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Shodder Hills - Protecting One's Turf Part 1
The sun's heat was baking into Cutter's brain. He realized he was
dehydrated. If only he had some ice cold beers. Hell... he'd even
settle for warm water.
Messy blonde locks of hair hung in his eyes. Sweat and the heat caked
much of it to his face. Loose strands swayed back and forth with the
ongoing thumping motion. The hair partially blocking his line of sight.
The strands brushed his lips and some had even worked their way into his
mouth adding to the dryness it felt.
The girls had come out to bathe them again. Perhaps when it was his
turn, he could get some water. He'd held out this long, but it was
becoming unbearable.
Cutter recognized one of the girls from the gas station at the edge of
town. He was sure when she had approached him, he was going to get
laid. She had that timid fear if a girl who needed a good fucking. It
was common enough. All women liked a Harley man.
That hadn't been the case. She simply whispered, "Get out while you
can. There's a lot of you. You still have a chance."
That had confused Cutter. He didn't possess fear like normal men. He
and his boys had been an outlaw biker gang for too long. People didn't
fuck with him. It was the other way around.
There were two black cops in the station, but his club wasn't known in
these parts. Shodder Hills was off the beaten path. Nobody got here by
accident. That was one of the main reasons they'd come. Sheltered
communities like this had serious possibilities for profit.
Cutter was about to ask her to elaborate when some black punk asked
Plugs if they were able to satisfy the bitches on the backs of their
bikes. That was a mistake. Cops or not, you don't talk that kind of
shit to his club.
"What the fuck you say," Plugs replied. His tone and posture were
instantly menacing. Plugs wasn't the biggest of his guys, but he could
fight and was half crazy.
"I said those white whores look good for breeding," the young man
replied. "You think you satisfy them?"
The cops took notice then and so did half a dozen or so other black
patrons. Several white girls rushed to the side and he heard the women
that had talked to him whisper, "too late."
Plugs was fit to explode, but Cutter now had a bad feeling that this
truly was a setup. He reached out and put an arm on Plugs. They could
deal with this insult later. "Look around," he said. "Not here."
Cutter feared Plugs would ignore him and kill the stupid bastard
anyways, but he glanced over and saw the cops. Plugs said, "Funny how a
spook gets all brave when there are pigs of a color around. I'll be
talking to you later."
Plugs pulled back his colors to reveal a gun tucked into his pants. The
young man noticed, but didn't even flinch. Instead he mouthed a kiss
and winked at Plugs.
That's when Cutter knew they were in trouble. Nobody was that brave
without backup. His suspicions were confirmed true half a heartbeat
later when a bullet tore through Plug's face from somewhere across the
shop. Blood and brains spattered Cutter's face as the room around him
erupted into motion.
Guns came to bear all over the shop, but Cutter soon noticed each graced
black hands. They'd gotten the jump on them.
"Fuck LaQuan," the young man said. "That one would have made a pretty
bitch. Couldn't you have shot one of the fat old fuckers?"
The cops had their guns drawn too. Looking around Cutter realized they
were outnumbered, but the law was the law. Surely that had to count for
something. Cutter was expecting the standoff to commence and remained
calm as he waited for his opportunity to draw.
That's when one of the cops shot Digs and realized they had no hope.
They were in on the jump. The cop said, "See LaQuan? You shoot the
ones that have no value."
Then something hard and heavy clubbed him in the back of the head and
his world went dark.
When he'd woken up, he was in front of what appeared to be the town's
main hall. Several of his men lay dead in the center of a large grass
circle. The rest of his boys were there as well. All were naked and in
what he could only describe as medieval stocks. The bondage devices
were lined up around the large semi-circle looking over each other and
their dead. Cutter had struggled fiercely then only to find how truly
solid the stocks were. To make matters worse, their ankles were
fastened to the ground about a yard apart. They weren't going anywhere.
Sadly the bondage and the dead weren't the most disturbing things.
