First my wife then me

by Angela J.

Part I.

I do not want to remember my past self, but I have been ordered to

write my story, so here it goes. I grew up in a mid size town in

Texas. I had loving parents, who made sure that my early childhood was

comfortable. In fact some say that I was more than a little spoiled.

For example I was the first one in my neighborhood to get a bicycle.

Although I was never good in sports, the kids always let me play with

them since I owned the various balls. I had every thing a boy could

want. So what went wrong, you ask? Why did I turn out like this? Did

my parents raise me as a sissy? No.

Both my parents followed traditional gender roles. My dad was an

executive for a large corporation and had a very good salary. I

wouldn't say that we were rich, but we were definitely in the upper

middle class. My mom was a great housewife. Her cooking skill was

famous in my neighborhood, and our house was always clean. Both my

parents were religious and raised me to respect high morals. They

detested effeminate men and made sure that I was masculine. I was not

even allowed in the kitchen and was never asked to help clean the

house. I was a boy. So what happened, you ask? Was I always like

this?

Some kids treated me like a wimp. But that wasn't my fault. And my

father tried to help me to fight for self respect. I was small for my

age and got picked on a lot. One time I came home crying after I got

beat up by a neighborhood bully. My dad expressed great disappointment

towards my sissy behaviors and told me that I was never to cry again.

He made it clear that if I cried again, that I would no longer be his

son. I never cried in front of my dad again. Some may say that my dad

was cruel but I knew that he only wanted the best for me. At that time

I thanked my dad for making me stronger. He knew that wimps finished

last and he had high hopes for me.

My dad wanted me to follow his foot step and go to college and get a

job as an executive in a large firm. But that never happened. You see,

I could never concentrate in my studies and was always a mediocre

student at best. Therefore when I graduated from high school, I

disappointed my dad by deciding not to go to college. Is that why, you

ask? No.

After all, I wasn't a total failure. After I graduated from high

school, I started to work at a local restaurant as a waiter. Soon I

became close friends with the owner and quickly became a manager. I

made a descent salary and my life looked aright. All that was lacking

from complete happiness was a loving wife. Because of my religious

upbringing, I looked for a nice girl to marry. I wanted my future wife

to have the same high moral frame work as myself.

At first I had trouble meeting the girl of my dreams. All the girls

that I knew were either femi Nazis, sluts, or both. All the girls felt

that I was a dinosaur for wanting a virgin. Furthermore no girl wanted

to give up her career to marry a mere restaurant manager. I almost gave

up finding the girl of my dreams and almost settled on a girl that

wanted a career.

Then my dreams came true. I met Sarah two years and three months after

high school graduation. Despite the fact that Sarah was three years

older than me, she had traditional values. She was everything I wanted

in a girl. She wanted desperately to be a housewife and a mother and

had no interest in a career. But most importantly, she was a virgin.

We instantly hit it off, and married only after two months of dating.

In the beginning everything seemed wonderful. She was happy taking care

of the housework and I had a descent job as a restaurant manager. But

everything changed.

The ownership of the restaurant where I worked changed. The new owner

had a big hang up on education. Although I had more than two years of

experience of working at the restaurant and one year experience as a

manager, the owner informed me that all his managers would have to be

college graduates. I had a choice of excepting my former position as a

waiter or quit. I was so angry at this choice that I quit. You may say

that this was stupid, but consider my position. The knew owner's offer

hurt my masculine pride, so what was a guy to do?

I looked for another job but could only find jobs that paid minimum

wage. In order to keep my self respect I took the most masculine work I

could find. I worked in a warehouse loading and unloading trucks.

Carrying boxes that weighed up to fifty pounds was tough. Although my

back constantly hurt, I would not admit defeat. The other guys at work

were the tough sort, and therefore never complained about their work.

They all knew that I had a cushy up bringing and treated me like an

outsider. The fact that I could barely perform my duties didn't help

matters. I had to prove to them that I was tough as well. I had to

prove to them that I was one of them. In order to look like them, I

stopped shaving and even let my hair grow. I looked like a punk, but

also more like a tough guy.

The pay would have been OK, if I was alone but it was impossible to

support both me and my wife. I guess I could have gotten more pay if I

accepted a job as a secretary or something, but that was out of the

question. Besides, my parents helped us out at first, and other than

minor embarrassment at loosing my independence, everything was all

right. But even this did not last.

My dad retired and was on a fixed income. Suddenly my mom's health

started to fade and my parent's savings had to go to her hospital

bills. My parents were no longer able to help us out. Something had to

be done.

During diner one evening my wife and I had a talk. She volunteered to

look for a job. I was against it, but she pointed out that there was no

other way. My once submissive wife began to assert her opinions and

would not listen to my prideful orders. Finally I reluctantly agreed to

let her look for a job.

After just a couple of days of looking for a job, my wife informed me

that she found a job as a secretary in a office in the downtown area.

We were relieved when she began to bring in paychecks from her new job.

I was becoming less of a man already but told my self that it was only

temporary. I would soon find a good job and then demand my wife to

quit. In the mean while, I was relieved that my wife cared enough

about us to find a job to help out financially.

But my relief and happiness were short lived. Sarah started to work

more and more hours. Sometimes going on weekend business trips. And on

the evenings when she was home, she refused to do her wife duties. She

totally refused to cook and clean the house and her appetite for sex was

decreasing.

One night I was especially horny and demanded sex. ``You are my wife,

you are supposed to take care of the house work and perform your wife

duties in bed," I insisted.

But she refused, claiming that she was too tired. I was so angry at her

that I forced her to suck my cock. Although she usually had great

talents at performing oral sex, she did nothing to bring me off. So I

grew even more angry. I withdrew my cock from her mouth and violently

grabbed her and started to fuck her pussy. But this was also

unsatisfactory. She just laid there doing nothing to encourage me. Her

sad facial expression made me soft. To my deep shame, I pulled out my

cock without cumming.

