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He sat there on the floor sobbing quietly to himself. Why was this
happening, why was this man doing this to him? Every attempt to
understand a reason why was leaving him feeling more and more confused
and upset. He felt totally dirty, degraded, debased and in abject misery.
He shouldn't have given in, he shouldn't have let that horrible man do
what he had done, how could he have done something disgusting like that?
The thought made him feel sick, yet as his tears eased he noticed that
the tray was still left there on the dressing table.
The glass with its cool, clear, pink contents was a sudden reminder of
his raging thirst and the gagging taste of that awful man. He crawled
over and climbed weakly onto the dressing table stool, hardly taking his
eyes off the drink. His hands were almost trembling too much to pick up
the glass and he found himself leaning forward to take his first sips.
The cool refreshing cherry taste was like heaven and in seconds he was
gulping swigs in a gargled attempt to clear the revolting taste in his
mouth. Each mouthful of the wonderful cooling draught making him feel
better, easing his confused stress, a settling calm coming over him.
He lifted the lid from the dish, the smell fuelling his hunger, it was
full of thick creamy chicken soup, it looked unappetising, a horrible
reminder of the old man's ejaculations. Richie looked at it in quivering
disgust but the aroma was becoming too much for him, his saliva glands
working overtime. Hesitantly he picked up the spoon from the tray and
dipped it into the creamy mixture, closely sniffing its contents before
tentatively tasting the smallest drop.
It was a little salty, but the taste encouraged the demands of his
gurgling stomach until suddenly he was scooping spoon after spoon of the
thick soupy cream into his hungry mouth. Looking around the tray Richie
saw that there was no bread, to go with it, nothing to wipe the thick
creamy residue from the dish to sate his still wanton craving emptiness.
Without a thought he rubbed his finger around the clinging remnants in
the bowl, not thinking as he sucked every drop from the tip, slipping his
finger into his mouth and savouring each last taste. The hidden lens
recorded it all for posterity, if proof be needed, Elwyn and Alfred
gleefully smiling as they watched his every move on the monitor in the
room below.
Finished and almost gasping a strange exhaustion coming over him, Richie
sat unthinking for a minute before finally making up his mind and groping
his way over to the bed. He crawled onto it and lay back on the pillows,
the weariness seeping into every pore of his body, awake, yet so tired he
was unable to even lift his hand to reach the duvet.
They gave him ten minutes more before moving, Alfred, his doctor's bag
with him, Elwyn leading the way a new white baby doll nightie in his
hand. Richie heard the door unlock, it was a struggle to turn his head to
look he felt so weary, it was like slow motion, there were two of them,
another man was with the old farmer. Richie's heart started pounding. He
was carrying a doctor's bag, he looked well dressed and official.
"What was this, what was this? What's going on?" His face blushing a deep
red in a screaming embarrassment, yet he couldn't seem to raise his hand
to cover himself up, he couldn't speak, his tongue seemed glued in his
mouth. He just lay there on the top of the clothes, the skimpy see though
nightie emphasising his form beneath it.
Alfred was trying to calm his excitement. "Let's get him lying flat on
his back so that I can examine him."
Elwyn helped to lift Richie off the pillow which they pushed to the
floor. Richie felt weird, panicky he couldn't seem to move, he couldn't
speak, yet his eyes were open, he could see the men, feel their touch and
he could hear what the official looking man was saying. What had happened
to him, had he had a stroke, was he ill, was it the food, had it had an
allergic reaction, he was feeling more and more terrified by the minute.
Alfred pulled Richie's nightie up so that he could see his chest, his
budding breasts, his enlarged nipples. He began to rub his hands over
them, feeling and squeezing, then touching and pulling at his nipples. He
was smiling in a sort of weird satisfaction.
"Good, it appears to have taken well, now we will give him a few saline
injections around the chest, which will properly trigger the aloe and
feed it." He looked up at Elwyn. "In case you were wondering, its yes."
Elwyn knew immediately that the solution was also a blend of high
strength female hormones as Alfred had intimated on the previous day and
he nodded smiling broadly.
