Excerpt from The Transformation of Mandy

I don't know how it happened, how we got by the lobby attendants, but the next thing I knew we were in my condo. A strange music entered my brain. Drums, bells, some type of high-pitched violin, a bass--definitely a bass. The room was filled with a pulsating beat. The music seemed to enhance my senses while at the same time dulling them. My skin felt hot. I was weightless, starting to float, and then I was standing in the middle of the living room, swaying to the music, and Ray was sitting on the couch, talking to me.

"Do you see them?" he asked.

"Who?"

"The men and women. Where do you think you are?"

"I ... I'm in my living room."

"No," Ray hissed. "You're on stage, and they're all here to see you. Look around. Look to your left. There's a couple kissing. His hand is between her legs. Her hand is fondling his cock. Look. You can see them."

I looked to my left and there they were. I could barely make them out, but it was a couple, kissing and fondling each other.

"Everyone wants to see your tits, Mandy. You can hear them whispering your name--Mandy, Mandy."

I turned my head to the left and to the right and I could hear the voices, whispering my name.

"Take it off," Ray said. "Take it off and throw it aside."

I reached behind my neck, untied the top of my bikini, lifted it off, and just let it drop.

"Uh oh," Ray said. "A man is on the stage. He's not supposed to be there, but he wants to feel your tits. You want him to feel your tits. Tell him. Tell him what to do."

"Put ... "--the room started to spin--" ... put your hands on my tits," I whispered.

"No," Ray said. "Tell him what to do."

"Squeeze my tits," I said. "Squeeze my nipples."

I felt him. I knew it was Ray, but it seemed like a stranger. He was pawing me and squeezing me and sending shock waves through me. I put my arms in the air and around my neck and just let him fondle me.

"He wants to suck on your tits," Ray whispered. "You want him to suck on your tits. Tell him."

"Suck on my tits," I whispered.

"Talk dirty," Ray commanded.

"Suck on my fucking tits," I shouted.

"Drink this," Ray said. "I have one more in the fridge if we need them, but I don't think we will. Drink this and let it spill on your tits. Ask the man to lick it off."

I lifted the bottle to my lips. Cold liquid ran down my body, over my breasts and down between my legs.

"Bad girl," Ray said. "You spilled it on your bathing suit. Take it off."

I tried, but I could barely move. Ray helped me, pulling my suit down my legs, lifting my feet, and tossing it aside.

"Bend over," he commanded. "Bend over and show everyone your pussy."

I did what he commanded me to do. I bent over and wrapped my hands around my knees, spreading my legs.

"Uh oh, Mandy. Another man is coming. He's going to lick the liquid from your pussy. You want him to do that. Tell him. Tell him that you want his tongue on you."

"Lick ... lick my pussy. Lick it clean. Lick the juice out of me."

"Your ass hole has liquid on it, Mandy. Tell him."

"Lick my ass hole," I shouted. I began to feel lightheaded from bending over so long. I could feel myself swaying, trying to stand up.

"Mandy," Ray said. "I got liquid on my cock. Get on your knees and lick it off."

I obeyed. He shoved his cock into my mouth, grabbed my head and moved it back and forth. I sucked and sucked and sucked. All of a sudden he was behind me, and then he was in me. I was trying to stay on all fours as he pounded into me.

"Oh, god," I cried. "Oh, God--Oh, God--Oh, God!"

A disembodied voice came from nowhere. "Mandy," it whispered.

"What?"

"You love Ray. Tell him."

"I..." I knew I didn't love him, but I felt compelled to tell him.

"Tell him," the voice said.

"I ... I love you, Ray."

"Yes," the voice said. "You want to help him. Tell him."

"I want to help you, Ray," I said. He kept pounding into me, slapping against me, squeezing my tits.

The room fell quiet. I felt myself floating toward the bedroom. Someone was holding my hand and leading me to the bed. Someone pushed me face down on the bed and lifted me up from the waist and put a pillow under me.

"Ray's going to fuck you in the ass," the voice said. "There will be no pain--only pleasure. You will like it and want more. Tell Ray--tell him you want him to fuck you in the ass."

I didn't! I didn't trust him! He didn't care for me! I wanted Ned! But I was compelled to answer. I had no choice.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass," I said.

"Louder," the voice said.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass," I cried.

"Louder!" the voice shouted.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass!" I screamed.

"Yes," the voice hissed.

I felt him at the entrance to my bowels. I felt him press up against me. I felt him shove into me in one fast motion.

"Oh, God," I screamed.

"It feels good," the voice said.

"Yes," I screamed. "Yes!"

"Tell Ray you want to marry him," the voice said.

"But ... but..."

"Tell him!" the voice screamed.

"I want to marry you, Ray!"

He was in me, pushing hard and deep.

"Oh, YES!" I screamed.

I began to leave my body and become a field of energy. I saw red, white and blue stars dancing in front of my face.

"Tell him again!"

"I want to marry you!" I screamed.

"I coming," the voice shouted.

I saw the first of the voice's ejaculations shoot in front of my eyes, a white streak that ended in an explosion like fireworks. My body disappeared altogether and I was nothing but colored stars, dancing around the room.

"Oh, fuck!" the voice shouted.

I saw the second ejaculation and my head exploded!

I turned into pure energy and watched his jism soar across the room and explode into a burst of white light. My own orgasm appeared in front of me, emanating from the middle of my body and racing up my bowels, through my stomach and out my mouth, appearing as an explosion or red lightning.

The voice or Ray or whatever pressed deep into me and groaned as the last ejaculation spread across the entirety of my field of vision, punctuated by sporadic white lights spraying out of my mouth.

I could barely breathe. I could barely move. I felt the presence pull out of me and a hot liquid spread all over me.

And I heard the voice saying something about God.

"God," it said. "I love mumble fucking mumble."

I didn't care. I was paralyzed and slowly returning to a human form. Pleasure continued to pulse with me until, slowly, the room turned black.