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Porn Story.
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Penny Farthing.
I knew I shouldn't have done it, but it was becoming an obsession?yeah,
like the perfume?I was really into internet porn. I read it at every
spare moment, even in my lunch hour in work, which was where the problem
arose.
I liked the dirty stuff, forcing girls to do things against their will,
raping and buggering, that sort of non-consensual stuff?the internet is
full of it. My fave stories were how some stuck up, butter wouldn't melt
type, was turned into a cum loving slut. How I imagined controlling some
woman in that way filled my day dreams. Alas the reality was different.
I worked in an office the only man amongst a group of women who varied
in age and physical type enormously.
We had two teenagers, two twenty somethings and a thirtyish?they were
the most fuckable ones?they were all stuck up and had boyfriends. Next
were two in their forties, and I suppose if you put a bag over their
heads, they would be okay for a quick shag. Finally, the queen bee of
our office, was Madge, who was ancient, she must have been over
fifty?well compared to my twenty three, she seemed ancient. She was
married to Ron, who owned the business?he was away much of the time
getting orders, so Madge actually ran things?we were a pharmaceuticals
wholesaler.
The problem occurred when I was on a week's holiday. I came back and
noticed a frostiness from the girls and was told to report to Madge. I
had no idea what the problem was.
"You asked to see me, Mrs Heller?"
"Ah yes, Robin, come in." She got out a file from the cabinet behind her
and glanced through it in such a way that I couldn't see what she was
doing. "This is quite serious, Robin, if not very serious."
"It is?" I gulped finding it difficult to swallow.
"Yes, I don't know whether to deal with it internally or if we need to
involve the police."
"The police?" I gasped, sweating profusely.
"Yes, and as we have two minors in the office, I wonder if it could end
up with the sex offenders register. You can see, it's serious, can't
you?"
I nodded, unable to speak?to say I was terrified was an understatement
of titanic proportions. I felt close to collapse. I pointed at the chair
and she nodded. I slumped into it and held my head in my hands. It was a
nightmare, yet I also became aware that my tool was standing out
straight in my trousers. I hoped it hadn't been noticed by my boss.
When I composed myself a little, she continued, I'm not sure I heard it
all my ears didn't seem to be listening too well and the bit between
them wasn't processing what they did catch. I was blushing and sweating
and had to loosen my tie which was threatening to strangle me.
"You haven't heard a word of what I said, have you?" she asked me.
"Yes, I lied, I got most of it."
"Please recap for me then."
"I?um?I can't." I hung my head in shame.
"I read you a list of your crimes, which include using your office
computer for downloading filth from the internet, most of which is about
violence to women. There is a series of emails to a friend about what
you'd like to do to several of the women in the office?along with
several photographs of them. You appear to have place some sort of
webcam in the ladies' toilet and there are several clips you've shared
with a variety of online perverts like yourself."
I'd put the webcam in the women's bog for about a month, working late
one evening I installed it and removed it a few weeks later. It was so
easy and got some good pics of the girls in all sorts of unconscious
poses and states of undress. I'd not used an office computer for that,
but they must have accessed my email accounts and found them. It was a
stupid thing to do, accessing that account from work. I'd also made a
couple of thousand selling it. In fact was about to buy a better,
smaller camera for series number two. She knew about that too. I was in
deepest shit.
"So, Robin, you see you are in serious trouble, which I suspect the
police would have little difficulty in getting a prosecution from and
which would not only get you a criminal record, a five star listing on
the offender's register, but quite possibly a custodial sentence."
I gulped, blushed and nodded, in that order I think.
"We have to decide what to do. I can obviously sack you and report you
to the police who will then presumably investigate and charge you. I
have all the evidence, including your accounts. She pointed to a pair of
box files on top of the filing cabinet. The evidence?but don't get any
ideas of trying to remove it, it's all digitally copied and stored
safely elsewhere." I groaned. "Would you like that solution, Robin?"
I shook my head, I was silently crying now?I was ruined.
"I could I suppose deal with it internally, would you prefer that?"
I nodded as tears streamed down my face.
"Maybe I should involve the ladies in the office, they seemed to have
been as much victims of this as anyone, shouldn't they have a say in how
we resolve it?"
I shrugged, throwing me to the wolves? I was dead anyway, did it matter
what happened to my body?
"I need an answer, Robin."
"Yes, I suppose so, Mrs Heller."
