Shemale Sex Slave

Published on Apr 3, 2004

Transgender

Shemale Sex Slave 2

Shemale Sex Slave =================

Part two

By JP

Thanks for the feedback from the first story, hope you enjoy the second


A few hours later I was sitting on a large double bed in what it appeared was to be "my" room. Every wall was mirrored, and the ceiling, and there was only sparse furniture; besides the bed, one wardrobe and a bedside table - like a cheap hotel room.

The painkillers had still been working their magic when I had woken earlier, but now my whole body was aching like nothing I had ever felt before, and in places I never had before. . . A quick check in the shower had confirmed my fears - Gricus had ordered some pretty major changes to me. I can't believe I was so calm about it, maybe they were giving me drugs for that too.

I had been led out of the makeshift ward into what I assumed must have been the rest of Mr Gricus's house. Although the nurse had given me a small hand towel to clean myself, it was impossible to get all the cum out of my hair and I couldn't wait to get washed. No clothes were forthcoming and I was virtually paraded through the whole house naked, trying my best to cover my chest and crotch with my hands. Eventually I was ushered down a glass corridor out to a small outer house which appeared far larger from the outside than the bedroom and en-suite in contained, or at least, that I had access to. Finally I was left alone, and seeing fresh towels laid out (but still no clothes) I gratefully went for a shower - in the also completely mirrored bathroom.

The only advantage of the mirroring was that I was able to fully grasp what had changed. From the top down, nearly everything had been altered. My hair was long, dirty blonde - a quick check confirmed it was attached, either by excellent extensions or I'd been asleep a long time! My eyebrows were plucked and shaped, lips slightly fuller. I wasn't certain if my nose or cheeks had been touched or if the other changes simply made them look more female, but either way, the result was very attractive, very seductive - I almost forgot it was me. . .

My shoulders had been altered too, I have no idea how, but they were rounder, less square. And obviously. . . I now had a sizable chest. There were no obvious scars - heaven knows how they did it, but I estimated I must have at least a DD cup now. Holding each, I gently caressed them, amazed at how lifelike they felt - and they acted as such, the nipples hardening to my touch. They looked and felt completely natural, and supported themselves perfectly above my smooth stomach.

But stimulating my chest and admiring my figure had one obvious effect that instantly told me I wasn't just a girl now. My cock pointed back at me in the mirror, hard and firm as ever. For a small guy I was quite proud of it, and pleased to see it hadn't lost any of it's girth or length, around 8 inches. It just looked so out of place on an otherwise very feminine body. Briefly I stroked myself, gripping with my right hand while caressing my breast with my left. It just felt too strange, and I stopped, but wasn't convinced I wouldn't continue later - my entire top half was like having a top model naked at your disposal to play with, and my mind was still that of a man.

I noticed also that I had hips. . . a definite curve. A small pert bum, narrow waist and hips. I pressed around to try to find out how they'd altered my pelvic structure, but the painkillers were being to wear off at this point and I screamed in agony of the still tender areas. So they had operated on those then. . .

And right between my legs was another major addition. . .a vagina. My balls were still there, but starting just where the sack met my crotch was an opening. Crouching down over the mirrored floor, I examined it. It was incredibly realistic, lips and all. And, oh my god. . .the clitoris worked. My cock pulsed as I figured it - a little uncomfortable and dry but still amazing. I didn't really care how they had done that, it was fantastic. . . Again, it was a serious effort to stop myself. . . and I think I could have explored it for hours if the need to use the toilet and shower hadn't been so great.

My legs were smooth, in fact, my whole body was almost devoid of hair, aside from a small mound above my cock. My leg muscles were firm, but smaller, more like those of a female athlete. I have always had small feet, so they didn't look too out of place. Examination over, I decided I had to use the toilet before having my shower, however dirty I felt.

What happened next was one of the strangest experiences I've ever had, even to date. I could choose whether to piss with my cock or cunt - that think really WAS realistic. . .

In the shower I washed my hair first. I'm not used to washing long hair, and it took a bit of remembering but I must admit I got carried away in the end. Fingering my pussy with damp fingers and teasing my breasts simply drove me wild, and without a shower curtain I could watch myself like some wonderful virtual reality porno. Just by teasing my clit and breasts, I made my cock twitch, and staring at this gorgeous blonde in the shower, firm breasts cupped in her hand, fingers in her own pussy, I came over the mirrored wall of the shower.

*****

Sitting on the bed later, I was dried and clothed - if you can call it that. I had found a hairdryer in my room, and without much effort my hair styled itself smooth round my shoulders. A glass of water and three pills had been laid out on the bedside table with a note - "More painkiller, you'll need them". I took them, trustingly, and waiting for the pain in my hips, ass. . .all over. . . to stop whilst putting on the clothes laid out on the bed.