Alfred took out a huge syringe and filled it from a large bottle, Richie
watched him in horror, he wanted to shout,. "Noo get off me, get off",
but his voice was lost. He wanted to push the man away, to wriggle and
squirm away from the approaching syringe, but he just couldn't seem to
move. Elwyn's steadying hand almost unnecessary as the doctor began to
inject the solution in what seemed to be random points all over his chest
until he finally even injected some into his already swollen and tender
nipples.
They rolled him over then, pulling his panties half off to reveal his
trembling bum, Richie whimpering and quivering inside yet totally
helpless as Alfred softly slid his hand over and around his cheeks. The
doctor again satisfied gave the saline injections, smiling at Elwyn as he
did so.
Turning him back onto his back, they wedged him onto his pillows again
Alfred sat on the bed and spoke to Richie for the first time. "Well now
sissy, I've had to give you saline injections to stop you dehydrating, in
future you should listen to your Master and drink your drinks when they
are offered to you."
It was like a reprimand that shocked and disturbed Richie as he lay there
in frozen immobility.
Alfred took Richie's limp hand in his, explaining as he would a child..
"You will have had a feeling of sexual euphoria all day today, there was
a deep burning excitement inside you which has completely aroused you,
creating a wanton unstoppable sexual urge. This gave you a rush, a
pulsing glow of blissful joy as you've succumbed to it and you have
succumbed to it, you were unable to resist, giving in to every second of
it whether you wanted to or not"
Alfred smiled a lewd hungry smile.
"Last night I gave you a drug which caused these effects and I am pleased
to see its results so far, it's delicious to see you struggle and lose to
its demands. It's a wonderful drug and I am sure you will be excited to
hear that it is incredibly addictive."
Richie listened to the man's words in complete horror, a whimper escaping
from his mouth as he screamed inside willing himself to fight against
this evil maniac, yet totally unable to move a muscle in his paralysed
body.
Alfred looked gleefully at the sissy, he could see his mental anguish,
see the struggle as he willed himself to move, the frustration in his
eyes as he failed and the horror in his face as he realised his complete
vulnerability.
"I will be giving you this beautiful drug every night sissy and every day
you will buzz insanely as your body tries harder and harder to achieve
the fulfilment it is desperate for." He giggled a flash of insane
excitement as he spoke. "Soon you will be begging your master to give it
to you and soon you will do anything to feel that desperate arousal
inside you again."
Richie struggled and struggled, his speech coming in single gasping
incoherent words of fearful horror as he tried to beg them to stop. His
movement stayed resolutely incapable as he lay there in a tremulous
fearful vulnerability.
Alfred nodded to Elwyn who grasped Richie's arm as an extra insurance to
prevent his escape whilst he took out the bottle with a new disposable
syringe. Richie watched him, his head filled with terror, his words still
just a mumbled babble. Alfred filed the syringe, a little test droplet on
the needle signalling that it was ready before he placed it to one side
and picked up the rubber strap. Suddenly he was behaving as the
professional he was and he slipped the band around Richie's trembling
upper arm pulling it tightly and raising his fearful vein.
Richie was whimpering continually now, Elwyn could feel him quivering as
he held him. Alfred smiled a most evil almost lustful smile before
plunging the needle into the ready vein, the plunger depressed slowly,
resolutely until all the drug had entered the sissy's arm and he finally
pulled the strap away with a flourish.
"You're going to have one excited sissy tomorrow darling." Alfred turned
to Elwyn and their eyes met shining brightly with excited arousal, they
could hardly wait to finish up and leave their poor whimpering prisoner
alone with his fearful thoughts as they enjoy their own relief in each
others hands.
The door locked, the light out, Richie lay there under the duvet that
they had covered him with, tears trickling down his cheeks, sensations
gradually returning to his fingers, and yet he felt so tired so terribly
tired, so emotionally drained. Sleep was a wonderful escape, no one could
hurt him there, here was peace, here was somewhere his poor throbbing
brain could rest and the strain drained from his face as his eyes closed.
