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A crossdressing protagonist finally decides to meet a man for a first time sexual encounter. This begins a chain of events that will change his life forever as he is transformed into a living sex doll. WARNING: This story is not for the faint of heart. It depicts acts of unspeakable cruelty and very graphic violence. I do not condone violence of any kind, especially such extreme acts described in this story. The scenes are merely meant to depict bondage in the most severe form possible but the depravity described here can and should only exist in works of pure fiction such as this. 1. First Meeting I have been crossdressing nearly all my entire life. I used to sneak into my sister's closet as a teenager and put on her beautiful prom dresses. This would get me so excited that I would have the most incredible orgasms. As the years passed, I started to dress more and more. I got much better as time went on and by my mid-twenties I was quite passable as a girl because I have always been very slender and never had much body hair. I would take pictures of myself when dressed and post them on the Internet. Tons of men always emailed me asking me out, but mostly asking me for a night of nameless sex. I was always too scared to actually go through with any of that. That all changed one day when I received an email from Jason. When I initially received his email, Jason seemed very sweet and sincere. He was foreign and said he traveled quite often. While he did ask me out next time he was in town, I decided it would be best to get to know him better via email first. So we started exchanging emails on a nearly daily basis. He would describe the different ways he would pleasure me and I would tell him my darkest fantasies. All those years of yearning to be with a man as a woman and not acting on it had taken its toll and now I was a overcharged ball of sexual energy. Jason loved to hear about my fantasies of extreme bondage and kidnapping. I told him every sick fetish I'd ever dreamed about and he would write back describing how he would fulfill those fantasies when we finally met. Eventually I could not control myself any longer and I agreed to meet him. The big night finally came and I could barely contain myself. I took the day off from work and spent the entire day preparing. I showered and shaved off what little hair I had on my body. After drying myself off I put on my corset. I didn't need one with my slight build but I loved the constricting feel of wearing one. Once it was zipped, I cinched it tighter than I ever have before. My waist which is normally about 28 inches was now squeezed to an incredible 20 inches. My chest was so compressed so that I could only take quick short breaths. Next came the thigh-high stockings with garters that attached to the corset. Before slipping on my black silk panties, I placed a generous glob of lubricant on my finger and smeared it all around and inside my tight sphincter. There was no doubt in my mind what this night was going to lead to. I next applied my makeup which was accented by my bright glossy red lips. I put on a white silk blouse, a black vinyl pencil skirt and finished off the ensemble with a pair of 5-inch spike heels. I topped everything off with a pretty shoulder-length brunette wig. I looked at myself in the mirror and was stunned at the beautiful vision before me. My makeup looked perfect and the outfit screamed 'fuck me'. Since I so wanted to have ravaging sex with myself if that were in any way possible I now knew I was ready to meet my dream man. On arrival at the hotel, I didn't expect it to be the most expensive one in town. This was definitely not the typical one night-stand type of establishment. I originally thought I would be able to park my car and slip into his room without anyone noticing. Instead I had to take a ticket from the car valet who then sped off with my car while I had to go through the front lobby. I walked through the huge glass doors and walked as quickly as I could to the elevators. I'm sure I got more than a couple curious looks from people. Although I think I'm fairly passable, I'm sure most people could still tell what I was. Even if they couldn't, my outfit screamed 'streetwalker'. I didn't care though. I was so anxious to finally fulfill my destiny to be a woman being fucked by a hunky man that I would have endured almost any humiliation. When I finally reached his hotel room, I softly knocked on the door and Jason opened the door immediately. He was simply gorgeous and he looked just like in his pictures. He was clean cut with a very athletic build. His jet-black hair complimented his chiseled face perfectly. He had the deepest brown eyes I had ever seen. They were eyes that I would get to know very well in the years to come. Then at about 6 feet 3, he was a good three inches taller than me even in my heels. This was important because it made me feel all the more feminine by comparison. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips that lasted only two seconds but I closed my eyes anyway to lose myself in the moment. Then he took my hand and led me into the room. We sat on the bed for a long while just chatting and sipping champagne. I felt completely at ease with him so I told him about my crossdressing experiences growing up and he told me about himself and the country he came from. It turned out that he was actually a pretty powerful person in his country. Only later would I discover just how powerful he was. When the last of the champagne had disappeared, he leaned towards me and kissed me again only this kiss lasted longer, much longer. With our lips never parting, he gently leaned me back onto the bed while his hands caressed my body. I found my arms developed a mind of their own as I ran my fingers all over his back and pulled him closer to me. Soon his hands slipped beneath my blouse and he quickly lifted it past my head and threw it onto the floor. My skirt was the next to go. All the while I was ripping his clothes off and throwing them aside. Soon he was naked and I lay on the bed in my corset, stockings, and heels. My tiny exposed cockette was still half limp but Jason's was rock hard. His cock must have been at least ten inches long and that made me nervous but he reassured me. He knew I was a virgin so he would be gentle. He also told me that we would not be acting out most of my fetish fantasies tonight since it was my first time. He just wanted to make love to me and there would be plenty of time in the future to do the other stuff I'd dreamed about. Then he stood over me and lifted my legs in the air. Soon my legs were wrapped around his neck and he used his hand to guide his penis to the edge of my anus. He went so slowly as to not hurt me. All the while his eyes never left mine and I realized that I was falling for this man in the worst way. He pushed his hips forward and I could feel the head of his cock pushing against my opening. Naturally it resisted since I'd never had anything put into it but he was eventually able to slip the head in. All the lube I