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He took my family from me. So I took his, then I took him.
This is a dark tale with murder, answered by murder, more murder, and
then finally transgender fiction.
I met my wife Stacy on an internet dating site. I had seen her
profile, and though she had a couple early teen kids, I couldn't help
but be taken by her beauty, so I gave her a "smile." It was a couple
days later when she "smiled" back and I thought what could it hurt, so
I sent her a simple introductory message. I didn't have to wait more
than a day before she contacted me back. This went on for maybe a
couple weeks, with back and forth messages telling each other our
stories and getting to know each other, when we decided to start video
messaging. She was just like her pictures, and she had a way about
her that I found to be very attractive as well. I often asked her why
the interest in me, since I was almost 20 years older then her, and
she told me that her late husband had also been older, and that that
was the way she liked her men. So things progressed till we finally
made some face to face meetings, and found that we were very
compatible and were in love. I met her lovely daughters Katie and
Katherine shortly after that, and we got along wonderfully too, they
were just like their mother. When I met her twin sister Chrisy, she
looked just like her sister, but had never been married, they were
very close.
A whirlwind romance, and it wasn't long before I asked Stacy to marry
me, and she said yes! She and her girls moved in with me, and so
began my pre-made family. Sure there were some growing pains, however
we had a good foundation of love and ultimately got along famously.
Chrisy often stayed with us, as the twin sisters missed each other
horribly if they didn't get to spend time together often.
We savoured our happiness for a couple years when it happened. It was
during one of Chrisy's visits, we has gone out for a meal and a late
night movie for the whole family, everyone having a great time.
Driving back on a clear night, everyone chatting and laughing about
the antics of the comedy we just saw, when an SUV ran a red light at
high speed T-boning the passenger side of the van my family was riding
in. As the vans driver, I was stunned by the impact, it was as my
head cleared that I realized that something was seriously wrong with
my family. I could hear people outside the vehicle talking about how
they had seen the SUV run the red light and ram into the side of the
van, about how the SUV driver looked drunk, about how everyone in the
van must be dead..... I passed out.
I woke up in the hospital in a panic over what I had heard. Nurses
calmed me down with some drugs, and then a hospital psychiatrist
showed up. I was informed that the accident had happened about 9
hours ago, and that my wife Stacy, and older daughter Katie had died
instantly in the accident. My younger daughter Katharine had also
passed away later during the night, and only Chrisy was holding on on
life support. The next 48 hours would likely see if she would make it
or not. I never cried like I cried then, not since I had been a
child. By the time I woke up the next day, Chrisy had gone to join
her sister.
It was later in the week before the concussion I had received in the
accident started to abate and I could think more clearly. It was then
that I asked to see somebody who I could talk about what was going to
happen to the SUV driver? I was visited by a couple police officers
who had been on the scene of the accident. These officers explained
that the driver had been charged with DUI, and four counts of man
slaughter. But that the driver had been already released on bail. I
was so fucking angry. "What the fuck do you mean he has been released
already?!?" The officers let me vent, but explained that though a
judge had placed a half a million bail, it had been paid within the
day and that there was no choice. The court case had been set for
three months time. I thanked them for coming and delivering the news
in person.
It was while in court that I finally had a good look at the man who
had killed my entire family. I was surprised to find a slight little
man in his thirties. This was the guy who had taken everything from
me. Behind him was his attractive wife and two young boys, and then
an older couple who I was to learn was the mans parents, these were
the people who had bailed him out.
They had got him a slimy lawyer to defend his case, as the court case
dragged out, I soon realized they planned to gain him his freedom.
When the eye witnesses started to "forget" what they had seen, it
started to firm up what kind of people I was dealing with.
So I had purchased some gps trackers and started following the lawyer,
the man, and his parents. I played it safe and cool, and it was only
when I saw clean safe openings that I placed the trackers on their
automobiles. I was able to use VPN's and untraceable internet systems
to find out where everyone lived, where they worked, and where the
most popular destinations for them to visit.
It was towards the end of the court case when the mans blood test
confirming he was under the influence, was found to be "contaminated"
and inadmissible in court. And then the slimy lawyer started trying
to lay the death of my loved ones on my shoulders, trying to say that
their deaths were somehow my fault, that I had been the one to cause
the accident, and that maybe I should be sued for harming the man.
Money and a lack of empathy or conciseness had allowed the man to go
free. I wanted to exact revenge.
So I took the lawyer on a foggy day while he was out running. It
wasn't hard to shoot him up full of ecstasy and with some tape I had
him well controlled. I so had him out in a secluded cabin, where he
was questioned about the case. He sang like a canary and informed me
that it was the mans parents who had paid for everything, had given
the OK to payoff or threaten the witnesses, and had paid for a dirty
cop to contaminate the blood sample. The man had begged them to help
him, and to use whatever means possible to get his freedom. After all
why should he pay for killing anyone?
