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Reflections CBA Oh god, I don't know if I will ever truly get used to this. But I dutifully laid back on the bed and let my head hang back off of the side. Just the way he liked me to. In a matter of moments his hard cock was positioned a hairs breadth from my lips, and so I opened my mouth to dutifully accept him. He gingerly placed the tip inside while at the same time taking ahold of each of my sizeable silicone enhanced tits in each hand. I knew what was coming next, but still I flinched just a bit as he trust himself down my throat all the way to the hilt. His pubic hairs tickling my lips. Soon his hands were both squeezing and pulling on my tits, he liked to use them as sorta handles as he fucked my throat. I was sure he had noticed my reaction to his initial assault to my mouth, and though it would likely do me no good, I put extra effort into swallowing hard as I could and maintaining maximum suction whenever his cock was at full penetration. I knew it provided extra stimulation and pleasure to his penis, and I hoped it might temper his enthusiasm when punishing me later. But like everything else I had been forced to deal with, he was going to do to me as he wished. No amount of pleading, threats, crying or anything else was going to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to, not when it came to me. All I could do was accept that he owned me, that he was my master, and I now only existed to bring him pleasure in whatever form he decided to take it from me. His stamina was epic, so I was able to reflect back on some of my previous life as his balls bounced rhythmically off of my forehead. ********* Once upon a time I had been much like him. I had been powerful. I used to take pleasure from using others. In fact I had even been in a similar position as he was in now, and I had had the pleasure of fucking the mouths and throats of lovely women. That's right, I had been a man myself once. Looking at me now, there is no sign of that previous life. It had taken time and there had been a lot of unwanted pain and anguish on my part, but I had been remoulded into something that he found more to his liking. Even the last vestiges of my maleness had been cut up and parts of it used to fashion into what now looked and felt like a perfectly serviceable vagina. I missed my penis. By the time it was forcefully taken from me, it had been soft, useless and unused for over a year. But I still missed it all the same. Something about losing my most precious possession really forced the point home that my life was not mine anymore. That it was for the best if I just tried to cooperate with what he wanted and didn't keep fighting him so much. I sometimes wondered if I had only just did what he wanted back in the beginning - if he would have grown bored and left me alone before he really got around to changing me. 'What if's' are dead ends of course, but still I couldn't help but wonder if I could have still been a man right now if I had just said yes to what he wanted back then. ******** Ohhhh fuuucck. ********* My thoughts about my past had faltered for a minute when his right hand moved off of my tit and reached down and he started to play with my man made clit. God the feelings it provided were almost (but not quite) felt like he was playing with the tip of my old penis. After all that is what my clit was made of. I had seen the pictures and videos. He made sure that each and every one of my surgeries was well documented, he would bring in a professional videographer to shoot every single one of them. He would play them back forcing me to watch as I went through recovery. He also ensured that just about everyday possible was well documented where I had to pose in various positions: stand, sit, lay down, etc, all the while pictures and videos were taken. That was the other thing he made me experience often. He liked to have me watch updated stop motion videos of my time with him. I had to watch as I saw my old self eventually fade away only to be replaced by the woman I had been forced to become. I used to be able to grow a moustache and a beard. I had had body hair that had grown all over my body. My face and body had been chiseled and hard from working out and weight lifting. I used to have muscles and had thick manly skin. The videos and pictures showed that to have been true. But the videos and pictures also showed that none of that was the case anymore. The only hair that I can grow now is on top of my head. My long hair, my eyebrows and my eyelashes. Otherwise I am now smooth all over. Even my pussy is smooth and hair free. He likes the clean look. Some ribs were removed and surgical sculpting of my figure has made my waist super tiny. Estrogen has ensured that I have a layer of fat all over that makes me feel and look completely soft, girlish and feminine. I am so so soft to the touch now. Surgery to my face and my voice box ensures that I further look and sound the part too. My huge silicone tits are always getting people's attention because of both there size and the impossible gravity defying act. But he tells me that my ass is my best asset, and that as long as it stays tight and sexy, he will keep me around. I don't have access to high fat foods and candy, or else I would be working on putting on a bunch of weight so I could try to gain my release. After all, he doesn't like fat girls. ********** Oh. He just stopped and slid his cock out of my mouth. I'm sure I know what is going to happen next, but I laid still and waited. He doesn't like it when I show any initiative or self awareness. Yup, he pushed me over and is forcing my ass up into the air while also pushing my torso down. I'm about to feel some pressure in my ass. Ohhhhhh fuckkk. All those times he has fucked my ass, and still my face burns with embarrassment and shame as I feel his hips bump into my butt cheeks. Then he pulls back and thrusts back in. Slap. And again, slap. Such