applied earlier helped things along. I gasped as he slowly started pushing his cock into me. He would insert about two inches, then stop and allow my muscles to get used to it, then push in another two inches. I found that if I relaxed my muscles as if I were evacuating my bowels, Jason was able to slip in much easier. I tried to keep this up but occasionally my sphincter instinctively constricted around his penis and he would let out a moan whenever that happened. When I thought there was no more room inside me to fit him, he pushed a little harder and slipped another couple inches in. I was in complete ecstasy. Finally his hips hit the back of my thighs and I knew he was all the way inside. He was well past my colon and must have been hitting my intestines. I'd never had such a sensation before in my life. I felt completely full down there. I felt every inch of his cock against the walls of my colon in places I didn't even know I had feeling. He just left it in there for about 30 seconds, then started to slowly withdraw it. I moaned loudly in my most feminine voice. I didn't want him to exit me and I wanted his cock to live in my ass. As my colon now felt like an empty void, he started to push back into me, this time a little faster. Within a few minutes he was working his cock in and out of me in a steady rhythm. Jason would pull about 7 of his 10 inches out, then ram it back in until his hips slapped the back of my legs. This went on for what must have been 15 minutes. I was moaning and grunting so loudly that I was nearly screaming. He was breathing heavily and sweat was starting to form on his head. Then he thrust his cock hard into me and left it there for a moment as I felt his monster twitch inside me. He leaned forward as he did this so that my legs were up against my chest. I threw my arms up and around his head. Then after two more quick thrusts, he screamed and I felt an entirely new sensation that topped even the last new one I just experienced. I felt his warm cum spread all up into my organs. There was so much that it started to dribble out my ass and run down my butt checks. He gave a few more jerks to make sure every last bit of his cum was squeezed out. This was too much and immediately I came too without touching my cockette once. My cum leaped out of my now erect penis and bounced off his stomach and landed on my chest. Even though Jason was done implanting his seed into me, he kept his still rock hard cock inside me and leant down to kiss me hard on the lips. As he did, I could hear the cum on my chest squish against his chest and I was in heaven. His cock was now starting to diminish but I tried to squeeze tightly onto it as he withdrew. He must have sensed this because he gave a moan of pleasure as I did this. When the head of his penis slipped out of me, it took a good glob of cum with it. This made me very sad for some reason. Then, to my surprise, he took out a tampon from the night table drawer and quickly inserted it into my ass. He wanted me to keep that in for at least a full day so that I could savor his cum and I readily agreed to this. In fact, I abstained from eating for the next couple of days just to avoid having to evacuate my bowels and lose his precious semen. Jason next climbed up onto the bed and positioned himself so that he was straddling my chest. He placed a couple of pillows beneath my head and I knew exactly what he wanted me to do next. His cock was just now mere inches from my hungry lips and I wished I had a chance to apply a fresh coat of lip-gloss on so that I could smear it all over his penis. I started by kissing the tip of it and some of his cum stuck to my lips as he pulled back. Then I sucked the head of his penis into my mouth and sucked hard for a couple of seconds. I started to take more and more of his penis inside my mouth so his cock quickly started to grow again. In no time at all he was standing at full attention again. There was no way I was going to fit his entire 10 inches in, especially since I'd never given a blow job before and I was having to overcome my gag reflex. I was pretty pleased to take in nearly half of his giant penis while I used my hand to rub and stroke the remaining length of his shaft. I continued bobbing my head back and forth and sucking his cock clean so I used my tongue to press up against the underside of his shaft. My tongue massaged the long vein that ran along the bottom of his penis and I really loved the way he tasted. I'd eaten my own cum before but his tasted different. It was sweet and a bit salty and it left the most amazing aftertaste in my mouth. Pretty soon I felt a now familiar twitch and it was as if I'd known his cock all my life. He rocked his hips forward as he shot his cum straight down my throat. I tried to swallow as much as I could but some still managed to find it's way out the sides of my mouth. We were both quite tired at this point so we just lay next to each other and took a short nap. I slept happily knowing the outside of my body was covered in my own cum and the inside of my body was covered in his. When we woke he just looked me directly in the eyes and smiled. "You are everything I expected and exactly what I want," Jason said. "Definitely worth the wait.' I didn't say anything but just smiled back. I could not contain my happiness. "Next time I promise you your darkest fantasy will come true and your life will be forever changed." "I can't wait, my love," I told him. "I will be your willing slave, your object of lust." "You can't even imagine," he said with a sadistic grin. 2. My Darkest Fantasy and Greatest Fear About a month later I agreed to meet Jason again. Ever since our last encounter, he had been telling me how he was going to make my darkest fantasy come true so I wondered with anticipation what he could mean. I had told him so many of my fetishes, I tried to narrow down which one he considered the darkest. When the second big night rolled around, I prepared as I did last time. I put on my familiar corset and stockings but this time I was going to wear a red satin cocktail dress because he told me we were going out to a fancy dinner party. At first I objected fearing being out in public dressed but Jason easily wore me down. I would do anything for him and I felt completely safe as long as I was with him. This time he drove by my place to pick me up. I was no longer afraid to let him know where I lived since we'd already been intimate together. As we drove to the party, I could hardly sit still and was as excited as a giddy little schoolgirl on a first date. Jason told me how pleased he was to hear I actually kept that tampon in for a full three days, and hearing this made me happy. I told him how all of his cum stayed wet inside my colon and how I stuck my finger in to scoop out his juices. The taste was different than his fresh cum but delicious all the same. At the party, Jason and I danced the night away. I actually hardly drew any attention at all because the ballroom was rather dimly lit and everyone was minding their own business. I did notice several men stealing glances at me when they thought I wasn't looking. They weren't looking at me like spectators at a freak show but instead they were eyeing me like dogs in front of a butcher shop. They wanted me and I knew it. But I belonged to Jason so they would just have to bang me in their minds. At the end of the evening we retired to the same hotel as last time and once inside his room we didn't waste any time. His lips attached themselves onto mine and when he broke off the kiss, he pushed me somewhat violently onto the bed. Then he went into the closet and took out some rope. 