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I guess that technically, I should say I am bi. Though, the truth of thematter is that I used to prefer women as sex partners. I liked to cross dressand that is where the trouble started. It was The CU2004Nt gaff with the setof Real Mamms false breasts that put me in my present situation.

To those uninitiated, a gaff is something to hide the penis when a man isdressed like a woman. This particular gaff was an exceptional one, it was realisticboth in how it looked and how it felt, the receptacle for the cock had an attachmentthat allowed the wearer to urinate in the identical way a female did and therewas a vagina, an opening and a receptacle another man could stick his cockin.

The breasts were originally designed for mastectomy patients and had implantsdesigned to hold them in place. I had the implants surgically put in and thebreasts were extremely realistic, if they were worn for more than an hour theygot to body temperature. They were attached extremely strong and were painfulif they were fondled.

My obsession with passing myself off as a woman, drove me to great lengths,as you can tell and that is how I found myself contemplating the ultimate actof "passing," having a man fuck me without knowing that I was another man..It was just a whim at first, but the more I thought about it, the more I wantedto try it. Dressed, I make a plain woman, but I am very short 5' 4" talland weigh a skimpy 125 pounds. So, I am petite enough, but facing facts, unlessyou are oriental, plain is the best you can do. Still, I am convincing as a "PlainJane." That I am well off financially didn't hurt and I am not in any kindof a committed relationship, so I was relatively free to start analyzing whatthe criteria would be to pull this off. First, the situation had to be thatthe "other man" needed to not want to see me again, he would need to be drunkand it would need to be some distance from where I lived. I would need to havethe whole thing video recorded for proof.

The thought intrigued me, there were several smaller towns about two daystravel by auto from where I lived, that I had no real reason to return to theplace, so they would be ideal for the location, drunk men in small towns wouldbe fairly easy to find. It was the idea of how to make sure that the "otherman" would never want to look me up. My experience as a man was that once youfound a fuckable female you wanted to keep them available, so I assumed thatother men would have a similar attitudes. That was the sticking point, so,I put the idea on the back burner for five months.

About five months after I had determined that the idea was feasible, I waswatching a television program about casual or "date rape." The woman discussingthe profile of these rapists indicated that they tended to be rough in thesex and wanted to get away from the victim after the fact. However, anothertelling fact was that often the men often injured the victim and sometimes,the victim was killed by a rapist desperate to hide the crime. The first gotme excited, but the last information cooled my ardor quickly. The rough sexwas not too intimidating, but I didn't want to pay for my whim with my death,so the idea went to the back burner again.

I kept the idea of rape as an option, but continued, frustrated that I almosthad everything I needed to pull off the ultimate cross dressed action. Aboutfourteen months later, a colleague who was aware of my cross dressing approachedme with some interesting news. He was a biomechanical engineer and he had beenworking on nerve sensor implants quite successfully. He surprised me when heannounced that he had been working on implants for artificial breasts and anartificial vagina. He had been approached by several organizations that wereinterested in adaptations of these for men. He asked me if I was willing tobe the guinea pig for the items, it meant some fairly extensive surgery onthe pectoral area to implant the sensors. The vagina was also attached by implantsbut also had a harness that attached to the penis and testes that sent signalsto nerves. I agreed and some eleven months later he was rewarded with a patentfor his work and I had pair of breasts and a vagina that approximated whata woman felt. It was exhilarating, there had been the uncomfortable issue oftrials with other men, but it was clinical and was very educational, with thesensor implants in my chest, when the false breasts were fondled, the sensationswere erotic and arousing. The vagina would drive me wild when touched and handledand I was able to orgasm when I was entered by a cock. The sensations werenew and very pleasurable.

Where I was interested in my idea before, I was becoming more frustratedat the inability to act on my desire. It had evolved into a need. I was firmthough, I was not going to place my life on the line. It had been over twoyears since I first entertained the idea of the ultimate cross dressing fantasy,the technology that I had now far outstripped the original that had allowedme to posit the idea in the first place. To compensate, I began to grow myhair longer and keep my body hair shaved. My persona softened into a more feminineone. This continued for another fifteen months, my head of hair was long andred. My daily skin care took me another step. And just after the trials, Ihad started a corset regimen that started to pay off. Do not misunderstand,I was still a "Plain Jane" just a more convincing one.

My frustration had reached a fever pitch, my forays out dressed as a womanbecame very regular, at least two or three times a week. My more frequent accessabilitya female added new situations, numerous times I caught guys copping a feelof my boobs, the problem was that it was stimulating and once while I was distracted,one stevedore managed to get his hand under my skirt and started to work hisfinger under my panties. That made me jump. I couldn't take the chance to actit out here in my home territory. The man got slapped, I tore out of the placeand when I got home and stopped breathing hard, I realized that I was hot totrot, I vowed to get someone into my panties for real. I was determined togo all the way.

I had started to leave my breasts attached when I went to bed and was wearingthe gaff under my male clothes. One night, while I was out dressed as a woman,I was drinking with a guy, who pulled me to him and kissed me and I was justdrunk enough to french kiss him back. His hands were all over me, cupping mybreasts and searching for a way to get under my skirt. Being a proper fuckingtease, I did not stop him immediately and allowed him some real liberties.I finally had to physically push him off of me and leave. When I got home andtook the gaff off, I was shocked to see the receptacle in the gaff filled withmy own cum and my cock was still rock hard. It took some quality time in theshower to remedy that.

I had crossed the line, the next day I quit my job, arranged for ID as afemale and went to a neighboring city and spent well over seven thousand dollarson clothes. I rented a place in one of the towns I had considered previously.It was far enough away that I was not known and then I moved in as a woman.I studiously avoided contact with people, as I brooded over my predicament.I still was not ready to die for the cause, but I was ready to accept morerisks. When I went out, I was using women's restrooms, not that I was interestedin exploiting the situation, women had lost some of their luster as sex partners.I had learned and practiced to wear heels and I actually owned a pair of sixinch heels and I trained myself to navigate easily in them.

I was now at an impasse, I was as much of a female as I could manage, butthe one thing I wanted was still out of reach and it was not just a fuck, Iwanted to be raped, but I wanted to be raped on my terms. I was irrationaland acting it, many of the safeguards I had envisioned were tossed aside. Iwould accept almost anything, except dying, to have my rape.

I knew that I could not do this alone, so I started looking for an accomplice.It needed to be a man. A man, who had skills in setting up surveillance camerasfor undetected recording of the event. I needed some way to assure that I wouldnot be killed. I needed a stranger, a man, that did not know my identity, buthe would know about my gender. He would put me in restraint and find men tocome and rape me. He would see that I lived through the ordeal and that myartificial genitalia was not harmed. Past that I really didn't care. I beganlooking in newspaper classifieds and yellow pages near the town I chose. Isearched for this ideal partner and after another four months it paid off,I found Vern.

Vern was a surveillance specialist used by private detectives. His expertisethere was beyond question. He also had a reputation of absolute confidentiality.He also had a severe mercenary streak. For the right amount of money he woulddo about anything, except be party to murder. He was my guy. He worked generallyfor $7,500.00 for a job, so, I was very confident he would be extremely interestedin my proposal. We agreed to meet at a club in a town near where he lived,it was quiet and intimate and very private. I did my makeup, and wore a grayskirt that reached just above my knees, taupe hose, three inch black pumpsand a white button up the back blouse that was just sheer enough to allow someoneto make out the cream colored bra I wore underneath it. I might be plain lookingas a woman but I had learned how to dress for best effect. The waist cincherthat I wore all the time in the house had begun to pay dividends with a morefemale waistline. I had sent photos, but I was concerned how I would look inperson to him.

I am sure that Vern had not known what to expect, but his eyebrows archedas I introduced myself. When we sat and were alone, he said simply, "So, areyou really a guy?"

