Day 4, Unpleasant Awakenings

Despite disturbing dreams I slept like the dead. I was finally woken up by two things that intruded upon my sleepy thoughts. The first was the dawning realization that the woman I'd gone to bed with was no longer in my arms, or in reach at all for that matter. The second, and worst, was a noise that I'd been hearing for some time resolved itself to be the muffled yelling of a woman.

Sitting up in bed panicked I looked over to see Tits standing, watching me, and on her knees between us was a woman I did not recognize with her hands tied behind her back and tape over her mouth. Her eyes were also now a familiar ice blue. Oh and of course she was naked as well.

"What the fuck did you do?!" I yelled, though Tits didn't react or answer of course.

I gave the struggling woman another look. Okay, there was something familiar about her but I still couldn't place her. But like Candy she should be able to give me answers.

"Just calm down so I can get this tape off and find out what's going on." I told her. Hmm this was packing tape, probably from the roll kept in one of the kitchen drawers. I ripped the tape free finding that her mouth had been stuffed with fabric and removed it to discover a pair of blue panties. Well that was resourcful I guess.

"Let me go this instant you fucker, I'll have you and your crazy bitch out on the street this time for sure!" Oh fuck me, I knew that voice. This was fucking Patricia.

"Just be quiet." I told her feeling exhausted and not wanting to listen to her shit. Her eyes bugged out after a bit when she realized while she was still trying to yell she wasn't making any noise. She really tried to struggle to get free then but had been tied up really well with what felt like silk rope. I had no idea where Tits had found this.

I looked over my transformed antagonist and had to admit the curse did good work. She was still thin but her emaciated form had filled out to a much healthier looking level. Her flat chest was gone leaving her a pair of large handfuls on par with Vicky. What really changed her appearance though was her extremely short greying brown hair was now down past her shoulders and a warm honey brown in color. Her face really hadn't changed that much, fuller lips and a bit more padding, but with the rest had been enough to fool me until I heard her talk.

Her voice was unfortunately very much the same. Fuck me this was a mess.

I probably shouldn't have been shocked she was a lesbian but honestly I hate that stereotyping bullshit. I live with three lesbians and not one of them has short hair, dresses like a lumberjack, or does woodcarving. Also a woman can look butch and not be a lesbian, but really Patricia did look, or had looked, like she stepped off of a militant feminist propaganda poster so I guess sometimes the stereotyping isn't wrong.

"Answer my questions honestly and fully and don't speak otherwise, got it?"

"Yes!" She spat back at me, apparently no longer calmed down by my earlier command.

"What happened?"

"I was woken up by someone knocking on my door. I took my bat and went to the door to peek out and see who it was. I saw your freak girlfriend, only I didn't recognize her at the time, standing naked in the hall outside. She looked like she needed help so I opened the door and pulled her inside then looked down the hall to see if anyone was after her. When I turned around closing the door to ask her what happened she knocked me the fuck out." What the fuck was this? I hadn't told Tits to do anything like this, and how had she found where Patricia lived anyways?

"When I woke up I was naked, tied up, and gagged. Your crazy bitch had **** me back here first I think cause I woke up in your living room and she was standing there watching me with those odd eyes. After that she **** me in here where you were sleeping and she took one of your hands and slapped me with it. I started convulsing and fell over, then she lifted me back up on my knees. A while after that I went through some kind of odd changes" She blew a lock of her now long hair out of her face as an example. "Then I had to sit here even longer until you finished your fucking beauty sleep. Now..." She tried to continue her rant but her mouth snapped shut at that point making her look startled briefly before going back to looking pissed.

So Tits had gone out on her own and kidnapped another lesbian and **** her back here to make me convert her in my sleep. Well that was just fucking great.

Now I was stuck with some one who hated me, even more so now. Well first things first.

I grabbed my phone and dialed Candy, after a bit she picked up. "This better be good." Candy sounded sleepy, must have woken her up. Well fair's fair.

"Are Victoria and Melody with you?"

"Standing right here staring at me, why?"

"Cause apparently Ti, I mean Kate kidnapped one of my neighbors while I was asleep and brought her back here to touch me."

"Holy shit!" She didn't sound sleepy now.

"Yeah no kidding. Well at least we know now they aren't contagious as well." Patricia's eyes got wide when she heard me say contagious. That's right, now you've got what we do. Congrats.

