The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)
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				Title: <strong>The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 15:23:57</strong>
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				His head throbbed. <br><br>A soft light lit up overhead, faintly illuminating the dark room. It looked like a storage facility, quite a large one... with some equipment he recognised from Doctor Lewis's laboratory. A tank full of pearl pink liquid swirled as a mechanical arm stirred it.<br><br>He could feel the thin padding of a medical examination couch beneath is bare skin... and padded cuffs on his wrists and ankles. <br><br>"You're awake. Then we can begin."<br><br>A man's voice, from behind a dark observation window. <br><br>The arm stopped and withdrew from the tank, turned around, and started to spray the liquid over him. <br><br>"Just something to make you more... receptive to the test. Doctor Lewis might not approve, but I'm sure she'll find the results most interesting. After all, she was curious how reactions to mental stimuli can affect physical development after treatment with the solution. But you didn't think the idea was viable, did you? Well. We'll see."<br><br>The spray stopped. He was now soaked in the lukewarm, sweet-smelling fluid. <br><br>With a click, the restraints opened. <br><br>"Towel yourself off. Then proceed to the next room."<br><br>Ahead of him, a heavy door unlocked...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crow</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 16:09:21</strong>
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				Charles Cox felt like he was about to die.<br><br>“There’s been a poisoning…” he slurred, the old quip a now ex-housemate used make with every hangover.<br><br>The last thing he remembered was leaving the library after an intense study session. This close to finals it all seemed to be studying! Hell, he probably stank having not even showered that morning and he had been eager for a shower a shave. That said, he was also eager to hit the pub. It may have been close to finals and after a whiff from his armpit as he ran a hand through his short brown hair, a shower was definitely called for but he had already set <em>this</em> Friday aside for some fun!<br><br>And he must have had some given how he now felt and how little he could remember!<br><br>But damn he was cold! And that clinking was doing nothing for his headache and… was he tied down?<br><br>Opening his eyes and having the world blur into existence forced him to wake up quicker than he would have wanted under better circumstances.<br><br>He was naked and in some sort of warehouse?<br><br>“What the Hell?” Charles muttered in confusion.<br><br>He soon saw the source a clinking. A large silver arm was stirring some amorphous gloop.<br><br>"You're awake. Then we can begin." came a voice, but he could not see the source.<br><br>The tank drew his attention once more. With a barely audible whirr, the arm lifted from the pink mess and point at him. At the end was a nozzle.<br><br>Suddenly the hose-like contraption sprayed a fearsome barrage of the slightly thick liquid at him and Charles spluttered under the assault.<br><br>“Just something to make you more... receptive to the test.” came the man’s voice again. “Doctor Lewis might not approve, but I'm sure she'll find the results most interesting. After all, she was curious how reactions to mental stimuli can affect physical development after treatment with the solution. But you didn't think the idea was viable, did you? Well. We'll see."<br><br>At Charles’ ankles a wrists, the click of the restraints opening sounded.<br><br>“Who are you? What the Hell’s going on?” bellowed Charles as he stood up dripping. An almost sickly sweet smell, similar to bubblegum clung to him.<br><br>"Towel yourself off. Then proceed to the next room." was the only response.<br><br>More than eager to dry off, he grabbed a large fluffy towel that was folded near what turned out be a medical examination couch.<br><br>Using one side to dry and scrape of the viscous gloop, he then wound the clean side around his waist and hoped it was the towel itself that was retaining the awful smell.<br><br>“Fuck your next room!” he shouted whilst drying only to fully realise that with solid smooth walls all around, it was the next room or nothing.<br><br>On bare feet, he padded through the open door cautiously.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 22:33:41</strong>
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				The next room had been painted a dark purple. There was another dark window on the same side, and a camera watching the opposite end. <br><br>"Good. You respond to commands well."<br><br>In the middle of the room was a table, with a vertical wall at the end closest to the door Charles had come through. Protruding from the middle was another nozzle. <br><br>"You need fluid."<br><br>As the voice said it, Charles realised that he did feel thirsty.<br><br>"Your mouth is watering."<br><br>The voice was right. <br><br>"Take the nozzle into your mouth and suck."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crow</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 17:23:30</strong>
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				Walking into the next room, the door behind swung shut with a metallic clank.<br><br>"Good. You respond to commands well." reverberated the voice.<br><br>"Fuck you!" was shouted the response from Charles, then again for good measure. But the voice continued, cold, scientific. It showed no apparent irritation from outburst.<br><br>"You need fluid." it said.<br><br>"Your mouth is watering." it said.<br><br>"Take the nozzle into your mouth and suck." it said.<br><br>"Take the nozzle and shove it up your arse!" shouted Charles in response. Only silence was the reply.<br><br>He was feeling thirsty though. The voice was annoyingly correct. His mouth felt dry and his throat felt hoarse, but damn if Charles was going to follow this… this…. disembodied nobody blindly!<br><br>Ignoring the table and the nozzle, he walked around the room. Bare purple walls, a smooth dark window, almost no light. Two solid metal doors that were cold to the touch. They made Charles feel even colder wrapped in only an insipidly sweet-smelling towel.<br><br>He tapped on the walls which sounded so solid. He shoved and thumped on both doors and then at the thick dark glass, but with nothing but noise as a response and still the person said nothing and still his thirst grew.<br><br>Finally, confused and overwhelmed, he shouted aloud in frustration and approached the table with its vertical wall. Crouching below it, Charles placed his lips around the nozzle and began to suck.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 03:25:18</strong>
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				The nozzle was covered by a rubber moulding with a bit of give to it, like the fake "flesh" of a rubber hand. <br><br>A warm, sweet liquid started to run into his mouth as he sucked... stopping as he stopped... starting again as he resumed sucking, slowing down to a trickle, forcing him to take the nozzle further into his mouth, suck that bit deeper and harder to get more. It was delicious, refreshing.<br><br>He could just make out the voice in the background. "Good... good... isn't it?"<br><br>Finally, as he started to feel full, the trickle of fluid ended in a final warm spurt, dripping down the underside of the nozzle, just enough to be worth licking up. <br><br>The next door clicked open.
