The Legion of Virtue’s
Reign of Terror
This story follows “Ms.
Fabulous meets the Legion of Virtue”
Throughout the metro
region, there was a new fashion trend. Women were dressing more conservatively
out of fear of reprisal. Stories of Judith Prim and her band of Comstocks , the
self proclaimed “Legion of Virtue”, were in the headlines daily. The Legion of
Virtue had developed a powerful drug that produced a bizarre transformation
when applied to the female genitalia. Women who were found in violation their
code of conduct risked being banished from their gender. Of course, there were
those who brazenly defied the Legion’s new dress code. They were not going to
let a dozen prudish women tell them how to behave....
It was 2 a.m. when
sisters, Nicole and Venice Milton, exited a trendy downtown nightclub. They
sashayed past the group of paparazzi that followed the every move of the
wealthy heirs to the Milton hotel fortune. The doors of Venice’s Italian sports
car folded upward like a pair of insect wings as she slid into the front seat
along side her sibling. Upon starting the engine, a CD that had been inserted
to the car’s sound system began to play its recorded message. The voice was
Judith Prim’s. “Good evening girls or should I say good morning? A word of
advice to you both... It’s always a good idea to wear undergarments. You never
know what might blow up your skirt.”
Venice and Nicole looked
down between their legs. A bluish gas was spraying from underneath the front
panel of the car. The sisters rarely wore panties. As the vapors drifted
underneath their miniskirts, they felt a tingling sensation along their inner
thighs. The two were speechless. They knew what was about to happen. They had
seen the photos of Ms. Fabulous with her monstrous new appendage. The drug
acted in several stages. First, they felt their clitorises harden. Nicole
pulled back her skirt and saw her enlongated clit poking out from underneath
its hood. Soon, the girls were writhing in their leather seats as a pair of
stiff cocks made their appearance from underneath their skirts. Venice looked
out her window in an appeal for help. The paparazzi had swarmed the car. Flash
bulbs were going off all around them documenting every step of their
humiliation. The heads of their cocks strained to reach their mouths as the
shafts grew longer and longer. Inside their wombs, their ovaries were
transforming into a pair of cum-filled testicles.
Soon the heads of their
newly formed cocks had reached their lips. The erotic drug had reached its
peak. Venice looked over at her sister then leaned forward and caressed her
dick. She looked down and saw a lipstick ring on her cock head. A minute later,
the girls had their mouths plugged as they felt the rush of cum traveling up
their dick shafts. It was dinnertime for the sex-crazed girls. SPLORT!!!!
SPLORT!!! Venice and Nicole both received a mouthful of spooge. Their dicks
retracted and gave them both a generous facial. The exhausted pair watched in a
daze as their mutant cocks, turned cum fountains, jetted cum across the
windshield and interior of the car. The photographers backed away as they
stumbled out of the car with their giant cocks still pointing to the clouds.
Suddenly Venice clutched her abdomen and let out a grunt. Ugghh!!!!!
The drug's final stage
was about to unfold and their transformation would be complete and
irreversible. SPLUB!!!! Venice looked down. Her short skirt could not hide the
wrinkly scrotum that had pushed out in place of her pussy. It dangled between
her long, slender legs. Venice let out another grunt followed by a whimper as a
large pair of testicles squeezed out of her and fell into their new home. She
looked over at Nicole who was walking around bow legged with a large nut sack
swinging between her legs. “We’re ruined!”, she cried.
The next day, above a
photo showing the disgraced debutantes performing fellatio on themselves, the
tabloids ran the headline, “Venice and Nicole: The latest to contract
Soon, every superheroine
in the city had the apprehension of Judith Prim at the top of their list. Yet,
they knew the high price of failure. Ms. Fabulous had once possessed “The Omni
Ring”, the ultimate crime-fighting weapon. The Legion had stripped her of her
powers and dignity. The internet was now filled with videos of the beautiful
superheroine turned circus freak.
It only took a few days
before the Legion struck again.
