CANDY<br/><br/>I let out a louder cry as Master Anthony began to milk me, and as his fingers began to tease the folds of my aching cunt. It all felt so good … and his words, disgusting as they were, aroused me even more. Thinking of my nipples being sucked … and having a real cock inside me, pounding my welcoming pussy and flooding me with delicious hot cum …<br/><br/>“Please fuck me if I win, Master Anthony,” I blurted out, my voice trembling as he finished emptying the second bulb into me. “Please fuck me … Mimi can lick me … she can watch you fuck me, she can lick my clit and lick your cock, too … oh please …” The sinful thoughts were like a drug. The more I thought about what I wanted, the more I craved it, the more I needed to have it …<br/><br/>“Yes, please I need to cum!” I nodded, desperately eager. I didn’t care if it was Master Anthony, or Master Randall, or Mimi with the biggest strap-on she could find. I needed to be fucked rotten, again and again and again. It was all I could think about!<br/><br/>I slightly regained my senses – if only for a moment – when Master Anthony informed me that I needed to explain our little ‘game’ to Mimi.<em>Of course I do, she wouldn’t understand …</em>I thought.<em>But that means they don’t understand Japanese, then, or they’d do it themselves. Hmm.</em>I filed the thought away, not knowing if it would help us someday or not.<br/><br/>And then I realized just what I was about to say to her, to one of my closest and dearest friends.<br/><br/><em>Hi, we’re going to play a game. Winner fucks the loser!</em><br/><br/>I didn’t know if I could bring myself to say it. But I knew I had to. I saw the wicked smiles on the faces of Master Randall and Master Anthony, and I knew if I didn’t, what would follow would be ten times as disgusting and degrading. If it was just us … well, at least she was my friend. I could be gentle with her, or her with me … it would be okay. It could even be good.<br/><br/>Couldn’t it?<br/><br/>Crawling over to her, I started to explain this perverted monstrosity of a contest to Shiz –<em>to Mimi</em>, I reminded myself shamefully,<em>it’s Mimi now</em>– and I felt my heart break when I looked at my friend. No, not just break.<strong>Shatter.</strong>Master Randall stood behind Mimi, a gleeful look of wicked delight of his face as he filled my friend’s bowels with hot water … and Mimi smiled in bliss. She looked so perfectly happy – and<em>excited</em>– to be abused and tormented by him, wriggling and sighing with utter joy as he teased her cunt. She eagerly nodded and whimpered with raw, lustful pleasure as Master Randall finished with one bulb, then began to administer another.<br/><br/>I realized that looking at Mimi was like looking into my own not-too-distant future. I was looking at what I might – what I<em>would</em>– become. And it terrified me … mostly. But there was a small part of me – a part I desperately hoped was part of my conversion, and not a part of<strong>me</strong>– that was incredibly excited at the thought of becoming like her. Happy at what she’d become, happy to be relentlessly raped and abused and fucked, over and over …<br/><br/>… and that terrified me even<em>more</em>.<br/><br/>“Mimi?” I said in a trembling voice, speaking in Japanese. “Mimi, the men … Masters Randall, and Anthony, they …” I closed my eyes. I couldn’t bear to look at her smile when I spoke to her. “They want us to have a contest. They … they want to see … who can hold the water inside our tummies … who can hold it the longest,” I said. “Whoever lasts the longest … gets to use the loser … to pleasure them. So if you win … you …”<br/><br/>I felt tears welling up in my eyes again.<br/><br/>“… you get to use me to pleasure you,” I said softly.<br/><br/>I whined as I felt a tugging on my tail. I let out a little mewling cry as Master Anthony dragged the tip of his enema bulb across the wet slit of my sex, and then inserted it into my rectum. “oooOOHHH!” I whined, as more hot water flooded my insides. My stomach felt hard and painful as he filled me up … but the sensation of the water being driven up my ass … oh god … it felt<em>so</em>good.<em>Really</em>good. Even with the hurt, and even though I didn’t think I could hold it for very long at all …