I nodded, "Yes, I can prove it to you if I need to, but as far as you areconcerned, I might as well be a woman, because that is how I expect to be treatedin this... Umm... escapade. I am pretty sure I explained the background sufficientlyand the results I want to try to get. Now that you have had a look at me, doyou think that what I had in mind will work?"

He chuckled at that point, "Well as far as visual, you can make it work,but you are going to be touched, I am not certain if that is something thatis going to fool even some drunk guy."

I laughed back, the course that I took to develop a woman's voice addedto the charade, "That is a fair question." I quickly looked around and ascertainedthat we would not likely be seen. I slid around the booth next to him, I pulledthe blouse out from the waist of the skirt and spread my legs to allow himaccess and guided his hand to the blouse and said, "Here you go Vern, go aheadand check it out for yourself."

His eyes widened, but he didn't pause too long before he put his hand insidethe blouse and pushed it underneath the bra. "So far, so good." He murmured,then he thrust his hand up my skirt and pushed his fingers inside the leg holeof my panties. I let him work his fingers up and into the entrance for theother guys' male members I used a lube to keep the vagina moist and it feltlike the real thing. "Damn it to hell, are you sure you are a guy?"

I pulled his hand away from the gaff, less because I was afraid of beingseen, but more because of the sensual shock waves it was sending, "Quite sureand if you take me someplace much more secure and private, I will show youthe proof. So, what do you think? Will be able to fool some drunk guys intoraping me? If you think we can, how soon can we be set up?"

Vern looked at his hand and then me,"Yes, I think I want to see that proof.We will go to my office and you can show me there. Hell, yes it can be doneand I think it won't take much more than a couple of weeks. I have a placein mind, it's private and close to several bars and it's a place the policedo not keep tabs on. But before we go any further, we need to talk cash." Vernlooked at me expectantly, this was what he had been most interested in whenI contacted him.

"Yes, money. $25,000.00 when you agree, another $50,000.00 on the day ithappens. And when I come through it as agreed, alive and my cunt and tits intact,$425,000.00. I know that you checked me out, so you know I can pay it and Ihave worked it out with an attorney that you will be paid in cash. How youexplain that much cash is your problem though.." I stopped and let the thoughtof what I said sink in. This was more money than he had made totally in thelast ten years.

Vern looked at me, he had called in some favors and knew I was on the level,still the amount of money caught him off guard. Vern fell silent and I didnot try to hurry the process along. He finally drew in a sharp breath. "Ok,you are serious about this. Let me understand, I bind you up and bring menin to fuck and humiliate you and the only conditions are that you live throughit and your fake cunt and tits are not hurt? Have I got the facts straight?"

"Perfectly straight. Yes I am earnestly serious about this happening andhave been for over four years. I want to have this happen to me so bad, I cantaste it." The look on my face confirmed the fact. I was here talking a completestranger into having me raped by several men.

Vern shrugged, "Ok, you got yourself a deal." He stopped, I had never givenhim a name.

"Elizabeth, or Liz will be fine." I opened the hand bag and slid a thickmanila envelope towards him, "I would like you to count it to make sure wewere not shorted." Vern dutifully counted out the one hundred bills and noddedto me. I said, "Ok, then shall we go to your office, so I can show you thatI am really a man?"

Vern shook his head and smiled wryly. He held up the envelope and said, "Ithink I can take your word for it. I will make arrangements and call you inthree days." He walked me to the door and I leaned over and planted a kisson his cheek, leaving lipstick on it and hurried to my car. I drove home andwaited for his call anxiously.

Punctually three days later, Vern called. "Elizabeth, the thing is set forFebruary eighth and I need a few things before I give you the final details,but I just want to verify the conditions, you live through it and the fakecunt and tits are not damaged and those are the only conditions?"

"That's all correct Vern and I do not have any other conditions. You havethe first $25,000.00 and you will get another $50,000.00 on February eighth.Then when we are successfully through the "event," you will receive the other$425,000.00 by courier." The fact was I had the $50,000.00 already and allthat had to happen was that someone had to see me alive on the day I woulddesignate to the attorney and the money would be delivered, it was alreadyout of my hands, even if the tits and gaff were destroyed. I didn't mentionthat to Vern, but my foot was firmly on the path. so to speak.

"Ok Elizabeth, then, how tall are you and what is your bra size and measurements." Istalled for a moment, it was a question that I had not thought of. I saw atape and quickly put it around my hips and got the number. "Elizabeth, areyou there?" Vern asked.

"Yes Vern, I 'm here. I am five foot four inches tall. I wear a thirty sixB bra and I had to take my measurements. They are thirty six, twenty five withmy corset on, thirty five. Anything else?"

Yeah, do you have any other high heels than the ones I saw you in and whatare the tallest heels if you do."

I was somewhat baffled by the question but answered quickly, "I have severalpair of heels, the tallest are six inch heels. They are white and have an ankleand a T-strap, if that makes a difference." I waited hoping he would tell mewhy he was asking."

"No, I am sure the shoes will not be problem. Ok, I will call you on thefourth of February with the details." He didn't wait for a reply and hung up.I was mystified and not just a little curious about the questions, but I wasnot about to upset the apple cart with my goal so near. I started to thoroughlyworking on my skin all over my body, carefully planning my body hair schedule,to make sure of a smooth body with the exception of my head and pubic hair.I practiced my voice, not sure whether I would need to speak or not. The daysseemed to crawl by. On the third of February, a package came. I opened it andfound a strapless evening gown. It obviously had been tailored because whenI slipped out of my bra forced myself into my corset and put it on it was aperfect fit. I was terribly excited, the dress was something that was out ofthe reach of most traditional cross dressers, but then I was hardly traditional.There also was a bra and panty set very red, I was confused, the dress requiredthat I not wear a bra and then I found a garter belt and white stockings andwhite silk panties. The last thing in the package was a DVD with a note: "donot play until I call, Vern." I was mystified, but all I could do was waitfor Vern to call.

Vern was punctual as always and around noon on the fourth he called, "Elizabeth,it is all arranged, did you get the package?"

I answered, "Yes, damn it Vern and the suspense is killing me."

He laughed, "Sorry it couldn't be helped. Do you have DVD up and ready?" Ianswered that I had. "Ok, then play it and I will describe the place to you.First you will see that it is a barn. It is not far from a town that is a gooddistance from where you live and is actually in another state. Now the imagesare going to go through their sequence. You will notice that all cameras havea good angle and there are far shots mid range shots and close ups. There isquite literally no part of you that is not seen by at least three cameras.They are digital and high quality and are all on 48 hour recorders and caneasily be transferred to DVD. There is nothing that is going to happen to youthat will not be seen. The thing in the middle of everything is where you willbe attached to and I assure you, it is not possible to resist the men, theywill do what they want to you. You will be fastened to the equipment and notbe able to protect your body at all. You will be totally helpless. I have nodoubt that the men will become rough and not gentle." The images ran out. Myheart was pounding, there was no turning back. I wanted to be there now, notin three days. "Now that you have seen it, and know the score, do still wantto go through with it?"

"Oh, yes Vern, I really do."

"Good then there is the matter of transporting you there. You are not goingto know where it is. You are going to be delivered there by a truck in a box.There is going to be a real element of kidnaping and rape in the scenario.Once it starts there will be no way to stop it. So I want to be very clear,do you still want to do this?"

"In a box? How is that going to happen? Will I be tied up in the box?" Iwas now feeling a real excitement, it was really happening, I was going tobe raped by men and if I had done everything right they would not know theyhad fucked another man. This was what I had been waiting to do for almost 5years. The box only made me want to start more.

