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I retired several years ago but to keep both body and mind active I
acquired a part time job with a firm of national newsagents/
stationers. Before retiring I worked in the finance industry servicing
the needs of High Net Worth clients. Most of the time the shop I
worked in was staffed by just one person which meant me at weekends.
Many of the customers were regulars especially in the mornings when
they bought their daily newspapers. It was usual to know many of these
regulars by name and in some cases their first name.
Marie was one such customer who came in mid morning most weekends. She
was, I guess, in her late twenties reasonably attractive although
perhaps a little fat around her bum and thighs. I did not know much
about her other than she was divorced (it came up in conversation
although I forget why) and that she worked; I once saw her at a
restaurant where I was having a birthday dinner. She was with a man
she later said was her boss and they were celebrating her birthday. It
seemed we had the same birthdate.
One very cold Sunday morning when I had both shop doors closed Marie
came into the shops for her two newspapers. After exchanging
pleasantries and paying Marie left an A4 stiff brown envelope on the
serving counter as she departed the shop. I quickly glanced down and
noticed it was addressed to me but as there were other customers to
serve I put it under the counter to look at it when I had a quiet
moment. I didn't get that quiet moment as the shop was busy throughout
my shift. However, once my shift replacement had taken over I went
into the staff room where curiosity got the better of me and I slit
the envelope open.
OMG! The envelope contained full colour photographs purporting to be
me. I was in various poses wearing a well filled black bra and black
nylon brief panties either sucking cock or with the panties down and a
cock in my bum. With the pictures was a note. "Be at this address at 1
p.m. prompt. If you aren't at the address on time copies of the photos
will be sent to your boss and all your friends and relatives." I sat
down. It was my guess my head had been photoshopped onto the body of a
female much my size and build. If that's what was done it was very
good. You couldn't see the joins so to speak.
I was in turmoil. If I ignored going to the address I could find
copies of the photographs sent to my boss etc. Could I risk that
happening and even though everyone would realize they were fakes it
would be still highly embarrassing. On the other what was the purpose
if I do go to the address? I gathered up the photographs, left the
shop by the rear door and went to the address. I decided the risk was
too high and anyway my curiosity also got the better of me.
I was at the specified address, which wasn't very far away. Marie let
me in. It was a well furnished apartment. "Now you have a choice.
Leave and I hit the button and send the pictures or you do exactly as
I say. What's it to be?" Rightly or wrongly I decided to stay. It was
the wrong decision but I was not to know that at the time. Marie took
me to a bedroom and told me to strip naked. Knowing I needed to find
the phone with the pictures on I did as I was told. Then Marie had me
put on a black bra and panties similar to the bra and panties I was
purporting to be wearing in the pictures. The bra was padded and I
guessed it was a C cup. I never saw the camera in the corner of the
room until much later. Marie now had genuine pictures of me wearing
bra and panties. Another bad decision. Before I knew what was
happening Marie spun me round and cuffed my hands behind my back. She
did it so fast I did not even realize she had the cuffs despite them
jangling and making a noise. Now I was really stuffed.
"You can shout as much as you like but no one will hear because all
the rooms are soundproofed. In any event all outside doors are
securely looked." My escape was looking even more unlikely now. "Now
sit down. I'm going to explain a few things to you. First, I'm known
as a procurer, probably more correctly a procuress. I acquire young
girls and women for discerning purchasers, normally men but
surprisingly on occasions mature women. These females are acquired for
one purpose and one purpose only - sex. They become sex slaves as
whores, pain sluts or forced lesbians. I've even sold a tv
personality. You might remember Christina who disappeared a while
back. Well she was one of mine. I've just received some photographs of
Christina since I sold her. Look," Marie said taking some pictures out
of a manila envelope.
The first showed Christina naked on her back with a thick black cock
well inside her hairless pussy. That it was a tight fit was indicated
by the anguish on her face. The second picture showed Christina about
eight months pregnant on her hands and knees with what seemed like the
same black cock inside her bum. Again it was clear from her face she
was in pain. The third picture showed Christina with a small black
baby and sucking a black cock. The cock could be seen through the
outside of her throat. "Since that last photograph was taken Christina
has had a further black baby and is currently seven months pregnant.