'This is it,' I thought. 'This must be the dark fantasy he told me he was going to fulfill. He was going to bind me up and rape me. I guess it's not really considered rape if I'm begging him for it but for the sake of the fantasy I'll treat it as such.' He quickly turned me onto my stomach and tied my arms behind my back, palm to elbow. Next he flipped up the skirt of my dress and tied my legs together, first at the thighs, then the knees and then the ankles. Finally he pulled the string attached to my ankle bindings back and wrapped the other end around my neck. It wasn't very tight so I could breath easily however, if I tried to straighten my legs, I would choke myself. This helped fulfill my bondage fetish as well as my asphyxiation one. Jason had obviously done this many times before, as it must have taken him no more than five minutes to finish binding me. He finished me off by stuffing a ball gag into my mouth. Now I wondered what he had in store for me. In this position he would not be able to penetrate me and I so wanted him to. Maybe he would just jerk himself off and shoot his spunk into my face and my hair, just like in the porn films I watched. Here I was, still fully dressed in my evening dress but completely hogtied and gagged. Jason just stood in front of me and eyed me up and down. "You really will be perfect, my best one yet." I gave a puzzled look. What did he mean, "best one"? "The last time we were together you told me you wanted to be the object of my lust. You had no idea how right you were. I'm sure you're confused right now but soon things will be a little clearer." I was completely confused at this point. Was there more to this dark fantasy? "I hope you're not attached to your old life because you're new life starts right now." With that said, Jason took out a large canvas bag and laid it on the floor. He then lifted my bound body and placed it inside the bag. He zipped it up and I was trapped inside a canvas prison. The next series of events I can only speculate on based on what I was able to hear. I was placed onto a luggage cart and wheeled out to his car. I could hear the trunk door being slammed around me and I knew he was taking me for a ride. When the car stopped, he opened the trunk and pulled the bag carrying my hogtied body out. The bag was then placed inside a box of some sort. I could hear the lid close and the buckles snapped shut. I was now completely in the dark and could barely hear anything. I was also afraid that I would run out of air so I took small breaths. Being in this hogtie and having on a tight corset restricted my breathing anyway. I felt the box being lifted and placed back in the trunk. Again we were off. Our next destination was somewhere crowded because I could hear lots of people about. I tried to struggle so that maybe someone would hear the noise and rescue me however unfortunately, my arms were bound tight and were completely immobile. I could move my legs but doing so tightened the noose around my neck. I was completely trapped and helpless. This truly was my darkest fantasy. I was always too scared to meet people I spoke with online because I was afraid for my well being. Despite that I always fantasized about being kidnapped and taken to some remote location and raped. But this was no mere fantasy. This was real. The next sounds I heard were that of an airplane taking off and I could feel the air pressure drop as the plane ascended. I was in the luggage compartment of this plane which I presumed was flying to Jason's home country. After a few agonizing hours I finally passed out from exhaustion. 3. The Transformation All I saw was a white blur. For a moment I didn't remember where I was or what had happened. Then my eyes started to focus. I saw some lights overhead shining brightly down. I tried to close my eyes to shield the glare but discovered I couldn't. What the hell is going on here? My eyes focussed a little more and I saw what looked like a naked figure lying down. Finally I recognized the figure and it's me! I was looking up into a mirror and I saw my naked body lying on a metal table. I tried to move but found that my arms and legs are clamped down to the table. Some straps also hold my head still. Then I noticed the most horrifying thing. My eyelids were gone! My two eyeballs are exposed on my face. I screamed but found that no sound came out. Was I deaf? No, I couldn't be because I could hear beeping in the background. That means I must be mute. I quickly began to panic and I heard the beeping in the background intensify. Suddenly a man in a white doctor's gown was standing over me. "I see you've finally awoken, my dear," the mysterious figure stated. "You must have many questions so I will answer them as best I can. I realize that you can no longer speak but don't worry. I already know what questions you want to ask so let me explain." All I could do is stare at him with fright. "You see, Lord Jason has taken quite a liking to you. You probably did not know that he is actually the king of our small European country." King? I just thought he was a rich power broker or maybe a dignitary. What have I gotten myself into? This man that I fell almost instantly in love with has deceived me and kidnapped me and done God awful things to me. "You have probably noticed that we removed you eyelids and your voice box. I'm afraid that's only beginning and, quite frankly, the least extreme of the modifications we will be doing to your body. You see, once Lord Jason finds a pretty little thing he likes screwing like you, he decides that he must keep them and have them ready to pleasure him whenever he wants. Therefore you will be the next one of his living sex dolls." This man's words seeped into my brain but I could not process them. What did he mean by 'sex dolls'? Would I be a captive in Jason's harem available to fuck whenever he got the urge? I would have done that anyway. Why kidnap me? Why remove my voice box? So I couldn't escape and report him to the authorities? "Your voice box has been removed because you will no longer need it. We were able to also remove your Adam's apple. You will soon be the vision of feminine beauty you've always strived for. As for your eyelids, that is just part of Lord Jason's sadistic cruelty. He wants to make sure all his dolls will witness every depraved act he performs on them. He gets off on your silent suffering. Don't worry about your eyeballs drying out. We surgically attached clear plastic lenses over your eyes. The many tears you will surely shed in the years to come