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CARLY"S STORY
Chpt. 1
It Was Supposed To Be A Fun Night
I met her online, one of those edgy dating sites, some kink, get some
sex, no strings attached. We hooked up at Starbucks, and when the woman I
would come to know as Angel walked in, I couldn't believe my luck. She
was long, tall and smokey, with about 4 feet of finely toned leg in a
little black number that plunged deep between her impressive breasts, and
ended dangerously close to showing a delicious ass, from the shape of it.
She had a nose ring and tats, including cheetah prints leading up from
her mid shin, winding around and disappearing up the inside of her thigh,
like a trail to heaven. A very smooth, pale, sexy thigh.
We sat over lattes, and she wasted no time, saying, "I take charge, no
conditions, and the only thing I require is open mindedness, and if you
let me, I promise you a night you will never forget." A little put off,
but intrigued, I said, "Sure, ok." and with that she stood and said,
"follow me to my car, I always drive." She had a good 6 inches on me, and
I felt a bit emasculated, though I am only 5'6", and sensitive about my
height.
I got in her car, a new black Charger, and I could only stare at her legs
as she got in and fired it up. She had on those black fishnet stockings,
and I could just see her tiny black panties peeking at me. I got hard at
once. She glanced at my crotch, and said to me, "Here is what I want boy.
I want you to fuck me in a public place, and I want you to to ignore
everything else except fucking me, no matter who is there, or what they
say or do. Agreed?"
"No problem," said I, visions of the honey pot dancing at the end of the
cheetah trail dancing in my mind.
I was surprised when we pulled up in front of an adult theater in a seedy
part of town, and she killed the car. "Here we are," she said, and as she
got out I figured, "As long as I get some of that, who give a fuck where
I get it?" She got a tote bag from the back, and led the way through the
front door. I think she'd been there before, because the creeps at the
front didn't seem surprised, and leered at me in a way that definitely
made me uncomfortable. It seemed this was her thing, but it was
definitely kinky and edgy, and I thought, "this is gonna be awesome."
She led me down a hall of booths, and I could hear porn, and the place
smelled like cum and piss. The hall opened into a large room, a theater,
with about thirty seats. It was busy, and as I got used to the dark, I
could see men with their cocks out masturbating, and a couple guys were
giving blow jobs. "Kinky for sure, wow she really likes it dirty," I
thought, as she went for dead center in the middle of the crowd. I had to
squeeze past guys with their pants down, and I got goosed once or twice.
Before I could react, she put her hand on my jeans over my cock, and
pulled me to two seats in the middle of the row. There was a guy jerking
off right next to me, but with some trepidation, I went for it.
The next thing I know, she has her dress up to her waist, my hands are on
a stellar ass, and her tongue is deep into my mouth. You could have set
off a bomb right then and I wouldn't have cared. My whole world became
her, her touch, her skin, my hard on, and the increasing musky scent of
her as she obviously was deeply aroused. She undid my belt, and tugged my
jeans to my knees, followed by my boxers, and took me in her mouth. I was
begging God to let me hold off cuming for as long as possible.
She stood, and dropped her panties, right there in front of everybody.I
could feel the weight of many eyes upon me, but here was this sinful
Goddess guiding me into the kind of pussy I never would have believed I
would be lucky enough to end up in, so I didn't care. She rode me,
kissing my neck and putting her tongue into my ear, driving me wild. She
stood again, turned around, and took me that way, my eyes glued to her
perfect ass and beautiful light brown asshole. She pulled my balls,
gently at first, then harder, and then gave me a seriously painfully
yank. I said, "Ow," but she just smiled seductively, rolled her eyes,
and kept right on fucking me.
Again she stood, this time backing up to place her wet pussy on my mouth,
and giving me a close up of her asshole. I licked and entered her with my
tongue. She arched, and offered me her anus, and I licked that as deep
and completely as I could. She remounted me facing me, and pulled off my
shirt completely, and stretched my arms over my head. I wasn't
complaining!
And then I felt cold metal on my wrist, and heard clicking, and when she
let go, I realized she just handcuffed my arm to the back of the seat,
over my head. This time I was louder, saying, "What The Fuck?" Kissing me
deep again, she whispered in my ear, "Don't worry sugar, it's just a
prop, here's where it gets really good." I relaxed, but then she suddenly
stood up, pulled her dress down, smoothed it, winked at me, and walked
away.
"Hey, Angel, this isn't cool, not funny, come back and let me loose." She
did not even look back. Instead, I saw her go toward the door, but stop
there and begin talking to someone I never saw before, a muscular bald
guy covered in tats, with many piercings and large gages in his ears. I
saw her point at me, pass him money, then hand him a bag from her tote.
