reacted on its own, kissing her back. It wasn’t bad though, her kisses we soft and sensual, tender and arousing all at the same time. My eyes closed, and my heart fluttered behind my six breasts.

She broke the kiss, and Sebastian’s hand gently touched my chin, moving my head over. He kissed me as well, moving his lips against mine, gently slipping his tongue into my mouth. My body shivered all over, desire welling up in me. I could feel myself getting hard, my pussy starting moisten with arousal. How strange, I thought, for them to waste such wonderful kisses on something as meaningless as me.

He lifted his head away, breaking the kiss. I opened my eyes, and was surprised by what I saw: Sebastian leaned closer to his sister, slipping an arm around Sapphire’s shoulders and bringing her up to him. To my shock, they kissed each other, their lips moving together in a deep, hot, incestual kiss. In front of me, and without remorse, brother and sister made out, in a highly sexual, forbidden manner, their tongues clearly darting in and out of each other’s mouth. It was obvious, too, that they had done this before.

Oh . . . my . . . god!

The taboo kiss was interrupted when someone else came into the room. It was a small, young girl wearing a maid’s outfit, done up in the full classical French Maid archetype, with the fishnet stocking, copious cleavage, and really really short skirt, so that she looked more like a cosplayer then an actual employee. She was Japanese, like me, with a soft round face. She had long strait hair which she had colored to a light brown and tied high on both sides of her head. She was small, but very curvy.

She walked into the room, her stiletto heels clacking on the floor, a slight joyous bounce to her walk. She seemed unaffected by the incestual kiss going on in front of her; perhaps she had seen it before. She couldn’t really see me, as I was behind them. When she spoke, it was in a high, cutesy voice with barely a hint of a Japanese accent.

As she moved, I heard a slight tinkling sound. I wondered what it could be.

“Master Sebastian, Mistress Sapphire?” She said, halting in front of us, “You sent for me?”

“Ah, yes, Umeko.” Sebastian said looking around at her, “Our new houseguest has finally arrived, no thanks to the US Customs Department.”

They both split apart, giving Umeko a good look at me, in all my freakishness. I blushed, wanting to hide my deformities from her sight, even though I had been exposed like this before, and in much worse shape. Umeko betrayed no hint of horror or disgust on her face though, simply smiling happily as she rolled her eyes up and down my limbless body.

“This is Mayu?” She asked, grinning, “Omigosh! She’s wonderful.”

“We think so too.” Sapphire said, kissing me again.

I looked at Umeko, and then spoke to her Japanese, “You’re Japanese, aren’t you? Like me? What are they going to do with me?”

Umeko fixed me with a disapproving stare. She shook her finger at me the way a teacher might to berate a child.

“No, no, no. You’re in now.” She scolded, “We speak English here. How do you expect to get better at it if you don’t use it?”

“Fair enough.” I sighed, switching back to English.

It made sense, I’d run into Americans who had lived in for thirty years, but because the only used Japanese when they absolutely had to, they didn’t speak it very well. If I was going to live in I was going to have to get used to English.

“May I play with her?” Umeko asked, cheerfully.

“For right now, my sister and I would like to sample her ourselves.” Sebastian told her, “But you may watch, and do what you will for your own gratification.”

“Yay!” Umeko squealed, flopping down on one of the other couches, her eyes lighting up.

Each one taking their turns, Sebastian and Sapphire began kissing me again, their tongues exploring my mouth. They moved their hands across my breasts, teasing my nipples and squeezing my boobs. My eyes closed as my body took over, making me abandon myself to their attentions. My breasts felt surprisingly sensitive as they caressed them, making me move a little in excitement, a moan escaping my lips.

“You’re so responsive.” Sebastian whispered, “That’s so cute. I love you so much, Mayu.”

There it was again, that word. It didn’t make sense, who would love a worthless freak like me after only five minutes?

Teasing them with her finger, Sapphire played with my nipples, “Ooo, you’re hard, Mayu.”

I looked down, and sure enough, both my cocks stood at full attention, hard and ready for action. I could feel moistness flowing between my legs. Sapphire reached down and gripped my top dick, gently masturbating it while she kissed me, still rubbing my boobs with her other hand.

I felt Sebastian’s hand on my lower cock, and the two of them together jerked me off, making me move and squirm a little with pleasure. I knew there was no fighting this, myy body had been out of control for a long time. I moaned, enjoying what they were doing to me.

“Does that feel good, Mayu?” Sapphire asked.

“Yes.” I moaned.

“Yes, what?” She asked.

“Yes . . . Mistress.” I said realizing what she wanted to hear.

She touched my nipple playfully, and then, to my utter surprise, she pushed her finger through the tip, and into my breast. I yelped in shock as her whole finger pushed through the nipple. This must be another way that I had been modified. She shoved her finger all the way in, and to make it even more bizarre, it felt good, really good, to be penetrated in this strange new way. She moved her finger in and out, finger fucking my boob. The room seemed to swim as I absorbed the strangeness of it, the surrealness of the new feelings.

Sebastian moved his hand down lower and began to rub my pussy, making my limbless body jerk as I moaned with bliss. Their hands felt incredible, so skilled at stimulating my strange body. His fingers slipped into me, moving in and out of my pussy, making me shiver a little, this time in lust. One of his fingers slipped into another nipple and began the same in and out movements. I moaned, twisting my freakish body; know the futileness of fighting my uncontrolled lust. God, I’m such a dirty slut.

Stopping her attentions, Sapphire stood up. Reaching behind herself, she unzipped her dress and let if fall to her waist, exposing her breasts. They were large, the soft, puffy nipples hard and erect, a light shade of pink against her white, translucent skin. She sensually pushed her dress down over he hips, wiggling her body sexily as she did so, finally letting it drop to the floor. She wore no underwear underneath.

I gaped at what I saw: Her pussy was in full view, shaved and well cleaned, but just above it was a large, hard, male penis and small scrotum. Like me, Sapphire was a futanari.

“Isn’t my sister beautiful when she’s naked?” Sebastian whispered in my ear.

I nodded my head in agreement. As she came over, Sebastian moved me forward to her, moving my head to her cock. She gently put the tip to my lips. I didn’t have to be told, I knew what to do. I opened my mouth and let it slip inside, moving my head back and forth as I sucked on her cock. It felt good in my mouth, and she didn’t cram it in there the way most people had when I was at Dual. I sucked her, moving my head back and forth on my limbless torso.

Next to me, Sebastian took his coat and his shirt off, and then, to my surprise one more, he leaned forward and took his sister’s dick out of my mouth, putting it in his own. She moaned delightedly as he sucked her off, moving his head up and down, before handing the cock back to me and slipping it right back in my mouth. I bobbed up and down more on Sapphire’s dick, enjoying it in spite of myself.

I ran my tongue down her shaft and sucked lightly on her balls, before giving her wet pussy a lick. Moving back up, I sucked her dick some more as her brother got behind her and licked at her pussy from the rear, making her shudder with delight. We both worked on her, my mouth running up and down her hard fat cock.

Sebastian stood up, and kissed his sister deeply before undoing his pants and pushing them down, stripping himself naked. They stood in front of me, their hard cocks displayed and ready for my lips. As I looked at them, I spied something behind Sebastian’s balls: A perfect female vagina! Sebastian was a futanari too, but a male one, which I had never seen. Part of me was shocked, but another part of me rose to the occasion, intrigued by this new development.

I could see Umeko on the couch, rubbing herself all over. She had lifted her top and her bra and exposed her small breasts which she rubbed playfully. Her panties had been pulled down and her skirt lifted up and I was surprised to see another big dick sticking out from between her legs. I mean, I shouldn’t have been so surprised, after all, all of my old classmates and teachers were all futas, but I kept coming as a surprise every time one was revealed to me.

They brought me forward and I took each of their cocks in my mouth in turn, sucking on each of them, feeling the warm organ against my tongue. It was useless to deny that I loved sucking dick; I wondered whatever became of the lonely innocent girl I used to be. I sucked rapidly, moving from one to the other.

Sapphire then lay down on the couch, spreading her legs wide and pulling them back, explicitly exposing her pussy and asshole to the rest of us, jerking her hard cock. She licked her lips and grinned at me.

“Come fuck your mistress, Mayu,” She cooed, “Show me what those two cocks can do. I want one in each hole.”

Rolling over her, I got my body between her legs. With no hands to guide myself, I tried to enter her several times, but finally both she and her brother reached down and guided me in. I can’t tell you how good it feels when you have two cocks and you double penetrate a girl. I’d done it lots of times back in school, even to that nice teacher, and it felt amazing every time. Sapphire arched her back as I entered her, moaning loudly. I moved my hips, a little awkward with no legs but I managed, and thrust in and out of her rapidly.

“Oh, you’re divine!” Sapphire groaned.

“I am just a freak.” I mumbled.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Sebastian said as he came up behind me.

I felt his cock press against my vagina, and I squirmed in anticipation, my body wanting to get fucked so badly I trembled. He entered me and I cried out, moaning as pleasure took hold and I felt his penis shove deep inside me. He began to move in and out rapidly, the force of his thrusts driving me deeper into his sister. The three of us fucked like wild on that couch, moaning and wailing, sweat covering our bodies.

“Omigod!” Umeko panted, “That is so fuck’n hot!”

I couldn’t see her from this position, but I could hear the slapping sound as she masturbated herself rapidly.

As he fucked me, Sebastian told me, “Feels much better then usual, doesn’t it? That because you now have a second clitoris at the bottom of your vagina. Can you feel how much pleasure that gives you? Double your pleasure, double your fun and all that?”