a familiar sound the slap slap slap of sex. It was such a joyful sound for me once. Back when I used to fuck women. I could control the tempo, the rhythm, what hole was being used for pleasure. But not now. No, all I can do now is lay here passively while he decides what is to happen. His big cock penetrating me as he fucks another chunk of my dignity away. Slap slap slap. ********* We used to be competitors once. Both powerful men of business and wealth. We often got into verbal sparing matches about who was better, and frankly I think I used to come out ahead most of the time. But I had made a mistake. It involved a woman. Doesn't it always? I had met her like I had met many of my conquests, in a club. She was beautiful with a smile that could light up a room, and so I had approached her and made my introduction. We ended up talking, drinking and dancing the rest of the night. Soon we were dating, and somewhere along the way I had fallen in love with her. I thought she loved me too. So eventually I proposed marriage, and she had accepted. It was on our honey moon where things turned South. We had decided to go to a Caribbean destination as newlyweds, and just enjoy ourselves in the sun and Ocean waves. She loved beaches. The sand. The cool breezes. But on the third day I hadn't expected her to loose her shit claiming I had been looking at another woman. (I really hadn't) It was a side of her that had taken me by surprise. And then she stormed off in a tizzy. I was in so much shock by her out of character outburst that by the time I thought to chase after her, she had ducked out of sight so I couldn't find her. I just couldn't believe what had happened. It was hours and hours later that night before she came back to our room. I had been worried sick waiting for her, and thinking about calling the authorities. Thankfully she had calmed down by then, and she apologized to me for her outburst. To make it up to me, she told me that make up sex was supposed to be delicious, and so that is what we did (and it was delicious). I didn't know it at the time, but that was the last time I was to ever have sex as a man. I'm not completely sure of all the details, but after that night I woke up to an blood soaked but otherwise empty bed. It is a most unpleasant experience. My brain immediately envisioned the most horrible things, I mean the bed was completely drenched in congealing blood! So I freaked. I jumped up and looked down, I was covered in blood too, and I could see my foot prints on the floor with every step I took. I called out her name, but no answer. A quick but thorough search of the bathroom showed it was empty. So I ran around our hotel room checking every nook and cranny to see if she was ok. No sign of her. The door was still locked and chained. What the fuck. So I called the front desk and asked for help. I was worried about her. When the police showed up, there was all the bloody foot prints all over the room. The blood soaked bed. Me covered in blood. And it was quickly determined that no one had seen anyone leave my room since she had returned the previous night. But there were plenty of witnesses to our verbal spat the previous day. It looked bad. The only thing keeping me out of jail was that no one had any idea how she got out of the room. They discussed that maybe I had cut her up into pieces and flushed parts of her down the toilet. But there would have been pieces of flesh in amongst all the blood, and what tools did I use? Anything sturdy enough to cut up an entire body would not be easy to dispose of either. It was a real mystery. I spent the next week in depression hopping against hope that she would miraculously turn up. I was all alone, no one wants to hang out with a possible killer. Ya, it didn't take too long for my story to get out and my face was soon plastered all over both the local and international news. I was famous. Or rather infamous. Innocent till proven guilty didn't apply I guess. When she still didn't turn up it was 'suggested' that I go home, they would contact me if they heard or found anything. So I boarded my private jet and soon was in the air and sipping a drink to calm my nerves. I can only assume there was something in the drink because my eyes soon felt like they were weighted down and impossible to keep open. And that was the last time I remember I was free. When I next woke up I was lying naked on a bare bed in a featureless room. I wasn't cold or anything, but still it's pretty hard to feel brave or secure when you're in a strange place and naked. So I was shivering. I tried the door. It was locked. So I called out, "Hello! Anyone there!". No one answered. And it felt like days of being alone in that room with nothing to eat or drink, and I was even forced to go make toilet in the corner as there was no bathroom. I just couldn't hold it anymore. Not for the first time I was wondering if I was going to die in that room when I once again fell asleep. When I next woke up, I was in a different room, one with sheets on the bed. Silk sheets. Somehow this felt worse than the bare room. My premonition was to most unfortunately prove correct. I was still starving, and by this time I felt weak as a kitten. So when the door suddenly opened all I could do was lay there with the sheets held up to my neck meekly. God I must have looked pathetic. Standing there was my foe. A man who for years I had gone out of my way to irritate and debase whenever I had the opportunity. I held my tongue this time though and waited for him to talk. He didn't make me wait too long. He watched me closely as he said, "So you must be wondering what is going on? Well let me just say that I want you to do something for me. I want you to suck my cock and swallow. If you do so right now, this will end and I will let you go free immediately afterward. That is a promise. So is it a deal?" WTF. He wants me to suck his dick? He has to know that I would never do that! I would rather die first. So