CHAPTER 10.
Without going into further detail, suffice it to say that Draper fucked
Colin three more times in the allotted two hours - from behind, then
allowed her the privilege of being on top (setting tempo, direction and
depth) and finally, on her back again. Just before midnight, Colin,
obedient to the agreement she had made with the other girls, arose from the
bed. She was obliged, like any woman, to mop up the pearlescent fluid that
streamed down the inside of her thighs, and to clean out her pussy
thoroughly before putting her panties and slip back on (she dispensed with
the bra, garterbelt and stockings). She tearfully bade Draper goodnight,
then made her way back to her room, stopping at Brad's door to let her know
it was her turn. Colin crept into bed and, after crying for a while, fell
into that peaceful slumber granted only to satisfied women.
Nor need we go into detail about the passionate lovemaking enjoyed first by
Brad, then by Neal and by Steven. Draper maintained his vigor, fucking each
of them three times. He forced each to tell him that she was glad to have
been turned into a woman. Each was told she'd have to beg to have her
panties stripped off. And each did. And each uttered the same sharp gasp of
alarm when Draper plunged his huge cock into her body for the first time,
impaling her on the bed like a butterfly pinned in a specimen case. In
short, all four girls learned that night exactly what it means to be a
penetrable creature.
By the time little Steven crept off to her room, the night was much
advanced. In fact, dawn could not have been more than an hour away, judging
from the paleness showing in the east. It was then that Stavros and
Dimitrios came to Draper and tapped at his door. He admitted the two
statuesque girls, who were bearing glasses and a bottle of ouzo. They were
clad identically in embroidered white peasant blouses with puffed sleeves;
they wore dark blue skirts and red kerchiefs on their heads. The moment
they entered the bedchamber, Draper recalled with dismay that there had not
been time to prepare ropes and switches! No problem, he thought - he would
improvise somehow. Then he noted with approval that transmutes were both
wearing nylons - but no shoes. Thus, he would have strong four ligatures
with which to bind them. Instead of olive switches, he could use his own
belt to administer the discipline he knew the two so badly needed.
"Welcome, ladies," Draper said in perfect Greek, ushering them into the
bedchamber. "Won't you come in? You are my last, er, clients tonight. Why
don't you put the bottle and glasses on that table over near the window?"
The two big transmutes smiled and simpered. They batted their large brown
eyes at Draper and thrust out their breasts just a little - they were so
big breasted that serious thrusting was unnecessary.
"Well Professor,"Dimitrios began, in a husky contralto, "Shall we all have
a drink before we get down to business?"
"Of course," replied Draper, hoping that a little ouzo would suppress any
inhibitions the transmutes might have.
"I pour, then," Stavros said. She poured out three full tumblers of ouzo,
passing one to Dimitrios, the other to Draper, while keeping one for
herself. Lifting her glass, she proposed a toast. "To your manhood,
Professor! Enjoy it while it lasts!" she cried, and drained the tumbler in
one swallow. Dimitirios and Draper did the same.
Draper thought the toast odd, but made no comment. Perhaps this is how
modern Greek women toasted their men. Little did Draper suspect that the
rim of his glass had been dipped in an infusion of henbane and lousewort,
both of which grew on the leeward side the island, sprouting from cracks in
the dry, white rock. When combined with pulverized arrowroot and steeped
for several days in the urine of a virgin, the resultant decoction induced
a transient paralysis, not unlike the effects of curare, though the victim
continued to breathe. It had been used by shepherds in the times when there
were still wolves in Greece: a dead lamb was rubbed with the compound and
left as bait. When the wolf was paralyzed, it could be safely dispatched.
The two Greeks, you see, had not the slightest intentions of allowing
Draper to fuck them, though they were willing to play along - up to a
point. No, they had altogether different plans. Both considered their
transformation into women to be the ultimate disgrace any man could
possibly suffer. They detested being cleft and subservient creatures, and
could not possibly endure the humiliation of having to spread their legs
for any man, much less having to bear his children (or doing his laundry,
for that matter). But above all, they detested being subject to their
womanly needs and desires. Like the other girls, they, too, dreamt of fine
lingerie, but tried not to think of it during their waking hours. And like
the other girls, they, too, had discovered their own intense sexuality
early on - and had brought themselves to climax many times that first week.