He was right, my pussy was alive in ways it had never been before, the thrusting cock stimulating both my clits and driving me wild.

Sebastian pulled out of me and rose up a little, and I knew what was coming next: Damn near everyone always wanted to do me in my butt, and I had developed a real craving for it. It was so submissive, yes, but what else could a worthless slut like me do but submit?

“Pardon me, but I really have to try this, Mayu.” He panted, “You can’t see it, but you’re rectum has been modified into a small vagina. Its smaller then your original one, but just as elastic. You now have two pussies now, to go with your two cocks.”

If I seemed a little blaze about this revelation, it was only because much weirder things had been done to my body in the past. He pushed against my ass . . . or my pussy . . . maybe my ass-pussy if you prefer, and entered me. His cock shoved deep into me, and my whole body spasmed and shuddered. The feeling was incredible, the same feeling of being fucked up the ass COUPLED with the feeling of being fucked in my pussy, an incredible sensation that sent waves of pleasure through me. I squirmed in joy and pleasure as he fucked my new pussy, my cocks still deep in his sister’s holes.

“Oh god! Oh god, this feels so good!” I screamed.

For a split second, a tiny little blip of time, I was glad I had been modified.

Writhing under me, twisting her body, Sapphire cried out and squealed, her body trembling, her breast shaking back and forth as she did, her mouth open in a perfect ‘O’. She threw her head back, groaning with pleasure. I had been double penetrated many times by now; I knew how good this felt.

“Oh! Ah, Mayu, I’m cumming!” She cried.

I was momentarily confused until I remembered that “cumming” was English language slang for an orgasm. Umeko had been right; I really did have to polish up my use of the language.

I felt my own pleasure building as Sapphire screamed and quivered under me, her orgasm causing her to writhe in ecstasy. I cried out loud, unable to hold back anymore, my body trembling and squirming as I finally came, ejaculating with both my dicks inside Sapphire’s ass and pussy. She squealed with delight as I did, giggling and moaning in joy.

“Oh, cum in me!” She called.

All I did was lapse into nonsensical Japanese words that had nothing to do with anything; the strength of my orgasms was that big. I groaned and grunted, writhing and delight as I ejaculated, spewing my sperm into her holes while her bother continued to drill into my new second pussy. I was panting and covered in sweat before I finally finished.

They set me back on the couch, sitting up, my cocks still dripping a little cum. I saw Umeko: She was completely naked now, one of her hands pumping up and down on her hard cock, the other shoving her fingers into her pussy and asshole. She masturbated furiously, leering at us with undisguised glee.

Sebastian kissed his sister again and they both got in front of me, holding out their hard cocks. They leaned down pressing their dicks against my nipples. It took me a second to realize what they were about to do, and when I did, I cried out in shock.

“No! That will hurt me!” I cried.

“It shouldn’t, it cost enough to make you like this.” Sebastian commented.

The tip of his cock pressed against my nipple, and then slid in, my breast opening up to him like it was made of play dough. He pushed his cock through my nipple, and deeper and deeper into my breast. Sapphire did the same thing, slipping her hard dick into my severely altered boob. I yelled garbled incoherent sounds as my breasts were penetrated as easily as my vagina. I moaned and ground my teeth, unable to fully believe what was being done to me as my open distended nipples walled up their dicks. They began to fuck my chest, moving in and out of my breasts.

I squirmed, my body trembling, I couldn’t believe it, but this felt good. Really, good, incredible even, to have my breasts penetrated like this. More waves of pleasure washed over me as I groaned and cried in gratification.

I heard Umeko squeal with a sound that could break glass as she ejaculated all over herself, her body convulsing rapidly as she came.

Sebastian and Sapphire were picking up speed, fucking my chest rapidly. I moaned and squirmed, in the grip of this incredible new pleasure that I, and as far as I knew; I alone, was now capable of. I bit my lip, twisting my body. It was an incredible feeling, jolt of delight flooding my body from my chest. My eyes were wide and my mouth hung open, I think I actually drooled a little, my body flushing red as my tits were fucked. I couldn’t understand whey this felt so good, maybe they’d put a clitoris in each of my nipples, I don’t know, but it did, and I was squealing with delight as they penetrated my breasts.

I felt like I was loosing all control, I cried out in lust.

“You like that, don’t you, Mayu?” Sapphire purred, thrusting into me.

“Ah, yes! I like it, oh, go deeper.” I exclaimed, my body shaking.

They fucked my boobs good and hard, and kept going until I heard them both moaning and groaning as they screwed me faster and faster. At the same time, I felt the warm sticky flood of semen squirt into each of the breasts they were using. I writhed in delight and suddenly felt myself cum again, the sensations flowing from my breasts. I moaned loudly and cried out in pleasure as bother and sister came together, ejaculating into my modified boobs.

When they both finally pulled out, I fell back to the couch, spent, two of my boobs leaking cum like it was milk, my nipples settling back to their normal size. My chest rose and fell as my breathing slowed, making all six of my breasts jiggle and heave.

They both kissed me, softly, sensually, running their hands on my body.

“Do you see now?” Sebastian said, “Why you’re so important to us?”

Not sure what he wanted to hear, I said, “I am . . . fun to have sex with?”

“Oh, Mayu,” Sapphire soothed, “It’s more then that, you may just help us change to world.”

“Me?” I asked, perplexed, “How could I do that? I’m just a limbless freak?”

“Again you say that like it’s a bad thing.” Sebastian rebuked, “If you’re a freak then there’s only one person in the world like you. Isn’t that more valuable then the teeming mass of sameness that makes up the bulk of the people you see out there? Isn’t it more desirable to be a freak then just a nameless face in the crowd? John Merrick’s name will live forever as The Elephant Man. Do you really think anyone would remember him is he was just like everyone else?”

Sapphire nuzzled my neck, “Think of it like a painting: An original piece of work can sell for millions of dollars. Prints are made of famous paintings, but a most they’ll be worth a couple of hundred. Mayu, you’re not a print, with six boobs, two dicks, and two pussies, you’re a Mona Lisa.”

Flopped down on the opposite couch, looking spent and satiated, Umeko, “Woah, that was HAWT! She’s gonna be really popular here.”

Sebastian stood up, “Well, Umeko, since you seem to be in need of a little cleaning up yourself, perhaps you would take Mayu up to one of the bathrooms and get her washed up and presentable?”

Jumping up from the couch, Umeko squealed, “Sure!”

She came over to me, grinning from ear to ear, picking me up by my arm stumps and the wrapping her hands around my body, holding me like a small child.

“Come on, Mayu-chan, let’s go take a bath.” She giggled as she carried me up the stairs.

As we went up towards the second floor, the phone rang behind us and I heard Sebastian pick it up.

“Sarrafin residence, may I ask who’s calling . . .” He said into the phone, “Ah, Professor Mubuzubu, how good of you to call.

When we reached the bathroom it was, no surprise, enormous. It was obviously only one of quite a few that I was sure were in this mansion. This one had the huge European bath tubes and ornate tiles that you’d expect in a place like this. Umeko sat me in the tube and began to diligently wash me, cleaning every inch of me, soaping up my body and shampooing my hair.

“You know, if you got me my arms, I could do most of this myself.” I suggested.

“Oh, their locked up in your room.” She said, “Anyways, I don’t mind. It’s fun to bath together. Besides, I’m a maid. I clean things, it’s what I do. I’ll make you squeaky clean, don’t worry about it.”

She massaged the shampoo into my hair, whistling a little as she washed me. I supposed I could have started asking her a lot of questions, but back in school every time I had I had ended up modified again, so I kept my mouth shut, for the most part, and just let Umeko cheerful clean my body. As soon as she started soaping up my breasts, I noticed she got a little hard again, causing me to blush a bit.

“Awe, you’re so pretty when you blush, Mayu.” She sang to me happily, “I just love you too much.”

She kissed me on the lips playfully, and continued washing me. There was that word again, it seemed like the ultimate absurdity that these people would continually say they loved me an hour or so after they yanked me out of a mailing container.

“Umeko?” I risked a question, “Why does everyone keep saying that? You guys just met me today?”

“Oh, that’s not true,” She replied with a wink, “We’ve been preparing for your arrival for over a year now. The Master and Mistress have been carefully observing you, getting reports and videos from your school. You’re very important to them, and that makes you very important to the rest of us. Which is why we all love you.”

“How can you love me, I’m a meaningless freak?” I said softly, casting my eyes down.

In response, Umeko took me out of the tub and placed me in front of the large wall length mirror on the far side. It was hardly fogged, and I could see myself clearly.

“Look at yourself, you’re incredible.” Umeko whispered in my ear, “You’re one of the most amazing, unique people I’ve ever met, and I’ve seen a lot of unusual people. How could anyone do anything but love you.”

I stared at my strange reflection in the mirror. For the first time I could see my second vagina: It was thinner, and smaller them my original one, but it seemed tight and sort of cute. In a way, I could see what she meant, there was something intriguing about my new shape, and at least I was no longer as grotesque as I had been before. Or maybe, after so much time at Dual, I had gotten used to freakish forms like this. In any event, there was one small part of me the liked the appreciation.

As days went by and I remained in the mansion, life was more or less easy for me. My limbs were kept in a locked box and only the Sarrafins had the key, and I was hardly ever given them. Sometimes, when one of both of them wanted to go for a walk out in the huge maze like garden in the back, I was given my legs, and when we dined together, I was given my arms. Sometimes, I helped Umeko do the shopping, and I was given all my limbs for that. But for the most part, I was left to get around on my metal tipped stumps.

