I Didnt Know Pt 02

I could not see, or hear, but I could feel my entire head encased in some sort of sensory deprivation device...

My eyes were open, as wide as can be, but I could not see anything, but blackness; and when I tried to cry out for help, I was denied by something long and rubbery fixed deep into my mouth, and I felt I was on the verge of swallowing it.

Through it, I could breathe only through my nose, slowly and carefully inhaling and exhaling as I found an easy rhythm and the initial panic subdued.

I tried to move my arms and legs, but could not. They felt restrained, pressured, and held useless, and I realized then that I was definitely sitting in a chair. It was a high chair, I realized, too, as my feet dangled, and I could not reach the floor, and they were bent downward, like a ballerina, locked in an arch in some sort of constrictive pair heels.

My breathing began to labor...

I wiggled my arms, and felt them immobile, restrained to the armrests of this chair I sat in, constricted by straps, I imagined.

As I struggled, I shifted my hips, and suddenly felt something large and unnatural filling my asshole, making me feel engorged from within...

Then, as if timing the awareness of my predicament, I heard a soft, motherly voice whisper into my ears:

"Program initializing... Training will begin in 3...2...1... Welcome... Bethany."

Bethany? I thought. Who the hell was Bethany?

Then, a screen inside the headgear illuminated before my eyes, blinding me. I wasn't blindfolded so much as the contraption covering my eyes was a visual monitor.

My eyes adjusted to the light as a video began to play. My blinded eyes suddenly widened, completely aghast as the video playing was of a video of myself...

It was from an above point of view, like a medical procedure being filmed, and I was lying naked and unconscious on a slab table, unshackled and unmoving as if I were dead.

Four women surrounded me, all dressed in white latex body suits and masks, with red skull and bones crosses on their uniforms as if they were some sort of dominatrix nurses.

I watched, trying to calm my breathing, as one was rubbing a heavy cream into my skin, covering every inch of my body except for the hair on my head.

The others were at my hands and feet, painting my toenails and fingernails with a cherry red nail polish. They were quiet, and fast.

Watching this, I wanted to scream, but the thick bulb filling my mouth prevented me from crying for help.

The robotic voice spoke softly, enlightening:

"This is you, Bethany dear, four hours ago..."

This was surreal! This had already happened. They, whoever they were, were doing this to me while I was unconscious.

Presently, I began to writhe, and struggling, yanking vigorously in the chair, but the straps kept irrevocably in place as I was being forced to watch what they did to me...

I continued to watch as the women walked off camera from the video, leaving me covered in cream and freshly painted nails.

Not a minute passed when suddenly some deafening techno music began to play in my ears, and images began to flash before my eyes, images that I immediately realized were designed to brainwash.

That's what they were doing to me -- They were brainwashing me.

The robotic voice spoke softly: "But this is what you want, sissy boy... We will give it to you..."

A hypnotizing spiral started to swirl.

Sequences of images flashed before my eyes at a jarring speed; images of women in skirts, and heels, with huge breasts, and juicy asses, sucking cock, getting fucked, then more cock, black cock, thick cock, women being raped, caged, fucked, slapped, whipped, then more sucking cock, walking in heels, wearing make-up, sucking cock, getting fucked, black cock, now in heels, now in thongs, now skirts, back to sucking cock, getting fucked...

My mind was starting to crack. I did not know how long these images ran for, but they were assaulting my senses, and the hypnotic swirl rolling backwards in the background was mesmerizing me; and that robotic voice convincing me, repeating: "But this is what you want, sissy boy... We will give it to you... But this what you want, sissy boy... We will give it to you..."

The images were on an infinite loop, flash after flash, image after image, repeating, and repeating while the music thumped in my ear, and the hypnotic swirl in the back drop drawing me in, with robotic voice repeating and repeating -- "But this is what you want, sissy boy. Say it. Now. Believe it. Now. Want it. Now. Crave it. Now. Beg for it. Now. Take it. Accept it. NOW!"

I slammed my eyes shut, but I could still see the images behind my eye lids. They were being burned into my brain.

My mind felt overloaded, and I was on the verge of passing out when the images suddenly stopped, and I labored to breathe behind the gag which was making it nearly impossible to focus. I was so dizzy, and faint I felt like I was drunk and stoned and so close to fading out.

Silence.