"I know they are very upset by these findings and some of them suggested
their male partners might like to get some revenge upon you. I don't
like violence, which is the only reason why I've suggested that I
discuss it with you first."
"Thank you."
"So what are we to do, Robin? Tell the police or do it ourselves?"
"I'd prefer not to involve the police."
"Okay, so we deal with it internally?"
"Yes please."
"Fine, I'd like you to sign these forms so we can start the process."
"Are you going to sack me?" I was aware the recession meant jobs were
hard to find.
"I don't know yet, when you're working you do so very well, however, the
ladies in your office feel slighted by you and require some sort of
reparation if you understand me, a form of recompense for the hurt
you've caused them, or we turn them over to their partners?which could
get rather messy, if you see my point?"
The idea of being beaten to death didn't inspire me, I flinched and
nodded.
"These forms are a written confession that you did what we are charging
you with, that you give us carte blanche to punish you, and if we don't
receive what we consider to be a satisfactory outcome, we pass
everything over to the police."
"That's not fair," I complained, "you punish me and then call the
police."
"I said if it's not resolved to our satisfaction."
"I suppose that means getting my head kicked in, does it?"
"No, I don't want any violence. No one is going to hit or kick you."
I signed the forms. She took them and put them in the safe.
"Now, there are going to be some changes around here. You will go out to
your computer and order the following items and pay for them with your
credit or charge card. Make sure you get the sizes correct or you'll be
wasting your own money. Then come back to me, you have some
appointments this afternoon, I don't want you to be late."
In a daze and with a background of sniggers, I ordered over a thousand
pounds of products from specified websites to be sent to my flat. I felt
humiliated to say the least, but my dick was rock hard?I know, it was
shock to me.
Back in the ogress's office, I was told my next part of the ordeal. "You
have two appointments. In half an hour, you are going to go to this
beauty salon and asked them to give you acrylic nails in this colour."
It was hot pink. "You will ask for the longest they can do." Blushing
and on the verge of tears, I nodded. "You will ask them to pierce your
ears three times in each lobe and once at the top of your ear." I gulped
and nodded. "Then you will ask them to shape your eyebrows and do a full
body wax, including your genital area. You will make a follow up
appointment for waxing and will tell them you will require a regular
follow up appointment, the period will be at the advice of your
therapist. You will naturally pay for this service and tip the girls
generously."
I wrote down what I was to have done, it was terrifying, except I was as
hard as iron in one small place.
"You will buy some red satin panties and a matching bra on the way back
to the office where you will change into them in the toilet. I will tell
you of the second appointment. You need to hurry, or you will be late."
The salon was on my route into and out of work. I'd suggested fantasies
where women were changed into sluts there. No wonder I had to go there,
I wonder if they knew about my emails."
"I believe you're expecting me," I said to the bimbo receptionist, mind
you I wouldn't mind showing her a good time, getting those lovely thick
lips around my stick.
"You must be the sissy we were expecting, Robin, isn't it?" she spoke in
a little girl voice but it deafened me, and her blue eyes although
smiling, were as cold as ice?they knew about my emails. "Are you ready
for the sissy?" she called and one or two women clients giggled.
I had to ask for the nails and then the colour. Then I had to sit there
while a girl called Tess, did them, smirking all the time. In twenty
minutes I had inch long bright pink talons. In another ten, I had eight
piercings in my ears, three in each lobe and one at the top of my ears.
They were stinging like mad and I began to realise a pattern. I was
requesting each of these things.
After my next request, all the hair was stripped from my eyebrows,
except two thin high arcing lines, they were then dyed dark brown. If
they'd been red they wouldn't have shown against my now almost
permanently blushing face. With sparkling pink stoned ear studs and thin
eyebrows, my appearance was becoming increasingly feminine. When I
touched my sore brows with my long painted finger tips, I nearly died,
except I was hard in one place.
Then after asking them, loudly enough for there to be witnesses, I was
waxed all over. My arms, legs, body, groin, chest, back,
stomach?everywhere. Only the hair on my head and my eyelashes were
unaffected?oh and my femmy eyebrows, but they'd been done moments
before.
I'd spent several hundred pounds at the salon and was given a follow up
appointment for brows and body, some three weeks later. At this rate,
I'd be a basket case or dead before then.
I bought the lingerie with my card as instructed and got back to the
office at four. The sniggers as I went through the office were unhidden.
