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Permanently Tucked -------------------- This work of fiction is not for the sweet/sentimental reader as it follows the forced feminization life style of a man. Comments welcome at [email protected]. All standard disclaimers apply and the story may not be downloaded for anything other than personal pleasure without consent of the author. ---------------------- Let me tell you a little about myself. I'm middle aged, married, in a professional job. All normal so far, except that I have been attracted to wearing panties my whole life. This was a joy I indulged very carefully in secret. But as time went on, this wasn't enough, and I added some women's trousers to my wardrobe of male trousers. I delighted in the frisson of having a vpl; the chance that someone could tell or at least have the suspicion of my underwear choice was very exciting; the fit and fabrics of these allowed that far better than male trousers. Some of you will recognise how upended my life became when I realised that I was unhappy with my body form, and actually longed to have a female body. I started to use a gaff to tuck, to give myself a more appropriate look, and because the fit of the women's trousers demanded it. Somehow I managed to maintain this for a couple of years without discovery. Until my wife, Polly, found out. It was inevitable. She found a pair of knickers that I hadn't hidden well enough. All hell broke loose, and it all came crashing out. We came close to breaking up, but for promises that I would revert to "normal behaviour." My knickers all went into hiding, but the trousers remained - I'm not sure she realised I had them. Our relationship improved, but despite my best intentions, the urge returned, and I occasionally, and then in increasing spates began to wear panties again. Once again I got caught. Having reassured herself that I loved her, she overlooked it. However, it was the sex aspect of our lives that suffered severely, and we barely indulged once a year. I was caught a third time which did nothing to help this. It was the fourth time that I was caught that proved the breaking point. Her frustration at me, and the lack of sex, boiled over. I would never, knowing all that I do about my wife, have expected in a million years what happened next. It had been a normal day, and after dinner, we returned to the living room. She calmly asked me whether I was wearing panties. She had spotted a lace edge vpl. And, she continued, had done so several times over the previous weeks. I stammered a rebuttal. I was forced to lower my trousers, exposing to my embarrassment, my knickers, and the tucked flat appearance that belied the underlying male genitalia. She demanded I show her where everything was hidden. It turned out she had been doing some research of her own, and knew all about tucking, as well as another sordid little secret. I had always fantasised about being fucked like a girl, and left full of cum, which would then leak out into my panties. I had obviously been indiscreet with my web browser history. She went to bed, disgusted. I tentatively followed a couple of hours later. I did not awake for 2 weeks, and when I did, I wasn't in my own bed. I discovered a heavy dressing, well stuck down over genital and chest areas. My wife was waiting for me. To my increasing shock, she explained how things were going to change, and how some already had. I had been in a hospital, and she had had a few modifications made to me. My balls had been tucked away, and could no longer descend back into the scrotum, which had been virtually all but removed. She could not hide her glee as she explained the masterpiece of surgery though. A ligature had been placed within my penis to prevent erections. A cut had been made along the centre of the perineum, and the now flaccid skin on the underside of the shrunken penis had also been cut along the entire length. The skin of the penis was sutured to that of the perineum, attaching the penis to it permanently. Unfortunately for me, she happily explained, there had been too much penile skin, so some had to be removed. This meant that even if I wished to have this undone, there would now be insufficient penile skin to stretch around the circumference of the penis. As a necessity of the operation, all my pubic hair had been removed. I had also had small breast implants inserted. Polly's smile was truly vindictive as she described their specialised nature; although only a B cup, and very natural in appearance and feel, they were filled with a unique super heavy silicone. Their actual weight was closer to that of a pair of tits double their size. She gloated as she sketched out what this meant for me; I would now be permanently flat fronted, and have to sit to use the loo like a girl. I would need to wear a bra all the time unless I wanted neck, back and shoulder pains, not to mention the breasts becoming very stretched. Masturbation would now be virtually impossible. The only way to orgasm would be prostate stimulation, and of course, normal sex would now be out of the question. The surgeon who had done this then joined us. He removed the dressings, and gave me a handheld mirror allowing me to see for the first time what was left of my sex organs and chest. I was in complete shock. In the mirror, the remnants of my penis were only slightly visible as a bulge of tissue starting at the root of the penis and travelling downwards. So short was it, that the head was visible just past the midpoint of what was the perineum. My wife pulled out a bag from the cupboard, and tossed it onto the bed. A pair of tiny bright pink lacy brazilian cut knickers and a bra fell onto the bed. As we now had to leave the room, and having no clothes available to me, I had no choice but to put on the underwear. I was aware of the very foreign weight of the breasts pulling me forward as I bent over to put on the too small knickers. As I pulled them up, the back slid between my arse cheeks tightly, and the head of my cock nestled into the centre of the gusset. A completely smooth feminine like look was apparent at the front. Putting on the bright pink lace bra for the first time was an experience, but the mild relief from the weight pulling on my chest was welcome. A pair of thin white linen