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This is a bad, dark, and very dirty story written in bad English.
Forced sex, humiliation.
Please do not read if you can be offended by such materials.
Reunion.
The party was on, and everybody was there, all the familiar faces I
missed for the last three years. Luckily for me, the game started, and
everybody concentrated on the screen of a huge TV set in front of the
room. I breathed with relief; nobody is going to stare at me anymore,
and by the end of the game, they are going to be too drunk to recognize
me. All I needed to do is to serve the drinks and wait for the party to
end. But it was impossible to relax. My massive breasts were making the
bra straps cut into my shoulders painfully; the short skirt restricted
my steps, and my feet screamed in pain from walking in high heels for
too long. "The damned party!" I thought to myself. If I would only know
that Gleb will trick me into surgery and will make me work as a
waitress in front of my friends! Somebody slapped my ass, but I managed
to fake a smile and concentrate on collecting empty bottles. "Soon it
will be over! Soon it will be over!" I was saying to myself. "It will
be over, and I will be back to normal in no time!"
"No-o-o-o-o-o!" the roar erupted as something happened on the screen.
"No way!"
"They are screwed now!"
"No way!"
"I bet 50 they are screwed!"
"I bet Olia's blowjob they are not!" Everybody started to laugh, and I
froze with terror recognising Michael's voice. I took the tray with the
empty bottles and practically run to the kitchen. It was a pathetic run
though, as the short skirt and the heels allowed me to take only short
steps and forced me to place one leg in front of the other. It probably
looked like I was trying to shake my ass.
"I take the bet!" someone answered.
"I take it too!"
"What I can get for a hundred?"
I put the tray on the kitchen table and took a long breath. "Everything
is going to be alright! He wouldn't dare! We have the agreement!" I was
saying to myself while trying to hold back tears. I wasn't sure how
long I was standing there when I sensed that somebody was standing
close to me. I turned and saw Oliver. He was my best friend in the
past, and his presence gave me a glimmer of hope. If there was anyone I
could trust in the world, it was him. I opened my mouth to say
something, maybe even to tell him who I am, but then I noticed his
stupid smile and his eyes glued to my cleavage. i
"Like what you see?" I asked him with disgust.
"Yea, baby!" He answered with a foolish smile, too drunk to understand
my tone.
With a quick motion, I lifted my blouse and then freed my huge breasts
from the bra.
"What if I say that it all fake?" I nearly screamed. "What if I'm not
even a ..." But Oliver didn't let me finish the sentence.
*****
Since I was young, I was always wanted to move to a big city--the
entertainments, the job opportunities, and most importantly, the
freedom. The freedom to be away from my family, my sadistic brother and
my father, who wasn't giving a shit. My older brother Gleb was my worst
tormentor. I often wondered how it's possible to have someone of the
same blood, but so drastically different. Once he hit me with a toy
revolver so badly, my forehead started to bleed, and I got a small scar
for the rest of my life. It got some attention, but the psychologist
explained his behavior by connecting it to the death of our mother.
After they forced Gleb to visit a psychologist, his behavior changed,
and the beating stopped. But he started to prank me instead. Sometimes
he was behaving normally for a long time, waiting for me to relax.
One summer, when Gleb was acting like a good brother, he took me for a
bike ride in the forest. It was hot, and he offered to swim in the
river naked. Everything was alright until he suddenly disappeared. I
run to my bike to find that he took all my clothes and replaced them
with a pink dress. It was dark already when I dared to put the dress on
and go home. Our stepmother Sophia was waiting for me there. She gave
me a pitying look and said that she knows my desire to be a girl, and
she understands me. And I was too embarrassed to answer.
Later the same year Gleb started to date Chloe. She was a cheerleader
in our school, and she shared Gleb's passion for pranking me. One night
when our dad and stepmother were out, Gleb invited Chloe. Everything
was alright, we shared pizza and were about to watch some movie when
suddenly I felt very sleepy. I barely managed to go to my room before
sleep swallowed me. The next thing I remember, it was time to have
breakfast. I went downstairs, sat at the table, and saw something was
wrong. My dad and Sophia were looking at me with open mouths, and
Gleb's face was red from trying to fight the laughter. The previous
night he put a sleeping drug in my pizza, and Chloe applied some
waterproof makeup on my face when I fall asleep.
