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Kristen's Story or Clockwork Kitten:
A Forced Feminization
by Alana Bonetto
PART I
I think If I hadn't been so cocky, I wouldn't have wound up where I am
now. I was a trim, hard-bodied guy with dreamy eyes, the kind of man-boy
women love. They always commented on my long hair my tight butt, my smooth
hairless body and my fat 9-incher. More often than not, it was no chore to
lure them into my bed. I played a careless game of seduction, and my
playing fields were the bars, discos and virtually anywhere women
congregated on the island of Manhattan.
One day I was in a computer store to get my Macbook fixed when this older
woman came in. She must have been around 35. She had a great body:
athletic, but with mouth-watering melon-sized boobs and a round, tight
ass. She wore her blond hair long with a strand hanging over one eye, kind
of like that old movie star Veronica Lake. The effect of that one crazy
strand just falling over her eye and spilling onto that dynamite rack was
so totally sexy that I just had to go over and talk to her, see if I could
get her into the sack. As I approached her I noticed the wedding ring, but
as that had never bothered me before, I struck up a conversation with her.
I knew immediately that she was interested. As we talked about nothing in
particular, her eyes wandered significantly to my crotch. More than once I
caught her licking her full lips then gazing directly into my eyes.
"My name is Celeste," she said. "It means heaven."
"Mine's Chris. It means mind-blowing sex."
"Is there somewhere we can go?" she said, when all thoughts of why I had
come to the store had been forgotten.
"Sure. My place is just up the street."
When I got her back to my place she nearly ripped my jeans off with her
teeth and swallowed my big cock. She stroked and licked it for all it was
worth and took my first load on her face. It drove me wild to see my cum
dribbling off her chin. I didn't have to wait before I was pumping another
load inside her as she screamed and grabbed my ass to pull me in deeper.
Afterward, we lay in bed and she ran her fingers over the muscles of my
stomach.
"I've got to get back or my husband will wonder where I've been."
"Okay," I said. It was all the same to me. I had things to do and didn't
need some bimbo hanging around cramping my style.
"Why don't you come over to my place tomorrow? My husband will be out and
we can fool around some more for a few hours."
I nodded okay, having already lost interest for the moment. She quickly
threw on her clothes and left. Before she closed the door to my apartment,
she turned and licked her lips again. "You...are going to be delicious."
"Going to be? I thought I was already quite a tasty treat for any girl."
She shot me a wicked grin and shut the door behind her.
The next day I glanced at the directions to get to her house on the upper
west side, but I there was no need to follow them. She had a place at the
Dakota, one of NYC's landmark buildings, where John Lennon lived, and
died, more than 30 years ago. I was ushered inside by a doorman in full
livery. He called at the desk in the foyer to announce me. I took the
elevator up to the 5th floor. She opened the door in a light blue
babydoll, and before I got both feet in the door she was tearing off my
clothes and going down on my engorged cock. She teased it with her tongue,
running the tip up and down the underside of the shaft and then suddenly
deep throating it with taut lips. That nearly made me cum right there and
then. When I couldn't take any more I lifted her up, walked across the
room and threw her down on a big leather sofa, entering her urgently and
pumping her hard before emptying my seed inside her as she screamed and
bucked with each spasm of my hips.
I was laying on the couch with this bitch-kitty in my arms when I heard a
voice in the other room accompanied by slow clapping.
"Bravo, my boy, bravo."
I jumped up and swiped my briefs from the floor. Celeste looked at me and
smiled like a naughty girl.
"Don't worry. It's just my husband, Dan. He wants to meet you."
"He what??" I said, trying to hide my balls behind the scant material of
my bikini briefs.
He appeared in the doorway. He was an incredible specimen of a man. Over
six feet tall and even more handsome than I was. Even though he was fully
dressed in a tailored grey suit that looked to be an Armani, I could see
that he worked out. His muscled rippled beneath his clothes and he moved
with an easy grace that could only be described as leonine. His face was
like sculptured marble, with a strong chin and just a hint of black
stubble. He wore his hair slightly long. His hands were long and graceful,
the nails manicured.
He sat in a chair opposite the sofa crossed his legs and smiled. "That was
quite a performance. I believe I worked up a sweat just watching from the
bedroom."