trousers and a white tshirt with "Gurls do it best" emblazoned on the front followed. I realised from the mirror on the wall, that the pattern of the panties through the trousers was clearly visible over my bum, and the outline and pattern of the bra quite obvious too. I was forced to walk out of the hospital to the car, quite obviously a man with tits and wearing panties and bra. The crease of the trousers was nestled up the crack of my bum, framing my cheeks and making the cut of the panties even more obvious. My wife chattered all the way home. I'm not sure I said a word, still in shock. As soon as we walked through the front door, her demeanour changed; it was made clear that certain changes had been made in our relationship. Since I hadn't been performing my bedroom duties, and was now no longer capable of doing so, she was going to take the lead. She told me to go upstairs to our bedroom. Following close behind me, she slapped my bum several times, and laughed, her tone slightly menacing. There, she showed me my wardrobe, which now sported a large lock to which she kept the key. She threw it open, and I was not surprised to see that she had been through my cupboard. Some rearrangement had taken place... My underwear drawers now only contained panties. "I have added a bunch of thongs. I can see you getting very intimate with them from now on, especially as all your panties are at least two sizes too small" she gloated. Rifling through the drawer, the only styles there were thongs and briefs with skimpily cut backs. As I held up a pair, she sneered "Get used to it darling. There's always going to be something wedged up your arse from now on." Sitting in the drawer with the panties was a box of panty liners. "You might find you need those" she said, pointing at them. "The male anatomy was never meant to be forced backwards like that, so you might find you drip a bit after you wee the surgeon said." "So what is the box of tampons for?" I asked. "Well there is only one place you have that they could go. You work it out." The drawer below the panties contained a couple of bras. "We'll have to take you shopping for some new bras. I could only guess your size." she said."You might also need some new clothes too. I have thrown out all your trousers, except these two pairs. They seem to be women's sizing. You kept those quiet, didn't you?" she barked. "I've thrown out all of your t-shirts as well. You won't be needing them anymore, as I've replaced them all with camisoles and bodies. From now on, you will wear what I allow you to." "This is unbelievable," I shouted, my shock turning to rage. "This can't be happening. I'm going to call the police. This is assault." "Do you really think I didn't think of that?" she replied, a little too sweetly for my liking. "Whilst you were in hospital, we had several long chats, and you were quite forthcoming about your predilections, although you may not remember. You even wrote down everything you wanted done, and signed a request and authorisation for them to be done at the hospital, complete with all the necessary waivers. The bills are all in your name, and paid with your signed cheques. There are plenty of witnesses! I also have you on video explaining. I haven't told your family or friends of your 'perversions'" she said scornfully, "but I'm itching to have a reason to do so, so you had better do as you are told." My parents, to whom I was very close, were really quite frail, and conservative. News of this kind could prove the end of them I feared, so she had me over a barrel for the meantime. "Now stop fucking about, and get changed for bed. You'll find your new nightwear lying on it. I want to play with my new toys tonight, and that includes you honey." Saying this, she opened her bedside drawer, and pulled out a large strap on dildo, waving it at me, smiling cruelly. "No fucking way," I shouted. "You're not fucking me with that." "You're right she said. I'm not. Not yet anyway. You are going to fuck me. But in a couple of weeks when you are desperate for an orgasm, we'll see how attractive this looks to you then. I told you earlier, there's always going to be something wedged up your arse from now on, whether it is me, or your knickers. Now get changed." Lying on the bed was a pretty mid thigh length underwired negligee. With little choice, I got changed. She made me remove my panties before roughly strapping the dildo onto me, ensuring the strap running between my legs was as tight as possible, crushing the remnants of my cock. Pushing me down onto the bed, she straddled me, and slowly lowered herself onto the plastic cock. She took her time, pleasuring herself leisurely, knowing how humiliating it was for me to lie there beneath her, unable to feel anything beyond discomfort. When at last she finished, she picked up my panties, and dried off her sopping pussy, and then the shaft of the dildo with the crotch of them. She dropped the soaking knickers, stinking of her sex, on my face. "Put them on, now." As I pulled them up, the cold wet pungent fabric stuck to my cock, and felt clammy as I pulled it up between my bum cheeks. A disturbed night followed. It was an odd sensation sleeping with breasts and the restriction of the compulsory bra around my chest; the negligee kept riding up and bunching below them. I awoke in the morning with the negligee like that, and my wife's hand inside my panties, probing at my anus and pinching the tip of my cock, hard. "Are you ready for me to fuck your pussy yet?" she laughed. "After all, you won't be doing anything with this anymore," as she pinched me again. "We can't even call it a cock any more! Let's call it your clit from now on." The next couple of weeks passed in a bit of a blur. I had to get used to doing as I was told. Polly dragged me to a large department store, an appointment having been booked at the busiest time of 5.30pm for a bra fitting. She ensured that the only bras that were tried were either revealing demi cup styles to maximise my bust, or delicate heavily laced items that damned any prospect of smooth lines under clothing. She handed one of these latter styles to me having paid, and commanded me to change into it, and relinquish the one I was wearing. I noticed as I removed my old bra in the fitting room that the new one, whilst