Several of his boys were getting fucked. Cutter wouldn't believe it if
he didn't see it with his own eyes. Black men and women were behind
them raping away. There was literally nothing they could do but endure.
"Look who's finally awake," a woman said as she came up from his left.
"I'm Ms. Georgia Black. I'd like to welcome you to Shodder Hills."
"What the fuck is this?" Cutter said. Then he felt excruciating pain as
there was a sudden impact on his cock and balls.
"Oh... I was hoping you were going to prove to be both smart and pretty,"
Ms. Georgia Black said. "Pity. Well no matter. So we're clear. You
no longer have permission to speak unless you are asked a question. Do
you understand doll?"
Cutter knew the situation was bad. Really really bad. It was clear the
only way he had a chance to escape with his life was to play along for
now. He didn't take kindly to being called either pretty or doll, but
this bitch clearly had the upper hand. He said, "Perfectly."
Then the pain returned to his cock and balls as someone hit him again.
"Perfectly Ms. Georgia Black or Master or Mistress," she said. "You got
off lightly for that infraction this time since you're new to your place
in life. I would not make the same mistake again."
Cutter felt like throwing up. The blows to his balls had put him in
fight or flight mode, but he couldn't do either. Instead the burst of
energy just made him queasy. All he could manage to do was nod his head
slightly in compliance.
"Now let's get down to business," Ms. Georgia Black said. "You weren't
welcome here. Now that you're here, we've decided you must be dealt
with appropriately. I am going to give you your options. You will
listen until I'm done and they you'll be given a chance to decide. Are
we clear?"
"Crystal Ms. Georgia Black," Cutter said.
"Good," she said as a smile spread across her face. "Cory Rossman or
Cutter as your friends here call you, you belong to Shodder Hills now.
For all intensive purposes you are a slave. Let that sink in for a
second... you are our slave."
This bitch was crazy Cutter realized. They'd wandered into some cult.
Well he was a survivor. He wouldn't balk at what was ordered of him.
Sooner or later he'd get his chance and he'd call a world of wrath and
fury down on Ms. Georgia Black.
"New slaves often try to rebel, fight or run. Your current bindings fix
part of this until you're more susceptible to your new place in life.
The lives of your two brothers, sister, mother, wife and son are another
form of insurance. We've located each and they can join you any time
you're feeling frisky. Careful though... if you feel too frisky, they
might end up like your other friends there," she said pointing to the
lined up bodies.
Would they really go after his family? They had dead men in the streets
and several of his friends were being raped as they spoke. Cutter
didn't seem to have a problem believing they'd make that leap.
"So the real question is what do I want?" she continued. "It's simple
really. I want the end of the white race and I'm doing it one sissy boy
at a time. We breed the white out of your bitches, but I find boys are
much easier to deal with. You will ask me to cut your balls off and
when I do, you'll no longer contribute to any gene pool."
Cutter would never do that. What man would ever ask such a thing?"
"I know. I know," she purred. "You like your little man parts. You
think they make you a man. Trust me. I've seen your man parts and
you're really not much of a man."
He wanted to tell her to go fuck herself. No woman had ever complained
about his cock. He was no pornstar, but he was a real man.
She started to gesture like a fisherman brags about a fish he'd caught.
"Real men have real length," she said. "They go deep into a woman so
the woman knows what it's like to be truly filled. He has girth. Not
your pencil dick, but thick like a soda can so a woman can feel every
thrust. I know... you don't understand, but you will."
She gestured towards his men getting fucked. It was too much. He tried
his bonds again only to get another blast to the balls.
"I know baby... you're scared," she purred. "All girls are their first
time. Soon enough though, you'll crave it like the submissive wanton
slut you are deep inside. Which brings us to those choices I was
talking about. I know as a white man you're actually a girl on the
inside. I want to help you embrace it. Ask me to make you're outward
appearance match your nature.