From that day on I could not get a hard on in front of my wife. When

she realized this fact she started to ask me to perform my husband

duties in bed. She seemed to be amused by my difficulties and even

teased me about it. I was so humiliated. I tried very hard to

concentrate, but every time I tried to get a hard-on in front of her, I

remembered her sad look and could not get my cock to rise to the

occasion. I was becoming a looser. My relationship with my wife was

becoming cold. I wanted to fuck my wife but could no longer function

sexually with her.

But I still needed sexual satisfaction and since I could get none from

my wife, I needed other sources to satisfy my urges. However because of

my moral upbringing, I could not cheat on my wife. At least that is

what I told my self. Although I did not try to pick up any extra

marital pussy, I knew in my heart that I could not score. Who would want

a minimum wage earning looser. It would have been different if I was

blessed with a great body, but I was rather small and probably could not

attract many girls if I tried. Besides there was no guarantee that I

could function with other girls. Therefore during my lunch hours, I

went to a local adult video store and jacked off watching videos in

their private theaters. I felt very guilty about my daily masturbation

lunch get aways. But what could I do. I told myself, ``I am a man. I

need relief." ``My wife's sadistic teasing made it impossible for me to

perform with her." ``This is the only way I can keep myself from

cheating."

Then things went from bad to worse. Both my parents died in a car

accident. My mom and dad were gone and I only had my wife. But did I

really have her? The love between us seemed to have disappeared.

Further something strange was happening. She began to dress more and

more provocative to work. She were very short miniskirts, revealing

blouses and lots of makeup. It seemed to me that her look was

inappropriate for an office. I began to suspect that she was having an

affair behind my back. I should have confronted her directly but

decided that our relationship was to rocky at the moment. So instead I

merely asked her to quit her job. I told her that my parents' insurance

money could help us financially until I found a better job. But she

refused. When I insisted, she began to cry and claimed that she

couldn't. This really worried me. Her job was supposed to be temporary

and only necessary due to financial hardship. We now had some money

from my parents' insurance, but she still said no. No she did not say

``no" she said ``I can't." What did this mean?

In my heart I knew what that meant but denied it because I did not want

to face the reality that she was having an affair. I was so afraid of

her answer, that I did not even question her about her unusual dress

habits for work.

However I could not completely ignore her behavior. I desperately

needed to find out what was going on. Therefore one day, I decided to

follow her to her work place. I called in sick, and went out of the

house pretending to go to work. Since I did not know exactly where she

worked, I waited for her to leave.

She came out of the house wearing a short red minidress. It was made

out of latex rubber. It had a high neck and full zipper down the back.

It was very tight.

``That slut," I thought.

She got into her Toyota Tercel and began to drive. I followed her but

kept my distance in order not to be discovered. Instead of heading

towards the downtown area she drove towards a suburb city. I was

certain then, that she was cheating on me.

``That whore will pay for it," I thought.