From that day, our stepmother was convinced that I was transgender but
too afraid to admit it. Dad just frowned at me. I tried to talk to him
and complain about Gleb, but he cut it short. According to my dad, it
was bad if I did it to myself, and it was even worse if I allowed it to
happen. Either way, I would regret it big time back in the country we
come from. That was the end of the conversation.
Understanding that complaining will get me nowhere, I tried to avoid my
family as much as possible. Countless nights I spend with my best body
Oliver. It was him who introduced me to online gaming and the local
community of gamers. My quick reaction earned me a reputation and place
in the local team. We call themself 'Punishers', and we weren't bad; we
even managed to win a few state tournaments. It was a good time when I
enjoyed my reputation as a team member. Even Michael, the best friend
of Gleb, showed some respect. Michael liked gaming and was trying to
join the team.
The time was flying, and soon two of our best players disengaged to
join college. It becomes obvious that Punishers are not going to make
it. I started to think about my own future. Dad was rich enough to send
me to the best college out there, but I doubted that he is going to
pay, and I was too proud to ask.
I was always good at drawing things. The art teacher said that I have
'spatial awareness' and should pursue an art career. I combined it with
my love for gaming and decided to concentrate on multimedia arts. Day
after day, I was seating in front of my computer learning and
practising computer graphics and animations. It wasn't long before I
was able to find small gigs online. It wasn't big, but it was
something. And the more I disdained my family, the more I concentrated
on working long hours on the smallest assignments I was receiving.
Gleb and Chloe were still finding a way to humiliate me. Dating was not
easy for me, as I was shy, and it was a pleasant surprise when Victoria
becomes interested in me. She was older than me, and it felt awkward.
But she insisted that she wants to go out with me. The only condition
was that she wanted to do something with my hair as it was a mess.
Later I learned that she was a friend of Chloe and she was tricking me
into cutting my hair into a girl fashion and paint it bright pink.
It looked awful. I tried to shave my head, but it still looked awful.
Two weeks I was seating in my room, waiting for my heir to grow again
and working non-stop, transforming my frustration into art objects and
publishing them online. Within soon, I received my first job offer and
started to pack my things. I wasn't prepared to live on my own, but the
perspective of putting some distance between my family and me was too
attractive.
It wasn't long before I discovered that big city life is not really for
me. A tiny flat in a bad part of the city. No friends. Foul-smelling
polluted air. And atop of it all the constant noise that was driving me
crazy. But a return would mean a defeat, and I wasn't ready for it.
*****
Two years passed since I left my home; summer was coming, and the good
weather was making me home-sick as never before. It was Oliver who gave
me the idea to make a reunion of the Punishers. We had been a good
team, and it seemed like a good idea to meet again and have a party. It
also was giving me a good excuse to return to the home town. I started
to contact everybody to see when they can be back in the city for a
party.
I wasn't talking to my dad all these years. He tried to call me a few
times the second year, but each time he was calling very late, and he
was very drunk each time. I stopped to take his calls, and, after a
while, he stopped to call me.
It was late at night, and I was thinking about the home and the friends
and our plans to have a party when suddenly my phone ring. It was my
dad. For some reason, it stirred me up. The phone was ringing, and I
was starring at it not willing to take it. The phone stopped and then
buzzed again and again. Finally, I picked it up, but dad was drunk
again. He mumbled something that sounded like "sorry", but it only made
me angry. I switched the phone off.
It was about lunchtime the next day when I switched the phone on.
Messages started to pop up. My dad called me five more times last
night. Then Sophia tried to call me several times in the morning and
another number was calling, and someone sent me an SMS asking for cal
back.
With a bad feeling, I called Sophia. My dad was dead. He was driving at
night. They found his car in the river. His body and two empty bottles
of whisky were in the car.