"Yes, you will be trussed up and stuck in a box and delivered to the barn,you will have no idea where you will be and it will be very constricting. Isee that you want to proceed, so this is how it will happen. You will takea taxi to 1821 Sunnyville Road to meet me and give me the money, then I willdrive you to a point about 3 blocks from a warehouse and you will walk to theplace you will wear the red bra and panty set with what ever other clothingyou choose to wear. You will take the other clothing, the dress and under things,as well as your 6" high heels, the white ones, with you when you leaveyour place and you will not return home for quite a while. Oh, just make sureyou need to pee when you get there, because you are going to give the guysat the warehouse a show, I have the ladies restroom wired with cameras, thereis one that looks down on the first toilet and one in back of a two way mirror.You will dress in the evening gown, garter belt, white stockings, your 6" highheels and the white silk panties. Then you will go to where they direct youand they will tie you up and put you in the box. Then you will be shipped tothe barn. When I show up at the barn, I will take you out of the box and setyou up for your rapes. Then, I will start collecting men, the story I willtell them is that I was hired by your husband to humiliate and punish you forhaving an affair. I will tell them they can do what they want, but he wantsyour cunt and tits to be unmarked. At that point, you are at the mercy of whoeverI bring. When the last one is done. I will take you off the thing and prepareyou to be delivered back to the warehouse, stuffed in the box again. They willuntie you and let you go. Then you can do whatever you need to send the restof the money. That is how it will go. Is that going to work for you?"

I was ecstatic, it was really happening and I was just a few days away fromit, "Yes Vern, it is going to work just fine for me. What time on the eighthare we to meet?"

"7 am at Sunnyville Road, you will see me and then it starts. I'll see youthen."

I said, "At 7 am then." I was beside myself, it was going to happen. I wentout that night and had a few drinks to celebrate. I even let some lout buyme a drink and cop a feel of one of my tits, I was in a good mood. I did notstay out too late though, I had some things to attend to and I did not wantto be rushing things at the last minute. I contacted the attorney to finalizethe last payment and I stated that I would just call his office to confirmon the seventh. I had my hair done and got a facial. Just for fun, I boughta red skirt, blouse, red pantyhose and red heels that matched the red underwearI was to wear to the warehouse.

On the seventh, I made the last arrangement for the witness to see thatI was alive, so the money would be delivered. Then, I laid out everything thatI would need. I carefully trimmed my pubic hair into a neat patch of red hair.Then I spent the rest of the night moisturizing and plucking stray hairs. Onthe morning of the eighth, I got up bathed and shaved for the last time. Ihad two large glasses of milk, because I knew that I would need to piss whenI got to wherever it was I was going. As I looked myself over in the mirror,I felt confident that this was going to be successful. I called a taxi andset out for Sunnyville Road. I arrived at 6:59am and saw Vern waiting in acar. I paid the cab off and walked to Vern's car and got in.

He said simply, "Last chance to back out, Elizabeth."

I replied quickly, "Not a chance. Let's go." Then I handed him the envelopewith the $50,000.00.

Vern drove for almost 40 minutes and then pulled up in an industrial area., "Straightdown this road about 3 blocks there is DVG Warehouse and Transport. Go in theretell them you are there for job 168549 and hand them this ticket. They knowwhat is going on. Ask them where you can go to change and they will send youto the ladies room. I told you that there are cameras, so you will start thewhole ball of wax while they watch you pee and get dressed. Take your timeand give them a good show, they think you are a woman and they will enjoy itand I thought that you would get a kick out of fooling them first. After youhave the black dress and the other stuff on, come out to the counter and tellthem that you are ready. They will direct you where to go and then it startsin earnest. I won't see you again until I take you out of the box. Ready?"

I just nodded and said, "Thanks Vern. I will see you later." I got out ofthe car with a sack with the rape wear and started to walk in the directionof the warehouse. Almost from the first step there were cat calls an whistles,I was on display and I felt a burn start on my face, but on another level Iwas enjoying it. That I was the object of their lust made me feel good. Theneed to pee began to start up as I walked and by the time I arrived at DVGI felt like I needed to go badly. I walked through the double doors and tothe receptionists counter. I told the guy sitting there, "Hi I am here aboutDelivery 168549 and here is the ticket." The man looked me over carefully andnodded. "I need to use the restroom and change, where should I go?" He pointedme to a sign that said "Ladies Room"

I thanked him and walked deliberately, but quickly down the hall to theroom. I dropped the change of clothes on the vanity seat and hurried to thefirst stall. As I got in I quickly turned and hiked my skirt up around my hipsand pulled down the panties and pantyhose and sat spread legged on the toiletand let lose with the piss. The gaff made the flow look just like a woman'sand I was pleased that I had an audience for the piss. After I was done I carefullywiped myself with toilet paper and redressed. As I stepped to the seat withthe clothes, I began to get very giddy and excited, it had started and I washere. I slipped out of my heels and pulled down the pantyhose and panties anddropped them in a pile on the floor. Then I took the pullover blouse and drewit over my head. I unzipped the red skirt and let it drop to my ankles as well,showing me naked from the waist down wearing only my black waist cinching corsetand the red bra. Just for fun, I fumbled just a little with the bra clasp andthen pulled it off my shoulders and dropped it onto the pile of clothing onthe floor. I took a moment to heft the breasts and admire myself in the mirror,knowing full well that there were some men watching the whole thing. I startedwith the garter belt and put it on, I had practiced for quite a while to doit smoothly, once it was on, I had an idea and took the stocking and startedto put it on with my back to the mirror, I bent over to start the stockingon my toe and of course the opening in the gaff was displayed sightly spread,I took my time smoothing the stocking on the leg and then repeated it for thesecond leg. Then just for good measure I put the heels on next again with thecunt clearly displayed for the camera. Then I put on the white silk panties.I took a moment to admire the view in the mirror, the combination of the narrowwaisted corset and the other lingerie was spectacular, but now I was anxiousto get to the barn, so, I wiggled and pulled the evening gown on. I adjustedmy tits in the cups and took a moment to check to see the seams of the whitestockings were straight. I gathered the pile of clothes on the floor and shovedthem into the bag I brought, also in there was a small handbag with some moneyfor a cab.

I took a last look in the mirror and was satisfied and walked out of theladies room and to the counter, the guy that had been there was just returningto the counter and I had a pretty good idea from where, because he took a goodlook at me this time. No doubt he thought something like, "The face is uglybut damn, I wouldn't kick her out of bed. At least until I finished fuckingher." He didn't really say anything of course. I approached him and put thebag of clothes on the counter and asked him, "Can I leave this here for safekeeping?"

He answered speaking for the first time, "Sure Lady, no problem."

I asked the next question, "Where do I need to go to be "packaged?" I feltlike my heart was in my throat, I could have ran at any point up to now, infact, I still could, but I wanted this more than anything, so, I just stoodwaiting for instructions.

Then he grinned, "Just go through the door marked packing and they willtell you what to do from there." I walked quickly to the door marked "Packing" andpushed it open then walked in. The man standing in the room was at least 70years old and looked quite calm. "You are the one that is going to take careof shipping me?" He nodded. "What should I do? Put my hands behind me?"

"No, lady, not yet. We start at the bottom and work our way up, if you willraise the bottom of your dress away from your shoes and stand with your feettogether please." I did as I was told and he quickly ran 3 coils around theinstep of my shoes and then wrapped the rope around the coils tightening them,then he tied it off. I was effectively hobbled the only way to move would beto hop. The rope was soft and smooth and had some give, but I was not givenmuch time to consider it. He spoke clipped, "Now show your ankles.' I raisedthe dress a little higher and he went to work again with 3 coils and threadingit through the legs to tighten the coils. He was very quick with the ties andspoke tersely, "Show your knees now." Tired with the inching up, I hoistedthe dress up showing not only the knees but the tops of the stockings and thecrotch of my panties. If he noticed, he made no indication that had. He tiedme off with coils above the knees, then below the knees. My legs were useless.