So after getting everything I needed recorded and a confessional
letter written and signed, I killed the lawyer. After all if he was
dirty once, he'd likely be dirty again. He was buried under a cement
pad where he would likely stay hidden for the next 50 years, by the
time his remains were found, I would be dead and it wouldn't matter
anymore.
The mans parents were a bit more difficult. It was starting to turn
cold, so for them I started going for morning runs past their
residence, bundled up so no one could identify me. I knew that the
parents would go for a Sunday drive to a country club, and when they
would depart, I would go onto their property and get a good look at
their home. It was several weekends of checking out their residence
before I was ready to make my move. It was while they were once again
at the country club, that I set myself up, and on their return home I
waited for them to deactivate their alarm system. That was when I
came in through the back door of their house having bump unlocked the
door lock previously. With the size of the place, they never realized
someone else (me) had entered their home. I then hid in their
sizeable basement and waited quietly for several hours before they
went to bed.
It was when I crept up onto their first floor (their master bedroom
was on the second) that I noticed their cell phones charging in the
kitchen. That confirmed what I had deducted, that as an older couple,
they still had a landline phone, and that that is what they would have
siting beside their bed. It was to make things much easier for me.
So I crept back downstairs and hooked up an auto answering machine to
their phone line. Any attempts to call out would result in a message
saying that "You have reached the police, all lines are busy right
now, please stay on the line you will be connected shortly." What I
was expecting is that if they woke up before I was able to make my
move, the fake message would hold them until I was ready. As good
Liberals they didn't believe in having guns, as the police would keep
them safe, I was looking forward to displaying that they were wrong.
So with everything in place I crept up to the second floor, located
the master bedroom, and rushed right in. Neither parent woke up till
I was on top of the husband and injected him with a shot of heroin.
The mother had surprised me when she was able to get the phone off the
hook and dialled 911, but of course that did her no good. I sat there
on top of her husband and watched her face as she listened to the fake
recording. The look on her face was priceless. With nothing but
verbal threats, I made her write a letter explaining that she had
caught her husband cheating on her with a young man a third his age.
And with that I injected her with heroin too. I placed her back onto
the bed with her husband, I then overdosed first the husband, and then
the wife. I stayed until both of them stopped breathing, and they had
started to turn cold defecating and peeing themselves as life left
their bodies. At first blush, it would look like the wife had
murdered her husband before committing suicide. I was able to locate
a second floor window without an alarm - that I was able to lower
myself down from, and then steal away into the night.
Then came the man and his family. I has no intention of killing any
of them.
I waited until they dealt with the death of his parents, the
humiliation of the letter, and the murder suicide. The stress was
great, and there grew cracks in their relationships. First had been
the DUI, the court case, and now this.
The man had to go for a business trip. While he was away I took his
wife and kid's. I was able to capture them when they went out for a
walk in a park and during their drive home. While they were in the
park, I was able to damage a tire stem, ensuring that when the vehicle
reached highway speeds, the stem would tear off and cause a rapid tire
deflation. The route home took them through a quiet stretch of old
highway, and so I followed them in an old, but well running junker car
I had paid cash for. The stem let loose as I had expected, and so the
wife pulled off of the road. It was getting dark as I pulled up
behind them, and my lights kept my identity unknown as I approached.
She had rolled down her window, and was telling me how she was going
to call AAA when I was able to pump her full of heroine, not enough to
OD, but enough to fuck her up. As she slumped in her seat, I looked
and saw that her boys were fast asleep and hadn't even woken up from
the flat, our quick conversation, or the incapacitation of their
mother. The next thing they knew was me holding them down and
injecting them too.
With all three incapacitated, I tied them up with zip ties and tape,
then I quickly repaired the tire by plugging the stem after using CO2
canisters to quickly fill the flat tire. I wiped down the old junk
car, and then left it there along the side of the road. There was
nothing to trace it back to me. I then drove the vehicle with my
three captives to a small secure industrial building I had bought. I
was able to drive it into a loading bay, and close the roll top door,
before I carried them one by one to their separate windowless quiet
rooms. I then stripped them naked, and then locked them to their bed
frames before closing the doors.
When they came to, I could see them with cameras in their rooms, and I
could hear them via microphones and speakers, but what couldn't be
heard is any noice through the walls or doors. Everything was sound
tight. And the building was sound tight. If they were to somehow get
out of their rooms, they would find themselves behind several more
layers of secure and sound proof hallways and rooms. I walked into
each of their rooms and gave them another shot of heroine. I kept
this up, until I knew all three were junkies hooked on the drugs. The
moment of truth was when the mother gave me a blowjob so I would give
her her next hit. That is when I started their training.
