“Oh indeed,” Melinda said. “The few times some idiot drunk tried to nail the CD, they let it happen, he got his ass reamed, more or less, and they videoed the whole thing, then sold the video to the drunk when he sobered up. Blackmail was an enriching experience.”
“But did the boy take to the role?”
“Oh, yes. He discovered that with his junk secured, a gag in his mouth and well tied up, he was getting male/female orgasms he had never anticipated,” Melinda answered.
“But where did this lead?” Delia asked. “Did he want a switch?”
“As I said, I was consulting, but it looked like he was a bit confused and unsure that he wanted a complete, life changing future. In the end, his girlfriend and a few other women took the bull by the horns and set him up for the first in a series of surgical alterations. He wasn’t fully cooperative and eventually he had to be subjugated as a TS slave. The surgical decision we made for him was influenced heavily by the discovery that he was in fact physically a covert androgyne, and that drove the medical team’s resolution for the end product.”
“Covert androgyne?” Delia asked.
“He had external male organs, but once the surgical process began, we discovered that he had an assortment of female organs as well, so giving him a fresh new exposed vagina was no big deal,’ Melinda answered.
“And his male organs?” Delia asked, now fully engrossed in the story.
“What did you do?”
“Do you know what an androgyne is?” Melinda asked.
“No,” Delia answered. “Well, I’ll take that back, considering the derivation which is probably from the word ‘androgynous,’ I would guess it would mean a creature with unclear gender and perhaps all or some of the organs necessary for both sexes. How’s that?”
“That’s pretty good, Delia,” Melinda said as their first course arrived at the table.
“So, how did it all turn out,” Delia asked.
“Not as anyone expected. The patient developed well, but fell into a high end slavery situation, got sold, shipped out to Singapore and ended up as a BDSM fuck toy for some low life wealthy types who kept a large stable. In the end, the patient got loose, freed the other slaves and the owners met with some sort of terminal experience. The he/she, who was a suspect in the case, disappeared.”
“That’s quite a story. Hard to believe, I guess,” Delia said. “But I’m not sure I get the connection here to what I want to do with Dan.”
“My point in telling you this is that this sort of work is still very much in its infancy. What we end up creating is prototypes, not production pieces. Each case is very different. How much do you know about Dan’s physiology?”
“He’s a male, I know that much. He’s got a functioning cock and two balls. He’s normal, as far as I know. We have on occasion played with role switching and I got the impression he wasn’t crazy about wearing my underwear, but went along with it.”
“So, you have no reason to suspect that he might have trans desires?”
“Hell, no,” Delia said. “But I do know he’s fucking a couple of other women and lately doesn’t seem to care if I find out. That was the last straw.”
“Well then, let’s proceed carefully,” Melinda said. “I’ll need his schedule and habits and pass that along to the people who will arrange his disappearance. I think a normal TG procedure is your best bet. Keeping the old luggage still poses some weird issues which, my friend, you don’t need.”
“Thanks,” Delia said. “And just so I’ll know, what sort of problems arise when they get to keep their dicks?”
“In the simplest terms, confusion,” Melinda answered. “A former male, altered sexually, may never mentally accept the new role, the new assignment in life. Heck, Delia, even those men who make a conscious decision to become female often fail to make the complete mental switch.”
“Yeah, I have heard that.”
“Well, just for fun, let’s pretend that you go to bed tonight and the next time you wake up you are in a strange place, probably in restraints and not feeling all that chipper. Your abdomen, which you can’t see of course, hurts, your head hurts and just about everything else on your body feels strange. Eventually, maybe in a week or two, you start feeling better and meanwhile you have been peeing into a tube that comes out of the bandages on your crotch and your whole insides feel terrible. Sooner or later, you will be told what has been done to you and you have to begin to accept your new situation in life as a male, not as an attractive and successful woman. How well do you think you’d adapt?”
“Gees, Melinda, I hadn’t thought of it that way,” Delia said quietly while the waitress presented their baked, stuffed lobster and asked if they wanted to wear a checkered bib around neck. Both women demurred on the bib and the waitress went away, wondering, based on what she had heard, what these two were plotting.