"Ok, you can let the dress down." He wasn't going to be chatty, so, I waitedlike a good little girl for his instructions. "Now put you hands behind yourback and put your hands together with the backs of your hands touching eachother." I did as I was told and faster than I could react, he had me tied andto boot I wasn't able to attack those knots with my hands. I was very thoroughlytrussed, but he wasn't done. He coiled loops of ropes around just above myelbows and cinched them tight and I felt a strain at my shoulders and the onlyway to reduce it was to thrust my chest out. Then, he went to the table forsomething and then stepped in front of me and said, "Open your mouth." It wasthen I saw what was in his hands it was a gag, the plug of which was shapedlike a penis. I was too far along and he could force it in anyway, so, I openedmy mouth and he slid it in then pulled my hair up and fastened it tightly againstthe back of my neck. I was very effectively silenced. Finally, he showed mea black leather blindfold and I lost all reference, as all I could see wasblack when he put it on me. I was totally helpless.

I heard something heavy being dragged next to me. Then he spoke again. "Oklady this can be easy or hard, it's up to you. When we pick you up, if youbend your knees up we can get this done, if you want to fight it, we will getyou in it anyway. Ok, get her up and above the box." I felt someone grasp mearound the waist and lift me off my feet. I contemplated struggling, but decidednot to fight and folded my legs up. I was set down on my knees inside the containerand then I felt pressure of someone pushing on my back and another pushingon the back of my neck and soon I was pressed down my face on my knees andthen I felt the lid close down against my hands and arms then I heard a loudsnap. And then nothing. I was very tightly confined. I could barely move. Then,I felt the box being lifted and I was moving, I could not make out which directionand I knew that I was hopelessly lost until someone took me out of the box.And that would be Vern. There was absolutely nothing I could do, I was potentlytrapped. Then I felt the box slide and then abruptly stop and then no movementand I realized that I had just been loaded on the truck. Then there was a thumpto one side of me and then another on the opposite side then one above me,then it occurred to me that there would be other deliveries and I panickedfor a moment, but realized that this was all happening on schedule and I relaxed,there was nothing I could do anyway, pressed in the box. So I settled in andwaited. The trip likely started around 9 or 9:30 am after I was loaded I wasglad that the only thing I had that morning was the milk. Unfortunately, Iwas getting thirsty, but at least I didn't need to pee. The cramped positionwas extremely uncomfortable and my corset didn't help. But as before therewas nothing I had any control over at this point so, I just rode along so muchfreight.

After what seemed like an eternity, I felt my box being slid and the heftedand then rather unceremoniously dropped. Then there was silence. Excitementovercame the discomfort, I realized I was at the barn. This was the place whereall my effort was about to culminate. I had to wait for Vern, but that wasjust another step. Suddenly, the pressure released from my hands and arms asthe lid on the box was opened. For a moment, I was frightened, what if it wasn'tVern? I was relieved to hear his familiar voice.

"Well, Elizabeth, I see you made it. Let's get you stood up and out of thebox shall we?" I felt arms around my waist again and he lifted me up and Iheard the lid slam shut and he sat me on my erstwhile prison. "Ok, let's getthe blindfold off and I will explain the situation again and then get you ready." Iwinced as the leather came off my eyes, and I had trouble focusing for a moment,then gradually my vision cleared and I was looking at for lack of a betterword a platform. I tilted my head for another angle and then Vern spoke again, "Yes,that is where you are going to be while the guys are having their way withyou. When you are attached to it there will be nothing you can do to stop them.You have been traveling for 8 hours and you left about 9:10 am it's now 5:15pm. The first thing we need to do is get some liquid into you and then haveyou take a piss. So, let me get the gag out." Vern unbuckled the gag and pulledit out. He let me work my jaw for a moment then held a container of liquidwith a straw up to my mouth, I took a sip and almost gagged.

"Yeah, it tastes awful but it will quickly rehydrate you and that is whatyou need against what is coming up, after you finish that there will be bettertasting things to drink and then a trip to relieve yourself. After that, itwill be time to strap you onto your throne here."

I forced myself to finish the offending liquid and felt quite a bit morealert, then there was a fruit drink that cleared the foul taste, then anotherthat was decidedly salty. I finished them all, then he untied my legs, helpedme stand and walked me to a corner and then pulled up my dress and then pulledthe panties down around my ankles, "Ok Elizabeth, you need to squat down, Iwill help you keep you clothes clean, but you are going to need to piss now." Hewas right, I felt the urge come on like a tidal wave. No sooner than I hadgotten into a squatting position and he held me slightly forward, when I hadto let everything gush out. It was almost comedic, I think I was peeing therefor almost 5 minutes. Finally, I felt the pressure ease and then stop. I wasa little embarrassed at the episode, there was a huge puddle that Vern helpedme step over and he quickly buried it under some straw.

He walked me back to the platform. My arms were still tied behind me andVern made no effort to undo them, so, I waited for his instructions.

"Now Elizabeth, I need you to climb up on the two parallel boards with theholes drilled in them." With some effort I managed to kneel on the boards withmy thighs against vertical boards. I felt something like rounded bars pressagainst the back of my thigh about 6 inches down from the gaff's fucking hole,after about a minute of fidgeting, I heard a whirring sound and my leg waspulled tightly against the vertical board in front of me. Quickly, he duplicatedthe same on my other thigh. He was not kidding when he said attached, in all,he used 14 U-bolts to fasten me to his platform, the last two went across theback of the arches of my high heels, holding me with pointed toes, in someobscene ballet pose.

Then, he was behind me lifting the hem of the dress over my back. "Not toworry Elizabeth, I just need to see as I set the angle." Suddenly, I felt mylegs separate as the boards swung apart. Wider and wider and I felt the stretchat my crotch, finally, it stopped, it was uncomfortable, but I realized thatat this point the victim's comfort was not an issue, so, I said nothing. Iwas resolute in my determination to go forward with the rape..

"Ok, I need to do your arms next". First, he undid the wrist tie and replacedit with a pair of handcuffs, once again forcing the palms out, the cuffs wereon tight but did not cut off circulation. Next, he undid the elbow ties andthen he took the longer of the two ropes and laid it around the back of myneck, then, he threaded the two ends underneath my arms and lay the ends overthe short chain of the handcuffs, now he threaded the ends between the wristand back up where the rope was on the back of my neck. He threaded it throughthe rope again and started to pull the rope down. As he did, my wrists traveledtowards my neck. He kept pulling until my wrists rested in the small of myback. Then he tied off the rope and took the other length and proceeded tocinch and wrap until there was no chance of the hands getting loose. He tookhold of an elbow and said, "Nice handles huh. But we are going to make a couplemore." He proceeded to use some rubber bands to fashion my long red hair intotwo pony tails.

Finally, he said, "Open up Elizabeth." He produced a instrument that dentistsused to hold mouths open during surgery, They were held open with ratchets,I suppose I could of fought but he was strong and would have done it anyway,so I opened my mouth and parted my teeth. There were two channels designedto seat the front teeth on the lower and upper jaw. Vern seated the channelsand started to spread the jaws until there was a definite strain on the jaw.The tension ensured that the mouth was forced open until it was released. Ididn't expect that was going to happen very soon.

Vern looked over his handiwork and seemed happy with himself.

"Ok Elizabeth, you're done, from here on out you are going to be calledslut, whore, bitch and other things that I don't have time to list. You aregoing to face fucked and be ridden. You are going to be screwed, penetrated,humped and pumped. And all against your will. In short, you are about to beraped. But, not just by 6 guys like I am sure you thought, but by at least60. So you are going to be here awhile. I guarantee, that it is not going tobe like anything you fantasized, it is not going to be sexy, it is going tobe frightening and when it is over you are going to feel cheap and less thana human being. Remember that you asked for this and you had many chances toback out. So, I don't feel sorry for you at all. Right now the restraint iswearing at you and that will continue, but it will be multiplied by whateverthe men I bring are going to do to you. By the time this is over, you may justwish that you were dead. You better take the chance to rest while you can,because about 20 minutes after I leave the first ones are going to show upand it won't stop until I decide it's over and I am going to make sure youget your money's worth."

Vern laughed quietly and walked past me towards the door, he had placedme back to the door of the barn, so if the men chose to, I would not even seethem, they could walk up and enter me, then leave without ever showing theirface to me that night. I heard a door slam and a truck start up and drive away.