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				Post by: <strong>Crow</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 04:27:04</strong>
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				"Good... good... isn't it?" sounded the voice as Charles sucked. It wasn’t easy! The strangely moreish and yet strangely salty liquid waxed and waned, sometime spurting other times barely a trickle and yet still he sucked.<br><br>At some point the bizarre nature of a salty liquid that quenched thirst struck him, but it made at least a little sense, after all -&nbsp; even dehydrated people were given saline!<br><br>After a while, there was clunk and another door opened. Instantly, Charles drew his head away from the soft and yielding nozzle I his mouth.<br><br>“About time!” he shouted and bounded through the open door.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 04:37:32</strong>
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				The walls here were slightly brighter, more reddish. A row of climbing rings hung fromthe ceiling. Below them a thin white stripe, maybe two inches across, ran along the floor, which was otherwise dark slats of metal. Vents? Fans started to rotate as the door closed behind Charles, and the door ahead opened slightly. <br><br>"Walk a straight line. One foot in front of the other. Use the rings above if you must."<br><br>They were high enough that he would have to walk on tiptoe if he used them.<br><br>And the room was now uncomfortably warm... the vents would certainly hurt, and possibly burn his feet if he stepped on them.
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				Post by: <strong>Crow</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 05:44:55</strong>
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				As soon as Charles entered the room, the door behind him swung closed! He made his appraisal of his new prison,<br><br>This new room had a white line running from this end to the opposite where another door was set in the wall, and otherwise seemed to have a floor entirely made of slats.<br><br>"Walk a straight line. One foot in front of the other. Use the rings above if you must." came the voice, but Charles just smirked!<br><br>Why would he even bother? It wasn’t like he could get trapped in the thin slats! He took a step forward, but just then, there was a loud humming like a hundred computers starting up.<br><br>He had taken only one step across the slats when they became unbearably hot!<br><br>Shouting aloud, Charles hopped over the white line, only for the same to occur on the other side!<br><br>He quickly stepped one foot onto the white line and then the other, standing across it’s width! He wind-milled, almost falling again before half jumping and grabbing a ring above in order to get purchase.<br><br><br>Either side, heat-wave lines danced in the air and he felt glad that he had made it to the white line whilst the perverse room was still just warming up!<br><br><br>Charles remained still for a while, his arms aching and his feet below, the toes alone in contact with the line, mirroring his discomfort. This could never last.<br><br>Turning 90 degrees, he faced towards the only exit and began to walk the line, each step swinging across the last, placing his foot toe-first in front of his other, slowly making his way down the line with tiny steps as his overstretched arms seized each ring and gave a little more balance to the horrid balance beam.<br><br>It must have taken several minutes, but gradually he made his way to the end and the next room.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 06:08:23</strong>
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				The rings were spaces further apart as he proceeded, forcing him to take a step or two on tiptoe just to reach them. <br><br>"Well done." <br><br>The next room was a brighter red again. On one end was a coat rack, with what looked like bathrobes on the hooks. They looked pale pink in the redness of the room. And ahead of that was... a walk-in shower.<br><br>"You are now ready for a shower. Pay particular attention to washing your hair."
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				Post by: <strong>Crow</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 06:19:30</strong>
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				Charles was more than happy to reach the next room. He really had to stretch with the last few steps and now his toes seemed to hurt a little!<br><br>That said, it did seem to help if he continued to place one foot directly in front of the other and raise himself just a little onto his toes. Continuing with the odd gait, Charles crossed the room and looked into what was a small cubicle with what looked like a shower head.<br><br><br>"You are now ready for a shower. Pay particular attention to washing your hair." said the voice, devoid of any emotion.<br><br>Cox gave a snort. “I think you already showered me with that pink shit!” he shouted, but there was no response.<br><br>He waited for a while thought it was actually hard to tell how long with now watch and no clock. There was still response and finally he simply muttered,<br><br>“Fuck it.” And stepped into the shower, obstinately keeping his towel on. Water squirted from the shower head and he happily let it slide over him, rubbing it into his hair despite his reticence, just hoping to lose the sweet smell from his earlier hosing.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 18:10:15</strong>
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				"Language," the voice reprimanded.<br><br>A bottle of pinkish, faintly perfumed lotion sat on a tray at a little below shoulder height. "Use the lotion and rinse it off. You want to look after your skin."<br><br>The warm water felt good as it ran over his skin, which felt oddly soft, sensitive, and smooth. Was he losing body hair?<br><br>He could just hear the voice continue over the sound of running water. "Now wash your hair... that feels good, doesn't it?"<br><br>The hair on his head, however, had never felt more full, thick and bouncy. Running his fingers through it felt wonderful, stroking the soft golden locks...<br><br>"You suit that colour," the voice said, softly, convincingly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crow</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 19:48:05</strong>
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				"Language" came the one word response to his outburst, just before the shower above burst into life cutting a fresh "Fuck you!" into a half gargled mess.<br><br>The water was warm but oddly soothing after the heat from the awful fan room. In all, none of this made sense - the bizarre torture of the last room, the weird nozzle and spray before that and now, this almost luxurious shower!?<br>.<br>Charles continued to let the water cascade over him, knots he didn't even realise he had un-tightening form tense shoulders.<br><br>"Use the lotion and rinse it off. You want to look after your skin." explained the voice. He was dubious. None of this made any sense! What if after the disarmingly pleasurable shower the madman behind this just wanted him to coat himself in bleach or something?<br><br>That said, so far all that resistance had done was leave him alone in dark rooms....<br><br>Charles grabbed the bottle and poured a healthy squeeze of its pink contents into the palm of his hand. The same awful sweet smell from early suddenly flooded his nose, perhaps stronger then before.<br><br>“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he cried in an over vocal grumble as he slathered the lather all over himself.<br><br>Despite his protests, it did feel good though, the action making his skin tingle, the foam making it feel unusually soft, especially over his chest where his small patch of hair… What the fuck? Was he losing his body hair?<br><br>“Now wash your hair... that feels good, doesn't it” ordered the voice. Charles nearly outright refused! He kept his brown hair short, but he was still glad to have it! The idea of having that stripped off too was just- Was just his only choice, he finally concluded.<br><br>“When I get out of here, you’re going to prison you arsehole!” he shouted, grabbing the separate shampoo and rubbing it into his scalp, expecting huge clumps to come away in his wet hands.<br><br>The more he rubbed though, the more there seemed to be to rub! Charles kept going, desperate to know what was going on when one sodden lock of golden blonde fell before his eyes.<br><br><em>What the Hell?! I’m not blonde!</em> His mind raced.<br><br>"You suit that colour” said the voice, almost convincingly except for the fact that Charles was certain he was being goaded.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 23:50:18</strong>
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				"Language," the voice repeated as he swore again, and the water went cold for just a few seconds. <br><br>"Now, rinse, towel off, and proceed to the next room."<br><br>Outside the shower cubicle, a pale pink set of towels and bathrobe hung waiting to be used. 