still giving good support, provided a much weaker embrace of the breasts; as I walked out of the fitting room, I realised my heavy tits were shifting far more as I walked. Polly had planned this, and she snatched away the old bra. "You won't be running away at any speed now" she gloated. She was right, and I even found myself having to take smaller more feminine steps to reduce the uncomfortable sway as we moved on. The ladies wear was next. Polly kept selecting trousers off the clothing racks, asking my opinion of the style, and ignoring anything I had to say. Her selection seemed to focus on lighter colours and lightweight fabrics. I joined the queue of ladies for the changing room, my wife threatening to make a scene in the shop, drawing more attention to my unwanted attributes if I didn't comply. "I'll wait out here. You go and try them on, but come out and show me." I was thrown some strange stares by other women in the queue, and the changing room staff weren't quite sure whether to allow me to use the women's. Eventually I was shown to a cubicle. As I tried on each pair of trousers, I stepped out of the cubicle to show Polly. I was made to turn this way and that. The favoured trousers were snug and absolutely flat at the front, highlighting the absence of male organs, yet tight over my bottom, the crotch seam rising between my cheeks. The overall appearance was an obviously female fit, and coincidentally ensuring that the outline of my knickers was patently obvious, worsened by their over tightness. Several of the pairs had side or rear zips and no front fly at all, and none had any rear pockets. A few jersey skirts and dresses were added to the basket, Polly making sure the obligatory VPL was apparent. Leaving the store, she drove us to another shop specialising in clothing alterations. She grabbed the trousers and ordered me inside. It was clear she knew the seamstress. She explained to me that my male bum and hips meant the trousers weren't still quite to her liking, so we had come to see her friend. She reached into her handbag and pulled out a thong, twirling it around her finger. "Put this on" she ordered. One after the other, I was made to wear each pair of trousers. The seamstress busied herself pinning the trousers over the hip and bottom seams, ensuring the trousers were as snug as possible. My wife stood there directing, seemingly only satisfied when she felt the T shaped outline of the thong was obvious as it emerged from between my butt cheeks and ran around my hips. The rear crotch seam was also tightened wherever possible to ensure that it cut in deeply between the cheeks. This embarrassing process was then carried out all over again as I was made to change back into my brazilian panties. It was clear no further changes would be needed, but this was just for my pleasure. I was quite upset to see that Polly had succeeded in her desire to make my underwear 'choice' clear. Not only was the cut of the panty outline clear as being feminine, but every nuance of the lacy pattern of the fabric was displayed for all to see. "Get used to it sweetheart. You're going to be the butt of many a joke from now on." She laughed evilly. Polly seemed unusually jolly as we headed home, even as I became more morose over my situation. She spent the next few days winding me up sexually as much as she could. Leaving pornographic pictures lying around, videos playing on the TV or computer, all of the kind that she knew turned me on. It had the obvious effect of slowly making me horny. Combined with the fact that I hadn't cum in over 3 weeks I was getting quite frustrated. I had surreptitiously tried rubbing one out, but it proved impossible to get enough stimulation. Virtually every night I was forced to endure the strap on being attached to my hips, whilst she availed herself of it's plastic magnificence. And it always ended with her forcing me to wear her sodden sex infused panties for the rest of the night. Then it all changed. I awoke to an uncomfortable sensations; I realised that I couldn't move. It was still dark, and being a bit muddled from sleep, I couldn't immediately tell what was going on. I was lying on my side, my hands restrained above me to the headboard. My left foot was also immobilised, and as I came round, I felt someone tie something around the other foot, and then stretch it away from my left foot. This had the effect of rolling my onto my belly. Polly came into view. "I got tired of waiting for you to play nice, so I think it is time to show you what I have been missing." She stuffed a pillow under my pelvis, propping my bum in the air. My panties were roughly pulled down, and my negligee flipped up onto my back. I felt her fiddling between my legs, and something clamped onto my clit. I could hear her moving around, and the familiar sound of the strap on being done up. Only this time, not attached to me. "You might enjoy this," she said, "but I don't really care either way. Now, being your first time, I expect you want some lube. So open up." She thrust the cock hard at my lips, hurting them, and forcing me to open my mouth. It was at the back of my mouth in the blink of an eye, causing me to gag. The smell of pussy was so strong as she thrust in and out several times, before withdrawing. I felt her move down behind me, and paw my ass cheeks apart, before spitting at my rosebud. "All girls find it hurts their pussies the first few times darling" she hissed. "Please don't do this" I begged. "But honey, I'm only helping you complete your fantasy" she said as she placed the cockhead at my entrance. She slowly pushed down, ignoring my cries. The head only penetrated a little, so she pulled back and came back up to my head. As I opened my mouth to thank her for stopping, she wedged the cock into my mouth again. "Wet it good, bitch" she screamed as she sawed the now slightly funky smelling dildo back and forth. The pressure once again resumed in my arse, the pain intensifying as she penetrated my ring. She made short backwards and forwards movements, grunting with pleasure as she did so. "God, this double ended dildo feels so good" she panted. "Bigger than you ever were, even in your dreams." The dildo was worked deeper and deeper into me. The pain was incredible, and I'm sorry to say that there was little