Thelma and Me Summer of 65 part 2
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The Fix -Part Two
Our hero(ine) Johnny has been tricked by his dealer, a beautiful hooker
called Candy into trying a new drug. Trusting her he drinks the shot of
liquid she hands him which renders him unable to move or resist in any
way as she transforms him into her apprentice whore, explaining that he
is now addicted to the serum he has just drunk and will need either cum
or the very expensive liquid to stave off the cravings. By the time she
has finished he is the very image of a street whore and chained to the
wall by one wrist.
"I know what you're thinking. Don't, it's not true, I actually wanted to
be a girl and becoming a prostitute was my way to being able to afford
the operations. The guy you saw leaving here offered to pay for the
enhancements if I tested a new product for his employer. That was the
serum. I was one of the first, before they realised it was instantly
addictive. They have an antidote now, but I don't really need it. I like
sucking cock. And the cost of the antidote is about the same as good
SRS," Candy said.
SRS? For a minute I couldn't figure out what that was. Then it hit me.
"But I don't want to be a girl! And I definitely don't want to have my
cock chopped off!"
"Don't be silly Joanie, they don't chop it off. They just peel the
banana and invert it. Well, they do take your balls but that's a small
price to pay I think." She gave me a beautiful, happy, smile.
"What? You can't be serious! There's no way they're taking my nuts, or
anything else for that matter!" I shouted angrily at her, yanking at the
chain holding me prisoner.
"Oh Joanie, don't be such a baby. It's not as if you are going to need
them, but whatever, you can keep them if you really want to." She smiled
at me. "I quite like what you've got anyway." She stroked my tightly
tucked manhood through the silk panties she'd put on me. "Besides, it
will help me stay away from the serum and raise the last of the money I
need for my operations. So it's win-win, you get to keep the 'meat-and-
two veg' and I get to be the girl I always wanted to be even quicker."
The feel of her hand stroking me through the silk and the thought of her
lips around my cock again made me moan in frustrated lust. I couldn't
help it, she was beautiful, even if she did have a bigger dick than me.
"But Candy, why me?"
"I told you Joanie, I like you and I wanted to save your life. I really
don't think you would have survived if the guys looking for you had
found you. Now you are perfectly hidden in plain sight, although you can
not be described as plain. You are just as beautiful as I thought you
would be."
"Beautiful. Yeah, right! Pull the other one, there's no way anyone would
ever describe me as beautiful."
"But Joanie, it's true." She dragged me to my feet and I stumbled after
her across the room. She led me into her bedroom and shoved me in front
of a full length mirror. "See, beautiful."
I stood there, wobbling on the unfamiliar six inch heels, staring at the
girl in the mirror. Standing there in front of me was a skinny street
whore wearing nothing but stockings, silk knickers and a lacey bra.
"She's beautiful." I mumbled before realising from the grinning Candy
behind her that the pretty, skinny, girl was actually me. "But..."
Candy put her finger to my lips. "Shush, I knew you would be gorgeous,
we just need to get some weight back on your bones." She dragged me back
into the living room, shoved me back onto the sofa and shortened the
chain.
"Now you just relax and I'll fix you something to eat." She moved away
and shortly I heard her in the little kitchenette. I struggled with the
cuff around my wrist and felt the unaccustomed weight on my chest
tugging, jiggling, with a little discomfort. The cuff was tight, but I
was sure that I could get it off if I tried hard enough. I might lose a
little skin, but with a little lubrication I should be able to slip out
of it. I'd have to wait until Candy was either out or sleeping though, I
definitely wouldn't have time to slip the cuff, take those stupid shoes
off and get out of the apartment without her catching me if she was here
with me.
The smells coming from the kitchenette made me realise just how hungry I
was. It had been a couple of days since I'd had a proper meal, The drugs
meant I didn't want to eat as often as I should and the money I spent on
food meant less to spend on my next fix. I was probably down to about
100 pounds (7 stone, 45 KG).
Candy eventually came back carrying a tray which she placed on my lap.
There was a plate piled high with steak, bacon, eggs, sausages, fried
mushrooms, hash browns, a fried slice and beans. "I can't eat all that!
I'll be sick," I exclaimed.
"Well you just do the best you can. We want you looking your best for
your first customers, and they definitely don't want an emaciated waif
like you. If they did they'd just go to the corner and use one of the
two bit whores you call, used to call, customers. Now eat up and then
I'll show you your room, and the exercise equipment to help you turn
that food into muscle."
"I'm not going to be a whore! No way!" I screamed at her.
"Whatever. Just eat."
I would have thrown the plate at her, but the smell of the food was
making me salivate and I knew I needed to eat if I was going to escape
this nightmare.
I all but shovelled the food into my face and was surprised at just how
much I actually managed to eat before I felt full, slightly nauseous but
full.
"Wow! You must have been really starving." Candy moved the tray to the
coffee table and then went and unclipped the chain from the wall. She
wrapped it around her hand. "Come on, let me show you your room."
She started across the living room as I struggled to my feet. I tottered
after her in the unfamiliarly heels. "How can you walk so easily in
these things?" I grumbled.
"Oh you'll get used to them. It becomes second nature after a while. I
can't remember the last time I wore anything less than a 4 inch heel. I
don't even feel comfortable without heels these days. Here you go, your
new home," she said opening the door of the spare bedroom.