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				Post by: <strong>Crow</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 14:25:33</strong>
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				A sudden spray of freezing cold water caused Charles to cry out!<br><br>“Gah!” he splutterd, jumping from the shower and nearly slipping. “What the Hell is wrong with you!”<br><br>There was a fluffy pink towel and robe outside the cubicle, similar in colour to the towel he had just abandoned but with less of the intrusive bubblegum smell that once again seemed to be everywhere.<br><br>Cox grabbed the towel gratefully after the cold and rubbed himself dry with great vigour. The material felt completely alien on his denuded skin and there seemed to be a lingering chill to the air that made him eager to pull on the fluffy robe.<br><br>At least slightly more decent than he had been, Charles walked through the next now open door, unaware that when he wasn’t thinking about it, he more naturally adopted the one-foot-before-the-other gait that the heated fan room had forced upon him.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 02:26:41</strong>
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				Rubbing with the towel proved uncomfortable. "Pat yourself dry, Charlie... soft hairless skin prefers it. You must take care of your skin." it sounded more like good advice than an order... and sure enough, it was more comfortable to gently pat his sensitive skin dry. The soft, fluffy pink robe felt good against it as he slipped it on.<br><br>The step made him sway his hips and hold out his arms slightly to balance himself.<br><br>Beyond the next door was a smaller room painted candy apple red. The opposite wall had a split in the middle, suggesting a door. And two holes at arm height, and two at floor level, space as if for him. A silhouette, notably thin with tapering limbs, connected them.<br><br>Before him, the door he had passed through closed and locked.<br><br>"Place your hands and feet in the holes, and keep them there until the door opens."
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				Post by: <strong>Crow</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 19:32:39</strong>
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				Charles grimaced at being called ‘Charlie’. The name had always sounded so juvenile! He had even corrected his girlfriend the first time she had playfully used the moniker.<br><br>In an act of innate defiance, he ignored the voice and continued to rub himself down… but then it did feel oddly irritating on his nude skin….<br>Just for a second, Charles tried patting instead – the relief was almost immediate! His look of distaste quickly faded as he finished drying.<br><br>Walking into the next room, a subtle sway to his hips and his arms held out and feeling just a little alien, Charles saw the four holes inset in the bright red walls. Once again, the door behind closed and clicked locked.<br><br>"Place your hands and feet in the holes, and keep them there until the door opens.” ordered the monotone voice.<br><br>Charles for a moment thought about shouting again, though about pounding on the door, but the spray of freezing water in the shower room had proved that his captor was not above a little vindictiveness in his reproaches.<br><br>Instead, Charles merely sat before the holes and then scooched forward to get his into the floor level ones. Pausing only to pull the pink robe under his rear and block off the cold floor, he then leant forward and inserted his arms.<br><br>For a moment, Charles could almost imagine a guillotine shooting down. Of course his captor had already had ample opportunity to kill him, so it seemed unlikely. Even so, he couldn’t help but turn his head away, his annoying blonde locks tousled by the movement. Though the colour did seem to suit him…. didn’t it?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 01:05:49</strong>
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				"Good. No hesitation. You know that you will be looked after..."<br><br>As he imagined the guillotine, he felt something drop and pin his fingers and toes. It was enoguh to give him a shock, but was not actually anything painful. <br><br>Now, instead, he could feel his fingernails being pulled at. Not enough to pull them out, just a light tugging. <br><br>"Do you feel them extending?"<br><br>As the voice asked, he realised that this was what it felt like. And the feeling intensified. <br><br>Then another feeling, moist on the tops of fingernails and toenails both.<br><br>Then his hands and feet were released and the door opened, revealing the other half of this room, with another feeding pump, this one mounted just three feet above the floor. <br><br>"Time for a snack. You will need to crawl for it, though."<br><br>As the double door folded away, revealing his hands and feet, he saw that he now had long, shaped fingernails, and they and his toenails were glossily buffed...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crow</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 01:19:32</strong>
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				Charles couldn’t believe the audacity of the voice:<br><br>“Good. No hesitation. You know that you will be looked after..."<br><br><em>Looked after? Looked after?!</em><br><br>Here he was imprisoned in this insane warren of rooms with nothing but the taunting monotone voice and it dared to tell him he was being ‘looked after’!<br><br>A weight seemed to press on his fingers and toes. The shock of the sudden slight pressure caused Charles to try and jerk his hands back reactively, but nothing happened! His hands were trapped! Trying to pull his legs confirmed the same there!<br><br>An odd pulling sensation then began, it almost felt like the wall was sucking at his limbs and-<br><br>"Do you feel them extending?"<br><br>Yes! By God that was it! The feeling kept going and going and then, suddenly, he felt the wall release him and the click of the next door unlocking!<br><br>Charles pulled his arms and legs away with great relief and the and then stared down at what had been done to him.<br><br>His hands now ended in a series of long nails, extending beyond his fingers. In the darkened room it was impossible to see whether there was any colour to these new talons, but the dim light did show them to be oddly shiny and reflective.<br><br>A glance down and it was obvious that his toes had received a similar treatment!<br><br>What the Hell was going on?! Was this entire set up supposed to make him look ridiculous? The blonde hair, the nails? What was the point to all this?<br><br>“Time for a snack. You will need to crawl for it, though." came the voice as the door opened.<br><br>“Look! You really don’t need to do all this!” shouted Charles in vain. “If you just let me go…” he trailed off. This was insane. Silence once again greeted him.<br><br>Despondent and confused, he walked into the next room, hips once again subtly swaying as each foot crossed in front of the other. There was no way he was <em>crawling</em>!<br><br>Reaching the odd pump, Charles sank to his knees and slid his lips over the spigot, one long-nailed hand holding onto the base to give him a little support.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 01:50:33</strong>
