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Kyle's Misfortune - Part 1
By Mister Double U
Kyle Belmont walked out of the dorm and hopped into his Porsche.
Starting the engine, he pulled out of the parking lot and sped off down
the street. He smiled, until a police car pulled up behind him with its
lights on. The officer got out of the car and walked up to the Porsche.
Kyle made sure he took his FOP card out.
"Do you have any idea what you just did?" the officer asked, taking off
his sunglasses.
"Uh, no officer." He replied, smiling. He handed the officer his
information. He took the license and registration and threw the FOP
card on the ground.
"Wait here." He said. The officer walked back to his car. A few moments
later, he came back.
"Step out of the car, please Mr. Belmont." The officer said, holding
the door open for him.
"What's the charge?" Kyle asked.
"Just step out of the car, sir." He said. He led Kyle to the back of
the car and closed the door.
The officer drove to the station and Kyle was quickly thrown into a
small cell. The officer placed a phone through the bars.
"You get one phone call." He said and left.
"I still don't know what I'm being held for!" Kyle yelled as the
officer walked out of the cell area.
Kyle sat on the bed. He sighed.
"Guess I'll have to call dear old Dad." He said, defeated. He picked up
the phone and dialed.
'Dear Old Dad' was actually Michael Snell, Kyle's step dad. His father
died about 3 years ago and Mom met, and fell in love with Michael.
Kyle's real dad had made a lot of money in the stock market and left it
all to Mom. When she married Michael, he grudgingly signed a pre-
nuptial agreement, which stated he would get no money and everything
would go to Kyle if anything happened to her. His mom was diagnosed
with cancer and died a year later. Kyle and Michael did not get along
at all, partly due to money, but also due to Kyle's hateful attitude
towards him.
"Hello?" Michael said.
"Hi, Michael. It's me." Kyle replied.
"Yeah?"
"I need you to come down to the police station and bail me out." He
said. "They've got me here on some trumped up charge."
Michael screamed through the phone and Kyle moved it away from his ear.
"I don't have time for this shit, Kyle." He said. "I'll send my
secretary down there." He said, slamming the phone down.
Kyle sighed. "I think I might be better off in here." He said.
Twenty minutes later, the officer who arrested Kyle walked in and
unlocked his cell door.
"Come on." He said. Kyle followed as he walked out of the cell area and
to the processing desk. The Sergeant looked down at him from behind the
desk.
"Sign here for your stuff." He said. Kyle looked at the paper and
signed it.
"I still don't know why I was arrested." Kyle replied.
"Your car showed up on a list of stolen items." He said. "We checked
your information and it is your car, but we're not sure if the person
you bought it from stole it."
"I've had that car for two years, sir." Kyle explained. The Sergeant
stopped him.
"Nevertheless, we need to investigate further. Your car will be
impounded until this matter is resolved."
"How am I going to get home?" Kyle asked. The Sergeant smiled and
pointed towards the line of chairs across the room. Sitting there was a
beautiful woman. Kyle had never seen her before; short blond hair,
wearing a short business suit and brown heels. She wore sunglasses as
well.
"Ma'am." The officer called. He pointed at Kyle. She got up and glided
across the room. She took off the glasses and Kyle could see she had
the deepest blue eyes he had ever seen.
"Mr. Belmont?" she asked, her voice was a whisper. "My name is
Allanya." She held out her hand and Kyle shook it cautiously. "Your
father sent me."
Kyle grabbed his stuff. "He's not my father." He said, walking past her
and out the door.
She caught up with him at the top of the stairs. "I apologize, Kyle."
She continued. "I didn't mean to upset you."
"It's fine." He said, opening the envelope and taking his stuff out. He
took out his wallet. "How much do I owe you?"
"Nothing. Your fa..." she stopped herself. "Your step-father paid for
it."
"I'm sure I'll hear about this forever." Kyle said. "I'm going to get
my ass kicked over some trumped up charge." He turned to her. She had
put her sunglasses back on. "Can you drive me home?"
"He's pretty upset right now." Allanya said. "How about if we go back
to my place until he cools down?"
"Sure." He replied, almost drooling. "Why not?"
Allanya walked down the steps, the wind blowing past her miniskirt, and
headed to a long limousine. The driver got out of the car and opened
the door for the both of them. Kyle got in and sat across from Allanya.
He sat, trying not to stare at her. She crossed her legs and Kyle could
see the garter attaching her nude color stockings. She leaned over and
poured herself a drink. She held the glass up and Kyle took it. She
then poured another for herself.
"How long have you worked for Michael?" Kyle asked.