My wife parked in front of a large two story house. She got out of her

car and went inside the house. I decided to wait outside for thirty

minutes. I wanted to catch her in the act. While waiting in my car, I

talked to my self.

````That slut," ``That whore, after all I have done for her." ``This is

how she repays me." ``I am going to kill her." ``I am going to humiliate

the slut and beat up the asshole that's fucking her." ``She will beg me

to forgive her, but I will spit on her face and demand a divorce." ``She

will cry and I will laugh." ``I will enjoy seeing her cry."

At once all my frustration came out in an overwhelming flood. My dad,

mom, job, wife, all gone. I was all alone. For the first time since my

dad warned me about crying, I began to cry. My father's words came

flashing back to my conscience. ``If you ever cry again, you will no

longer be my son." These words, instead of making me stronger, made me

cry even more. What was happening to me? It was all her fault. She

was all I had. I had no other family and no friends. And she was

cheating on me. ``How dare the slut treat me this way," I told my

self. I stopped crying and wiped my tears away.

Although I had planned to wait thirty minutes to make sure to catch

Sarah in the act, I ended up only waiting ten minutes. My emotions were

taking over and I could no longer bring my self to think rationally. As

I got out of my car, I began to cry again. I walked to the front door of

the house. I wiped my tears away. Still wanting to catch her in the

act, I tried to open the door without knocking, but the door was locked.

Out of frustration and anger I began to furiously knock on the door.

My wife answered wearing a maid's uniform. It was black with white lace

around the sleeves. She also were black heels and a white satin apron.

She had pulled down the top of the garment, completely exposing her

large breasts. I was so dumb founded by her attire that I could not

speak for a few seconds.

A man approximately my size came out of a room.

``Is it Bill and John?," the man asked in a deep voice.

I violently pushed my wife aside and headed towards the man.

``What are you doing to my wife, dick head," I yelled, and ran to him

with my fists closed for action. As I came face to face with the man,

he just looked at me with a grin on his face. Then he hit me in the

stomach. I fell to the ground.

``Get up you wimp," the man said.

I got up but could do nothing else. Overwhelming fear struck me. I

could do nothing. He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, and said, ``I

am fucking your wife, what you going to do about it."

I wanted to say, ``I am going to kill you." But I could not say

anything. I just stared at him in fear. I don't know why I just stood

there like a coward. I should have fought back. My days as a kid when

was I was picked on by bigger guys came back in my mind. Back then I

could do nothing to defend my self and even earned the nickname pussy.

But this guy was not bigger than me. Yet my memories of fear and the

terrible knots in my stomach came back to hunt me. Back then I did not

fight back hoping that the other guy would show mercy. I feared that

any action on my part would only provoke more violence towards me. But

my dad had cured me from my sissy ways by teaching me to be tough. I no

longer cried, at least not till earlier today.

My current tormentor laughed at me. ``What you going to do?" he

asked. When I did not respond, he laughed and said ``I thought so."

Instead of showing mercy towards a coward, he punched me again knocking

me out.

When I awoke, I found my self tied to a chair in a bedroom. I was

naked and my legs were spread out, each leg was tied to the front two

legs of the chair. A rope went around my waist, and my hands were tied

behind my back. My wife was standing next to me still wearing her maid

uniform. The guy that beat me up and two big muscular men were also in

the room looking at me.

``What the fuck is going on?" I asked. `` Where is my clothing?" I was

embarrassed by the fact that these men could see my small cock, but I

was more afraid than ashamed. ``What are you going to do to me?"

``So this is the slut's husband," said one of the tall muscular man.

``Did the punk give you any problems, Steve?"

``No, he was a total sissy, didn't even fight back," the guy that beat

me up answered.

At that all the men laughed.

``Let me go please," I said. I should have demanded. But I was totally

vulnerable. The smaller guy alone beat me up, and now there were two

bigger guys with him. Further I was tied to a chair. Helpless as a

baby. Naked as a baby. Why was I naked? Were they going to rape me?

I didn't know how perverted these assholes were. I begged again

``please." ``I won't cause any trouble." I knew that my wife was

watching me. I was totally humiliating my self in front of her. How

could I look her in the eyes again? Would I still be a man in her

eyes? I decided to be strong. ``Look assholes, let me go and I won't

press any charges against you."

The muscular man that had been silent so far, came towards me and

kicked me in the stomach. I could not breathe. A tear formed in my

eye. I fought hard not to cry, but one of them noticed my single tear.

``He is a sissy aright," laughed the small man named Steve.

The silent muscular man kicked me in the stomach again. He didn't even

wait until I caught my breath. During the entire event, my wife just

stood still like a statute. She did not even ask the men to leave me

alone. Because of the shortness of breath, all I could say was ``stop."

``Or what?" Steve asked.

``Please." I begged. As far as I was concerned I was begging for my

life. Although the feeling of shame was deep, my fear was deeper. My

wife looked at me in disgust. How dare she. It was all her fault. She

should know that I was no match against these bastards. What was I

supposed to do?

``What will you do if I tell my friend to stop kicking you," Steve,

asked.

I thought quickly. I will give an answer that a brave, but cunning man

would give. Give in a little and wait to fight when the odds are a

little better. ``I will leave here and I won't even call the police," I

responded.

``Not good enough," said Steve. He nodded to one of his friends. One

of the muscular man kicked me again. I did not know what to do. I

could not breathe. My entire body was in tremendous pain. My life was

in danger. Humiliation or no, I had to do anything to survive. After

catching my breath, I bowed my head and said, ``What do you want from

me."

Steve laughed and whispered something to his friends and to my wife.

`Tell everyone what a sissy you are," he ordered. I couldn't. It was

too much. All my life I ran away from that label and now this jerk was

ordering to me to tell everyone that I was a sissy. He nodded to his

friend again. I was terrified. Without thinking, I yelled, ``I am a

sissy."

Everyone laughed, including Sarah. Despite my attempts to control

myself, I started to cry. Steve seemed satisfied by my behavior. He

ordered my wife to untie me. At least my nightmare was over. They were

going to let me go. Yes, I was humiliated and I surrendered

unconditionally, but few other men could have done otherwise when faced

with the same situation.

After my wife untied me, I looked for my clothing. My underwear,

shirt, and jeans were located near the bed in the room. I started

towards my clothing, but was stopped by the two muscular men. I looked

at Steve with a puzzled expression. ``I told you I won't cause any

problems", I said.

``You deserve punishment for being such a sissy," Steve said.

Steve turned to Sarah and ordered, ``Prepare to shave the sissy's entire