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				"Good enough." <br><br>The warm, salt-sweet whitish liquid started to run as he sucked on the nozzle, responding to his tongue and his swallows.<br><br>"Yes... you enjoy that, don't you... Of course, it goes right to your hips... and your bottom... and your chest. Not your waist, though, you can keep that nice and slim." <br><br>As the strong male voice named each area, Charlie could feel them soften... numb... swell.<br><br>With a final spurt, the nozzle lowered and withdrew slightly, like Charlie's manhood after that tease. <br><br>"Next room."<br><br>A side door opened, leading in to a darkened room with light being projected onto one wall. A cinema screen?<br><br>And one seat in front of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crow</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 02:02:57</strong>
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				As Charles sucked on the pump, little seemed to happen initially. He sucked harder and soon a little trickle seemed to begin, but then stop as soon as he let up with the pressure. Frustrated, he began to pump at the thing and even to bob his head a little in order to milk the fluid from the pump. Flicking his tongue at the orifice seemed to help too!<br><br>Finally, the liquid seemed to be flowing, a warm salty rush and Charles kept up his movements, even speeding them to hasten the completion of this insane challenge and get to the next room.<br><br>As the liquid flowed and Charles swallowed the voice continued with its ceaseless comments.<br><br>"Yes... you enjoy that, don't you... Of course, it goes right to your hips... and your bottom... and your chest. Not your waist, though, you can keep that nice and slim." <br><br>With each mentioned body part, Charles could actually feel a tightness, almost a firmness!<br><br>His hips felt odd, his rear seemed to be pushing on his heels as he knelt and there was a bizarre weight to his chest!<br><br>Finally the liquid seemed to trickle off and Charles stood and looked down!<br><br>Fuck! He looked almost like a girl!<br><br>On his chest, two small by unmistakably breast-like protrusions hung! They were perky and obvious through the opening that ran down the robe! Charles’ hands rushed to the little breasts. They were firm and the heat and sensation confirmed that they were his!<br><br>“FUCK YOU! YOU FUCKING MAD FREAK!” he shouted before pulling the robe tightly closed to hide his new additions.<br><br>He strode towards the next room, a look of determination on his face.<br><br><em>Holy fuck! He’s trying to make me look like a girl!</em> he though with every step, his widen hips swaying far more noticeably and the walk causing his larger bum to wiggle with each step.<br><br>The next room contained little else except a screen and a seat. Charles dropped to his knees and looked under the chair, felt under it, felt the floor around it. He half expected some other awful surprise, but it seemed normal.<br><br>The door to the last room had closed and a quick check of the next showed that, yes, it was locked. Just like all the others.<br><br>Unhappily, Charles sat in the seat, still pulling the robe tight about himself.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 02:23:59</strong>
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				"Ah-ah-ah, language..." the voice chided. And then... nothing happened. <br><br>"Just a warning this time... your body is very sensitive, I wouldn't want to bruise you."<br><br>The robe Charlie wore seemed to fit him better now, no longer so baggy around the chest as it swelled at the voice's suggestion, as it swayed softly with each step.<br><br>As he sat, feeling the softness of his now more padded bottom, something clicked inside the seat. <br><br>And a metal belt locked in place around his waist, forcing the breath out of him, only letting him take short breaths that made his bosom heave.<br><br>The screen flickered to life, and he saw a beautiful girl, maybe twenty years old, with long blonde hair, a shapely figure and full red lips, lying naked on a bed covered in pink sheets. <br><br>The belt lowered slightly into place over Charlie's penis.<br><br>"Hi..." she giggled, looking out of the screen at Charlie.<br><br>Then a man entered. Young, strong. He had a large, powerful erection, and he slid it into the girl...<br><br>The belt continued to vibrate, both encouraging and preventing an erection from Charlie. Stimulating him, but stopping his manhood responding... exciting other parts of him...<br><br>As they moved together, he thrusting into her, she bucking to take him in deeper, the camera moved from behind him to beside the couple, and Charlie could see the man's face. He was handsome... He looked familiar, but he could not place him. he camera kept moving around to show only the man, looking down at Charlie as he kept thrusting, as if into him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crow</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 02:41:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The voice once again patronisingly reprimanded Charles and he tensed his shoulders as he awaited whatever punishment that was to be meted out. But nothing happened…<br><br>“Just a warning…” the voice said and Charles almost felt like swearing again, but resisted the urge this time.<br><br>He sat on the seat, his expanded rear making the seat seem far more padded than it was and he almost sighed in relief when there was a sudden click and cold, metal device snapped shut around him!<br><br>The metal cinched tight and all the air rushed from his lungs in a blast! Charles tried to breathe in but he now found deep breaths impossible and simply heaved in shallow lungfuls that made his chest rise and fall invitingly and made his small breasts appear a little larger, or at least more inviting.<br><br>Feeling a little light-headed, Charles was almost worried that he would pass out like this when the screen before him flickered to light.<br><br>Before him a sexy blonde girl was sprawled on pink sheets. Her figure looked oddly familiar, though Charles was near certain that he would remember a pair of oversized knockers like that.<br><br>“Hi…” she breathed, in a giggle, her vapid voice only compounding the impression already created by her vacant expression. Charles had little time to study it however, the rapidly warming metal stealing away his attention as it lowered over penis.<br><br>There was a faint, regular vibration that seemed to be focussed on his crotch. Charles could feel his member start to swell, only to be halted by the harsh metal.<br><br>On screen, a well-muscled man strode on, his cock sticking out firm before him. Without preamble, he thrust into the blonde tart and her whole body seemed to buck and quiver with each powerful pelvic motion.<br><br>The man too looked very familiar. He was certainly a good looking guy and slowly the camera panned to show a better view of him than the bimbo.<br><br>Soon it was as if the man were bearing down on Charles himself and with each movement, the metal belt continued to vibrate, faster and faster, a ceaseless, tormenting tease that begged to have the belt torn away.<br><br>Charles began to sweat, his breathing quickened, his small bosom heaving rapidly.<br><br>Between his legs, he scrabbled at the metal, his long nails doing nothing to the harsh metal, ever vibrating.