will keep your eyes well moisturized. "You may recall that I said these two modifications would be the least severe. Let me just describe the other procedures we will be performing on you. You see, when I said you will become a sex doll, I meant you will literally be a sex doll. You will live out the remainder of your life as an inanimate object purely to serve the affections of our Lord Jason. And believe me, his sexual appetite is surpassed only by his penchant for cruelty. "We will have to shape your body to resemble that of a Barbie doll. That means removing several of your ribs as well as many of your internal organs such as a kidney, a lung, your spleen, gall bladder, and several yards of intestines. This will give you an hourglass figure that no corset could ever achieve. "We will also be removing the tips of your fingers so you won't have to worry about growing fingernails. This will also reduce the size of your hand so that it more closely resembles a woman's. We will be amputating your feet so we can attach small prosthetic mannequin feet to your ankles. "Your face is where we will be making the most drastic changes. We will be removing your scalp, but don't worry. You will have the loveliest, most realistic wig. A brunette one I think. We will be removing all your teeth since your chewing days are well behind you. We will remove your nose and ears. We are going to reduce your chin and cheek bones. All this is so we can fit a plastic face mask onto your head. "In order to keep the feminine features of the mask, any and all of the masculine features of your face have to be removed. Finally, and most importantly, we will be removing ninety percent of the muscles from your body. The result of this is two fold. Firstly, it will reduce the size of your limbs to look more feminine. Secondly, and more importantly, it will mean that you will never be able to move on your own again. You will still retain most of the feeling in your limbs but they will be completely helpless. Do you understand everything I've just told you?" Everything this man just said to me crashed over me like a tidal wave. I could not believe what I was hearing. How could any of this be legal? Well, for one thing, I was kidnapped to a foreign country so no one knew where I was. All my years of careful reluctance, shying away from personal encounters, denying my own sexual urges for the sake of caution have all been completely wasted. The very first man I decide to take a chance on has kidnapped and is going to mutilate my body. He was going to keep me alive and suffering for who knows how long just for his own personal amusement. As the doctor foreshadowed, I started sobbing uncontrollably, the first of many in the years to come. But my tears had nowhere to escape underneath my clear plastic eyelids. I felt the pressure press on my eyeballs and this pain made me cry even more. To my utter shock, the doctor had a wide smile beam across his face as he witnessed my distress. Soon I was able to compose myself and my tears seeped back beneath my eye sockets. "Oh, and I forgot to tell you the best part. You're going to have a front row seat to witness your own transformation. We will not put you under for the surgeries. Instead we will pump you full of painkillers so you can't feel anything. After all, we don't want you passing out from pain and missing the show. And since you will not be able to shut your eyes, you will see every moment of us cutting you apart and reshaping you into the most beautiful doll you've ever witnessed. Now let's begin, shall we?" The doctor was true to his word. He did everything he said he was going to do. Over what felt like the next two months I was forced to watch him and his staff slice me open and cut out my internal organs. After removing them, they merely threw them on the ground like a discarded candy wrapper. I watched in horror as the men and women in white scrubs reached into my body, cut and clipped, then extracted my viscera. They worked non-stop all day and night in rotating shifts. As promised, I felt nothing during the entire two months. The horror of watching my own mutilation unfold before my eyes was anguish enough. The moments I was able to pass out from exhaustion were brief and I would always wake to find another piece of my anatomy missing. When they were done shrinking my torso to resemble an hourglass, they next went to work on my feet and the tips of my fingers. My face was next. While this would have been the most terrifying to watch, mercifully my vision of the overhead mirror was mostly obscured by the doctors operating on me. By the time they were done, I looked like a zombie right out of a slasher movie. I was forced to look at my disfigured face for weeks as they carefully detached and removed every muscle from my limbs. And my face was truly disfigured because anything on it that would distinguish me from another face had been removed. The day finally came when the doctors put down their scalpels. They all gathered round and admired their handiwork. Some of them commented on how surprised they were that I did not die despite losing so much blood. Still others marveled that my eyes still moved around the room in a lucid fashion. Most other people would have become catatonic from the shock. The doctors left me alone for about a week to recover and heal. I was fed intravenously and tubes ran from my penis and asshole to remove the waste. After my healing period, the lead doctor came back. "Hello again, my dear. Have you been enjoying the work we've done this week while you were resting? I know you may look like a fright now but believe me, in a few days you'll look like the vision of feminine beauty you've always dreamed of." When the team of doctors returned, the set to work on completing my transformation. Small mannequin feet were attached to my ankles. I was given breast implants that looked like a size C. Next they painted my entire body in black latex paint. I was told that this was mainly to protect my vulnerable body from germs and infections. A rubber mask was placed over my face and it wrapped completely around my head and screwed shut in the back. Despite having most of the bones in my skull ground down to a more feminine shape, it was still an effort to squeeze my head into the mask. But eventually they were able to fasten the screws in the back and forever sealing my disfigured face behind this beautiful mask. Attached to the mask was a scalp full of luscious flowing brown hair. It was semi wavy and reached well past my shoulders. The face was painted with beautiful permanent makeup and there were holes in the mask for my eyes, nose and mouth. Of the muscles they removed, I noticed that they let me keep all of my jaw muscles. Not hard to figure out why. Next the doctors took long strips of flesh colored latex and wrapped them around my entire body. They wrapped it as tightly as possible and it stuck to the latex paint underneath. I was now encased from head to toe in a second skin of latex paint and a third skin of latex wrapping. They had devastated nearly my entire body but oddly