This story is for adults only. It is free from copyright is my original work.
I hate being in pubs alone, but today I needed a cold pint and I needed it fast. As I walked through the door I ordered a cold one and gulped it down in two minutes flat, and then ordered another. A minute later and half way through my beer this amazing looking woman approached me. She defiantly wasn't what I consider to be my type I usually like the girl next door, homely and sweet, but she was tall, jet black hair and tits that stuck out a mile from a hard muscular but feminine body. After that I thought my day was getting better...
The day had started badly, the first thing I heard was the nine o'clock news, and it just got worse. After slapping on whatever clothes were by my bed, I drove across town faster than a five dollar shake, arriving at work just in time to hear the end of lecture about the importance of timekeeping. Needing to be made an example of I was given the dirtiest, smelliest job my arsehole boss could find, So for the next seven hours I piled one load of crap on to another pile of crap. The clock moved so slowly, but when I was finally allowed to leave I headed strait for the car, sat down, dreaming of a cool shower and a fresh set of clothes, turned the key and all I heard was the last gasp of a dead battery. That was it, I headed right for the nearest bar.
She told me her name was Veronica, she didn't ask mine. She told me she was a personal trainer, she didn't ask me what I did. She said she lived around the corner and that she was very attracted to me. Well what's a single guy supposed to do?
The next thing I knew we were bursting through the door of her house, locked in an animal embrace, ripping each others clothes off, I was grabbing her wonderful tits, groping her soft round buttocks and snatching her wet and hairy pussy. All the time she was pulling at my balls, forcing my stiff cock down in a way that was painful but incredibly exciting. As I entered her twat with the biggest erection I have ever had, she began to finger my arsehole. As I pumped her in the missionary position she began to push more of her digits up my ring. I have to say this was the first time anything pink had been up my dirtbox and although it was incredibly painful, the penis that I thought was at its maximum was growing even more, This was the best fuck I had ever had, and I wanted to enjoy it for as long as possible but she had other ideas, she ripped her hand from my bum and began to tug on my nads again, this time far harder than before. With that I just shot my muck in the most intense way I had ever done, I screamed with the pleasure of the juice rushing out of my cock. The sense of relief I had then was the most vivid emotion I have ever had, all the problems I had ever had just evaporated and I just lay next to her for what seemed like hours with a completely clear mind. She got up while I stayed on the floor, after a few minutes she returned with a leather doctors case, and produced some handcuffs. She told me to turnover and lie next to the fireplace, I looked around, caught a glimpse of her amazing body and with my mammoth stiffy returning crawled over to where she had ordered me. She snapped the handcuffs around one of my wrists, then round the hearth then round my other wrist, they were so tight I could feel the bloodflow being cut off to my hands, but I could also feel a slimy liquid being spread all over my anus. I turned my head and saw her kneeling above me naked apart from a gigantic strap-on cock. Then I felt it push in like a huge satisfying shit, she began to thrust, almost pulling the plastic out of me and then strongly pushing back in, my hard cock was rubbing against the carpet and as she continued I could feel not only my red ring but also friction burns on the end of my dick. She began to pull at my sack, this time harder than ever, and now for the first time in the whole experience the pain started to exceed the pleasure, she must have sensed this as she eased off a little. I heard the jangling of metal, but I was growing close to another orgasm and ignored it. I felt myself grow closer and closer to coming again and I began to move faster forcing her on, I was just about to burst forward with my spunk when I felt the sharpest pang of agony that I ever had or ever will. It lasted just a fraction of a second before I passed out.
I awoke, I looked around, my surroundings were completely unfamiliar, the first thing to give me the slightest clue where I was, was the smell. Antiseptic, puke, piss and shit, it was a hospital. I felt different in someway but I couldn't but my finger on how, then I remembered the pain, I thought that I must have had a heart attack. Then the door opened and Veronica walked in, she looked exactly the same apart from her white coat and I was still attracted to her but something was different. She didn't say anything just came over to the bed and lifted the sheet and had a look.
"I've cut your testicles off,"
She'd what, at first it didn't sink in,
"You've been under sedation for two weeks, and I've given you large quantities of estrogens. I admit the haven't had much time to work, but when I do the vagaplasty this afternoon, I'll do a breast augmentation, the rest will have to sort itself out over time."
I felt a prick in the arm, I became groggy again, I felt my clothes being stripped off me and then I fell asleep.
When I awoke again, I could feel the weight of a pair of tits on me, I reached down and felt only a mound and slit where my dick and balls had been. What the fucking hell had happened to me? Why had that bitch done this to me?
Before I had finished my thoughts Veronica walked in, naked apart from the strap on she had used on me before, god it still my dry shit caked on it. I asked what the hell she thought she was doing, she told me to shut-up, she got out a tube of lube and began to greased up the plastic dick. She ripped off the bed clothes, opened my legs and forced the dildo up my newly made pussy. The pain was stinging, I found I could close up the cunt but that only made it hurt more. I began to relax and as I did I felt the first delicate feelings of feminine pleasure, in fact maybe this wasn't as bad as I feared. Veronica seemed to sense my change of attitude, she became more tender and began to kiss me as a lover might. What had started out as a rape by an evil and twisted woman had become an expression of lesbian affection. I still was no where near able to comprehend what had happened to me but it was not as bad as I first feared.
Veronica left.
I waited for some hours, but no one came in.
I was naked and still in some pain, but I got out of the bed and looked around the room. On the desk was a handbag, in it I wound a purse with a lot of cash in it, credit cards, a driving licence, keys to a new MG, and flat with a Chelsea address attached. Next to the bag was a silver necklace. I looked in the wardrobe and found some white cotton briefs, a bra, a silk summer dress and black heeled shoes. There was nothing for it, I dressed, walked through the deserted corridors and out in to the street outside, and starit in to the pub...
The End.