I didn't know what to say. I stood there with my mouth open and my
underwear clutched against my groin.
"Though I love my wife and want to indulge her every whim, I feel there
should be some kind of punishment for a man who does not respect the
property of another. After all, the bible counsels against coveting thy
neighbor's wife, no?" He chuckled softly.
Celeste giggled. "And, wow can he covet! Like a brahma bull."
"L-Look," I stammered. "I'm really sorry. I didn't know she was married.
I...I."
"Yes, I don't imagine you had much time to talk during your brief
encounters in the last two days. But you undoubtedly saw the ring on her
finger?"
"No...I mean, yes, but I thought if she was willing and I was willing
well..."
"Yes, yes," he said, nodding as though this was a perfectly reasonable
excuse. "But be that as it may, I still believe some restitution is in
order."
"Okay, so what do you want me to do? Say I'm sorry?" When he did not
answer, I added, "Or maybe you want to hit me? Go ahead, hit me if it
makes you feel better. I promise I'll never see her again."
"Oh, you'll be seeing quite a lot of her in the future, and me too. You
are about to become our house guest for, I would say, a good six months."
"House guest? I don't need to be your guest. I have my own place downtown.
Please, just let me out of here. I promise I won't come around anymore."
And just as I was about to make a run for the door, I felt a little pinch
in my thigh. I looked down to see Celeste injecting me with something in a
syringe.
"Go to sleep now, baby," she said with a little pout as everything went
dark.
My head swam and my limbs felt like warm butter. I struggled into
consciousness and forced my eyes open. I was in a small room that smelled
of a subtle perfume, the kind that the rich young women on 5th Avenue wore
on Saturday afternoons when they prowled Sachs and Cartier, the kind that
excites the male hormones.
The room had a fresh coat of rose paint, a woman's room, with dressing
table and chair, full length mirror, deep pile carpeting. The only light
came from a shaded lamp with an amber bulb on the night table. I lay on a
queen-size bed, the covers a deep lavender, the matching pillows fluffy
and lush. I thought I was waking up in the house of some woman I'd picked
up, but then I remembered: I'd been drugged.
I was still naked. I looked down at my body and realized that all of my
body hair had been removed, my chest smooth, my groin and balls shaved
clean. I sat up and my head began to swim. I looked down at my arm and saw
fresh puncture marks, as well as the one I remember on my left buttock,
where Celeste had stuck me with what I now knew was some kind of knockout
shot.
I got up and stumbled woozily to the door. Locked. I banged on it, but it
must have been reinforced because my fists just seemed to thud against it,
absorbing the impact.
As my head cleared I began to feel panic. I screamed for help at the top
of my lungs, but the room had been soundproofed; my voice reached the
walls and died. I spent what must have been the next few hours pacing the
room, occasionally yelling to be let out, though it became increasingly
obvious that no one could hear me. There were no windows, but I inspected
every square inch of the room for trap doors or hidden openings. When I
pressed on the far wall I heard a click and a gap appeared. I slid a panel
open and found a closet, but only women's clothing and lingerie hung
there, and a steamer trunk on the floor nearly overflowing with sex toys,
creams and lubricants.
Exhausted from the sheer weight of my dread, I lay down on the bed and
tried to calm myself. I steadied my breathing and listened to my body, as
I had learned from a woman I knew who taught yoga. I don't know exactly
how to put it into words, but something was wrong. I could feel it. I no
longer felt wholly like myself. I told myself it was just the stress of my
situation, but it was clear that I had somehow "softened" all over, for
lack of a better word.
I heard the chink of a chain and snap of a lock. The door opened. A man
walked into the room holding a tray with a plate of food and what looked
like syringes and small medicine bottles. Startled, I jumped off the bed
and covered my naked genitals with one of the pillows from the bed. Then I
realized that he was nearly naked, too. He wore a white g-string and
nothing else. He wasn't very tall, about my height. He looked like one of
those male cologne models, rugged, with a bit of beard stubble and long
black hair that reached to his shoulders. He had a swimmer's body, the
muscles long and well-defined, but not bulky like a bodybuilder.
"Hello, Chris," he said, and put the tray of food and drugs on the table
next to the door.
"Who are you?"
He smiled and folded his arms.