The plot went as planned and Dan quietly met his supposed destiny while in Las Vegas for a marketing convention. He checked into his hotel off the strip and was not seen or heard from again as a man. However, an agent for the porn industry heard about Dan and made Delia an offer she could not refuse. Shortly thereafter, Delia got a large package in the post. It contained about a dozen DVD’s, all featuring Dan giving blow jobs to white and black men and women, having his ass stuffed with every sort of device, being fucked endlessly while tied or chained and generally having a less than great time as the sex slave, boy/girl sissy character in plot less dramas. Delia called Melinda and they spent two evenings watching the former Dan in multiple roles, all of which clearly showed Melinda’s surgical skills. Daniela had a marvelous set of large, firm tits and jiggled appropriately and were ideally suitable for being tightly tied with rope or chain. Her hips were suitable for any woman, but were a bit on the small side to compliment her narrow waist which was, more often than not, wrapped in a heavily boned corset. Daniela’s facial characteristics were soft and showed no sign of manly beard, which surprised Delia.
“How did you get rid of his perpetual five o’clock shadow,” She asked while they took a break from viewing the endless video trials of her ex.
“Mostly hormones,” Melinda said. “He’ll be on that regimen the rest of his life unless he meets an owner who wants a bearded half chick.”
So, Hank knew all of this from Melinda’s candid conversation before she nailed him at the Five Seasons. He also knew that Delia rented or leased Daniela out to men, women and street gangs who could afford it. The only constraints Delia insisted on were that Daniela be returned essentially in the same physical condition She was rented out in, except for nominal superficial scars on her body and, of course, nominal violations of all body openings. The lease contract was quite explicit. It said, in part, that “any “deposits made in Daniela’s mouth, ass or well muscled cunt must be thoroughly purged before she is turned back in,” which almost always meant that she endured a variety of vaginal and anal flush-outs just prior to being stuffed back into her traveling coffin and sent home to Mistress Delia.
All of this was common knowledge in the community and there were many social occasions when Delia and Ramona vied with each other over whose new sex slave was not only the most attractive, but also which one could endure the most extravagant outfits and display.
Certainly, Hank considered, as Melinda was switching canes, having ruined the present one on Hank’s bleeding ass, Ramona was the most creative slave-owning bitch in the city. At least, that was Hank’s opinion. He had seen enough of Mistress R’s work to be able to testify, if asked, that she had an active imagination and was able to apply it to what was done to her slaves. One New Year’s Eve, Ramona showed up with Paula and Carol, two gorgeous young women, in tow and it took most of the guests a long time to realize that both had been former husbands of the Mistress.
Paul, her first husband, was supposedly in Africa doing charity work for his church and had left the city social scene two years before.
Now known as Paula, she was the shorter and
more voluptuous of the chained slaves behind Ramona. She was now a stunning red head and even sported a small, well trimmed bush perfectly matching her long, slightly curly red mane that trailed down her back. Her arms and wrists were secured with wide gold cuffs behind her back and her surprisingly long legs were well formed and accented with similar golden cuffs ate the ankles. Paula wore a black leather halter gag with a full bit and rubber snaffle bridle. The tip of her pierced tongue stuck out slightly from between her full, Botox-enhanced lips and a thin gold chain ran from the tongue ring down and split into two chains connected to the nipples on a pair of excellent, firmly thrusting tits. To complete the look, she had two thick gold hooks inserted into each nostril. These fastened to a single flat black strap that rose along the ridge of her nose and crossed her middle forehead, buckled back behind her head at the gag strap. The stretched nose did nothing to improve Paul’s looks, but definitely made it clear that she was a captive sex slave who would do as she was told.
Never one to be modest, Melinda often casually remarked to the party at every opportunity she had, that Paula was one of her better works of surgical art.
“Don’t let the nose hooks distract you from the real creative work,” Melinda said sweetly to her rapt audience. This was not what you’d call a pretty face before, but now she certainly stops traffic when in public. Note the high cheekbones, the slightly concave cheeks, the full lips with just a touch of an upturn at the center where they show nice even white teeth. Note the long, slender neck and the proportionate shoulders. No beefcake here. Her skin is softer than yours and her fitness would rival that of any professional trainer. It took twenty different operations over the two years, but my God, look at the results,” she bragged, waving a jeweled hand at Paula and, when close enough, squeezing the slave’s perfectly curved buttocks or breasts.