The ride back home, the funeral, everything was a blur. The awful
feeling of guilt was making me miserable. The guilt of not talking to
dad, of not trying to understand him when it was still possible. And it
only becomes worse when his will was announced. I got everything: the
house, the business and all the money. I didn't understand what it
means at the time, did he loved me after all?
*****
The family reunion was as awkward as it can be. We sat there in
silence, barely looking at each other. Gleb's forehead was covered with
a big piece of a band-aid. He noticed me looking.
"I hurt myself," Gleb said, not looking at me.
"You hurt yourself?"
"Yes." He paused before continuing. "I'm to blame. Dad was drinking
because of me."
"Why?"
"We weren't getting along. You weren't there..." He stopped to talk,
took a deep breath and then continued without looking at me. "Dad
demanded that I will go to therapy again. Then the therapist concluded
that my bad behaviour was driven by an inner desire to change sex."
"What!"
I looked at him in shock, he tried to look sincere, but for a moment I
caught his glance and all too familiar mischievous look in his eyes.
"You are bullshiting me! You think I don't understand? You just trying
to get the money!"
"I don't need the money!" he answered. "All I want to ask is to pay for
the surgery! I need it, or I will kill myself!"
"You want to be a woman? Fine! I will pay for it but don't think to
trick me. I'm adult now and will not by your bullshit."
*****
"You already go through the testing, and everything is ready for the
operation?"
"Yes," Gleb answered quietly. "If the paperwork will be signed today,
the first surgery can be tomorrow."
Something was wrong, I felt it. Gleb even invited his best friend
Michael and former girlfriend, Chloe. They all nodded and claimed that
they knew about Gleb desire. Michael even brought a bottle of
champagne to celebrate 'the beginning of new Gleb'.
I checked the paper sceptically.
"34DD cups!" Are you sure, brother, it's not too small for your ego?" I
asked with a smirk, but he didn't answer, just looked down.
"It's all phony. I'm sure you will find a way to get this money from
the clinic. But just to get rid of you." I started to sign the papers.
"Don't ever come close to me again unless you are wearing a nice blouse
with a very low neckline so I will be able to see the boobs I paid
for!"
I signed all the papers, stood up, and tossed them to Gleb. Michael
gave me champagne, and everybody cheered for Gleb.
"I don't hate you Gleb, but you need to understand that games are over!
You will not see any money from me anymore." I gulped the champagne
noticing strangely bitter test of it. "In fact, we should not see each
other any..." I wasn't able to finish the phrase. Suddenly my knees got
weak, and I started to slip toward the carpet.
I never was completely unconscious. I got dizzy and vague as the drug
hit me. But that was all. I was awake, but part of me was dead.
I heard Gleb giving a laugh. "Finally! I was afraid we will have to
force it down his fucking throat."
He came close to me and patted me on my shoulder. "You will see the
boobs you paid for, you will see them every day."
*****
The 'zombie' drug they made me swallow, must be illegal and difficult
to find. God knows where Gleb laid hands on it. But I wasn't wondering
about that then; I wasn't wondering about anything. I lay slumped
there, passive as a vegetable, hearing what went on, seeing anything in
front of my eyes, but unable to move. Unless I was told to.
They told me to stand up, so I did. Chloe went through me quickly and
expertly, searching my pockets. She removed my phone, ID card, driver's
license.
"He is all good. We can go to the clinic."
"They are not going to ask too many questions? What about checking
before the surgery?"
"I will load him with hypnotic suggestions, and he will behave
normally. His reactions are going to be slow, but I will say he was
nervous snd smocked a bit too much. Just another stoned patient afraid
of the surgery."
*****
The check-in was quick, as the clinic already expected me. Chloe was
working as a nurse there, and she said that she is my best friend and
was supporting me. And I was saying yes to all her suggestions.
Something was bothering me, though. Once I even managed to say, "I'm
not Gleb!" But Chloe took my head and kissed me.