"I'm Jim. I am an orderly here."
"An orderly? I'm in a hospital?" I looked around at the four walls. "It
certainly doesn't look like any hospital room I've ever been in."
"No. Not a hospital. You're in Doctor Dan's clinic."
"Celeste's husband is a doctor?"
"Yes. A plastic surgeon, and a specialist in biochemistry."
"What the hell am I doing here?"
"I suppose you already know the answer to that." He rubbed one index
finger against the other. "You've been a bad boy." He laughed.
"What are you going to do to me?"
"Nothing that will do you any harm, but let's not worry about that now.
Are you comfortable? You've been unconscious for the last fourteen hours.
Do you need a massage?" He smirked lasciviously and took a step toward me.
I swiped another pillow from the bed and held it to my chest. I must have
looked like a fan dancer and. I felt completely vulnerable with only a few
pillows to fight off a sexual assault. "Hey! I'm not gay."
"I didn't say you were," he said. "I'm only here to make you comfortable,
and I'm a licensed masseuse. I wasn't propositioning you."
"No. I don't need any massage, damn it. I want to get out of here. Just
give me my clothes back and let me leave"
"Well, that's not going to happen for a while so why don't you just relax?
I've brought you some food." He pointed to the tray.
"I'm not hungry."
He shrugged. "Suit yourself, but I suggest you eat something. You'll be on
a strict diet while you're here, although there will be opportunities to
buy snacks once I explain to you our token system."
"Your what system?"
"Our token system. You will be asked to perform certain tasks every day.
If you do them to our satisfaction, you will receive some tokens. It's
like money."
"That ridiculous. I'm not going to play any stupid games."
"You're going to be our guest for at least six months so I highly
recommend you follow the rules. If you do, I guarantee you'll be treated
like a queen."
"You mean a king."
"Whatever. Now, sit on the bed. I have to give you your injections."
"Injections? What injections?"
"It's just a vitamin cocktail and other things for your health."
My skin crawled as he took the syringes and small medicine vials from the
tray. "No thanks. I don't need any vitamins and I'm certainly not going to
allow you to inject me with 'other things'"
His perpetual smile disappeared, and his face twisted into a menacing
frown. "It's not a choice." He took another step toward me so I had to
look up to see him. Now I felt both vulnerable and small. "Sit down on
the bed and give me your arm, unless you'd like me to call in the other
orderlies to hold you down."
I reluctantly sat on the bed while he gave me three injections. I gripped
the pillow tightly against my genitals and winced with each prick of the
needle.
"Now lay down for a while. The...vitamins can make you a little nauseous
the first few times you take them." And that's exactly what I immediately
experienced. I sensed a weakness in my limbs, my skin began to flush a
bright pink and the room began to spin.
He helped me lie down. When he leaned over to fluff the pillows, I smelled
his cologne, a rich, masculine smell. I caught myself becoming aroused,
then shook it off. What the hell is going on with me? I thought.
"Let me tell you about your first task," he said when I'd settled down on
the soft down pillows. The next time I come in I would like you to dress
in one of the outfits from the closet. It doesn't matter which one, just
wear one."
"But those are all women's clothes."
He held up a finger to quiet my protest. "Wear the clothes and I will
bring you some more to eat. If not, you will have to wait until the next
day to eat, and then the next until you comply. When you do comply you
will be given tokens. At the end of the week you can use the tokens to buy
whatever you like from our emporium. There are a lot of different kinds of
food there, as well as many other things for your amusement. Do you
understand everything I'm telling you?"
"Yes," I said. I was in no condition to argue, but I swore I'd get revenge
on this faggot when I regained my strength.
"Okay. That's all you need to know for now. Someone will be back soon to
look in on you." He turned to leave, and I watched him as he walked to the
door to go out.
I must have slept for a while. When I woke up, my chest itched. I got up
too quickly and my head spun a little. I went over to the tray and ate the
fruit that the orderly had left me. The panic I'd experienced earlier had
gone away. I felt calmer, but the situation was so surreal, I couldn't
really get my head around what was happening. Celeste's doctor husband,
jealous because I was fucking his wife, decides to punish me by locking me
up in a woman's bedroom. I'm attended by a naked gay orderly and given
injections of I don't what. I'm told to dress in women's clothes in order
to be rewarded with food. What the FUCK???
