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Wolf in sheep's clothing
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Kyle loved his life. He was rich. He had cars, and houses. And he had
plenty of beautiful women in his life. He was a horrible person though.
In fact he was a predator. Kyle got off on finding innocent young
women, he would get them to fall in love with him, and then he would
purposely get them hooked on drugs before putting them out as high class
hookers and escorts. That is how he made his money, by destroying the
lives of scores of women.
Kyle's latest conquest was named Sharon. Kyle met her at a local
college hangout, where he liked to find many of his girls. Like most of
Kyles targets, she was living on her own for the first time, and she
easily fell for his charms and schemes. It was after Sharon had moved
in with Kyle, and he had just introduced her to her first couple drug
highs, that things went sideways.
You see what Kyle didn't know, was that Sharon was not just anyone's
daughter (or more importantly grand daughter). For Sharon's grandfather
was the head of the Irish crime syndicate in New York, and he loved his
family. Sharon in particular was his favourite grand child. When he
got word that she might have hooked up while at college, he had quickly
dispatched some men to look into Kyle..... and was pissed when it was
quickly deducted what Kyle was trying to do to his grand daughter. They
took Kyle while he was leaving for the gym the very next morning
(Sharron would always wonder where her Prince Charming had disappeared
to, but she would never know the answer).
Kyle had just stepped out of his home when something pinched him in the
thigh.... it looked like a dart.... and he collapsed almost
immediately. When he next awoke, he was naked in a locked room.
Shortly a couple thugs walked into the room, one of them handing him a
pink robe. As soon as Kyle slipped it on, they took him to meet 'The
Boss', escorting him out of a basement, and into a large mansion. As
soon as he walked into a private office an older gentleman motioned for
Kyle to sit down across a desk from him, the two thugs standing to
either side. Kyle started to ask what was wrong, when he was shushed.
The Gentleman started to talk. He started by explaining that it was
known what kind of man Kyle is, and what he had done to dozens of young
ladies, and what he had certainly planned to do to Sharon. Kyle tried
to claim denial, but it fell on deaf ears.
Kyle was then informed of what he needed to do in order to make amends.
In a nutshell since he liked to force young women into prostitution,
that he was going to have to live that same experience.... so he had a
couple options: 1. He could either become an gay prostitute or he could
become a transsexual prostitute (whatever happened in the future - he
was going to get fucked). 2. He could either submit to his fate
willingly (getting to make his own decisions), or he could fight and
attempt to resist (and loose any ability to affect his own fate). Kyle
was already shocked and horrified. He didn't know how to respond. And
then he was informed that the decisions for both points 1 and 2 were to
start right away. One of the two gentleman standing on either side of
him were into alternative partners and so Kyle could decide to suck and
be fucked by them right now.... so what was his decision? Kyle freaked
and attempted to run.... He was once again knocked out.
When Kyle next woke up, he was once again locked in the room naked
laying on a bed, except he had something covering his entire head....
and he couldn't see or hear anything at the moment. Even his mouth was
covered. He felt around the 'thing' and it felt a bit like a latex cat
mask with attached goggles. He was unable to make any real dents,
tears, or flex in the mask. There was no way he was going to be able to
remove it without help or tools. And then there were the boots locked
onto his feet. They had three inch heels.
He was lying there, wondering what to do when the googles allowed some
light in. Kyle then looked around, and noticed several doors around the
room. One was definitely the main entrance to the room, another
appeared to be a closet, and then another were Kyle hoped was a
bathroom. He got off the bed and clumsily walked up to the third door,
and sure enough there was a full bathroom.
Kyle looked into the mirror over the sink after he walked in, and
confirmed that indeed there was a female cat mask on his head (all
black, but with red lips, and built in eye makeup). He noticed that it
covered his ears, and that the mouth area looked like it should open,
but was locked closed somehow. Kyle had to go pee, so further
investigation would have to wait. As Kyle walked up to the toilet, the
goggles blacked out... causing Kyle to tentatively feel around and sit
down. The googles allowed light in again. Kyle stood up and turned
around, and they went dark. Kyle fingered it out - if he wanted to see,
he had to go to the bathroom sitting down now. So Kyle peed squatting
on the toilet. When he was was done, he went to standup - when there
were crazy bright lights from the goggles and a painful screeching sound
in his ears.... disoriented, Kyle quickly sat back down again, and
everything went quiet, the lights stopping. Kyle attempted to stand
again, sound and lights. Eventually Kyle took some toilet paper and
wiped the drops off his penis. When he stood back up, this time
everything stayed ok. He washed his hands before he walked back out
into the room.