pleasure involved from my side. Once she was virtually grinding her crotch between my cheeks, she started lengthening the strokes, increasing the movement until she was almost pulling it out completely, before slamming it all the way back in. Despite the pain, a sensation did start to warm deeper in me, and I suddenly felt a burning orgasm approaching, and spasmed as it hit. Polly ignored it, shouting "You came too soon as usual" whilst continuing to rape my over sensitive sore pussy until she too came with a shuddering orgasm. She rolled off me, and I felt her detaching whatever it was she had attached to the head of my prick earlier. "Well, that is the most I have ever seen your pathetic balls produce" she exclaimed. I felt her thrust something into my pussy again, and a warm wet feeling. As she pulled out, she said "You always wanted to be filled with cum, and now you are." She released my bonds, and as I got up gingerly, I could feel something wet flowing out of my arse and down my thigh. "Now unless you want to be leaking cum all night and sleeping in a soaking wet patch, I suggest you put this in, and don't you dare try going to the toilet to empty your pussy" she said, throwing a heavy flow non applicator tampon at me. My humiliation was complete, as I once again got on all fours, and reached my hand to between my legs to push the feminine rod deep into my arse. The usual sex soaked thong was thrown at me when she finished with it, and as I pulled it up over my hips, the sodden band of fabric compressed my clit and wedged itself between my cheeks, applying an uncomfortable pressure to my sore pussy lips. Polly had me show her, then she grabbed hold of the string poking out past the thong, before giving it a bit of a tug. "Good girl," she laughed triumphantly. "I'm sure you'll come to love this as much as I did tonight." Enjoyment was the last thing on my mind at that point. Chapter 2 After my first "breaking in" Polly didn't do it again for a few days. This was just as bad, as I had a paranoia that she would once again bind me whilst asleep so I would awaken to another rape. She had left the feet restraints attached to the base of the bed for exactly that purpose. But every so often, when the fancy took her, and I was not expecting it, she delighted in restraining me and fucking my arse raw until we had both cum. My cum was carefully harvested each time before being inseminated into my pussy. The last couple of times, she had taken to denying me the post coital tampon I had come to rely on. The revealing sluttish knickers I was forced to wear thus became sticky and slimy with my own seed, and I smelt and felt like a freshly fucked tart. I had accommodated to a degree to the humiliation of having revealing female clothing dictated to me daily, and of being a convenient mounting point for her dildo. But then she replaced my shoes with high heels. Even my slippers were replaced with heels. Nothing dreadfully outlandish; just a few pairs ranging from 2 to 4 inches, but all decidedly feminine. To go with the shoes, she was kind enough to point out that socks would not do; so she had bought me some stockings, and suspender belts to hold them up. She was also delighted to point out that the straps of the suspender belt were quite obvious in addition to my already clear vpl. To ensure that I couldn't remove the shoes, she had a couple of pretty anklets made. Attached to the both of the delicate looking anklets was a second chain made in the same design. One end was fixed, and the other loose, ending in a small ring. As soon as a shoe was put on my foot, Polly would take the loose hanging chain and pass it under the shoe before locking it to the anklet on the other side with a small lock, leaving it tight enough to prevent the shoe from being removed. The appearance of the anklets and chains was deceiving though. They were incredibly strong, as I was unable to break them, and had sharp edges which if pulled too much, dug uncomfortably into the skin. The strength of the chains was demonstrated to me one morning. As I stood at the foot of the bed having changed and just put on the shoes selected for me that day, Polly knelt down next to me as usual to lock them onto my feet. Instead, she locked them to the foot restraints at the base of the bed. I was trapped. "Stay here hun" she giggled. I'll be back in a moment." And then I heard voices. She returned a few minutes later, followed by a stranger. "Meet Jack, honey. Since you decided to mutilate your prick and go all fem on me, he has helped scratch that itch for me occasionally when your artificial cock just wasn't enough. There's nothing like a real man! Jack kindly offered to help me show you what I mean." My begging and protestations were cut short when she held her phone in front of my face with a draft email addressed to my family members containing multiple photos of me in various pieces of female lingerie, and even being ridden, the picture making it clear it was my arse was being reamed. Jack stepped up close to me and ran his hands down over my crotch, feeling just how flat I was there. He groped my bum, tracing the outline of the thong and suspender straps before unzipping the zip on the hip of my form fitting trousers. He peeled them down to expose my vulnerable arse. Restrained, I was unable to move away, and he pushed me hard in the middle of my back, forcing me to bend over the bed, my bum high in the air. He ran a couple of fingers between my legs, feeling my cock through the crotch of the thong before pulling the narrow fabric strip up hard between my cheeks, crushing it. I heard the sound of his trousers being undone, and from between my legs saw them fall to his ankles, followed by his briefs.. He pulled the thong to one side, and even as I pleaded with him, placed the head of his large fat cock on my rosebud. I felt him rubbing his slick precum over it, before leaning into me. He forced the head of his cock straight past my sphincter with no regard for my now girly screams. He stopped, then pushed hard again, and again and again until he was buried to the hilt. He stopped again for a moment, savouring the sensation and the power he had over my whimpering form. In my fear, I had pissed myself a little, and could see a small stain beginning on crotch of my