Thank you for your support over the previous three chapters, your emails and comments are very important to me, and sorry that I have made you wait so long for the next instalment. To make up for it, this is certainly a bumper issue. We are still in Incest/Taboo because that is the crux of the story, we are just not quite there yet. Enjoy!
*****
Zoe
I heard the door slam shut, meaning Dylan had taken off with Mollie. It only took me ten minutes to get ready, rather than my customary hour. I opted for a white V-neck and skinny jeans, although they were slightly less tight than I was used to despite their name. Following Dylan's advice, I had put on underwear that was slightly too small. This, as he had said, acted like a push up bra and didn't hide his package whatsoever. I mean my package; I guess I would have to get used to saying that now, though I was not sure that I would have cause to make use of that particular phrase all that often. You could make out the outline of my cock and balls, as well as tell that I was uncircumcised, if you get what I mean.
Less than a minute later the door bell sounded once more. I raced down the stairs, forgetting my new body's dimensions and tripped on the final step. Standing up unhurt, I brushed myself off and opened the front door. Behind it was one of the most sought after girls at school, Emma Charles. She was wearing a trench coat, the kind you once only saw in old spy movies but had recently become stylish again, and what appeared to be Christian Louboutin high heels. I recognised the coat as Burberry and that coupled with the heels must have cost a small fortune, but her family were even richer than ours was so I decided she could stretch to it. To add to the extravagance, she also had a large Mulberry handbag swinging from her arm which was similar to the one I currently had my eye on.
"Hey Emma," I greeted, trying to sound as much like Dylan as I could. Of course, having his voice would help matters.
"Shut the fuck up!" she commanded.
"What?" I spluttered in shock, causing my voice to crack slightly.
"I said, shut the fuck up!" repeating herself, as she dipped as hand into her handbag and pulled something out. She pointed it at me. It took me a few seconds to register what it was.
"Holy shit, is that a gun?" I said with a squeal, completely losing whatever masculinity I was previously managing to pull off. "I'm sure I told you to shut the fuck up?"
"Sorry, sorry...yes you did...you said to...sorry."
"Take me to your bedroom," she ordered, stepping into the house, the gun still trained on my chest. I turned and led the way upstairs, not saying another word. I had never been more petrified in my life. Without thinking I almost led her into my old room instead of Dylan's, but I caught myself at the last moment. We reached the door to Dylan's room and I opened it.
"Sit on the bed," Emma instructed. I did as she said, and once again she pulled something from her bag. Handcuffs. She attached one cuff to my arm, and told me to put the other one around a railing on Dylan's bed's headboard. I needed a way out, but her gun was still trained on me. When I was younger I had taken some self-defence classes, but they wouldn't be much use against a gun
"What the hell are you doing? Cuff yourself to your bed or I will fucking kill you!" she screamed. Quickly, I did as I was told. I was trapped. This girl was insane. She got more restraints out of her bag, and did the same with my other hand so my arms were stretched as far apart as they could be. My muscles were being overstretched; why the hell did Dylan have such a large bed?
"You're a complete psychopath!" I spat in a foolish surge of courage, that did nothing but earn me a slap.
"No, I'm a Dominatrix. There is a difference, however slight it may be," she reasoned. I knew she had a reputation for being all powerful and putting on a show when fucking a guy from school, but this was something else. "And I heard you were a little hard to handle."
"I thought you came to fuck Dylan, I mean me?"
"I have," she agreed, despite shooting me a quizzical look for my misstep. "But you must earn it first."
She stepped back so I could see her, but I still had to strain to sit up. Emma undid her coat, and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing one of the sexiest outfits I had ever seen in real life. It was one of those black latex catsuits that are a regular feature in porn, and covered her from below her neck to her ankles. There were several zips, one that ran vertically down her torso, a horizontal one over her boobs, and one that ran from above her clit to just above her ass. I felt my cock harden in my jeans as I looked at her, and having studied her for some time, to say that what she was wearing was sexy was an understatement. The tightness of the outfit made it the next closest thing to seeing her naked, something I wanted very much. Her blonde locks were pulled back into a tight, sleek ponytail. Meanwhile her tits looked as if they were uncomfortable in the suit because they were so big, around a DD, and the outfit was so tight. She turned around and bent over at the waist to get something from her bag, giving me one of the sexiest views of an ass I had ever seen. It was massive, and perfectly rounded, encased by the tight material as was the rest of her incredibly curvy yet slim body. I had slept with dozens of girls, and seen many more naked, but even clothed Emma was probably the hottest I had even encountered when based solely on looks; from the way she dressed, to the way she carried herself. She exuded sex appeal. No wonder she was so sought out. For a moment, I even forgot the dire situation I was in.
That was until I felt my legs being strapped to the foot of the bed. I had to shuffle down, so I was lying completely spread eagled, just to get slightly more comfortable. My erection was getting stronger, beginning to strain painfully against my tight jeans. However, I instantly forgot all about that when the gun came back into view.
"Wh... what are you going to do to me?" I whimpered, any male bravado I had tried to put on before now gone entirely.
The only reply I received was her finger moving to the trigger. This was how I was going to die. Not in my body, but Dylan's. Would he actually be the one to die, and I would just revert to my old body? What reason did she have to kill me, or rather Dylan? Maybe she was one of those freaks who killed people and fucked them. If you kill a man in the right way, it can trigger an erection after death. Not that I needed any help, I was engorged enough already. I closed my eyes, accepting my fate.
Without warning, she squeezed the trigger. A cold liquid dribbled off my forehead and made its way downwards, into my mouth. Thinking this was some kind of afterlife, or that I had somehow survived but had a terrible head wound, I expected to taste blood but instead water trickled into my mouth. I opened my eyes. Emma was on her knees, straddling me.