that is what I said to him, "You'll have to kill me, I will never touch your dick let alone suck on it!" "Well, I will give you some more time to think about it." And then he spun around and walked out of the room closing the door. I was able to get off the bed and slowly made my way to the door. It was locked. But I had to try it. Had to make sure. There was another open door to this room that I hadn't noticed up to now being so distracted and weak. So I shuffled over and looked. Finally, a bathroom! I tried the sink tap, and cold water came flowing out, so I was soon lapping up as much as I could. I should have tempered how much I drank as I was soon bent over the toilet hurling up water and bile. It had been days without anything and my stomach wasn't ready to be filled up again. God it hurt to be throwing up... but when my stomach settled, I drank a bit more water, but only enough to get the taste out of my mouth. I waited awhile, and then had some more, and then more again later. It was more days of waiting, only this time I had my fill of water as much as I wanted. But the lack of sustenance was getting to me and so after maybe a week all I could do was lay in the bed almost to weak to even climb out for a drink. I hadn't pooped in days, there was nothing solid left to come out. The door opened again, and it was him. "So how about it? You up to giving a BJ now?" And then he just stood there looking at me. I was so weak, but with some of the last dredges of energy I had, I climbed to sitting on the edge of the bed and made a motion for him to come over to me. "Not so fast. One blow job was all that I wanted last time. If you truly want your freedom, this time you will have to deep throat without gagging and swallow every drop." Then he just stood there. There was no way I was going to be able to deep throat. Let alone not gag! What the hell! So I hung my head and tried to think how I was going to get out of this situation. He just stood there looking at me for maybe a minute before he said, "I see that you lack confidence in your oral abilities. You just don't see what I do lurking deep down inside of you. So tell you what. How about anal sex? All you have to do is role over onto your front and lay there. I'll consider that consent and take what I need from your ass. Now for that you won't gain your freedom. I will keep you for another week, but this time I will feed you everyday. When you are ready to give your mouth a try all you have to do is ask me." I just felt so weak, hungry and desperate. So I crawled weakly back onto the bed and laid face down. God I felt ridiculous. And scared. I was about to have my ass violated! Too soon I felt his lubed covered finger massaging my asshole. This was just so wrong! His finger slipped inside. I could feel it move around in little circular motions and then in and out. He pulled it out and then slapped my inner thighs. I got the message and opening my legs further apart. And then his finger was back inside of me. No, make that two fingers. He kept finger fucking my ass for quite awhile, and I was thinking, 'Well I wasn't enjoying myself, far from it, but maybe this wouldn't be as physically painful as I feared.' I was wrong of course. I could sense him moving around on the bed, could hear him messing around with his pants. And then his fingers where pushing back into my ass.... no wait this was different. And then there was pain.... oh god there was so much pain. It was his cock. Oh fuck fuck fuck! It felt so huge in my ass. And then he fucked me. Fucked me hard and without compassion. I must have passed out from the pain. Or maybe it was weakness from no food for so long. Anyway I wasn't aware of when he finished. I woke up to my ass still burning from the assault. But I could smell food, it was heavenly. I don't think I had ever smelled fruit with such a strong scent. I was able to climb off of the bed and picked up a strawberry popping it into my mouth. Oh man that tasted awesome! Next I had some melon, then grapes, a slice of orange, and black currants. There was only a few portions of each fruit, but I was still very full by the time I finished. My stomach must have shrunk with the lack of food. Maybe an hour after my meal I was feeling up for a shower. I wasn't too surprised to find all the products to be feminine scented, but I used them anyway. I wanted to wash my guilt away and try to get the smell of sex off of me. I was almost glad to smell roses and watermelon as I cleaned. True to his word, I was provided with food everyday. It was only ever veggies or fruits and no protein. Also it was always only a minuscule amount, and so I continued to feel very weak. Like I said, I was a pretty fit guy back then, but I still noticed my body using up any fat reserves I had, especially around my waist and belly. But by the end of my second week in captivity, I was sure my body had started to already cannibalize my hard earned muscles. When I woke up to his presence, he was standing there just watching me, and when I didn't say anything or make any moves he just said, "get on your stomach". When I didn't move, he jumped on top of me and forced me face down onto the bed he said, "Since you don't feel like cooperating, I guess you don't deserve any warmup." And then he fucked my ass without using his fingers first to get me loosened up. It was much much worse than even the first time, and yet I didn't pass out, so I had to deal with every minute of the agony. When he finally came in my ass, I had nearly cried myself out of tears. He just climbed off of me and collecting his clothing he walked out of the room without another word. The vegetarian food kept coming, only I found the fruit always covered in what must be semen. I tried taking the food into the bathroom to rinse off the cum, but I found the water turned off. So the first time that happened I tried to scrape off as much of the semen as I could before eating, but the next time, when I was only given