He wriggled in his morning, closed eyed, semi wakefulness, he'd had such
a weird dream, no it had been a nightmare, was there such a thing as a
sexy nightmare? He felt his usual early morning arousal, his hand
slipping down to stroke himself. He was wearing panties, he couldn't
remember putting them on but it wasn't unusual either, he slid his hand
beneath them, it felt sticky. Had he had a wet dream then? He half
giggled to himself, he hadn't had one of those since he was a boy.
His penis was demanding now though, he wanted to stroke it, somehow it
seemed more than his normal early morning arousal. His fingers slid down
his penis flaccid in his sticky panties, yet its head begging for his
touch. A thought suddenly began to grow in his mind, a thought that made
his hand fly to his chest, his eyes opening in horror at what he
discovered.
Richie sat up in horror.
"Oh my god noo, nooo, oh my god please noo." The words spoken loudly to
the empty room.
The breasts, his breasts, were larger now, much more noticeable, real,
his nipples erect thick and tingling insanely as he looked at them,
begging for his touch. He couldn't stop himself as his hands closed
around them through the thin material of the nightie, they moved to his
touch soft, warm and heavy, his nipples hard against his palms. He closed
his eyes as he rubbed them, his fingers stroking over himself, fingers
and thumbs tweaking and a quivering arousal flowed down through his body
into the demanding head of his throbbing penis.
In seconds he was writhing on the bed, one hand between his legs the
other over his breasts, his fingers and hands working, his body
responding, in a whimpering wanton search for his desperate climax. His
frustrating lack of erection teasing him as he teased himself, his
fingers hooked beneath his foreskin in his desperate desire to scratch
and satisfy his merciless itch.
He writhed like that for almost half an hour before he managed to stop
himself and even then it was with a desperate struggle to drag his hands
away from his body. Sitting on the edge of the bed panting, his feminised
body begging him to continue, he dragged himself to his feet and
staggered into the bathroom. Pulling the sweaty sticky nightie off
himself he threw it on the floor and plonked himself unceremoniously onto
the toilet. He sat there doing his business for a few minutes as he tried
to concentrate his mind. What could he do to clear his head? The thought
of a cold shower came to him and finishing he went straight into the
shower, turning on to start the fierce cascade of water. The buzzing warm
flow made him whimper as it tickled his body and resolutely he grabbed
the control knob turning it to cold. The temperature didn't change
though, it carried on with a warm stinging jet, massaging and tickling
his skin as it caressed him. Frustrated he madly turned the dials, trying
his best to ignore the arousal the cascade was causing, only to suddenly
start a multijet bombardment of his body from nozzles at all angles
around the shower enclosure. Two well placed jets hit his breasts making
him swoon, a further one striking the middle of his quivering bottom and
yet another at his maddeningly flaccid ever tingling penis. He lost all
track of time as he stood there moaning to himself in ecstasy, his body
on fire, the sensations driving him wild.
The water stopping what appeared to be by itself was the only thing that
ended his madness, he stood there for a few minutes dripping wet as he
leaned exhausted against the wall. Struggling to pull himself together he
dabbed himself dry with the towel, purposely trying to avoid those
terrible ever needy erogenous areas and staggered back into his bedroom
prison. The new nightie was on the dressing table where Elwyn had left
it, he picked it up and blindly, almost automatically, put it on his mind
purely focussed on ignoring the unstopping burning desire to touch
himself.
Moments later Richie heard the sound of approaching footsteps, his heart
thumped wildly at the sound, a growing humiliation inside him at being
seen in this way again. Looking around in panic he saw the duvet crumpled
on the floor where it had fallen in his earlier ecstatic writhing. He
picked it up quickly wrapping it around himself just as the door opened.
Elwyn looked at him scornfully. "Drop that or I'll take it away from you
and you'll see what it's like tonight when you try to sleep without it!"
His voice was level, hard edged and strict, daring him to disobey.
Richie looked at him a few seconds, his face growing red, but he could
see that the old man wasn't making an empty threat. Trembling he dropped
the duvet to the floor revealing his gradually feminising body through
its' tantalising white veil.
