His shock, or more accurately hers, was quickly eclipsed by other feelings. It wasn't just her body that had been transformed. Her mind had been changed as well. Addicock's panicked self-exploration had, at first, produced alarm and confusion. But those understandable feelings soon gave way to a deep and quickly accelerating need for sexual release. An unfamiliar warm, wetness began to build between her legs and her nipples grew stiff and incredibly sensitive. Almost as if by instinct, Addicock began to draw slow circles around her clit with one hand while she pulled and pinched her nipples with the other. It all felt so strange and, at the same time, so good. Addicock let out a low groan, as her fingers picked up speed and the slippery slickness between her legs increased. As unfamiliar as the sensations were, they were nothing compared to her thoughts. Addicock's fantasies had always been about power and control. Now she imagined herself on her knees before a viral young man, stroking his hard cock with one hand while she bent forward to take his manhood into her mouth. She suckled on a finger as she stroked her pussy, imagining the moment when her lover's cock would grow harder still and explode in her mouth, flooding it with cum. Then the scene shifted and she pictured a man between her legs and a hard cock pushing into her wet, virgin pussy. She spread her legs wide in invitation and submission, as first one and then two fingers plunged in and out of her slit. She could almost feel her lover's thrusts growing more urgent, spurred on by her groans and gasps as her own climax neared.
Addicock had almost reached her goal, when her erotic imaginings were interrupted by a quiet cough. Startled, she looked up and saw a young woman at the foot of her bed.. She felt her face flush and turn red with mortification. But despite her surprise and embarrassment, she did not pull the sheet up to cover herself. In fact, she did not even remove her hand from between her legs. It was as if her body had a mind of its own. To Addicock's shock and dismay, her unexpected audience only increased her arousal, and she soon felt compelled to resume her attentions to her pussy. As she began to stroke herself, lifting her hips to meet her searching fingers, she knew she was no longer in control. Her need for release and the excitement of being watched were more powerful than any rational thought. She wanted to perform for the maid, to have her watch as she came for the first time as a woman, imagining a man's cock in her warm, slippery cunt, urging him to cum inside of her.
Addicock's groans and sighs grew louder, as the room dissolved and she lost herself in her mastabatory fantasy. "Oh God!.. fuck me!, she cried, "That's it, yes, yes, ummm, oh God! Cum for me... cum in my pussy... I need you to fuck me, oh fuck... fuck me harder, harder, I need to cum so bad... oh, oh, that's it, that's it!" Her whole body spasmed as her orgasm crashed over her in waves of pleasure that were unlike anything she had ever known.
As her climax subsided, the reality of her situation came rushing back. She was suddenly aware of her nakedness, of the lewd spectacle she presented, her tits flushed with excitement, and her legs spread wide, thighs wet with her own juices. In her shame, she snatched at the sheets to cover herself, but the maid shook her head. "I'm here to get you dressed," she explained, handing Addicock a plain white shift. "You have an audience with the Queen."
Eager to cover herself, Addicock jumped out of bed and quickly pulled the shift over her head. However, any relief she felt at being clothed was momentary. Once on, it was clear that the shift would do nothing to hide her body. If anything, it made her feel more exposed. The shift was all but transparent, and it clung to her breasts, hips, and ass, leaving nothing to the imagination. What was worse, the feel of it on her skin sparked renewed arousal. The thin fabric seemed to caress her tits and she could feel her nipples harden in response. It was bad enough that anyone looking at her could see that she was naked underneath the shift. Now they could see her obscene excitement as well.
As the maid walked her down the hall to the throne room, Addicock's embarrassment and arousal grew. The shift sent shivers of pleasure through her body with every step. Before they were even halfway there, her pussy was soaked and she was sure the scent of her arousal was obvious to everyone. But that wasn't the only thing driving her hunger and her shame. She knew she would be displayed before the court and part of her was horrified. At the same time, she knew her body would give her no choice but to comply with its wishes. It would force her to give in to her overwhelming sexual need, spurred on by the certain knowledge that watching eyes would only heighten the intensity of her pleasure.
When they finally arrived, the Queen was on her throne and her courtiers were gathered around her. The maid led Addicock to the center of the room, asked her to wait there, and then approached the Queen and whispered something in her ear. The Queen responded with a knowing grin.
"It seems you've had an eventful morning," the Queen said with a merry laugh. "Why don't you tell us what you were doing when my maid came to fetch you?"
Addicock's eyes widened in shock. How could the Queen ask her to describe such shameful things? She was determined to keep her mouth tightly shut, but her new body and mind had other ideas. Against her will, she began to speak in blunt and vulgar terms about the morning's activities. Incredibly, her shameful confessions seemed only to increase her sexual heat.