panties. I started as he slapped my bum before pulling my garter straps and pinging them over my cheeks. "I love seeing suspenders stretched tight over the arse like this" he grunted, as seizing my hips, he pushed me off his rod completely. He thrust completely into me again in one move, pulling me onto his cock like a marionette doll. I teetered on my high heels as he shook me back and forth, highlighting my helplessness by manipulating me on and off his prick. Eventually he settled into a rapid sawing motion pushing as deep into me as he could go. My breasts wobbled back and forth, in and out of the demi cup bra holding them. His urgency increased. By now the pain had decreased to a numbness, but I could feel him rubbing my prostate. To my shame, we came simultaneously, he filling my gut with spunk from his large embedded cock, and me, my panties from the remnants of mine welded to the tissues between my legs. Jack pulled out and twanged the thong back between my cheeks. I could already feel the slickness of his semen leaking out, leaving a slimy feeling between them, and a sticky wetness on the thong. "There you go honey, you obviously enjoyed that. You even managed to cum at the same time!" she exclaimed. "Now zip up your trousers, and get yourself ready." My legs were released. I pulled up my trousers, and felt them wedge up my butt crease to touch the thong as I zipped them up. I could feel some of the cum leaking onto the trousers, and hoped it wouldn't leave a wet mark on them as it would be obvious on the beige fabric. I had to pull off my blouse, and rearrange my breasts in my bra. I had come to rely on this accursed piece of lingerie, as without it, the weight of my bust pulled uncomfortably downwards, or jiggled dreadfully when I moved. As I leant forwards to reposition each breast, my wife thrust her hand down the back of my trousers, and grabbed the thong, yanking it uncomfortably upwards. "I so love it when you have a whale tail" she sneered, arranging the lacy T back of the thong to be clearly visible above the trouser waistband. The front of the trousers were so tight, and fabric so clingy that the small triangle of fabric comprising the front of the thong could just be made out continuing with the narrow straps over my hips. "Time to go." I was given no explanation as to where, but judging from the smirking from both of them, I wasn't going to enjoy it. The first stop was to the surgeon who had mutilated my genitals. I was forced to lie on my back with my legs in stirrups having peeled off my trousers and spunk sodden knickers. As I pulled them down, a stringy tendril of spunk followed, stretching from the head of my penis to the gusset. It snapped, attaching itself to the inside of my thigh. My wife apologised for this, explaining that I couldn't resist being fucked before we came out. Technically she was right - I was powerless to resist. The doctor checked that the penile skin had healed where it had been stitched to the perineum, and reported delightedly that it had healed so well there was virtually no sign of the penile shaft apart from a mild bulge, equivalent to the small bulge that pussy lips gave. He showed my wife the head of my cock and explained that the extreme curvature of my penis meant that it was unable to void it's lumen normally. Consequently I was still slowly leaking spunk. My wife found this hilarious. "Don't you feel special darling? she asked. "I have made your fantasy come true, so now after being fucked, you get to have cum soaked knickers for even longer than you dreamed!" The doctor passed me my thong, which had when I was taking it off, rolled itself into a sodden twisted mess. The feeling of untwisting them as I pulled them up my legs and into place was nothing short of disgusting. He continued to explain that when not enjoying my cum soaked knickers, I really should be wearing a pantyliner, and changing it a few times a day if I wanted to avoid infection, as the same leakage would likely occur after urination. Great. Yet another indignity on my head, especially as this would mean carrying some with me at all times. He then examined my breasts, and was very pleased that they had integrated well. So well in fact, that there was nary any scarring or signs of surgical intervention. He used a slightly sharp object around each of my small male nipples, which looked incongruous on the larger female breast shapes, and noted that they remained completely sensate. Another doctor then came in carrying a rather intimidating looking set of syringes. I was forced to bend over, my compliance gained via blackmail. It was explained after the act, that a long term testosterone blocker implant was placed under my skin together with oestrogen pellets. Their positioning was deep within the fat at the back of my thigh, just to ensure I couldn't see and get at them easily, and removal would involve surgery. The benefit of these pellets would be to start to feminise my body frame; cause some fat redistribution and slowly give me my own womanly curves. I donned my trousers, and we left. I must have been injected with a sleeping agent too. Because, the next time I awoke I was back home, and feeling quite sore. Going to the mirror, I was horrified to see my face had been altered. I had eyeliner, and feminine arched eyebrows which had also been augmented with makeup. My lips were scarlet red and fuller looking. I tried washing it off, but it wouldn't budge. Polly came in, and laughed at me trying to remove the makeup. They were tattoos she explained, so I would always look immaculately made up. She pulled me back into the bedroom, and in the full length mirror showed me what other damage she had wrought. Running down the back of each leg was a tattoo of a stocking seam, which ended mid thigh on both legs in lacy stocking tops. There was a tattoo of a lacy suspender belt just above my hips, with 2 garters on each leg extending to the stocking tops. These were drawn to show them realistically stretching upwards as though being pulled by the garters. One garter ran down the front of each thigh, and one over each of my buttocks. A very bright pink heart edged in lacy black frill was tattooed over where my pubic hair used to be, the apex extending down onto the shaft where it was forced to bend between my