And with another saucy wink over her shoulder, she left, and that was the
last I saw of her, for the night.
Raw fear enveloped me as I realized the gravity of my situation, and I
felt hands from both sides, one on my chest, and another on my thigh.
Then, the muscle man sat down, and I saw he had a nasty looking knife in
his hand. "You can squirm all you want, but if you get loud, I will cut
out your tongue. Do you understand?" At that moment, I knew I was lost. I
became aware of his body odor, but all I did was nod. I felt hands,
several now, running all over my body, my face, my hair, my balls, my
cock. I felt another sharp painful yank on my balls, and looking down saw
a stout rope with a hangman's noose around my balls that a grinning old
guy was yanking on. Then the hands began pulling off my shoes, my socks,
and the rest of my clothing as well. Muscle guy got up, shucked his
jeans, climbed up on the seat, and placed his massive looking dick on my
lips. "Suck, bitch." I shook my head. "No way," and he slapped the shit
out of me, bringing tears to my eyes. "Open up you fucking cunt, and if I
feel any teeth I'll knock em out," he said, and with no other choice, I
opened my mouth.
As the bastard face fucked me, my legs were held up, and fingers began
touching, rubbing, and then penetrating my asshole. I tried to squeeze
shut, and squirm, but there were too many hands, and nothing I could do.
By now, my free arm was as tired and feeble as a girls, and they just
waved it away. Now, the muscle man's cock swelled, and I felt and tasted
hot sperm in my mouth and throat. I was gagging on it as he pulled out,
clamped his hand over my mouth, and said, "Don't you dare spit it out
bitch." He forced my head back, and massaged my throat downward, and
despite gagging and trying to spit, his improbably large load slid right
down my throat, "Good girl," he said, wiping his dick clean on my face,
getting cum in my nose, eyes, and hair. I was completely humiliated. But
now I had other problems to worry about.
A cock touched me, then plunged viciously deep into my ass, and I was
consumed with a white hot pain like nothing I have ever experienced in my
life. I forgot all about the knife, and screamed just like the girls do
in the anal rape videos. I never understood how much it hurts! I got
another painful slap across my face for that, as well as another
agonizing yank on my balls. They all watched as my cherry was taken, and
it felt like he broke my ass, and that blood must be running down my
legs. Something was.
Then, another cock was shoved into my mouth. As I deepthroated that cock
(no choice), I felt the first hot load empty into my ass, and that cock
hurt me so badly in my ass that all I could think of was, "get it out, oh
please, take it out!" But as soon as it was taken from my destroyed ass,
another swollen dick took its place, and the agony began all over again.
That's how it went for a while, I do not know how long. I don't know how
many cocks I sucked, or how many loads were dumped into my ass. Four or
five of each, I think.
Then it stopped. I was covered in sweat and cum, and I could not move
from the pain in my ass. My arm was unlocked from the seat, and hands
helped me to sit up, and I thought, "Thank God." Not so, because my other
arm was quickly pulled behind my back, and I was cuffed wrist to wrist,
behind my back. A horrible yank on my balls, and muscle man said, "Come
with us, Buttercup, you're night is just getting started." I realized
that I was still completely helpless, naked and defiled in a room filled
with perverts who were delighting in hurting and humiliating me. Despair
washed over me, and I remember thinking, "I'm going to die here tonight."
Nonetheless, when Muscles said, "Come on," and began to pull me along
with the ball rope down the hall towards a dark room at the end, I
hesitated. Muscles turned and kicked me as hard as he could, right in the
balls. I hit the floor, knowing only pain, and nausea, and retched right
there, on the floor of the porno store theater, completely naked and in a
state of utter shock. I began to cry, in spite of myself.
I was forced up to my knees, bent forward, and something large was placed
against my anus. I could not see it, but I knew it was too big. With a
sudden forceful blow, the plug invaded my ass, and had I not been held
up, I would have hit the floor again. Muscles began savagely pulling the
rope, and though I could hardly move my legs, I was forced to my feet to
shuffle down the hall to the dark room.
Entering, I saw what looked like a sawhorse, facing me, the top covered
with a vinyl cushion, and all manner of attached D-rings in various
spots. I was manhandled onto the horse, and leather straps went around my
ankles and were locked to the horse legs. My arms were unlocked, but I
was too weak to use them and my wrists were locked as well with leather
straps to the legs on the front of the house. This left me on my stomach,
violated anus and cock and balls exposed, and my chin resting on the
other end, completely vulnerable. Noting my misery, Muscles said, "What's
the matter sweetie?"
"Please take it out, it's killing me," I begged. "I can't feel my balls
at all either, can you please loosen the rope?"
