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Author's Note: There's an establishment in my town that has
a sign proclaiming "Semi-Live Entertainment" along the
street. Each time I pass I wonder what they mean by semi-
live. Over time my warped mind has conjured up all kinds of
fantasy meanings to this sign. I decided to transform one
of these fantasies into a story. All the usual disclaimers
apply. This is a work of fiction and the people, locations,
and events depicted do not represent actual people, places,
or events. The story can be re-posted as long as it
contains this note, acknowledges the author, and no fees
are collected.
"Semi-Live Entertainment"
By Marti B
It was the sign. I must have passed that dingy little bar a
hundred times. Each time, that innocuous little sign with
those two simple words exerted a magnetic, almost hypnotic
attraction. I joked about the message with anyone who'd
listen but I was like the tabloid. Enquiring minds want to
know.
It was one of those dreary, rainy days that start off bad
and spiral downhill when curiosity cot the better of me. I
had just visited a client who informed me that she was
switching to a competitor because they offered such a good
price. This was the same woman who told me just a week and
a half ago that she valued quality over price and that she
felt that she got her money's worth with me. Right!
I was feeling down. I drove down the street in a deep funk.
It was my curiosity that seized the opportunity and caused
me to pull into the cramped parking lot below the sign. I
certainly don't remember doing it.
I turned the car off and sat for about five minutes staring
at the sign. "Semi-Live Entertainment"; for the life of me
I couldn't figure out what it meant. I looked at the
forbidding black door and almost retreated to the safety of
my imagination. A small voice inside kept telling me to
run. I didn't.
Pulling the collar of my coat against my chin in a vain
attempt to ward off the chill and rain, I dashed across the
thirty feet that separated me from the promise of semi-live
entertainment. The door was heavier than it looked and it
took a concerted effort to gain access to the den of
mystery. In the dim light I could see about forty patrons
clustered in small groups around tables or the bar. Off to
my left, the stage was dark and empty. My curiosity about
the entertainment; semi-live or otherwise would not be
satisfied tonight. I almost left. I should have left. It
really wasn't my type of place. I knew all these things but
ignored them as I boldly set forth into the bar.
I found an empty stool at the bar that was between two
groups. They had clustered their stools so that mine had a
bit of a buffer on either side. The tall, big boned redhead
behind the bar came over and asked what I wanted. I asked
for a glass of merlot. The look on her face said it all. I
wasn't going to get merlot here. I asked for a beer. My
choices were Bud, Bud Lite, or Michelob. With a sigh I
ordered a Bud Lite.
One of the waitresses squeezed into the spot to my right to
pass her drink order to Judy behind the bar. I smiled at
the pretty blonde whose nametag proclaimed her to be
Prudence.
"Hi cutie!" She said accompanied with a dazzling smile.
"You new around here?"
I explained about my curiosity regarding the sign and asked
about the "Semi-Live Entertainment".
"Oh." She said laying her hand across my shoulder and
gently massaging the back of my neck. "You're in luck
because we're going to break in a new act tonight."
As she finished those words I felt a sharp jab at the base
of my neck. It wasn't much more than a pinprick and I
figured that Prudence had poked me with the stone on a
ring. Fear gripped me as a burning pain radiated out from
the injection point. Fire coursed through my blood vessels
and shot up and down my spine. I tried to yell but my words
were trapped in my rapidly constricting throat. I tried to
escape. My mind kept telling my body to run but nothing
happened.
A hand, I think it was Prudence pulled my billfold from my
pants and tossed it on the bar. Judy, who had moved to
stand directly in from of me picked it up and opened to my
driver's license.
"Folks, this is Lynn. She came by here tonight to provide a
little entertainment. As you can all see, she's in the
semi-live state we all know and love. Prudence will get the
lovely little Lynne ready for her show which should start
in about ten minutes."
There was a general murmur of approval from the crowd of
about forty gathered in little clusters around the bar. I
sensed some movement behind me and heard the scrape of
chair legs on the rough floor.
I wanted to flee! My brain told my legs to run! Nothing
happened. My body didn't respond to my mental commands. I
was confused! It must have shown in my face cause the girls
laughed.
"What's the matter? Feet not working?" Judy asked with a
smirk. "Don't worry Lynne, they'll work just fine when
Prudence and the girls get you over to the stage for the
show."
Judy reached across the bar and pinched my cheek. "God,
you're going to be a cutie!"