“Consider also the highly unique variation on her cunt, or should I say cunts,” Melinda added, reaching down and pulling aside Paula’s generous lower labia and displaying what looked pretty much like a normal cunt.
“It may appear normal, but this one is different, mostly because her owner wanted to have her fucked in more than two places at once. So I developed this design: a double cunt with side by side vaginas separated by a highly sensitive tissue partition and quite capable of handling two good sized male organs simultaneously while, if desirable, she is also accommodating one more cock (or dildo) in the rear.”
The audience was silently astonished.
“Observe the functionality of these creations,” she said. Melinda produced three large, accurately fashioned, faux cocks and without so much as a drop of spit, thrust each flexible rubber dong probe into Paula’s three previously vacant lower holes. The young woman started slightly, spread her legs as wide as her shackled feet allowed, bent her knees slightly and absorbed the twin cocks with no other visible reaction except a sudden inhaling of breath. Melinda followed suit with the third dick slowly thrust up Paula’s quivering ass, this accompanied by a loud exhaling. She wrapped a gold-colored rope around the slave’s narrow waist and knotted it tightly, then took the long remaining end and pushed it through the small rings on the base of each cock, tying it off in front just above Paul’s naked, shaven cunt.
“And there we have what may well be the first triple fucked pussy in the West, if not globally,” Melinda said with a laugh.
Spontaneous applause erupted in the hall.
“Carol, on the other hand,” Melinda spouted loudly enough for people six feet away to easily hear, “was a different kind of crafting.”
This always got attention at parties and while Ramona tugged briskly on the second slave’s lead chain and brought her up behind her, Melinda would discourse about each surgical alteration she had performed on the former fiancé of Mistress R.
“Consider her nose,” Melinda would begin, tweaking the slave’s nose ring a bit and making sure that even this small gesture brought slave Carol considerable pain. Carol’s party outfit featured two different cane-like, chromed metal poles: one that was strapped to her ramrod straight back and one that was between her legs. Both posts were not merely for decoration, as Ramona and Melinda both anxiously demonstrated.
“Carol’s was a bit of a test for me,” Melinda continued. “She had a huge cock and an equally large set of balls which, frankly, I hated to remove, but they were useful in creating a very deep and highly sensitive new vagina. The scrotum was useful for making new labia while the dick itself was turned inside out and used to line her new cunt. This is more or less accepted medical procedure these days, but I enhanced this project with an additional procedure that, as far as I know, has never been done before or since.”
“Consider these lovely tits,” Melinda said, seizing Carol’s right nipple and squeezing just enough to make the rigidly upright woman shiver and try to twist away from Melinda’s iron finger grip. “I used the testicles as a base of each new nipple and, well, you can see the results. There was some minor problem with the balls still wanting to secrete their own fluids, but I worked that out so that when you suck or squeeze or milk Carol’s tits, you get a mixture of semen and milk. I have not experimented yet with this, but it is possible, I suppose, to become pregnant by shooting a squirt of Carol’s tit excretion up your cunt. Anyone want to try it?” Melinda laughed and squeezed Carol’s other nipple with equal abandon. The stunned crowd was silent and then broke into applause. Both Ramona and Melinda took small bows. Carol remained standing stock still, as rigid as a soldier at command attention.
As the evening wore on and the tormented pair toured the room, it became obvious that Carol walked and stood as she did because the post on her back ended in a curved hook that was deeply implanted in her asshole. The handle, which Ramona just happened to have a replica of in her purse, was shaped like a large cock and was held in place by the thick metal bands that encircled Carol’s waist, upper torso above and below her breasts, joining her wide metal collar at the back. Thus, Slave Carol, the former Cal Richman, walked stiff and rigid as any body movements most certainly changed the position of the cane handle cock in what was perhaps a less than comfortable fashion.