So, there I sat helpless and a platoon of men were about to invade my bodyand I had pushed, asked, even pleaded for it to happen, and now that I hadgotten here, I was terrified. The realization of what I had done to myself,began to sink in, I had put myself in a position that women feared and I cameto grips with the truth, playing at being a woman gave you no insight as tohow to live as a woman.

Vern's words were designed to make certain there would be no peace and itworked. I began to struggle, but I was too well restrained There was not anythingI could do, but try to live through it.

The 20 minutes passed quickly in my reverie, I heard a truck drive up andtwo doors open and shut and then I heard the voices, the wait was over.

"So it's true, there's the slut and she is trussed up like there's no tomorrow.This is going to be fun." The pair of men walked into view, they were roughsort of men, probably farmers and I could smell cheap beer on them even atthe distance they were right now. "So, you're the bitch that can't keep hercunt where it belongs, well we have ways of educatin' hussies around here." Thespeaker walked out of my vision. The other man said nothing and just staredat me.

Suddenly, I was pushed forward, I lost balance and was bent at the waiststaring at the floor of the platform. I heard the speaker say, "Hold her downboy, while I get to her asshole. Hell, if I'm lucky, she's a virgin there.Then when I am in, go ahead and face fuck her and shoot your whole load ofseed in her mouth, then make her swallow every drop."

Those words spoke horror into my heart, he was going to rape my anus! Istruggled to pull myself up to fight the coming invasion. This wasn't whatI had imagined at all. I might as well saved my energy, because a second pairof rough, calloused hands pushed me down again, as the first pair pulled thehem of the dress up to reveal my skimpy under things. "Hey, she has one ofthose corset thingies, she even dresses like a whore."

I was totally in their control and no amount of squirming was going to stopwhat was about to happen. They were casually talking to each other like I didn'thear or understand. I heard a new voice, the second man spoke for the firsttime, "Ya goin to do her ass? You got no Vaseline." That only made me strainharder, but that was no match to the brutes' strength. I think even if I wasn'tbound up so well, I would lose the fight to these two. The first speaker answered, "Hell,she don't deserve no comfort, but since you are so partial to the lady, I willlube her up with my spit."

With that the silk panties were pulled down stretching as the they went.The jerk only pulled them far enough down so they cut into my legs. Then, Ifelt his finger start to probe my anus. "Yep. we got us a real virgin assholehere."

He started to push the digit in passed the sphincter. I tried to scream,but the sound that came out was laughable. His finger entered and I felt grosslyviolated, I knew now what rape was all about and it wasn't just an annoyancethat had to be allowed to facilitate my whim. It was a painful abuse that onecould only hope to survive.

The finger worked in and then out a few times more and then the second fingerwas at the hole pushing at it trying to enter. As it penetrated, I sobbed andthe man laughed, there was real enjoyment at my plight. He was working thetwo digits now and the anus was stretched and he said, "God, she is sooo tight,Ok, I stroked myself into a rock. Hold her down while I poke it in her."

The two brutal hands held my bare shoulders, as the other pulled the fingersout and wiped them on my buttocks. I attempted to scream again as I felt thehead of his cock press against the hole. He used two hands to spread the cheeksopen and slowly pushed it forward. The preparation had loosened the sphincterenough so the head began to penetrate. Then he clamped on to the side of myhips to hold me still and forced his cock in. It felt like it was being burned,the pain was more intense than I could have ever imagined and still the rodpushed in further. "Ok, she ain't gonna come out now, have at her mouth."

The hands that held me down now had new tasks, one grabbed the two ponytails and lifted me up and the other caught my chin and pulled my face up.The man had undid his coveralls and dropped them and his cock stood out readyto do its work.

It was funny, as I considered the ordeal later, as a man I had never consideredsize, faced with the obvious next thing that was going to happen, the cocklooked huge, but it was average at best. The dental device held the mouth gapingopen and he thrust it in. It almost filled the mouth and the long vein runningalong the underside of it was rubbing against my bottom set of teeth. It wascausing him to grow harder and his stroking picked up speed.

I was a sight impaled at opposite ends my body full of their manhood andme nothing more than the convenient holes for their desire. The cock in myass began to expand and I felt something warm shoot in the anal cavity andthe penis began to soften and he pulled it out. Moments later, the cock inmy mouth began to squirt the bitter tasting fluid, he kept thrusting and said, "Ifyou know what's good for you, don't spill a drop, bitch."

The threat was clear and I was cowed. I kept the foul stuff in my mouthas he finished and pulled out he pulled my head up higher to see the whitesemen pooled in my mouth.

"Ok, you cock sucking whore swallow it or I swear I beat you senseless.I won't touch your tits or cunt, but I will leave you black and blue everyplaceelse." I was convinced, I couldn't close my mouth. So, I used my tongue towork it to the back of my throat and gulped it the best I could.

Finally, I heard the first voice say, "Let me get in front of her. Hey bitch,if you don't want my friend to beat you into a pulp, you best clean up my cock."

He pulled my head up to see the cock, it was foul, covered with my shitand his cum, but I was defenseless and I complied, I licked the flaccid cockwith my tongue cleaning the grotesque pudding off his member.

When he was satisfied, let my head drop, I was exhausted and spent and thiswas only the first. I heard the second voice say, "Ok our fifteen minutes areup and I hear the next guys coming in, let's go."

I realized that what seemed to take hours had been done in less than a quarterhour.

There were greetings exchanged as the next set approached, they didn't eventalk to me. A voice said, "Ok let's fuck her quick, I want to get back to drinking."

The next pair were less engaged. The man in front of me grasp my ears andpulled my open mouth in line with his cock and start humping my face, his cockwas long enough that occasionally he it the back of my mouth near the throatand I gagged. His partner, the speaker, wasted no time, the dress was alreadyup and the panties were no roadblock, so he took his semisoft pens and pushedit into my gaffs wired love hole. The difference was startling, the cock asit hardened started to cause my own to respond, for the first time all day,I felt some pleasure, but it was short lived, the bastard was faster than athoroughbred. He shuddered and I felt him pull out, I had barely had time tostart enjoying the feeling. Worse yet, the lingering effects cried out forclosure, but feeling died as the man pulled out, allowing his semen to dripon my thighs.

Finally, the cock in my mouth pumped the foul tasting fluid into my mouthagain, however, all that happened was he pulled out and the cum poured outas my head dropped. The second team took only about 10 minutes, but there wasno rest. The next team was on their way in.

My one observation, after the fact, was that the majority of the men thatraped me were uninspired. Most called me names and slapped me around, thensodomized me or face fucked me or just pounded my pussy. Some pairs want thesame hole and took turns, some wanted to start one hole and finish in another,one pair decided to take me up the asshole and in the pussy at the same time.

Most of the rapes in the cunt were maybe 6 or 7 minutes in length and Ihave learned that I needed at least 12 to 15 minutes to build to an orgasm.All the thrusting did, was to build me up and then deny me any relief. Butas I was saying, most of the men that night didn't do anything more than insultme and then shoot their load.

But there were exceptions In all there were 32 rapes of me that night, ifyou count them in pairs. If you counted the individuals there were 65 men anda dog. Yes, there was a dog, you might be surprised that the dog was a recipientof a blow job not a fuck, that pair of men wanted to take turns on my asshole,but they had bonus for me.

That experience was very interesting, the dog was a huge Great Dane, Vernevidently had planned for this type of situation, if not this specific one.I was lifted up and board was slid across two supports the board went frommy navel to just under my tits. I was fairly weak from about the fourth pairon and not able to resist, so I did not have the strength to lift up and Ijust lay there. Strangely enough. it was about half way through and no onehad uncovered my tits to that point, only my shoulders and neck was bare becausethe dress was strapless.

The move to set me up on the board was a surprise, it was a relief not tohave to support my body myself, it seemed like someone had taken pity on me,I found out otherwise. I heard the bark just before the dog was brought upto me. It was a deep, loud, mean bark and I jumped.