With a simple nod from Judy, Prudence grabbed my right
elbow and firmly pulled. I felt that I would fall as my
butt slid off the stool. My knees almost buckled as my feet
hit the floor. Amazingly I kept my balance and found myself
following Prudence in a sort of herky-jerky series of
faltering steps. Hands roughly grabbed my butt several time
as we made our way through the crowd that was beginning to
cluster around the stage. Prudence deftly guided me to the
short flight of steps on the right side of the stage where
several other women waited. The girls almost carried me up
the stairs by lifting my individual legs in turn and
placing my feet on the appropriate steps. Progress was
extremely slow and there were numerous catcalls from the
increasingly restless audience.
Once up on stage, I resumed the herky-jerky motion to the
center of the stage. I heard several comments from the
crowd. "She's a cutie! I can't wait to see her with tits! I
claim firsts!"
I didn't have a good feeling about this. Prudence and
another girl raised my arms and fastened them to a bar
suspended from the rafters using straps attached to the
ends of the bar. I heard the whir of an electric motor a
second before my hands were pulled upward. I was stretched
to the limit. My toes just barely touched the surface of
the stage.
Evidently this was a signal of some type because the
generalized, unfocused din of the crowd grew silent. The
distinctive tap-tap of high heels brought a round of
applause. The spotlights shining directly at my face made
it difficult to see but I could make out several people in
the crowd. Each of them was smiling in anticipation.
The glare in my face darkened briefly as a person crossed
in front of me. It was tough to tell, but I thought it was
Judy. I sensed the presence of two additional people
flanking me. I turned my head to confirm the fact that two
women were standing next to me.
"Welcome to the Beacon and another night of semi-live
entertainment!" Judy began. She waited for the applause to
subside before continuing. "We're fortunate to have a new
performer tonight. Lynne has promised to entertain you like
you've never been entertained before." Again she had to
wait as the applause ran its course. "I know you don't need
to hear me talking so we'll get on with the show. But
first, the girls will help our performer get ready. And
you'll get to watch!"
Judy gave me a big smile as she turned. The applause was
deafening.
"Knock them dead, good looking!"
As Judy walked off the stage the girls went to work. The
girl on my right began at my pant cuff. She used scissors
to cut through my pants in a spiraling pattern that flowed
up my leg. The girl on my left repeated that spiral pattern
up my left arm. She quickly reached my shoulder and
continued the spiral across my back and under my right arm.
She continued up that arm. Meanwhile, the girl working on
my feet reached my crotch. She continued the spiral across
my butt and began working down the left leg. As the girls
reached the cuffs they stood back so the crowd could see my
tattered clothes.
The girls approached me again. This time they worked front
and back, neatly snipping the clothes from my torso. A
quick spin move, a gentle tug and my clothing separated
down the middle. The crowd went wild. They cheered and
yelled. There were several wolf whistles.
I stood there naked. I never prided my self on being
exceptionally large and, right now my meager member was
trying to hide by withdrawing back inside. I thought I was
limp but I actually felt my penis shrink.
Three girls appeared from the sides of the stage. They
danced around me with little flowered bowls and brushes. As
they danced, they used the brushes to paint my body with
some sort of foam. Using short dabs and long bold strokes
they slowly covered everything below my neck. The foam was
perfumed with a sweet fruity fragrance. Prudence joined the
three women dancing around me. She painted my cheeks and
chin with the foam.
As she danced she whispered. "You better cooperate if you
don't want to get hurt. If you try to fight you will get
cut. None of us wants to hurt you."
Get cut? It slowly dawned on me. I was covered in shaving
cream. These girls intended to shave me while I hung here
in front of the crowd. I panicked! I tried to will my body
to move. To run and escape as fast as I could run! My brain
sent all these messages but only got a busy tone back from
the body. Whatever these people had given me still blocked
all messages.
The girls finished lathering me up. Now they were armed
with straight razors that they wielded like swords as they
continued to dance around me. One of the girls spun and
collapsed at my feet. She began to shave the hair growing
on my toes and instep. Two of the girls started on my
armpits. Prudence continued to dance provocatively in front
of me. Her razor sliced through the air in what appeared to
be a random pattern however, the blade always seemed to
just miss my member.
The crowd loved my close calls with emasculation. Cries of
"Cut it off!" made me cringe.
The first girl finished with my feet and began to shave my
lower legs. The girls along side of me moved from my
armpits to my arms. I continued to struggle... at least in
my mind. Suddenly, there was just the slightest twitch. I
could move my toes! I brought all my mental power to bear.