Then, a few minutes later, after I regained my composure, the video of me resumed.

The nurses were surrounding me again. One carried a hose, and began washing off all of the cream from unconscious body.

The others were drying me off.

After which I saw that all the hair on my body was completely gone. I was as smooth as a little boy.

They continued at an even pace.

One gathered my flaccid penis into a small cock cage, and fastened the small padlock. Then, together the women rolled me onto my face, carefully. One lathered between my buttocks with lube, and then gently fit a butt-plug the size of a ping-pong ball into my asshole. They rolled me back over.

The others were started to apply what looked super glue around my chest. They adjusted fake breasts over my chest, and held them in place until the glue dried. Now I had breasts! They looked real!

As I watched, I felt like I was going to faint... this was too much...

They're turning me into a woman!

The nurses then went about doing my hair and make-up, and one of the nurses shaped my eyebrows into soft arches.

Then the nurses began to dress me.

They lathered my entire body with lube, then slid the leggings of a latex body-suit up both of my legs, and over my hips. Two sat me upright, and slid my arms into the latex sleeves of the body suit, and pulled the rest of the suit up over my new breasts to my neck. One nurse was in the back, zipping the full latex body-suit all the way up until my whole body was covered up to my neck.

While I was sat up, a nurse fit my waist with a leather corset, fastening it tight, cinching my waist, giving me an hour glass figure.

Two nurses slid my hands into latex gloves that they pulled up well passed my elbows.

A leather collar was fastened around my neck.

Two nurses moved to the end of the table and slid my feet into a pair of heeled ballet boots, and laced them up good and tight.

Then, the nurses all stood back and admired their handy work before walking off camera again.

Through the goggles, I was looking down at myself, completely covered in skintight black latex, with big breasts now, heeled ballet boots, fully covered, and dolled up with make-up.

I was beside myself. Tears filled my eyes now; I was sobbing into my gag; it choking me. I thought I was going to die... Then the techno started up again... The hypnotizing spiral started swirling again and I heard the voice again... the robotic voice, say softly: "But this is what you want, sissy boy... We will give it you... This is what you want, sissy boy...," and the images started to run their course, flashing and streaming passed my eyes just as before.

This time my eyes opened wide and locked on, and they wouldn't close even though I was trying to close them. I couldn't look away... I was locked on, and I was even thinking in my head the words: "But this is what you want, sissy boy... This is what you want... what you want... what you want..."

When the images ceased, I breathed in deep from my nose as much air as I could muster, trying to control my breathing; my heart racing

Then, the nurses appeared again, but in a different setting, a different video, and they now stood proper and prim lined up in a row in a bright red room and there was an animal cage in front of them.

I watched, transfixed, and anxious as two black and God-like men entered the frame. They were completely naked, strutting in workman's boots, with demonic black leather masks covering their faces. Their bodies rippled and gleamed with muscle, and their big thick cocks were long, jutting masses of rock-hard flesh.

"Remember you friend?..." the robotic voice suddenly whispered into me ear.

One of the behemoths pried opened the cage door, and I cringed to see that Sammy was crawling out. His feminine figure was stripped naked, and he wore leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles, and a leather collar around his neck.

Gaping Sammy's mouth was a mechanical gag that was adjusted to keep his teeth at bay, and keep his tender lips parted as wide as they could possibly stretch.

It was then, I noticed that the natural volume of the mosment was playing in this video, and I could hear Sammy's real whimpering in my headset...

"Sammy!" I moaned, feeling tears in my eyes seeing him like this.

The two men hauled Sammy up, and secured his arms behind back, pulling the attached chain high, forcing Sammy into a strappado position, with his ass out, arms up to balance on his tip toes.

Without hesitation, one of the black masked men spun Sammy about, for me I supposed as now I had a perfect view of it all as he gripped Sammy's hips, and delivered his mighty thick cock through Sammy's boy hole with one powerful thrust, and quickly began to ravish, and shake Samm off his toes, and rattle him in his chains.

Sammy moaned with each deep issued plunge, impaled and put on the pike like cock of this black masked man.

And I was forced to listen helplessly as the shrill sound of Sammy's cries filled my ears whilst he was rocked back and forth, taking the big thick cock up his untrained hole.

The other man came around the front of Sammy, took him by the hair, and started fucking his mouth through the gag just as savagely as the man was fucking his ass.