When you're naked, anything is better than nothing, but given the choice I wouldn't have picked a Basque, suspender belt and stockings. At least I was in no doubt as to my role. . .

As the pain subsided, I lay back on the bed and gradually drifted off to sleep. I remember some vague dreams, probably drug induced, about being gang banged. Men in front of me, men behind me, men above me, men below me. . . mouth, ass and cunt all being fucked. . . blast after blast of cum in my face, ass, cunt, mouth. . .

*****

I almost always sleep on my front, just something I do, but when I woke I was on my back. I tried to turn over and go back to sleep but, yet again. . . I was tied down. I was still in my bedroom, but the purpose of the hoops in the corners of the bed I had ignored earlier was now obvious. At the bottom of the bed, admiring my figure, was that crook Carl Grigus.

"Morning Jennifer"

"Morning. . ." I replied.

I hadn't noticed it before, but my voice had changed too. . .

"Enjoy your shower?"

"It was o.k. . . ."

Grigus laughed - he always laughed. "You gave us quite a show! A few of the boys shot their loads too!" I stared back, open mouthed "Oh come on, Prentice! How thick are you? First you bet your body on a hand of cards then you don't realize you're surrounded by two way mirrors?"

Oh. . .it was so obvious. . .

"Oh yes. . .both sides got covered in cum though!"

I wasn't really in the mood for this. . .although again I was aware of the hardness of my cock. It was a strange sensation. . .

"Now, down to business. I'm going to fuck you first, then you're fair game. I like my whore's tied up (it's a little rape fantasy) and I like them to swallow, you get that?"

Without waiting for any reply, he climbed on the bed and knelt astride my neck. Unzipping his trousers, his flaccid cock fell out just above my face. I tried to turn away from it, but it was almost impossible to avoid.

"Right", he started, "you can fight it, but it'll only turn me on more. . ."

Grasping my head, he pulled me up until my lips touched his penis. My god, I'd made my wife suck me off countless times and never realized how disgusting it looked or felt. But somehow I couldn't resist opening my mouth. . . letting the uncut smooth skin rest on my bottom lip. My tongue eased out, tasting the tip.

"That's my whore. . . Ain't just painkillers you popped you know. . .got to keep your sex drive up"

My sexual desire was going through the roof. This man was ugly, fat, obnoxious and part of me wanted to throw up at having his dick anywhere near my mouth. But another part wanted to suck him so hard he came there and then.

He pulled my head up further, his cockhead was inside my mouth now and I closed my lips around it. He moaned as I slowly began to suck. . . swirling my tongue around. As his cock hardened it filled my mouth more and more, and he rocked my head faster and faster. The pleasure in me grew too. . . every moan he made made me want to give him more. . . every twitch of his cock made me suck that bit faster and deeper. My body was tensing as he fucked my face. . . deeper, longer. . . ramming in and out past my lips. . . the precum like honey. . . I wanted more. . . mmmmmmm. . . . I never knew blowjobs were so much fun to give. . . HHHmmmmm. . . fuck my face. . .

But then he withdrew, and I groaned with disappointment. Carl smiled, and then climbed on top of me - my cunt accepting his engorged cock easily. The pleasure became almost unbearable. . . my pussy was stretched and stimulated by his fucking and my cock was being rubbed between us. It was better than any sex I had ever had, and so filling. . . feeling a cock inside me, a totally new sensation and so amazing. Knowing I was giving him so much pleasure too. Each thrust I thought I would cum, but each time I held off just a second more. . . My breasts were squeezed between us, and he grasped at them - massaging them, teasing the nipples. His thrusts were fast and powerful, fucking me hard. . .

Again he moved, climbing back up to face.

"Open wide!" he commanded, and eagerly and willingly I did. Tongue out, ready to receive.

The first shot went straight to the back of my throat, the second between my eyes. Then his cock was forced into my mouth again and I sucked as further spasms came. I cleaned all the cum from his full cock, sucking every last drop and savouring the taste, which in my heightened state was like the sweetest nectar. His still hard cock remained in my mouth until I had licked it all many times over, making sure I had all the cum from his balls in my mouth. . . I only swallowed when told to. . . allowed to.

I still hadn't cum and longed to, but there was no way I could touch myself.

"Please. . .finish me. . ." I pleaded.

"No. . . not yet, final process in making you my whore. .. "

As his cock softened, he stood up on the bed, standing above my hips.

"Now you're my whore. . ." I heard, as the stream of hot piss hit my chest, before being directed over my helpless body and face.

Gricus had broken me in. . . now I was anyone's.


I hope you've enjoyed this story. If you have any feedback/suggestions please contact me at jagerang_1978@yahoo.co.uk[jagerang(underscore)1978]

If you fancy some cyber fun as a shemale whore or master, let me know ;) JP copyright 2004.


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