For the mother, it was simply that she should learn to devote herself
to making me happy. Sure she asked about her children, but I told her
"not until she had learned her place." The children were a bit more
difficult. I had watched the videos, and I had gathered my supplies
using money I had received from the life insurance on my wife, the
kids and her sister. So without further ado I operated first on the
older boy, where I castrated him. The younger brother followed later
that day. They were both given their first shots of hormones, and
then placed back into their rooms. Both boys were shocked to discover
the pain between their legs and quickly broke down crying as they
realized why. I left them to recover for a week before I started the
next phase. By that time the mother was dropping to her knees with
the slightest of interest from me, and was already well on her way to
being trained to deep throat.
For the next phase, I allowed the girly boys to visit each other, but
only if they learned to talk and dress as girls at all times,
especially when together. At first I made sure I was in the room with
them during their visits, and though they felt ridiculous, they made
sure to keep me happy and were very girly. As they became more
natural over time and with all the practice, I started to leave them
alone together. Of course they were closely monitored by the cameras
and microphones, I could even hear any whispers. They never really
made any attempts to rebel, I suspect their missing balls helped with
that.
Makeup and dress up time was next, but that required help. So I
recruited their mother. Her and I had been spending many nights
together, and her entire body was given freely to me. I had told her
that if she made me happy, I would let her see her kids. Before I
reintroduced the children to their mother, I had made her promise to
call her kids by the names Katie (for the oldest) and Katharine (for
the youngest) at all times, any deviance and I would take them away.
I let her inform her kids of their new names for the first time. When
the children saw their mother they rushed to her side and there were
hugs and crying, and though the children hesitated when they heard
their new names, they were soon responding to them. Their old names
were likely gone from them forever.
Their mother came through for me, and was soon training her new
daughters as I required. She was pushing them to talk, walk, and act
the way a daughter is often taught when very young. But in addition
was the make-up lessons. They were teenagers after all and teenagers
wear make-up. I had been calling their mother Stacy, and over the
months I could tell that that was how she identified herself. The
girly boys took longer, but when the estrogens started to leave there
mark, and both were growing breasts and hips, they too started to
identify with their new names. Their mother pierced her daughters
ears all on her own without me even asking.
I didn't leave them heroine junkies the entire time, I had only used
the drug to break their spirits, and set them up for later successes
in their transformations. Eventually I turned to LSD to get them off
the Heroine. Seems counter intuitive, but when used properly, LSD can
be used to break virtually any habit. So I used it to break all three
of their heroine additions when I felt they were ready to cooperate.
I also used the LSD to break them of their free will (Stacy) and of
their masculinity (Katie and Katharine).
After about a year of captivity, I figured all three were ready for
the next step. We took a vacation to Mexico. By that time I had
taken them out on several day trips, and they all clung to me every
time. So we drove down to Mexico, and when asked for passports, I
handed over the passports for Myself, Stacy, Katie and Katharine. By
then, they all looked very much like the woman and girls for which
they had been named. So I used what had been my late wife and
daughters ID's and passports for my new family. Katie and Katharine
were soon left at a clinic where what was left of their genitals was
turned into vaginas. Stacy was happy to have her daughters complete,
and the girls by then were ready to be complete as well. Recovery was
painful, but being young, they recovered quite quickly and were soon
dilating, taking their first steps, and peeing siting down because
they would now have too for the rest of their lives. By the time we
went home, their faces beaming with happiness, the girls were asking
me if they could get bikini's for the next vacation. I told them it
was up too their mother, but we would see.
Now the man who had started all of this had come back from his
business trip to an empty house. The SUV was gone, and much of both
his wife and children's belongings were gone. I had gone in early on
after their capture, and had stripped the house of personal things and
what looked like their favourite cloths. The man thought he had been
left high and dry without any reason, no note nothing. I let him
think that for several months, and when he seemed like he might be
ready to end it all, he was contacted and told that his family was
alive and well, and if he wanted to see them, he would have to follow
some directions.
I had the man check into a prepaid seedy motel room, in the room was a
suit case with some women's clothes, a wig, some high heels, and some
makeup. He was given directions to rid himself of his clothing, and
the hair on his body. He was to be dressed into the clothing, fix the
wig onto his head, put on the lipstick, and then make his way outside
where I was waiting for him in another junker car. He asked where was
his family, and all he was told was to get into the back seat, and I
would take him to them. The idea was if anyone saw him getting into
my car, they would not have his description, but rather that of a
woman. I drove him to a secluded place along the highway, where I
pulled a gun on him. He was told to put his hands into some zip ties,
and when he was secured, I soon had him sedated on his first heroine
high. A few pieces of tape, and he wasn't going anywhere. I then
drove him to the secure building. His family at that time were
already well on their way to becoming the ladies that I wanted them to
become.