legs. I felt truly hopeless. I should have put my foot down sooner, but this was now undoable. Chapter 3 Over the coming months, my ability to escape from this position was removed. My wife transferred all the utility bills to her name, and removed me from the electoral register. She made me cancel my credit cards, and close my bank accounts. I was left without any money or lines of credit. She took my passport, birth certificate and driving licence, to which I no longer bore much resemblance anyway, and put them in her safety deposit box at the bank. The hormones had been slowly taking their effect. There had been some softening of my skin, and a slightly softening to my face shape too. Bum and hips had started to enlarged some, but the biggest changes were the loss of muscle, and enlarging of my nipples. These had also became far more sensitive. I was still subjected to frequent rapes. Jack would regularly avail himself of my body to assuage his "morning wood." And he took particular delight in abusing my tits when he fucked me; twisting my nipples, and knowing full well the additional discomfort caused when my breasts were outwith their cup support and swaying pendulously as he rocked me back and forth. This as far as Polly was concerned, set the day up perfectly for me. She knew how I despised these regular assaults, and the subsequent disgusting mess left in my underwear. She took to examining my panties in the morning when I was getting changed. If there was any sign of moist cum in, I was denied fresh panties and pantyliners, it being "a waste of good jism." This had on occasions left me wearing the same crusty stained stinking knickers for several days at a time. The crotch of them would become stiff with dried cum. One morning, Polly decided she wanted some action, having not fucked me herself for a few days. She preferred me lying on my back so she could see my face, with my panties just pulled to one side to grant access. She strapped on her dildo. Just as she forced entry, Jack arrived. It took him just a couple of seconds to join in. With his normal fuck hole already plugged, he bent my head backwards over the edge of the bed, and thrust his cock into my mouth. With his usual lack of regard for me, I was gagging on his meat instantly as he went straight to the back of my throat. "Better learn to take it all quickly bitch or I'm going to tear a hole back there" he laughed. Somehow I accommodated his dick, even as my wife reamed the other end of my alimentary tract. Despite my tortured state, my wife had managed to really stimulate my prostate, and whilst struggling for breath from the cock embedded in my throat, I came. This hadn't happened for some time as Jack never lasted long enough when fucking me to provoke me to orgasm. Consequently I filled my panties. Polly rode on pausing only to tell Jack how much I obviously liked being two teamed. Just as she was keening her way to a shuddering orgasm, Jack withdrew from my mouth. He pulled open the cups of my bra and unloaded himself into them. Seeing this, Polly shuddered to an enormous orgasm, juices dripping from her pussy to soak the front of my knickers. She positively cackled with delight as I was forced to rearrange myself. As I repositioned my breasts the spunk was smeared all over my erect nipples. My knickers were a sodden mess of male and female ejaculate. My revulsion must have been writ large on my face because I was denied any new underwear that day. The following morning, Polly uttered words that made my heart sink. "I thought we might go out today. A special treat for you, as I know you have been wanting to lose some weight recently. So we are going swimming today at the local pool. I've already packed everything. Beckoning me over she took out a couple of thin clear zip ties, similar to the ones used to attach retail tags to clothing in shops. Suddenly Jack was behind me, pinning my arms to my sides. Polly undid the bra built into my nightdress exposing my breasts. Flicking and twisting my nipples until they were standing to full attention, she looped a cable tie around the base of each one, and pulled them tight, invisibly forcing each nipple to stand painfully proud, and preventing their deflation. Giving them one last flick, "Pop your frock on - it's time to go." I was lost for words. "You can't... I can't..." I stuttered. "Oh don't worry. I have your costume ready for you..." Somehow these words brought me no comfort. Polly had put out a short clingy dress for me; no fresh underwear was offered. My smalls from the day before were marked with a disgusting melange of cum stains. Putting the dress on, the tattooed garter straps and seamed stocking lines were clearly visible below the hem line, and my nipples jutted obscenely; I looked slutty. At the same time, Polly changed too. As she began to strip her night clothes and put on her fresh underwear, he pulled out his cock and slowly began wanking it. Having brushed my teeth, and made my face as I was now obliged to do, I came back to the bedroom to have shoes locked onto my feet. He called me to the side of the bed, and without explanation Lifted the front of my skirt. Pulling down the front of my knickers, he furiously resumed wanking, before deposit a thick sludge of cum directly onto the heart shaped tattoo where my prick used to be. He watched it slide down the remnants of my shaft before releasing the panties with a snap. The sodden slimy warm mass between my legs was disgusting, but there was nothing I could do. "Just a little something to remember me by whilst you are out" he smirked. Polly drove us to the pool. Heading towards the women's changing room, Polly stopped me. "Where do you think you are going? The women's changing room is for real women." She gave me a bag, and the key for my shoes and pushed me towards the male changing rooms. "Now get a move on, or it will be worse for you later." With that threat ringing in my ears, I entered the mens, click clacking on high heels, wearing a dress, and what appeared to be stockings and suspenders, with my tits swaying from side to side as I walked. With just my luck, it was a public changing area, and the only private changing room was locked. I put my stuff on the bench next to the private changing room door, and hung around for a few