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This story was written for the enjoyment of Adults only. Please feel free to send me comments on my work, I love hearing from you. Send any comments to [email protected]. THE SEA WHORE Written by 4play Chapter 1: The Capture Johnny The day was sunny and warm as I headed east on I-10 from Tucson. I was driving my new BMW convertible with the top down. My car had been an early graduation present from my Grandfather. I already had enough credits and a high enough GPA to graduate from Arizona State University but was going an extra semester to have a double major in Business and Finance. I was now headed for a job interview scheduled for 10:00 Am tomorrow. My plan was if I got the job I would buy a ring with my first months salary and ask Mary to be my wife. We had gone steady for over a year now. She still had another year of college to finish and that would be our engagement period. We could marry as soon as she graduated. I had stopped off in Tucson to pay my respects to Grandfather and Grandmother and was now on my way to Albuquerque. My plan was to spend the night in a motel there and get a good night's sleep before my interview. My suit and dress clothes were in the trunk of my car and I was wearing a polo shirt, shorts and sandals. I had just turned 22 years old and my future looked bright. I was only 5'6", 125lbs, and baby-faced, but very intelligent and deceivingly clever. Grandfather had founded and managed a major retail corporation which my father now ran as the CEO. I could have gone to work for them but wanted to get some experience elsewhere first. I knew that I would someday run their corporation but felt I should earn my spurs first. At Deming New Mexico I got off of the interstate and took the diagonal highway that led me to I-25 at Hatch. It was a two lane road with a reduced speed limit but it saved 75 miles of driving. When I was almost halfway to Hatch, I pulled into a rest area to use the restroom and stretch my legs a bit. I took the research paper I had made on the workings of the Corporation I was going to have an interview with me as I closed the door on a cubicle. I wanted to be able to talk intelligently during my interview. So I would read as I took care of nature's needs. Smoking Joe We had just experienced a great two week trip. I had three of the four cells of our gang with me. The fourth cell was back at our ranch in California. We made our money by making and selling Methamphetamine to wholesale dealers. Each of my three lieutenants had his 9 man cell behind him. With 31 Harleys rolling down the road nobody would mess with us. Not even a state trooper. With the doings at Sturgis as a cover we had delivered Crystal Meth to Minneapolis, Omaha, Kansas City, Denver and Albuquerque and were now on our way to Phoenix before heading home to California. This had been a stag trip and our bitches were left at home. I had a lot of cash in my saddlebags which would finance our next year's activities. On this two lane highway we were strung out in a long line. As we came to a rest area I decided to take a break and give the boys a bathroom and smoke break. A yellow BMW convertible was the only car in the parking lot. It looked brand new and even had a temporary tag on it. I got an inspired idea of how to make some bonus profit on this trip. I took Pete and his crew into the men's room with me. I could see two bare legs with sandals under the door of one stall. I motioned to two men to grab those feet and pull. When they did, they dragged the guy right off of the toilet and out under the door of the stall. He was a baby faced kid and he was clearly very frightened by us. The boys pulled his shorts off and tossed them to me. I checked his driver's license and saw his name was Johnny and he was 22 years old. The kid looked 16. He was perfect! I knew I could sell him to the gay doc, but first I wanted to destroy his pride and very manhood. The boys tore the T Shirt off of the boy and used the strips of cloth to tie his hands behind his back. They then pulled him to his feet. His body was nearly hairless and looked feminine. The boy was totally naked and helpless now. I said, "I saw a picture of a pretty girl in your wallet. Is that your girlfriend boy?" He nodded yes. I then asked, "Have you fucked her yet boy?" He blushed and hesitated to answer. I slapped his face and snarled, "Answer me Bitch". He had tears running down his cheeks when he said, "No sir, we are saving ourselves for our wedding night." I laughed and said, "Too bad Jenny, you may never fuck anyone then." I knew what his future held, he had no idea. The boy boldly said, "My name is Johnny not Jenny." The wimp had guts but little sense. I asked Pete, "Do you want to break the bitch in using the system you used with new bitches in prison?" Pete grinned and replied, "I'd love to Boss. I haven't had any boy pussy in a long time." Pete stood in front of the boy, took his young face into his hands and asked, "Have any men used your pussy Jenny?". The boy was very scared now but meekly said, "No sir, I am not gay." Pete smiled as he told the boy, "Since this will be your first time I will make it special for you. You will remember the day you lost your cherry forever." Pete then grabbed the boy by his neck and led him into an open stall. He kicked the boys ankles to get him to spread his legs widely and then bent him over. Pete opened his pants and placed the head of his erect cock at the boy's pink anus. He then told the boy, "Jenny I want you to push back against me as I fuck you. Your struggles make it better for me." The boy now begged, "Please don't do that to me sir. My father has a lot of money and he will pay you to let me go." Pete laughed and rammed his cock forcefully up the virgin asshole. The boy let out a pitiful moaning sound. Pete now shoved the boy's head into the water in the toilet bowl. He held it there for a full 30 seconds before pulling him up for air. As Pete pulled partway out the boy could breathe. On the inward stroke the boy's head was once more submerged. The on looking gang members were enjoying the show. Pete kept raping the poor kid for a good 10 minutes before shooting his load deep inside of his victim. He then pulled out and pushed to boy to the floor in front of me. He asked the boy, "Aren't you going to thank me for making you a bitch Jenny.? Tell Daddy thank you sweetly girl." The boy's hair was soaking wet and he was crying openly but he said, "Thank you Daddy for making me a bitch. Can I please get dressed and go now Daddy?" Pete looked at me for guidance. I said, "Jenny the fun is just beginning. Now you get to your feet and dance for the men." We watched him struggle to his feet and begin dancing without music. He was encouraged to wiggle his ass and do some bumps and grinds like a stripper. The men were clapping in rhythm for him. After a few minutes of this humiliating display I let him stop. I told Pete to stay here and sent his team out with instructions to send in the B team. I knew the boy was hoping someone would come and stop her ordeal. But I knew the number of bikes and bikers would deter anyone from stopping here. While the B team was using Jenny I went outside to make a few calls using my disposable cell phone. It was untraceable to me. I called the gay doc in Juarez and described our boy. He agreed to pay $2500 cash for him. I told the doc that his prize would be there in less than 3 hours. The next call was to Pablo who was a captain in the drug cartel. Palo loved cars and when I told him we had a new BMW convertible which would be delivered to the gay doc in Juarez he agreed to deliver $60,000 wholesale value worth of Cocaine to the Motel 6 in San Antonio to pay for the car. He knew the car would be delivered and I knew the coke would be mine by morning. I also made calls to the dealers in