enough my genitals were untouched. I would have thought they would castrate me just for the fun of it. I was overjoyed that they didn't. Instead, they slipped my limp penis into the sheath of a rubber covering. They pressed down hard and flattened my cockette and balls into my own body. Then they sealed the covering with the rest of the latex on my body. I now realized that I was just fitted with a prosthetic vagina. My cock was constricted underneath to give it a natural mound look. Also, the catheter tube in my penis ran through the vagina so I would pee and cum through there just like a real girl. When my vagina was set in place, the doctors began rubbing a sealing agent all over me. This blended the strips wrapped around me into one solid sheet of latex covering my entire body. The final touch was a coat of polish that they applied to my new latex skin. This gave my body a shiny gleam like a plastic mannequin in a storefront would have. When the process was finally complete, I could not believe my eyes. I nearly forgot all two plus months of sheer horror I've just been through when I looked upon myself in the overhead mirror. I was a gorgeous female doll. Even my face was almost realistically lifelike. The only way anyone could tell that a living person still existed inside the female doll was by my eyes which still moved around taking in my new surroundings. This is truly was my greatest fantasy but I had to take the worst road possible to arrive there. 4. The First Week of the Rest of My Life When I was finally ready to be displayed, three buxom ladies in rubber nurse uniforms came and carried me to the next room. There, the ladies dressed me. They informed me that every couple weeks they would change me into a new outfit as Lord Jason saw fit. This week, my unveiling, I was to wear what every new sex doll is required to wear. First they slipped a white silk bra and panties onto me. Next came white thigh high stockings. Finally came what every little girl dreams of, the gorgeous wedding gown. It was the most beautiful silk wedding dress I had ever seen. It had a princess neckline and a long flowing train. It was adorned with beads and lace everywhere. As they placed the veil over my head, I saw myself in the mirror and wept in joy. I was finally the beautiful blushing bride I'd dreamed of become since I was a teenager trying on my sister's ballgowns. I was next taken into the next room and placed within a glass case. Supports on the wall held me in place. Tubes running from the wall behind me fed me intravenously and removed the waste from the catheters in my ass and vagina. After I was set in place, the ladies closed and locked the glass panel sealing me in my clear display case. I looked around the room and saw two other lifelike dolls in similar display cases next to me. One was a very busty blonde and the other was a beautiful redhead. These must have been the other dolls the doctor described earlier. They must have been through the same ordeal I was just through. I wondered how long they had been there, what they could tell me to expect going forward, whether they were girly boys like me or real girls. I had a million questions I could ask but I knew I will never be able to ask them and they would never be able to answer. The room we were in was large and spacious. There was a giant bed in the middle and scattered all around were various items of bondage equipment. And all of the walls were lined with mirrors so that none of us would ever miss any of the events that transpired in here. For a couple days nothing happened. I just stood in my glass prison and silently got to know my new roommates. I wept quietly when reflecting on my predicament, as the doctor had predicted. Everyday the rubber nurses would come in and change our catheters. On the second day, the nurse hung a clear IV bag containing a clear yellow liquid over me and ran a tube from the bag into my mouth. The tube was taped to my face as the yellow liquid dripped into my mouth. I immediately realized that I was being made to drink my own urine. The drip was slow enough that there was not enough liquid to spit out but it still filled my mouth with the taste of my own piss. This became a regular ritual. Every couple days they would replace a fresh bag of my urine. I wondered why I bothered to piss at all if I was just going to end up drinking half of it back anyway. I could not imagine how many times the same bit of urine circulated through my body only to find it's way back in. Finally, on the third day of that first week I saw my beloved Jason again. I was no longer angry or scared. The months of my surgery gave me time to accept my fate. Plus, seeing the beautiful results of their work filled me with joy. I fell even further in love with my new master. "Didn't I tell you I would make you darkest fantasy come true? Everything you told me about bondage, kidnapping, torture, and humiliation. I've given you all of those in ways you never could have imagined. I hope you enjoy your new life because you will be here a long time. Now it is time for me to play with my new toy." With that, the rubber nurses came in and unhooked me from my display case. They laid me down on the bed in the middle of the room. They brought over my piss IV and hung it on a metal stand. They then placed the tube in my mouth. I saw that they mixed in what looked like a cup full of cum into the IV bag. I hope that was Jason's cum. It's been so long since I had some and I longed for it. Next Jason took a giant dildo and jammed it up my ass. Fortunately it was already lubricated but the girth was so much that I would have screamed if I still had a voice. The dildo was easily as long as Jason's cock but much wider, about three inches in diameter. Jason flipped a switch and the dildo began shaking in my ass. Next Jason stood over me. First he reached down and lifted the wedding veil over my head. Then he pushed the skirt of my wedding gown back. He had to find his way through layer upon layer of silk and crinoline until he found his target. Just like the night we first met, he lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders. This time I couldn't wrap them around his neck since they were now limp useless limbs. Jason looked deeply into my eyes and started inserting himself into my vagina. To my surprise, my limp cock hidden beneath the vagina felt every inch of his cock as he slid it deeper and deeper. I wanted to moan in pleasure but couldn't. Then he started fucking me, I mean really fucking me like a man fucks a woman. He wasn't gentle at all this time. He was forceful and violent, and I loved it. His eyes never left mine the whole time. I mistook this for love but later I would discover that he enjoyed seeing the anguish he was causing in the eyes of his victims. Every time he thrust into me, his cock would rub up against mine, separated only by a thin layer of rubber. I was soon overcome with pleasure. Sensations were overwhelming me. I was drinking a cocktail of my own piss and his cum. My ass was being violated by a giant pulsating dildo. And I was being fucked by