Kyle didn't know it at that time, but he would find that touching his
penis was only ever allowed when he went to the bathroom - otherwise he
would get the screeching noises and the lights - his penis was no longer
a conduit for pleasure, only for excreting waste.
As he went out into the room, the goggles narrowed the view, fixating on
the bed. Whenever Kyle looked away, they blacked out. If Kyle wanted
to see, he had to look at what the goggles wanted him too. So Kyle
walked up to the bed and sat down, and then some virtual videos started.
It was gay porn after gay porn playing, with the sounds of sex pipped
into his ears. Every time Kyle closed his eyes for more than a blink,
the sound and lights would become unbearable, forcing Kyle to watch.
The video's played for hours and hours nonstop and Kyle couldn't escape
them except for when he went to walk into or out of the bathroom.
Eventually - despite hunger, the noise and the videos - exhaustion
caused Kyle to pass out. But he was only allowed to sleep a few hours
before the videos started again forcing Kyle awake. Kyle tried to walk
around his room to stop the videos playing, but the googles always
fixated on the bed, and so with Kyle unable to see, and the heels on his
feet killing him, and would soon be sitting on the bed. The gay porn
would always start up immediately.
This went on for days and days and days, when Kyle received a visitor.
It was one of the thugs. He offered Kyle some food, but Kyle would have
to either gulp down 50ml of semen out of a cup, or suck a dick first if
he wanted to eat. All Kyle had to do was nod his head. Yes or No?
Kyle shook his head no. So the Thug left, and the videos started up
again. This went on for several more days, the same offer was made
every time, when finally Kyle just couldn't stand the starvation
anymore. So he finally nodded yes. The goggles narrowed down Kyles
vision onto the cup of semen, and the thugs crotch..... and then the
magnets released holding the mask's mouth opening closed. Kyle reached
for the cup. He tried not to dwell on the smell of what was in the cup,
and just chugged it down.... as he was retching over the slimy salty
disgusting mouthful, the thug told him to keep it all down or he would
pay the price..... Kyle somehow managed it. The thug then proceeded to
feed Kyle by hand. This time, he was fed a small salad, and a modest
chicken breast. Then he was given all the water he wanted.
Kyle had to start an exercise routine, it was one of only two times a
day that he didn't have to watch gay porn (the other time being when he
was actually participating in sex himself). He had to stretch for
almost an hour: Working on bending over at the waist, work on the
splits, work on moving his hips. He also had to work on limbering up
his arms. Stretching his hands behind his back, or keeping his hands up
over his head for long periods. Kyle had to work on squats, butt and
thigh building. He also had to walk on a treadmill and a stair master
in his heels. Finally, Kyle had to do 80's style fitness aerobics for
30 minutes at the end. He had to learn to do everything breathing only
through his nose, as the mouth of the mask stayed locked, and the high
heels locked onto his feet.
Every day he was given the same offer for a meal, and Kyle accepted the
cup. Only the cup was more and more full every few days. By the time
Kyle had spent what he thought was the first month in captivity, the cup
was over half a litre full, and Kyle was struggling. So he decided to
suck the dick. When he pointed to the thugs crotch, the magnets in the
mask's mouth didn't just release, but instead reversed polarity. This
caused Kyle's mouth to stay open, he couldn't close it fully even if he
tried. Soon the thug had pushed his cock into Kyle's mouth, and was
moving Kyle's head up and down the shaft. The goggles fixated on the
dick, and on the thugs face, and Kyle found himself looking back and
forth. He just couldn't help fixating on first the thugs face, and then
the dick. Back and forth. Back and forth. Occasionally Kyle gagged on
the cock hitting the back of his throat, and just when he thought he
would pass out from oxygen starvation, the thug would let him take a
couple breaths, before pushing the cock back into Kyle's mouth. And
then the thug came in his mouth, and Kyle swallowed it all down. He
wanted to eat so bad. The taste didn't faze him, after all he was well
used to consuming semen by now, but the feel of the cock in his mouth
had made his jaw ache, and his tongue numb. He wanted to be anywhere
but there.
Kyles face started to sting whenever he woke up from sleep. It started
on his eye brows, but then moved to the tops of his cheeks, and then
worked down his face and then his entire body. He finally knew for sure
what was happening when the stinging moved onto his chest and arms.