She sat back and inhaled heavily. Her breasts rose and strained against
her tight blouse. Kyle was sure she would lose one of her buttons.
"About a year and a half." She replied, taking a sip. Kyle sipped his
drink as well. "It's not too difficult work; filing, typing,
entertaining the clients. You know, that sort of thing."
"Uh huh." Kyle replied, taking another drink. "This is very good."
She smiled, taking another sip. "Thank you. It's my own concoction.
You've heard of a 'slow, comfortable screw'?" Kyle nodded. "Well, this
is a long, hard, wet fuck." She said, emphasizing every word.
"Well, I'll take a long, hard, wet fuck with you anytime." He said,
smiling. She smiled back and clinked his glass.
Kyle gulped the end of his drink and slid across the limo next to
Allanya. He put his hand on her thigh and rubbed it gently. He leaned
over and kissed him on the lips. He could taste the cherry flavor of
her lipstick. She leaned back and started unbuttoning her blouse. Kyle
licked his lips, watching her. Her large breasts spilled over the top
of her small brown bra. He leaned into Allanya and buried his face in
her chest. She arched her head back and moaned.
Suddenly Kyle felt a small prick in his neck. He screamed and leaned
back. Allanya reached under the seat and pulled out a pair of
handcuffs.
"What the??" Kyle yelled. He took a swing at her, which she stopped and
quickly pulled his arm behind his back. Kyle reached frantically for
her hair. She grabbed his other hand and slipped the cuffs on his
wrists. She attached them to a small hook on the wall.
Allanya grabbed a handful of cotton balls and shoved them in his mouth.
She took some duct tape and put it over his mouth. Kyle began kicking
and she used the remainder of the duct tape to tie his legs together.
She sat back and smiled. "That's okay. The more you kick, the faster
the sedative works." After about 10 minutes, he could feel himself
slowing down. His vision blurred and the last thing he saw was Allanya
covering his eyes with a blindfold.
"Sweet Dreams." She whispered.
She pressed a button for the intercom. "Home please, Jamison." She
said.
The car drove along winding roads until it stopped at the gates of a
large mansion. Jamison pressed a button and the huge, metal gates swung
open with a loud creak. The car went up the driveway and stopped at the
door. Jamison got out and opened the door for Allanya. She exited the
car, her stocking tops showing as he stood up. Jamison stood there,
staring.
"There's a word for that, you know." She said to him. "It's called
incest." He smiled and walked close to her.
"Doesn't count if you have different fathers." He replied, leaning in
to kiss her. He stopped and pulled back. "Oops, forgot about the
lipstick. I'll have to catch you later." She walked past him and he
smacked her hard on the ass.
"Please take our guest inside and give him the usual accommodations."
She purred.
Jamison leaned in and undid the handcuffs, being sure to hold on to
Kyle so he wouldn't fall. He left the tape and the blindfold on and
carried him into the house. He walked down a long hallway and pressed a
button on the wall. The panel of the wall slid open and Jamison
continued down the long spiral staircase. At the bottom, he placed Kyle
against the wall and put his hands into chains attached to the wall.
His head hung down, still drugged. Jamison picked it up.
"You're going to make a pretty little thing." He said, smiling to
himself and removing Kyle's blindfold. He undid the belt on Kyle's
pants and pulled them and his underwear off. He took his shoes and
socks off as well, then attached his legs to chains on the floor.
On the table next to him, were two huge needles. He picked up the first
one, checked to make sure no air was in it, and stuck it into Kyle's
ass. He picked up the second, made sure there was no air in that one
and put it back on the table.
A pair of huge scissors was on the table and Jamison picked it up. He
began cutting Kyle's shirt and took it off him as well.
Allanya walked down the stairs. She had changed from her business suit
into a pair of black, leather pants, thigh-high boots, tight black
satin top and long black opera gloves. She stood about 3 feet away from
Kyle, who still hung against the wall.
"How long?" she asked.
Jamison looked at his watch. "Shouldn't be too much longer. I gave it
to him about 5 minutes ago."
She walked over, grabbed a chair and sat down.
"The waiting is the hardest part." Jamison sang. The lyrics were from a
Tom Petty song. Allanya smiled. He always had a good sense of humor
about this.
Kyle slowly raised his head and looked out on to the floor. He had
trouble focusing but could see a small figure in black, sitting on a
chair in front of him. He tried to pull his arms down and realized,
very quickly, that he was chained to a wall. Actually, looking down
again, he realized he was chained NAKED to a wall.
"Mmmph!" he said.