"Yeah sounds like it, but still maybe a compulsion like I felt with Mel."

"We did run into her yesterday doing laundry, but Kate didn't react at all then."

"I don't want to have to lock my fucking girlfriend in the closet while I sleep damnit."

"I understand but I think we'll have to do something. I'm going to call Cathy and try to get her to come home early today as well."

"Probably a good idea, this seems like it's just going to keep getting out of hand."

"Sorry to wake you but thought you should know."

"No, it was definitely a good thing you called. I'll figure out something to keep them in. Bye."

Well that was that taken care of. Now for the other business.

"Okay Tits, go ahead and untie her. Patricia, when she lets you go just stand up and stay in place." My rivals eyes bugged out again when I called her kidnapper Tits, I'm sure she'd get plenty more shocks today, no point trying to hide it now.

Tits was back to doing what I told her no problem, apparently fully in my control. Well I guess I had never told her not to kidnap people so maybe always had been? That brought up a good point.

"Both of you, No **** people. Nod if you understand." They both nodded in unison. Good.

Well I guess I could get some questions answered now. "Why do you hate me so much?" I asked Patricia.

"Because your bimbo fucking kidnapped me!" Right, I really needed to be more specific with stuff.

"Why have you been trying to get me kicked out of the building, why have you been so antagonistic to me since you moved in here?"

"I'm trying to get you kicked out so I can get your sister to let me move in with her. I blame you for ruining my chance with her in high school after we had to move when you caused my sister to create a scene after you asked her out." She went pale during that and stated shaking. What the hell, I thought.

"My sister has a steady committed partner, were you going to try and split them up?"

"Yes!" Oh this fucking bitch. Suddenly I'd lost all sympathy for her from being turned into a sex ****. And what was that about a sister?

"Who is your sister?"

She really tried to resist saying anything at that point, went red in the face with the struggle even, but eventually spat out. "Brenda Kiernan!" Oh...

Brenda... Wow. I hadn't thought about her in years. I had thought she was a friend once. Had asked her to go to a school dance our Junior year of high school. And for some reason she'd gone totally ballistic afterwards... Her family moved away after that, because of that I guess. She'd left me a bloody mess, and I'd just stood there and took it in shock. The school had had to do something about it even if it was a girl attacking a guy, too many witnesses to brush it under the rug and I hadn't lifted a finger.

"Do you know why she attacked me?" I asked quietly after a bit.

"No, and I don't care." Right. This fucking bitch...

I walked close and looked her in the eye. "Listen to me close, from now on your name is Bitch. You can only think of yourself as Bitch. If someone asks your name you will tell them it's Bitch. Do you understand me Bitch?"

"Yes." She gasped out in shock.

"What's your name?"

"Bitch. My name is Bitch... No, no, my name is Bitch." She looked at me in panic and fear as she struggled with her new fact.

"Get down on your hands and knees Bitch. People get to walk, bitches crawl. Understood Bitch?"

She choked out a sobbing yes as she got down on her hands and knees. Tears now streaming down her face. I wished it was Brenda on her knees before me but her sister would do.

There was a voice, some part of me telling me this was wrong, but my anger drowned it out. I sat back on the edge of my bed pointing my now raging hard on at my tormentor. Let her have a taste of what I'd gone through. Yes, taste...

"Crawl over here and suck my dick Bitch. No biting, no throwing up. Take it as deep as you can and swallow everything."

She moved slowly, arms and legs jerking as she tried to resist my order. shaking her head back and forth, tears streaming down her face as she opened her mouth wide. A look of horror and disgust on her face as she took my shaft deep into her throat. This wasn't like Tits's blowjob, Bitch was aware of what she was doing and hated every moment of it. It wasn't mechanical either, but sloppy and wet as she choked and gagged while driving her face into my pubes.

Tits just watched me with a blank look on her face as I grabbed Bitch by her hair and started fucking her face hard before blasting my first load down her throat. I made sure to pull back in time to leave plenty on her tongue to savor the taste before she swallowed that too.

I let her go back to sucking again on her own, delighting in the noises she made gagging on my cock.

"Go make the three of us some breakfast Tits. Make sure to put Bitch's breakfast in a bowl on the floor."

I swear I thought I imagined a smile on Tit's face as she turned away. Totally my imagination though. had to be.