My room was a wide chamber done with a mix of classical design and modern convenience. The whole room was furnished in lush antique furniture, including a massive four poster bed to sleep in, but also contain a huge HD TV and all the trimmings like satellite TV and a full stereo set. I had my own bathroom, with was designed apparently with me in mind. Without giving away too much information, everything was low to the ground and easily accessible to me, and everything I needed taken care of could be done by pushing large plates with my stumps.

My education was continued by a young private tutor named Mr. Crowley who came for several hours a day to instruct me. I was always dressed in school girl clothes before he arrived, hiding my strange malformations. As far as Mr. Crowley seemed to be concerned, I just an unfortunate quadruple amputee. He was an excellent teacher however, and I was learning quite bit from him.

I had full run of the mansion, but I hadn’t explored all of it, especially since it took me so long to get anywhere. I was given plenty of clothes, mostly old style short frilly dresses that Sapphire picked out for me; she seemed to enjoy dressing me up like I was some sort of life sized talking doll. To be frank, I didn’t really mind her gushing compliments about how pretty I looked in every single garment she put on me.

It was strange, but I never really saw any of the other residents of the mansion. I saw their chauffer, Celeste, from time to time: She was six foot eight and almost as pale as her employers, but she was nice and easy to talk to. She was German, and spoke with a slight accent. But aside from that, I never seemed to see any of the other guests. Oh, I knew they were there; I heard them sometimes moving around, I sometimes I saw some of them outside in the garden from my room up above. But that was it.

The only time I saw anyone else, was one night as I explored the hallways on my stumps. I saw some movement down the hall and scurried towards it. To my surprise, I saw a young blonde girl crawling across the floor. She was another quadruple amputee like myself, except that I was pretty sure she didn’t have the advantage of attachable limbs.

She was dressed in a short frilly black and white dress, with small puffy white silk caps tied to the ends of her stumps. She crawled around, moving down the hall, and stopped when she saw me, gasping. She stared for a second and then smiled warmly.

“You’re Mayu, aren’t you?” She said.

“Yes,” I said, “Who are you? Do you live here too?”

She smiled apologetically, “I’m not allowed to talk to you yet, but I will be soon.”

She scuttled away on her stumps, only stopping to the look over her shoulder and say, “You’re just as pretty as they said you were.”

And after that, she was gone, disappearing into one of the other doors. I was left feeling confused and uncomprehending.

Not surprisingly, I was being used a lot by the Sarrafins, though sometimes they liked to just have me watch while they committed more incest with each other. It’s amazing how accustomed to the idea I became. We did more then just screw, however: They liked to read, quite a bit, and would often read books out loud to each other. Soon, they began including me in this experience, reading to me, or having me read to them (which proved helpful in improving my command of English). Sometimes, they liked to play music, Sebastian on the piano and Sapphire playing the violin. They were both excellent musicians, and the haunting classical music they played was a pure joy to listen to. I think those were my favorite times at the mansion, just listening to them play.

It was odd, but I was beginning to like the Sarrafins.

There was also, of course, Umeko, who I saw all the time. When neither of us was busy with anything late at night, she took to carrying me to her room, where we’d listen her taste in J-Pop music, and watch movies. She would then insist on us getting rip roaring drunk. I had never ever drank before in my life, but Umeko insisted on it, and who was I to argue with her. We’d both get completely inebriated and then fuck like crazy all night long. I began to enjoy the dizzy uninhibited feeling the booze gave me, and started worrying that I’d turn into an alcoholic.

A strange incident occurred one day, when out of the blue, Sebastian came to me and told me he’d like me to go on a drive with him. He picked me up, not bothering with my limbs, and carried my to the long Rolls Royce limousine he sometimes used, with Celeste already at the wheel. We drove out silently, until we eventually came to a large overpass that stretched over a wide freeway. The smog itself could tell you that we were close to one at rush hour.

We stopped by the side, and Sebastian picked me up and carried me to the railing over looking the freeway. Celeste got out with us and held a large black umbrella over my master to keep the sun off his sensitive skin. For a split second, I thought he was going to throw me over the side. I completely panicked and started screaming and struggling.

“No, Master!” I cried, wiggling my stumps, “Don’t kill me! I’ll do better! I’ll do whatever you want, please don’t kill me!”

Sebastian looked at me with a pained expression on his face, “Shhh! No, Mayu, take it easy, I’m not going to kill you, I just want to show something to you.”

I stopped kicking and looked up to him, tear having sprung in my eyes. I almost gasped when I saw him; the hurt expression looked positively poignant.

“You wound me, dear Mayu.” He said, brushing the tears away from my eyes, “I would never want to kill you.”

“I . . . I am sorry.” I said, “I panicked. Pretty silly of me.”

“Yes, quite silly.” Sebastian laughed and then kissed me, “I’m just glad we sorted that out before drawing a crowd.”

He set me up on the railing, over looking the freeway, his arms wrapped protectively around me. The freeway was jam packed with cars, all stuck in a massive traffic jam that seemed to stretch for miles. I looked down at the cars, all stuck like a long brick road, miserable passengers in each of them.

Whispering close to my ear, Sebastian said, “Do you know what those are, Mayu?”

Having no idea what he was getting at, I said, “They are cars.”

“No, they’re metal coffins.” He told me.

“I don’t understand?” I looked at him.

“All those people, trapped in those metal boxes. They’re miserable; you can see it from here. All going through their daily lives, aspiring to sameness and anonymity; trying so hard to be just small part of a gross life devouring whole.”

“But you drive a Jaguar?” I said, risking the comment.

He chuckled, thank god, “Its not that they own cars that is the problem, it’s the way they live their lives that makes their cars their coffins. All these people, they aspire to a life devoid of pleasure and feeling, devoid of identity. They aspire to blandness, and to frigidity and impotence. They try to make themselves as unremarkable as possible. Unlike you or me, they have nothing about their personalities to truly make themselves individuals. In the end, most of them will amount to little more then compost.

“I just want you to realize how important it is to be above this sort of thing. You call yourself a freak, and that may be true. But you are one of the most unique and beautiful creatures on the planet. I would hate one day for you to be like them, driving to a job that you hate, with people you loathe, one day blurring into the next in a never ending parade of dullness. Always remember, Mayu, you are better then that.”

He kissed me again, this time a long passionate kiss on the lips. And we headed back to the car and drove back to the mansion, with Sebastian gently kissing and caressing me all the way home.

Soon after that, a music instructor began coming to the house to teach me. I leaned how to play the piano and guitar a little bit (with my arms attached, naturally), but what I really enjoyed and excelled at was singing. I had very seldom ever sung before, it used to be too embarrassing. But now I had begun to realize that my voice wasn’t so bad, and I enjoyed singing. Quite soon, the Sarrafin’s ceased simply playing music too me, and began to play with me on vocals. I would sing, naked, welling up deep passions and emotions.

A dance instructor also came for me, for which I was given all my limbs. She taught me all sorts of dance, but seemed to focus on the more sensual moves, many of them seemed to be stripper moves. I also leaned how to do a mean Tango. I’ll have you know that having six breasts makes dancing a little more difficult. The dance teacher was fond of using me after my lessons, which I guess was part of her payment. After leaning all those sexy dances, it actually came as sort of a release. My god, I had turned into such a little slut; my mother would be horrified if she knew half of what I’d done.

One day, I was told we were going to host a party a few weeks away over the weekend, and that I would be part of the featured entertainment. Needless to say, I knew what that meant, but lots of conditioning at Dual had accustomed me to surrendering myself to strangers. As it was explained to me, some of the more affluent guests would be arriving a day earlier as part of a planning group for the party, and to be given a sneak preview. These were the children of various wealthy businessmen and politicians.

Sebastian was not subtle about his opinion of them, “Over privileged trust fund brats the lot of them. Don’t let them rattle you, Mayu, try to remember that you’re better then them.”

It was hard to agree with that: I wasn’t better then anyone, not meaningless, worthless me. How could I be better then the scions of the rich and powerful?

At any rate, the dance lessons began to include instruction on how to take off my clothes while I danced. I had been right: I was being taught how to be a stripper. I strived to please my masters as best I could, but I always felt clumsy, no matter what the instructor told me. As it turned out, I was also expected to sing during my strip act, and a routine was being worked on for me to display at this party. I worked hard; hoping to be everything the Sarrafins wanted me too. I began to get a little excited, about performing my act in front of all those people. I didn’t want to let my masters down.

It seemed strange that I would want to please them so much, even though I was their slave and prisoner; I felt a strong need to realize their desires. Perhaps it was the way they seemed so convinced that I was something extraordinary. Perhaps all the body modifications had finally smothered my rebellious streak. Who knows, but I worked hard on my performance for them.

Two days before the party, the special guests arrived as we’d been told. I was brought to Sebastian’s library (one of three in the mansion), with all my limps and dressed in a short black sleeveless dress that hung loosely over my bizarre body. Apparently, each of the guests was to be escorted one or two at a time to various rooms, in which they would meet one of the night’s entertainment, the other residents of this mysterious house.

The library was circular, and a whole two stories high, every side of it filled with old rare books. There were two doors, one in the front that led in from the hallway, and one on the side that led to Sebastian’s personal study.