As her eyes fluttered
open, Cindy, an eighteen year old cheerleader at Metro High, became aware of
her surroundings. Her entire cheerleading team had won the city championship.
Now, they were all lying on their backs on a long conveyor belt with their arms
and legs strapped down.
A woman in Victorian
dress stepped into the light of the abandoned factory. “Hello girls.
Congratulations on your win. However, I think your time and energy are better
spent on your studies. Your so-called cheerleading is little more than a
primitive mating dance.”
The girls struggled with
their bonds as she continued. “I understand it’s hard for girls these days. TV
and music are saturated with sexual imagery. It’s hard to focus on what’s
important. That’s why I’m going to give you a little help. That‘s where the
machine at the end of this conveyor belt comes in handy. When you enter it,
three things are going to happen. First, your panties will be removed. Don’t
worry. You’ll be issued a new pair. Next, any excess hair around your labia
will be removed. Finally, the source of your sexual frustration will be
painlessly eliminated. A surgical laser will focus a concentrated beam at your
clitoris. It will deaden all the nerve endings in that troublesome little spot.
Judith smiled, “We have
to hurry. We have several more busloads of girls to help.” She pulled the lever
and the conveyor belt jostled forward. Cindy listened as her girlfriends began
to scream and cry as they were drawn into the machine one at a time. Finally,
it was her turn. A panel opened in front of her and she disappeared inside the
circumcision machine. Robotic arms gently lifted her pleated skirt and snipped
the sides of her panties. They were quickly removed exposing the teen’s tiny
vagina. The arms spread her legs as a nozzle-tipped arm positioned itself in front
of her vulva. It let out a burst of hair removal spray. The converyor delivered
Cindy to the next station where a metallic arm swept a wet, soapy sponge along
her pubic region. It left a glistening bald pussy. Cindy was now prepared for
circumcision. The trembling girl could only watch as a compact laser lowered
from the ceiling. A pair of soft pinchers gently spread the folds of her flower
exposing her clitoris. Immediately, a red dot was focused on it. Cindy felt her
clit getting warm followed by a numbing sensation as the laser cooked its nerve
endings. In a matter of minutes, its job was finished and the pinchers let go.
When Cindy emerged from
the machine, Judith was standing next to the conveyor belt with a smirk on her
face. “That wasn’t so bad now was it?” Cindy screamed, “You frigid witch! What
have you done to me?!”.
Ms. Prim was unfazed,
“Sure you'll soon lose all interest in boys, but you’ll thank me when you see
the improvement in your math and science scores!” Sleeping gas sprayed down on
the girls. They awoke on their bus in the school parking lot. The girl pulled
their panties down and examined their sore pussies as they discussed the
strange fate that had befallen them. As predicted, there was a marked
improvement in the girl’s college entrance exam scores over last year.
A week later...
Dina Evans, a tall,
voluptuous brunette, returned from the ladies room of an upscale French
restaurant. Her date was an attractive and charming city attorney yet she had
her mind on other matters. This was nothing new. Men, these days, just didn’t
interest her. They lacked the one thing she admired most.... ambition. The
handsome gentlemen sitting across from her had just revealed that he was a
graduate of a state college. Dina Evans was a woman who set the highest goals
and always achieved them. How could she expect any less from a mate? The date
ended early that night.
Dina was an Ivy League
graduate who had become a millionaire at 25 by started her own computer
consulting firm. She also was a black belt in three martial arts. When the sun
dipped below the horizon, she became the city’s main protector, the female
crime fighter also known as “Night Owl”.
At midnight, she felt at
home in her purple two-piece spandex uniform and cape. She had analyzed the
city’s power consumption logs. They had given a clue to the location of the
Legion’s secret lair. “An abandoned factory on the edge of town seems like an
ideal location for villainy.”, she thought to herself.
Her exhilaration gave way
to disappointment as she stood in the middle of the darkened building. It was
completely empty. “I should have known better.”, Dina thought. “Ms. Prim’s too
sly to stay in the same location.”