half as much food of what was already a tiny amount, I got the message. From then on I ate what I was given, the way I was given it. The portions increased back to the previously established amounts. I gagged quite a bit the first couple times I swallowed semen covered broccoli, but by the third day I just chewed and swallowed. Three weeks of captivity, of near starvation, and I looked so thin already. When I woke up to my captor once again standing over me, I couldn't resist him as he climbed up onto the bed, and keeping me on my back, he forced my legs up onto his shoulders. All I could do was meekly watch as he positioned his penis to my ass and then grunt in pain as he slid himself into me. When I closed my eyes from the pain and disgust he stopped his strokes and told me, "Open your eyes. Look at me." And then looking at me, holding my gaze he began long slow strokes again. As he fucked me he continued, "You will always look at my face when you use your body to please me. That is your function. To be a receptacle for my pleasure." And with that stated, he picked up the pace and fucked me for such a long time. I couldn't believe how he was able to keep up the merciless rhythm and yet not cumming. I was pathetic when compared to him. When he finally deposit a load of semen into my ass, he simply climbed off of the bed and left the room locking the door behind him. The same thing went on for months. I was given supplements early on so that I didn't get sick eating the same things for so long. Of course it was only much later that it was confirmed that they were not just supplements. There were female hormones and testosterone blockers mixed in as well. It had crossed my mind that that might happen, but it was not until my nipples swelled and I felt hard knots developing beneath them did I know for certain. I had noticed my dick and balls seemed to be getting smaller for weeks, but I couldn't be sure if it was caused by the pills or from my poor diet. But there was no doubt after the breast growth started. I was sure he had hidden cameras in my living spaces, and it was only confirmed when he next visited me. He had my legs up on his shoulders again and by this time he would fold me in half and make me kiss his neck as his laboured breath was huffing right next to my ear. Well he had just penetrated me, and I fully expected him to pickup the pace in a couple heart beats when instead he whispered into my ear, "I want you to play with your breasts now whenever I'm inside you and you are on your back like this. You will massage them and twist the nipples as long as I am fucking you. If you should fail to follow my directions, I will have to do it for you." I understood his threat just fine. So I placed my hands onto my chest and tried to concentrate on massaging and twisting. It was painful, but I knew he would make it much worse if I didn't do as I was told. Four months as his captive and I didn't see any way out of my situation. I would describe myself as starving, but at least my stomach no longer spammed or cramped or any other similar issues, I was rail thin, but I guess I'll live. My arms and legs looked so thin, and my waist was so tiny that even my bony hips and relatively flat ass stood out and looked feminine as a result. On my face, my eyes looked sunken and my cheekbones, my jaw and chin all stood out on my gaunt face. So I broke down and finally asked, "I would like to go free, can I please suck your dick?" His reply was simple, "Remember the offer was only if you deep throat without gagging and swallow every drop?" I nodded my head in the affirmative. So he continued, "Alright, I'm a man of my word, and if you perform as I have asked I will let you go." He then stood there and waited. I could take the hint, so I knelt down in front of him with my face level to his crotch. I gingerly opened his pants and with the gentlest touch pulled his penis out of his pants. This was the instrument of so much of my pain and humiliation, and yet I took him into my mouth. His penis was very warm with a hint of a taste of saltiness. I could feel his heartbeat on my lips as his penis filled with blood causing it to grow. I thought I knew how big his dick was, after all it had been in my ass so many times, but having it in my hands, and now in my mouth really pushed the point home that it was quite a big cock. With him reaching full size I began to move my mouth up and down his shaft taking my time trying to adapt to this new for me activity. Sure I had received dozens or even hundreds of blow jobs, but that doesn't prepare one for the realities of how sore your neck can get, or how much the jaw aches, or the fact that I was not a natural at deep throating. And so trying to maintain a rhythm along with everything else I had gone too deep one time while I was not ready and with large tears in my eyes I started retching. I knew what that meant. "You are going to finish what you started" is all he said. And so I took his cock back into my mouth and kept trying to work him into my throat. Gagging and retching the entire time. It felt like forever before I coxed an orgasm out of him, and I dutifully accepted every drop of his semen into my mouth and swallowed every bit of it. That was not a problem, I had plenty of experience eating cum. Needless to say, I did not gain my freedom, I had failed to follow our deal. When he next visited me, he said, "Clearly you need to practice at deep throating and in giving blow jobs in general. Well your in luck, I just happen to be available, and so you will practice on me and the real thing. You will start right now." And so I was once again on my knees and taking his dick into my mouth. This went on on for weeks and weeks, and then I figured out how to limit my gag reflex. It was a combination of things. Lots of practice for one, but also if I hummed while sucking helped too. But the turning point was realizing a trick that worked for me. Turns out if I just swallowed at just