body, except her hair on her head and her eye brows. Sarah walked out

of the bedroom. I was flabbergasted. Finding myself naked and tied to

a chair was weird enough. But this was beyond weird. There was no way

they were going to shave my body. And he refereed to me as a ``she".

What the hell was this jerk up to? I quickly started towards my

clothing again, but one of the silent muscular man easily pushed me

away.

``Please," I said out of fear. ``Let me go." ``You can have my wife."

Each muscular men grabbed one of my arms. I was trapped. I felt more

scared that moment than ever before in my life. My entire body became

limp. Between sobs, I asked ``What are you planning to do to me?" But

no one answered.

My wife came back with a pink razor, shaving cream, a bowl of water and

a towel. She came towards me. I tried to moved away, but the two

muscular men held me in place. I pleaded with my wife, but she just

approached me with the razor and the shaving cream.

Steve looked in my eyes and said, ``If you don't stand still we are

going to cut your small excuse for a dick off."

I knew that this sadistic bastard might actually go through with his

threat. Needless to say I stayed sill. Even as the two muscular men

let go of me, and my wife proceeded to shave my face, I stood still

shivering with shame and fear. My body hair disappeared next. After

all my body hair was gone.

Steve said ``you stink, go take a bath." This was apparently funny to

the men in the room, for they seemed unable to stop laughing. I, on the

other hand, failed to see any humor in his statement.

My wife took my hand and gently led me to the bathroom. The three men

followed us out of the bed room but stayed out side of the bathroom.

Sarah closed the bathroom door behind us.

This was my first opportunity alone with Sarah. ``You got to help me," I

whispered fearing that the men would hear us.

``I can't," she said.

Her answer angered me so much that I forgot about being quiet. ``You

fucking slut, what you mean you can't help me?"

Sarah looked deeply ashamed of herself but did not reply to my

questioning. She merely turned on the water and filled the bathtub with

it.

``What are you doing with these bastards anyway, you cunt." ``Answer me

you fucking slut." I threatened.

She did not reply. She added a pink liquid soap that created bubbles.

``You better take a bath or they will beat you up some more," she said.

Fear came back to me. I knew that these guys could end up killing me

or worse, so I went into the tub and started to scrub my self with the

bubble water. The water had a sweet scent which my body absorbed.

``I thought you were working in an office," I asked in low whisper.

`` I was," she answered in a quiet voice. ``I answered an ad looking for

a secretary." `` When I arrived at the interview, Steve asked for my

previous experiences." ``I told him that I was a house wife and had no

prior experiences as a secretary." ``He then looked at my body and asked

what my sexual experiences were." ``I was dumbfounded, but we needed

money, so I told him that you were the only man that I ever slept with."

``He smiled and gave me the job." ``At first it was just an ordinary

secretary job." ``But soon, Steve asked me to wear sexy clothing to

work." ``Since we needed the money, I agreed. ``He then started to ask

me to go on weekend trips with him." `` I agreed." ``We needed the

money." ``On one of these trips he seduced me." ``It first started with

just innocent patting and kissing and then he made love to me."

``You are nothing but a whore," I said, `` When I get out of this place,

I am going to divorce you so fast..." I started to sob as Sarah finished

her story.

``I didn't like at first, but he is so much bigger than you where it

counts, and he knows how to use it." ``You were the only one before him,

I didn't know what I was missing." ``One day I made the mistake of

telling him how much I liked sex with him." ``That is when he began to

humiliate me and forced me to have sex with other men." ``It seems that

Steve belongs to a male organization that likes to turn pure women into

sluts."

``You took all this from them," I said, ``You fucking cunt."

Sarah closed her eyes showing an expression of desire that I never saw

before. ``It felt good," she said, ``Its strange, but I liked being a

submissive." ``Now I obey every one of Steve's commands." ``When I told

Steve that you were impotent, he ordered me to demand sex from you and

to tease you."

I could not believe that my wife had betrayed my deepest secret. I

couldn't even respond to her story. I was dumbfounded.

``What's taking you two so long." came Steve's voice from outside the

bathroom.

``Hurry and finish up," Sarah said. She handed me a towel. I dried my

self and was amazed at how soft and silky my hairless body felt.

Steve opened the bathroom door. ``Come-on, what's taking so long." ``Get

out here at this moment."

We did as ordered. Steve asked my wife what went on in there. To my

shock, Sarah told him everything.

``What did the sissy call you?," asked Steve.

``He called me a fucking slut and a fucking cunt," she answered.

``Oh did he really," Steve smiled. ``Go to the bedroom, both of you."

I no longer had any strength or will to fight. My wife had betrayed my

deepest secret. It seemed to me nothing else could happen to make my

life any worse. I did not know how wrong I was.

We went to the bedroom as ordered, and Steve and the two muscular men

followed. Steve, without looking at me or my wife ordered my wife to

take her clothing off. She took the maid dress off and then removed her

flowery panties, bra and her red high heels. Out of fear I did and said

nothing.

``Put the panties on sissy," Steve said.

``Who me?" I asked.

Steve punched my stomach. ``From now on you do as you are told without

any lip understand."

I nodded. This was crazy. But putting on Sarah's panties was better

than getting hit again. Besides, I felt that I lost all my pride

already. My former self would have never worn women's underwear. But

that self seemed much weaker. I put the panties on. I felt ridiculous

and blushed.

``Put on the bra and the maid's uniform," said Steve.

I obeyed this time without uttering a word. Using and humiliating my

wife was not enough for these bastards, they had to humiliate me too. I

began to get angry again, and was able to shake off the effect of my

wife's ultimate betrayal a little. I was still shocked, but recovered

enough of my senses to think about ways to get back some of my pride.

I would someday get back at them. I would escape and tell the police.

``Something doesn't look right, no boobs," said Steve, ``We will do

something about that."

I didn't know what he was talking about, but dared not to ask any

questions. If only I was more of a man and stood up to these assholes.

``No, standing up to these assholes now would only get me hurt," I

thought. I would act like I was defeated. And when they least

expected, I would escape and get my revenge.

``Put on the high heels."

I once again obeyed. Keeping my balance became very difficult.

Sensing my difficulties, Sarah proceeded to instruct me on how to walk

in the dammed shoes. I learned quickly to take small steps and to

gyrate my butt. My tormentors seemed amused. My wife then instructed

me on how to make feminine gestures. Steve told me to pay close

attention and practice or he would punch me again. I obeyed. After

couple of hours of practicing to be feminine, Steve declared that I was

doing fine.

``Now fix the bitch's face." ordered Steve to my wife. My wife lead me

to a vanity table and plucked my eyebrows. This worried me, since it

was somewhat permanent, and it would be difficult to hide. But I was