Elwyn looked him up and down lustfully, licking his lips as he did so,
taking in his increasingly more noticeable breasts, his stiff erect
nipples beckoning him. He placed the tray he'd been carrying down on the
dressing table and turning swiftly he grabbed Richie's arm, pulling him
towards him and over his lap in one movement as he sat down on the bed.
Richie was slow to react and when he did so his struggles were weak and
ineffective. The old man took his time to position him across his knees,
his strong arms pinning him there, with his right hand resting on
Richie's teasingly covered rounding bottom.
He spoke in sharp single words, each one punctuated by a hard stinging
slap on his sissy's quivering buttocks.
"You." "Always." "Wear." "What." "I." "Give." "You." "To." "Wear."
"Nothing." "Else."
"You." "Don't." "Decide." "What." "You." "Want." "To.. "Wear." "I." "Do."
"And."
"You." "Don't." "Cover." "Yourself." "Up." "To." "Hide."
"Ever."
"Understand." "Sissy?"
Over thirty hard slaps hit Richie's quivering bottom and he was a
pleading, sobbing wreck by the end, foolishly apologising in his
desperate attempt to stop the old man.
Elwyn's left arm had been around Richie's waist holding him on his lap,
now he gradually he slipped his left hand down and up between Richie's
legs
"There will be No breakfast or lunch for you now either sissy, that's
your punishment for being a naughty girl and if you don't learn your
lesson and behave at supper time then I'll give you a proper spanking,
one you won't forget in a hurry."
The fingers of Elwyn's left hand were rubbing gently over Richie's
tingling penis, tickling him there as he spoke. Richie was unable to stop
himself, he whimpered his immediate arousal as he wriggled against the
old man's fingers plainly proving to Elwyn that the drug was doing its'
evil work.
Elwyn smiled triumphantly to himself before carefully sliding his sissy
off his knees onto the floor, leaving him quivering there, desperate to
touch himself as Elwyn collected the full tray and left the room, locking
the door again as he went.
The day was a long terrible torment mixed between the never ending
nymphomaniacal urges to try to achieve the climax that he thought would
ease his never stopping want, whilst battling with his growing thirst and
starvation. When ever he managed to drag his mind off his endlessly
craving sex, it was the dehydrating thirst that wracked his mind.
His lips were so dry, almost cracking, that he searched for something,
anything to ease them. In an idiotic senseless logic, he picked up the
lipstick from the dressing table where it stood with the other things
he'd taken from the drawer in his frantic searches. He removed the top
and screwed the stick of carmine out of its sleeve, pausing, his hand
trembling, as he studied the deep greasy colour. He hadn't a thought in
his head only that of seeking a relief, something, anything to moisten
his dry tight lips. Gently he brought it to them, stupidly puckering as
he painted the sticky redness over them. He did not looking in the mirror
to see what he had actually done, there was no thought of that, no
thought of what it made him look like, he just sighed in the brief
relief it gave him.
As the evening finally dawned on that never ending day, Richie sat
quivering on his bed in his anguish. He was hardly able to wait any
longer he was so desperate to hear the footsteps again, willing the
return of the old man, the footsteps that would bring him some solace,
a frantic relief from his undying thirst. He found that if he
concentrated his mind on that, then the sexual demands of his body were
masked, yet each time he let his mind drift, his hands would slip down
between his legs and up over his begging nipples, once again turning him
into a writhing wanton slave.
Finally he heard the sound, his heart beating in a furious tarantella, it
was a sound that created a huge trepidation in him yet it also made him
breath in hoped relief. Weakly he slipped from the bed to stand.
Foolishly he smoothed down his translucent nightie, straightened his
revealing moist panties and he faced the door nervously waiting for his
captor.
Elwyn unlocked the door and opened it to see his sissy standing there a
picture of erotica in his see through baby doll teasingly revealing
himself, his lips painted deep slutty red as if ready for him. He closed
the door behind him, placed the tray on the dressing table and without a
word unzipped his trousers, pulling out his already half erect cock.