the right time while taking him into the back of my throat I was able to bypass my gag reflex. The surprise on my face when I felt my lips hit his pubic hair must have been pretty self evident. It was pretty strange to feel my throat expanded around his monster dick and then I realized that I couldn't breath and I pulled my mouth back off of his dick. But a couple breaths and I tried again. There was a couple more gags, but then I got the rhythm and timing down and so I was deep throating him like I was born to it. When I brought him off, I looked at his face in hopeful anticipation. Next time I would not fail! But of course he had other plans. Because the next time, as I worked his cock like a person possessed he pulled me off before he came, and flipping me around plunged his hard cock up into my ass. I have to admit, having his penis covered in my saliva made entry and the subsequent fucking much more pleasant. But since he didn't cum in my mouth, I couldn't swallow his every drop. So no freedom. The next time, he stopped me from just taking him into my mouth, and instead made me lick his shaft and his balls, all the while I had to watch his face for clues as to what brought him the most pleasure. It was only after he was pleased with what he called "Foreplay" was I allowed to start working on my goal, but once again he stopped me before I could make him cum in my mouth and instead finished in my ass. It was so frustrating! This happened for a couple weeks so I decided to try putting my all into giving the best blow job I could give. I worked him like I existed to please only his penis. I licked, I sucked, I hummed, and I took him into my throat while working my tongue and licking his balls as I had his entire shaft to the hilt all the while looking at his face for approval and signs of his pleasure. And when he came into my mouth, it was such a glorious feeling of accomplishment. I had finally done it! And then I held his cock in my mouth unit he started to wilt and with a final bit of suction I ensured there wasn't a drop to be missed until it popped as the vacuum was lost. He only said, "Congrats on accomplishing my criteria. But before you go, I need you to watch a few videos." And then a screen and projector came down from the ceiling and started playing. Still kneeling at his feet I watched many months old news broadcasts that showed that there was a manhunt and warrants for my arrest for the murder of my wife. It seemed that they had found 'evidence' that implicated me, and then there were newer and newer reports. They detailed my 'obvious gilt', after all I had gone into hiding as soon as I had left the island where I had murdered her. They said the reason there had been no body, was because the evidence pointed to her having been dissolved and poured down the drain. The next string of videos were very selective. In them, it showed me on my back with my legs up on his shoulders and playing with my tits as he fucked my ass. Then there was a video taken only within the last hour. It showed me eagerly performing what looked like the most loving and skillful blowjob any porn actress, girlfriend, wife, or homosexual would be proud to perform. I was fucked literally and figuratively. Then he started talking again, "I am a man of my word. You may leave right now. Go ahead. But know that I will also publish the videos of your sexual antics for the world to see. So you will likely go to prison, and live out a life sentence with an entire population of rapists and violent offenders, all who will certainly be aware of your sexual abilities. I'm most certain you will be very popular." And then he silently watched for my reaction. "You win," was all I could say as I hung my head in shame and surrender. "To show me you understand, I want you to perform a repeat performance. Now get to work." I obediently took his cock in my hand again and started slathering it with fresh saliva using my tongue to run up and down covering his entire length. Before I took him into my mouth, I spent a bit of time licking his balls first, taking them into my mouth and rolling them around. I knew how much he enjoyed it when I submitted to his pleasure. When he was good and ready, I started sucking, pumping my mouth up and down, then taking his entire length. I was very good at that now and was able to perform it at any time. He started talking, "You see, you 'are' a natural just as I said. You think other women just go strait to deep throating their guys dicks when they first started giving blowjobs? No, they needed practice and dedication, just like you. But tell me, back when you were lying to yourself about being a man, did you ever experience or see someone like yourself? No of course you didn't. There is no one like you. Look at you, so dedicated to my pleasure. Just as I want you. Now stop and hold steady." And so I stopped and held perfectly still with his cock held fully down my throat, waiting for his next command. Before I passed out from asphyxia he said, "I want you to take me close to the edge and hold me there, don't make me cum until I tell you too. You may proceed." And so I relaxed the death grip like suction I had built up on his cock, and in a more gentle fashion started suckling instead. He continued, "For now on, your name will be Baby, you shall only answer to that name. Soon, I will let you out of this room and you will join me in my bedroom, and have freedom to wander the house and the grounds around it. But you need to look more like the person you are, so some changes will need to be made. For now on when I tell you to do something you will say only things like "yes dear" or "as you wish dear" or "thank you dear". If I give you an opinion or make a choice for you, you will always act happy, follow or agree with what I have decided. Know that if you ever talk back, display negativity, or tell anyone that you dislike or disagree with what I have decided, you will pay a heavy price. That I promise. You