determined to catch my tormentors off guard so I did not complain. She

instructed me on how to put make up on my face. I applied first

foundation, then mascara, then rouge, and then lipstick according to

Sarah's instructions. After my face was done I painted my finger nails

and toe nails with a red paint. I also sprayed perfume in my chest area

and behind my ears. Finally my wife fixed my long black hair in a

feminine hair do.

Steve produced a document and ordered me to sign. He said that it was

a document giving him the power of attorney over all my affairs. When I

refused to sign, the two muscular men came towards me. They were going

to hit me. I signed before they got a chance. I didn't want to give

them the satisfaction of hitting me again. Besides I knew that the

document would be no good since it was signed under duress. All I had

to do was to get out of there and tell the police what happened.

``Hey slut go lie in the bed and spread your legs." Steve said to my

wife. My wife obeyed. ``You called your wife a fucking slut and a

fucking cunt." ``Well we will show you what a slut she is." ``You stand

there in the corner and watch us fuck your wife."

All three men got undressed and took turns fucking my wife. She seemed

to enjoy it tremendously. Sarah never moaned like that when we had

sex. While the men had their way with my wife, I stood there like an

idiot in a maid's dress. I was indeed a sissy.

After they were done fucking my wife, one of the muscular man went out

of the room and returned with a jar. The jar contained white substance

in it. He opened the jar and gave it to Sarah. She got up and placed

the jar on the ground. She then crouched directly on top of the jar as

is if she was going to take a pee. But instead of urine, the cum of the

three men came out of her pussy and into the jar. One of the muscular

man took the jar and closed it and took it out of the room.

Steve said, ``I hope you enjoyed the show." After the muscular man

returned, Steve and his friends talked amongst themselves out of my ear

shot.

``Lets go," said Steve loudly. The two muscular men grabbed me and

dragged me out of the room and into the living room area. Then they

proceeded to drag me towards the front door. I thought that they were

going to kick me out.

``My clothing," I said.

They ignored me and continued to drag me out of the house.

Part II.

``At least I will be free," I thought. ``I will head straight to the

police station." ``No I will change first then head to the police

station."

But the men did not let me go, when we were outside. Instead they

dragged me inside the back of a van that was parked in the driveway of

the house. Few minutes later Steve came out of the house with my wife.

He sat in the driver seat and my wife sat next to him. She were her red

minidress. He turned to his to companions and claimed that all the

arrangements had been made at the clinic.

Steve's statement scared me. What did he mean by clinic. I would have

protested but my stomach still hurt from the punching, therefore I just

sat there silently. We drove for about a mile. We stopped in front of a

small white building. The two muscular men dragged me into the

building. Steve and my wife followed us in.

From the equipments inside, I could tell that we were in a small

hospital. I began to panic. There were many devices in this

establishment that could be used for torture. I knelt on the floor, and

begged for my life. ``Steve, please let me go, I will do anything."

A man in a white coat came from another room. ``Can't you keep the

subject quiet," said the man in an annoyed voice.

Steve yelled, ``shut up, and nothing terrible will happen."

``So this is the subject," the man in a white coat said as he looked at

me, the coward still kneeling on the floor. ``Get up and take your

clothing off."

I gladly obeyed for being naked was better than wearing the feminine

clothing.

``Lay her on the bed with her stomach down." ordered the man in the

white coat.

Before I could react, the two muscular men lifted me up and put me on a

bed and held me there. I was laying with my stomach down, so I could

not see what was happening. I pleaded with all of them. I begged them

again and again not to torture me. Then I suddenly felt a needle in my

butt and began to slowly loose consciousness. At first I was relieved,

they could not torture me if I fall asleep. Then I began imagine what

they would do to me while I slept with my butt facing up. Fears of rape

returned, but my thoughts slowly faded into nothingness as I fell into a

deep sleep.

When I woke up I felt a heaviness in my chest area. I looked down and

saw huge breasts! I panicked, they had given me tits! What's more my

tits were bigger than my wife's! I didn't know what to do. I simply

closed my eyes hoping that when I opened them again that my tits would

be gone. But when I opened my eyes again my tits were still there! I

used my hands to explore my new breasts and was amazed at how sensitive

they were. My nipples actually began to harden from my touch! I yelled

out in frustration.

But my voice was gone. In its place was a very feminine pitched

voice. I quickly moved my hands to cover my mouth and noticed how much

fuller my lips were.

``Your lips are now perfect for sucking dick," came Steve's voice from

across the room.

``You bastard," I said. A fear came to mind. What else did they do to

me. My mind suddenly went to my crotch area. I sat up and looked and

saw that I still had my dick and balls. I was at least relieved by it.

At least my boobs could be surgically removed. I was not sure whether

my dick and balls could have been restored if I had lost them.

``You have been recovering for a week," stated Steve. ``The doctor gave

you tits, padded your butt, changed your vocal chords and made some

minor adjustments to your face." ``Plus two capsules were inserted in

your body that will release strong female hormones for the rest of your

life."

I was horrified.

``I know what your thinking," said Steve. ``How am I going to pay for

these surgeries?" ``Don't worry your pretty little head, I loaned you

the money." ``You will pay me back once your house is sold." ``Yes, I put

your house for sale, you won't need it anymore." ``You and your wife

will be our organization's little toys and will live in our club

house." ``Won't that be fun?"

As his statements began to sink in, I could do nothing but cry.

The two muscular men and Sarah came into the room. One of the man

moved forwards as if to hit me. Fear struck me and I begged not be hit.

``Say thank you," said Steve.

``What," I said.

``Thank me for giving you a new life, or do you want some punishment?"

stated Steve.

I swallowed my pride and thanked them for what they had done to me.

``By the way we allowed you to keep your balls and small dick for now,"

said Steve, ``But you disobey us and we will come back to this clinic do

you understand."

I nodded with fear.

My wife helped me out of the bed. I felt so weak. My new body was so

strange. Sarah lead me to a bathroom in the clinic and ordered me to

take a bath. I noticed that I no longer had any hair on my body,

probably due to the hormones. As I took my bath in the scented water, I

once again pleaded with my wife to help me. But she did not even

reply. After I dried off, my wife instructed me to put on a pink panty

and bra set, I did so without complaining. Then I was told to put on

make up. I did so without her help. Finally she helped me to fix my

hair. Just a few months back I was on the top of the world. I had a

descent a job and a loving wife. But now...

My wife left me alone in the bathroom for a while, which allowed me to