moments, hoping it would open, to no avail. There were several men in the changing room, and whilst none said anything, all eyes were on me. I started to take my swimming costume out of the bag, and was delighted to see that it was a one piece suit, rather than the skimpy revealing bikini set I had been expecting. Unable to linger any longer, I reached for the almost inaccessible zip at the back of my dress. Typically it wouldn't budge. I stood there tussling with it, a blush spreading across my face. Just then, the private changing room door unlocked. The man who emerged took in the spectacle before him without a blink. He held the door open, and beckoned me inside, offering help with my zip. Thinking I had finally met a gentleman, I gratefully accepted, doing my best to emulate a female voice, but only managing an obvious falsetto. He held the top of the dress with one hand and pulled the zip down, his hand continuing from the bottom of the zip to cup my bum. With the other hand, he closed the door and locked it. Before I could say a word, he put his hand over my mouth, whispering in my ear that he would't want to hit me. He made me pull off my dress. I stood there in a high heels, a bra which barely contained my breasts, my nipples erect without choice, and skimpy panties. These had a white net front panel, through which the underlying tattoo and Jack's cum were clearly visible. "We are a little tease aren't we? Oh well, I don't mind sloppy seconds. He pulled off my panties, and forced the soggy stinking mess into my mouth. Pushing my face up against a wall, he put his hand inside my bra, and rolled a nipple between his finger and thumb. "Ready for me you cum whore?" he hissed into my ear. I could feel his growing tumescence against my arse. I felt him release his cock from the confines of his trunks. Applying a bit of spit to his head, he pushed it between my cheeks, and then further, penetrating me. His cock felt a lot fatter than Jack's cock or the dildos that Polly used. He was also much longer, as he just kept on pushing in and out, penetrating deeper and deeper. Each thrust slammed me up against the walls, and lifted me onto my tiptoes despite the 4" heels. The pain was worse than any I had felt previously whilst being fucked. It seemed to go on forever, until suddenly he clinched me close, buried to the hilt, and shot his wad deep inside me. He stayed embedded in me for a couple of minutes, savouring the feeling of power and waves of pleasure. He pulled out, pulled up his trunks, and without another word, left the room. I burst into tears. Pulling the panties from my mouth, I needed to find Polly. Touching my arse, spunk tainted with blood was flowing out of it and down my leg. My dress was on the floor, lying in the gutter filled with water. My panties were sodden with saliva, and even without that, were not a pleasant prospect. So I picked up the swimming suit. It had obviously been specially made for me, as it's design was unique. I should have known better than to think that Polly would give me a break. Pulling it on, it looked like a burlesque corset and panties. There were frilly trims across the top of the white thin fabric bra cups and panties - there was no cup padding, and no support. Under each breast, and running vertically down were lines of piping, emulating boning in the black corset section, before the suit ended in white brazillian briefs. There was no double layer of fabric at the front of the briefs, nor a gusset. Pulling it on, it was evident that it was small. The back of the briefs rode up my bum, and became stained with my blood. My nipples protruded through the fabric covering them like a pair of beacons. I had lost the key to the high heels during the rape, so I had no choice but to walk out of the changing room looking like a stripper. Going through to the pool, Polly as waiting for me. "You took your time," she said before noticing my level of distress. I explained what had happened, expecting her to take us home. She turned me round, and looked at the blood on the swimsuit. I should have known better than to expect sympathy. Instead, a huge grin spread across her face. "Looks like you have your period slut. Stay here." She left me standing there and disappeared back into the changing room, reappearing a minute later with a heavy flow tampon in her hand. "Go back into your changing room and put this in honey" she said, slapping my bum hard. Forlornly I walked back into the changing room where I had been raped not 10 minutes earlier. I collected my things from the private dressing room, and found the key to my shoes removing them, I put them all into a locker. Heading to the loo, I pushed the tampon up my very sore but well lubricated arse. I stepped out of the cubicle and went to wash my hands. The mirror in front of me showed me that the tattoo over my pubic area was clearly visible through the white swimsuit, and of course the garters and stocking seams were ever present. My nipples jutted obscenely from the suit. Going back to the pool, Polly ensured that the tampon string poked out from my suit obviously, before setting me the task of swimming 20 lengths. Eventually satisfied, I headed back to the changing room. The private room was once again locked, so I was forced to get changed in full view. I was very aware that there was a tampon string hanging out of my arse having removed the suit. Urgently, I tried to put on my panties, but once again, they were a twisted mess. Straightening them, I started to pull the horrible soggy stained knickers up, only to find that they started to twist up again as I drew them up my legs. It took me what seemed an age, and I felt very vulnerable the whole time. Never had that cum soaked strip of fabric felt better ensconced against my crotch. I quickly finished dressing, and we left. Getting home, Polly demanded to see my "pussy." Pulling down my thong, I bent over with some reluctance. She unceremoniously pulled out the blood stained tampon, bloated with pool water, and pronounced there to be virtually no damage. "I think our Vikkie is ready to graduate to the next dildo" she commented to Jack. Going over to her cupboard, he withdrew her dildo harness. She removed the old dildo, and pulled out a new one that I hadn't seen. It was huge, 10-11" long, and