I explored the room again, but found nothing new except a lot of women's'
makeup in the dressing table drawers. There wasn't anything there that I
could use to attack the orderly and free myself when he came back, unless
I wanted to try stabbing him with a tube of lipstick.
My chest tingled. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, just an addition to the
generally weird sensations in my body. I was about to lie down again when
I heard the bolt thrown back. The orderly! Back already. I hadn't had time
to look for some clothes, but I probably wouldn't have done that anyway.
I'm just going to tell him to fuck off.
But it wasn't the orderly. It was Celeste. She wore tight jeans and a low
cut red blouse that showed a more than generous helping of her creamy
white cleavage. This time I didn't bother to cover myself. I just drank in
her body and breathed a sigh of relief that despite my strange arousal at
the scent of the orderly earlier, I was still aroused by the sight of a
beautiful woman.
"How are you doing, Chris?" she said with a little pout of apology.
"Not too well. I'm imprisoned here by your crazy husband and kept drugged
to keep me weak. Just for sleeping with you I'm getting tortured."
She widened her big green eyes in mock seriousness. "In the old days, you
might have been shot."
"This isn't the old days. Everybody fucks and fucks with everybody these
days."
"Just humor my husband," she said, sitting on the bed and putting her hand
on my thigh. "What can you lose? It's not like you have a job or any
family to worry about. You may even have fun and discover a few things
about yourself."
I sat up and removed her hand from my leg. "Oh, so now this is supposed to
be some kind of therapy? What he's doing is kidnapping. It's against the
law, and when I get out of here I'm going straight to the police. He's
going to get put away," I waved my arm around at my surroundings. "And
it's not going to be in some cushy woman's bedroom."
"I didn't come here to argue," she said and pulled her tight blouse off
her head. "Maybe I can help you feel a little better."
I did a double-take. "Are you nuts? The orderly could come back at any
second.
"Let him. I'll fuck you both," she said, and took my cock in her mouth.
Minutes later she was naked and riding me slowly, her double D tits
swaying slightly, the nipples inscribing circles in the air, her
glistening body illuminated by the soft light from the lamp on the
dressing table. She groaned as my cock slid slowly in and out.
"Oooo," she cooed. She leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Would you
like me to call in Jim, the orderly? He could fuck me in my ass with you
underneath buried deep in my pussy. It would be sooo hot!" Her pace
quickened and her breath came in short gasps.
I suddenly lost all control as I rammed my shaft home again and again and
we screamed in an exhausting mutual orgasm.
She swung her leg over and, lay on her side next to me, and and began to
rub my chest. Her long blond hair fanned out on the pillow. Her nails were
long and painted red, the tips of her pink nipples grazed mine.
"Mmm," she purred. "I needed that."
"I hope there aren't any cameras here. All I need is for your husband to
see that I haven't learned my lesson."
She waved her hand dismissively, "Oh, he doesn't care if I fuck you. He
knows who you are now."
Jesus, I thought. What a pair of lunatics. He concocts this elaborate
punishment for me because I fucked his wife, and now he doesn't care if I
nail her.
"You should do some exercise while you're here," she said, still rubbing
my chest. "You feel like you're losing a little muscle tone in your chest.
I like my men with hard pecs."
She was right. My body felt softer, I knew that, especially my chest.
During sex with her I had to concentrate more to stay hard almost until
the end when she offered to call the orderly. Imagining him standing over
her stuffing his cock into her ass, his muscles rippling, had taken me
over the edge. Were the drugs making me gay? Was that even possible?
She stayed with me a while longer, then got dressed. Before she opened the
door to leave she turned to me.
"If you want me to come back and keep you company, I'm going to ask you to
do something for me."
I shrugged like I didn't care, but it was lonely there in the room,
painfully lonely, and having her there calmed me.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Do whatever Jim tells you to do. This way your stay here will be much
more pleasant. We can have a lot of fun."
"Okay," I said. "But once I get out of here all bets are off. I'm going to
the police and have you all thrown in jail for keeping me here against my
will."
She smiled. "I'm not worried about that. When we're done with you I have a
feeling you won't want to leave."
She went out, leaving me to wonder what in hell she was talking about.