contemplate my situation. Just a week ago I was a normal male, now I had

a big butt and breasts. My long black hair was femininely cut. My face

was changed too. My nose was smaller and my lips were fuller. I had a

feminine voice and my body was receiving female hormones. I did not

recognize my former self in the mirror, I was a beautiful girl. Only my

dick and balls suggested that I was a male. But tucked away in my pink

panties, my tiny male organs were almost invisible..

To all that would see me, I would appear as a girl. What's more, I was

more beautiful than my wife! My former self would have never been able

to score with a girl as beautiful as the one in the mirror. I only

daydreamed about such gorgeous girls. Previously, I had only seen a

nude girl with such a perfect body and face in a X rated movie. Never

in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I would become such a girl.

Especially one so sexy. I knew that with my knew body that I could

easily become a sensational star of an adult movie. Seducing any man

would be easy. I cried in horror. I did not just shed a tear but broke

out in sobs. I wanted to die and contemplated suicide. I looked in the

bathroom cabinet and found some sleeping pills. But my religious up

bringing prevented me from taking them. I knew that suicide would damm

me into an eternity of hell. Even a life time of hell was better than

an eternity of hell, so I decide against suicide.

Few minutes later, my wife returned with a dress, pantyhose, and high

heel shoes. She first told me to fix my make up again. I did so. I

put on the white pantyhose as instructed. And then my wife offered me

the dress. It was white with red and yellow flowers all over it. The

shoes were white pumps. Just a week ago, I had never even thought about

wearing even women's pants, and now here I was about to put on a dress.

And worse yet, I had a body that would look absolutely perfect in a

dress! I wore the dress and the shoes. My wife, then handed me the

following: a pair of golden hooped earrings, a pair of bracelets, and a

necklace. This was the first time that I noticed that my ears had been

pierced. I put on the jewelry as instructed. My former self never were

jewelry except a watch. But now everything was different.

When we exited the bathroom, the men whistled and smiled with

approval. One of the muscular man actually had a hard-on. I couldn't

help but notice the big disgusting cock straining against his pants.

``I see that you are staring at my friend's cock," said Steve. ``Do you

want it?"

``NO" I yelled. I was furious even at the mention of such things.

Steve smiled, ``Lets see, you called your wife a fucking slut and a

fucking cunt." ``Well we decided to make you a fucking slut and if you

don't behave a fucking cunt."

I was afraid of what he was saying. Was he going to make me suck off

the muscular guy. Worse yet, he was threatening to cut off my dick. I

would do anything to keep my manhood.

``Please don't cut my dick off," I begged.

``That will depend on your behavior," he said. ``Time to go."

The two men escorted me back into the back part of the van. It was

strange walking around in my new body. My tits jiggled and my butt

gyrated. Sarah sat in the front passenger seat and Steve drove.

After few minutes of driving, we arrived at the adult video store that

I used to frequent during my lunch hours. Steve turned back to me

handed me some money.

``Go in there and buy the biggest dildo you can find and a copy of

playgirl," Steve said.

I couldn't believe what he was telling me to do. This was too much. ``I

can't," I said. ``I have been in here before, the store clerk may

recognize me."

``I knew she that was a slut," said one of the muscular man.

``If you don't do as I say we will go back to the clinic," threatened

Steve.

His threat hit home, I had to keep my penis at all cost. ``No not that,"

I begged.

``Then go in there."

I grabbed the money and went into the adult store. Immediately all

dozen or so males in the establishment turned to look at me. The

magazine section was in the back section of the store, so I had to walk

to the back. All the male eyes followed my skirted bottom as I walked.

The men must have enjoyed seeing my butt sway back and forth as I

walked.

I found a copy of playgirl magazine and grabbed it and headed back

towards the front. As I walked one man grabbed his crotch in a

suggestive manner and winked at me. My face turned bright red. I

quickly looked away. My behavior seemed to encourage the man instead of

discouraging him. He started to move towards me.

The fact that a pretty girl would come to an adult movie store must

have peeked his interests. And the fact that I blushed and looked away

added to the intrigue. Making me seem somehow more feminine. To his

eyes I must have seemed like a reluctant slut. Reluctant to show my

true self. But with encouragement, someone that would explode with

bottled up sexual intensity. I cringed at the knowledge that this man

and all the other males in the store wanted to be the one to fuck the

hell out of me.

I ran towards the display case in the front, hoping to get out of the

store as quickly as possible. As I ran my tits bounced uncontrollably.

My new breasts felt strange, sensitive, and to my shame, pleasurable.

When I arrived at the counter I began looking for a dildo. The clerk

looked at me and smiled, ``you must really be horny to run like that."

``What," I said.

``You just can't wait to cram a dildo up your pussy, can you," he said.

``You know, you don't need plastic, I can give you the real thing."

I ignored him. The dildos were inside a glass display case near the

cash register. I had to ask for one of them.

I just wanted to crawl away and die at that moment. But I knew that I

had to go through with this ordeal to save my penis. I convinced myself

that it was not that bad. ``At least the store clerk did not recognize

me", I thought.

``I want this magazine and a dildo please," I said in a very quiet

voice.

``I can't hear you," said the clerk.

In frustration, I yelled. ``I want this playgirl magazine and a dildo."

I could feel all the men's eyes on my big skirted ass.

``Which dildo?," asked the clerk

``The big one," I said, my head bowed in shame.

I paid for the magazine and the dildo and walked as quickly as I could

to van. We drove back to the two story club house. Once inside the

house, one of the muscular men, retrieved a video camera. He began to

take pictures of me.. Steve ordered me to strip. ``Will the humiliation

never end", I thought. I began to take my clothing off quickly, but

Steve ordered me to strip tease the men. I followed his instructions. I

was terribly ashamed. All three men got a hard-on from watching, and

the worst part was that my wife also saw my shame. I knew that I could

never again be a man in her eyes.

After I took off all my clothing, Steve handed me the issue of the

playgirl.

``Look at the pictures and then start rubbing your private parts," Steve

ordered.

``I can't," I said. ``Please, haven't you done enough?" ``I..."

``Back to the clinic?" Steve asked.

``No," I said and followed Steve's instructions. I began by touching my

breasts as I turned the pages. The feel excited me but the thought of

actually getting excited while looking at pictures of naked men

disgusted me. I wanted run away. I looked at Sarah for support but got

none from her. She even mouthed a silent, ``enjoy."

Steve then handed me the dildo and told me to lick it. I again

protested.

``I guess she wants real cock," said one of the muscular man.

Not wanting to lick a real cock, I began to lick the dildo. I was then

instructed to suck on it. I did so. However it was so big, I could