Denver Houston, and Phoenix where I would be selling the coke. We would sell the stuff for $300,000 to them. When I went back into the men's room one of the B team boys had just finished fucking Jenny. The poor wretch acted like she was in shock. I told Pete to change out of his leathers into slacks and a sport shirt. I sent the B team out and called for the C team. The head man of the C team was Brutus. Brutus was a big muscular black man whose very appearance was menacing. He was wearing jeans with leather chaps and a leather vest and a German WWII helmet. Brutus asked the boy, "What is your name girl?" The boy meekly said, "My name is Jenny sir." Brutus smiled and said, "You may unbutton my fly and pull out my cock Jenny." The poor boy said, "But sir, my hands are tied behind me." Brutus told one of his boys to untie his hands. As soon as his hands were free the boy knelt before Brutus and unbuttoned his fly. When he pulled that big black cock out he was shocked by how big it was. When hard Brutus had an honest 12" cock and it was also thick. It was truly a monster. Brutus told the boy, "You may kiss it Jenny. Then beg me to fuck you." The boy was now blindly following orders like a puppet. His will had been broken completely. He kissed the head of that monster cock and then looked up into Brutus's eyes and sweetly asked, "Will you please fuck me with your beautiful cock sir?" Brutus loved to have a white wimp beg to be fucked by him and he said, "Bend over and guide my cock into your pussy Jenny. Work it slowly in by backing up onto it as best you can. Jenny." The new "girl" slowly worked the big cock deeper and deeper inside of his "pussy". I knew it hurt her a lot but she was afraid to stop backing it inside of her. Once the boy was fully impaled on Brutus's Cock the big black man lifted his feet off of the ground and used the boy's body like a fist to jack himself off. A few minutes was all it took before he came deep inside of his victim. After he had shot his load Brutus lifted the bitch off of his cock and placed her gently on the floor with her ass pointing up. At that moment I steeped forward and poured half of my flask of Vodka into the bloody and gaping asshole of the bitch. Alcohol taken that way was more than 4 times as intoxicating as it bypassed the bodies natural defenses. The bitch was instantly very, very drunk. We picked her up to her feet and she staggered and fell unconscious. I told Pete the address of the gay doc and he programmed that into the BMW's GPS. I handed Pete the keys to the car while a couple of men were stuffing the bitch into the trunk of his car. I told Pete the price was $2500 and that he could have $1,000 of that for delivering our captive. Have some fun with a whore and meet us in the Motel 6 by the interstate. One of the doubled up riders would bring his bike to the Motel. As he drove off he looked every bit the tourist. Once that car entered Mexico it would never been seen again in the USA. Pablo would use it until he tired of it and then give it as a gift to one of his underlings. The dope he had bought it with had probably cost him less than $5000 and he was swimming in cash. Chapter 2: The Conversion Johnny I slowly woke up from what I hoped was a horrible nightmare to find I was strapped to a hard table with my head in a padded vise. I was unable to move at all and my mouth was held wide open by a metal device. I was blindfolded and something was clamped to my tongue. The soreness in my ass let me know that my defilement had been very real. I knew I was naked except something was fastened to my chest. It seemed like a long time before I heard voices. A man with a deep voice was telling someone that he was now going to pull some of my teeth! He explained that he would only pull 4 a day to lessen the strain on me. I could do nothing to prevent him from doing what he wanted to me. He started by pulling two front teeth from the center of my upper jaw and then pulled the two similar teeth from my bottom jaw. He packed the bloody holes with cotton. He told his assistant he would pull 4 teeth a day until I was toothless. I was terrified and helpless. My wonderful smile was gone for good now. The man patted me on the cheek and explained, "You are going to be a whore and no man wants to risk his cock in a mouth with teeth.." He covered my bloody mouth with a towel to keep the flies from laying eggs in it. I was being fed with a drip in my arm and had a catheter in my penis. The man told his helper, "Turning boys into whores is my hobby and it is a pleasure to do it. I do make a small profit from it as well. I Paid $2500 for this bitch and I will sell her for $30, 000. Now let me show you the pump. He jammed a big needle into my left nipple. He explained to his helper, "I have set the pump to inject a 5 ml dose of the heated chemical into that breast every 5 minutes. It will take 16 hours and 40 minutes to inject a full liter. This chemical is very dense and will settle between and behind the ribs. When the full liter is in her the mold will be full and her breast will be the ideal female breast." The man was giving me a female breast! The pump was started and they left the room. All night I tried to sleep but I felt the warm injection every 5 minutes. The pulse was meant to simulate a male orgasm and to fill the form slow enough to avoid stretch marks on the breast. After a long time I heard the voice again. "Good Morning bitch, I hope you are comfortable." was all he said to me. He then went on to explained to his helper, "I will now pull one tooth from either side of the gaps top and bottom. It is systematic and appeals to my sense of order. It gives the bitch something to anticipate." He then proceeded to extract 4 more of my teeth. He was turning me into a hag. They left me alone for some time before returning. He said, "It is time for the catalyst bitch. This will seem very hot for a bit but it is just the chemical reaction, In 20 minutes your breast will be solid plastic covered by skin. He pulled out the tube that had been filling my breast with the chemical and shot a hypodermic needle full of some clear fluid into the breast through the hole in my nipple. Instantly I felt the heat burning in my breast. I was unable to move and just had to endure the heat until the chemical reaction was finished. The man told me your new breast will be beautiful and you will have gained 2 kilograms in weight. We will let you rest today bitch. As the man was about to leave he told his assistant, "Masturbate the bitch and feed her semen. She needs to get used to the taste of the stuff." I heard an electric motor running as the slats my legs were strapped to split apart spreading my legs apart.. I felt a hand on my penis and it began stroking me. the owner of that hand was very skillfully bringing me close to orgasm. He unplugged the catheter hose from my urine bag and put the end into my mouth. A soft voice said, "Come for me baby. Do it now." I shot my biggest orgasm ever in spasms which left me weak and spent. The assistant worked my semen through the tubing and into my mouth. He said, "Swallow it all baby, You will be sucking a lot of cocks and must always swallow their cum. Men get offended if you spit it out." When I had swallowed my semen he hooked the tube back to the urine sack and covered my mouth again. The assistant was a girl. She left me alone and I was soon sound asleep. The next time I heard them must have been the next day because the man again greeted me by saying " Good morning bitch. I hope you slept well." When I tried to talk the clamp on my tongue caused only meaningless garbage to come out of my mouth. The man said, "We might as well get started. He began pulling four more teeth from my mouth. When he finished I had lost 16 of my teeth so far. half of my teeth were gone. The next teeth pulled would be big ones. I had