She then placed a ball gag in mouth and fastened it with a leather strap. I was very terrified now. There I was: tied spread-eagled to the bed & gagge.... I couldn't move or yell! I watched as she left the room and soon returned my a black nylon bag. From the bag she pulled out a short leather crop. I thought, "My God, she is going to whip me!" Sure enough, she began caressing my legs, thighs, stomach, and breasts with it. If I could have screamed I certainly would have. She announced, "Are you. I obeyed immediately. He placed some kind of blindfold over my eyes. "Wimp, guide her into the living room."I felt Doug's hand on my arm and allowed him to lead me. I was now terrified. What did the second car mean? As we entered the living room I hear a cat call style whistle. It was not Brandon. Someone else was in the room. "Brandon, you were not lying when you said your new slut was hot as hell. Dressed like that there isn't a black cock on the East Coast that wouldn't want to try some of. I had barely turned the handle and pushed the door open before abooming "Hello!" very nearly ruptured my eardrums. There was a girlcourier of some sort at our doorstep, perhaps around the same age as Iwas biologically in my Buffy body, wearing a brown overcoat and a redbaseball cap, with curly blond hair tucked underneath. She had a smallbutton nose, two bright green eyes and chubby cheeks."So nice to see you!" she yelled at my face in a cheerful and friendlybut inordinately loud voice. "Mike. This new Jane had a different shape, gray eyes and smelt of a perfume. "Oherm, this is what the bottle made me into," she explained as she gazed at mebefore she smirked. "Looks like you're still the Kimmy I know and love,still a sweet blonde, prim and sexy..." Jane just shut the fuck up," I said and walked past her to sit down, shewouldn't stop though, she followed me and sat down next to me holding my arm"I'm sorry for all the nastiness, I really am, It was a horrible experiencefor us, I.