covered in studs. It swayed menacingly in her hand as she shook it. "Meet your new best friend" she laughed, handing the rubbery simulated cock to me. Gripping it in my hand, my thumb and fingers didn't touch, such was the girth. "It's only 4 inches longer than the last one. I'm sure you'll love it." she continued. "I won't let you use that thing on me," I screamed, the events of the day becoming too much. Grimly, Polly dragged me over to the computer. "Jack has set up a website. It's offline at the moment, but I only have to press the publish button, and your sordid little fantasy will be available for all to see." She gave me a preview. There were photo upon photo of me in various stages of dress, all voluntary as no one else featured, and plenty of videos of me being fucked, cum sprayed across my crotch or leaking from my fresh fucked arse. Somehow, they had even managed to catch a video of me keening whilst being fucked, and then shuddering as I orgasmed, a look of pleasure and release obvious on my face. "I particularly like that one" she chuckled. The next set of videos were from a hospital environment; I appeared in portrait, and in a clear voice, and cogent manner, explained how I wished for breast implants and for my penis to be mutilated; that I wished to be forced to dress in lingerie, and how I had always tried to show a visible panty line when I wore knickers myself previously. How I desired anal sex to be the only form of release with which I would be left. I quite clearly enunciated that I found the thought of being raped and left full of cum, forced to endure it leaking into my knickers to be a big turn on. "You've probably guessed the rape bit was my idea. As for stitching your cock between your legs, you have the lovely members of your forum to thank for that treat. Now do you want me to release this to the world, and in particular your family?" Polly asked vindictively. I was in complete shock. How she had made me say all those things in the hospital videos, I couldn't understand. Seeing the confusion on my face, she explained: "I've been watching you for a while. I know the four occasions I have caught you wearing lingerie were just snapshots of a frequent occurrence. I installed some software to monitor your internet usage, and I even read the topics you most frequented in your favourite forums. I slowly built up a picture of what you thought your fantasy was. I posted on your forums for recommendations of doctors who could help, and as luck would have it, there was one nearby." Obviously pleased with herself, she continued "For several weeks prior to the operations, I regularly got you drunk. The doctor put me onto a hypnotist who would then visit. Although unable to make you do anything you didn't want to do, he did, combined with the loosening effect of the alcohol get you to explain your fantasy. Because you wanted this, it was easy to get you to forget his visits, and imprint certain command triggers which merely got you to repeat the story, with a few embellishments of my own, as though you were writing a story on a forum. At the hospital, judicious use of sodium pentothal, alcohol and hypnosis made those triggers come good, and you painted the lovely story in which you reside today. I even have video of you begging me to make it come true - I can show you the clip if you like!" "But how could you do these things to me? I thought you loved me," I whined, unable to quite take in the level of deviousness and duplicity she had shown. "Well, you only have yourself to thank for that. Once I started reading, I realised that I had never been as excited in my life. I love the power, both of controlling you, but especially of standing over your pathetic whimpering form as I force my dildo into your arse. I love knowing that you hate having sticky sodden knickers, and that I am forcing you wear them. I still love you. It's just that I love you even more when you are impaled on the end of a prick. And of course, sex has never been better for me. Let's face it. Your cock was pretty pathetic, although not half as pathetic as it is now," she laughed. She clicked a video on the computer screen and set it playing. I leant forward, and watched aghast, as once again I begged Polly to do all these things to me. She reached into the desk drawer for something; I didn't see what it was, my focus being on the screen. Next thing I knew was the head of the new dildo was past my sphincter. "Don't worry" she grunted, dropping a used mostly empty condom onto the desk in front of me. "I'm using all natural lube," as she lunged against me again. I was trapped between her and the desk, with 4" of cock embedded in me. "Nearly half way there." She kicked my legs further apart, then pushed again. "Are the studs providing you extra pleasure, or is all a marketing lie?" she asked as she pulled out. I couldn't speak; the pain was excruciating. I felt like I was being torn open. Polly paused to look at my ring. "Just as I thought," she said, "your pussy likes fat cocks." She rammed into me again It took her several minutes, but she kept going until she was grinding her crotch against me. I could feel her juices running down the back of my thigh. There was a staccato of short rapid pulls and thrusts, and then she came loudly slumping over my back, still fully embedded. She stayed like that for a couple of minutes. "Damn that was good. But you know what is even better? Women are very capable of having multiple orgasms. Let's see whether you have developed that ability yet." With that she again began reaming me out. I spent the next half an hour watching videos on loop of myself being fucked, whilst she fucked me hard. Despite the pain and horror I eventually came, my jism oozing out of my mutilated prick, and down the inside of my thigh. Polly pulled out and said "Now kiss the cock and thank me for making you cum" she said quietly, "unless you want me to try and make you come again." I quickly bent over and kissed the dildo. "Thank you for making me orgasm honey." "Good girl. Now let me just upload the latest video to the site. It's a bit mean of me really, but actually the site has been live for months now. I sent your family free subscriptions, and they have all seen it. Why do you think none of them have been in contact for so long?"