"This is a process you see. I could simply give you titties and take
your pathetic cock away, but I find it's better when a girl asks me. So
this is how it's going to be. I am going to give you one thing now, but
every other transformation you will ask of us. My gift to you is your
new name. From now on you'll be known as Flower. If you address
yourself as any other name or refer to yourself as anything but female,
I will remove your tiny penis. Then you won't be able to claim manhood
anyways. In addition... starting with the first and each additional
infraction, I will have a family member abducted to join you in your
slavery.
"Now it'd be a nice gesture on your part to simply embrace the new name
and ask me to turn you into a girl right now. Don't worry... you'll be
given that opportunity soon. First I need to tell you what will happen
if you don't.
"For starters, you're going to receive a lot of cock and I do mean a
lot. They'll be both real and fake, but they'll all be true black
monsters capable of making you feel like a proper woman. In the past
I've waited until after telling girls the entire process before
introducing them to what a good fucking truly is. Luckily for you, I've
altered my methods." Ms. Georgia Black gestured.
Cutter felt a big hand on her hip. Then he felt something large and
slick press against his asshole. "No," he cried out. "No. No! No!!"
"Oh yes," a man's voice said from behind him. "I do like me a tight
virgin. You're a Flower all right. My little Cherry Blossom."
When the man's giant mushroom pried his back door open enough to pop
inside, he felt an intense pain. It was a weird sensation. Like
someone was reversing the biggest shit he could ever remember taking.
Every muscle he had worked to push the man out, but his lubed member
carried on as if there was no resistance at all. The man didn't wait
for him to adjust. Instead he plowed Cutter's ass like he was a
seasoned pornstar.
Cutter was distraught. Tears were coming down his face and he shook his
head from side to side like it would help the fucking pass. Ms. Georgia
Black took his chin and steadied his gaze.
"Now we can continue," she said. "I find that you'll take me much more
seriously when I actually back up my words. Now let's talk about making
you into a pretty little girl.
"These stocks are your new home. You will live here for thirty days
unless you accept your full transformation earlier. In that case,
you'll be enrolled into Ms. Jenkins Academy for the remainder of your
yearlong initiation. If you haven't accepted your role as a woman by
the end of the thirtieth day, you will be flayed and left to die. I
understand it is an awful way to leave this world. Don't worry though.
We won't lose another potential slave with your parting. I'll simply
abduct one of your kin to restart the process. And so on and so on."
"I'm sure you can't wait to wear frilly lingerie, so I'm not too worried
about having to strip you of such pretty skin. Lingerie... you will beg
to be allowed to wear it from now on. Stockings, panties, garter belts,
corsets and of course bras. You will beg to wear them all. You're
going to need it too. Terrance likes his bitches manly. That's why
he's so hard and deep up in you, but most of the men in Shodder Hills
still prefer to fuck shapely girls.
"So you're going to ask me to give you titties. I know... it's a big
step. Titties are such an obvious form of acceptance. Well not to
worry. I'm going to give you time to think about it. However, time
comes at a price. If you beg me during the first week, I'll give you a
nice set of D cup boobies. Each following week the cup size goes up by
one until you earn an amazing set of G cups. Now I wouldn't want to
make a pretty girl wait so long for such big titties if she really
wanted them. I suppose if you begged nicely, I'd be willing to go up in
cup size at any time. I won't go back down though, so choose wisely."
"There are other things you must ask for to be accepted into the
academy. Some girls like to start small and work their way up. I get
that. Perhaps you'd prefer your tramp stamp first or maybe a belly
button piercing. Full body electrolysis is a must. As is a beauty
makeover. Your hair simply must be platinum blonde and you're in dire
need of a mani-pedi. Facial surgeries, adams apple shaving, hormone
therapy, ass implants, and of course castration are sometimes tougher to
accept.
