Hotwife Chapter 3A The Continuation Of My Hotwife s Weekend
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The next time I woke it was in response to a catheter being pulled out of
me. My throat was dry and the horror of what had happened returned.
"What are you doing now?"
"Aww. Don't worry. You had that in so you didn't wet the bed. I just need
to fit this on you," Carol said.
I looked down as I felt her fiddling with my penis. It was dragged
between my empty ball sack, then I felt a tug and heard a click.
My cock stayed between my legs.
"What have you done to me?" I croaked.
"I gave you a few piercings. Now I have locked your cock between your
legs. Bob has to go out and he doesn't want me alone with you."
"It's not like I can fucking get hard. You cut my fucking balls off!"
A hard slap from Bob knocked me back onto the bed.
"Bob, she's panicking, don't be hard on her. You want her to love you
don't you?"
Bob just shook his head and left the room.
"I'm sorry Kirsty. He just dislikes bad language. To answer your
question. You can still get hard, even without your testicles. You just
won't be able to father children."
My face dropped. I felt a sob building in my throat. Carol hugged me and
said.
"Look if you promise to be a good girl, you can get up and have a shower.
Then I'll cook you some bacon and eggs. How does that sound?"
I was starving. It must have been days since I last ate.
"Well? Say it then."
Even though I hated to say it. I thought, play along and take my chance.
I needed food. I felt as weak as kitten.
"I'll be a good girl. I promise."
"Good I'll get you some clothes. "
The hot shower felt good. I was careful not to rub between my legs. It
looked so weird looking down and seeing myself flat where my cock should
be. All the body wash and shampoo in the shower were for women. When I
finished I smelled of flowers.
"No Kirsty. Wrap your towel under your arms to cover your breasts. You
don't have any yet, but you will soon. Now bend over while I give you
your hormone shot. "
As I bent over the bed I saw a mass of silk and frills she had chosen for
me to wear and groaned inwardly.
Carol was wearing jeans and a check shirt. They were women's but I would
have preferred that to what she had in mind for me.
"Carol, can I wear the same clothes as you."
"Come on now. You know you have to get used to being a woman. That won't
happen in jeans."
She described what each article of clothing was. It took 19 minutes for
me to dress. I wore a pair of white full-cut nylon panties that had a
thick band of lace around the edges. Then came something she called a
corselette. It covered me from my chest to just below my bottom. There
were straps hanging from this, to which I clipped the seamed nylon
stockings she gave me. As I stood I felt the straps pull on my stockings.
I would be aware of these all day I thought.
She then had me step into a blue flower-decorated dress. I thought that
was it until she handed me the fluffy petticoat to step into. I looked in
the mirror. The dress stood out over a foot from my knees. I looked like
a younger version of the wife from that old TV show I liked. Happy Days.
I looked like Marion.
Carol sat me down and applied a small amount of concealer, lipstick,
eyeliner, and eye shadow. I couldn't believe how feminine I looked.
"Now shoes. I will be sensible. Only 2-inch heels to start with."
As I stood my posture changed. My buttocks tightened and my shoulders
went back. Then a strange thing happened. The sight of myself in the
mirror turned me on. I felt the cock trapped between my legs swell. It
was painful. As I turned and walked away the rustle of the petticoats,
the pull of my garter straps on my stockings, the soft zipping sound of
my legs rubbing together made me feel light-headed. What was happening to
me? Why was this turning me on so much? These sensations were so alien to
me. Do women feel like this all the time?
It was difficult to walk downstairs. I couldn't see my feet due to the
wide skirt of my dress.
She sat me at the kitchen table and fried up some bacon and eggs. After
my first mug of coffee, the smell of bacon became irresistible. I was
starving.
"We can share the housework, Kirsty. Bob loves a tidy house. Oh yes
everything has to be tidy or he gets angry. With you here now things will
be better, you'll see."
I attacked the plate of food with my knife and fork. Such simple food but
yet so delicious.
"Do you like the bacon, Kirsty? We keep our own pigs. We aren't farmers
but have our own pigs and chickens. Chickens for eggs and pigs for bacon
and, and..."
She stared into space. She seemed so different without Bob around. Less
confident.
"That must have been the best bacon I have ever tasted Carol. Thank you."
"Was it. Good. I want you to be happy. We can share the housework and
Bob. It's a big house. There is a lot of cleaning. Everything has to be
just right or Bob..."
"Bob what Carol?"
"Nothing he just.. We will be fine now. With you here. Please tell me you
won't be silly. I don't want to see you get hurt."
I was just going to agree, then I thought how ridiculous this was. I was
sitting at a kitchen table, the image of a perfect 50's housewife.
Feeling slightly sorry for a woman that had made it impossible for me to
father children.
"Carol, can't you see what you're doing is wrong? You can't go around
kidnapping men and forcing them to be women. It's madness."
She started to tear up. She got up and turned away from me. I saw my
chance. I got up quickly and swung a punch at the back of her head.
It may have been the click of my heels or the rustle of the petticoats,
but she was ready. She sidestepped and brought he right hand up to strike
my windpipe. I collapsed in a heap gasping.