The man holding his chain laughed and said, "See Jake, I promised you abitch and here she is." I was so fatigued, that as terrified as I was, I couldonly moan. One of the men walked behind me and grasp my two red ponytails andpulled back forcing me to face Jake, the other man let the chain slacken andthe dog came up and started to lick my should and neck and then started tonose into the right cup of the dress and finally succeeded in freeing my titand then he started to licking it and seemed to enjoy his new plaything, theerotic sensors on my artificial tits started to pushing me to moan and groan,I was obviously aroused, I tried to fend it off but it was hardwired and thesloppy tongue was doing its job in spades.

The man with the chain said, "Fuck Jake, I think the bitch is in heat." Thenthat cruel laugh again. After the dog tired of the tit, he worked his way overand found my open mouth and the large tongue thrust in to the most ghastlyfrench kiss there could be and I was helpless to stop it.

I was so engrossed in what the dog was doing that I was surprised when theman behind me thrust in to my anus, I noticed it though, because the man'sgirth was wider by half than what had been in there before.

At that precise moment Jake's tongue thrust into the back of my mouth andthroat and I gagged, to the delight of my tormentors.

"OK, Jake time for your face fuck." He lifted the dog's paws up and placedthen squarely on my back. The nails on the dog's paws began to cut into myback. All I could do was sob, the dogs' weight was more than enough to trapme. The dog's penis was perfectly in line with my mouth and the dog's keeperbegan to massage and stroke it until the tip appeared and the shaft momentslater. Then he pushed the dog forward and his cock into my mouth and the damneddog felt the soft tissue of the inside of my mouth and began to hump, the cockgrowing inside.

This had taken more than fifteen minutes because the bastard in my ass hadfinished and stepped off the platform. And I heard, "Sorry, we are taking toolong." and an answer, "No problem, I wouldn't miss this for the world. Youwant me to hold the dog while you have your go at her?"

The guy said sure and walked around to poke me in the ass, but my attentionwas on the dogs cock as it grew in my mouth. I waited for the dog to shoothis sperm, but I was not familiar with dogs and was shocked when the cock seemedto grow and turn on itself forming a knot bigger around than the space betweenmy teeth. The knot was filling my mouth and my protestations were buried inthe new gag in my face. Without warning the dog's sperm was coursing into mymouth and down my throat. I had no choice but swallow it or choke to death.

Then came the next surprise, the dog's cock stayed hard and firmly wedgedin my mouth as Jake continued to hump, about 5 minutes later, the Great Daneshot another load in my mouth and still the knot was in place, after aboutanother 10 minutes the next ejaculation occurred.

The dog's master leaned over and said, "Cunt, the dog can stay hard forhours, so we are going to let him fuck your mouth until somebody else wantsit."

At this point my spirit was broken and I was totally humiliated, it occurredto me that Vern was right, I was beginning to think death would be a welcomerelief. I was Jake's bitch, an animal's property. I was demeaned beyond anything I ever could have dreamt. His massive knotted dog cock was locked inmy mouth as long as they wanted him in there and all the jerks seemed happyto have him fucking my mouth.

My other holes were being used and I was not even paying much heed to whatwas happening behind me until a particularly mean bastard come up with a newtorture. I was on my second hour attached to Jake's dong and taking his randomsperm presents, when I heard, "Hey he said the tits and cunt had to be leftalone, but he say anything about her asshole?"

Suddenly, Jake's cock was secondary. The bastard behind me had my full attention.For all the good it did. The man had a cigar and sucked on it until the tipwas glowing brightly and then he touched to my butt. I jumped as much as myrestraints allowed. That was a mistake, it told the sadist that it had thedesired effect. If he had simply contained the burns to the buttocks, I donot think I would have paid much more attention, but the torture was worse.

The man sucked on the cigar hard, driving to its maximum heat, while hespread my ass cheeks with his other hand. Then he pressed the hot tip to therim of my anus.

I fainted for the first time in the ordeal, it was only for a few minutes,but when I awoke it was only about a minute before Jake filled my throat withjism again.

The sadist was waiting to see me come conscious again and this time beganpuffing again to prepare for the next touch, but this time as he stoked thetip of the cigar, he forced four fingers into my ass and spread the sphincteropen, I tried to squirm but I was held in place and I lacked much strengthto resist. Fixed in my mouth, I waited for what I knew was coming. He loweredthe hot tip inside and let the sphincter snap shut on the tip.

The pain is beyond description, I wanted to scream but Jake blocked anyattempt at that, finally, I just sobbed., I just wanted it to be over, I didn'tcare what happened any more.

Jake had started on me around 10:30 and then he pumped my mouth full ofsperm until around 12:45 just after midnight The cigar incident happened atmidnight. When Jake had finally been pulled out of my mouth, I had been abusednon-stop for almost 6.5 hours.

The next hour was a blur. I was broken and exhausted and had given up onmyself. I began to think about what Vern had said, I deserved just what I got,I had forced the issue. Vern would have an excellent case that it wasn't rape,because it was pretty much what I had described that I wanted.

I knew better, I had been forced against my will, even though I had placedmyself in the situation to guarantee that it would happen, I had wanted tocall it off, I just was too late. All in all, I was pretty stupid and actedlike slut and a whore.

All that being said, Vern saved the best for last, it was 2:00 am and Iwas thinking that at least, it had all been physical, the barbs and names hadnot hit any target. To this point the rapists had come in pairs and with theexception of Jake and the guy with the cigar, I had handled most of it prettywell. It was the next four that turned it around, they demolished me and theydidn't do anything very perversely sexual to me.

Visually, I was a mess, my stockings were torn up, my back was bleedingand gouged by the Great Dane's claws. My make up was smeared and mussed, Iwas burned by cigarettes on my back and my ass, and of course my asshole wasgoing to require medical attention, but I was proud that I still maintainedmy femaleness in the face of all this.

I had made the mistake of equating the abuse of rape with sex and beauty.That was about to crash as well. The four came in together, that put me onalert, it was different, they were all young, playboys, no doubt. They walkedaround me studying my body carefully, there was no cat call or name calling,in fact, like some before them did not even act like they knew I could hearthem.

"Geez, I hear that she sucked a dog's cock dry for 2 hours."

"Yah, and I heard that she cried when they took him away." There was laughter.

"Well guys I guess we better learn to fuck like dogs if that is what womenwant."

"What? No, we don't, look at her, Obviously, the dog was just doing a mercyfuck."

"Hell, I don't know, If I had a wife that did that, I at least would filmit to sell on the internet." There was another round of laughter.

"Well, if she can handle 60 fucks in a night, he could at least whore herout in a brothel."

"Hell no, look at that fucking ugly face, she would have to be a streetwalker."

They continued to circle me. I became uncomfortable, they spoke to eachother, not to me. The insults were delivered easily and not forced. I wantedthem to fuck me or make me do a blow job or something, but they continued towalk and talk to each other.

"I suppose we should do something to her, after all, she fucked around onher husband and that is why we are here."

"Shit, you really want to stick your dick in any of those holes?"

"You have a point, but there ought to be something we can do to her. I meanfuck, the slut can't do anything to stop us and I think I want to do somethingdirty to her." There was a murmur of agreement.

And still they walked around her. They had to be able to see me making eyecontact with each one of them, but nothing from them at all. They were ignoringme, they could care less about me, like all the rest, but the attitude andthe behavior was much more demeaning. I wanted to scream, "Fuck me, damn it,everyone else has. You do not have the right not to rape me." But anythingI said was unintelligible. I was irrational, I wanted to get this over andthey seemed to not want to do anything, but make me wait. It seemed like hours,though it was only 10 minutes. They of course knew it was bothering me andthey played it out, for another 20 minutes, they circled me, saying nothing.