They were taking his hair off. When the stinging reached his toes, it
started back up at his eye brows again. Only this time it worked down
faster. And then it would restart and go even faster. Eventually the
stinging stopped.... Kyle knew he must now be hairless (except his eye
brows and the top of his head).
Day after day, Kyle sucked cock for his food. Kyle eventually was able
to deep throat the thug without gagging, and he found that if he licked
the cock, used lots of saliva, swirled his tongue, and pumped the dick
with his hand at the same time while sucking really hard, he could get
the thug off very quickly. Kyle was an expert cock sucker after maybe a
months practice. He never even really noticed the gay porn anymore, it
was just 'there'. He had also moved up to four inch heels.
Then things changed. When Kyle next woke up his throat hurt. He
wondered if he was sick? But when the thug came with his meal, he made
a new offer. Kyle was now expected to take a butt plug into his ass, or
let the thug fuck him. Plug or cock? Kyle shook his head no. He only
lasted two days before he accepted the inevitable. He chose the butt
plug. When the thug fed him, he was told to stay quiet or the plug
would be upgraded. So Kyle ate in silence.
Every couple days, the plug was increased in size, millimetre by
millimetre. It was only removed (for any amount of time) in the morning
so Kyle could make waste. It was as it was approaching a pop can in
size that Kyle got scared that it was going to cause permanent
damage.... so he finally chose the cock. Kyle had moved up to five
inch heels.
The first time Kyle was fucked anal, it wasn't all that physically
painful. He was well stretched by that point from the butt plugs, and
so the thugs cock just slid right in. But mentally Kyle was in turmoil.
He was on his hands and knees, the thug buried to the hilt in his ass,
powerful fingers digging in to both Kyle's waist and the other hand
pushing Kyles face into the bed. The thugs hips bumping into Kyle's ass
made the distinctive slap slap slap sound of sex. Kyle was rail thin by
this point, but still his ass and hips displayed a slight feminine shape
due to the female hormones in his system - it was always laced in the
water. Kyles goggles wouldn't let Kyle see unless he was looking over
his shoulder at the thugs face, or if Kyle looked between his legs and
saw the thugs balls slapping into Kyles. So Kyle's ass was being
fucked, and his prostate was being stimulated by the cock.... and he
came with watery little orgasms. He didn't want to enjoy it. He felt
so helpless. So used.
But day after day, Kyles ass was used. At first the thug always took
him doggie style. But then the thug started to switch things up. So
Kyle found himself spooning, or missionary, or cowboy, or reverse
cowboy, or standing up facing away or one leg up and facing towards the
thug. All positions were practiced, and every time the goggles forced
Kyle to look at the thugs face, or at the cock pistoning into Kyles ass.
Kyle had no choice but to see the pleasure on the Thugs face, or watch
and feel as the cock penetrated into his ass. Kyle had moved up to six
inch high heels.
The thug eventually made Kyle use his hands during sex. He had to
cradle the thugs face. Or he had to run his fingers over the thugs
chest, or touch the thugs thick thighs, or hold on to the thugs back for
dear life as the thugs fucked him 'senseless'. Kyle had to learn to
wiggle his ass, to hump back onto the thugs cock. Then the thug
demanded that Kyle do little dances before sex. Demanded that Kyle move
in suggestive ways, like shaking and grinding his hips. Move his ass in
ways that would make the thug hard. Kyle soon found himself twerking,
pumping and moving to the beat of music playing. With the thugs
encouragement, Kyle got so good that he hardly missed a beat as he would
dance his asshole right onto and around the thugs cock.
Kyle was into what felt like the fourth month of his captivity when the
thug offered a new choice to be made. Kyle was to either have some ribs
removed or receive breast implants. Which did he want? Kyle of course
didn't want either, but it wasn't like he could escape a choice being
made for him. He had learned that much. In fact he knew that he would
likely be receiving both surgeries eventually, but Kyle chose the ribs.
When he next awoke he was in pain, and there was a corset locked around
his new tiny waist. The thug left him sexually alone for a time, but
still fed him by hand, and Kyle had to start swallowing large cups of
semen again. When Kyle healed, he was almost glad to be sucking from
the source or getting fucked again. It was better than drinking half a
litre of semen in order to get something to eat. His tiny waist made
his exercise routines both easier and more difficult. He felt more
limber, but he also felt weaker.