Each interview was conducted the same way: Sebastian and Sapphire, with some help from Celeste, would bring in some young rich person of note, and I would step forward and display myself, explaining the modifications to my body, and answering any questions. I would then open the front of my dress and, as a preview of the party’s entertainment, bare all six of my breasts to them, which they would be allowed to touch.

Out of all of them, only a young model and daughter of an oil tycoon actually touched me. She seemed very impressed with me, interested and friendly; which I really couldn’t say of the snotty, sand off-ish people that made up the rest of the group.

It was embarrassing, to be appraised and examined like that. In a world where we are taught that to look at and appreciate a woman’s body is a horrible crime, we who are women, for the most part, are unaccustomed to being evaluated by someone in quite such an intimate manner. It was frightening, and exhilarating at the same time. It wasn’t so much that I bared my breasts; I was already more or less used to having my freakish body exposed to complete strangers, but the way I was on display for the approval of people.

Still, there was the way my master and mistress watched how the guests reacted to me: I couldn’t shake the feeling that they were measuring up and judging these young rich people more then they evaluated me. Their pale pink eyes focused on each guest, almost penetrating in their stares.

The last people I saw were a pair of twins named Kelly and Nelly Duchamp. It took me a second to recognize them, but suddenly it clicked: I had seen them on TV. They were the daughters of powerful right wing Senator Kenneth Duchamp, who was going to be running for Vice President next year. Senator Duchamp was a strong hard line conservative, who preached endlessly about “traditional American values” and pushed for legislation to strip the rights of anyone he considered seditious, which was pretty much anyone who didn’t agree with him. He opposed gay marriage, supported banning pornography, wanted to declare the Statesa Christian nation, and on and on. Quite honestly, what I had seen of the man frightened me, especially since was now my adopted home, even though I was not yet a citizen (The Sarrafins had told me that once I was, they would take me out to vote).

His daughters were both brunettes with long black wavy hair. They were dressed expensively in identical pink designer mini dresses and high heels. They were each quite pretty, with their rosy cheeks and wide brown eyes, but there was aura of conceit about them the managed to make them repellent instead of attractive.

These twins were loud, and chatty, and didn’t seem to be very bright. They were both on separate cell phones when they came in, and rudely made us all wait while they finished up their rather noxious conversations. As they talked I noticed that their eyes seemed to be dilated a little bit. I realized they had been doing cocaine. They both also seemed to be chewing gum.

I stood in between the Sarrafins, and a little to the back. Celeste stood behind the twins, at the door, dressed in a long form fitting evening gown. Sebastian held both his hands on the end of an antique walking stick with a black obsidian tip that was one of his favorites.

The twins put their phones away, and one of them spoke up, “So, Sebastian, what kind of weird mistake of nature have you got for us now?”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sebastian’s hand tighten on his cane; it was obvious that he regarded these two with a specific kind of loathing. For all the interviews, both Sebastian and Sapphire had looked at the guests, except for the nice model, with obvious distaste, which their visitors seemed blissfully too self absorbed to notice. But they looked at Kelly and Nelly with a totally different expression. They seemed outwardly gracious enough, but it was in their eyes; a definite look of repulsion.

He gave a grand gesture to me, “This is Mayu. And I believe she is fully capable of speaking for herself.”

“She looks kinda hot.” One of them said, chewing her gum.

“I like the pretty ones.” Sapphire said giving my chin and squeeze.

I stepped forward with a warm smile, and introduced my self with a polite Japanese bow, which a followed up with European style curtsy. I gave a small twirl, letting them see me all over they way I had for the others.

“Good evening my friends,” I said politely, with my much improved English, “My name is Mayu Baraki. I very pleased to make your acquaintance.”

I offered my hand, but the twins didn’t take it. They just looked at me with evident disgust. Given what I was, I didn’t really blame them.

“Yeah, okay,” One of them said with a sneer, “So, what’s wrong with you?”

Taken back a bit by the comment, I proceeded to describe all of my modifications to them. They laughed and snorted through their nose at my expense, giggling and whispering to each other. I felt my face flush red as they made fun of me. I stepped back, my heart racing, my stomach feeling like it had a nest of snakes in it. I felt mortified and humiliated, but I kept up my presentation and pleasant demeanor; I didn’t want to disappoint my masters.

The twins seemed oblivious to the glares the Sarrafins shot at them.

One of the twins (I don’t know which one and, honestly, what difference does it make?) stepped forward a little, looking up and down my body.

“So, seriously, you got, like, six tits?” She asked snidely.

I nodded graciously, “Yes, I have. Would you care to see them?”

The snorted, “No, duh. Like we’d wanna see your saggy old freak tits.”

“Maybe she’s actually a cow?” The other said, and they both burst into malicious laughter.

“Yeah, maybe we could paint black spots on her and have her milked?” They both giggled leaning on one another, laughing hysterically.

I backed up; I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. I tried to be strong, but it felt awful they way the picked me apart.

And then, Sebastian stepped forward, bellowing at them, “Enough!”

They both stopped, shocked staring at him. Even I jump at his outburst, looking at him and feeling a little fear. He stared at them, his chest heaving as I realized he was seething with rage.

He glared at them angrily, “You would come into my home, and disrespect my friend in front of me?”

It felt strange to hear him refer to me as a friend.

“Hey!” One them shouted, “You can’t talk to us like that!”

“Oh I most certainly can and will.” Sebastian told them, “You’re nothing but a sniveling pair of over privileged imbeciles; worthless, obnoxious and sucking at your father’s teat to extend the limit on you credit cards. Just trailer trash dressed up in expensive overpriced clothes. A pretty face over a festering shit and garbage filled shell, just like your father.”

“Our father is a great man.” One of them said indignantly.

“Your father is a thief, and a liar.” Sebastian said coldly, “A power mad profiteer sucking life and free will away from the citizens he claims to serve. Bah, no public official is greater the sun of the people he rules. Your father is a parasite, sucking away at the ideals of freedom and democracy that this country was founded upon.”

“We’re leaving.” One said and grabbed the other by the hand, taking her to the door.

Celeste blocked their way.

“Oh, I’m afraid not.” Sapphire spoke up.

The two brats turned around, looking at them with fear in their eyes for the first time. They clutched each other, staring as the Sarrafins stepped forward slowly.

Sapphire continued, “Did you think you were here to judge us? Did you think we would value to opinion of someone like you, someone of no intellectual and ideological substance what so ever? No, I’m afraid quite the opposite is true. We brought you here, so that we could assess you.”

“You see,” Sebastian said, “My sister and I are in need of some rather spectacular entertainment for our party. What we have is fine, don’t get me wrong, but we have something rather . . . specialized in mind for the finale. So we invited all of the most trivial spoiled brats that we could find of the most impressive lineage, and we have been watching you the whole time. The ones who were the most rotten are to be . . . made over for the party’s entertainment. I think I’ve found the perfect subjects, and it’s going to be you two.”

In a flashing movement, Sebastian grabbed one, and Celeste the other. They dragged the screaming and kicking girls towards his study. They were both thrust in, thrown violently to the floor as Celeste and Sebastian followed them in.

“Our father will stop at nothing to get us back!” One screamed.

“Once we get done with you,” Sebastian said, “He won’t want you back.”

“W-what are you going to do with us?” One stammered, trembling in horror.

“Better you don’t know that.” Celeste said maliciously.

Celeste turned and closed the door, blocking the four of them from view. Sapphire put an arm around me and led me out of the library, gently.

“Come along, Mayu, dear heart,” She purred, “You needn’t concern yourself with them. We love you just the way you are. That should be enough.”

I didn’t know whether to cheer or be horrified by what had just transpired. All I knew was it was best to keep my mouth shut. I got chills wondering what the fate of Kelly and Nelly Duchamp would be.

Much later, as I helped with preparations for the party, I deliberately walked past Sebastian’s library, perking up my ears and seeing if I could hear anything.

All I heard was one of the twins screaming, “We can’t get apart! We can’t get apart!”

I shivered: What in the world was happening to them. As I walked down the hall, I began to think about them, how they had regarded me. How they had insulted me. I knew I was just a meaningless oddity, but it had hurt. Some part of me was glad for whatever was happening to them. I think I actually started to smile.

Two days passed, and it was the eve of the party. The grand ballroom on the first floor had been decorated with all sorts of bizarre surreal artwork and sculptures, and a huge long stage, similar to a stripper’s stage, was set in down the middle, with a small dressing room in the back hidden behind a large blood red curtain. A large set of lights was installed in ceiling and everything was set to go.

At eight o’clock, the visitors began to arrive. Most were dressed in leather fetish gear outfits, others in masquerade ball style costumes. The lights were low, and the Sarrafins welcomed their guests in their customary grandiose style. Music played, and people danced and drank and ate. I waited backstage for my turn to perform, feeling anxious and excited. Some part of me, some strange exhibitionistic corner of my being, was relishing the chance to expose my freakishness in front of all these people.

It turned out; the first performer was the blonde amputee I had seen before. Her name was Clarissa, and she danced for the crowd, moving and writhing her body with an erotic finesse, and incredible achievement since she had no limbs. Since she couldn’t undress herself, the crowd did it for her. I got excited, she was very beautiful, I couldn’t wait so see her naked. As she was stripped nude, I saw with a thrill that she was also a futa. But the biggest shock came when her stump coverings came off, and we all saw that she had vaginas on the end of all four of her stumps. My mouth dropped open; it was incredible to see that.

There was no hint of embarrassment or humiliation on Clarissa’s face; she displayed her moist stump pussies with pride. I found myself wishing that I could find that much pride in my own malformations. Perhaps I could, in fact, perhaps I would.