I willed my feet to move. My left foot jerked.
Four razors flashed out immediately as I began to spin. I
was bleeding from my left foot, both breasts, and my
scrotum. I hurt! I also spun helplessly hanging from the
bar.
Prudence held her razor up menacingly in front of my face.
"Didn't I tell you not to fight?" She asked. Prudence
reached out and stopped my spinning. "This time we just
nicked you as a warning. Try that again and I swear I'll
cut off your dick and shove it down your throat. Now, you
wouldn't want to die sucking your own dick, would you?"
The fear in my eyes gave Prudence all the response she
needed. With a simple nod to her partners they began to
shave my body once again. As for me, I tried to stay very
still.
Twenty minutes later the hair was gone and my body had been
rinsed with a floral scented soap. The girls applied a body
lotion with a similar scent. This time my member responded
to the caresses. One of the girls went behind me. I felt a
lubricated finger penetrate my ass. At the same time,
another girl pushed a large cushion out onto the stage. I
stood about 30 inches tall and was shaped in an arch. There
was a single hole located near the top. I felt the tension
on the bar lessen. The girls grabbed the bar and quickly
turned me and pushed me face down on the cushion. A hand
reached under me and guided my penis to the hole in the
cushion. As I entered the hole I felt other hands grab my
member. I was guided into some kind of sheath. A noose was
also placed around my penis and balls. It in turn was
fastened to the underside of the cushion preventing me from
moving.
The girls disconnected the bar from the cable and fastened
it to the bottom of the cushion. My ankles were similarly
fastened to the other end. Only then did I realize that I
was positioned to allow access to my butt.
I heard him approach. The footfalls as he walked across the
stage were heavy and determined. I had no intention of
making this easy. I concentrated on squeezing my sphincter
tight. I felt the head of his cock as is slid between my
cheeks. The mystery man grunted as he felt my resistance.
The pressure increased! I squeezed tighter!
Then it happened. The sheath around my penis began to
pulse. The sudden sensation surprised me just briefly but
that was all it took. I was penetrated! My mind reacted in
shocked horror as my attacker began a rhythmic thrusting.
The pulses of the sheath seemed to match the slap of his
thighs on my cheeks. My body responded to the stimulation.
I was sore but it felt good. I was ashamed to be enjoying
my own rape.
He came! I could feel his semen flooding my cavity. The man
pulled out and slapped my on the ass. Before I knew what
was happening another dick entered my not quite so virgin
ass. I don't know how long my assault went on or how many
men I entertained that night. Somewhere in the process my
mined checked out.
I awoke to the first horizontal rays of sunlight streaming
in through the window. God I was sore. I was again hanging
from the bar on the stage. I was still naked. My butt felt
the effects of the assault. I also dripped. A slow moving,
sticky stream flowed from my ass, down my legs and
collected in an ever-growing lake at my feet.
As I hung there I couldn't help but think of a saying we
had when I was a kid. I was never quite knew the actual
meaning... until this moment. I had been "ridden hard and
put away wet." Despite my soreness the thought made me
laugh.
"Welcome back Lynne. How do you feel? God you've got to be
sore after last night. You serviced at least thirty-five
guys. Maybe forty."
Prudence seemed to have reverted to a much kinder and more
likable person in the light of day.
I tried to ask why but only indistinguishable croaks
emerged from my throat.
"Don't talk Lynne. The drug really dries out your mouth and
throat. Now, I'll take you down and get you cleaned up if
you promise not to try to escape. Do I have your word?"
I nodded. The defiance that caused me to want to fight last
night had been replaced with a dull acceptance of whatever
fate had to offer. Oh, there was a spark of the previous me
lodged way down there somewhere but my spirit had been
crushed during the assault on my body. A heavy sigh escaped
my lips as my mind finally accepted my fate. Did I want to
run? Yes! Did I still have the desire to preserve whatever
dignity I had left? Yes! Did I have the will to achieve
these goals? No! That was my problem. As much as I wanted
to be free; to return to my previous life, I simply lacked
the fortitude to follow through with action. I was beaten.
Prudence lowered the cable on the bar. She stopped when my
hands reached the top of my head and I started to slump.
She gently supported my weight as she unfastened my wrists
and led me toward the back of the stage where a large tub
full of warm soapy water waited.