Richie gasped In quivering embarrassment, trying to ignore yet unable to
take his eyes off Elwyn's growing manhood, then taking a deep breath,
knowing it was the only way the cruel old farmer would allow him the
drink he so desperately needed, he hesitantly stepped forward. Disgusted
with himself he tremulously knelt in front of the old man. Elwyn lifted
his cock to Richie's face, pulling back his foreskin to reveal the smooth
head of his shining monster, glistening, it's mouth already dribbling in
its excitement, ready to enter through the lips of the quivering sissy
just in front of him.
Whimpering slightly, hating very second, Richie closed his eyes to shut
out the horror as he leaned forward to kiss the repellant serpent. It's
smooth head clinging to his sticky red lips, it's heated wetness forcing
them apart, the dribble of its excitement touching his tongue, his
craving thirst making him involuntarily lick, his horrified taste buds
causing the reacting swallow driven by his desperate thirst relief. Then
All disgusting thoughts were suddenly gone, swept away, he was like a man
in the desert parched and dehydrated, being offered water, unable to
control himself he stupidly began to frantically suck as if it was the
juiciest lollipop. Elwyn smiled to himself his cock stiffening fully as
he slipped his hands behind his sissy's head to slowly thrust in and out
prolonging the enjoyment of his growing climax. He felt elated, an
ecstatic excitement at the thought of filling the sissy, his sissy's
belly with his seed once again. The thought making his erection throb in
its stiffness, his fulfilment teasingly close as he used the whimpering
gobbling Richie, pushing him further and further as he plunged deeper and
deeper into him. The serpent, his serpent, its mouth opening wider as if
prepared to strike, suddenly grew in a stiffening thrust right into the
sissy's gagging throat the roaring fountain jet of semen squirting deep
inside, flowing into his starving belly his digestive juices in
unstoppable appetite, gobbling it up once again. Elwyn's genes once again
transported possessingly throughout his sissy's body.
Richie sat there on the floor gasping, quivering, disgusted with what
he'd done, he didn't realise that his hand was moving gently in the
stickiness inside his translucent panties, his nipples still stiff and
pointing, the sexual urge unstopping inside him.
"Get on your bed girl," Elwin growled.
Richie half looked up feeling dazed.
"If you still want your supper you'd better get on your bed now girl."
Elwyn turned, tucking his temporarily satisfied serpent into his trousers
before reaching to uncover the tray he'd brought. Richie crawled numbly
over to his bed and with trembling knees he climbed up on to it lying
back on his pillow to nervously watch the old farmer. Pulling the
covering cloth back, Elwyn revealed to Richie's shock, two baby bottles,
both with disproportionately large penis shaped teats. He picked up the
one full of light pink juice and brought it over to Richie.
"Come on thirsty girl, have a little drink before your supper." Elwyn
spoke in a soft cajoling yet leering voice.
Richie wriggled back against his pillow in avoidance, his eyes glued to
the bottle in Elwyn's gnarled hand. Slowly Elwyn tipped the bottle and a
droplet of the thirst quenching juice formed at the tip of the clear
latex penis, growing until it finally dripped onto his nightie covered
growing breasts. Richie felt the moisture tickling him through the sheer
material, inadvertently he licked his lips as he watched another droplet
form. Elwyn brought the dripping penis teat closer and closer to his
sissy's trembling lips until stupidly mesmerised Richie opened his mouth
to accept it.
Elwyn smiled gleefully as Richie began to suck gasping to quench his
parched throat.
"You've got to learn slut, good girls must suck cocks."
He watched closely and when Richie had gulped down half of the bottle he
pulled it from him.
"You don't want to spoil your supper, slut."
He exchanged the bottles and gave Richie the one full of creamy white
stuff. Richie took it in a dream, unthinking, his body already feeling
that drugged relaxation beginning to flow through him. Elwyn had to
support the bottle this time, his sissy's hands didn't seem strong
enough. Elwyn pushed the tip of the penis teat into Richie's mouth,
seeing him begin unthinkingly,to almost automatically suck it and slowly
he began to push it further and further between his lips. Richie had to
suck harder this time for the thick creamy slightly salty tasting fluid
to flow out of the teat and Elwyn moved it in and out of Richie's mouth
as he sucked, mimicking the movement of a real cock in his mouth.