How old would you say she is. I'd guess early thirties meaning she's
got at least a further ten years before she becomes infertile. Perhaps
another fifteen babies for her owner, who incidentally is a rich
woman! I sold Christina for a lump sum plus an additional sum for each
baby she produces. Once infertile Christina's owner will likely sell
her on for her to become a common prostitute working in some sleazy
brothel."
OMG. What had I gotten myself into?
"Now back to you Maureen. That's what your new owner will call you.
You're a first for me especially as you have to be modified before you
are collected. The women I sell are often altered mostly with the
addition of piercings. Your changes will be more extensive." I didn't
like the sound of that and I started to run to the door and escape
regardless of the consequences with the photos. I did not get very
far. Marie tripped me up and I crashed into the locked door. "Now that
was foolish. You'll be punished for that. Now pick yourself up and sit
back in the chair." I did as I was told. Marie went behind me so I
could not see what she was doing. Then I felt a prick in my neck.
"What the fu...." I passed out.
I came to in some kind of medical room. I was wearing a pink surgical
gown with my ankles secured tightly in a pair of medical stirrups and
my wrists fastened behind my head. A red ball gag was in my mouth
preventing me from making any noise other than a mumble. My head was
propped up on a pillow.
"Hi Maureen," Marie said. "Your modifications are costing me a lot of
money so it's just as well I'm getting well paid for my services. I'm
sure you've already guessed what's going to happen to you but in the
unlikely event you don't know you're going to be castrated. And
because you tried to escape you will only receive a local anesthetic
so you will remain fully conscious and see everything that goes on." I
struggled to get free from the stirrups without any success. The
sadistic bitch Marie was going to emasculate me. At least it was going
to be done by a surgeon, not that that was much of a consolation.
The surgeon filled a syringe with a clear liquid and emptied it into
my scrotum on both sides. The initial pain soon subsided. The surgeon
left me for about 15 minutes before he returned all masked up. He drew
my legs still in the stirrups up towards my chest at the same time
pulling them apart. Doing that virtually prevented me from moving my
lower body.
Then came the first incision. I fainted. Marie brought me round with
smelling salts. She was prepared as clearly she did not want me to
miss anything. Bitch! The incision was from the bottom of my scrotum
to the top. The surgeon then eased out one and then the other testicle
severing the first followed by the second. He dropped them both into a
surgical dish. Marie was on hand with the smelling salts when she
noticed I looked like fainting. To ensure I was to be smooth down
there the surgeon also removed my scrotum. He then sutured my wounds
and stitched me up. Finally I was given an injection to deaden the
inevitable pain but in reality it was to put me out for the next stage
of my modifications.
I regained consciousness to find myself propped up on a bed back at
Marie's apartment. How I got to and from the surgeon's operating room
I know not. I saw almost immediately what the second stage of my
modifications entailed. I had been given breast implants and there
were clearly to be seen through the long pink nylon nightdress I was
now wearing. Marie was sitting alongside my bed, to gloat, I
suspected. "Not my style. Too old fashioned for me but it's what your
buyer wants you to wear. You'll stay here until you are fully
recovered. Then I will take you to my buyer."
Three weeks later Marie had me dress in clothes supplied by my owner
for that's what he was. I had been wearing a bra since my operation.
During this three week period all my body hair was lasered off. My
latest bra was pale pink with lace trim around the C cups. Matching
full cut nylon panties held the vestiges of my genitalia tightly in
place. What was left was my penis which had shrunk considerably to now
less than an inch. I could no longer get hard or cum. I know because
Marie made me try and pleasure myself. I failed miserably and when she
saw my failure she laughed sadistically. Over the underwear I was
wearing a pink nylon blouse through which my bra could clearly be
seen, a brown knee length skirt and brown cardigan. On my feet was a
pair of two inch brown heels. My hair was now long enough to have been
permed and Marie had, in a moment of weakness perhaps, had made up my
face.
"Well Maureen. You look like an early sixties housewife. That's how
you buyer wants you to look. I gather you are wearing his late wife's
clothes and you are going to replace him." Did I hear her correctly?
She said him. I was confused. I was a freak; a man with breasts, no
balls or scrotum, wearing women's clothes and underwear, permed hair
waiting to be collected - by whom.
Marie drove with me sitting in the back of a windowless van for around
two hours. I thought about trying to escape. Would anyone accept me me
for what I now was? They might. It was worth a try. So I tried. The
doors were locked. "I thought you might try and escape. You should
know by now I'm very thorough. Even if I say so myself I do fully earn
my fees."