been captured by the biker gang on Monday so I figured it was now Friday. The man now removed my blindfold and I was blinded by the bright light overhead. I could see the man when my eyes got used to the light. He was a tall man who was wearing a white lab coat and a surgical mask. His assistant looked like a young girl., too young to be a nurse. She was also wearing a lab coat and mask. The man forced the pump tube into my breast through the nipple. It hurt a lot as it entered my body. He then set the pump the same as he had before. Every five minutes I would be getting a spurt of the warm chemical. It would take another 16 hours and 40 minutes before my breast would fill the metal form. The man in charge left and then his assistant sat on a stool and began stroking my penis, She talked lovingly to me as she masturbated her captive.. When I had my orgasm again I spurted his cum into my mouth. He said, "Come on sweetie, swallow it for me." She patted me lightly on the cheek and walked out turning off the lights as she left. I was left alone in the dark with just the intermittent sound of the pump to keep me company. I would have another sleepless night. I had fluid draining into me and urine flowing out periodically. My jaw was so sore from being held open for so long I was not sure it would ever work again. I cried but had no tears left. They could do whatever they wanted with me and I was powerless to resist. All I could do was wait for them to return to pull more of my teeth. When the lights came on again, I could see the nipple jutting out of the hole in the top of the breast form. The pump had shut off so I knew my breast was now full of the chemical. The man looked in my mouth and got his tool and slowly pulled out four of my molars over the span of an hour or so. He told me, "In a few more days you will be toothless and I can remove that frame from your mouth and that clamp from your tongue." I would be glad to be able to close my mouth and perhaps eat some real food. The man next turned his attention to my breast. He pulled the pump probe out of me and then injected a hypo of catalyst into the hole left by the probe. Just like before the chemical reaction generated a lot of heat while it completed its work. After a half hour or so the man removed the metal breast mold and raised me into a sitting position. He held up a mirror so I could see how my new breasts looked. If those breasts had been on a woman they would have been perfect! He told me, "They are attached to your ribs and are now solid plastic covered with a thin layer of muscle and fat. The will never jiggle and cannot be removed. You will never need to wear a bra. You will need to keep your spine straight and your shoulders back to accommodate the weight of these beauties. They weigh 2 Kilograms each. I thought of my science training and realized that 2 kilograms was over 5 pounds. I would be lugging around over 10 pounds of added weight on my chest for life. Also in the mirror I could see into my open mouth. It was a gaping empty hole. I was being turned into a freak by people I had never met before I came here. The man allowed me to spend a long time sitting up in front of the mirror. It felt good to sit up for a change but I hated what I saw in the mirror. My chest looked like that of a movie star actress, my mouth looked like it belonged to a hobo wino. I hoped that in three more days my torment would be over. Maybe when I was out of teeth they would let me go. But then I remembered that the man had said something about selling me. I thought slavery had ended with the Civil War. True to his word the man removed the brace holding my mouth wide open as soon as he had extracted the last of my wisdom teeth. I was finally able to close my mouth. It felt very strange when my gums met for the first time. He had also removed the clamp on my tongue. I found that the clamp had been resting on a stud which had been put in my tongue while I was passed out. When I was able to talk I managed to ask the man, "Why are you doing this to me sir?". My voice sounded very different with no teeth. He told me, "You are being prepared to be a sea whore. There is nothing you can do to stop me. You will be going to sea with the tuna fleet as a comfort girl. Many of the crews are married men but they still need a sexual outlet on trips that range from 3 months to 6 months. You will be fed and have a compartment of your own. Men will come to you for sexual relief. You must never refuse them anything they want. You will live only as long as you please them. If they are not happy with you they will kill you and convert you to chum." The question burst from my lips, "But sir, why me?" He said, "Because you were available and blonds are highly desired by the Mexican crew members. The more feminine you are the better they will like you, so I am really doing you a favor with what I am doing to you. You need to start thinking like a whore. You want every man you service to think he is special to you." Think like a whore? I was a young college student about to graduate with honors. How was I going to make men think I wanted them to use me for sex? I was in love with Mary! The man removed the feeding tube from my arm and his assistant brought in a bowl of mush and began feeding it to me a spoonful at a time. With no teeth I could not eat solid food. The assistant told me, "This is a special mixture designed for you baby, A bowl of this twice a day and your body will get all the nutrition and vitamins it needs, You will emit very little waste. The Captain that buys you will also get a 6 month supply of "Bitch Food" freeze dried and in bags. If you live longer than that he can buy more from us." So I was to survive on a couple of bowls of mush a day? My life had been so full of promise a short time ago, but now looked very bleak. When I finished my meal the man brought in a device and used it to pierce both of my ears. The pain was sharp but brief. He put hoop earrings in the new holes and soldered them closed. He let me see my new jewelry in the mirror. He told me, "A few more days and you can get up and about on your feet bitch. We still have a few more details to attend to. He took a few pictures of me before he and his assistant left me alone in the dark. At least now I had some idea of what was in store for me. I was able to sleep tonight. I awoke when the lights were turned on and turned to see the assistant coming towards me, She told me, "I am going to clean your pierced ears for you baby. We don't want them to get infected." She washed my ears with alcohol. When she finished with my ears she picked up a razor and dry shaved my scrotum. I asked her, "Why are you doing that Ma'am?". She answered, "The doctor will be doing a procedure in a few minutes and that hair must be gone. You have very little hair anyway sweetie." She was right, I have very little body hair and what I have is blond. The assistant had called the man the doctor. I wondered what sort of a procedure required shaving my scrotum. I hoped he was a medical doctor not a professor or dentist or even worse a veterinarian. Although I was really in the position of a animal in a lab used for experimentation. The doctor would do whatever he wanted with me. When the doctor walked in he was carrying a tray with some instruments on. He was masked and wearing gloves. The table parted causing my legs to spread widely. The Doctor taped my penis to my stomach. By lifting my head I could see the head of my penis with the tube sticking out of it pointing right at my face. The doctor sprayed my bald scrotum with something and then picked up a scalpel and cut a big slit down the middle of my ball sack. The assistant set up a mirror so I could watch the procedure. The doctor was clamping off tubes and veins. He then cut those tubes and veins and removed both of my testicles from my body