As she turned to leave,
her foot triggered the trap that had been left for her. A trapdoor opened
beneath her and her bottom landed on a metal slide that delivered her to the
hidden basement below. She fell onto the same conveyor belt that had ensnared
Ms. Fabulous. Clamps sprang into place preventing any escape. A voice came over
a speaker. “Welcome Night Owl to the end of your career! I’ve been expecting
you. It’s time to remove that atrocious uniform of yours. Then you’ll share the
fate of Ms. Fabulous. I hope you enjoy the last few moments of your womanhood.
ha ha ha!”
“No!!!!“, Dina yelled.
With that, the conveyor belt delivered its helpless cargo into the stripping
machine. Dina knew she had to act quickly before her identity was exposed. She
had to reach her utility belt. It contained a miniature blowtorch. Her fingers
were inches way when robotic arms undid her belt’s clasp and yanked it off of
her. Her last hope disappeared out of sight. “This can’t be happening!”, she
thought. “I can’t lose like this!” The
chilling realization that she was going to end up like Ms. Fabulous hit her.
She looked over to see a video camera recording her striptease. The arms
reached down and grabbed ahold of her top. RIP!!!! Her D-size breasts spilled
out as it was teared off of her. Immediately, the arms were back again. This
time they were going for her purple bikini bottoms. They were pulled down her
legs and off her ankles. Her legs were slowly spread as the camera moved in for
a close-up shot of her furry brown beaver. The haughty heroine had her most
intimate area put on display.
Ms. Prim’s voice came
over the speaker. “My, how quickly the mighty have fallen. Now, it’s time to
reveal your true identity!”
Dina had only one item of
clothing left. As the arms lifted off her mask, she was laid bare for the world
Like many heroines before
her, she exited the stripping machine strapped in a metal chair with her feet
spread in stirrups. The headrest angled her head so she was staring at her
pussy. A spray nozzle was pointing straight at her vagina. Dina’s mind was
racing. “I can’t believe I was so foolish. I walked right into her trap!“
Judith’s mocking voice returned, “Ha ha! Dina Evans. I knew it was you even
before your mask came off. You appear to go through alot of men Dina. Perhaps
you haven’t met the right guy. Let me introduce you to your date for this
evening. I hope he meets your taste.” The nozzle released a blast of gender
Dina watched her life
pass before her eyes. All of her life’s achievements had brought her to this
moment. She was ruined! A cock-shaped
clitoris was emerging from her pubic hair. Dina watched it swell into a thick
boner and flop onto her well-toned stomach. She sneered at it as it grew in
length and girth. It traveled up between her heaving breasts and positioned
itself in front of her full lips. Like the women before her, she was caught up
in a struggle of ying vs. yang. Dina licked her lips and stared at it. She had
finally met her match. Her cock was a part of her and like her, it knew what it
wanted and wasn’t going to take “no” for an answer. Dina was a woman with goals
and her new goal in life was to service her cock.
It was time for her to
submit. Dina opened her mouth and slowly stretched out her tongue like a red
carpet. Her libido was off the charts. The fat head of her dick pushed its way
past her lips. Glub!!! Climax was only
seconds away. She could feel the giant testicles inside of her begging for
release. She could feel the head of her cock swell. It was about to deliver its load. SPLORT!!!!
Dina received her first
taste of semen as a series of endless spasms filled her mouth with cum. She
continued sucking as she watched herself on the video monitor. The camera
zoomed in on her pussy. In a second, it was gone. SPLUB!!!! A hairy nut sack had taken its place. Uugh!
Uuugh!!! With two grunts, a pair of softball-sized gonads dropped into her
scrotum. The Night Owl had sought a confrontation with the Legion of Virtue.
She had never guessed that this would be the outcome. The stunned superheroine
sat helpless in her chair as her dick proceeded to give her a facial.
With a click of a button,
the video of Night Owl's defeat was uploaded to the internet. Judith Prim had
easily defeated the city’s foremost superheroine. Now the question remained....
Who would dare challenge
her now and risk ending up a she-male?