By the time the bottles were empty, Richie was once again just lying
there in dozy eyed paralysis, he felt so tired, he couldn't move his arms
or legs, they felt like lead weights were attached to them, yet even
though he felt terribly tired he could hear everything that was going on
around him. The door opening and the doctor coming in, chilled him to the
core, his soft whimpers doing little except to make the evil doctor
smile.
"How's our girl doing?" he spoke to Elwyn and Elwyn grinned nodding to
the prone figure on the bed.
"Let's examine her then shall we." It was a statement, not a question and
within minutes they'd removed Richie's nightie and panties. Slowly, to
Richie's complete humiliation, the doctor examined every inch of his
body, running fingers over his quivering bottom, his shrunken flaccid
penis, up over his growing breasts and finally concentrating on his
continually erect nipples. He spent a few minutes on them, pulling and
squeezing them, looking intently as he did so.
"So I think we have almost a B size breast, but I think we'll double the
dose today, the development is coming along well, but they need to be
much larger don't you think, much more noticeable, with much more
feeling, we should progress to a D as quickly as we can, with possible
plans later for a double D perhaps. Also now it is time we triggered the
mammary glands, as they will cause extra growth as well as prepare for
milk production."
Richie couldn't believe his ears, he was whimpering incoherently,
screaming inside, but totally unable to move again.
"You can't wait can you baby, hmm?" The doctor cupped his breasts,
slipping his fingers over them to pluck at his throbbing nipples, looking
into Richie's terrified eyes as he did so. "Well we had better get on
then hadn't we."
The injections around his breasts seemed to be more intensive and take
longer this time. The final one being a long syringe full of a dark
yellow liquid that was even more invasive as he injected directly down
into his nipples and seemed to take forever for him to administer.
Richie was almost glad it was all over when the syringes and bottles
were finally put away in the doctors bag. He'd have to escape, get this
terrible procedure reversed somehow, if only he could get out of the room
he was sure he could find a way out of that evil place.
"There, now that only leaves one thing doesn't it baby girl." The doctor
leaned over, looking into his face smiling.
Richie felt a sudden pang of terror gripping him, what did he mean? He
hoped and prayed it wasn't what he thought. The doctor had Richie's hand
in his and was stroking and squeezing it.
"You can feel that can't you baby girl?" He was smiling that evil smile.
Richie could feel it, the sensations coming back into his body, yet he
still felt so weak. The doctor turned his hand over, palm upwards,
holding his wrist with one hand and slipping his other hand up his arm.
The strap around his upper arm, almost took him by surprise, the gasped
words. "Noo, please." A squeak of abject fear.
"Ohh baby girl you know you love it, you know you want it, just remember
how nice it makes you feel?" The smile was pure evil
Richie was trembling all over as the needle entered, a roaring in his
head as the plunger depressed and as the strap was freed the buzzing
increased in the head of his flaccid penis desperately begging for
attention, his nipples hot and craving touch.
The doctor brought his lips to the nearest and sucked it into his mouth,
his teeth brushing against it teasing it, Elwyn reacted quickly took the
other into his mouth too, his roughness making Richie unable to stifle a
moan. The doctor, his hands still encased in his surgical gloves, slipped
one down between Richie's legs to tease his yearning flaccidity. Richie
parted his legs whimpering, desperate to achieve the deepening craving
for a climax, desperate to push his weak body against the doctors skilled
latex covered fingers Which slid down between his cheeks. The pressure
there was almost too much for Richie, the sensations in his body almost
too much for him to bear as he wriggled and quivered like a wanton slut
desperate for sex.
They stopped as quickly as they started.
"You love it don't you slut?" He laughed. "Now be a good girl for your
Master tomorrow."
In moments Richie was alone again, naked with his body unsatisfied and on
fire.
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