"I will tell you now that nobody has ever been strong enough to accept
the warrior's death. Every sissy breaks. There is no shame in it. You
were put on this earth to be injected with big black cock. Doesn't it
feel sooo good in your little pussy? Just you wait. Once you've been
fitted with a bimbo's body and you're being stuffed like an oreo cookie,
you'll thank me for setting you free by making you our slave.
"Body purification is an important part of this process. Your bikini
figure could use some work anyways. You'll be given a little food and
water each time you beg for one of the things demanded of you. The only
other nourishment you'll receive is strong black seed swimming around
inside you looking for a way to make you pregnant.
"So now that you know what is expected of you, should we jump straight
to acceptance? Would you care to ask me to cut off that which you think
makes you male?"
That had been six days ago and yet another cock was fucking the
resistance out of him. Fuck them if they thought he'd break. His club
was full of men. They wouldn't beg to be girls. At least that's what
he used to think.
Dice broke first. That was day three. Cutter could see him getting
fucked right now. The lingerie he wore was ridiculous. He'd "started
small" as Ms. Georgia Black had suggested. By day five he'd gone
through electrolysis, some piercings, painted nails, two injections of
some type and donned lingerie. The corset he wore looked more painful
than the giant dick in his smooth ass.
His submission opened the flood gates and one by one him men broke.
These manly men were getting tramp stamp tattoos for a small drink of
water. Cutter couldn't believe his eyes.
The person pounding his ass was a guy this time. He could feel the cock
expand as the load burst out to invade him. He'd lost track of how many
times he'd been raped. At first it'd been easy to keep track of, but
now fatigue, dehydration and lack of food left him too weak to remain
conscious. It was a small benefit to the torture he supposed. Before
this if you'd asked him if he'd be able to sleep while someone plowed
his ass, he'd have said it was impossible. Now he often went to sleep
and woke with cock inside of him.
It was hot and Cutter's vision started to get blurry. Another cock slid
into his hole. There was no resistance even though it was a giant. The
hands on his hips were small. It was a woman behind him this time. The
cock was long, longer than even a proud black man would boast. It
punched his insides uncomfortably, but there was nothing he could do.
He endured while she relentlessly sodomized him.
Perhaps it was time to accept something small, something that wouldn't
matter too much, but could give him the strength to carry on. He was
thinking about getting his nails done when he saw Dice being let out of
bondage and led away. The man always was the weakest link.
The wait proved too long for him. He vaguely recalled getting fucked
two more times before drifting off into another fit of troubled sleep.
He dreamed of revenge, but every time he enacted it, he was no longer a
man. Instead he was what they made him into. His ability to enact
revenge in his dreams had seemed to diminish over time as well. He
dreamed more of getting fucked. When one person was done fucking him
another took his place.
A slap on his ass brought him back to the realm of the conscious.
Someone was vigorously sawing into him and he realized he knew why his
dreams always followed a certain path. His reality was wrapped around
big black cock. For all practical purposes, he was a cock sheath.
Dice was getting fucked again as well. Only this time a pair of tits
hung down from his chest. They're really done it. They'd given a man
breast implants. Cutter could see the scars where they'd inserted the
mounds into him. His skin was fairly tight over the bags, but the
pounding he was getting would surely help it stretch out.
"Shit fuck... this is real," Cutter said through his dry lips to nobody in
particular. "If it isn't me, it's my family. There is literally
nothing I can do about it."
Three more of his guys were no longer there. Cutter assumed they'd
broken and followed Dice to his fate. He guessed he couldn't really
fault them for it, but how could they come to accept such a reality. He
just didn't get it.
"You are a strong willed bitch," a woman said to his left. "You might
actually die of dehydration before the 30 days are up."
It was Ms. Georgia Black. She was studying him intently. After a brief
pause, she continued. "It's been a week. Each of your friends has
begged me for D cup breasts. Each and every one wanted to get the
smallest breasts they could before the first major deadline. Yet here
you are with not a single dainty thing about you. Should I just end
your torment now and move onto your son? They turn out so pretty when
you start them at that age."