We arrived at a large house well out in the countryside. Marie led me
to the front door and cuffed my wrists around a metal pole set into
the ground. "Bye Maureen. Very nice to have known you. I hope you will
enjoy you new life as a wife. Oh did I forget to tell you that. There
you now what your future is. I'm sure we will never meet again. Ive
already got my next target in my clutches. She is also well known like
Christina and will be very profitable for me. Oh I forgot. You make a
very attractive middle aged woman. I'm sure many men will fancy you."
With that Marie drove away.
I was cuffed to the pole for at least an hour before the door was
opened. Because the light was behind the man I could not see him
properly. But I did see he was wearing a dressing gown. He unlocked me
and led me into the house. Then my jaw dropped. It was Julian, one of
my most wealthiest clients. He had once tried it on with me by kissing
me and squeezing by balls. I rebuffed his advances and threatened to
terminate our client arrangement although I did not press the latter
very hard as his fees were very lucrative.
"Well we meet again Michael although I think it's Maureen now. You
know what my income and assets are so you know I could afford to have
you abducted, modified and brought to me here. Marie is not cheap but
she's very efficient. Did she tell you about Christina. That made me
shudder when I saw some pictures of her but it did convince me Marie
was the person to get you ready for you new life with me. I'm a
widower now. Pauline, my last wife died last year but then you know
that. What you don't know is that Pauline was originally Paul. You are
going to be my next wife." With that he put a diamond engagement ring
on the third finger of my left hand. I tried to remove it but it was
tight on. "The wedding is arranged for next week. In the meantime life
goes on and you will spend the time doing my accounts and tax return
and managing my investments as you did before."
The week passed slowly apart from a woman who came in to fit me for my
wedding dress. I guess she must have well paid as she did not bat an
eyelid when she had me naked in front of her showing my tiny cock. The
woman chose all my underwear. White of course. White nylon french
knickers and a matching basque that uplifted my breasts. It also
revealed my nipples in the vees cut into the tops of the cups. The
basque's suspenders were attached to a pair of fifteen denier white
nylon stockings. The woman then had me parade around the room in my
underwear for more than an hour so as to get used to walking on the
four inch white heels now on my feet. Once she thought I was used to
the heels three satin petticoats were fastened around my waist. Then
came the dress. It was of course white with a strapless bodice and a
meringue style floor length skirt. I had a frilly garter on my left
thigh.
Satisfied the woman had me put back on my every day clothes.
My wedding day quickly came and the woman who dressed me before came
and dressed me in all my wedding finery. The wedding took place a
private chapel with a minimum number of guests. A civil ceremony saw
me promising to obey my husband. Then a gold ring was slipped on my
finger to lie adjacent to the engagement ring I already wore. It too
could not be removed. Our honeymoon was to be at the house. I had yet
to have sex with Julian. In fact I'd never had sex with any man up to
that point. I was a virgin and as if to emphasis the point there was a
virgin white nightdress on the bed I assume left there by Julian. It
was semi transparent nylon, full length, elasticated puff sleeves and
gathered under the bust. I suspected it had belonged to Pauline. I
removed all my wedding finery and slipped the nightdress over my head.
In the back of my mind I seemed to recall that in the olden days the
bride's mother-in-law lightly drugged her daughter-in-law and lay her
on the bed in her nightdress ready for her new husband's attentions. I
had no drugs but I lay on the bed in the white nightdress to await
Julian. I hoped he would be gentle with me.
Julian came into the bedroom naked and so I saw his body for the first
time. His seven inch cock was already hard. Without any fore play
Julian jumped on top of me pulling my nightdress up and forcing my
legs around his back. "Please be gentle with me" I whispered. My plea
fell on deaf ears. Julian put the very purple head of his cock at the
entrance to my bum. Then without any warning he forced the whole seven
inches inside me. The pain was excruciating as Julian plunged past my
virgin sphincter. I screamed and writhed in agony as Julian raped me
for that is what it was. I had heard about marital rape and now I was
experiencing it as a victim.