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 05:31:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With each thrust, his bosom heaved. With each heave, it seemed to swell. Just as his hips did... as his waist tightened inside the metal cincher... as his manhood started to push inwards. <br><br>"You like that, Carly..." said the man on screen. The girl, now completely out of sight, did not respond. And the man's voice was Carly... Charlie's unseen manipulator. <br><br>And he was right. He was always right. <br><br>"You like that... You know you want a real man... Spread for me, Carly... let me in..."<br><br>The stimulating sensation coming from the chair and the belt with each thrust of that big strong man. Who wouldn't like that? It felt so good as it hugged and warmed the soft skin, spread the smooth legs, pressed against the downy pubic hairs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crow</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 15:57:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles Cox couldn’t seem to catch his breath as the ceaseless torment behind the metal belt continued! His chest was heaving, his heart was hammering and ahead of him the man on the screen kept speeding up, every thrust faster, harder than the last.<br><br>“You like that, Carly..." said the man, his voice, his very presence commanding.<br><br><em>Carly??</em> Charles thought, <em>But that’s not my name! I’m Carl – er, Char- Charlie! Carly Co-, no Charlie Cox!</em><br><br>The thought was fleeting though, the thrusts still getting faster. No longer did Charlie’s nails scrabble on the metal, but rather he tried to vainly to slide even a single finger between the warm metal and his sweltering flesh. The vibration still wouldn’t stop, still continued!<br><br>With each thrust and each gasping breath, Charlie’s chest seemed to swell, the small perky domes filling out to larger and larger proportions. Below the belt, Charlie’s hips and rear were doing the same, his rear now almost leaving the seat as he bucked to mirror each powerful motion from the onscreen man.<br><br>“You like that... You know you want a real man... Spread for me, Carly... let me in..." said the man and Charlie responded, his legs spreading a deep groan escaping his lips!<br><br>“Oh! Oh please, please let me...” he half gasped, knowing he couldn’t take much more.<br><br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 05:10:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes... take it... you love it, Carly..."<br><br>Carly could almost feel something press inside between his spread legs, pushing into... into what? It felt like it was inside his foreskin, but how could that be so far back in his crotch? And wherever it was, it felt...<br><br>"Feels good, doesn't it, girl?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crow</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 15:39:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Yes... take it... you love it, Carly..."<br><br>There was a pressure building behind the belt, almost as if something were pushing into his pelvis but Carly, er, Charlie couldn’t help but let a pleasurable moan escape his lips once more.<br><br>“Feels good, doesn’t it girl?”<br><br><em>I’m not a girl!</em> Carly wanted to shout, but only another gasp was emitted, the feeling growing and the tempo of the on-screen man’s thrusting increasing, each back-arching, body wracking vibration of the belt mirroring the motion, blonde hair flickering at the periphery of vision, chest actually jiggling with each wracking, gasping tremor,<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 05:09:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, take it all the way in..." The man continued to thrust, and Carly could feel the thrusts through the belt, into the space behind it, the gap where something was missing. <br><br>He kept pushing, and then Carly felt a shuddering burst of pleasure. <br><br>Then another.<br><br>And another.<br><br>The man on screen relaxed and withdrew, and the thrusting slowed and stopped. He kissed the camera, and Carly felt a warm, moist breeze across the lips.<br><br>The chair unlocked, the cincher and belt withdrawing into it, leaving behind Carly's slender waist, flaring hips and moist vaginal slit.<br><br>Carly was a girl.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crow</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 20:53:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Yeah, take it all the way in..." said the voice, but already Carly was barely listening. The thrusting was relentless and had finally reached a cresecendo! With every movement, Charlie bucked out to meet the forceful vibration, each seeming to extend oddly deeper!<br><br>Moaning, sweating, and just when he thought he could take no more, the vibrations seemed to explode out from his pelvis, radiating up and down in a tow-curling, back arching wave of pleasure! Then again! Rolls of electricity seemed to shoot across him and Carly own screech was soon nothing the last exhalation from spent lungs as the pleasure raced once more up and down and up and down and…<br><br>Charlie breathed in deeply. He was half off the chair, the concave curvature of his tensed back actually lifting him from the seat. But that meant the metal holding him down must have loosened…<br><br>On screen, the muscled man kissed the camera and Carly could almost feel an echo of the motion on his own lips….<br><br>Then there was a click and the entire metal contraption holding him pulled back into the chair. The air of the room seemed strangely cold after the heat of the device and an odd moistness only peaked the chill.<br><br>Carly reached down, desperate to rub some life into his abused cock after the tight confine, but his manicured hand closed on nothing, only rubbing a knuckle against a hot, moist, cleft.<br><br>Charlie looked down, struggling at first with his chest in the way.<br><br>“What the…?” he actually spoke aloud as he stood, his legs feeling oddly weak beneath him, his knees shaking and threatening to buckle.<br><br>“No, no! This can’t be!” he continued, his voice rising to a shout! “You fucker! YOU FUCKING FUCKER! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!”<br><br>Not even looking at the next door, Charlie kicked harshly at the seat, only hurting her foot in the process.<br><br>“Let me out of here you… you… monster!” he finally finished, the word half choked, almost sobbed.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 03:02:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Carly's voice cracked as he screamed, becoming high and shrill as he felt his eyes watering and his knees buckling. As he started to curl up into a ball, he caught some of his long blonde hair under his rounded shoulder and tugged it uncomfortably... and curling up, he felt his nipples press against his knees. <br><br>Then the door ahead opened. <br><br>Beyond, through his tears, he could see a room with hot pink tiled walls. A bathroom? Yes, it even had a bath. A large one, with bottles of bodywash, shampoo and conditioner, even bubble bath.<br><br>"You've done very well, Carly. You're really coming along. Now, have a bath, clean up. You want to look your best." And more softly, "there's a good girl."