the man I was madly in love with. My little cockette struggled to expand but there was no room for it. That, plus Jason's ramming cock, put tremendous pressure on my groin. Before I realized it, my cock was squirting out bits of cum. I was actually cumming without getting erect. The cum flowed through the tube and out my vagina. I was having an orgasm like a real girl, helping to lubricate his cock going in and out of me. Jason sensed this and soon he came in a mighty torrent. He came so much and so hard that a lot of it went into my pussy, through the catheter tube, and into my own penis. When he was finished, he withdrew and kneeled over me. Just like our first meeting, he put his cock in my mouth and I was able to suck and clean him up. When he was finished, he merely got up and left. Of course what else would you do? You don't cuddle with a plastic doll. You just use it and then toss it aside until you want to use it again. It was the rubber nurses' jobs to come and clean up after he was done. They placed me back in my display case and hooked up all the tubes to my body. I noticed that they did not clean Jason's cum from my vagina and now it was slowly running down my stocking legs. By tomorrow I would have a trail of dried cum leading from my vagina to my new feet. At least I could still taste his cum even though it was diluted with my urine. 5. The Routine I soon figured out how my life was going to be. Jason would always rotate between the three of us. He came in about once a week, sometimes twice. Every week the three of us would be displayed in new outfits. I've worn ballgowns, hooker minidresses, schoolgirl outfits, French maid uniforms, cheerleader uniforms, summer dresses, ballet tutus, vinyl corselettes, silk and lace lingerie, just to name a few. It was a crossdresser's dream come true. Everyday I could just admire how beautiful I looked in the many mirrors around the room. And every couple weeks or so, I would have sex with Jason. I learned to my surprise that he was actually married. One time Jason was pounding my ass while his wife sat on my face and I was forced to eat her out. My sessions with Jason were always different. One time he lay over me and had me lick his ass while he tongued my vagina. He topped off that experience by giving me a little extra treat. As my tongue penetrated his sphincter, it suddenly expanded and a long turd came sliding out and into my mouth. When he was done dumping in my mouth he just turned around and started jacking himself into my face. The tip of the turd still hung out of my mouth. I didn't have any choice except to use my tongue to press the turd against the roof of my mouth. When the rest of it was completely in my mouth, I started working it around my mouth. I didn't have teeth anymore but the turd was soft enough that I could gum it to break it down to something I could swallow. It was the foulest tasting thing I could imagine. Jason saw the look of disgust in my eyes and quickly shot his cum over my face and into my mouth. That at least helped wash away a little of the terrible taste. I was surprised I did not get sick right then and there. But I managed to swallow the whole thing. I did not enjoy that one bit but Jason did and his pleasure pleased me. I would find myself eating his shit and drinking his piss many more times in the years to come. Another time Jason decided to bring his golden retriever with him. He put me on a wooden table-like thing. It was about knee high. I was laying on my stomach with my head and ass hanging over either edge of the table. He then bound my arms and legs to the legs of the table. This seemed like an odd thing to do since I was completely immobilized anyway. But I guess just seeing a woman bound helplessly at his mercy was a turn on. He then led the dog up behind me and it climbed on top of me. He had a pretty big cock and he poked it at me looking for an opening. I was hoping he would locate my vagina because that would hurt less. But he found my ass and forced himself into me. Jason got in front of me and jammed his cock into my mouth. The dog was violent and harsh. He probably hadn't had any release in months. He literally fucked me like an animal. He had short rapid thrusts. He reached about as far into me as possible and each thrust pounded against what was left of my intestines. Meanwhile Jason gyrated his hips and he moved his cock down and out of my throat. By this point by gag reflex was long gone and I could easily deep throat him, not that I had a choice in the matter. Jason came first and when he shot, the jism went straight down my throat so I barely had the chance to taste him. The dog reached a climax and the head of his penis swelled to an enormous size and he shot wave after wave of dog cum up my ass. I could imagine most of it going up my intestines and meeting Jason's cum in my stomach. When the dog was finally finished, he tried to extract himself but his bulbous head was now much wider than my sphincter. He kept tugging and tugging but my sphincter would not give way. After a few moments he was able to slip out of me with a popping sound. The suction pulled with it a stream of cum from my ass that stuck to the head of his cock. The dog simple bent down and started licking himself clean. I wonder how many surgeries I would need to be able to do that too. One other time, Jason had me in a semi doggy style position. My ass stuck up in the air as my head rested on the bed. He stuck his penis into me and just left it there for a minute or two. It was a wonderful feeling having his cock fill up my colon again. Soon I felt him cumming without ever having to work his penis. But his cum just kept flowing and flowing. No person, not even Jason, could cum this much. That's when I realized that he wasn't cumming, but actually relieving himself. I could feel his warm urine work its way through my intestinal tract. The portions of his piss that could find no more internal organs to occupy squirted out my ass. When he was done injecting what felt like a gallon of piss into me, he quickly withdrew and then jammed a dildo into my ass. He squeezed a rubber ball in his hands and I could feel the dildo expanding. When he was done pumping, the dildo completely filled my ass, trapping his piss inside me. He next flipped me onto my back and started pounding my vagina. I was in constant pain as my bowels cramped and ached from the pressure. Jason saw this in my eyes and smiled. He must have loved the thought of his piss sloshing around inside my organs as he rocked me back and forth with his penis. When he finally came, I could not cum with him. My body was in too much pain and all I could think about was evacuating my bowels. When he was finished, Jason had the rubber nurses put me back in my stand with the dildo still inside me. They kept it in there for three full days, three days of complete agony and crippling pain. Jason must have remembered the time I kept the tampon in for three days and decided to relive that moment but to a more extreme degree. I was pretty much able to measure the passage of time by counting the times