A few others appeared; people I had never seen before. There was Ashley, a pretty futa girl with long brown hair who had three eyes, four breasts, four arms, and hands where her feet should be. She was bizarre to look at, but so energetic and pretty that she was a joy to watch.

There was also Natalia, a pretty Hispanic girl possessed of such bizarre modifications I had to stifle a scream when I saw her the first time. She had eight eyes all over the front of her head, two rows of three over her nose and two on each cheek, a whopping eight breasts laid out on her chest in a similar fashion, two horizontal rows of three and one of two, two cocks, and only small stumps of actual legs that turned into four long tentacles on each leg (giving her eight total) about halfway from where the knees would be. As soon as she began performing I saw that she had two extra vaginas, in the middle of each of her tentacle legs where the mouth on an octopus would be.

She was introduced as the “Octomama”, which was a bit of a joke around the mansion, since I was to find out that Natalia had eight children, who frequently visited her at the mansion and didn’t care about their mother’s bizarre modifications. She was a warm, friendly, motherly woman and would later become a good friend to me.

My turn was up next.

Sapphire took the stage, dressed in a tight leather dress that barely let her move, low cut down the front, exposing her copious cleavage. She wore long thigh high stiletto heeled boots and tight leather cloves going up to her elbows. Her long black hair fell around her face, contrasting with her lucid, white skin.

Sapphire introduced me, “Next we bring you, from far off in the land of the rising sun, a most remarkable young woman, of a most delicious physical alteration. We present to you, the newest member of our family, and our dear friend: Mayu.”

The lights went down everywhere, and Sapphire stepped forward, with only a spotlight illuminating her. She looked so unearthly and alien up there in the light, her pale skin seeming to glow in the dark as the spotlight reflected off of it. She spoke, in her hauntingly beautiful voice:

She said: “Welcome to you, one and all.
Come make yourselves right at home.
To our couches you fall,
Like a tiny rag doll,
And believe me you aren’t alone.

“Tonight before your eyes,
And we tell you no lies,
We give a show like no other on Earth.
Beings so unique,
Your interest they’ll peak,
And you’ll gasp with wonder and mirth.

“Sapphire is my name,
And this show is my game.
I create with my brother Sebastian.
Believe us when we say,
You won’t want to go away.
For you have never seen such an attraction.”

Sebastian entered from the side of the stage, approaching his sister, seeming almost to glide across the floor with the smoothness of his motions. He was dressed, rather more conventionally, in a black silk shirt and tie, and black leather pants, a long black leather jacket worn over his shoulders. He came up beside her and kissed her deeply on the mouth, eliciting a round of applause from the odd audience.

He turned to them and continued what his sister had begun:

“The curtains shall open,
No word shall be spoken,
And our friends shall make themselves known.
Your eyes shall behold,
Wonders both new and old.
Forever remember what you have been shown.

“From the light we do stray,
In the dark we must stay,
Our skin so pale and white.
Our family you shall meet,
Brothers and sisters you’ll greet,
And with us you’ll spend the whole night.

“So prepare your mind
For what it will now find,
Pledge to us your unbroken adherence.
So we both take a bow,
There’s no turning back now,
For Mayu now makes her appearance.”

Sebastian and Sapphire kissed each other again, a long deep passionate kiss and then exited the stage as my moment in the spotlight arrived.

The lights dimmed, the curtain rose, and suddenly I was energized. Soft, melodic haunting music began to play, and I strolled out onto the stage, moving my body to the sounds, sensuously and smoothly, the way I had been taught. I was wearing the same short black dress I had worn for the interviews, and it moved loosely around me as I danced. I began to sing, letting my voice well up from within me, passions often buried by never extinguished rising from inside me and fueling my voice and movement.

My body, ever the betrayer, was quickly going out of control. I allowed it to, allowed all the filthy feelings and passions to flow freely, like they would whether I wanted them to or not. I why shouldn’t I? What were we without passion, without pleasure? We are taught from a very young age to abhor such things, to fear the very impulses that drive us to seek out other and new sensations and pleasures. Was it really such a crime to feel? To enjoy? The connection I made with my body when my libido reared its head and broke out of its cage was so much more profound then anything else I knew. Was I so abhorrent to enjoy sharing my body, my unique and uninhibited body, with those others? To deny those passions, to deny those feelings, isn’t that to deny the very thing that makes us human? Isn’t that to deny the very thing that makes us LIVE?

All eyes were upon me as I let the dress slip down to my hips, exposing my six breasts to the onlookers. I felt a feeling of power, I was the center of their attention, and I could feel their energy fueling me, propelling me on. I slipped my fingers into some of my nipples, god that always felt so good, eliciting and appreciative gasp from my audience. They liked me; they adored me and my deformities. I began to feel what Clarissa had displayed: Pride in my freakdom.

I let the dress fall all the way off as I sang, revealing my two cocks to the crowd. They cheered, they actually cheered for me, and it got louder as I sank down and spread my legs, revealing my dual pussies for them. As I finished my song I continued to writhe and gyrate, and spread my arms wide on either side of me.

Sebastian and Sapphire came over to me and promptly detached my arms, to a thunderous roar of applause. The feeling of my hands and arms quickly left as they were removed from my body. I couched down on my knees at the front of the stage. Over to the side, I could see several guests already kissing and caressing Clarissa, getting ready to use her.

“I am at your disposal, ladies and gentlemen.” I cooed in a seductive tone.

They came up on the stage around me instantly, reaching over and touching me, running hands on my face and body. My heart beat faster as my body reacted, my nipples were already stiff, and both my dicks began to get hard. Someone kissed me, I don’t know if it was a man or a woman. Hands ran over my breasts, squeezing them, making me moan. A finger penetrated one of them and I gasped in pleasure. I heard the unmistakable zip and crinkle of clothes coming off.

A penis was presented to me, and I gently and gladly took it in my mouth. My body was completely aroused now, shivering with desire all over as hands ran over my stomach, stumps and cocks. I moved my head from penis to penis sucking one, then the other as they were brought to me. I spread my legs and let fingers stimulate my vaginas, rubbing the clits and moving in and out. I gasped as my body moved.

“Oh, more! Oh, touch me!” I begged.

More people came in, trying to get around me as I lay on my back, legs spread, head bobbing up and down on one hard cock after another. As people surrounded me, my legs got in the way, blocking their path a bit. I was incredibly horny, turned on and completely insatiable. And I was loving every minute of it.

Fingers entered my nipples, stretching them and penetrating them, sometimes three at a time. I moaned and groaned in pleasure, the sensations flowing through me. As people crowded around, hands touching me and caressing me, driving my body into shivers of ecstasy, I found my legs getting in the way again. I squirmed as hands massaged my cocks, other people’s dicks slipping into my mouth. As I turned towards the next one, I found a vagina instead. My tongue eagerly went in, I was all slut, all whore, writhing on the stage as faceless strangers devoured my skin.

I couldn’t believe it when I said it, “Take my legs off! Take my legs off!”

I felt the now familiar click as someone opened the latches of both my legs, and then twisted them. The feeling of my legs disappeared as they were removed from me, and tossed aside, leaving only my short metal capped stumps. I was a stump girl freak now, just the way I wanted to be.

A man’s voice said, “She’s incredible, I’ve never seen anyone like her.”

A woman’s voice said, “She’s so beautiful, I have to kiss her.”

The woman’s lips met mine, and I kissed her back, accepting her tongue in my mouth. Fingers penetrated my pussies and I rolled my hips with the motions. Sweat was covering my body, goose bumps all over my skin. Fingers slipped inside my nipples, hands squeezed my sensitive breasts. I moaned my body quivering as I cried out in delight. For that moment, I loved what I was; I had no desire to go back to being a lonely, normal girl.

Another pussy was near my mouth, and I suddenly realized it was one of Clarissa’s arm stumps, they had moved her closer to me. I lapped at her stump pussy hungrily, enjoying the wet taste of it. She was gushing pussy juice from all four of her stumps, moaning as someone fucked her in her normal one. She looked so cute like that, naked and freakish and in the throws of passion. I knew I needed a dick in me as well.

“W-would one of you fine gentlemen care to fuck me?” I asked, gasping and writhing.

Why I felt it necessary to stick to the flamboyant language, I don’t know. Whatever the case, someone obliged me, moving in and putting the tip of his penis against my pussy. He entered me, and I arched my back, squealing with glee as I was penetrated. He began to fuck me, moving in and out as waves of pleasure began to flow through my body. I squirmed and shook, my body rocking as I was fucked.

More residents of the mansion had entered the party, but I couldn’t really see them. The crowd around me thinned a little, leaving me attended by about five people, four men, one woman. Lips touched mine; mouths kissed and sucked my cocks while I was being fucked. The man fucking me pulled out of my regular pussy and then entered my second one. He grunted as I moaned, more pleasure gripping me.

“You sure are tight in this one, my dear.” He panted.

“It’s new.” I said.

That sort of sounded dumb, but I guess it was the truth. He screwed me good in my rear pussy, then pulled out and put it back in the main one. He did that on and off, switching between then, making sure both my holes got the attention the craved. I was yelping and twisting, my whole form seized by spasms of enjoyment. I didn’t even seem to care anymore about how freakish my body was, as long as they enjoyed it and it gave me more pleasure.