only get the head of the dildo in my mouth. During this entire ordeal

the muscular man with the video camera continued to film me. My fear

that I would become a star of a X rated movie was becoming a reality.

Now shove that thing in your ass as far as it goes. I reluctantly

obeyed. I had to tell myself that I was doing this in order to save my

penis. It hurt like hell and I told Steve so.

``Relax your muscles girl," Steve said. I tried and it felt a little

better. But it still hurt.

``Now turn the page and start fucking yourself with it." I once again

obeyed. I thrust the dildo up my ass again and again. Despite my

efforts not to be turned on by this activity I got excited from the

fucking. If it wasn't for the female hormone in my body, I probably

would have had a hard-on. But instead I was feeling for the first time

in my life, feminine pleasures. Pleasures that can only be derived from

being fucked. I could not control myself and began to moan with

pleasure.

``She likes the dildo," said the man with the camera.

``No she likes the pictures of the naked men," said the other muscular

man.

They all laughed, even my wife. I came from dildo fucking myself.

John turned to the man without the camera and said something. The

muscular man left the room for a while. He returned with the jar full

of cum that my wife had filled earlier. He opened the jar and place it

near me.

``I was saving that for your wife, but I think we will give it to you

instead," Steve said, ``Dunk the dildo into jar and lick the cum."

``No," I said. This was the final straw. There was no way that they

were going to make me lick cum. I wasn't going to do it.

The muscular man began to unzip his pants. ``She wants to drink from

the tap."

``No please," I said.

``Then do as I say," said Steve.

I dunk the dildo into the jar and then licked the salty liquid.

``Look at the camera and look like you are enjoying it," ordered Steve.

I smiled seductively as I dunk the dildo back into the jar and licked

it clean once more. I repeated this humiliating act three more times.

Each time making eye contact with the camera. Each time getting more

and more used to the taste of sperm.

``Now drink the entire thing from the jar."

I hated my self for lacking the guts to fight these men, but gave up

and I gulped the cum down. I even licked the jar clean. Even in X

rated movies, I never saw such perverted acts as mine. I was acting

like a first class slut. However despite all I had done, my ordeal was

apparently not over. For as soon as I finished licking the last drop of

cum, Steve announced new plans.

``Now to the hotel," said Steve. I did not know what this meant but

dressed quickly in my white dress. The men forced me into the van once

again. I took comfort in the fact, that at least for the time being, I

was not forced to do anything humiliating. The incidents of the day had

made me very tired. As I sat in the back of the van I began to feel

sleepy. I thought back to what had happened so far, I got a feminine

body, was forced to fuck myself with a dildo, and was forced to eat cum

out of a jar. I fell asleep from mental exhaustion.

In what seemed like few minutes later ,we arrived at a hotel. Steve

rented a big room on the sixth floor. After we got into our room, Steve

ordered my wife to take everything off except her panties. She did so.

``Now go downstairs and tell the clerk that you locked yourself out and

ask him to open the door for you," ordered Steve to my wife. Sarah left

the room wearing only her panties. I was actually happy that Sarah was

apparently being humiliated instead of me. ``Oh, how my life has

changed," I thought.

Few minutes later I heard the clerk and my wife outside of the hotel

room. The clerk turned the door knob.

``The door is open, it wasn't even locked," said the clerk

Steve addressed the clerk, ``I am sorry, this girl is a slut and

obviously she was playing games with you." ``She will pay for her

silliness." ``Now go pay the clerk."

My wife went to the clerk and kissed him in the mouth. She then

dropped to her knees and undid the clerk's zipper. She took out his

cock and sucked on it. Few minutes later, he came and she swallowed his

cum. She licked his cock clean and then put it back into his pants.

``Was that satisfactory payment for your troubles?," asked Steve.

``Yes sir," answered the clerk with a smile. He then left the room.

Steve turned to me, ``Now your turn."

``What," I said. ``The clerk will know that the door is not locked."

``Please don't make me do this."

``You want to go back to the clinic?," Steve asked.

``No," I answered meekly.

``Then go to it girl," Steve ordered. ``By the way the clerk better be

happy with your performance or off to the clinic we go."

I took off all of my clothing except my panties. I was amazed that no

sign of my manhood was present. The panty was flat as if I had a

pussy. The female hormones must have shrunken my already small penis.

I went out into hall area. Someone might see me dressed like this, I

thought. My heart pounded so fast that I thought I would have a heart

attack. Luckily no one was in the hall area. I quickly went to the

elevator, my tits bouncing up and down, as I walked. I pushed the

button to go down to the main lobby area. I hoped that no one would see

me dressed in only in my pink panties.

The elevator door suddenly opened on the fifth floor, and there was a

man. He looked shocked. Fortunately he seemed rather embarrassed to

see me wearing nothing but panties, and he actually looked away and

downwards. I was thankful that this man was modest. He came into the

elevator and pushed the button for the lobby. As the elevator went

down, the awkward silence between me and the man became obvious. I was

ashamed to contemplate about what this man was thinking of me.

The main lobby was empty except for an elderly couple and two clerks.

The clerk that was in our room was telling his coworker about his

earlier adventure. I walked to the clerks.

``I have locked my self out of my room, could one of you please open the

door for me?," I said.

``I will" both men replied at the same time and began to debate.

``You already had your fun now its my turn," said one.

``I have worked here longer therefore I have priority," said the other.

I looked over at the elderly couple and saw the man smiling. The woman

glared at me with a disgusted expression. ``More people might come to

the lobby", I thought. I need to get out of here as quickly as

possible, and these idiots were busy arguing about who was going

upstairs with me.

``You can both come upstairs," I said.

They seemed very happy at my suggestion and followed me to the

elevator. No one was in the elevator this time.

``You are very naughty," said one clerk to me.

I was quickly becoming a slut in everyone's eyes and there was nothing

I could do. I just ignored him. No one was in the hallway and we

quickly went to our room.

When we went inside, Steve looked shocked.

``Two of you?" asked Steve.

``The lady asked both of us both to cum upstairs," one clerk answered.

Steve looked at me and smiled. I looked away in shame. These idiots

made it sound like I actually asked the both of them to service me.

I knew what I had to do to save my dick and balls. So without waiting

for orders, I went towards the clerk that was sucked by my wife and

began to kiss him. His tongue thrust in my mouth. I was repulsed but

remembered Steve's threat so I thrust my tongue gently back into his

mouth. Our tongues danced in each other's mouth. His hands grabbed my

tits. The other clerk moved behind me and began to fondle my pantied

ass with his big hands. Despite my repulsion I felt pleasure from