Cutter shook his head. He knew he looked a pathetic mess, but he just
couldn't give in.
"I see I need to adjust your incentives. Your inability to accept your
girly fate is hindering the efforts with the other girls. I like a
smooth operation, so this is what I'm going to do. You have five
minutes to beg me for a full transformation. We're talking full
package, the complete makeover. In addition you'll ask for G cup
breasts. You will leave these stocks and enroll into the academy.
"Why would you do this you ask?" she said. "Two reasons. The first is
it's going to happen to you in five minutes whether you beg me or not.
And two is that if you don't, not only will you be transformed, but
we'll do the same to your entire family in front of your eyes. The
women will become breeding stock and the rest will join you in your fate
as a Shodder Hills harem sissy. You'll love watching your son suck a
real big black cock. I'm sure he'll be so thankful for the honor. So
what will it be?"
Tears would have flowed down from Cutter's eyes if he'd had any fluids
left. As it was, he was choked up as he said, "Please Ms. Georgia
Black... make me into a girl."
"That's sweet and a good start," Ms. Georgia Black said. "But I told
you what you needed to beg for. Go through the list and try to
embellish a little about each thing. Tell me how girly it will make you
feel. That makes me happy."
She wasn't going to make this easy on her. Flower began to go through
the list in the most humiliating way she could muster. "My ass is so
flat and unappealing Ms. Georgia Black. Please shape and decorate it so
that a cock would want to fuck it. I beg of you to give me ass
implants, a flowery tramp stamp and a corset, garter belt and stockings
so that when a man is behind me, he desires my girly form."
"Much better," Ms. Georgia Black said. "I would love to help shape your
booty into a proper fuck pit. Continue."
And so it went. Hormones, makeup, manicures, facial alterations,
piercings, and more, Ms. Georgia Black made Flower beg for it all in
humiliating detail. Soon there were only two items remaining on the
list. They were the items that the man she still was feared giving into
the most. Ms. Georgia Black obviously knew this, so she'd made a show
of the build up to them.
"What about titties?" she asked. "Surely a pretty Flower wants a pair
of big bouncy titties to show off."
"Yes Ms. Georgia Black," Flower said. "Please may I have some breast
implants?"
"Titties," Ms. Georgia Black corrected. "And big titties at that. Say
it right or we move on to option two."
"Titties," Flower said. "Please Ms. Georgia Black. If I'm to be a
bimbo, my figure wouldn't be complete without some huge round funbags.
My friends all wanted D cups, but I know a bimbo needs G cups. Please
may I have a pair?"
"You may indeed," Ms. Georgia Black replied. "I can see your heavenly
body now. There's only one small thing out of place. What should we do
about that?"
All the fight went out of Flower then. None of this mattered. Fate had
sealed Cutter's place. Holding onto any hopes that resistance actually
made him a man was just silly. They were taking the penis away one way
or another. If by asking to have it done, her family could carry on
their lives, she'd pay that price. "I see now that my silly little
penis is inadequate. If I don't have what it takes to be the fucker, I
should be the fuckie. It's why I need to be a more appealing girl, so
real cock will want to fuck me. Please Ms. Georgia Black, dispose of
this silly reminder that I was never truly a man."
"Jerome," Ms. Georgia Black said. "You and Terrance take Flower in for
her full transformation. Ask Ms. Jenkins to put a rush on it and to
enroll her into the academy at once. If there is any resistance from
her, I'm to hear immediately."
A few minutes later, the two large black men began half walking/half
dragging Flower to her new fate. They talked pleasantly about sports
and such things as they made their way. At one point Jerome said, "Shit
playa, I almost forgot... I got this new bitch for you to break in.
Bella. Brand new just yesterday and Ms. Jenkins already snapped her
off. That shit was funny."
"Ms. Jenkins don't play around," Terrance said. "I'll give Bella my
twelve after we drop this bitch off."
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