Carol’s second post was between her legs, suspended by short chains from thigh and upper calf bands. The top of the post disappeared upwards into her pussy cleft, clearly exposed by a chromed metal chastity crotch splitter with a locking fitting that held the post in place. As Carol walked, the crotch post got most of her attention, perhaps even more than the ass probe.
If they had no other reason to attend the city’s active party schedule, most of the scene crowd usually went just to see what Delia and Ramona would be showing off that night.
Hank knew all of this, having been among those in the stunned audience when his wife insisted that he attend the first of many of these events. Hank had no doubts, even at this early stage in his training, that one of these days he would be there on display as the former Hank Rostrom, his cock and balls long gone and showing off his new pussy, tits and ass. The strangest thing for him at his moment, while Melinda flailed away at his flaming butt, was that just thinking about it made his cock swell and his balls hurt.
At some point in his continued training, Melinda decided that She might benefit in some obscure way if She trained Hank as a pony, so She harnessed him to another sort of exercise device that forced him to walk, trot and run along a track in the vast basement. Overhead was a cable with a trolley, pulled along by an electric motor. Hank, fitted out in bridle and harness, plus two pair of steel-hoofed boots on his hands and feet, was encouraged to obey his Mistress's instructions and move rapidly around the track on all Fours, Melinda's buggy whip providing additional incentives when he slowed down. The bridle, designed to hold both a fat rubber bar in his mouth and a metal bit that reached back into his throat and pressed a spiked spoon on his tongue or palette, was incredibly effective. The harness was equally onerous with a pair of rubber breast cups that were attached to his chest by suction and continuously tugged at
his nipples. The lower portions of the harness split his groin into two equal sections and supported a leather or metal pouch for his what remained of sex. The strap running between his legs held the usual penis-shaped plug up his ass and drove it deeper when the reins were pulled. Performing in this rig was difficult enough, but since his booted legs and wrists were chained as well, Hank had a hard time moving as commanded and often just crumbled in the track, dragged along by the powerful overhead cable.
Melinda solved this laxity by electrifying the track. If her slave pony deviated from the narrow path under the cable, he got a shocking reminder from the steel mesh embedded in the track. This arrangement soon settled the falling down on the job act and Hank realized that he had no choice other than to trot along in the track, responding to the whip and reins.
The gags and hoods were an additional torment for Hank. Because Melinda insisted on a very thorough tonguing at least twice a day, Hank had learned, after many ass-whippings, the special skill set required to get his tongue well up into Her pussy, alternating with Her anxious clit. When Melinda found him, as usual, lacking in the talent to accomplish what She demanded, She outfitted Hank's head with a new hood that featured a double-ended phallus. One dick went into Hank's already punished mouth and the other he had to use to pleasure Melinda's cunt and asshole.
“I want that dick of yours, such as it is,” She would chide, “all the way up my ass. I will tell you how far and how to move it. If you fail to do this properly, it's another night in the pit for you,” She ordered.
The Pit was yet another of Melinda's cruel and diabolical creations. It was little more than a hole in the cellar floor, but it was all the more terrible because She made him dig it using hand tools. Working twelve or eighteen hours a day, Hank slowly mined this cylindrical hole in the rocky floor, breaking up stones and solid rock with sledge hammer and picks, shoveling out the dirt and debris with short-handled shovel and getting the additional benefit of having to sleep in the hole at night. Explosives and a rock drill might have helped expand the hole faster, but even with them, it would have been a long, hard dig. Working alone, on reduced rations, chained like a member of some Georgia road gang, it took Hank more than two months to get the hole down a dozen feet and widened to ten feet in diameter. He worked alone, chained to the interior wall. Every day or so, Flavia, Melinda's gardener and sole remaining help, would climb down into the pit and make sure that Hank's chains were properly attached to the rocky walls somewhere just above his head. At one point, hank tried to climb out, using the chain. He almost made it, but lost his hold and fell back into the hole. When Melinda discovered this, She arranged for the chains to be even stricter, connecting his collar to the steel cage around his sex and forcing him to stay bent over. This position put an end to climbing and Hank actually wept for several nights, unable to straighten up unless he wanted to yank his already shrunken balls and cock off in the process. In hindsight, he considered that such a thing might not have been a bad idea as opposed to his later state.
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