having my tits and ass handled by masculine hands. I couldn't moaning.

I was actually getting turned on! I became afraid that these male

hands might actually make me cum. How can I live with myself, if I let

my self get sexual fulfillment from two males. I had to act quickly and

bring these guys off so I can end this ordeal. There was only one way,

that I could stop these idiots from man handling me. Despite the

disgust at what I had to do, I knew that I had to bring these guys off,

if I wanted the men to stop touching me.

I dropped to my knees and opened the zipper of the guy who was sucked

off by my wife. I took his cock out and massaged it with my right

hand. It was shameful to know that I was actually handling the same

cock that my wife sucked just minutes before. In a way I was sharing a

cock with my wife. Without letting go the cock in my right hand I took

out the other clerk's cock with my left hand. I simultaneously

masturbated both cocks in my hand for two minutes. But neither men

seemed to reach orgasm. I knew that I had to suck cock. I told myself

that I would do it to save my penis.

I held both cocks by their base and began to suck on each cock. I

alternated between the cocks. I licked the heads of the cocks as I

sucked. The first clerk's cock was slightly bigger and it tasted a

little saltier. If I sucked off these men's cocks again I could

probably tell which cock belonged to which man even without looking. My

growing knowledge of these men's private parts disturbed me. I did my

best to bring these guys off in order to please Steve. I hoped that if

I did what I was told, Steve would finally let me go. One then the

other guy came in my mouth and I gulped down their cum. I then licked

each cock clean and placed them back into their pants.

``Thank the gentlemen for participating in your naughty games, Angela,"

said Steve.

I figured that Angela was my new name and thanked the two clerks for

letting me suck their cocks.

The clerks smiled. ``You are a better cocksucker than the other girl,"

said the one that my wife and I sucked off."

Sarah started to laugh aloud. The clerks looked puzzled.

Steve looked at me and said, ``She gets a lot of practice." ``Tell the

men how much you like sucking cocks."

I wanted the clerks out of the room. I could no longer look at them in

their eyes. Somehow I felt inferior. Me, inferior to hotel clerks! ``I

love sucking cocks," I said timidly. Satisfied, Steve hurriedly ushered

the clerks out of the room.

``Good girl," said Steve. ``Due to your good behavior, I forgive you for

insulting me and my friends." ``But you insulted Sarah as well." ``You

called her a fucking cunt." ``For that she has the option of making you

a fucking cunt."

Steve was going to allow my wife to choose. If she wanted she could

end my torment. So far she had betrayed me, but this time... Another

betrayal meant that I would loose my penis. I looked at my wife, but

she did not say anything.

``Please forgive me Sarah," I said to my wife. ``I love you."

She turned to Steve and asked, ``what will make you happy?"

``You know what will make me happy, honey" said Steve.

``Please," I said crying for mercy.

She thought for a second. and then said, ``Turn her into a fucking

cunt."

Steve smiled with approval. I screamed and ran for the hotel room

door.

But before I could get away, the two muscular men grabbed me. One of

them injected me with a sleep inducer and I became unconscious.

I woke up in the bedroom in the club house. I was alone in the room. I

had nothing on. My first thought was my dick and balls. I had to

check, but my boobs blocked the view. I tried to get up, but discovered

that I was tied to the bed. The rope that tied my hands allowed some

movement, so I touched my private area. I did not find a dick or

balls. Instead I found a pussy! In disbelief, I inserted and finger.

My finger easily penetrated my pussy.

Suddenly the door swung open. Steve and my wife walked in.

``Can't wait to play with your pussy I see," said Steve

``How do you feel Angela?" my wife asked.

``What do you think, you fucking cunt, you gave me a pussy," I said.

Steve laughed at me. ``Yes now you are cunt too, but not a fucking one

yet." ``We will soon solve that."

I begged Steve and my wife to spare me the final humiliation. But they

just laughed.

My wife untied me from the bed. Perhaps they changed their mind.

Perhaps they would allow me to leave. They took me into the living

room. My hopes fell. In the living room there were some twenty or so

men. They were all watching the video tape of me playing with the

dildo.

``Meet the entire gentlemen's club, Angela," said Steve. ``You called

your wife a fucking cunt, and she is." ``In fact I made her that way."

``But I decided to make you more of fucking cunt than your wife." ``You

will do something she has never done before." ``You will be fucked by

the entire club at one time."

I screamed and kicked. But there were too many men. They grabbed me.

Their big hands touched every part of my body. Hands felt my butt and

my tits. Fingers were inserted in my anus and my pussy. Despite my

mental rebellion, my body responded with great pleasure. Between forced

moans, I pleaded the men to stop. Suddenly they did. I looked at them

with new hopes. However my hopes did not last long.

``Me first," said Steve. The men held me in place while Steve

undressed. He approached me and poised his cock for penetration. He

first inserted slowly the head of his cock in my pussy. It hurt a bit.

He then inserted his entire cock. I was being fucked. I had a pussy

that was stuffed with cock.. My wife was right, Steve had an enormous

cock. He started to fuck me hard. He thrust his cock in and out.

Although he was the first man to fuck me, I knew that he was very

good. It felt wonderful. I had my first female orgasm with Steve. I

cried out with pleasure more loudly than ever before. Steve came inside

of me soon afterwards. After Steve discharged into my pussy he

withdrew. A part of me was glad that it was over, but another part of

me wanted more cock. I started to understand why my wife was so willing

to obey any of Steve's commands. He was an excellent fucker. A part of

me wanted to be totally submissive, to surrender completely to feminine

desires.

The two muscular men were next. One inserted his cock in my mouth

while the other fucked my pussy. Being double fucked by these muscle

men felt great, but part of me was still able to rebel. I had another

orgasm but it wasn't as fulfilling as the one I had with Steve. After

both men discharged their loads in my body, I begged the club to let me

go. I even pleaded with my wife again. But my ordeal continued.

Other men got into the action. Every hole in my body were filled at

the same time. Even my hands had cocks in them. At first I did not

cooperate. But soon, I began to feel great pleasure again. Despite my

shame and upbringing, I started to enjoy myself tremendously. I had

orgasm after orgasm. The part of me that hated what was happening faded

completely. My former self vanished, and in his place was a submissive

slut. From that point on, I knew that I would do anything to please

men. I worked hard to bring the men off. When a cock came in my mouth,

pussy, ass, or my hands, it was replaced by another cock. Cock after

cock satisfied every one of mine feminine urges. Soon I began to beg

the men to fuck me forever. The fucking continued for hours until every

member of the club came two or three times. When it was over I laid

down on a sofa, exhausted.

My former wife came to me and asked, ``Did you enjoy yourself, Angela?"

I answered with sincerity, ``Yes, thank you Sarah for making me a

fucking cunt."