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crow</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 16:22:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Carly felt her voice crack as she whimpered. This was insane! Impossible! What the Hell was going on?!<br><br>As she lay on the cold floor, the now hated chair just a few feet away, another door open. Carly looked up at the opening balefully. A room awash in pink was through the opening, all gleaming hot pink tiles and oversized tub. It was like a room ripped straight from Barbie’s Dreamhouse.<br><br>“No, no more…” she whispered, her voice hoarse but perhaps sounding a little higher than she’d intended. <br><br>"You've done very well, Carly.” said the voice. “You're really coming along. Now, have a bath, clean up. You want to look your best, there's a good girl."<br><br>“No.. I don’t!…” said Carly, but she was already standing again. For some reason she really did want to look her best. Even so, some shred of resistance lingered and Charles Cox stopped for a moment.<br><br>But there was no other way, the room here was quiet, the screen blank and the way back locked.<br><br>Carly slowly padded to the next room, not even picking up the robe that had fallen from her during her <em>exertions</em>.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 22:33:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A warm, sweet-smelling bubble bath was already run, the temperature just right for her sensitive skin. There were all the lotions and treatments a girl could need in easy reach, as well as soft fluffy towels and a new bathrobe, and something else on the hanger with it, something glossy. <br><br>As she slipped into the bath, it swirled slightly, mixing the water and keeping it just right. The frothy bubbles slipped across her smooth skin. just taking a bath had never felt so good when she was... before.<br><br>"There now..." The voice was soothing, comforting. "Isn't that nice? You do like to pamper yourself, don't you Carly? Of course you do, princess, you're worth it. And you love to look your best for all the boys..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crow</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 17:48:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Carly stepped into the water gingerly after staring at it for a long while. After what her monstrous captor had done to her, she wanted to claw at him with awful nails, to shout and scream and throw everything in the room and the next door until it was stained and everything ruined.<br><br>But the water had looked so tempting and the heat coming from it was so soothing….<br><br>Sitting down in the bath, the warm water giving off the same scent as the shower, something sweet and insipid, like an over sugary confection, the voice spoke again:<br><br>“There now..." it said, the words deep and relaxing, just like the hot scented water. "Isn't that nice? You do like to pamper yourself, don't you Carly? Of course you do, princess, you're worth it. And you love to look your best for all the boys…”<br><br>Of course Carly liked pampering herself… she closed her eyes and lay back. Who didn’t like relaxing and looking after herself and looking their best…. But wait a moment…. For the boys?<br><br>The sweat and tears from the last room quickly washed away in the water. That was good. Carly liked to look her best.<br><br>After a while, the new girl stood, feeling soothed, though still harbouring a dark hatred for her captor. The tepid water ran from her and she grabbed a fluffy towel and patted herself off like she had before. Carly Cox then reached for the robe and the other odd looking garment, already looking for the next door.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 07:06:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The swirling water and bubbles had done their job. She was soothed, relaxed and clean. It felt great to pat herself dry. <br><br>"The second towel is for your hair, wrap it around your head to keep it all out of the way." She had never understood how women did that, but the voice talked her through it and soon it was secure and comfy, and would keep her long golden hair from dripping on her robe... <br><br>Or the item on the other hanger, which proved to be a darling little pink chemise with matching thong panty (http://cosplay.ec51.com/bmz_cache/a/af6afadbfb97562e38df97715276a003.image.320x550.jpg), just in her size. Soft and silky, a little bit sheer, the short ruffled skirt designed to flare out slightly over her full hips.<br><br>"It's for you, Carly. Isn't it beautiful? You love wearing pretty things."<br><br>A pair of fluffy pink mules (http://www.thelittleshoebox.co.uk/pink_mules.jpg) sat on the floor, waiting for their Cinderella to slip them on.<br><br>"Put them on. Don't worry, you get to choose your next outfit. This is just to wear to get your first photo taken."<br><br>On the other side of the wall was a dressing mirror and a vanity table liberally strewn with makeup and perfume and jewellery. An ear piercing gun sat on top of the collection of pretty earrings.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crow</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 16:03:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Carly really did feel relaxed and even though the flare of hate rose as the voice of her captor spoke, she quickly acceded to the soothing requests and wrapped a second pink towel around her head.<br><br>She then approached the hanger, the chill of the room already raising goose-bumps and even making her nipples stand erect. The hanger contained too wispy items, the first a dress like thing and the second a barely-there scrap of underwear. They were both pink and just too&nbsp; girly and too feminine and too-<br><br>“It's for you, Carly. Isn't it beautiful? You love wearing pretty things."<br><br>Too pretty! And Carly did like wearing pretty things. The girl quickly stepped into the thong, feeling a momentary oddness at the alien sensation of the silk sliding up between her cheeks. She then dropped the chemise over her, the cool silk worsening her chill for just a moment before it started to heat up.<br><br>Finally, she stepped into the shoes, rising slightly from the floor and walking to the next door, her already altered gait swaying just that bit more with the added height.<br><br>Carly wondered about what the voice meant by ‘photo’… that didn’t make any sense… but then none of this so far had!<br><br>Before her now, was a vanity covered with a ridiculous array of female paraphernalia and a weird gun like device. Carly knew quickly what she was supposed to do here, but had little intention of doing exactly what the voice wanted.<br><br>Grabbing a single tube and drawing from it a sodden, glistening brush, she wiped it inexpertly across her lips, looking at how the gloss made them shine wetly in the vanity’s mirror. She then strode to the door, hoping that would satisfy her tormentor.<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 20:45:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Before she could reach the door, feeling the thong snug between her soft cheeks, the frill of her chemise bouncing around her thighs and the press of the kitten heels under her feet, she heard her master's voice chiding her. <br><br>"Ah-ah-ahhh... Do your makeup properly. You know you can't go out without looking your best. And pierce those little ears of yours, you know you like wearing jewellery."