"Ah, I see you're awake." She purred. She stood up and walked over to
Kyle. Seeing her in that outfit got Kyle erect. "That's cute." She
said, holding his cock in her gloved hand. She let go and walked next
to him. She put her hand under his chin.
"Now comes my favorite part." Jamison whispered, licking Kyle's ear. He
tried to turn his head, but Allanya had it firmly in her grasp.
"I'm sure you have a whole lot of questions, but I don't think you're
in a very talkative mood." She said. Kyle struggled and 'mmmph'ed
again. "So just relax and let me explain what's happening you to."
She stepped back and moved the chair closer. Kyle turned his head and
saw Jamison standing next to him. He had a 'cat that ate the canary'
smile on his face. He blew kisses at Kyle and stepped over to the
table.
She sat down. "You are going to be my slave." She said. "My FEMININE
slave." Kyle's eyes widened. Jamison smiled.
"It gets better." He said.
"Yes, indeed it does." Allanya continued. "You're going to be feminized
and will become extremely skilled in oral and anal sex." She walked
over to him again. "And you're going to LOVE it!"
"Mmmph!" he said, shaking his head.
"Oh, but you will. Or your life will become very short." She sliced her
sharp fingernail across Kyle's neck. She then took her finger and
tasted the blood as it flowed from his neck. Turning around, she nodded
to Jamison and he picked up the other needle. He rammed it quickly into
Kyle's ass and emptied the contents. Kyle screamed through his gag. She
kept walking to another table across the room.
"The first step is a very powerful dose of female hormones. Specially
designed by a Swiss Doctor. It contains ten times the normal dosage. So
instead of months, it should only take a matter of days for your body
to start changing. Sometimes less." Allanya grabbed a tube of cream and
headed back towards Kyle. "It all depends on your genetic makeup."
Jamison grabbed the scissors and started cutting Kyle's hair. "Don't
move." He hissed. "You don't want to get cut, now do you?" he laughed
as he kept cutting Kyle's hair. He watched as all his hair fell to the
floor. Jamison then grabbed a straight razor and continued with Kyle's
hair.
Allanya took off her long black gloves and put on latex gloves. She
squeezed a large handful of cream out and rubbed it all over Kyle's
chest and stomach. She moved down quickly to his cock and balls, then
to his legs and feet. A moment later, Kyle began screaming in pain.
Allanya ignored him and walked behind him. She squeezed out more and
rubbed it on to the back of his legs, his ass; including inside his
ass, back and neck. Tears began to flow from Kyle's eyes. She took some
more and put it on his smooth head and on his face. Kyle squirmed,
trying to break free. The pain from the cream was excruciating.
Jamison walked over to the side wall and grabbed a hose. He turned on
the water and walked back to Kyle.
"Hold your breath, boy." He laughed and turned the water on full blast.
The water hit Kyle like bricks. His body bent, still being held by the
chains, as the water hit him. Jamison moved in closer, making it more
painful. Kyle closed his eyes. Jamison walked behind him and washed him
off as well. After what seemed like an eternity to Kyle, the water
stopped. He opened his eyes slowly, hoping that none of the cream got
into them.
Allanya walked over and ran her latex gloved hand over his body.
"Mmmm. Just the way I like 'em." She purred. All the hair had come off
Kyle's body and sat floating in a puddle on the floor. Jamison grabbed
a broom and pushed it into a small hole in the floor.
"See, the reason the stuff burns so bad is that it was designed to
literally burn the hair off your body. Unfortunately, it takes a layer
of skin with it, but what can you do. It's perfect and it never grows
back."
Kyle's stomach started to grumble.
"I think our boy's hungry." Jamison said. He walked up the stairs and
returned with a small IV bag. He placed it on a metal pole and attached
a needle into Kyle's arm. He reached over and grabbed a large metal
washbasin and put in between Kyle's legs. "The stuff may not agree with
you, though." He laughed and jabbed another needle into Kyle's ass.
"That was a booster shot." Allanya said. "Gets the juices flowing a bit
faster. We should see some early results tomorrow." She walked close
and kissed him on the cheek. "Have a nice night, lover." She and
Jamison walked up the stairs and out the door. They flipped a switch
outside that put the entire room in darkness, except for a few small
candles.
Kyle stood there in the dark, thinking of an escape. He pulled on the
chains, but they were bolted to the wall and the floor. He thought he
felt a cold breeze blowing that made his entire body tingle.
The food flowed into his body and his stomach stopped growling. He
couldn't figure out how he still wasn't hungry. He turned and could
see, in the dim light, that the bag was half empty.