completely. He had just castrated me! He laid each testicle on the tray and proceeded to cauterize the ends of the tubes and veins had cut. He then removed all of the clamps he had used on me. I then saw him remove the protective coating from one testicle and put it with the rest of the discarded stuff. He then took a hypodermic needle full of the chemical he had used to form my breasts and injected it into the testicle causing it to swell to half again it's size. A small hypo filled with catalyst was then injected. The chemical reaction actually made the testicle steam. The same process was repeated on the other testicle. After a few minutes of waiting the doctor picked up one testicle and dropped in on the metal tray. It landed with a thud. My testicle was now plastic So was the other one. When the doctor rolled one into the other it made a loud click. He said, "Perfect.", and placed both of the big plastic testicles back into my now empty scrotum. As he sewed up the cut he had made he told me, "Some men will grab you by your balls and if they do you will feel no pain. An interesting thing you will soon notice is they will click as you walk," When he finished stitching me up, he took the tray with the discarded stuff and walked out of the room. His assistant removed the tape from my penis and put it back in it's normal place. She kissed me on the forehead and left turning off the light. I was stunned. I could not believe what I had just seen them do to me. I could never be a man again. In less than two weeks I had been changed from a bright male college student into a freak with plastic boobs, plastic balls and no teeth. I cried bitter tears. I had been ruined. The light came back on and the assistant walked in with my evening bowl of mush. She raised my bed up so I was sitting up. She saw my tears and tried to comfort me. She softly talked to me as she fed me spoonful after spoonful of my gruel. She told me, "It is not so bad being without balls sweetie, Doc castrated me 2 years ago. I no longer have erections but then I was never going to fuck anybody anyway." She took a tissue and wiped away my tears. I told her, "But, I have a girlfriend and was soon to be engaged to marry her." The assistant told me, "That will never happen now. You have a different future now. You need to learn to get pleasure by pleasing men. I have done that and am very happy living with Doc." She was right. As I saw myself in the mirror I knew Mary would never marry me now. No woman would ever want a freak like me. When my bowl of food was empty the assistant said, "I have an idea that may make you feel better sweetie. I am going to fix your up with some makeup to make you look pretty." She left before I could tell her I didn't want any makeup. For the next hour my eyebrows were plucked into a fine feminine arch, my nails painted red, a base coat of makeup applied to my face and mascara and eyebrow pencil used on my eyes. When he put a blonde wig on my head and lipstick on my mouth I looked very feminine indeed. I looked like a girl men would love. If I was going to be a girl I wanted to be a pretty one. If what the doc had told me was true my life now depended on pleasing the crew of whatever ship I was on. I resolved to be a good whore until I could figure a way out of my predicament. I had to stay alive. The next morning I awoke to find the assistant bringing my breakfast bowl of food and a small glass of orange juice. She showed me as he added a full eyedropper if a clear chemical to the orange juice. She explained, "Now that your testicles are no longer functional you will need to take hormones to keep your body working sweetie. Do this with every meal and you will be fine." I asked her what the hormone was and she told me it was estrogen. " Doc would not have gone to all this trouble to make you girly if he wanted you to be a male.." , she added. Doc's trouble? I was the one in trouble here. She unfastened my hands and let me feed myself for the first time since I had been here. The orange juice tasted slightly bitter but was drinkable. I ate my gruel with a spoon and sitting up with the use of my hands. It felt good to have even this limited freedom. The Doc came in and examined my stitches and told me, "You are healing well bitch. You can get up and walk a bit if you can walk with your legs spread wide enough so the scrotum hangs free." I told him, "Thank you sir, that would be very nice." He then said, "I am going to buy your new collar bitch. What girls' name would you like to use?" That question was totally unexpected and the only one I could think of fart was the one the bikers had called me. I told him, "Jenny sir.". He smiled and said, "Very well Jenny that is the name we will have put on your collar." The assistant released my bonds and helped me to stand on the floor. I was still naked and barefoot. As I stood with my legs apart I felt more weight in my scrotum than before. My scrotum hung much lower than ever before as well. I pointed to my scrotum and looked puzzled. The assistant smiled and said, "Remember that the plastic is much denser and heavier than your old balls were. You will get used to the extra weight." As we walked slowly around the room I could hear my plastic balls clicking together. The sound reminded me of the sound heard when playing marbles. The extra weight caused my ball sack to swing like a pendulum. I had to keep my shoulders pushed back to offset the weight of over ten pounds of plastic in my boobs. In a short time I was tired and went back to bed. Later in the day I went walking again. I knew I had to build up my stamina and get my strength back. This time we walked over to a vanity and the assistant taught me how to apply my own makeup. She explained, "You must never let any man see you without your makeup sweetie. It is vital that they think you are naturally pretty. Since the assistant have been so nice to me I decided to ask her name. " Please Ma'am, may I ask your name." He said, "My girl name is Betty. My other name is long gone." She lowered her mask and I could see her face was made up and pretty. Se opened her lab coat and showed me her tits. She told me, "I wear a 32A bra and my tits are not plastic. You now have plastic balls, I have none, The doc relieved me of them before I reached puberty. I have never had to shave." He then added, "I bet you don't shave often do you Jenny?" I admitted that I didn't. He told me," In time you will never have to shave your face Jenny." The doc returned and told me I looked pretty. He then placed a collar around my neck. I was made of soft leather, black and had a brass nameplate on it that bore the name "JENNY". As it surrounded my neck and closed I heard a metallic click. It was locked on me now. The doc explained to me, "It has a titanium cable inside of it. It will have to be cut off with a torch so you will wear it for life Jenny." From that day on I was never called bitch again by the doctor. My name was Jenny. The Doctor told me, "You are ready to sell now girl, but the man who is buying you is still at sea so I am going to teach you some additional skills to make you even more highly valued. You could live through this experience Jenny." I had every intention of doing just that. If I had to be a whore to survive I would be a good one. The Doctor told me, "Kneel in front of me and look up into my eyes. Make me believe you crave my cock." Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined I would be doing anything like this, but I knelt in front of him and looked up into his eyes. He then told me, "Now undo my pants and take out my cock girl." I did as he said and he said, "Now kiss the head respectfully and lick along the whole length of the cock." I obeyed him. The Doctor reminded me, "Smile like you are thrilled to have the opportunity to suck my cock girl. Men want to think you need what they have to offer." So I was to be cheerful as I degraded myself. When I had the Doctor's cock in my mouth and was sucking away he thrust his cock to the back of my throat which caused me to gag and choke. He told me, "Jenny you are in luck, I have some medicine to cure that gag reflex. It was developed to stop snoring but it deadens the gag reflex so men can bang their cocks against the back of your throat and you won't feel a thing." He sprayed the back of my mouth and then began fucking my mouth. My toothless mouth was a mere receptacle to be used for the pleasure and relief of men. The spray worked wonders and I no longer gagged on his cock. The Doctor rammed his organ in and out of my mouth until he shuddered and spurted his semen into my throat. He told me, "Now you swallow it all and act like you just got a big treat from the man." I did as I was told and said, "Yummy, thank you sir." He patted me on the head and said, "You will make a good whore Jenny." He then left the room and I rinsed out my mouth with water. Betty brought me a dildo and told me, "You are to practice sucking on this sweetie. Try to deep throat it if you can." Although I felt foolish doing it, I did practice slurping and sucking. I found that if I sprayed my throat and tilted my head back like a sword swallower I could take the dildo down into my throat. I could hardly wait to show the Doctor my new talent. On the Doctor's next visit I showed him how I without using my hands I could gobble the dildo down my throat clear down to the balls. I could hold it there and move my throat muscles too. It caused my eyes to tear up but I could do it. He patted me on the head and praised me saying, "Good Girl Jenny I am very proud of you." I was actually proud of my achievement. The Doctor helped me up from my knees and led me to my bed, He told me, "When a man wants to fuck you, you should stand beside the bed, legs spread and ass offered to the man. You should make him think you desire him more than he needs you." I assumed the position and answered, "Yes sir, I understand.". He then told me, "Most men will enter you like this.", and rammed his cock up my ass. It hurt a lot and I squealed in pain. He pulled out of me and said, "Take my cock and place it at your entrance. If you use your muscles properly you can pull my cock slowly inside of you. Learn that trick and you can control the pace." He handed me my dildo saying, "Practice that Jenny." He left turning off the light. There I was learning to suck a cock up my ass by using my colon muscles. Hour after hour I practiced until I finally managed to do it. I then learned to expel the cock which was a lot more natural process. I discovered that I could work the dildo in and out of my ass without using my hands. Just using muscular control I was able to fuck myself! Strange as it may seem it seemed pleasurable and even caused me to leak pre-cum. I had been turned into a girl. I shed a few tears but kept pleasuring myself for some time. The Doctor was very pleased when I showed him how I could move a cock in and out using no hands. He told me, "Jenny you are my masterpiece. Your new owner will be here tomorrow and I have decided to raise the price I get for you." I had just got somewhat used to this place and now I would be leaving? He told me, "I am selling you to the nicest captain I know. Do your duty and you will have an easy time in his service." Chapter 3: The Job Betty woke me early and got me to dress and put on my makeup. I was to look pretty even before breakfast. I drank my glass of orange juice spiked with estrogen and ate my bowl of mush. I wore only a robe and high heeled shoes. I looked pretty with my blonde wig on. Betty presented me with a two strand necklace made of my own teeth which had been pulled out of my mouth. She had drilled a small hole in each tooth and put them in order on a thin gold chain. She gave me a tongue kiss while she put it on me. She told me, "Jenny you still have all of your teeth. They are just in a different location now." She giggled and pranced out of the room. The Doctor came in accompanied by a tall muscular man. The Doctor told me, "Stand up Jenny and drop your robe off. The Captain wants to see what he is buying." So the big man was to be my owner. I stood up and shed my robe leaving me naked except for the heels and wig. I had to open my mouth for the man, turn around and walk across the room. As I walked swaying my hips my plastic gonads clicked together. The Doctor told me, "Get your dildo and show the Captain your oral and anal special talents Jenny. I was the only naked person in the room and felt self conscious about it, but I got my dildo and knelt on the floor. I put the tip of the fake cock into my mouth and tilted my head back. I gobbled the dildo down to the balls and then moved it most of the way out repeating that maneuver several times to demonstrate my oral skills. Even a few repetitions of this would make it hard for me to talk for some time afterwards. The next thing I did was to take the slimy dildo and put the head of the fake cock at the entrance of my asshole and putting my ass in the air I began working it inside of me. I was able to work it clear in to the balls of the dildo which drew a nod of approval from the Captain. When I moved it partway out and then back in again he was very impressed. He told the Doctor, "You are right Doc. Jenny is a very special girl. I will pay the higher price for her." The Doctor then told me, "Get dressed and ready to leave girl." The two men concluded the deal. The Captain counted out $45,000 in US currency and the Doctor Gave him a cart with a 6 month supply of Jenny chow, a supply of estrogen. Betty handed me a makeup kit in a teak wood box and a suitcase with the rest of my clothes already packed in it. The Captain put a pair of welders goggles on me which left me unable to see, I was led to the garage and seated in a van, my food and medicine were loaded into the back of the van. The Captain sat beside me and the van backed out of the garage. We were on the way. Someone else had to be driving the van since my owner sat beside me. As we rode the Captain told me about my duties. They were much like the Doctor had told me to expect. I was going to have to please any man who came to my cabin. His ship had a guest cabin to be used by company big wigs but since he was their best Captain none of them bothered to go to sea with him. My cabin was next to the Captain's own quarters and across the corridor from that of the First Mate. Towards the end of his remarks he told me, "Jenny I know this is not your choice of jobs but if you perform well you will be treated nicely. I have paid a lot of money for you and you are to keep my crew happy and satisfied. They might fight over a lady but they pretend they don't use you. It is a well kept secret that on my ship we have a Sea Whore. I get the best crews and they are very loyal to me." I was learning a lot about what I could expect from my owner. He finished by saying, "You serve me well for three years and I will set you free Jenny." He had given me a reason to live! After a long drive I was led up a gangplank and through some doors until I was told to take off the goggles. I was in my cabin. The Captain told me, "Sorry about the goggles girl but if you learn the name of my ship or my name I will have to kill you. No names will ever be used by the crew or my officers to identify anyone." I looked around my new home. It had a double bed along one wall and a vanity and two doors on the opposite wall. One door led to the head and the other was a small closet. The Captain told me, "When we are in port no man will bother you. In home port they have wives and girlfriends or can use the local prostitutes. When we are at sea your porthole will be uncovered so you can see out. Try to be happy here Jenny. It will make things