Prudence explained the Beacon and the concept of semi-live
entertainment to me as she gently bathed my tired, sore
body.
It all started by accident about six years ago. One of the
regulars had asked a young lady to dance. They were
finishing the last slow number of the night and the guy got
a little frisky. He reached out to caress the lady's crotch
and felt a dick. As Prudence heard it he let out a scream
that could be heard three counties away. The young lady
escaped in the confusion but the incident became the talk
of the bar for several nights.
It was during one of these discussions that Judy
volunteered that she could make any guy into a lady with
enough time and the right incentives. The guys couldn't buy
that and offered several wagers. Several of the men
volunteered until Judy stated that, if she did succeed,
they had to remain as feminized sluts for the rest of their
lives. The number of volunteers shrank to zero. Three
nights later a drifter happened to stop by the club. He was
the first successful transformation although it took
several months and a lot of pain to convince him that he
was better off as a girl. Judy collected a sizable pile of
cash that night. She also developed an appetite for
feminization. It took two years to come up with the idea of
semi-live entertainment on the sign. That simple message
had been responsible for the transformation of ten, no;
make it eleven men over the years.
I told Prudence that someone would miss me. She laughed and
told me that ten minutes after I'd been drugged, a man
looking a lot like me had driven my car to the airport and
booked a flight to Salt Lake City. Upon landing the person
methodically cleaned out both my savings and checking
accounts using my ATM card. Police initially listed me as a
missing person but Judy volunteered that I'd been to the
bar. The parking lot surveillance video showed me park,
enter the bar, and then leave about ten minutes later.
Police were able to get a license number from the video and
used that to track my car to the airport. I was not listed
as a runaway and the police were investigating my
background to see if there was any evidence of criminal
behavior.
Prudence finished bathing me and had me stand to dry off.
She dusted my body with perfumed talc and snapped handcuffs
on my wrists. I didn't try to fight any of this. I was
beaten both in body and spirit.
I spent the afternoon backstage with the girls. In addition
to Prudence there was Randi, an auburn haired Amazon who
must have stood six feet tall. She had a rugged beauty that
went well with her large frame. Trudy had red hair cut in a
pixie style. She was petite and well proportioned. Her
smile however was the most distinguishing characteristic.
It was dazzling! Finally there was Natasha; a raven-haired
statuesque goddess who remained withdrawn on the other side
of the room. It was Trudy who told me that each of them had
been captured and transformed at the Beacon. Prudence Randi
and, most recently Vanessa had all undergone the semi-live
ritual. Trudy was transformed the old fashioned way
although no one explained what that meant to me.
They tried different looks on me with wigs and makeup. That
night I was on stage again. This time I sat in front of a
vanity while the girls applied sluttish makeup to my face.
Again I was attached to the fucking cushion and had my
brains fucked out. If the first night had crushed my
spirit; the second night destroyed my soul. I woke the
following morning, hanging from the rafters with the lake
of cum forming at my feet. There was nothing degrading or
funny about my condition. I was beyond humor as a defense.
I was an empty vessel, waiting to be filled.
This process was repeated the next two nights. Prudence
told me that I even gave several guys blowjobs on Thursday
night.
Friday morning I awoke once again hanging from the rafters
with a cum pond forming at my feet. Vanessa, the tall
raven-haired beauty with an exotic look helped me down and
gave me my bath. I was beaten. Fucked into submission. At
this point I really didn't care what happened to me. If I
was destined to be a girl, then so be it.
Vanessa tucked me into bed after my bath. She told me to
rest since tonight was my big night. I slept until Judy's
persistent shaking woke me about four-thirty. Instead of
the vanity table I was strapped to gurney. There were
stirrups attached to each side. My legs were strapped into
the stirrups leaving my crotch open and exposed. At
precisely 8:30 Judy came by.
"Well, Lynne, this is your big night." She said.
"Everything changes after your performance tonight. I just
wanted to come by and wish you luck."
I was confused and still trying to come up with an
appropriate reply when the needle entered my thigh. That
burning sensation spread through my body. Within minutes I
was paralyzed.
At 8:45 Judy went out on stage. She announced that tonight
was my big night and that I'd be taking three weeks off for
a well deserved vacation. Prudence and Trudy wheeled me out
to the center of the stage. They spun the gurney around
several times to the raucous applause of the crowd. Judy
introduced Dr. Feelgood. A pretty brunette lady walked into
my view. She was dressed in a sexy variation of surgical
scrubs. The scrubs were tight and low cut exposing her
ample cleavage for the admiring crowd. Instead of pants,
the lower part of her outfit was a thong.