He started having stomach pains. He heard a gurgling sound and very
quickly his bowels exploded. It landed with a splash in the large wash
bin at his feet. He felt like he was going to throw up, but held it
down knowing he would choke if he did. This went on every 20 minutes
all night long. Kyle finally fell asleep, exhausted.
The water from the hose woke him out of a sound sleep. It was soaking
his back and ass, obviously, getting all the shit out from the night.
When it stopped, Jamison checked the bag. It was empty. He patted Kyle
on his bald head.
"Very good." He said. "I can't believe you ate the WHOLE thing." He
laughed. Allanya came down the stairs. She wore a simple jeans skirt
and flat shoes. Her hair was back in a bun. She reached up and pulled
the tape off Kyle's mouth and took the cotton balls out. He coughed,
trying to get all the cotton out of his mouth. She held up a glass of
water and Kyle quickly drank it down.
"Shhh! Don't speak. It'll only make her mad." Jamison said, smiling. He
walked behind him and stuck two more needles into his ass. He rubbed it
lovingly with his hand.
"I can't wait to stick my dick in that." He said.
"There'll be plenty of time for that later, my sweet." She said. She
walked over to Kyle and felt his chest. "Already starting some breast
growth I see." Kyle looked down and could see that he had two small
bumps on his chest. "Your skin is getting softer too. And the diet that
you're on will soon have you down to a slim, girlish figure."
Jamison shoved the cotton balls back into his mouth and taped it shut
again.
Allanya turned and walked back towards the stairs. Jamison quickly
followed, pushing her against the spiral railing. He grabbed her by her
breasts and gyrated his dick against her ass.
"I don't think I can wait." He said, ripping open her blouse and
grabbing both her tits. She turned around and Jamison kissed her hard.
He moved his hands down her body and shoved them up her skirt.
"No panties again, I see." He growled. He moved his hands around her
waist and pulled her skirt off. She knelt down and undid Jamison's
pants, dropping them to the floor.
"No underwear again, I see." She replied, giggling. She didn't waste
any time and opened her mouth wide. He shoved his cock in and began
fucking her mouth. He held her head as he went in and out.
A few moments later, he picked her up and carried her over to the small
table. He leaned her over and turned to Kyle.
"Pay attention, bitch." He said. "You may pick up a few pointers."
He shoved his cock deep into her pussy. She was already wet and
dripping. He grabbed her hair and held on tight as he bucked back and
forth. He leaned way back and shot his load all over her back. Kyle
could see the cum dripping out of Allanya's pussy.
She turned back around and licked his cock and balls, greedily gulping
up all the sperm. When they were finished, she stood up and grabbed her
skirt.
"That should give you something to think about." Allanya said, heading
back up the stairs. Jamison walked over to Kyle and stuck his dick in
the crack of his ass.
"You're next." He said and kissed his neck.
He rubbed his dick around Kyle's ass for a few minutes. Kyle could feel
his cum all over his ass. When he was done, Jamison replaced Kyle's
food, went upstairs and turned off the lights.
***
This went on for days. Kyle began to lose track of time. Allanya would
come down the steps, check out his development, have Jamison give him
another shot, change his food and leave.
The changes on his body were remarkable. Allanya would poke and prod
him, taking measurements and telling him how cute he looked. His
breasts were now a 34b, according to her. His hips had grown 4 inches
and his ass was about the same. The liquid diet that they put him on
was slimming his waist; Jamison was able to put both his hands around
it with no problem. She told him it was now at 26 inches.
"We'll get that down a bit more." Allanya told him. "Your benefactor
wants the perfect measurements; 36-24-36."
She put down the measuring tape and clipboard. She placed her hand on
his limp dick. She placed it between her index finger and thumb.
"Cute little thing." She said. "Let's see if it still works, shall we?"
She knelt down and began licking the tip. Her free hand cupped his
small balls and gave them a light squeeze. Kyle started to moan through
his gag. She took him out of her mouth and yanked on this cock with her
thumb and index finger again. Kyle swung on the chain, matching
Allanya's motions on his dick. After a minute, he stiffened up and a
small dab of clear liquid came out of him. Kyle slumped down,
exhausted. Allanya smiled.
"Can't even cum anymore." She said. His eyes went wide. She picked up
her hand and showed him. "This is it. All that work for these few
little drops." She wiped it on his face and licked it off. "You're
progressing nicely. I think we'll move on to the second phase
tomorrow." She kissed him through the tape gag and walked behind him.
She jabbed him with the needles again.
"Last one." She replied and left the room. Kyle slid back into
darkness.