"I was playing with my pussy and pulling at my nipples. I was imagining being fucked by a man for the first time and was very close to cuming."
"How unlike you!," exclaimed the Queen in mock surprise. "What did you do next? Did you apologize for your lewd behavior? Did you cover yourself? Did you hide your face in shame?"
"No. I did none of those things. I kept pleasuring my pussy, thrusting my fingers in and out of my wet slit, imagining my lover getting closer and closer to exploding inside me. I urged him to fuck me harder, to fill me with his cum. The maid's presence was incredibly exciting. I wanted her to see me lose control, to see me cum hard on my fingers with her watching."
"Astonishing!," said the Queen. "Your language is very vivid Mr. Addicock." The Queen paused. "No, that's not right. Not mister. And not Addicock either. Hmmm. Let's give you a new name. What shall it be? I know! You were Christopher in your previous life, so now you are Kitty! That's perfect. No last name. Just Kitty! Whenever you hear your name, you'll think of your pussy, and when you think of your pussy, you'll want to play. Even now, you're starting to feel your inner slut coming out. You're starting to feel the need to touch yourself in the most shameful ways. Isn't that right Kitty?"
Kitty, flushed with embarrassment, had no choice but to tell the truth. "Yes," she said in a quiet whisper. The whole situation was beyond her comprehension or control. The more she resisted, the more aroused she became. The hornier she got, the harder it was to see the point in resistance.
"Now as I was saying Kitty," the Queen continued, "when you described your morning, I could almost see you slipping your fingers into your cunt, grinding the heel of your palm into your clit as you moaned with pleasure. Very vivid, as I said. But I think I would like to see it with my own eyes so I can get the full picture. In any case, you look like you could use some relief. I'm sure you're soaked and everyone can see that your nipples are as hard as diamonds. Why don't you play with yourself for us Kitty? I know you'll enjoy it, and I'm sure we would all like to see what you look like when you cum."
The last remnants of Christoper Addicock started to object. "I can't do that! That's shameful, obscene...." But her words trailed off as her new persona took control. Even as she raised her voice to protest, she was already reaching down with one hand to pull up her shift, while the other went between her legs. When Kitty's fingers brushed against her clit, she knew the battle was lost. She surrendered to her passions, closed her eyes, and sighed with contentment as her fingers slid into her warm wet folds. She began to stroke herself, her tits raising and falling with the rhythm of her fingers moving in and out of her pussy.
"That's a good girl," said the Queen, "show us what a horny little slut you are, playing with your pussy in front of all these people! Poor dear, you just can't help yourself, can you? Kitty needs what Kitty needs. There's no way around it."
Kitty could do little more than groan with pleasure in reply. She was lost in a world of her own erotic imagination, a place where her needs and desires were all that mattered. The Queen's words, which should have been humiliating, only served to push her past the point of no return. As her climax took hold, her groans turned to sighs and then to shouts, "Oh fuck...oh fuck...yes...yessss...oh God!...I'm cumming...ahhh...ahhh...I'm cumming!!!"
When Kitty announced her orgasm, the court burst into a round of applause. "Bravo!," exclaimed the Queen. "You've shown us the effects of three cards at once! And there are three more to go! I can't wait to see you demonstrate those as well! But before we explore further, perhaps you would like a little more of an explanation?"
Exhausted from her exertions, and still reeling from the intensity of her orgasm, Kitty responded with a weary nod of her head.
"Very well," said the Queen. "Since you have been such a good girl and have given us such an exciting exhibition of what a horny slut you are, it's only fair that you know exactly what has happened." Once again, the Queen's words made Kitty blush, but her embarrassment was now mixed with pride. She knew that what she had done was beyond lewd, but a part of her was thrilled that her performance had pleased the Queen.
"To start," the Queen continued, "I was not entirely truthful yesterday when I said I did not know how the cards would affect you. It would have been more accurate to say that I did not know exactly what changes they would bring. I had a pretty good idea even before you drew a card of what you would become. After you went to bed, I discussed your karmic hand with my wisest mages. We were in consensus about the broad outlines of the transformation we expected, but there were some subtle differences in our interpretations. We all agreed that the iris pointed to a change of sex, and that the details of a dew drop and honey bee signaled an eagerness to lose yourself in sexual submission. Likewise, we were unanimous in our opinion that the French doors, with their peeping Tom, indicated a strong desire to watch or be watched, but we disagreed on which one. The maiden and the pussycat divided us as well. Some believed that the card suggested that you would feel a strong desire to pleasure yourself. Others thought you would revel in the sapphic delight of pleasing other women's pussies. Well, we've all seen how much you love an audience and how little it takes to get you to indulge your appetite for masturbation, so I suppose that settles it. Wouldn't you say so, Kitty?"