I staggered over to the door and looked into the room. It was a
surprisingly large room. There was a brass bedstead with a thin mattress
shoved into the far corner and between it and the door was a treadmill
and a cycling machine. "I want you to use the machines for an hour a day
each to start with, we need to rebuild your stamina, then we can work on
a proper exercise regime." She slapped my arse. "We need to build that
booty." She giggled. "There'll be no weights, we don't want to build
your upper body, just your thighs and bum." She ran her soft hand across
my still stinging butt cheek.
She led me into the room and locked the chain to the wall halfway
between the bed and the exercise gear. "Why don't you do an hour on the
treadmill, convert that meal into something useful."
I bent down to take the stupid shoes off and found that they were locked
on with little padlocks. "How am I supposed to exercise with these
ridiculous things on my feet?" I asked angrily.
"Oh Joanie, baby, how are you going to get used to them if you don't?"
She smiled at me. "I'll be back later. Oh, and there's a pot under the
bed if you need it." With that she left the room closing the door on her
way out.
I went and sat on the bed. Great one Johnny, what are you going to do
now. I thought to myself. You've been kidnapped by a psycho hooker who
wants to turn you into a two bit whore too. If it wasn't for bad luck
you'd have no luck at all. I sat there for a while feeling sorry for
myself. Fuck it. You've got to do something. I tried attacking the
locked shoes but without any tools of any kind they were not coming off.
So I stumbled and staggered over to the door and very gently tried the
handle. It turned OK, but the damn door didn't move. Locked. I returned
to the bed and lay down.
I must have dozed off because when I looked at the bedside cabinet there
was a covered plate and a glass of water that hadn't been there before.
I lifted the cover and saw a sandwich and a folded piece of paper. I
unfolded the paper and read the note from Candy.
Joanie
Be a good girl and use the machines. It will make life so much easier
for you. Just an hour on the treadmill, that's all I ask.
Love Candy
Fuck her. I'll show her. I thought, and stumbled over to the treadmill.
I stepped on and set it to a slow speed. I hit the start button and
started walking, well staggering, gripping tightly to the handles.
When the door opened some time later and Candy walked in I was ready to
drop. I was exhausted and my feet and ankles were killing me. She hit
the stop button. "Take it easy Joanie, you've been on there for an hour
and a half. We don't want you crippling yourself do we. Come and sit
down and eat your sandwich before it gets dry and curly." She helped me
over to the bed and I sat down with a sigh of relief. I wolfed down the
sandwich and drank the glass of water.
"Look, I know this is hard for you, but I am trying to save your life.
If the drugs didn't kill you then the gang who run this turf would. The
serum I gave you may be highly addictive but at least it won't kill you,
you can't OD on the stuff. Even if you could afford to try, you could
drink gallons of the stuff with no problem except an empty wallet. You
don't feel the need for a fix do you, no ' course you don't the serum
saw to that."
"But Candy why did you do this to me?"
"Well, I like you, and I didn't want to see you dead in the gutter one
day. So I knew that the only way to keep you safe was to hide you. What
better way to do that than give you an impenetrable disguise. Who in
their right mind would think the new street corner whore was old Junky
Johnny, especially if she wasn't using."
"But a whore!?"
"Oh come on lover, what other options did I have? Besides, my clients
are going to be looking for someone new once I have my surgery. They
like their girls with a little extra."
"But I'm not a fucking whore! For fucks sake Candy, I'm straight! Yours
is the only cock I've ever had in my mouth and that was only because I
was paralysed."
"Yeah, well, sorry about that, but I've known for a long time that you
liked me and I've wanted your mouth 'round my clitty for ages. I knew
that you'd never have done it voluntarily, and this just seemed to be
the perfect opportunity. Not bad for a first attempt, a bit more
practice and I make you into a real pro."
I looked at the beautiful, scantily clad, girl sitting next to me and
found it very hard to believe what she was hiding in her skimpy panties.
I felt her hand stroking the front of the silk panties I was wearing.
"You see," she murmured. "You still fancy me." She freed my rapidly
growing cock from its silk and lace prison and stroked it. I couldn't
help myself and a moan of pleasure escaped my lips as I collapsed back
on the bed.
I felt her slip from the bed, her hand still stroking my now very
rampant member. "See you do still like me." She said, just before her
lips wrapped themselves, oh so softly, around my cock. I gripped the bed
clothes tightly trying to forget that this beautiful girl was more than
she seemed. I was in heaven.
I spasmed with pleasure as suddenly he started stroking my ultra-
sensitive, nylon clad, legs. As my upper body jerked a sudden pain
flashed across my chest and my hands flew to clutch my pectoral muscles.
They found instead soft mounds of silicone enhanced flesh cradled in
silk and lace, but it felt so good to be cupping those boobs as Candy
gave me another blow-job. Oh god! I could get used to this. I moaned as
my climax approached and Candy buried the full length of me in her
wonderful throat. "Oh god Candy. I think I love you," I screamed as I
pumped my load into her.
"That's good lover," she said crawling up my body. She kissed me and
added with a giggle. "You won't mind returning the favour then."
The taste of my cum on her lips instead of horrifying me seemed to
ignite a craving in me and before my conscious mind could take over I
had wrapped my arms around her, rolled, and slid down her body, almost
ripping her panties off her, before plunging my head down onto her
beautiful nine inch clitty. It only registered what I was doing when she
hit the back of my throat, but the taste of her pre-cum just made the
craving worse. I had no control. I had to suck her cock. I HAD to!
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