When I recovered enough to look up I saw she was crying.
"I'm sorry Carol. I just want to leave. I'm a man, not a woman."
"That was Krav Maga by the way. Come with me."
She said grasping me by the hand. When we got to the kitchen's rear door
she punched a code into a keypad.
"If I hadn't done that your collar would have gone off. Don't think about
running, there are other sensors along the fences. You would never
escape."
I carefully clicked my way along the concrete path behind her. The cool
air blew up my skirt. The garter straps tugging against the stocking tops
were gently moving my panties.
We arrived at a single-story farm building. I could smell the pigs before
I saw them. They started to squeal and grunt when they saw her. She
poured some feed into their trough. Then looked me in the eyes.
"Listen carefully, Kirsty. Here are a few facts about pigs. Pigs have the
intelligence of a human toddler and are ranked as the fifth most
intelligent animal in the world. Pig hearts are very similar in size,
anatomy and function to human hearts. Did you know that?"
"No, I didn't know that. Why are we here?"
"We are here to feed them. If I don't tell Bob what you tried to do, this
will be another of your jobs. Something else you should know about pigs,
they eat almost anything. If you were passed out in their pen, they would
probably eat you."
This alarmed me. Was it a threat? I remembered seeing a movie years
before where a character called Bricktop kept pigs to dispose of bodies.
She went on.
"They would probably only leave your teeth and hair. We might have to
break your bones up, but there would be no evidence that you existed."
"Ok Carol. I understand. I'll do what you tell me."
She smiled, then kissed my cheek. This was odd. She swung between so many
emotions within such a short time. I wondered if she had some mental
issues. I guess kidnapping me was proof of that.
"I showed you this so you could see we are serious. You aren't the first
sister wife I've had. Bob used the pigs to dispose of her body."
She opened the door of a small walk-in freezer to show me two pig
carcasses.
"Bob knows how to butcher pigs or humans if he has to."
She frowned again.
"Come on. Back to the house. I have to start preparing you for your
wedding."
I didn't like the sound of that, but couldn't see a way out at the
moment. We got back to the house and she took me upstairs to one of the
six spare rooms. She bent me over the bed and lifted my dress and
petticoat. Next, she lowered my panties and I felt her rubbing something
cold into my rear. I guessed that wasn't all that was going to happen.
"Tell me Kirsty. Are you a virgin? Here I mean." She emphasized "here" by
pushing a finger all the way in. I let out a groan.
"Bob took my last sister wife straight to bed. She screamed something to
him she never should have said. He killed her. So he thought you should
be prepared before your wedding night."
I felt her push something bigger into me. I moaned as I felt myself
stretch.
"Right, sister. You owe me for not telling Bob what you did. It's about
time I had some fun. Have you ever gone down on a woman?"
I turned red. I was embarrassed. I was dressed as a woman with a butt
plug shoved inside me, and this is what embarrassed me.
"No why?"
"Bob thinks it's unmanly. He won't do it to me. He expects me to suck
him, well you too now. He just won't return the favor. So I want you to
do it."
She took off her jeans and I saw she was wearing a black silk thong. I
felt a stirring, that surprised me. She sat on the side of the bed and
opened her legs.
"Come, kneel between my legs."
I trembled as I knelt down. I was really getting turned on by this. As I
leaned back I felt the plug push further into me. The scent of her
womanhood was making me hard. The tip of my cock brushed the silky
material of my panties. It was starting to hurt as it was trapped between
my legs like that. Everything about this was wrong, but I was so turned
on.
I pushed her thong aside and took a slow lick of her pussy."
"Oh god, Kirsty. How I missed this."
She gripped my head and pulled my face into her. I licked and sucked for
all I was worth. She moved my head until my tongue was in the right place
and ground herself into me. I kept having to pull away to breathe.
She pushed me backward. I screamed out as the plug was driven in even
further. Her knees dropped to either side of my head and she sat on my
face.
"Lick me" She growled.
I did. Finally, after 5 minutes she screamed and fell sideways.
"Wow, I enjoyed that. Look at your face. You're a mess. I'll have to redo
your makeup before Bob gets home. First, though, it's time for your
reward."
She had me lay face up on the bed. I heard the click of the small padlock
release I felt my cock spring upright in the warm air.
"Surprised? You can still get hard without your balls you know. You still
have a lot of testosterone in your body."
I looked down. She was wearing a small, but realistic dildo. She stroked
my erection with the tips of her fingers. I felt the butt plug pull out
of me and heard a popping sound. She wrapped the smooth material of my
panties in her hand and gripped me through the nylon.
It felt so damm good. She increased the speed. I was getting close now.
She smiled down at me and thrust into me with the strap-on. She timed her
thrusts with her strokes. I felt like my head was going to explode. As I
came a clear liquid pumped weakly from the end of my cock reminding me
that I was no longer a man.
She was beaming at me now.
"See, it won't be so bad being my sister wife will it? Bob must never
know about this. Let's get you locked back up again."
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