Julian ensured I was in pain for some fifteen minutes laughing most of
the time as he delayed his orgasms a number of times when I sensed he
was close to cumming. I was to learn time and time again in the future
Julian was a very sadistic man. Eventually Julian shot his hot thick
cum way up inside me. Without any consideration for me he immediately
pulled out of me, went to the bathroom for a shower, leaving me on the
bed in considerable pain. He did not even pull my nightdress down.
I must have laid on the bed for some thirty minutes when Julian came
back, still naked. He sat on my chest with his hardening cock inches
from my mouth. "My wife, and all women, are only on earth to serve
their husbands, boyfriends and lovers sexually whenever they desire.
You have no rights and I will have sex with you whenever I want to.
Now suck," Julian shouted as he slapped my inner left thigh as hard as
he could. In fear I opened my mouth and took Julian's hard cock in. As
before Julian took the initiative. He was not content with his cock in
my mouth. He painfully forced most of it down my throat. I immediately
gagged and breathing became difficult even though I was breathing
through my nose. Again Julian prolonged my agony before ultimately
shooting his load straight into my stomach. As Julian pulled out of my
mouth I felt humiliated and degraded. But then according to Julian I
was just a woman and a wife and there to provide sexual pleasure for
her husband whenever he wanted it!
I slept very fitfully that night. Julian woke me up around four and
again raped me causing further pain especially when his hot cum hit my
bleeding bum.
I did not hear Julian leave in the morning. I got up around eight and
looked at myself in the long mirror. I saw a woman with tousled hair,
smudged makeup who was wearing a white nightdress encrusted with dried
cum. I discarded the nightdress and ran a hot shower. I felt dirty.
Very dirty. After drying I put on a pink see through pink nylon
negligee. I felt a little better although my bum was still hurting a
lot making sitting down painful. I needed clothes and found Pauline's
in the second bedroom. Until now I had been wearing what Julian had
brought me to wear. I guess Pauline must have been a similar size to
me since her clothes all fitted me. I selected a lace trimmed black
bra. It seemed appropriate to also wear black nylon panties and so I
drew a pair of full cut panties up my legs. They fitted me snuggly.
Much as I now hated Julian I felt that now I was his wife it was my
duty to dress sexily so I next put on a black suspender belt and a
pair of full fashioned nylon stockings. I toyed with idea of not
wearing a slip but in the end I pulled a pale pink full length nylon
on over my head. It fell to just above my knees. It had ribbon straps
and lace trim around the bust and hem.
Like the underwear all Pauline's clothes seemed to be dated. I found
out later that was intentional. Julian liked his women to wear
outdated clothes partly because he found them sexy but also because
they humiliated them. I selected a bright pink twin set,; jumper and
cardigan and matched it to a knee length loose brown floral skirt. 2"
brown heels completed my attire. I did my makeup in a low key style
and fixed my hair. I now looked what Julian wanted me to be - a
submissive housewife controlled by her dominating husband.
Late in the afternoon I received a text from Julian. It read "be at
the sink doing the washing up when I get in." Nothing else. Shortly
after five Julian came in slightly drunk. I was at the sink and he
came up behind me and started to kiss my neck. Then before I could
react he had my skirt and slip up and was pulling my panties down. I
knew what he was going to do and I resigned myself to another rape.
And rape me he did. Although it still hurt the pain was not as bad as
the previous night. And unlike before I even had my own orgasm
achieved from the stimulus my prostate received. But my cum was barely
a dribble. I recall some women fantasized being raped although not
wanting it in reality. Was I like that? Getting pleasure from actually
being raped. I shuddered at the thought.
Julian raped me twice more that night.
My life for the next three years was one of being raped several times
a day both during the day and night and always when Julian wanted sex.
At other times I had to clean, cook, do the washing and the ironing
and all the other usual housewife duties. I was constantly tired. To
combat this tiredness Julian had me take pills in the morning and at
night but they did not seem to work.
Then it happened. Julian had a heart attack whilst on top of me with
his cock fully inside me. It was fatal. I was a widow; a very rich
widow. I arranged the funeral and it was attended by a significant
number of people many I recognized as former clients of mine. Of
course they did not know who I once was. I continued to live alone in
the house but really it was too big for me and I bought an apartment
overlooking the sea.
A few months later I was strolling along the promenade when I saw her.