As I knocked on Mrs Heller's door, there was loud guffawing behind me.
I showed her the lingerie and she sent me off to put them on in the
toilet. I did so and redressed, the bra showed under my white shirt. I
returned to her office.
"Now, Robin, you have to make Grosvenor Avenue by five so I suggest you
hurry. You will be seeing Dr Robertson, who is a plastic surgeon, he's
also engaged to Ruth." One of the girls in the office, the prettiest
one, and the one to whom I'd wanted to do the most of my pornographic
changes. I gulped.
"You will ask him for three things, to put you on female hormones, to
give you collagen injections so you have real cocksucker lips, and you
will ask him to give you collagen injections in your nipples. Tell him
he can't make them big enough for you. Then you will offer to suck his
cock to test your lips and make an appointment for a breast enlargement
surgery."
"I can't do that," I protested.
"Oh but you can and will, or the police will arrest our sissy pervert
and I'm sure being sent to prison will get you all the cock-sucking you
could desire."
I nearly collapsed, she offered me a pill which I took and within twenty
minutes I felt more relaxed. I went into the private surgery and met Dr
Robertson. I explained what I wanted, and he taped the whole thing. With
clever questioning, he made me tell him I wanted to look as much like a
sexy woman as I could.
He made me strip off to my red bra and pants, which made him snort. I
went roughly the same colour as my underwear. He touched my hairless and
smooth body, making complimentary noises?had I been a female. Then he
gave me a hormone implant in the stomach, a shot of testosterone
blocker, and two lots of hormones, one in each buttock and they hurt.
But that was nothing to the pain from the jabs in my lips and nipples. I
don't know how much collagen he put in, but there were several very
painful injections in each lip and then into each nipple, which swelled
up to nearly an inch in length and three quarters of an inch diameter.
He put on some plastic shields which he glued in place to keep them in
shape. My nipples were bright red and aching like mad, as were my lips.
"Will you let me give you a blow job, to test my cock sucker lips,
please."
He refused telling me it was unprofessional for a doctor to have any
sort of relations with a patient. Then he switched off the tape, took
off his white coat and pushed me down to my knees. You can guess what
happened next, and I had to swallow it.
"That's for Ruth," he said taking a photo of me looking up at the camera
with my swollen lips wrapped around his dick, my swollen nipples pulled
out over the top of my bra as I knelt beneath him. "It'll be on your new
website." He also told me I'd need to come back weekly for further shots
in my nipples and lips, he winked when he said lips, and I knew what he
hoped to be shooting between them each time.
Despite my sore face, arse, nipples and lips, I couldn't stop wanking.
Watching the pink talons pulling my pudding and imagining they belonged
to Ruth, made me come again and again.
The next morning two large boxes arrived. My instructions were to call
Mrs Heller when they did. The delivery man sniggered at my eyebrows and
nails, he only saw the latter because I had to sign his computer thing
to say I'd taken delivery. If he called me a sissy, I was to engage him
in conversation and offer him a blow job.
He muttered sissy under his breath and I asked him to repeat it, then
five minutes later he went on his way and I threw up in the bathroom,
unable to rid myself of the taste of his cum.
Mrs Heller had informed me to put up a webcam in my bedroom, my sitting
room and the bathroom. She had watched and probably recorded my pink
nails holding his dick while I sucked on it.
She watched online as I unpacked the boxes. This stuff was so hot on a
female body, on mine it was going to look gay and effeminate, a
fetishist's dream. I had to give myself an enema, filling and emptying
my bowels three times till the water ran clear. Then I had to lube
myself up and insert the smallest of the butt plugs. It was very hard
and certainly took my attention from my nipples.
Then I had to model all the items. It was mid morning before she made me
hang up most of them in my wardrobe, and pull off my pudding several
times during the fashion show, collecting it in my hand and licking it
off.
I next had to make sure I was very clean shaven, then to wear some of
the items. I pleaded with her but she was adamant and I gave in, crying
as I did so. I had to wear my red lingerie again with red fishnet stay
up stockings, over this I had to don a see through red, sleeveless, back
fastening blouse and some black PVC stretch shorts, with matching three
inch stiletto heeled ankle boots. On the way to the office I was told to
call in at the salon and buy the nail varnish to repair any chipped
nails and the matching lipstick and to ask them to dye my eyelashes
black and to fit permanent false ones.
How was I going to survive?
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