may finish me off." And so reinvigorated, I started full suction and pistoned my mouth on his cock. Maybe a minute later I received my reward of his salty seed. I swallowed every drop. It was a couple days later that he tossed me a dress and some heels telling me to "get dressed," and then I followed him out of my room, and all the way outside where a car was waiting. I silently got into the back where he joined me. Without a word the car pulled away and before we had even passed the front gate a push on the back of my head had me deep throating his cock. He made me hold him on the edge for the entire 45 minute trip, and only OK'd his release as we pulled up outside of a clinic. I was still processing his load as I walked beside him into the building where I was quickly handed off to the staff. It seemed like only a couple minutes before I was on an operating table and was counting backwards from 100. I hit 97 wondering what I was going to wake up too, or rather what I might not wake up too. That first surgery left me my penis, but I'm afraid I missed saying goodby to my balls. In return I had my first breast implants, and my face and throat were heavily bandaged. I also felt something on my tongue.... it would seem I now sported a piercing. Recovery on my face was slow, and my chest hurt so freakin much, but the staff soon had me massaging my new tits, something about keeping the scar tissue from building up to much and keeping what was there soft and pliable. 10 days, and when I finally saw my face it was still purple and blue, but I could tell no one was going to mistake me for a man ever again. I was going to look beautiful. And my full puffy enhanced lips along with my tongue piercing were only going to improve my blow jobs. For now I wasn't allowed to talk, so I had to write out my requests for water, and I wasn't all that surprised to find semen drizzled onto my tiny vegetarian meals. Even here in the hospital I was still required to eat cum. The nurses got a chuckle out of my dedication to spunk consumption, I knew better than to challenge their assumptions. When I was released to 'go home' I finally found out that my breasts were 'only' a D cup (by the size of by bra), but they looked even bigger than that on my bulimic looking body. He was waiting for me, and handed me a new dress, which happened to be very revealing with a large v dipping down low on the front exposing plenty of my new assets. Also provided was a pair of very high and unfamiliar heels, which made walking difficult, and I could feel my tits bounce with every step. It was to become a familiar feeling in the future (the heels, the dress and the bouncing), but at that time all the newness was massively disconcerting. Just before we left my room, he told me, "I want you to smile your biggest smile, your time here has provided you with your life long dream. Make them believe it." Then he held out his arm for me to take. It provided needed support for balance, but also laid his claim on me. As we walked out of the clinic, I displayed a joyful smile, and I mouthed the words thank you to all the staff who had helped me during recovery. As we approached the car he whispered in my ear to sit down first, then pull my legs in after me. Sure enough, that did the trick as I only realized then that the dress would have made it impossible for me to have stepped in feet first like I used too. The new method of mounting a car would become a another habit for me in the future. As the car pulled away he man handled me till I was sitting on his lap with my dress pulled up and his pants pulled down. The feeling of his hard cock pushing up into my ass was unfortunately a now familiar feeling and he slowly fucked my ass the entire trip back to the house. I was sore with his cock penetrating my ass for the 45 minute journey, and he made me finish him off by squatting up and down while squeezing my sphincter muscles as tight as I could. The stay in the hospital had made me soft and almost unused to the abuse. But he was going to remedy that over- site. With my balls gone, I was allowed, no make that required to wear panties with my useless dick tucked back at all times. Even a thong could easily keep what I had left in check, it just had to be tight. So beside having a dick shoved up my ass everyday, I now had to adapt to a strip of fabric being up there all other times too. None of my underwear (or other clothing) was built for comfort, but that had never been a requirement anyway. The feeling of garter-belts, corsets, laytex, miniskirts, yoga pants, and all other manner of feminine dress all became familiar wear. Just so long as it was sexy and or revealing. I also had to start wearing makeup at all times. False eye lashes, hair extensions, lipstick, eye shadow, mascara, and all the other items to help highlight a girls looks. He made me change my looks multiple times a day until I was proficient at achieving the look he wanted me to project. For example he wanted me sophisticated whenever around his friends and their significant others. If it was just his friends, he wanted me to look hot. The look of a whore was often what he wanted when it was just us. He liked to see the ring of lipstick I would leave around the base of his dick. After a month of silence (unable to talk while my voice box healed), he finally told me, "Baby, it's time, say 'My name is Baby' out loud." When I spoke, "My name is Baby," it came out in a high breathless sexy pitch. I wasn't used to talking for the last month of silence, and before that he hadn't wanted me to speak all that much either, so that accounted for the breathless part. But the pitch had been unexpected. 