"I'll remove the plug for now, we have more plans for that ass. As for
your balls, we haven't decided if you get to keep your nuts or not. But I
will take off the noose for now." His words terrified me, it had never
occurred to me they might unman me permanently, but at least they took
off the rope, and some feeling returned to my testicles. The plug hurt
almost as much coming out as going in, and I cried like a girl. I have
never been so humiliated and afraid, bound there helpless, crying, naked,
anus leaking God only knows what, in a room full of joking, leering
strangers.
Muscles stated, "Gentlemen, start your engines," and the nightmare began
again, one cock after another, throat fucking me with my nose buried in
pubic hair, emptying load after load down my throat, while the same
happened to my ass until my world became cock, and only cock, filling me
and emptying into me, in both ends of my body. I entered a dream world
that went on forever, the only silver lining was that the ass fucking did
not seem to hurt so badly anymore.
Finally, it ended. I was unlocked from the horse, and the straps were
removed. They lifted me like a sack of dirt and carried me to a large
metal tub, where I was dumped upon my back. I laid there utterly unable
to move, on the cold metal, confused until I felt the first warm splash
and realized they were pissing on me! I could not move to get away, and
then they pulled me to a sitting position. From behind Muscles said,
"drink piss, fuck boi," and sticking his fingers into my nose, pulled my
head back and my mouth open. Hot urine began filling my mouth, and
Muscles used the same throat massage as before to open me up, and the
urine cascaded down my throat, filling my already cum filled belly to
overflowing, now with piss. They pissed in my hair, on my face, all over
my body, and then rolled me over, hoisted me to my knees, spread my
asshole with rough fingers, and pissed directly into my gaping hole.
Everybody there emptied their bladders on or into my helpless naked body.
Then they stood me up, and somebody threw me a small face towel. Muscles
said, "Dry yourself bitch." and I did the best I could with that little
thing. I was afraid to imagine what might happen next.
They sat me on the dirty floor against the wall, one guy produced the bag
I recognized from Angel's tote, placed it next to me, and began removing
items from it. I was horrified as I saw a white mini skirt, thong panties
and bra, pink crop top blouse, a pair of fake breasts, red fishnet
stockings, red stilettos, and a long blond wig. "What the fuck?" I said
in horror, and Muscles replied, "Get dressed." The rest of the men just
looked at me, smirking. I stood straight, crossed my arms and declared,
"I don't care what you do to me, I'm not putting that shit on, no fucking
way."
"Remember what I said about you keeping your nuts or not? You just
decided for us," said Muscles as four of them rushed me, pinning me to
the wall, and spread my legs apart, exposing my penis and asshole.
Somebody handed something to Muscles, and when he turned to me I
recognized a farm castration tool, and my heart stopped when I saw it and
Muscles savage grin. "No going back from this one, Buttercup." I
struggled uselessly as he approached, the tool already fixed open with
the deadly bands stretched taut between its metal pins. "Two bands, just
to be sure, sissy girl," and brought the tool to my testicles, pulling
the skin of my scrotum through, and then, one by one worked each testicle
through the outstretched bands, hurting them each in turn as he circled
my nut sack with a tight grip and began to loosen the cord holding the
castrator. "No, please God, stop, I'll do anything, please don't take my
balls!" I cried like the girl they were about to make me into. "I'll put
the stupid clothes on! Please!"
"Too late for begging now sissy, you had your chance," and with that the
tool sprang closed upon me, and I felt the awful pinch. Muscles worked
the tool back and forth, and the bands bit down upon my ball sack, and I
saw that there was no way to get them off. My balls were bright red
already, and turning to purple. This was really happening, I was going to
lose my balls and no longer be a man at all. I was completely broken now.
I no longer cared what happened to me.
Then Muscles said, "There is still a chance to save em if you cooperate
willingly, sissy." Afire with hope, I wailed, "Anything, just please get
them off of me." "Ok Sissy," said Muscles. "You have anywhere between 20
and 60 minutes to get those off and save your nuts before they die from
lack of blood. If you hurry and get those clothes on, and come to me
willingly to be fucked, I will let you keep your balls. Decide quickly
Sissy girl, time is running out." With no hesitation at all, I rose and
donned the clothing. When I went to place the fake breasts into the bra,
Muscles held me up long enough to cover the bottom of the breasts with
adhesive glue, and held them firmly to my chest as I secured them in the
bra. I put on the wig, strapped on the stilettos, completing the outfit,
and walked unsteadily to Muscles. Saying, "Give me the wig, " Muscles
spread glue onto the inside and repositioned it on my scalp. He stood
back and surveyed me, then nodded, apparently satisfied with the result.