Jason came to fuck us. A mind has to do things like that to stay sane especially when there were days on end when we would just stand there propped up in our cases with nothing to do except stare at each other. I hated whenever Jason had sessions with either of my two roommates. It made me insanely jealous. I had to watch since I no longer had eyelids and I could not look away because I was surrounded by mirrors. Sometimes I wished something horrible would happen to the other girls so I could have Jason all to myself. I didn't think about his wife much because if he truly loved her, why would he continue coming to us? It was my roommates that I had to compete with for Jason's affections. One day, though, my wish came horribly true. The rubber nurses came in and took the blonde doll out of her display case. They dressed her in a black leather corset, fishnet stockings, and thigh high patent leather boots with spike heels. They then moved her to the middle of the room where a wooden table about waist high stood. They leaned her forward until she was bent over the edge of the table. Her ankles were strapped to the legs of the table spread-eagle and her arms were bound together and stretched over her head and attached to the other edge of the tabletop. Next they tied her torso down to the table. Finally they fastened several bolts on the legs of the table to the ground. Now the blonde doll was securely fastened to the table that was securely fastened to the ground. The rubber nurses then used a speculum like device to stretch the doll's asshole wide open. They followed this up by spreading massive amounts of lubricant all around and inside her ass. Jason finally appeared in the room and he wasn't alone. In his hands were reins leading to the bridle of a horse that was following him into the room. I could not believe it. He was going to make this stallion fuck the blonde doll. I knew Jason had a bestiality fetish from my own experiences with his golden retriever, but this was too much. The stallion's cock was massive, about twenty inches long and probably four inches thick. But sure enough he led the horse to the blonde doll and the horse mounted her. He easily found her waiting ass since it was still being pried open by the speculum. Jason just sat in a chair stroking himself and watching as the horse violently impaled the blonde doll. Now I understood why everything was bolted down. The horse was ramming her with such force that she would be thrown her all over the room were everything not fastened down. But the horse continued to pound her and she could offer no resistance. Jason was enjoying this to no end as he stroked himself with unseen fervor. He looked greedily into the eyes of the poor blonde doll beneath the bucking stallion. Her eyes desperately screamed in pain the way her voice no longer could, and our sadistic master loved every minute of it. Jason came in a few minutes, the quickest I've ever seen him cum. He would have plenty of time to relax, get hard again, and jerk himself off for a second round in the time it took the horse to finally climax. When that time came, the horse gave a loud grunt, whiney and cum just continued to pour out of the poor blonde doll's ass. It was easily the most cum I'd ever seen at one time. It continued to flow in a steady stream for about a minute. It was very thick, stringy, and viscous, not like human cum or even dog cum. I could see that there was a lot of blood interspersed in it and the horse had ripped the doll's insides wide open. For the amount of cum pouring out of her ass and down her legs, that much must have also traveled up and into her body. Her organs now must be completely covered with horse cum. I watched in amazement at the size of the puddle building up around her legs. I now realized that Jason had intended the horse to do that. He wanted to jack off while watching one of his doll die from getting fucked by a horse. Now I was scared for my own life once again. 6. The Next To Fall For a few months, I only had to share Jason with my redheaded roommate. I surmised that Jason must have grown bored with the blonde so he decided to get one final thrill from her before discarding her. I knew that if I wanted to stay alive, I had to please Jason and make sure he never grew tired of me. But what could I do? I was nothing more than a living doll, being dressed and positioned as he saw fit. He fucked me how he wanted to and tortured me how he wanted to. The only thing I really had control of was my mouth but even that was limited. I still tried my best. Maybe if I envisioned myself giving him the best sex possible, it would somehow come through. After a few months passed, the empty display case was now filled with a new occupant. She was a blonde doll but clearly a different one than the previous tenant. This must be her replacement. The months in between must have been time for Jason to find a new tranny and have her kidnapped and operated on. How could I possibly compete with her? Everyone loves the newer toy and gets bored with the older ones. There was a time when I was the new toy but that day had long passed. She was dressed in the same wedding gown I was in on my first week here. Now I understood that I was just a piece of the cycle of events that went round and round for many years. It was merely a matter of time and there was nothing I do could influence him. Every year or so he would go out and look for a new toy and when he found one, he would get rid of the old, probably in a horrifically painful fashion. My only solace was that at least I wasn't the oldest toy in the toybox. While the redheaded doll was still around, I would be safe. After about a year, that would change too. On one auspicious day, the rubber nurses came in and took the redheaded doll from her case. They dressed her in an emerald green satin camisole. Then they pulled a pair of sheer black stockings onto her legs and slipped her feet into a pair of six-inch spike heels. Next they brought her to a metal table in the room. This time Jason was in the room to witness the preparation. He was already naked and stroking himself slowly. The nurses propped the doll's legs up on stirrups and used a speculum to open her ass wide. 