Their womanly orgasms were fantastic, but that they found them so filled
them with revulsion. In short, they loathed themselves for being enslaved
to their femininity. Worst of all, however, was that they yearned to be
fucked. The yearning disgusted them so much, and they so feared they might
succumb to the desire, that they made a pact that each would look out for
the other, to prevent her from yielding to this overpowering female need.
As they were Greek, and therefore well schooled in the arts of Revenge,
they needed to find some particular person whom they could blame for their
misfortune, and upon whom they might wreak due Vengeance for their shameful
transformation. And what better person than this arrogant American
professor, who presumed he could fuck them, and who was the very instigator
and chief architect of this ill-starred expedition to Yaros?
Being women, they knew how to dissemble, so they began to undress. They
stripped in businesslike fashion, as if they had been accomplished whores
for years. Nude, they did not resemble their ancient countrywoman, the
Aphrodite of Milos. Not at all. The former was petite, demure and small-
breasted. These two were nearly six feet tall, with powerful arms and
shoulders, broad hips and thighs that looked massive enough to crush the
life out of a man. Their breasts were large and globular, with areolas
almost four inches across. Each one's mound was covered with dense black
hair that precluded any view of her slit. In short, no one could consider
them delicate females. They were the sort of women who could drop a baby
while kneading bread dough, pick up the infant, suckle it, and continue
kneading with one hand while holding the baby to her breast with the other.
"OK, Professor," Dimitrios said, hands on her hips, "Which one of us you want to fuck first?" "Neither," responded Draper, without missing a beat. "Instead, I want you to make love to each other, while I watch. The one who makes the other come first - she is the first one I shall fuck." Draper, beholding them nude, thought what a crowning achievement it would be to make these transmutes freely admit, like Colin and Brad and Neal and Steven, that they were glad they had been turned into women, to make them spread their legs and beg to be fucked by a man! He looked at them and turned his palms up interrogatively, as if to say, "Well, what are you two waiting for?" He sat down somewhat abruptly on one of the chairs to await their performance. Draper had to sit down: he felt a bit dizzy and had an odd metallic taste in the back of his throat. His forehead had become beaded with perspiration. The nude transmutes shot him an appraising glance and then looked at each other, as if to say, "It won't be long, now!" The potion worked more quickly than the Greeks had anticipated. Within moments, Draper slumped in the chair, aware of all that was transpiring about him, but unable to move so much as a finger or even to speak. He could move his eyes, he could blink, he could breathe - and that was it. The two Greeks laughed at his helpless paralysis. First they dressed themselves - leaving off their stockings. They carried Draper to the bed and undressed him. They bound him hand and foot with the same nylons he had intended to tie them up with. Dimitrios went out onto the balcony, looked towards the eastern horizon, and came back into the bedroom. "About half an hour to sunrise," she said. "So soon?" replied her companion. "Yes, so soon," said Dimitrios. "It leaves us just enough time to tell the professor what's about to happen to him." "But first, as a precaution, we ought to gag him, in case the potion wears off. We don't want him screaming," Stavros said. "What shall we use?" asked Dimitrios. "My kerchief?" "No. I have a much better idea." Stavros hiked her skirts, pulled down her black silk panties and adroitly stepped out of them. "These ought to do the trick nicely," she said, balling them up and stuffing them into the professor's mouth. She briskly brushed her hands together for a job well- done. Draper looked at her with bulging eyes. "Listen, Professor," she continued, settling her skirt and petticoat back into place. "If it hadn't been for you, this sick expedition never would have come to pass. Stavros and I would not have been turned into women, which, by the way, we consider a disgusting misfortune. It seems the others don't mind being female, but we do. So someone has to pay for our humiliation and suffering, Professor, and that someone is you." Dimitrios now took over. "We know all about the mirror and its powers, Professor. We've known about it all our lives. Mothers around these islands still use the story to scare their little boys into obedience when they misbehave. They always say, 'You be good now or it's Circe's mirror for you - you'll be turned into a girl and have to wear panties and a dress like your sisters!' Surprised you were unaware of it, Professor. Everyone knows the legend." Draper understood in a flash what the two women were up to. It was nearly dawn, it was the day after the equinox, when the mirror would be at the very height of its powers! The two transmutes were going to somehow expose him to the mirror in just a few minutes... and he was helpless to prevent it! The transmutes saw the look of comprehension and terror well up in Draper's eyes. "That's right Professor. It's Circe's mirror for you. You'll be turned into a girl and have to wear panties and a dress like your sisters!" Stavros said, wagging her finger at the professor in mock admonition as if he were a small boy who had just smashed a window. The two transmutes laughed in their rich contraltos. Stavros went to the door and opened it. She returned to the bed and together with Dimitrios hefted the paralyzed professor. He was a dead weight of about 180 pounds, but the big Greek girls were equal to the task.