"There, there. Of course, you are not! You chose the name Olia,
remember?" I quieted down, and she said gently to the doctor, "They're
a lot of traumatic experience in her past, you shouldn't mention the
old name."
I was asked to put on a surgical gown and cup. My chest was marked up.
IV was attached, and they started to administer anesthesia. I closed my
eyes for a moment, but the next moment I opened it was night, and I had
boobs.
*****
In the morning, the 'zombie' drug started to wear off, and the
recognition of what was going on started to down on me. I was making a
feeble attempt to stand up when Gleb walked in. I gasped, recognizing
changes in his appearance. The band-aid was off, and there was a scar
that looked exactly like mine. He was wearing my jacket, and even his
hair was cut in the same style as mine.
"Why?" I managed to ask weakly.
"You are asking why? You!" He almost screamed back at me. Then he took
a long breath, looked at my bandaged chest, and smiled cruelly before
continuing in a quiet voice. "Ever since you murdered our mother, I was
planning to kill you."
"Mother?" I repeated in surprise.
"You don't even know? She donated marrow to you when you were sick. And
then there was a complication, and she was dying in agony because of
you. And dad didn't even let you know!"
Gleb's face was crossed with pure hate. "I was going to kill you, but
then I got smarter. The killing is not smart, I would need to get rid
of the body, and I can get caught, so I started to think of something
else."
"You will get caught! I will..."
"You will do nothing. Who will believe you?"
I started to think frantically, who can confirm my identity. "Sophia,
she can tell who is who!"
"Sophia is sure that you are transgender. And anyway, she wants part of
the dad's money, so she will play along."
"You see," he continued, "I planned everything carefully. There is no
way you will be able to prove anything. Last two years, you spend all
your time online, and I just changed all your passwords. I was visiting
a therapist for a year just to get proof that I'm a transgender and a
bit of a schizophrenic. You will try to make a scandal, and they will
lock you up."
"But I don't want to spend all this money on your fucking body. You
will get some face surgery, bigger implants, and I will make your old
friends see you. Then you will be free to do whatever you like."
"Imagine you looking like a fucking pornstar and serving drinks to your
friends?" Gleb continued with a smirk, "It's going to be an ultimate
prank I will play on you."
"But ... but..." I was struggling to find the answer.
"There are no buts, dear," Chloe answered. She was dressed as a nurse,
and she was adding something to my IV--the familiar numbness swallowed
me. "I will help you to look like a duty whore you are. All your
pathetic friends are going to droll over you."
*****
I wasn't sure if it was the effect of the drug and hypnotic
suggestions, or if I wasn't able to find a way out of Gleb's plan, but
I did everything they ordered me to do. After two face surgeries, I
stopped to recognize myself in the mirror. Chloe quit her work as a
nurse and moved in with Gleb. She was teaching me how to apply makeup,
was buying me female clothes, and made sure I was taking my medicine
and followed a specific diet.
Chloe was getting bored with staying home, and she was inventing new
ways to humiliate me. She was making me wear a maid's uniform and high
heels when cleaning the house. It was very uncomfortable, and I
struggled with the most basic tasks. Chloe laughed at me and was
threatening me to ink my lower back if I fail with the cleaning.
"You know, bitch, you better heal quickly," she once said to me. "Once
it all over, Gleb will marry me."
"And you believe him?" I asked without thinking.
"What you said, bitch?" she screamed with anger. "How you dare! I will
show you!"
She made an appointment and drove me to the tattoo and piercing parlor.
The salon was clean and looked professional. The piercer took my
stiffness for being afraid of the needles. He reassured me that it will
be quick and asked me to take a deep breath then another one and yet
another one. But as soon as I was started to take the third breath, he
drove the needle through my tongue. I felt my eyes getting bigger with
shock as the piercer replaced the needle with a ring.
"Consider it a warning, slut," Chloe commented as she drove me home.
"You say something bad about Gleb again, and I will do something nasty
to you."
Gleb was laughing his head off when Chloe ordered me to show my tongue
in the evening.