'Was that really my voice now?!?' Of course I knew that my voice would be different, but I hadn't expected such a drastic change. With me well broken in and living the life he wanted me too, he decided that he wanted my waist a bit smaller. So I was back into the clinic to have some ribs removed. The recovery was as painful as anything else I had experienced, but at least I could talk to the staff this time. They all commented on how beautiful I was now that my bruises were all gone, and they gushed over the sound of my new voice. "Your such a lucky girl!" They would say. And of course they still chuckled and teased whenever I ate my semen covered meals of fruits and vegetables. When I returned 'home' I had no real choice but to wear corsets most everyday to protect my organs, a function no longer covered by my missing ribs. All my corsets were replaced with models that were much smaller. There was a major change for the better though, he finally let me eat the same foods as he did (only a much smaller portion). Still, I had missed eating meat, eggs, cheese and other similar foods for so long. But nothing is free. So as a consequence to the change in my food intake, the added protein and fat to my diet went strait to certain parts of my body. And so I developed hips, my ass expanded and softened, even more volume was added to my tits, and I developed a thin layer of fat all over my body. The constant wearing of high heels when I was awake, and every night with my lower legs and feet spent in a weird contraption (that some ballerinas use to help them stretch so they can learn to perform en pointe), had caused my achilles' tendons to shrink and my feet to deform. This meant I could no longer stand flat footed for more than maybe 10 seconds and then the pain would have me back up on my tippy toes. He thought my disfigured feet were sexy, and that the changes it caused in my walk was appropriate for a girl like me. My ass swayed, my legs scissored and I always looked sexy and impractical. I had been his slave for 18 months when he informed me, "Baby, you and I are to be married in six months." Then as he slipped an engagement ring onto my finger he continued, "But first you need one last little thing done before I will accept you as my wife." And so when I woke up from my last surgery, I was now 100 percent female in body if not my mind. The flat shape under the bandages between my legs and the pain there left no doubt. The first days were grim and painful, but I soon had my well rehearsed and practiced smile back onto my face, he had told me, "your life could always be worse". The threat was heard loud and clear. Watching the meters and meters of bloody packing being taken out of my new orifice on day three was like watching a horror movie. You want to turn away, but you just have to see what happens next. Though black, blue and bloody it was obvious the surgeons had done a great job of carving up my useless penis and scrotum, and using the remaining flesh to fashion my new cunt. Once free of the dressings, one of the nurses produced a dildo saying, "Ok Baby, this here is one of your new friends. You will need to use one of these to maintain your new kitty. We don't want it to close up do we? No of course not. So I will help you this time, but you will need to do it on your own at least three times a day for 30 minutes each time." She then showed me how to put lubricant onto the faux shaft before she placed it at the entrance to my new love canal. As she slowly pushed it inside of me I felt mostly minor discomfort but with occasional sharp 'electric like' shocks. And then she had the entire length up inside my body. Despite everything I had experienced up to now, this moment was the most surreal. I had a pussy, and it was currently being filled! The the nurse pulled it out slightly, and then back in followed by a slight twist. She then said, "Well I think you can handle the next size up, so let's give that a try." So she produced a larger dildo that she lubed and I shortly had the new invader up inside of me. It was much more painful, and my wincing and sharp intake of breath was a clear sign, "Baby, I know this hurts, so I won't go up another size this session, but you will need to challenge yourself to promote healing. Here, I want you to do it now. Hold it inside of you and occasionally pull it out a bit then back in and a slight twist." And when I did as she directed she reported, "Yes, that's a good girl!" On day five, the catheter came out, and with a nurses help I had to get out of bed and take my first steps with a pussy as I was guided into the bathroom. I was made to sit down and then we both waited as I tried to figure out what muscles I had to relax so I could pee. It burned something fierce when I finally found success. And then I dabbed my groin dry before I was allowed to stand up again. A short walk back to my bed and I was exhausted. I quickly recovered enough to take walks down the halls and take flights of stairs for fitness and recovery. My legs could scissor like never before as there was nothing to interfere anymore, I also found reaching up or down for the next step really worked my pussy. He was impatient for my recovery over the next couple months, but he didn't touch me there until the doctor gave the go ahead. But the return trip after the go ahead was received had him buried to the hilt during the drive back. I guess I'm not the first girl to loose her virginity in the back seat of a car. Just before our wedding he dangled a carrot, "Baby I have been thinking, and I've decided that I will let you go some day." He was watching my face as he told me the news. I knew better than to display any emotions about such a thing as my freedom, so I waited passively. "I figure as you get older I will likely not find you as appealing as I do today, and so I will divorce you and send you on your way when that happens. So here is my promise. I will let you go sometime in the future, and I will even give you alimony so that you can life in a lifestyle that you have grown accustomed too. But there will be a catch. When that happens, and you become a free woman, you will be required to not make any changes to your body, your style of dress or the way you present yourself in public. If you should fail