I was lifted up and one of the men got down on the stage on his back, holding his erect cock out for me. They lowered me down on top of him, reverse cowgirl style, slipping his dick into my second vagina. I groaned and twisted as it went into me, and then they pushed me all the way back so I was lying on his chest facing up. Another man got over me, and entered my regular pussy. I gasped and twisted my body, tilting my head back as I was double penetrated the way no one but me could be.

They began to fuck me rapidly, sending me into writhing spasms of ecstasy. It was unbelievable how good this felt, and I found myself grateful to my masters for giving me two pussies to play with.

The woman got above me, and reaching down with her hands, guided both my cocks into her, slipping the top one into her snatch and the lower one into up her delightfully tight asshole. She twisted and moaned on top of me, moving her body up and down, driving my dicks into both her holes. I cried loudly, feeling like I would loose my mind from all the pleasure, this felt so fucking good I thought it might drive me mad.

I heard cries next to me and saw that Clarissa was one her back, surrounded by five men. One was having sex with her missionary position, while the other four had their cocks buried deep in her stump pussies, moving in and out frantically. The way she cried and writhed and arched her back, I could tell she was having just as much fun as me.

I gasped as one of the men placed his penis on one of my nipples. My breasts felt like they were aching for a penis, crying out of their volition. Who was I to argue with my boobs?

The man seemed to be hesitating.

“Go ahead,” I begged him, “Put it in.”

“It won’t hurt you, will it?” He asked, his concern was touching.

“No, it feels good, go ahead, put it in, please.” I writhed as the others fucked me.

He pushed the tip of his penis against my nipple, on the upper right breast, and with a thrust of his hips, pushed it. My stretchable nipple opened wide to receive him as he slid his cock easily deep into my breast, probably the weirdest penetration that I was now capable of, but oh my god, did it feel good. I let out a shrill cry of joy as it went in, rolling my head with the sensations.

Soon, I felt another penis pressed against my lower left nipple, and it slid in. I bucked with the penetration, moaning and twisting my self as the second dick plunged deep into my sensitive breast. I felt like I was all sex, all hunger; without my limbs in the way, they all had easier access to all my pleasurable parts. I could hear their cries of pleasure, and it energized me. Giving them satisfaction was giving me satisfaction, hearing them want me and desire me turned me on even more, feeling their enjoyment of me was making me even hornier. I felt like the ultimate whore, a pleasure giving machine, capable of feeling it herself. Whatever I had become, I abandoned myself to it, twisting and writhing between the hot bodies.

Fingers plunged into my remaining nipples from all sides. The woman on top of me kissed my mouth deeply and with tongue, her lips pressed deeply on mine. Every single pleasurable opening that I had was now in use, and I felt wild, like an uncontrollable animal. I had no way to fight them, with no limbs I was completely at their mercy, they could make me do whatever they wanted, they could make me BE whatever they wanted, and I could do nothing but abandon myself to their control. And god help me, I wanted it that way. I loved it, being their sex slave, being their prized possession at the whim of their libido. They were using me, but I was using them. My body craved what they gave me.

Sex was going on all around me, but I couldn’t see most of it. Next to me, Clarissa was on top of some guy, riding him cowgirl, taking his penis in her vagina, and behind her another was doing her in her butt. Men still were deep in all four of her stump pussies, and all of them screwed her good and hard, reducing her to writhing panting jungle beast of a woman.

I could see Sebastian and Sapphire going at it with each other pretty hard. They always seemed so into each other, so much in love with each other and so unashamed of the incest the committed with each other. Part of me yearned to be that free. Some really perverted part of me wished I had a sibling to commit incest with like that. My god, I really had turned into a freak.

I lost myself in the pleasure; I don’t remember how much time passed while I was having sex. All I know is that at some point I began to explode with a delirious series of orgasms that rocked my body as everything I had that could cum did so in short order. I came with several of nipples, strange orgasmic pleasure running though my chest. I came with each pussy, one right after the other, and then finally came separately with both my cocks, first in the woman’s snatch and then in her ass, filling her with my semen, and hearing her cry out with her own orgasm as I did.

Cum splattered in me as the men began to ejaculate, cumming inside me in great gobs. Someone, I’m not sure who, though I think it was someone else, not one of the four fucking me, slipped his dick in my mouth and came. I lapped up every last drop of it. When it was all over, cum leaked out of my pussies and breasts, and I lay on the stage, spent and satisfied. I could barely move. I lay there for quite some time as activity I barely paid attention to went on around me.

Someone came over, which turned out to be Umeko, though I barely registered it at the time and cleaned me off. She then picked me up and, kissing me affectionately, took me over to a small booth facing the stage where Sebastian and Sapphire sat, both still naked. I was placed between the two of them and they wrapped their arms around me, hugging me.

“You were quite extraordinary, my dear Mayu.” Sebastian told me, smiling as he tweaked me under my chin.

“Thank you, Master.” I replied.

“I agree, that was an excellent performance,” Sapphire told me, kissing my cheek, “Everything we could have hoped for and more.”

“Thank you Mistress.” I told her, kissing her back as she kissed my lips.

Sebastian ran a hand over my breasts, “That’s why we love you so much, dear Mayu.”

Sapphire nuzzled my neck, “Yes, we love you so much, Mayu. So very much.”

“I love you to. Both of you.” I said dreamily.

And, oh my god, I meant it. I didn’t even know when I had started loving them back, just that I knew I did. I kissed them both, giddy thrills running through my body. It felt so good to be loved by my masters. And I felt so happy and secure in their arms.

Sebastian gestured towards the stage, “But let’s not get carried away. We have one more act to premiere tonight.”

“Yes,” Sapphire agreed excitedly, “And a very special present for you, Mayu, because we love you so much.”

The lights came back up on the stage, and Umeko and Celeste walked up onto it. Both were completely naked, but then so was pretty much everyone else. I was shocked when I saw Celeste, as she had three breasts and three cocks! I hadn’t every suspected that there was anything odd about her aside from her height. Umeko looked like a midget standing next to her. It seemed that multiple boobs were the order of the day.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Umeko began, “As you all know, a certain public official had been spending a lot of his time making things difficult for us here the mansion, and anyone who dares to be different period.”

Boos rose from the crowd, apparently everyone know who they were talking about. I had a sneaky suspicion I knew who they were talking about too.

Celeste added, “Yes, he is a vile, corrupt and fascist man, and we are doing everything to take him down. He likes to pretend that we freaks do not exist, that there is nothing outside the doldrums and conformity that he covets. This is simply not the case and soon, whether he likes it or not, he will be confronted with our world.”

Cheers rose from the audience, all over the room. After it quieted down a bit, Umeko spoke again.

“And so, without further ado,” She said with a bow, “I give you the woman who helped us make this possible. All the way from , please put your hands together for Dr. Mari Koenji!”

I started; Koenji-sensei was here in the mansion? I was almost afraid to see her, since she was the one who had done all this to me. The curtain came up and she came out, her long hair down over he shoulders, wearing a white lab coat, but with tight leather hot pants and only electrical tape over her nipples underneath. Although she was just as deviant and perverted as any of the faculty at Dual, I had never seen her dress like that before. When in I guess.

Umeko and Celeste brought something out on a table with wheels that was covered in a long white sheet. Whatever was under there was moving a little bit. I could have sworn I heard miserable sobbing coming from under there as well. I leaned forward, wondering what was about to happen. With the hidden, seemingly living, object under the sheet, it almost looked like a scene from some Frankenstein movie. As I stared with trepidation, I realized I had become a little wet again. For some reason, this had started to turn me on.

Dr. Koenji addressed the crowd, speaking with a pronounced accent. I felt a bit of pride at the realization that Dr. Koenji’s command of English was no where near as proficient as my own.

“As you are all aware,” She continued, “Your hosts have been gracious donors and contributors to the work of the Dual Academy For Girls. As such, we are happy to provide our expertise whenever requested; resulting in many of the wonderful alterations you have seen here tonight. In fact, Mayu used to be one of our students.”

She paused and looked at me, “Hello, again, Mayu. It is nice to see you again.”

She continued, “With generous backing from the Sarrafin Foundation and also from Professor Mubuzubu’s Of , we have completed a process using genetic therapy and terminal nano technology that allows extreme body modifications that used to take weeks to be done in only a few days. With the processes we now have, we are able to create wonderfully unique individuals in half the time.

“The one stumbling block we have had, has been the constant harassment by one American Senator, who’s actions and abuse of power have been a consistent source of frustration, even using the CIA and FBI to attempts raid on our facilities here in the US and in Japan and attempting to force legislation through congress outlawing any modification of the human body: including such innocuous procedures as breast implants an liposuction.”

There were more boos from the audience, and Dr. Koenji nodded in agreement, “So I think you will all agree that our first subjects for this process are screamingly appropriate. And I thank Sebastian and Sapphire for providing us with such an appetizing subject to work on, at least in the fact that justice can be served. And so, I present to you, for you intellectual intrigue and amusement: The daughters of Senator Kenneth Duchamp, Nelly and Kelly, the Duchamp Twins!”

The sheet was taken away by Celeste and Umeko, and the new form of Nelly and Kelly Duchamp was revealed, my mouth dropped open and I thought I’d almost faint: They were both naked, and they had to be naked at the same time because their bodies were now completely fused as one, turning the former separate twins into a pair of conjoined twins, both their heads on what looked like one thick body. But the alterations didn’t end there: All of their limbs had been amputated, leaving them just one slightly thick torso with two heads on the top. They didn’t even have stumps like Clarissa and myself; what limbs hadn’t disappeared when they’d been conjoined had also been removed completely at the shoulders and hip, rendering them completely helpless. On the four sides of the torso where they would have had arms and legs attached, they had extra vaginas like Clarissa. In addition there was a whopping ten breasts protruding from their chests like so much bubble wrap, only one pussy at the bottom of their trunk, and two large cocks jutting out just above it, side by side.