easier for you." He turned and left me alone. We remained in port for two more full days before I awoke in the night to the hum of engines and felt we were moving. I got out of bed and flipped the switch that turned on the green light over my cabin door. That light had to be on whenever I was alone in my cabin. The other switch beside the first turned on the red light to show I was being used by another man. I was a one person whorehouse. The sea got rougher and I guessed we had cleared the harbor. My cabin door opened and in walked a medium sized Mexican man. Of course he was Mexican! The entire crew was made up of Mexican men. The light was always on in my cabin and I saw the man point to his fly. I turned on the red light and knelt in front of him. Since I had been sleeping I wore only a nightie. I knelt on the steel deck and opened his fly. I pulled out his cock, kissed the head and took it into my mouth. After a few minutes of sucking he shot his load into my mouth. I swallowed and said, "That was yummy sir, thank you" He left my cabin without saying one word. The first week was rather busy for me. We were heading towards the fishing grounds and the crew members all wanted to try out the new whore. I found out the crew worked a six hour shift and then had 6 hours off. At change of shift I almost always had a customer in my room. I began to learn what each man wanted and how to meet his needs as quickly as possible. For example, the old cook was a married man and had 6 kids. He never had sex with me but once a week or so he would come into my cabin. I would rim his ass and he would masturbate. He liked me so much he started mixing my mush with beef broth instead of water to give it some flavor. He knew his secret would be safe with me. Some men wanted to fuck me roughly, many merely wanted me to suck them off. The days when they put out the nets were a day of rest for me. The crew was too busy to bother with me. They often worked a 12 hour shift gathering the tuna and cleaning them. My first cruise lasted three and a half months during which I was well used by all but the Captain. I never saw him after he left my cabin the first day. Even the Mates and cadets had used me for relief. The first afternoon in home port the Captain came into my cabin. I went to turn on the red light and he told me, "No need for that Jenny, I came to bring you a present. You have done well on your first voyage and the crew all like you. He gave me a laptop computer with some games on it. I cried when I received it. He also gave me an external hard drive that had a thousand movies on it. He said, "We will be in port three weeks this time and I wanted you to have some diversions. The cook's helper will still bring you your food." The Captain then sat on my bed beside me and said, "You did very well this trip and I have decided that you deserve a promotion." Promotion? Anything had to be better that being a whore. He said, "You will be a waitress serving the officer's mess. We eat at 0600, 1200, 1800, and 2400 every day. you will get a cart of food from the cook, set the table and serve the food to the officers. When they finish eating you will hand wash the china used and return to you cabin. It should take you an hour or so four times a day and you will be paid for it as a steward. I will keep track of your earnings and you will be paid on your independence day." I was to be a whore for free and be paid to be a waitress? I thanked him profusely. He left and I sat at my vanity and fired up my new laptop. I played a few games of solitaire and then hooked up the movie hard drive. It seemed every Disney movie was there and the rest were chick flicks, Not a war movie nor a western was to be found therein. I had no internet account so I could play games and watch movies. Three weeks is a long time to be alone. My only human contact was the cook's helper who brought my food twice a day. My new stewardess uniforms were delivered to my room. They were all the same. A short black miniskirt, a white blouse and a starched white apron. They were to be worn with black heels and of course no bra nor panties. I was to be a sluttish waitress for the officers. I learned there was of course the Captain, a First Mate, a Second Mate and a Third Mate. These officers worked watches and ran the ship. The Captain was of course always in charge. Also at the officers mess were two cadets training to become mates and the helicopter pilot. His job was to scout for big bunches of Tuna which would justify putting out the nets. The pilot was an ex-US army pilot and he also maintained his craft. He was one of the men who loved to remain motionless and let me masturbate him with my colon muscles. I manipulated his cock and felt in control of the man. He thought I craved his cock. Serving the officer's meals was a pleasant experience and it got me out of my cabin sometimes. They treated me like a lady and I of course was duly subservient. Even when they were pulling in the nets the officers would eat a meal. They would eat in two shifts but had a full meal. One day after finishing my duties at the noon meal I walked out on the walkway by the bridge and could see the men at work. The Tuna would pour out of the net and the men would grab them and fillet them. They were very skilled at that work. The man would make a slice down one side of the spine, a cut behind the head of the fish and then a horizontal cut one third of the way down from the top. The fillet was then severed from the tail. A similar fillet was cut from the lower third of the tuna's same side. The fish was flipped over and the same process repeated on the other side. The middle third and head of the fish were thrown into a hole in the deck. One of the Cadets told me the middle part is all blood and bones. The men doing that work could get the fillets from two fish a minute. The fillets were sent below to be packed in ice. The scraps and trash fish went to the chum locker. The men would be working for up to twelve hours straight and I knew I would not be used today. I went to my cabin and wrote in the journal I was keeping in my laptop for a bit and then took a nap. I caught my sleep whenever I could. Uninterrupted sleep was a luxury except when in port. That night at the midnight meal the Captain told me to report to his cabin when my duties were finished. I wondered if I had done something seriously wrong. I remembered the Doctor saying something about me winding up as chum and got very nervous. The thought of being ground up with the garbage and fish guts was horrible. I finished my shift and reported to the Captain's Cabin. When I knocked on the door the Captain told me to enter. When I entered he told me, "Take off your uniform and lay on the bed Jenny." So the man was just horny and wanted to use his property. I took off my serving uniform and knelt on the bed with my ass in the air. He told me, "Lay on your back Jenny I want to look at your face while we play." He undressed himself and got into the bed with me. He lifted my legs and pressed my knees to my chest and slowly entered me. He used long slow strokes in and out and very gently. He was making love to me not fucking me. He talked softly as he was doing me. He told me how he had gone to sea as a Cadet at the age of fifteen. He learned fast and soon was a Mate. He became a captain at the age of twenty five and had been in charge of a fishing boat ever since. He was nearing fifty now and had never been married. I now understood the man was lonely. With his crew he had to be in charge and fully in control at all times. With me he could be human and sweet. He made love to me and even kissed me for a long time before he came deep inside of me. He gave me a glass of wine when he got up and dressed. I sat up and sipped my wine and happened to notice a video screen above his desk. It displayed my room. The