to maintain as I have directed, you will find yourself penniless and unable to suit for settlement as I will then tell the authorities who you really are." The wedding vows I gave had been specified to me. So in front of God and all the people who witnessed our wedding I promised to, "Love, honour and obey my husband". In return he proclaimed, "I promise to guide you, protect you, and to be your master in this life". And I had my well practiced always present smile glued onto my face the entire time. I pretended giddy happiness the entire ceremony, during the big kiss, the walk out of the church in each others arms and at the reception I fed him cake and kissed him back in feigned joy. On our honey moon, wearing the tiniest of string bikinis, I was on my knees in the sand giving my new husband one of my best in class blow jobs, before he fucked me doggy style in both of my holes as we looked out over the water. Like the first time we had had sex, he blew his load into my rectum. Only this time he had me furiously fingering my neo clitoris as he was fucking me so he could feel my ass spamming on his cock mid fuck as I orgasmed. That's right, he had trained me to orgasm during sex. It had nothing to do with my pleasure, but rather it was all about his. For one thing he liked the feelings on his member when I spasmed, and for another, it made him feel like 'the man' when he could make his force sex changed fianc? (and later wife) have orgasms, even if she didn't want to feel those feelings with him. He had no delusions about me, he knew that I hated him. He knew that I would kill him if I thought that I could get away with it. But he had established that all the pictures, the videos, and details about the surgeries I had had were kept on standby, ready to be distributed to the authorities should anything happen to him. I hadn't gone through everything just so I could end up in prison for the rest of my life. Hell I had gone through everything that had happened just so that I could stay out of prison! It was definitely better to suck and fuck only one man than with many. Even if that man was my rapist and a monster. Besides, there was some light at the end of the tunnel. I would gain my freedom some day, and he did bring in other women for sexual play every now and then. The first time was frustrating for me only because the experience with her only pushed the point home that I was not able to make choices for myself. But with experience I learned to accept and enjoy what I could. I don't remember her name, but he had met her during one of his business meetings and she had commented on what a beautiful wife he had. He picked up on her signals, and asked her, "Would you like to come over to my home for drinks with my wife and I?" She accepted his offer. It didn't take long after introducing us together before she was aggressively kissing me on my full sexy lipstick covered lips. God I had missed kissing women. With my husband looking on, she had then started playing with my tits and then worked her hand under my dress before digitally stimulating my man made cunt. "Mmmmhh" I moaned 'her hands were so soft and skillful'. Then my husband suggested, "Why don't we take this somewhere more comfortable where we can all participate more easily. Baby, why don't you lead the way to the master bedroom for our guest." And I could feel the woman's gaze glued to my ass as I walked. As soon as we went into the bedroom the woman took me into her arms and started kissing me again. She was just so aggressive. I had been broken of any such tendencies myself, as I was a submissive now, and complete putty in her hands. She started stripping my clothing off, while my husband helped take off hers. The only thing I was left wearing were my heels. Both my husband and the woman preferred me to keep them on, I was used to it now and thought nothing of it anymore. She backed me up and pushed me onto the bed, her hands and lips all over my naked flesh. I was able to get some nibbles and kisses in too, but I yielded to her dominance over me. As the woman manoeuvred me into position I saw my husband shedding his clothing so he could join in on the fun. I ended up on top of her, my face buried in her crotch and hers in mine, it was a classic 69 position. With me on top, it gave my husband easy access. That is how I ended up with her tonguing my pussy while I was fucked up the ass. I have to admit, I had multiple orgasm's even before we switched things up for many other positions. The entire night, my husband hardly touched the woman, only some light kissing, and some nipple and clitoris stimulation. He saved his cock to use only on me, to use in all of my holes. But he really enjoyed watching the woman dominate me too. Of course it was a test. He was making sure that I was broken of any capacity to take charge. He needn't have worried, he had shattered that part of me well over a year prior. The woman stayed the night, and so I ended up sleeping sandwiched between the two after my husband and her had just spit roasted me. (She wore a strap-on that my husband had provided, so her faux cock fucked my bottom while my husbands cock fucked my mouth.) Later after we had exhausted ourselves, I went to sleep with my backside spooned back against my husband with his hand resting between my huge tits, and her, she was snuggled facing me, her arm draped over me with her hand caressing my hip and ass cheek. I fell asleep like that with her sweet breath on my face, =and god help me I never felt so desired and cared for as I did right then. I had to look beautiful at all times and I was prepared and ready to give my husband, my captor, and my rapist pleasure whenever he wanted it and in whatever fashion he wanted it. It was excruciating not knowing when I would gain my freedom, as I was stuck in a catch 22. He wouldn't let me go until he was bored of me, but if I didn't give him my all, then I would be punished. And he really liked my all. fini CBA