"Ok, come here, open your mouth, and kiss me like you are in love with me
Sissy." I moved to him, opened my mouth, and he invaded it with his
tongue. "Not like that, put your arms around me and love me like your
balls depend upon making me happy, sissy girl, because they do." As it
was the truth, and I had nothing left to lose, I kissed him like I could
never get enough. After a couple of minutes of this, he said, "Good girl,
now my cock," and he pushed me down to his throbbing member. I took him
in my mouth, deeply, and then began licking and kissing the head.
Strangely, although they were dying, my balls did not hurt that much, and
more surprisingly, my own penis began to throb a bit as well, and I could
feel myself stiffening. "You're doing well, little girl, now turn around
and sit your fine little ass on my cock." As I turned and began to lower
myself, I became intensely aware of all the men watching me, and cell
phones recording and snapping pictures. My heart fell out again, as I
began to realize that I would never recover from this, or ever be the
same again. "Hurry Sissy," said Muscles, "you and your balls are losing
time, and I plan to take mine and enjoy this." And indeed, now my balls
were beginning to hurt.
I dropped to my knees and despite the pain I took him into the warmth of
my asshole, and deep into my rectum, and then in front of all those men,
I began grinding him deeper and deeper inside of me, the breasts flopping
like those of a real woman. Another man grasped my chin, and placed
himself into my mouth and began to fuck me there. Muscles reached around
and began stroking my penis, and I became hard too. My anus clenched and
Muscles swelled and then exploded another load deep in my rectum, and
then in spite of myself, I came as well. Then, the man in my mouth came,
and I could feel several other hot loads shooting onto me, my face, my
chest, and thighs. Muscles rolled me off of him, and squatted in front
of me, as I realized how badly my balls hurt now.
"So, do you keep em?" he asked, and crying I said, "You promised.
Please." Someone produced a pair of small snips, and holding me firmly,
which hurt even worse, Muscles cut the bands, releasing my testicles. It
cut me, and I bled. I lay there, done, sobbing, as someone used tiny
padlocks to secure the stiletto straps around my ankles, ensuring that I
could not take them off. Muscles said, "The adhesive I attached the boobs
to you will rip off your skin if you try to take them off. Same for the
wig. You're stuck with them until we decide to take them off. Now that
door at the end of the hall leads outside to the parking lot. Get up, and
get the fuck out."
"Like this? I cried. "How am I supposed to get home?"
"Your problem, not mine," he replied. But before you go, let me advise
you that this is not over. You will come here every Friday and Saturday
night by 7 PM, dressed like a cum slut and ready to serve as the house
sissy girl slut to all comers, until we get tired of you. Why will you
willingly come back and do that you ask? Look at these."
Muscles showed some of the pictures, there must have been dozens, and
they were all damning. Me crossdressed, deep kissing Muscles apparently
enthusiastically, sucking his cock, lowering myself to take him in my
ass, me coming in ecstasy while impaled upon his shaft, another cock in
my mouth, none showing anything indicating that I wasn't into it. "Oh my
God I thought, could you imagine what would happen if those got out at
work, or anywhere anyone knew me? I'd be destroyed." Thank God my
identity was one secret these pigs can't get their filthy hands on," Then
Muscles said, "Mr. White, Angel tells us you're a tenured teacher at the
middle school on Barnes and Main street. Do you think they'd want someone
who does this around their kids?"
"Oh my God, no, how did she learn that?" I thought. "We have your place
of employment, your home address, your door keys, your favorite bar, all
of it. We have your cell phone cracked and know all your friends, as well
as your brother, sisters, and girlfriends. Two of them, you skank. So if
you do not want everyone you know seeing this, you will be here. We have
videos too."
"I'd plan to take the first week off Sissy girl, those tits are way too
big to hide. One or another of us will visit you often at your home,
where you will entertain us, in your bed or wherever we want. We own you.
Angel will be sending a girl to teach you proper makeup, and your first
week you will live as a female full time while she trains you. After
that, she will send the girl on Friday afternoons and Saturdays to get
you ready and get you here. All weekends will be female full time. Your
new girly name is Carly. We better not find a hair on your body next
week, and you better smell especially nice. Are we clear Carly?" I could
only nod. "Good. There's the door. Get out. See you at home real soon
sweetheart."
"Why? For god's sake, why are you doing this to me?" I cried, beyond any
dignity. "That, you little fuck boi, is between Angel and you. Now get
moving, before I change my mind about your little balls."
There was nothing to say, nothing I could do. My entire world was
shattered. I numbly staggered to the door on 6 inch heels. When it shut
behind me, I heard it lock, and there I was. Stranded out back of The
Ramrod Club, in the cold, crossdressed, with fresh cum all over me, my
rectum and legs so violated that I could hardly walk, and no idea how I
would make the 20 mile journey home.
At least I still had my balls.
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