Archive-name: Changes/ericdil4.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Eric's Dilemna (part 4) Eric felt his vibrators click on. The strap running from the front of his corset, back through his legs to buckle in the small of his back, made removing them impossible. Feverishly, he rubbed his leather clad hands over his bare breasts. Hooking his thumbs through his nipple rings, he tugged the fat globes up past his shoulders, seemingly to hang himself by his own udders. The vibrations were building. Dropping the nipple rings over a chromed hook on the wall, Eric slipped the ping pong paddles from their holsters on his hips and began to spank himself, deliberately, slowly, with increasing force. Quickly, his jiggling ass reddened. The weight tied to his cock ring bounced against his legs, tugging the flaccid organ, and threatening to rip away the last relic of his manhood. Faster, harder, jumping to put more strain on his tortured nipples, Eric tried to beat the inexorable tick of the twin vibrators. He was there .. nearly there .. almost, almost ... A cruel shock of electricity jolted through his passages. The doctors had given him a vagina. It could accommodate practically anything; cock, dildo, even a fist! They had, however, left him a penis, now a sort of gigantic clitoris. Eric had become a bisexed freak. The vicious lances of electrical pain flowed freely from rectum to vagina and back, causing Eric to twitch uncontrollably. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK., SMACK, SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK! Mindlessly, Eric kept up the pummeling of his own ass until, overwhelmed by sensation, his orgasm came. Roiling waves of pleasure, based in terrible pain, blotted out any thought from his mind. His hands dropped the paddles and ran up and down his corseted torso, the rubber sweat slick under his fingers. Seated at his makeup table, Eric repaired the damage. He had an hour to be ready for another orgasm. The clock was already ticking. There was barely enough time. If his makeup wasn't just right, if he wasn't wearing the right clothes, if he didn't have on leather gloves to massage his tits, or high heels, or any one of a myriad preconditioned things, he couldn't cum. And, if he failed to cum, the shocks kept going. For how long? He didn't know, but he had no desire to find out. ********* "I want to escape." Eric hadn't had such a thought in two years. For much of that time, he'd forgotten who he was, that is, who he had been. "Why had they refreshed all that?" Eric knew that he had been Eric Katt, knew that he was now trapped in a female body, that in reality he was male. "Why tell me this?" Eric had tried three times to leave. There were no locks on the doors. Each time, he had never made it past the door of his room. First, it had been a corset. Next, picking out the right dress. Now his makeup was perfect but he just couldn't seem to get moving. "I'll take it a step at a time." Eric stepped into the hallway, just to see what was out there. It was easier to do this by small steps. Down the hall to the stairwell. Down the steps and out to the next floor. On to the elevator, down to the ground floor. It was working, Eric was getting away. Three men were standing by the front door. They were wearing leather. Oh God! Eric could feel himself get wet. His tiny penis throbbed. Head down, he tried to walk past. A strong hand turned him around and calloused fingers dug his beasts out of his low-cut dress. "Look what we have here boys, prime milk bags. Looks like she's ready to go into heat. What do you say boys? You "Bulls" ready to service this here heifer?" Eric wanted to resist as they pulled his dress up and put him, on hands and knees, on a table. Docilely, he serviced each in turn, front and back, the smell of the leather and the bruising of their rough play turning him on. Cum splattered and disheveled, Eric watched them leave laughing. He was Eric Katt inside, dammit he was and she, goddammit *HE*, could leave whenever he wanted. But not like this. My hair, my face! I must look a wreck. I'll just fix myself up and then I'll go. Eric tried the next day and every day after that for a month. He never got out of the lobby. End of Part 4