*****
The life as bad as it was, started to feel like a routine. Wake up
early, dress up, and makeup. Preparing breakfast for Gleb and Chloe.
Waiting for them to wakeup. Taking my medicine. Cleaning. I didn't need
any shaving, and I was accustomed to wearing dresses and skirts. Even
my breasts didn't destruct me too much.
But then it was time to replace the implants with the bigger once. And
I felt dreadful. Not only because I was afraid of bigger breasts and
what they are going to do with my face. I was scared because, after the
final breast adjustment, Gleb was going to fulfill his promise and show
me to my friends. He was going to use my idea of Punishers' reunion to
make me work as a waitress in front of my friends.
*****
I looked in the mirror and bit my puffy lip to stop crying. My huge
breasts were looking like they are going to burst out of the bra and
the blouse. The push-up bra Chloe made me wear was not comfortable, and
it was possible to spill the breast if I moved too fast. My enormous
lips painted bright red, long lashes, big hoop earrings, heavy makeup.
Everything was screamed sex. The worst was when I tried to smile. Big
tongue ring with 'Fuck me' written on top of it, was clearly visible
between my teeth.
"Olia! Get us some drinks!" I heard Michele shouting.
"I can make it!" I tried to reassure myself. "Soon it will be over!"
*****
I was fed up and tired. I wanted someone to hear me out and help me.
And Oliver was the best possible candidate to be my savior. Freeing my
breasts was a gesture of despair, an attempt to throw all the lies
away. But I didn't consider that he was drunk, he saw me as nothing but
a whore employed to entertain the guests and on top of it all he was a
big fan of big breasts.
"What if I say that it all fake?" I nearly screamed. "What if I'm not
even a ..." But Oliver didn't let me finish the sentence.
"I don't care if it silicone, it looks nice," he said with a lusty
smile and grabbed my breasts.
"Nice!" He continued squeezing the breasts. And I was too shocked to
say or do anything. He placed rubbed my sensitive nipples, with his
thumbs, making me shiver. "Very nice!" He continued taking his right
hand off my breast to open his fly.
"What are you doing?" Are protested meekly and tried to free me.
"Don't be shy, I know ladies like you like sex."
He took his semi-erect cock out of his fly, and I tried to push him
away. But he still held my breast squeezing it painfully. I pushed some
more, trying to get down. He finally let the breast sleep, but I ended
on my knees facing his cock. The cock sprang to attention, and Oliver
directed it to my mouth.
I opened my mouth to scream in disgust, and Oliver used the opportunity
to drive his cock down my mouth.
"Aghhh!" I managed to say as Oliver moved his cock all the way in
holding my hair tight.
Instinctively I tried to push his cock out with my tongue, but it only
pleased him. "Yea, baby, use your pierced tongue!"
It was when I tasted his salty precame on my tongue that I was able to
free myself and run to the sink and vomit. I wasn't eating anything
since the previous day as I was too nervous, and my stomach was empty,
but whatever still remained in my stomach, all come out.
"Girl, you are weird!" Said Oliver, not understanding why I wasn't
happy to suck him off, and left me standing there.
The vomit stopped when there was nothing to throw out of the stomach,
and I managed to put my bra and blues back on.
"Where the fuck you are?" Michael asked, standing in the door.
I didn't answer or look at him. I collected beer bottles from the
fridge and prepared to go back to the main room.
"I lost the bets," Michael said. "I'm afraid you will have to give a
few blowjobs to the guys."
I froze, holding the tray with beers. "No! I'm not going to do it!"
"No? Ok, it's up to you. But I hate to lose the bets. We will come out
of here and let them know who you really are. I bet they will be so
amused they will forget about the bet! Let's go."
He grabbed my elbow and pushed me to the main room. "Guys, I have some
important announcement to make."
Everybody looked at us, and I saw all the familiar faces of my friends.
I felt a lump in my throat, and my heart sank. "Don't tell them! Please
don't!" I whispered to Michael.
"What you say?" he asked me aloud.
"Please!" I continued to whisper.
"I don't understand what you are saying." He answered and turned to the
guys, "As I said, I have an important announcement."