Using his wife's keys that I still had, I made anther quick trip to
the mans house, while there I left some evidence behind and would
implicate the man in the possible murder of the lawyer and his
parents. I hoped I wouldn't have to use this against him, but it
would make a good backup plan should he or his family somehow escape
my clutches.
Like his wife and children I soon had the man an heroine addict, and
like his wife before him, he would soon suck a dick to get his next
hit. Whenever he asked about his family, I promised him, "He would
see them again, but not until he was ready." Though I wasn't
interested in having sex with a man, as part of my goal, I didn't
really have a choice. But I waited till the man was neutered (just
like his children had experienced), was cross dressing fairly well,
and had become fairly adept at putting on makeup. His wife was much
better at sucking dick in the beginning, but I was surprised to find
the man catching up quickly and eventually even passed her in the cock
sucking skills department.
Eventually I started calling the man Chrisy, and with little fan fare
he accepted and answered to the name. Almost half a year had gone by
since I had taken him, when Chrisy surprised me when he offered me his
ass. Though the female hormones he had been given from day one had
only made the slightest of changes to his body, he still needed a bra
by that point, and his dick had been flaccid for months. But Chrisy
had been sucking on my dick, when he stopped suddenly, looked me in
the eyes, and asked me to fuck his ass. He told me he was
frustratedly horny, and was hopeful he would find anal sex to scratch
his inch. By this point I thought What The Hell, and I soon had him
bent over with a lubed finger probing in and out of his ass. Chrisy
kept wiggling his butt and told me he was ready. So I was soon behind
him, his drool still dribbling off my cock and then I was pushing into
him. When the head of my cock popped into his rectum he let out a
pained squeal, so I hesitated letting him adapt. I felt his anus
relax, when i pushed in again gently, slowly easing in my entire
length till I was in fully to the hilt. I once again hesitated letting
him adapt. Soon enough Chrisy was pushing his ass forward and back in
small push pull circles. Letting out little moans of pleasure and
excitement. Frankly I had never been so thrilled and excited myself -
he was putting on such a show! I finally had enough so I grabbed onto
Chrisy's hips and started to really fuck him senseless. By the time I
came in his ass, he had been calling out yes yes yes harder harder and
was meeting me thrust for thrust. Sure there was some pain and
discomfort involved, but Chrisy had performed like a champ.
I never let Chrisy or his family know that they were in the same
building and in separate silenced areas. They were so close, but
completely unknown to each other. About a couple weeks before taking
my new family on the trip to Mexico, I had let Chrisy make the same
trip by himself, traveling on a passport and ID's of my sister in law.
About the same time the new woman came back still recuperating from
her sex change, I was soon heading out to do the same thing to her
children. I told her she would see her family in maybe a month. By
the time I came back, she had been dilating herself for enough time
that she was ready to use the real thing on her new pussy. So I
quickly fucked all of her holes on my return from Mexico. She was
mint!
I gave the kids time enough for them to heal, when I introduced them
and their mother to their father/husband respectively. Chrisy
immediately approached the girls and gave them all the biggest hugs
and kisses telling them how much she had missed them all. There was
some confusion, but eventually they all figured things out.
To the world I had my family back. Though to the outside Stacy and
Chrisy were sisters, in reality of course they were husband and wife.
But they had both come to depend on me, I had broken them of their
will, and then built them back up into the women I wanted them to be.
Both were sexual dynamos, and I soon was bedding both of them at the
same time. Having a sexy pair of twin sisters taking turns competing
for the honour to please me was thrilling, and I enjoyed watching them
pleasure each other as well. They would eat each-other out with wild
abandon, finger each-other's ass and pussy, caress and fondle each-
others body, covering each-other with kisses. But they had been well
addicted to my cock, so whenever I was ready I would receive the
attentions from both of them.
One of the more interesting episodes was when Stacy took my cock in
her hand and guided me into her husband Chrisy's pussy while Chrisy
was on her hands and knees, and as I started my long strokes into
Chrisy doggy style, Stacy then scooted under and in between Chrisy's
legs and started to lick my balls as they swung back and forth, at the
same time she started rubbing her husbands clitoris vigorously.
Chrisy quickly orgasmed, and the feel of her pussy clamping down
pulsing on my cock was incredible, I too came shortly after. Stacy
then proceeded to lick the cum and juices from my cock, and then ate
Chrisy's pussy till she had sucked out every drop of my semen. For
Chrisy, she enjoyed to suckle on her wife's tits and give her long
kisses while watching my cock piston in and out of either Stacy's
pussy or her ass. Both delighted in watching and participating in
whatever role or function of sexual position they found themselves in.
With enough of their love, and about the same time they had accepted
their new lives, I had learned to finally forgive them.
I will always miss my real family, but my substitute family was pretty
great too.
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