***
Kyle was startled awake by the opening of the cellar door. Jamison and
Allanya came slowly and quietly down the stairs. Kyle put his head back
down, pretending to be asleep. As they reached the bottom, Jamison
pushed a button and a door opened in the wall. Kyle couldn't see where
the door led, but thought it had to be better than this. A gurney was
wheeled out from the door and rolled over to Kyle. Allanya reached over
and gave Kyle another shot then stepped back. Jamison reached up and
undid the chains around Kyle's wrists. His arms heavily fell to his
sides and his hands started tingling as the blood rushed back into
them. As Jamison undid his feet, Kyle took his chance. His knee came up
and hit Jamison square in the nose. The huge man fell backwards.
"ARGH! My nose!" he yelled.
Kyle ran past Allanya and into the doorway. He found the button on the
other side and pushed it. The huge door closed behind him. The room was
dark, but he could tell it was huge. Kyle ran to the other side,
looking for another exit. Light flooded the room and Kyle's face turned
white. The room was an operating theatre and every seat was full.
Allanya stood at the other end, her hands on her hips.
"Now, why did you go and do a thing like that?" She asked, sweetly.
Kyle ripped the tape off his mouth and spit out the cotton balls.
"FUCK YOU, BITCH!" he screamed. He turned and kept looking for a door.
Jamison lumbered in, holding his nose. He strolled into the room,
towards Kyle.
"I'm really going to enjoy this." He snarled. He came towards him;
every step seemed to make the entire room shake. Kyle continued to
frantically look for a way out. Not finding one, he grabbed a scalpel
off the table and held it towards Jamison.
"Good, bitch!" he growled. "I like it rough!" He screamed and ran
toward Kyle. He swung wildly, ripping Jamison's T-shirt and scratching
his skin. Jamison laughed and grabbed Kyle's wrist. He tightened his
grip and Kyle dropped the scalpel. Jamison took his free hand and
grabbed Kyle by the waist, lifting him in the air.
"Payback." He smiled and punched Kyle in the nose. Blood fell all over
his, still naked, body. Kyle's hands came up to stop the bleeding and
Jamison threw him to the floor. He towered over Kyle and punched him
again, breaking his jaw. Tears flowed from his eyes.
"Aw. Poor little sissy boy." Jamison said, punching Kyle in the chest.
He was sure he heard his ribs snap.
"Leave me alone." Kyle yelled as he backed away on the floor. Jamison
followed slowly. As Kyle got close to the wall, Jamison grabbed him by
the foot and held him upside-down. Kyle flailed in the air, like a fish
in a net. Slowly, just like the fish, his struggle weakened. Allanya
finally walked into the room, being careful not to get splashed by the
blood still coming out of Kyle's nose.
"Go to sleep." She said, closing his eyes. "When you wake up, it'll be
all better." Kyle's eyes closed and he lay there, hanging from
Jamison's grasp.
"Put him on the table." she said. A man in white walked over to the
table and looked Kyle over. He felt around his chest and stomach.
"No internal injuries." He said, matter of factly. The doctor grabbed a
mask and placed it over Kyle's face. "No thanks to you." He said to
Jamison.
"Fuck you." He replied. "You want some of this?" he held up his fist.
Allanya walked over and slapped him.
"Knock it off!" she yelled. "Unless you want to be next." Jamison
growled and stepped away. "I'll deal with you later." She finished, and
then turned to the doctor.
"Will she be okay?" she asked. The doctor nodded.
"Actually, Mr. Jamison helped a little bit." The doctor felt around
Kyle's nose and jaw. "I was going to have to break those anyway.
"See?!" Jamison replied. Allanya shot him a dirty look. He cowarded
back.
The doctor picked up a small microphone.
"Testing. Testing." He said. "Can everyone hear me?"
Assorted nods and murmurs came from the audience.
"Very good." He cleared his throat. "Today's procedure will be similar
to other procedures performed in this arena. Except for a few
additions." He handed the microphone to Allanya.
"As per our instructions, the patient will be completely feminized;
large breast implants, removal of ribs for a slimmer waist, hair
extensions, facial reconstruction, etc. However, he also wanted a few
unusual changes. The patient will have motor skills diminished; mostly
concerning speech and writing skills. She will still retain her
intelligence but will be unable to express complex thoughts. Also,
patient's height will be reduced. This will cause additional time for
recovery, but we should still be completed in the required time."
She handed the microphone back to the doctor.
"The estimated time for completion is expected to be 8-10 hours. I will
be taking breaks every 2-3 hours." He put down the microphone and
removed Kyle's mask.
"Let's get started." He said.
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