The twins both had ball gags in their mouths, and they were sitting on a hospital examining table, with the back raised all the way up. Tears spilled from their eyes as they wailed miserably against the gags, they body trembling with the sobs that wracked their now peculiar form. Like me, they were now freaks. The freaks they had so despised when they had talked down to me two days earlier. I looked at them, fascinated. I felt a twinge of sympathy, but even more I felt vindicated. I realized I was hard, both my cocks stiff and engorged.

Sapphire lifted me up and carried me to the stage; I grew more and more excited as I got closer and closer to our new sisters. Within a few minutes, several people had come back to me with my limps. I felt the rush of sensation just after the click of the locks, and just like that I could move around on my own. I stood on the side, looking at the heavily modified twins. They looked so helpless, and yet, so incredibly desirable as well. I noticed that, in spite of everything, their slits still seemed to be a little moist.

Dr. Koenji leaned over to them, “I am going to take off your gags now, but if you scream, they are going to go back on. Do you understand?”

They twins were quiet for a second, and then both shook their heads. Not that I blamed them, cutting through Dr. Koenji’s thick accent wasn’t easy, even for me; and I used to sound like that. Umeko repeated what she said, and the twins nodded. The gags were quickly removed; they didn’t scream.

Blubbering and crying, hardly looking as arrogant and haughty as they had before, one of them spoke, “W-why did you do this to us?”

Sebastian replied, “Perhaps it is justice? Perhaps you silly stuck up brats are getting exactly what you deserve? In fact, think of this as the first part of a long act of justice and retribution, against not only yourselves, but your father as well.”

The other twin moan, “We haven’t done anything to you. Why would you mutilate us if it’s our father your mad at?”

Sapphire interjected, “The two of you snorted a lot of cocaine last year at a club, got dreadfully intoxicated, and beat up a nineteen year old girl, just because she was midget. You put her in the hospital, but your father covered it up. Nobody ever knew what you’d done. Nobody, that is, but us. Oh, rest assured, we know.”

They both moaned in despair, realizing their predicament.

Sebastian stated, “Since you were both so rude to our sister Mayu, we thought it only fitting that she be the one to ravage you first. Would you like that, Mayu?”

I heard myself say, “Very much.”

It surprised me greatly, but I had real desire to take these two. I wondered what I had become, but they seemed so irresistible lying there, crying and moaning, unable to protect themselves from my uncontrollable raging libido. I stepped forward, licking my lips, all six of my nipples now hard. The Twins looked at me as I approached, blubbering, their eyes wide with fear. Now it was me who had them at my mercy, and them who had to defer to me. The idea sent shivers of pleasure through me. When did I get so sadistic?

“Please,” one of them begged me, “Please, we’re sorry. We’re so sorry. Please don’t do this to us.”

“Please put us back the way we were,” the other blubbered, “Please don’t leave us like this.”

“Oh, I’m afraid this transformation is quite permanent.” Dr. Koenji told them, and then waved to me, “Mayu, this should interest you: “For such wild party girls, they were both virgins.”

“Of course we were!” One of them reddened angrily, “Only whores have sex.”

That comment seemed to be the most absurd thing I had ever heard. A fitting statement from a culture saturated with fascist thinkers like and Dr. Phil, to which all sex was a form of rape. I sure as heck knew differently, and I had a strong urge to make these two silly bitches realize that.

“But look,” Dr. Koenji said, “They’re so sensitive.”

She ran her finger over one of their new pussies, the one where the right arm used to be, and both twins moaned and jerked from pleasure. They looked back up, blushing red all over their faces, to find me standing right in front of them. They looked at me with fear, their eyes traveling over my strange body. I think I saw a hint of desire as they eyed my two dicks.

“Please, we’re sorry we said those things to you.” The left one whispered.

I reached out with both hands, and caressed their breasts, kneading and squeezing them, pulling their nipples hard, “Wow, so many tits. Do you really have so many tits? Maybe you’re really cows? Maybe we should paint black spots on you and then take you in the barn and milk you?”

They winced; they didn’t like hearing it back.

I crawled up on the table, reaching down and gripping my cocks with my hand, “Now you’re just a couple of freaks like me. Do you think your precious self righteous daddy would want you back now? Looks like you’ll have to stay here with the rest of us freaks. But don’t worry; I’ll make you two like being freaks. I’ll make you two love it.”

For some reason, I was enjoying saying the word “freaks”.

“I think they already love it.” Dr. Koenji opinioned and bent over, giving the same right side pussy a lick with her tongue.

She suddenly yelped as the Twins squirmed, because Umeko and Celeste had come over to her and begun taking off her lab coat.

“You’re over dressed for this kinda thing.” Umeko told her.

“You know, I believe you’re right.” Dr. Koenji laughed.

In no time flat, they had her stripped completely naked. Umeko got down on her knees and looked at Dr. Koenji’s crotch.

“Awe, no penis, that’s not as much fun.” She pouted, but then looked closer, “You know, that looks kind funny?”

I knew what was coming next, I’d seen it before hundreds of times: Dr. Koenji’s pussy opened up and loads of small short cone shaped tendrils emerged from her snatch, each one pink like the inside of her pussy, and each one tipped with its own clitoris. Umeko and Celeste gasped in surprise and amusement.

Dr. Koenji grinned with pride, “It’s my anemone pussy. Isn’t it beautiful?”

“Oh, it’s cool!” Umeko squealed and buried her face between Dr. Koenji’s legs, eliciting a wild cry of joy from my former school physician.

I turned my attention back to the vulnerable twins, who stared at me with eyes wide. Dr. Koenji was right, I could definitely see that all of their pussies were wet, and all ten of their nipples were hard as rocks. It seemed that their nipples were altered a bit as well, as the stiffened up to the size of thimbles the minute they got hard. I ran my hands over their breasts and licked their nipples a little. They both reacted with moans, they couldn’t hide the fact that they were turned on.

I crawled over them and leaned down, looking at the two of them. They were still quite beautiful, especially with their moist eyes and defeated miserable expressions.

“If you want me to go easy on you, you’ll have to let me kiss you.” I told them.

“We’re not lezzies or bi-bitches!” One of them disputed feebly.

“You are now.” I told them, “You’re whatever the person using you wants you to be, got that?”

The looked at me, absorbing the idea. Picking the one of the left first, I leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips, pressing my mouth against hers and slipping my tongue into her mouth. She kissed me back, more repeating my actions then kissing at first. After a little bit, she relaxed and kissed me the way she should. I could tell she was digging it, responding to me.

I moved to the right hand sister and made out with her as well. I guess she got turned on watching me tongue her sister, because she kissed me back right away. Once they put a little passion behind it, they were both good kissers. I decided to step it up a bit.

They had enough space between their heads for me to do this; I tilted their heads towards each other and instructed them, “Kiss each other.”

“But, we’re sisters!” One complained.

The other said, “That’s incest!”

“It doesn’t matter, you have no choice.” I reprimanded them, “Kiss, with tongue, and make it hot and passionate.”

I think all the blood must have drained out of their faces as they fully realized the defenselessness of their situation for the first time.

There was a long pause and then they kissed each other, gently moving their mouths against each other’s lips, their tongues snaking out sexily and intertwining with each other. I watched as they began to get into it, quickly loosing themselves in the kiss. I smiled, they must have been so horrified and confused, to find themselves responding to each other incestually like that. I licked my lips, excited by the spectacle.

“Conjoined twin incest smooches,” I mused, “You have to love that.”

They both flushed red as they broke the kiss, shivering with the realization of their hidden desires.

Lowering myself down, I wrapped my velvet covered hands around their cocks and slowly began to masturbate them. Moving my hands up and down, I gently jerked their cocks, licking the tip and slipping on into my mouth and sucking it. I sucked one, then the other, bobbing my head up and down. It seemed no matter which one I had in my mouth, both twins moaned. Their body shuddered and they groaned from my attentions as I sucked on them, moving my lips along the shaft of their cocks.

“I think you two like that?” I cooed.

“Yes.” They both groaned.

I chuckled a little; I was pretty sure whatever Dr. Koenji had done to me to turn me into such an out of control slut she’d also done to Kelly and Nelly. There was no way they could fight this.

“I guess your really are whores then, huh?” I asked them.

They responded with moans, which was as good as yes anyways.

“Well, if you like that, you are going to love this.” I told them.

I rose up a little and place the tips of their cocks against two of my breasts, right against the nipples. With a downward thrust, I shoved their cocks through my nipples and into my breasts, crying out with delight as I did so. Sensations of pleasure shot through me as their members penetrated deep inside my sensitive breasts. The twins both let out long ecstatic gasps and their brand new dicks were buried inside my breasts. I shuddered a little, gasping in pleasure, and then began moving my body up and down, fucking their dicks with my tits.

“Doesn’t that feel good? You’ve got your dicks inside my boobs.” I panted as I moved.

“Ah! It’s so weird but so good.” One of them cried.

“Don’t stop!” Groaned the other.

They were gone, totally under the mercy of their exaggerated libidos, just like me. I knew how delightful it could be to be completely out of your cage. I pushed their big dicks deep inside my breasts, enjoying the penetration, enjoying it as they squirmed underneath me, totally under my power.