"OK, Professor," Dimitrios said, hands on her hips, "Which one of us you want to fuck first?" "Neither," responded Draper, without missing a beat. "Instead, I want you to make love to each other, while I watch. The one who makes the other come first - she is the first one I shall fuck." Draper, beholding them nude, thought what a crowning achievement it would be to make these transmutes freely admit, like Colin and Brad and Neal and Steven, that they were glad they had been turned into women, to make them spread their legs and beg to be fucked by a man! He looked at them and turned his palms up interrogatively, as if to say, "Well, what are you two waiting for?" He sat down somewhat abruptly on one of the chairs to await their performance. Draper had to sit down: he felt a bit dizzy and had an odd metallic taste in the back of his throat. His forehead had become beaded with perspiration. The nude transmutes shot him an appraising glance and then looked at each other, as if to say, "It won't be long, now!" The potion worked more quickly than the Greeks had anticipated. Within moments, Draper slumped in the chair, aware of all that was transpiring about him, but unable to move so much as a finger or even to speak. He could move his eyes, he could blink, he could breathe - and that was it. The two Greeks laughed at his helpless paralysis. First they dressed themselves - leaving off their stockings. They carried Draper to the bed and undressed him. They bound him hand and foot with the same nylons he had intended to tie them up with. Dimitrios went out onto the balcony, looked towards the eastern horizon, and came back into the bedroom. "About half an hour to sunrise," she said. "So soon?" replied her companion. "Yes, so soon," said Dimitrios. "It leaves us just enough time to tell the professor what's about to happen to him." "But first, as a precaution, we ought to gag him, in case the potion wears off. We don't want him screaming," Stavros said. "What shall we use?" asked Dimitrios. "My kerchief?" "No. I have a much better idea." Stavros hiked her skirts, pulled down her black silk panties and adroitly stepped out of them. "These ought to do the trick nicely," she said, balling them up and stuffing them into the professor's mouth. She briskly brushed her hands together for a job well- done. Draper looked at her with bulging eyes. "Listen, Professor," she continued, settling her skirt and petticoat back into place. "If it hadn't been for you, this sick expedition never would have come to pass. Stavros and I would not have been turned into women, which, by the way, we consider a disgusting misfortune. It seems the others don't mind being female, but we do. So someone has to pay for our humiliation and suffering, Professor, and that someone is you." Dimitrios now took over. "We know all about the mirror and its powers, Professor. We've known about it all our lives. Mothers around these islands still use the story to scare their little boys into obedience when they misbehave. They always say, 'You be good now or it's Circe's mirror for you - you'll be turned into a girl and have to wear panties and a dress like your sisters!' Surprised you were unaware of it, Professor. Everyone knows the legend." Draper understood in a flash what the two women were up to. It was nearly dawn, it was the day after the equinox, when the mirror would be at the very height of its powers! The two transmutes were going to somehow expose him to the mirror in just a few minutes... and he was helpless to prevent it! The transmutes saw the look of comprehension and terror well up in Draper's eyes. "That's right Professor. It's Circe's mirror for you. You'll be turned into a girl and have to wear panties and a dress like your sisters!" Stavros said, wagging her finger at the professor in mock admonition as if he were a small boy who had just smashed a window. The two transmutes laughed in their rich contraltos. Stavros went to the door and opened it. She returned to the bed and together with Dimitrios hefted the paralyzed professor. He was a dead weight of about 180 pounds, but the big Greek girls were equal to the task.