Captain could see everything that happened in there. I suddenly felt very ashamed. I asked him, "Were you spying on me sir?" He smiled and told me, "No Jenny, that was only to protect you. If some man had gotten to rough with you I would have stopped him and he would have no more use of you and never sail with me again." Even though he was trying to reassure me I knew he had seem most of the things I had done with and for the crew members. When I finished my wine I clutched my clothes to my chest and went to my cabin. I washed myself and put on my nightie and went to sleep. I had slept only a short time when the Second Mate entered my cabin and wanted a blow job before he went to bed. I had pleased the Captain but was rudely reminded that I was still the Sea Whore. From that night on I was to serve the Captain two or three nights a week except when in port. My time with him was always after the midnight chow shift was completed when most of the crew was sleeping. My owner enjoyed the hours I spent with him and I felt loved during those hours. This pattern lasted up until I had started into my third year of service. We had been in home port for over 2 weeks and I was watching Bambi on my computer for the 5th time when the Captain and Second Mate came into my room leading a young Mexican wearing welders goggles. Her boobs were exactly like my own. She had to be another of the Doctor's creations. She was also wearing a short skirt, heels and a necklace with the nameplate Rosita. She kept her mouth closed while I was there but I knew she would have no teeth left in there. I was sure she would be a copy of myself. The Captain told me, "Jenny you are to move your things into my cabin. This will now be where Rosita lives and works. I made three trips carrying my uniforms, skirts and blouses and my computer stuff into the Captains quarters. It was a much bigger space than I had enjoyed before and I even had a separate chest and closet for my few things. When the Captain joined me he explained, "I told the crew it was time for a new whore on this ship. The truth is I wanted you all for myself girl. You will keep your stewardess duties and be doing my laundry and other household duties for me. You will now have sex only with me." I was very pleased and flattered. The Captain had made me his mistress. No other man would be pawing me now. I would have the run of the ship. When the Captain went to the bridge I asked if I might talk to Rosita. He gave me permission. I opened her door and introduced myself. I opened my mouth and robe exposing my toothless face and my modified body. I asked her, "Rosita please show me yourself. The Doctor probably did the same to both of us." She opened her blouse and lifted her skirt while opening her mouth wide. Except for our skin color and hair color we could be twins. She had boobs identical to mine except after 2 years of being on estrogen mine had developed some breast tissue over the plastic form. Her breast were still skin stretched over plastic. Rosita also had the same stubby 2" stub that had once been her cock. We hugged each other. For the next hour or so we sat beside each other on her bed and I told her what to expect. I assured her that the Captain was a fair man and if she did her job well she would be well treated. I think she felt better when I left to get into uniform for the noon meal. I was the only person on the ship who knew how she must be feeling now. She would not have to service a man until we left port but then she would be busy. The crew would be anxious to try out their new sea whore. As things turned out Rosita managed her duties very well and I loved my new freedom. My stewardess duties only took me a little over four hours a day and my cabin duties another few hours. I kept the Captain's clothes cleaned and ironed as well as my own things. I did the laundry to keep us in clean sheets. I changed our sheets daily and the Captain was the best dressed man on the ship. I was free to wander the ship in my spare time and even got to go up in the helicopter a few times. The view from there was fabulous. My last year on the ship was a happy time for me. There was none of the pressure of getting straight A's in school nor the uncertainty of being the sea whore for a horny crew of men. When the Captain was in his bed so was I there beside him. Some nights we would make love, other nights just cuddle a bit. As my release date grew nearer I began to wonder about my future. I supposed my father might find a place for me in his business. I could not imagine going back to college to retake my last semester looking as I do now. At sea I looked good to horny men, but on a college campus I would be a freak. By now my hair was shoulder length and there was no way I could ever hide my big boobs. I was stuck being a female for life. My last day of my 3 year commitment were still at sea. The Captain told me, "Today you are free Jenny. I will have the helicopter fly you to Acapulco as we are still a week from our home port. You can take a bus from there to Juarez. Take this card and find this dentist. He has assured me that by using the teeth from your necklace he can make you a set of dentures that will be just like your original teeth. He will send me the bill. It is a present from me to you." I was surprised to learn that it might be possible for me to eat real food again and have a toothy smile. I thanked him profusely and packed my suitcase. The Captain now handed me an envelope and told me, "This is your pay for being our stewardess. The officers and I are rewarding you for the work you did in our mess room." I did some mental arithmetic and found I had earned the equivalent of $15,000 US dollars. He then handed me a second envelope stuffed with pesos. He explained, "This money comes from the required tip from the crew members for each use of you. The standard tip is deducted from their pay. They leave a note in the tip box and I keep track of what is owed. The standard tip is 25 pesos for a blow job, 50 for a fuck and 75 for anything kinky." I had been sucking men off for a $3.66 tip and getting fucked for twice that! I had been much cheaper than a common street whore and available at sea. The Captain told me, "To save you the trouble of counting it, you have 200,000 pesos in that envelope. You should have enough money to get you a new start in life Jenny." I did a rough calculation and figured I had over $43,000 US, more than enough money to get home on. I had not been a total slave after all. The Captain must have added a tip for each time we made love as well as the crew had. The Captain who I had always called sir kissed me warmly while we were still in our cabin. He handed me a nice purse to carry my money in and slipped a cell phone in there as well. He told me, "I shall miss you very much Jenny and if you ever need anything you can call me on this prepaid phone. It will reach me by satellite if I am at sea." He led me to the helicopter was warming up and helped me get on board. George the pilot had his orders and flew me over 60 miles to set me down on a deserted beach near the resort area. Chapter 4: Released Once I stepped on solid ground I was a free man, It was the fourth of July. I walked into town and bought a bus ticket to Ciudad Juarez. It took me three days of riding on what had once been a school bus in the USA to reach my destination. I took a cab to the address of the dentist. I showed him the card I had been given and handed him my tooth necklace. He had me sit in his dental chair and made a mold of my gums out of clay. He told me, "I can make you a set of dentures that you will be proud to own but it will take me a week or so Jenny." He knew my name? Of course he had read my collar. He asked me, "Do you have a place to stay girl?" I told him, "No sir, I just got to town." He told me, "You can sleep on a cot in the