Soon Kyle was given a new choice to make. Breasts or facial femization?
Kyle choose the breasts. The pain was intense at first, and his tits
were huge. But the thug made Kyle play with them and massage them
multiple times every day. The pain faded. They started to soften up.
And Kyle felt them bounce and sway when he walked. Bounced and swayed
as he was being fucked bent over. Swayed when he was on his back, or
feeling them squished under the thugs weight when they did it
missionary. They always moved like they had a mind of their own. Kyle
hated them. He was almost glad during the times he had a corset on - it
at least supported the weight.
One morning Kyle woke up and his entire face was incredibly sore. It
wasn't hair loss, as that had all been taken care of months ago....
Kyle figured he had facial surgery? It was then that he had to start
classes on voice lessons. It was quite the challenge, as they wouldn't
let him hear his own voice with his ears, the audio was always turned
off.... but still there was some sound conducted through the bones in
his jaw and scull. It sounded higher than he remembered..... his
throat had hurt months ago..... fuck.
Kyle had been captive for what felt like half a year when he woke up
without the mask on anymore.... he felt exposed. The mask had become
something to hide behind. But now it was gone. He was distracted by
the missing porn, and felt a longing for the constant sounds and
visuals. They had become a weird bedfellow.
When Kyle got to the mirror he didn't recognize his own face.... it
wasn't just that he hadn't seen himself for so long.... his face was
now totally different. It was framed by hair that had grown quiet long
for the last six months.... and perched above his new big expressive
eyes - was a tiny pair of arched eye brows. Then there was the tiny
nose. The big cock sucker lips. High cheek bones, and a small
distinctive chin and soft jaw line. His neck looked slim and very long.
He had been getting fed a bit more for several months, a diet that was
very high in fats and carbs. As a result, Kyles figure had filled in at
the ass and hips, and a layer of fat distributed all over his still thin
frame making him all soft and feminine.
When the thug came in that night, Kyle hadn't said a word yet. He had
grown quite accustomed to holding his tongue. So when the man asked
Kyle to tell him what Kyle wanted for sex that night.... Kyle just said
the first thing that came to mind: blow job followed by some anal sex?
Now several things were going on there. First, Kyles voice was
completely feminine.... there wasn't one iotas of maleness in the
timber or pitch of Kyles voice. The other issue was that Kyle offered a
blow job and his ass to the thug. Sure Kyle thought of refusing to
choose or maybe only offering only one sex act.... but Kyle knew the
thug had a habit of making Kyle do more than he wanted..... so he
offered more then the minimum (or more than none) to prevent something
worse.
Due to the constant reinforcement, now even without the mask, Kyles eyes
were glued to the thugs face or his cock. It had become a habit, and it
now just happened without conscious effort. Kyle also didn't notice the
noises he was making during all acts of sex. He couldn't help moaning,
or making little squeaking noises, or even unintentional and very
feminine 'oh god' when he had orgasms from his prostate being
stimulated.
There was only really one last surgery for Kyle to be complete. And
this time it was not hidden or performed without Kyle knowing what was
going to happen. No, the thug told Kyle outright that he would be
receiving a pussy in a weeks time, and that Kyle was to tell the thug
how much he wanted the surgery. Kyle didn't want the surgery. Not even
a little bit. There was still a remote possibility that he could be a
man again. But once his cock was gone it would be gone. But Kyle found
himself saying the words again and again and again. Kyle would say
them, and the thug would tell him to say them again - over and over and
over. Eventually Kyle sounded very convincing. He was recorded for
prosperity. And if he ever was free of his captivity, they could show
that Kyle wanted what was done to him. Had wanted it with all his
heart. And so the day came, and they injected him with something, and
he fell asleep.
Kyle woke up in some physical discomfort. Not a lot of real pain, just
the occasional sharp stings when he moved the wrong way or had to
sneeze. They had kept him asleep for several days, so he missed the
worst of it. He missed them pulling the packing out of his new neo
vagina. Missed his first and several days worth of dilations. By the
time Kyle woke up, his pussy was over four days old. So as Kyle first
became aware, there was a tightness between his legs. A strange void
were he once had a cock and balls. They were all gone now. Then the
thug walked in as he was looking down at the new mons and the hint of a
cunt located between his legs. Of course Kyle was almost naked (only
additional clothing he was occasionally allowed being a corset). All he
was wearing was the ever present and familiar high heeled boots on his
feet. He hardly even noticed them anymore, perched up virtually on his
tippy toes all the time.