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crow</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 13:40:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Carly had her manicured hand on the door when she heard the voice again.<br><br>“Ah-ah-ahhh... Do your makeup properly. You know you can't go out without looking your best. And pierce those little ears of yours, you know you like wearing jewellery.”<br><br>And somehow she couldn’t go any further. The voice was right. She had to look her best, and she did <em>like</em> wearing jewellery…<br><br>Carly returned to the seat before the vanity. There was just so much before her! And yet… she knew exactly what she needed to do…<br><br>A flurry of activity suddenly ensued, mascara to lengthen lashes, eye-liner to make her eyes look just that bit darker and more enticing, a series of graduating pinks on her eyelids, make up that showed she was playful and fun and finally, a fresh application of lipgloss, more liberal in its use. The final result was a look that was topped by her wet, shining lips in a bright pink.<br><br>Carly knew she should try to leave then, but there was all this jewellery here! And she liked jewellery!<br><br>Moving with a purpose, the girl quickly grabbed the piercing gun and fired two quick bolts of pain into each earlobe. She then went to grab two small studs, but her hand seemed to deviate away, instead closing on two large, gaudy pink hoops that she was instantly in love with!<br><br>Closing the hoops, Carly stood again and walked, her rear wriggling, to the next door.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 02:58:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It felt much better to have her makeup on and earrings dangling from her ears again. A quick primp of the hair, matching pink sparkly polish on her fingernails and toenails, and she was ready to go. <br><br>She was amazed, but not surprised, by how beautiful and sexy she looked in the mirror. <br><br>"Good girl. You look really hot... And you love that, don't you Carly?"<br><br>The door opened for her, leading to a large room with hot pink walls and soft pink carpet under her feet. In the middle of the floor was a big pink satin heart-shaped bed, with cameras and lights and all surrounding it. <br><br>"It's time for your first photo shoot. Get on the bed and strike a pose..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crow</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 18:15:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The next room was dominated by a large, heart shaped bed, illuminated from all sides by multiple lights. Carly felt drawn to it, wiggling over on her heels as if in a dream.<br><br>Reaching the bed, she sat on the silky sheets, feeling it slide beneath her short pink slip. So, all she had to do was strike a few poses on the bed to escape this room? It almost seemed too easy after everything else!<br><br>Carly leant back on the sheets, lying on her side, on arm thrown behind her head, one leg bent. A classic cheese-cake pose…. After all, it was obviously what her weird captor was after here!<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 03:31:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The cameras started to flash and click. "Very nice... you're a natural... More... Toy with the camera... Think about the boys looking at you. You love the way we look at you." More clicks as she shifted on the bed, capturing every moment. "Let's see those panties... you love to show off..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crow</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 23:27:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A series of flashes caused Carly to see stars and she barely attempted to resist in her daze! Constantly, the voice of her captor commanded: “More! More!” and so she stuck out her chest and piyted her lips and looked smoulderingly towards the bright light in the room, all the while a tiny voice crying,<br><br>“You’re just doing this to get to the next room! Just to get to the next room!”<br><br>“Let’s see those panties! You love to show off!” said the voice and Carly allowed her hem to be pulled up by her movements and exposing her thighs and new sex, clad only in pink.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 05:30:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You love this!" the voice laughed, happily stating a fact as Carly preened and posed for the cameras, soaking up the attention. "You've never been happier... You've always wanted to be this happy... to be Carly." <br><br>There were microphones now as well as cameras, video cameras as well as flashes... Were there people holding them? There had to be... <br><br>"Tell us the truth, beautiful!" <br>"Tell us you love being a girl!" <br>"You want to be a girl!"<br>"Over here, Carly! Smile! That's gorgeous!"<br>"Is there a man in your life right now? Who's the lucky guy?"<br>"Shake that sweet little tush! Thatta girl!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crow</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 16:33:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carly continued to smile, to thrust her arms behind her head and her chest out, to shake and shimmy as voices called for her to pose for the flashing cameras!<br><br>As each flash came, the smile came just a little easier, the movements more natural, each a display of overt sexuality and wanton lasciviousness, design to entirely to display her figure and show off completely.<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 03:11:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's wonderful... good girl..." her man's soothing voice assured her. "You're ready for the next room."<br><br>The next door opened, leading to a brightly lit room with pink walls. Inside were rows of clothes. Pretty little dresses, cute skirts and tops, rows and rows of heels, undies, accessories, another makeup stand, and a full-length dressing mirror.<br><br>"Choose what you'd like to wear to go out tonight, Carly."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crow</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 00:36:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A slight squeal escaped Carly’s lips as she scrambled off the bed, the flashes of cameras still lingering in her eyes. She was getting through! Another door was open and that was… important!<br><br>She tottered into a room filled with clothes, makeup and a mirror and her heart leapt! This was <span class="bbc_u">fun</span>… wasn’t it? Yes! Carly loved clothes and makeup and looking good for boys!<br><br>Without even checking the next&nbsp; door, Carly stripped off the pink chemise and stepped from her mules, leaving the curvaceous blonde in her thong alone.<br><br>Stepping to the racks and racks of clothes, her rear wriggling even without the heels, Carly rummaged until she found two things; a small looking strapless bra, adorned with lace and matching her thong in colour and a simple, but short tube dress in a similar hot pink.<br><br>Carly wasted no time in clipping the bra around her, revelling in how it seemed to push her chest high and proud, her large boobs amost falling from the cups and looking even larger with the augmentation.