back girl but you must suck me off daily. Agreed?" I thought that after all the blow jobs I had given for $3.66 apiece which was cheaper than any hotel I could find. I smiled and nodded yes. One blowjob a day was not much for an experienced cocksucker. True to his word the dentist had my dentures ready seven days later. When he had them in my mouth and faced me towards a mirror my smile was just as I remembered it being, except now I was wearing lipstick and had long blonde hair fixed into braids. I looked like I had imagined Heidi to look like when I read that book as a child. I was now ready to reenter the USA. In my absence there had been a law enacted requiring Americans traveling to Mexico to have a passport to reenter the United States. I had no such thing and no way to get one. I decided to just go to the border and explain that I had been captured and held against my will. I knew I could never tell them anything that could harm my Captain. I cared too much for him now to jeopardize his future. The border crossing was less than two blocks from my dentist's office. It seemed that the first few blocks on the Mexican side of the border were filled with dentist offices and drug stores. Americans came across the border to get cheap dental work done and to buy drugs that required a prescription in the US. The drugs were cheaper and one didn't need to see a doctor to buy antibiotics. Carrying only my suitcase and my purse I walked the short distance to the border. There was a line of American tourists waiting to return home. I waited my turn in the line until it was my turn and then told the man at the booth, "Sir I have no identification but I am an American citizen who was kidnapped and sold." He looked at me strangely and called his supervisor. The Lieutenant took me into a room in the back of the building and had me tell him why I had no passport and was trying to enter his country. He listened to my story and since I had used the term kidnapped he put in a call to the local FBI office. He put me into a cell with my suitcase and purse. He told me, "It will be a couple of hours but there will be a couple of FBI agents here to interview you and I think an agent from the AFI, the Mexican version of their FBI. Just relax and if your story holds true you can be on your way before too long." He didn't seem to notice the clicking my balls made when I walked. About noon three men dressed in dark suits walked into the room. One man was a Mexican the other both white. I was released from my cell and taken to an interrogation room. They questioned me for a long time but I told them what I could without causing my Captain a problem. When they asked me the name of the ship I told them all I knew was it was about 80 meters long, had a blue hull and a white superstructure and it had a helicopter on it. The Mexican man said, "I know those fishing boats. There are over 100 of those owned by a corporation. They all carry a helicopter." He then took my purse and dumped it out on the table. When they saw all of the money I had and the cell phone they got furious with me. "Why are you jacking us around whore. No kidnap victim gets paid and has a cell phone to call for help." The Mexican man then said, "I have heard that some submissive queers will have their bodies altered and serve the fishermen at sea. We have never been able to prove that since the crewmen will not talk about it and we dare not interfere with those ships. They are and important source of revenue and jobs for our people." One of the FBI men had me stand up and strip naked. He squeezed my breasts and announced, "They are plastic alright." He had me remove my teeth and show them my open mouth. The other FBI man said, "At least the whore was telling us the truth about her modifications, but they could have been done at her request. Let's fingerprint her and run those through the system." They asked me, "Have you ever been fingerprinted Jenny? " I replied, "Yes I was when I tried to join the ROTC program at ASU. At my physical they said I was too small to be an officer." They laughed at that. I was fingerprinted and allowed to get dressed again before being returned to my cell. The nicer FBI guy told me, "I will rush the checking procedure for you and try to get you freed. But you know you tried to enter without a passport and there will be problems to overcome. You told me your name and I will call your father and maybe he can send a lawyer to you. Good luck." The hours in a cell pass slowly, but the time spent alone in my cabin had prepared me for boredom. I was fed 3 times a day for each of the 3 full days I was held there. My estrogen was in my suitcase and secured in a locker. I worried I would become sick without it but my keepers would not allow me access to it. On the morning of the fourth day since I had crossed the border the friendly FBI man came back and got me released. He told me, "Your prints checked our Johnny. You are indeed a citizen of the United States and you are free to go now. Can I drop you off someplace as a way to make up for your stay here?" I asked him, "Could you please take me to a bank sir? I need to change my pesos into dollars." He winked at me and said, "Sure thing Johnny." As we walked out to his unmarked car, he actually patted me on the ass. I felt violated but smiled sweetly. I had learned how to deal with men like him. He drove me to the bank and waited while I changed my money into dollars. In his car after I had dollars he had me put most of my money into my suitcase and just carry a little amount in my purse. He drove me to the Greyhound depot where I bought a bus ticket to Phoenix. Dad had sent no lawyer but I had to see him and explain what had happened to me. The bus stopped at ever little burg and so I did not get to Phoenix until late at night, I checked in to a cheap hotel near the bus depot and went to sleep. Chapter 5: Rejected It was still dark when I woke up as my body was used to my serving the 6AM meal. I had not slept clear through a night since I was kidnapped. I took a shower and did my makeup and got dressed. I even wore a light jacket over my blouse since my blouses were all nearly transparent. They had been selected to make me more desirable to the crew but now they seemed trashy. I would have to buy some much more practical clothes. I looked like a hooker on the make in the clothes I wore now. A block from my hotel I found a diner and stopped to have some breakfast. I ordered two fried eggs and toast. My new teeth bothered me some but I was able to eat real food now and I had always loved fried eggs. While eating nothing but mush for 3 years I had almost forgotten how good food could taste. I savored every bite and every sip of coffee. I was also killing time so that I would arrive at Father's office around 10 AM. I was nervous about how he might react to me. My father's office was only 10 blocks from the diner and an easy walk. I noticed people staring at me but ignored them. I took the elevator to the 19th floor and found his office complex. After a deep breath to gather my courage I entered and went to his secretaries desk. I told her, "Abraham Anderson is my father and I would like to see him." She looked at me strangely and finally pushed the intercom button and announced, "Mister Anderson there is a person out here claiming you are it's father. Shall I call security? " His voice came back saying, "No Agnes, show it in here." The lady stood up and opened the door to his office to let me enter. The heavy door closed behind me and I walked across the plush carpeting to stand in front of his desk. I said, "Hello father, I am Johnny." He dig not stand, offer to shake my hand or even hug me to welcome me home. He looked at me with disgust. My father told me, "Tell me what happened to you Jenny." That damned collar had my name on it. I told him how I had been at