I finally stopped, not wanting them to cum too fast, and crawled up over them again. I gripped both my cocks and pressed them against their crotch, my upper one poised over their pussy, my lower one gently touching their asshole. When they realized what I was about to do, they both screamed in alarm.

“No!” Nelly cried, “Not in there! Please not in there!”

“You have no choice.” I told them, “You have to take it up your ass and like it.”

I pushed forward and mercilessly shoved both my male members into them, penetrating their vagina and rectum simultaneously, shoving and forcing my way deep into them. The screamed and arched their back, twisting their body as I went deep and deeper into both their holes. Tears were flowing down their cheeks as I ravaged them, moving in and out slowly, filling their body. I felt the warm sticky fluid running down my crotch, and I knew it was their virginal blood. I fucked them harder, obliterating their virginity.

God, it felt so good to be in them, despoiling them for the first time. Their pussy and ass were both so tight they gripped my cocks with a loving tightness, as it their bodies wanted to hold me inside them forever. They moaned and cried and twisted, but they couldn’t escape me. For that small period, they were mine, totally and completely.

I ground into them, moving against them as I penetrated their holes. My six breasts mashed and ground on their ten breast, the soft feeling being unbelievably sensual and erotic. I could see now why so many of us had been modified with extra boobs, and I was suddenly glad of it.

I could see their expressions beginning to change; I knew they couldn’t resist as their modified bodies betrayed them. Their screams of pain were subsiding, staring to be replaced by slight moans of pleasure as they got used to their violation. They would never be the same again. They began to twist and writhe under me, their faces flushed and red, but contorted with ecstasy. The moaned and wailed as they succumbed to their new augmented libidos. The stuck up virgin twins were no more, replaced by needful animalistic freak sluts, trapped in a body that made them whores whether they wanted it or not. I loved the sight; it gave me tingles all over.

Off to the side, I saw Dr. Koenji naked on all fours. Umeko was behind her, fucking her anemone pussy rapidly while Dr. Koenji writhed and moaned on the floor, sucking at Celeste’s three cocks in turn.

“Oh, this feels fucking awesome.” Umeko declared.

More people had started to gather around us as I fucked the twins. I drove hard into them, shattering their innocence, forcing them to become the sluts and whores they should be. All pain and fear was gone from their faces, replaced by uncontrolled desire and lust. I felt someone grip my shoulders and my arms were detached and taken away. I shivered, excited at having my limbs removed. Something about it was just so arousing.

“My legs too, my legs too.” I moaned.

Someone obliged, and my legs clattered to the floor. I was a stump girl again, the way I liked it now when I screwed. I felt a cock touch my butt pussy and enter me, and I moaned with approval. I wriggled my body snake like as raped the twins, driving them further and further into delirious heights of ecstasy. All on their own they started kissing each other again. I licked my lips and then kissed them each when they had finished.

“Do you do like this, sluts?” I asked them.

There was a pause before Kelly moaned, “Yes! We like it.”

“Do you like being freaks like me?” I asked.

An ever longer pause and I drove myself in as far as I could go, repeating the question as they shook and trembled.

They both cried out at once, “We love being freaks!”

Sebastian and Sapphire came on either side of us. They kissed me deeply and then kissed the twins before slipping their hard dicks into their shoulder pussies on either side. The twins jerked their conjoined body as they were penetrated in strange and new places, cocks driving deep into their shoulders. They twisted and squirmed, their huge amount of breasts jiggling against me as they convulsed.

Two more people, men in leather masks, both appeared on either side and started fucking the twins’ hip pussies. With me on top, we were writhing and squirming against each other as I watched my former tormentors dissolve into wild needful sex addicts, their freakish body a source of incredible pleasure to them and anyone else.

I don’t really know what happened after that, its all sort of a blur. Know that the two guys in their hips came first, squirting their tasty seed into their hip pussies. It was sometime after that when the my Master and Mistress pulled out of the Twins’ shoulders and came in their mouths, all the while I drove hard into them, driving forward by an uncontrollable lust that I was now so familiar with. I kept fucking them brutally until they finally came, experiencing their first orgasm with another person, and their first orgasm as freaks, with a powerful convulsion, their cocks ejaculating at the same time their pussy did.

As soon as I came with my butt pussy, someone else replaced the first guy and fucked me in my regular one. I wasn’t long before I came there as well, twisting and crying out in delirious pleasure, writhing in delight as my body rewarded me for my passion. I remember pulling out and shoving my two cocks in between Kelly and Nelly’s multiple boobs and thrashing with another orgasm as I ejaculated all over them.

The last thing I remember of that night, was looking down at the Twins: covered in the juices of love, spent, satisfied, and dizzy with the night’s pleasures.

I woke up the next morning, back in my room, pleasantly tucked into my soft comfortable bed. After that, life at the mansion went on, but quite a bit differently.

To begin with, the trunk where my limbs were stored was no longer locked, and I was free to get them whenever I needed them, which was nice. However, I didn’t always put them on; many times I felt like I had everything I needed: My mouth, my breasts, my cocks, my pussy, my asshole and my brain.

Also, Nelly and Kelly were moved into the room across from mine, and I quickly fell into the role of taking care of them. At first, I was regarded by them with fear and a little resentment. But as they came to realize that they depended on me for some many things, even their meals, their attitude began to change. Very soon, they brightened up the minute I walked into the room. I used them quite frequently, and I’d kiss them and tell them I loved them just the way my Master and Mistress did to me. It wasn’t long before I started hearing it back.

Eventually, the Twins grew arms again, but four of them out of their back, which were longer in the forearms then usual. Learning how to coordinate them, they got around moving spider like on their hands about the mansion. Still, they remained mine.

Umeko was so impressed with Dr. Koenji’s anemone pussy that she had Mari give her one herself. I had to get used to it all over again every time Umeko spread her pussy lips. She also took to bringing the twins up to her room with me for movies, booze and sex. Quite a few memorable nights we had in Umeko’s room, I can tell you that.

I was finally able to meet all the other residents of the mansion; many, many wonderful unique people, too many to mention here, but I soon realized I was indeed part of a community, even a family of sorts. I was still spending a lot of time with Sebastian and Sapphire, singing, reading, screwing and dancing. They continued to tell me that they loved me, and I said it back every time. I was feeling it for real; in fact I loved all of my sisters and brothers in the mansion. I sometimes wondered if it was some kind of chemical alteration done to me by Dr. Koenji, but it felt real enough to me. True, I was a sex slave; we were all sex slaves, to each other as well as too the Sarrafins, but as strange as it might sound, I found real freedom in my slavery. There was something liberating, indescribably intoxicating, about having my limbs removed and being forced to unleash the deepest, darkest desires of my heart.

Oh, I’m not trying to say that all women secretly desire to be slaves: That would be completely silly. For that to be true, all people would have to be, sexually, exactly identical, which is simply not the truth. Sexually, human beings are the most complex and diverse animal on the planet. No, I am simply saying that there is much gratification in the arrangement for those who are predisposed to it.

I found that I was living a dreamy, pleasant life, surrounded by friends and people who loved me. I guess the rebellious streak in me was gone, or rather, it had been transformed. Rather then rebel against my keepers, I was rebelling against the whole rest of the world. And for the first time in a long, long, time, I no longer felt worthless and meaningless. And for the first time in what felt like ages, I knew who I was once again.

My name is Mayu Baraki. And I am a freak.

I no longer see it as a bad thing; rather, I believe that I now revel in my freakishness. I no longer seek out to be alone and unnoticed. I am a freak; people laugh at me, people like me, people hate me, people fuck me, people cheer me, and people pity me . . . but they do not ignore me; and they never forget me.

I believe I now know what Sebastian was trying to tell that time on the over pass; how those cars had become metal coffins to their occupants. I look out in the crowds outside, at that never ending teaming mass of humanity, and I feel sad. They all try so hard to be the same, to fit in and go unnoticed. In their effort to conform, to not be singled out in any way they gleefully sacrifice their individuality in exchange for the comforting arms of mother society, to suck upon the nipple of mediocrity and integration at the expense of uniqueness and individuality. They sacrifice freedom in favor of security, and the empty promise made by corrupt and hypocritical preachers that wallowing in misery and blandness will bring them and endless, and mindless, joy and bliss in an afterlife they really know nothing about.

More and more I saw politicians, religious leaders, news media and psychiatrists beating down and demolishing the individual with endless propaganda, insidiously breaking down the human race into a gibbering bulbous whole of humanity to be controlled and preyed upon. I pity them, in their endless desolation and fear, afraid of their own uniqueness, aspiring to frigidity and impotence, unable to experience the joys of their sexuality, unable to explore it, without degenerating into crushing, suicidal guilt. So sad it was, that they feared their own bodies and their own desires, so sad that the structured, narrow definition of beauty, forced down their throats by advertisers and daytime talk show propaganda, made it so they couldn’t appreciate the bliss and exquisite pleasure my self and my brothers and sisters were capable of giving them.

Ah, but for those lucky few who could rise above all that, a cornucopia of delights awaited. Many people came to the mansion to be with us, and I gleefully spread my legs for all of them. Quite a few important people came to see me, and very frequently I had both my cocks up the asses of some very impressive senators and congressmen. I knew who they were, of course, but I’ll never tell.

So please, come down to the mansion whenever you’re able. Use me if you like; I don’t mind, I want you to. And I guarantee that after you’ve been with me once, you will never be quite the same again.

And honestly; why would you want to be?

With all my love,

--Mayu