They knew what it was doing to me, but they were waiting for moment whenthey had totally broke me. They were enjoying the torment, they knew I wantednothing more than this whole thing to be over and they were holding me fromthat, my limited actions went from frenetic to anger, to rage. I wanted tohit them, kick them, stab them, kill them and then it buried me. I realizedI was powerless. There was nothing I could do to them. They made it abundantlyclear that I did not have anything they really wanted, I was just a fuckingpiece of shit. I began to sob, not from physical pain. I came to think thatI was so worthless, I was not even worth killing. The sobbing continued andtears streamed down my face. I would do anything they wanted for them to justend their little game and I did not have anything worth trading for my release.I was totally conquered.

That had been the moment they had been waiting to see. They grinned at eachother. I would have agreed to become Jake's kennel mate if that was what theyasked and been happy to do it. They were not going to ask that, in fact, whatthey did was only perfunctory rape, it was still against my will, but not resisted..They were obviously familiar with the contraption I was on, because they quicklyaltered its configuration. They detached the four thigh bolts and then unzippedthe back of my dress and pulled the top down releasing my left tit. Then theypushed me on my back, then one at a time they straddled me and began to usethe cleavage between the breasts as a handy fuck hole. As each one came tothe point of cumming on me, they unmounted me and finished, first in my hair,then on my face and if they went long enough, in my ear. Two managed to finishin my ears. After they were done each one grinned at me and left me there onmy back. I was too drained to move, I waited to hear their vehicles start up,but I didn't, instead a door opened and shut and moments later, Vern stoodover me.

"Well, Elizabeth, or whatever the hell you real name is. Congratulations,64 men are convinced they just fucked... raped a woman. Judging by the stateyou are in, they did it in spades to you. But the last four I watched, theyreally did it to you, they broke you, they owned you, they degraded you, that'swhat got them off. That's what rape is all about, power, not sex and 64 menhad absolute power over you to do what they wanted, they were only restrictedby what I told them, not what you did. That was really what it was. You havebeen abused now for over 8 hours, but those four are not quite done with youyet, they are waiting outside having a beer. You haven't had your last rapethough. Like I said 64 men think they just raped a woman, but number 65 knowsthe truth. Number 65 knows he is raping a man."

My eyes widened, I knew exactly what he meant and I knew who number 65 was.I began to squirm with new found energy. This was ultimately the worst thingthat was going to happen, everything else I could deal with, but not this,Vern was about to rob me of my prize, I tried to find anyway to wiggle free,but I had put myself too far into the trap. Vern was going to rape me on cameraand have me pay $425,000.00 to do it. And I knew the hell of it was he wasgoing to fuck me to an orgasm for the only time tonight or this morning. Hewatched my face as I digested it, finally my eyes surrendered. He smiled triumphant.

"Ok then the last bit and then I will get you ready to ship. I am goingto rape you in your mouth and your cunt until you orgasm. Then we are goingoutside, where it is by the way about 10 degrees. You are going to kneel ina snowbank and be a urinal for the 5 of us. You are going to swallow all ofour piss and then you are going to get up and walk into the headlights of theircars and you are going to squat and pee for us. Then, I will send them awayand I will get you in here to warm up. When I decide you are warm enough, Iwill put you back in the box and ship you back We'll talk a little more laterbitch, but for now, it's my turn."

He walked to where he could grab my ponytails and pulled me on my back Hedidn't stick his cock in my mouth right away, first he started to fondle mytits. Immediately, the sensors started to do their job, I began to moan andmy breath began to speed up. He continued and for the first time, I began toreact to a man's touch, but I didn't want this, he knew I was a man, I wantedto just shut it off. But I couldn't. Then, he pushed his penis into the openmouth, for a moment or two he continued to fondle my breasts stoking the desirefor the penis to reach my cunt. But the bastard knew what he was doing. Hestopped working the tits and started to push in. His cock easily reach my throatand about every fifth time he made sure I gagged on it. I could feel his cockstart to build to ejaculation, when he pulled it out. My breath was short andshallow, he was working me to a fever pitch just like a girl. He smiled ashe moved between my legs and entered the lover's receptacle in the gaff. Hemoved it in and out slowly and began to play with my tits again.. Sweat beganto form on my brow and on my chest as he worked my body. He stopped again shortof his own orgasm and mine, finally, I gave him a pleading look, I was askinghim to make me cum. I didn't care that he knew any more, I just needed to finish.He smiled knowingly and began to thrust again and handle the breasts. Steadily,he continued and my breaths became staccato and timed to his thrusts, finally,it happened, I shook as my cock exploded for the payoff of all the false startssince this ordeal began. I was drained, it was a big orgasm. Only after heknew I had cum, did he pull out and move back to my mouth. He thrust it inand began to pump my mouth until I felt his cock build and explode. I knewthat he expected to swallow his semen as the final assault on my manhood. Wellpracticed, I did it.

He took his wrench and unfastened the rest of the leg restraints and pulledme to my feet, I fell of course. He forced me to my feet and started to herdme to the barn door. I recovered enough strength to keep myself standing andwalked to the door and outside. It was cold like Vern promised, my body wasan instant mass of goose pimples. I was bare from the waist up and I felt it.I was pushed to my left and finally, I was forced into the snowbank and forcedkneel Then they buried me in snow. I was freezing, but they did not make mewait long. The first of the five tormentors stood in front of me and startedthe stream into my male mouth, (though to the man it was "her" mouth.) He filledmy mouth and then pinched the flow off to wait for me to swallow the mouthfuland then filled it again, until he was finished. He was replaced my tormentornumber two and then three and four. I gulped as quickly as I could, the coldwas actually painful. Finally, Vern stood in front of me and pissed into mymouth making sure I swallowed each mouthful, at the end, he stuck the end ofhis penis in my mouth to make sure the last drop was squeezed int it. I gulpedthe last load of piss down. Then, he reached down and caught one of my ponytailsand pulled me up. He pointed me to the semi circle of vehicles one by one withtheir headlights coming on. Vern walked away, leaving me to negotiate the coldpath there on my own in my 6" high heels and my mouth held open and myhands held behind my back. The trip took an excruciating 7 minutes. No onecame to help. The only way to finish the ordeal was to piss so, I stepped backthree steps from the center and began to wiggle, shimmy, throw my hips untilthe evening gown finally slipped down to my feet. I stood in the cold in myhigh heels, tattered stockings attached to my garter belt, and my waist cincher.I started to make my way forward and thought, "Hell why not take at least onemoment of control back," but it would be at a price. There was a pile of snownext to my first step back. So I "fell" into it, the cold hurt me again, andI am sure that the five men enjoyed the spectacle of me struggling back up.It probably added another 10 minutes to my trip outside, but it was my attemptat staying sane. Finally, I was center stage, I squatted down, but the flowwould not start, the cold was holding me back, so for 20 minutes I squattedin front of five men who no doubt were enjoying my predicament. Finally, theneed to piss overcame the temperature and I pissed on the ground in full viewof the men. Then I stood up. One by one the five vehicles started up and droveoff, leaving me in the snow to make my way back to the barn. I knew Vern wouldwait until I did get inside before returning.

I made the difficult trip back to the barn and managed to get the door openand stumbled inside. I was shivering. Trying to recover, I walked carefullyto the platform and sat on the machine that had done so much to me. Slowly,the shivering stopped and I felt warm again. 20 minutes later Vern returned.He walked in and tossed the dress at my feet, it was warm, I realized he musthave collected it and had in his truck drying it out and warming it. I lookedat him, he would have to either undo my bondage or help me back into the dress.He walked to me and held the dress as I stepped into it he pulled it up andstored my breasts in the cups and then zipped it up. He let me step to platformand sit down.

"I don't think much of you." He started . "What you let those men... andme, do to you, is unimaginable to me. You may have a cock, but you are no man.A man, gay men included, has enough pride to be who they are. You are pathetic,you are not a woman and you are not a man. Whatever you are you are worthless.You know, if you had said stop right up to the time I put that gag on you,I would have stopped it, rather, you could have stopped it, but you wantedyour little charade. Yes, you may have a cock, but you don't own it or yourbody anymore, you will sell it to anyone that will help you with your fantasy,just like me. Let me show you how far down the line you are."