'What type of beast were they going bring in to fuck her?' I wondered. This time instead of lubricant, they packed her ass with a thick gooey white mixture. They made sure to pack as much of it in there as possible until I'm sure a lot of it was forced up her intestines. Then they just let her lay there for about an hour. When they returned to her, one of the nurses stood behind her and used a small mallet to tap the mixture in the doll's ass. To my shock, it sounded like metal hitting rock. Indeed, that's what it was. They had put cement in her ass and permanently blocked her colon. I can't imagine the pain she was going through now having her ass split wide open and sealed with cement. But this was just the beginning. I noticed that all the while Jason was watching and stroking himself slowly, not really working himself to any kind of climax. Next the nurses carried the redheaded doll off the metal table and laid her down in a wooden box. The box was the length and height of the doll's body. Now came the real torture because I could tell that Jason had quickened the pace of his masturbation. The nurses dragged a portable cement mixer into the room and slowly starting filling the box with cement. The redhead doll was being buried alive. All the while a camera overhead was capturing the look of panic in her eyes and projecting them onto huge monitors in the room. Jason could watch the events unfold and still see the torment in the eyes of his poor victim. The nurses made sure her entire body was completely covered in cement except for her eyes and a breathing tube leading to her mouth. Jason wanted to make sure she didn't suffocate before he was finished. It took about two hours for the cement to harden. All the while the redheaded doll's eyes darted all around in a state of complete panic, much to Jason's delight. When the doll was completely trapped in her rocky prison, Jason walked to her and stood over the cement block. This is many people's worst fear, to be buried alive and die a slow and agonizing death. Looking directly into the doll's horrified eyes gave Jason a massive erection. The breathing tube sticking out of the cement was in the shape of a funnel. This was useful because Jason was able to shoot his load down the tube and give the poor doll one last treat before her finale demise. When Jason was done he picked up a can of cement and started pouring it down the breathing tube. As if having your ass packed with cement and then being buried alive in a block of cement wasn't torturous enough, now he was pouring cement down her throat and into her lungs and stomach. The worst part was I could see the utter fright in her eyes on the monitors in the room. She held on to life for many more countless minutes until finally the cement clogged her airway and she suffocated to death. 7. My Final Days I knew it would not be long now. I had counted and it has been almost a year since the redheaded doll was replaced by another redhead. In that time I tried to imagine how it would happen. Of the two executions I witnessed, they got progressively more horrific and painful. I no longer dreaded death but welcomed it. This man I once loved now filled me with contempt. I could not stand to be near him but was helpless as he continued to rape me every month. I just wanted my life to be over quickly. This terrible existence had lasted over three years and that is more than any one person should be forced to endure. My only hope was for the end to come with a minimal amount of pain and suffering. The one fateful day finally came and I knew it had arrived as soon as I saw the rubber nurses. I just sensed that my end was near. They removed me from my display case and dressed me in the most beautiful strapless evening gown. It was a full length empire gown made of black silk. They next slipped on a pair of long white silk gloves up to my elbows. Then they wrapped my legs in black sheer stockings and strapped on a pair of black patent five-inch pumps to my feet. If I was to die, this was definitely the outfit I wanted to die in. They even adorned me with a diamond necklace and bracelets. I was a bit confused. Then Jason walked into the room. In the years since he kidnapped me, I've never heard him speak except for what I called my wedding night. I mean, why would you speak to a sex doll? But this day he decided to speak to me. "Out of all my dolls, and there have been many, you were always my favorite. I still remember the first night we met face to face. You were so shy and nervous but then you were such an animal in bed. That's when I knew I had to own you. "Since you've been here you have always given me the most pleasure. I saved all of my favorite fetishes for sessions with you. But even you have become tiresome to me. You've abandoned hope and I no longer see any fear or desperation in your eyes. "I've found a new lovely boy girl, barely 19, that is as scared yet sensual as you were when we first met. If she survives her transformation, she will be the perfect replacement for you. But just to show how much you truly meant to me, I will give you as much pleasure as pain for your finale." Jason took out a huge roll of plastic saran wrap and the rubber nurses helped him mummify me from head to toe. He had remembered that this was one of my favorite fetishes. After several layers of plastic were wrapped around me, you could barely see the lovely dress I was still wearing underneath. When they wrapped my head they left a small opening at my mouth so I could still breath. I could barely see through all the clear wrapping but I was able to make out Jason approaching and it looked like he was carrying a knife in his hands. My mind started to race. I didn't even want to think about what he was planning to do with that. But to my surprise, all he did was cut a hole through the plastic and through my dress right at my crotch area. He then laid on top of me and stuck his long cock through the hole and into my vagina. My cockette instantly sprung to life but as always, found no room to expand. He started fucking me and it was amazing. The sound of his body rubbing against the plastic wrap filled my ears. Then he did the most amazing thing. He kissed my mouth. We had not kissed since the night of my kidnapping. But my mouth was the one part of my body that could respond to his affection so I kissed him back. His tongue roamed my mouth and was met by my tongue. We kissed for what was probably fifteen minutes but it felt like an eternity. When he finally broke our lip lock, he just looked into my eyes and said, "I love you. Good bye." His hips never missed a beat as he continued to fuck my vagina and rub his shaft against my trapped penis. He then took a large clear plastic bag and slipped it around my head. The next sound I heard was that of duct tape being pulled out and wrapped around my neck. I now realized that whatever air was trapped in the bag he just taped around my head would be the last air I ever breathed. The sound of the bag expanding and contracting echoed in my head. I could have tried to slow down my breathing and extend my life for a few more precious seconds but I was ready to die and this is the way I wanted to go. My inhales took longer and longer as my one lung tried to extract as much oxygen out of the remaining air as possible while filtering out the poisonous carbon dioxide from my exhales. Jason sensed that the end was near and he quickened the pace of his thrusting. Each breath brought me closer to the sweet release I'd been waiting for. Just before I blacked out for the final time I felt Jason cum inside me for the last time and that made me cum. My climax was not the occasional dribble that my chastised cockette produced for the past few years. Instead, it exploded as the last bit of my life force concentrated on my penis and forced all the sperm in my balls to shoot out for the last time. I felt my cum mix with Jason's cum inside my vagina and I smiled as I drew my final breath.