It was Marie walking a couple of dogs. I had changed so much since she
had procured me she did not recognize me. Up to then I had forgotten
all about Marie. Now I wanted revenge and I wanted it badly. I wanted
her to pay for all the pain I had experienced and in particular making
me what I now was. A male with breasts, no balls or scrotum and slowly
widening hips and fattening bum. I found out after his death Julian
had been feeding me female hormones. I had decided to keep taking them
hence the present changes. My breasts had gone up to a natural D and I
had had the implants removed. After all I could afford that now.
I knew exactly how Marie was going to pay for what she did to me and
the others. The pictures of Christina weighed heavily on my conscience
even though I was not involved in any way with her abduction and
subsequent fate. I found two middle aged ladies on the dark web who
were prepared to help me. At a cost of course. The ladies, whose names
were Megan and Kate, observed Marie for six months. I wanted nothing
to go wrong hence the time spent watching Marie. Then we struck one
evening after she had left a bar looking slightly intoxicated. Megan
crept up behind Marie and put an ether soaked cloth over her mouth and
nose. As she collapsed Kate and I caught her and rapidly put her in
the boot of our nearby car. Then we drove her to a disused warehouse I
had bought six months ago. Once its purpose had been served I was
going to have it converted to upmarket apartments. In the short term
it would be used to prepare Marie for her new life. I had read a story
once about men like me mutilating women who'd castrated them by
cutting off their breasts and clitorises and removing their tongues. I
thought that extreme. No I wanted Marie's punishment to be very slow
and to fit her crime.
Once in the warehouse Marie was stripped of all her clothes. Her hands
and feet were bound and she was laid out on a bed. Marie came to to
find Megan and Kate lasering all the hair from her body below her
eyebrows. That took many hours and Marie was in constant pain. Once
completed Kate pierced Marie's nipples and inserted brass rings into
the openings. Of course Marie was screaming with the pain and
questioning why the ladies were doing this to her. "All in good time."
At this stage she had not seen me. Next to be ringed was her clitoris.
A large brass ring was inserted into a piercing in her septum so that
it hung down to just below her lower lip. Marie would have to lift the
ring to eat. All rings were heat sealed which was carefully done to
avoid burning Marie. I found the double piercings in Marie's earlobes
something of a disappointment when looking at the other piercings.
Twin gold hoops were inserted into the ear piercings.
It was now I decided to show myself. It took Marie a little time to
realize who I was. "Michael is that really you?" "Don't you mean
Maureen?" I said. "OMG. It really is you? Can you get me away from
here? Look what theses bitches have done to me."
"Listen carefully Marie. I'm going to tell what's going to happen to
you. Remember what you did to Christina and the photographs you showed
me of her? Well that's what's going to happen to you. You will be
shipped to Africa tonight. Then you will get to know thick long black
cocks. You will become a breeding bitch. I'm sure your new owner will
get you to drop at least fifteen babies before you become barren,
maybe more. Think of it. Virtually permanently pregnant. But that's
not all. When you do finally become barren you'll be sold to a Far
East brothel owner who will pimp you for the remainder of what is
likely to be a short life. Like you made me you will become a man's
fuck toy. Your only purpose in life will be for men's sexual
pleasure." Marie screamed very loudly and pleaded with me to let her
go. She even offered me a large sum of money. As if I needed money.
"And I'm taking over your business. Take her away." Megan and Kate
took Marie away. How they got her to Africa I didn't know nor did I
care. I never saw Marie again although I did see a picture of her
heavily pregnant and with a huge black cock well inside her bum. I
smiled.
Whilst I was going to carry on with Marie's business it's objectives
were going to be changed. Whilst women and men were still going to be
procured in the case of men it would be wife beaters and rapists and
the women would be those who abused their husbands or children.
Ironically if young the latter would become breeding bitches. Older
women would be sex slaves providing sex on demand for their masters
and Mistresses. I supplied Middle East buyers with a number of
reluctant lesbians and pain slaves. In all cases the men I procured
were castrated and given breasts and then sold as slaves to far
eastern buyers. Some worked as lady boys.
I donated the fees I got from my procurement activities to charities
anonymously.
As for me after much thought I had my penis removed and a vagina
constructed. I now live quietly still dressing in rather old fashioned
clothes and underwear. I feel comfortable dressed like that. I have
had sex with men but not often. Despite my appearance I still think as
a man. I have Marie to thank for that but at least she is being
perpetually punished by being continually pregnant.
Maureen
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