The thug handed him a dong like stent, telling Kyle to lube it up
generously, and then to insert it into his pussy like a good girl. Kyle
did as he was told, the thug looking on the entire time. He was told to
keep it in there for at least 30 minutes, and then he was to get up and
go take a pee. Kyle finished his dilations, and then stood gingerly up.
He walked ever so carefully into the bathroom and then squatted down
like he had been doing for the past six months. Only now it was a
requirement, as Kyle would not ever again be able to just whip it out
and go. As there was nothing to 'whip out' anymore. The thug watched
him 'go', and then directed Kyle to wipe front to back with some toilet
paper. That was now a requirement too.
Kyle grew well quick, worked his way up the sizes in stents, and went
for longer and longer walks on the treadmill as well as getting his
flexibility back. After maybe 45 days of healing he was back to the
full exercises, and was able to do the splits easier then ever..... he
tried hard not to think about why that was so.... of course he had been
blowing the thug just about the entire time, and then his ass was once
again on offer. But then after 60 days, the thug wanted his third
hole....
Kyle had been giving a blow job, and was presenting his ass for use....
when the thug instead started finger banging his clit.... oh godddd it
was going to happen tonight... first there was one finger playing with
the new little man in the canoe.... then two fingers were inserted as
far as they could go... then three fingers.... and then something
else. Something bigger. Of course Kyles eyes were locked on to the
thugs cock as it was pushed up into Kyles pussy (as he had been well
trained, he always watched either the cock, or the thugs face). And
then the thugs pelvis was pushed up against Kyles, and the long strokes
started. Long slow pumps. First filling Kyle. Then empty. Then full.
And empty. Over and over. Somehow Kyle could still feel his prostate
being stimulated again.... and he realllllly didn't want to enjoy sex
as a woman. But it wasn't really up to Kyle anymore. And so he
involuntarily squealed and moaned loudly when he had his first unwanted
vaginal orgasm. The look on his face was of tortured pleasure. All
three of Kyles holes were used regularly after that.
Eventually Kyle was required to work his pussy, just like he had learned
to work his ass and mouth. So Kyle had to squeeze down on the cock
inside of him, providing increased stimulation as the penis stroked into
him (kegel exercises). He had to work his hips, humping to the thugs
rhythm, swirling and wiggling his ass around on the cock. This had the
added benefit of bringing the thug off that much quicker. But there was
another thing too. And that was Kyles prostate was also stimulated that
much more. Kyle hated it, but he was often having multiple orgasms
before the thug would fill him with a load of cum (Kyles prostate
shooting out clear seminal fluids).
Kyle was finally given clothing lessons (mostly lingerie at first) and
he started makeup lessons too. His body and face were perfect canvases,
he was built like an exotic model or stripper or like a high priced
prostitute. Walking around with a thong up his ass, and the fabric
tight against his mons and vagina was almost worse than being naked.
The garter belts and stockings didn't help. Getting used to wearing a
bra was arguably the most challenging, despite the size of his tits, and
their distracting movements - he had gotten used to them hanging free.
But like everything else Kyle had been forced to adapt too, he grew well
used to the strange sexy clothing.
He then had to start wearing the dresses, and skin tight pants.
Absolutely everything highlighting his female body. His legs. His
hips. His ass. His breasts. Highlighting his pussy. It wasn't long
after that before Kyle was escorted out of the house for the first time
since his capture.
He found himself in a house of prostitution. "Kylie" was auctioned off
to the highest paying customer. A Sheik from Dubai soon had Kyles lips
wrapped around his cock, Kyles eyes glued to the Sheiks as Kyle deep
throated every inch of his cock, sucking and pumping. Then the Sheik
made Kyle get on his knees, with his face buried into the mattress....
and then the Sheiks saliva covered cock was plunged balls deep into
Kyles pussy. The Sheik had a lot of stamina, and kept it up for quite
awhile, sweat dripping down onto Kyles shapely ass. Then the Sheik
pulled out and then buried himself again, only into Kyles ass this time,
where he quickly deposited a load into Kyles rectum. Kyles time and
body had been purchased, and so he was officially a whore now. Kyle was
then cleaned up, and then fucked by another customer, and then another,
and another, and so on. This is the kind of situation where he had
planned to place Sharon, and now instead it was Kyles life to live.
He was now and for the rest of his life - a wolf in sheep's clothing.
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