"I will do it! I will suck them off!" I whispered in desperation, and
he smiled triumphantly.
"Olia will offer drinks and free blowjobs to everybody!"
Everybody laughed, not sure if he was serious. Oliver was still excited
about our kitchen encounter, and he was first to move. He comes to me,
took the tray from my hands, and removed my blouse and the bra. The
room becomes silent as my huge breast hangs free. Oliver squeezed my
breasts and open his fly once again.
I wasn't fighting this time. All I wanted is to get over with it. I
tightened my huge lips around his shaft and sucked as best I was able.
I used my hand to stroke base of the cock and touched his scrotum,
hoping he will come quickly. But it wasn't going to happen. Oliver
enjoyed the raid. He took one bottle of beer and started to drink as I
was sliding my head up and down his shaft. Somebody laughed, and
somebody started to take pictures.
Smartphones were taken out, flashes of light flooded my vision as
someone put his smartphone close to my face. But there was no choice,
but to keep moving my head up and down, up and down. Oliver stopped to
drink bear and took hold of my hear forcing my head to move quicker and
deeper.
"Yea! Punish the bitch, Oliver! Punish her!" I heard Michael cheered.
Oliver speeded up but wasn't able to hold for long. He growled, tensed,
moved his cock deep into my mouth, and come. His hot salty cum filled
my mouth.
As soon as my head was free, I tried to spit the cum out and rinse my
mouth with beer as best I can. I was sitting on my legs, head down, not
daring to look at anyone. I felt violated and dirty. Cum and spit were
dripping from my chin and to my naked breasts.
"Well, well. What are you guys doing here?" I heard Chloe as she
entered the room.
"We punishing the whore," Michaele responded.
"You are punishing this dirty slut with a blowjob?" she answered with a
smirk and come close to me. She pulled my hair, forcing my head up and
looked into my eyes. "Open your mouth, bitch! Get your tongue out!"
"You see what is written on her tongue ring? She loves to suck dicks,
it's nothing for her. Deepthroat her, if you want to punish her! Fuck
her throat!"
It was Michaele who was first this time. His cock was big and
uncomfortable thick. Michaele pressed his cock against my throat,
opening and pulled my hair painfully. But there was no way his big cock
was going to enter my throat. He pulled once again, and suddenly I felt
Chloe hands on the back of my head.
"One, two, three!" she screamed and pushed my head from behind.
Michaele pulled at the same time, and with a sickening pop sound, his
thick cock penetrated my throat. Immediately he pulled my hair some
more, forcing his cock all the way in, my lips touched his pubic hair.
I felt like my eyes widened like crazy, tears streaming down my face,
and my throat was on fire. My head was impaled on his thick cock, and
he was using it as a fuck toy. After a few minutes, he took his cock
all the way out, but before I was able to breathe with relief, he
forced it back again. He pressed my face to his pubic hear and
demanded: "lick my balls, bitch!" He was pressing me so hard I started
to suffocate and tried to push his hips away.
"I said, lick my balls, bitch!" he roared and pulled me even stronger.
I took my tongue out and started to lick his scrotum, hoping I'm not
going to lose my consciousness.
My stomach started to spasm, trying to vomit again, but nothing comes
as it was already empty. My throat muscles spasmed in agony, and it
made him go over the beach.
"You are good, bitch!" He roared in surprise before coming down my
throat. I started to shake, feeling his cum in my throat. I managed to
swallow part of his cum, and another big part goes out through my nose.
*****
I managed to escape to the bathroom before anyone else claimed my head.
It was Chloe who found me there.
"Take it, it will calm you down. She gave me some liquid and gulped it.
"You impressed Michaele. He wants you as his own. Of course, after the
surgery will be complete."
"Surgery? Complete?" I asked in shock, but then calmed down as familiar
calmness of the 'zombie' drug swallowed me.
"Yes, surgery," she answered smiling. "I hope you don't think you paid
your debt by just giving your head a couple of times? We have a long
way ahead of you, my dear."
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