Vern got up and came to me and using the ponytails forced me to look up.Then he worked up a mouthful of spittle and let it drop into my mouth. "Nowdon't swallow until I tell you to." For the next 30 minutes he worked up enoughspit to fill my mouth to the brim. However, rather than telling me to swallow,he went get himself a cup of coffee and then sat and drank it slowly, it took20 minutes, in the mean time I sat there with my face up holding a mouthfulof his spit. Waiting for his permission to not spit it out, but degrade myselffurther by swallowing someone else's body fluids. I considered my little escapadeoutside fooling myself that I was taking back control. I hadn't really, becausehere I was again, waiting for him to tell me what I could do Vern wanderedback, and sat next to me but still no permission to swallow, the kinky thingwas I knew I could stop this at anytime, simply by spitting the stuff out.But I didn't. I sat here submissively waiting for him to decide when I wouldbe allowed to swallow.

He continued, with me sitting next to him with a mouthful of his spit, "Atfirst I was angry, really angry, but then I realized that if you went throughwith it, I could show you what you really are, a slut and a whore. I want mymoney, but then after I pack you up like so much baggage and ship you off,I do not want to have anything to do with you again. If you do ever come tome again, I will dress you in high heels and micro mini skirt and a tube topand sell you to men that will eventually end up killing you because they didn'tlike the way you smiled at them after they brutalized you. God, look at yousitting there patiently with my spit in your mouth, can't you see how patheticyou are? Let me really show you how pathetic, swallow and keep your mouth atthat angle."

I did as I was ordered it took three gulps to down it, but I kept my headtilted back with the opening of my mouth horizontal to the floor. He stoodup and unzipped his pants and started to piss into my mouth, I waited patientlyfor him to fill it and then waited. The taste of the bile was awful , but Ididn't even try to do anything. He didn't need to show me any more demonstrations,I knew precisely what I was, I was a slave whore, anybody that wanted me, Iwas their slave whore. I sat there with a mouthful of his piss.

"Oh hell, you're useless.." Vern walked away from the platform and finishedpissing. "Go over and sit on your box, until I am ready for you. I stood carefullyand walked to the box and sat down, I didn't spill a drop. He walked over andreleased the dental appliance and pulled it out of my mouth and the pool ofVern's piss remained in my mouth. He went to the control center for the filmingand started shutting things down, I believe he was curious if I would holdout to the end. Finally, he realized that he was going to miss the pick upif he did not start now. "Fuck bitch, swallow it." I closed my mouth and gulpedit down. He quickly undid the arm restraint and retied the elbow tie, I wouldnot fit with my arms in the chicken wing arrangement. He quickly tied my legsand feet then he lifted me up and stood me in the box. He began to search forthe leather blindfold an located it, it was ripped to pieces, I smiled, goodole Jake, he was quite the lover and evidently not very house trained. He gotme kneeling in the box and got the penis gag. He waited for a few minutes,probably to see if I would say anything at all about his ongoing lecture. Whatwas there to say. It was all true. He took the key to the handcuffs and buriedit in my cleavage. The man that unpacked me would have a treat, but I saidnothing, he roughly shoved the gag into my mouth causing me to momentarilywretch, but I recovered and he strapped it on, two holes tighter than the manthat had packed me. I was going to be more uncomfortable on the way back thanon the way here.

Vern spoke for the last time to me in the barn, "Ok Elizabeth or whateveryour name is slut, I will send you all the copies of the filming we did here.I will wait for the courier. You are a fucking cunt and slut whore. You disgustme. Do the world a favor get on a slow boat to Thailand and never come back." Withthat advice he pushed me very roughly down and slammed the lid shut and lockedit

The truck made its pick up and I was on my way back to the warehouse. Ihad eight hours to contemplate my future. I was certainly coming back in differentcondition than I was sent out, My sphincter was burned and would eventuallyneed medical attention, my back was a crosshatch of Jake's claws cutting myback painfully to shreds. Salted in the unmarked places on my back there weremarks of the cigarette burns that I endured. My hair was caked with untoldamounts of semen and my clothes were tattered and ruined. I was a mess. I wasashamed to be alive. I had given a dog a two hour blow job, men did thingsto me, that most people would not even imagine. I had been raped in my anusand in an artificial cunt and in my mouth. I was not any kind of a man at all,but I would change all that, it was simple, I would have the implants removedfrom my chest and my crotch, start the hormonal treatment to grow real breasts.It would take several years but I was going to trade my cock and artificialvagina in for the real deal, what's more I had access to technology that wasgoing to make me a real woman.

I arrived at the warehouse and was unpacked. The ladies room was equippedwith a shower so after making my trip to the first toilet, this time thoughI just unzipped the dress and let it drop and walked in. The guys had a verygood view. Then I went to the shower and cleaned myself up as much as I could,mostly I needed to clean out my hair so I could go out in public. I had collectedmy bag of clothes and dressed in front of the mirror. I checked my handbag,my keys were there, but no money. I walked out dressed in my red outfit sansthe pantyhose. I stopped and thanked the man at the counter for all their helpand won a queer look for my efforts

I went out to the road and walked to the nearest thoroughfare and stuckout my thumb. It didn't take long, even ugly women get picked up. As I climbedup, I saw the sign "Gas, Grass or Ass. No one rides for free." Well, I knewwhat form of payment I was going to use. As I shut the door and he starteddown the road, looked at me and said, "What's it going to be?" Fortunately,this rig still had a bench seat, so I slid over next to him and pulled my blouseup and pulled the red bra up to let the tit fall free. I took his hand andput it right on it and let him fondle it for a minute.

"Alright, how far you going?"

"With you, all the way, honey. Oh, you mean where am I going to? TaylorCity."

"Ok well we will have to overnight at a rest stop."

"That suits me just fine, I want to get you all relaxed and rested for tomorrow." Iwas learning fast how to sell my body. When he pulled over he got the fullpackage. First, we played around a little. I let him play with my boobs andfeel up my cunt. Then I gave him a blow job. Then after he was recovering Iasked him if he wanted to fuck my ass. I knew my asshole was in trouble becauseit hurt like hell when he stuck his dick in it. Then he took me doggy styleand when he was done he was pretty tuckered out. I knew he needed to piss thoughand I had a couple of extra surprises for him. I told him to open the doorand swing his legs out. He was puzzled, but did it, I climbed down to the lowerstep and that put my mouth right at his crotch level. I unzipped his fly andpulled his dick out and said, "Go ahead and pee.' I put his cock in my mouthand waited. It took a minute but he was flooding my mouth in no time, I gulpedlike mad and managed to get it drank with only some minor dribbling. But Iwasn't done, "Keep watching stud." I climbed off the bottom step, hiked upmy skirt and pissed. His eyes were like saucers, As I climbed back in, I said, "Thatwas to let them know what they are missing." Just for good measure I leanedover when he was in his seat and sucked his cock before he started his engineor rather the truck's engine in the morning.

I arrived home and the witness, drove by and I showed myself to him. Vern'smoney was as good as on its way to him. I called a doctor and arranged to havemy anus privately repaired, It was actually kind of simple and while it hurtto fuck or take a shit, it only really required some time and medication toheal.

4 years later I was on my way Thailand, but on an airplane not a slow boat.I had a real pair of my own boobs that I grew myself. Two years of counselingto verify I was really ready to change genders. I spent a lot of money on mylooks improving what I could, I went from ugly to good looking, not great lookingbut not bad looking and I was on my way to lose my cock and get my own cunt.

Then I am going to look up Vern again, to get properly worked over. MaybeI could talk him into another round of gang rape in another part of the country.And if he really does pimp me out to get snuffed, that's ok. I learned whenI was guy doing girls, that most of the females were willing to let you dojust about anything. Why? I really can't explain it any better than they can.I guess it's just a girl thing.