<br><br>She then wiggled into the tight dress, a synthetic sheath that clung to every curve. As it settled, Carly realised how much of her chest it exposed and pulled it up slightly, only for a sudden coolness to announce her exposed thong! Pulling it down again then showed even more cleavage!<br><br>Finally, Carly settled for showing off both her chest and rear, and then the situation just became that much worse as she stepped into matching pink, four inch heels, forcing her rear and chest out just that bit more as she tottered to the makeup table.<br><br>Guileless blue eyes looked back as Carly began to apply all manner of makeup, a little foundation to even already blemish-free skin, dark extending mascara and matching eyeliner, smoky eye shadow and finally a repeated coat of over-shiny, over-wet lipgloss -&nbsp; the kind that highlighted pouting lips, the kind very few natural women would ever wear!<br><br>Carly pouted her shining lips and then giggled. She guessed she was ready for the next room! And that was a good thing!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 01:02:27</strong>
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				As Carly found her bra and shimmied into her dress, she found lots of other cute things she could have worn. That halter top, that stretchy mini, that schoolgirl outfit... but for her first time out she wanted to knock 'em dead, so go pink! She would probably get a chance to try on everything in her collection soon, anyway. <br><br>As she fixed her makeup and hair, ready for a night out clubbing, she remembered how she used to look at girls like her... It must have been envy, mustn't it? After all, now she was a girl like this, she'd never been happier. <br><br>Ready to go, she wiggled over to the door. She could hear her man's voice behind it. "As you can see, her new identity has completely stabilised. She remembers Charles Cox, but she knows that isn't important. She's..."<br><br>She saw him through the window in the door, as he wrote <strong>Carly</strong> on it in big pink letters. Then he extended the line of the r, and added a circle at the bottom left of the l. <br><br><strong>Candy</strong><br><br>The door clicked open. <br><br>She recognised him at once. Martin, Dr. Lewis's former assistant, caught trying to steal her patents for psychosomatic healing. <br><br>Had he always been so tall? And so cute?<br><br>He smiled. "Hello, Candy. Come on out."<br><br>Outside, she could see a whole lot of people sitting up above, like she and Marty were on stage. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crow</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 22:53:15</strong>
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				Carly took one last look in the full-length mirror and blew herself a kiss just like she had done in the room filled with cameras. There was then one final pause by the door – so many cute outfits! The tiny skirts, the tight top to show off her chest like the boys liked! A schoolgirl outfit! An overly skimpy maid uniform! Oh!<br><br>But pink was definitely the way to go! And especially in a totally short, totally tight form, constantly threatening to flash her chest or thong!<br><br>The latest door was different to the others, glass resting in a window within flimsy looking wood. A voice could be heard just on the other side.<br><br>“As you can see, her new identity has completely stabilised. She remembers Charles Cox, but she knows that isn't important. She's..."<br><br>That voice! Carly knew it!<br><br>The man on the other side began to write over the curly pink script that spelt ‘Carly’ on the window glass, slowly writing-<br><br>“Hello, Candy. Come on out.” said Martin as… ‘Candy?’ tottered onto a stage, her heels clicking loudly and her arse wiggling with each step. As she stared at Dr Lewis’ former assistant, Candy’s face was an image of vacancy. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 06:08:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Smile, Candy." Martin grinned, a confident look on his handsome face. <br><br>He put a strong arm around her, pulling him to her. Taller than her even with her stiletto heels, and so commanding and manly... Had he always been so big and buff? She didn't think he had... but maybe she just hadn't noticed before. <br><br>He pointed to the microphone stand in front of them on the stage. <br><br>"Introduce yourself. Tell the boys in the audience who you are... what you like..."<br><br>Batting her lashes against the light, she could see about two dozen men watching from the darkness. Cameras, too. They were far enough back that they could have been watching since the first room. Since before she realised who she really was.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crow</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 16:32:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Martin put a protective arm around Candy and she leaned into him. He was so tall and so strong and so manly! So unlike herself as she gazed out across-<br><br>"Smile, Candy." commanded Martin and Candy quickly obeyed, a dazzling flash of pearly white between her over-wet, kissable lips.<br><br>Martin pointed to a microphone at the centre of the stage and then spoke again saying,<br><br>“Introduce yourself. Tell the boys in the audience who you are... what you like..."<br><br>Once again, Candy was eager to do as she was told, moving toward the microphone as quickly as her little sashaying steps would convey her.<br><br>“Um… Hi!” began Candy, stopping for a moment as her voice was amplified and bounced back in it’s unfamiliar tones. She sounded like she was half way between a naïve little girl and a phone sex operator <br><br>“I’m Candy… Cox?” Candy continued, looking briefly to Martin, a little unsure of herself. She then continued on. “And I like…”<br><br>A flood of thoughts from the strange rooms Candy had been in flooded over her and she began recite her activities,<br><br>“I like clothes! And makeup and jewellery! Oh and I like showing off my body and boys… oh and especially sex!” she finished, biting a plump lip and remembering the man in the video.<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Finishing School (Crow and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 02:13:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Candy finished, the men laughed and applauded.<br><br>Martin stepped up behind her, sliding an arm around her waist, kissing her on the neck. "Good girl, Candy," he murmured into her ear. <br><br>Taking the microphone, he smiled and said "There you have it, gentlemen. Stop the clock. It took forty-three minutes for the serum and our 'finishing school' to turn Charles into Candy, body and mind. A PhD student into a slutty little bimbo. I think you'll agree it's an improvement." <br><br>"And consider how quickly a less radical change would be possible. Making yourselves younger, fitter and better-looking... making a rival trust you..." <br><br>He looked to Candy and smiled. "It took less than an hour to turn a man who hated me into a <em>girl</em> who <em>loves</em> me. And she <em>likes</em> it." <br><br>His strong hand slid down to caress her ass. "Don't you, baby?"
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