It seemed that days passed, although I could not be sure. I grew hungry. I
craved companionship of any kind. I'd hear a noise and hope it was Celeste
sneaking into the room. My body ached and, as best I could tell, I ran a
fever. My nipples swelled and reddened. My pectorals seemed to droop
slightly as I lost more muscle mass. I tried exercise when weakness didn't
completely incapacitate me, but I knew it was not enough. If I could just
get some food!
Jim had told me that if I wore some of the clothes in the closet, I would
get more to eat. I slid back the closet panel and took a long look inside.
I tried to find something that was not completely feminine, like a unitard
or a pair of baggy shorts and a t-shirt. Almost everything I saw had
frills or fur, the fabrics in pinks and pastels. I came across a
schoolgirl outfit: a white shirt and a very short plaid skirt. The white
shirt did not look too feminine, but I cringed at the thought of wearing
that skirt. I had no other choice. I was hungry and desperate and this
outfit would have to do.
I found a pair of white cotton panties that resembled a pair of jockey
shorts ?? although they had little pink flowers embroidered on them ?? and
put them on. I put on the shirt, left it open and tied it around my lower
chest, leaving my stomach bare. I got into the skirt and had to fiddle
with the zipper and clasp because they were in the back, until I realized
that I could fasten everything in front and then twist it around. Finally,
I found a pair of white socks and saddle shoes and slipped into them.
I found a mirror on the back of the panel inside the closet and stared at
myself in the mirror. I was shocked to see that the clothes did not seem
so alien on me. Subtle changes had occurred to my body and face,
everything a little smoother, a little rounder. I look like a cute young
girl, I thought. My cock stiffened. I teased my nipples and moaned. When I
couldn't stand it anymore I yanked down the panties and stroked myself to
orgasm while watching myself in the mirror.
Suddenly the door opened and Jim entered, flanked by two huge bouncer
types. I quickly pulled up the panties, slid open the door and stepped
out.
Jim gave me an admiring once over. "Hey, not bad! And here I thought I was
going to have trouble with you, so I brought Lance and Jason with me to
persuade you to get dressed." Lance was a big, blond surfer type. Jason
looked like one of those black bouncers at a disco. He was at least six
and a half feet tall. Both were heavily muscled, both wore white g-strings
like Jim.
Jim had a pill bottle in his fist. He popped open the cap and shook at a
red gelatin capsule.
"Here. Put this under your tongue and let it dissolve." He handed it to
me.
"What is it?" I said, taking it and turning the pill over in my hand.
"It's just something to relax you."
"I'm relaxed enough, thanks. I've been sleeping almost non-stop since I
was put in here."
"You're spoiling your new-found attitude of co-operation. Take the pill,
or my two friends here will help you." The two brutes nodded to me, to
each other and grunted.
I popped the pill in my mouth and let it dissolve..
"Very good! And you look so good. Turn around for me."
My face reddened. "Please. I don't want to...I'd feel..."
"Do it. Now."
I reluctantly did a 360.
Jim nodded his head and smirked. "Well, maybe the hair needs a little
work, and you could use some make-up, but all in good time. Are you ready
to go to the entertainment room?"
"The what?"
"It's a place you can relax and enjoy some movies and refreshments." At
the sound of 'refreshments,' my mouth watered. Finally some food.
They escorted me down a long corridor with doors set on both sides,
several feet apart (were there others like me in those rooms?). The
bodyguards flanked me while Jim led the way. When we reached the end of
the long corridor, Lance, the blond surfer, stepped forward and opened a
polished ok door. Jim went in first and Lance fell back to my flank to
usher me in.
It was a small room with a movie screen that filled the entire back wall.
One chair stood in the middle of the room, facing the screen. It had
restraints on the legs and arms. The bodyguards pulled me over to the
chair and pushed me into the seat.
"Hey! Wait! What are you going to do to me?"
Jim said "Nothing that you don't deserve." Then he smiled. He had a nice
smile. It relaxed me. It was a smile that made you feel safe. "Relax.
We're just going to show you a movie."
"Why do I need to be tied down?"
"The drug we gave you can relax you a little too much. We want to make
sure you don't slide off the chair." The two brutes laughed, but I didn't
get the joke.
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