Prudence pushed a small cart out on the stage. Dr Feelgood
picked up a scalpel from the cart and approached the lower
end of my gurney.
The crowd went wild. The indistinguishable roar soon
organized into a rhythmic chant "Cut them off!" repeated
over and over again. The doctor smiled at me as her hand
with the scalpel approached my crotch.
An icy sensation was the first indication that the scalpel
had reached my scrotum. This icy pinpoint moved from bottom
to top. The icy sensation was followed immediately by the
burning rawness of exposed nerves as my sac opened up. The
pain was intense. I tried to scream but nothing came out
due to the drug. I felt two sharp icy pricks. I could feel
the doctor's gloved hand as she reached in and gently
caressed my testicle before pulling the severed orb away
from my body. She held it aloft to the tumultuous roar of
the crowd. She placed it in a metal basin and turned back
to me. Another icy prick and my other testicle was held
aloft like a trophy. I had been castrated! I think I
fainted at that point because I don't remember the rest of
the operation down there.
I did wake up when the scalpel sliced into my chest. Again
the icy coldness followed by the intense burning. The
doctor opened up my chest and inserted something under my
nipples. She hooked the object to a bag of liquid and
opened up a valve. My chest began to swell as my left
breast gained new proportions. It grew and grew until I
felt that my skin would burst if she tried to sew me shut.
A few voices from the audience called for "Bigger! Bigger!"
I don't think the doctor paid any attention to them. She
seemed to have a pre-determined plan in mind. Finally, she
seemed satisfied. The process was repeated on the right
side. A pinprick in my left arm. I lost consciousness as
the doctor began sewing my chest closed.
I don't know how long I was out. I awoke in a bed with an
IV running into my arm. My chest hurt like hell! Looking
down I could see the twin mounds pushing the covers up.
Natasha opened the door.
"How do you feel?" She asked. She didn't wait for a reply
but continued. "Surgery night is always a shock. I couldn't
bear to be there last night because it brought back too
many memories. Did it hurt?"
I nodded.
"I tried to tell Judy that her drug didn't block out the
pain. She doesn't pay attention. She says that if it really
hurt then the patient would cry out. I think the pain is
part of the transformation process. You know, break our
spirit a little more through the suffering. Anyway, you
rest. You'll be here for the next three days then we'll
move you back to the club. You're on light duty for the
next three weeks then we work out an entertainment
schedule."
She left closing the door quietly behind her. I dozed.
The next three days went by with the monotony of the
hospital schedule. The doctor visited each morning and
afternoon. A nurse came by about every three hours. On the
second day I was allowed to sit as long as I wore my
special bra. On the third day Prudence came to drive me
back to the club.
I never was curious about prison life but I certainly got a
taste of it over the next three weeks. I was allowed to
roam the club, but always under the watchful eye of one of
the girls. The doctor came out during the second week to
check on my progress. It was my first chance to see what
she did to me down there. I was surprised to see my penis
rise from a perfectly smooth crotch. They had removed my
scrotum completely and simply sewed the area closed. I was
concerned that the doctor's touching did not produce an
erection. She must have sensed my concern. She told me that
I could still get an erection but that for the time being I
was receiving a special mix of drugs that prevented any
reaction to ensure that the stitched didn't pull out.
The doctor seemed equally pleased with my breasts. She
proudly informed me that I was a 36D. My breasts were
heavy. Although they didn't seem to have the effect on my
center of balance that was reported in many of the erotic
stories I had read. OK. I'll admit it. I had always been
fascinated by stories of female domination and forced
feminization. I liked to read about other poor schmucks
losing their manhood. I never intended to be the center of
my own story.
During the ensuing months the girls and I grew closer
through our common experiences. We were a team. We worked
hard and played hard. I took my turn waiting tables and
performing on stage. Prudence and I do a little lesbian
love act that drives the crowd wild. Well, it's not really
lesbian since we suck each other's dicks. I never, in my
wildest imagination, though I'd end up here but, it isn't
that bad.
So, if you're ever in town and see the little sign
proclaiming "Semi-Live Entertainment" come on in and look
me up. I'm the platinum blonde with the big hooters. Ask
about the entertainment and maybe, if you're really lucky,
you'll get your chance at stardom... and a whole lot more.
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