Together the men made short work of Sammy, putting him on a spit like a stuffed pig as he squealed, and took the endless ravishing.

"This is what you want, sissy boy... the robot voice said. "Your time will come..."

I moaned in defiance, cursing the coach, but soon his name and mine would be forgotten.

The video cut to black; Sammy was gone; and at once, the techno music filled my ears again, and I soon I saw the hypno-swirl spiral, and the images start all over. My eyes gaped, hypnotized, and glued themselves to the flashes of one degrading image after another... This time it lasted even longer, and by the time it was over I was in full tears...

A moment's relief, and I opened my eyes to see the nurses appearing again, but this time they were standing by an empty wooden high-chair.

The two black men entered carrying someone sheathed in black latex.

It was me! I realized.

I was still unconscious, being dragged, and donning the latex I had previously seen the nurses ordain me with before I shaved and dressed.

The hulking men carefully sat me in the chair, and held me in place as the nurses all around me began strapping me down. My head lolled, and one them held it up as a nurse inserted the large phallic knob of a pump gag into my mouth and buckled it behind my head, giving the pump a couple of squeezes.

Another nurse fit over my head the contraption I was wearing right now; the goggle headset, and the muffling head phones.

Together they all walked off camera, and I was now staring at myself as I am currently right now -- alone in a bright red room strapped to a high chair with the sensory deprivation gear covering my head and face.

I was blubbering now inside the mask, tears streaking down my cheeks after having witnessed everything these people had done to me step by step while I was passed out from the Rohypnol.

"But this is what you want, sissy boy..." the robotic voice cooed softly.

Oh no, I thought, please now more! Please! I started screaming frantically through the gag making only ragged grunts and moans. I was pulling hard at the straps to no avail.

"We will give it to you..."

The music, the hypno-swirl, the images, all started over again. It was happening, and I couldn't look away. My eyes were wide open once again, tears rolling down my cheeks. Again, I don't know how long it lasted this time.

When the video was over, the image of myself strapped to the high chair was on the monitor again, but this time no nurses, and no naked gods in sight. I was alone. I was stretching my fingers, waiting to see what was going to play when I noticed that I could see myself stretching my fingers on the monitor.

This was live! This was me now!

A woman entered the room, and began encircling me. She wore a long emerald green gown with a high leg slit, square cut shoulders, a cinched corset bodice, and with a neckline so low cut that her creamy breasts were practically exposed.

I watched her closely. Then saw, and felt, her rubbing my thighs, and my cock in its cage, feeling my arms and chest, gripping my throat. It was surreal to see her doing this without seeing her doing this, but being able to feel everything.

She reached behind my head and undid the straps and removed the helmet. Cool air licked my face. I was terrified. The woman was face to face with me. I had never seen this person before in my life. She grinned at me. The irises of her eyes were glowing white. She had a demonic air about her.

I was shaking, trying to meet her gaze.

Then, she spoke.

"Is this what you want, sissy boy?"

That voice! It was her?!

I'd been listening to that voice for what felt like an eternity.

She grinned. Suddenly my eyes were glued to hers. She had me hypnotized.

One of the naked god-like black men who was naked with his cock hanging long and thick joined her at her side. She gripped his cock with her hand and squeezed, then she bent at the hips, keeping her legs straight, and began sucking his cock, swallowing it entirely, licking his balls as the man just stood with his thick arms crossed, staring at me as if his cock was being pleasured at all.

I didn't realize the other black god was unbuckling the straps around me. He scared me. The slits of his leather mask were thin, and slanted. He lifted me out of the chair, and I buckled in the tall ballet heels, wobbling like a baby deer, but he held me upright by my upper right arm.

The woman kept on enjoying herself, never taking her eyes off me as I never took my eyes off of her.

The brute man handled me to a table, and bent me over it in the red lit room, holding one of my arms locked behind my back. He didn't even tie me down. I was so weak, I just laid flat on my belly across the table top.

I felt him unzip the zipper that ran along my behind, then spread the latex suit open wide so that my bare ass was completely exposed. He tugged at the plug in my ass until it slid out from boy hole with a wet sounding pop!

I breathed a relief that was short lived... As I knew what was next.

This beast was going to fuck my ass with that enormous cock of his.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

There wasn't a thing I could do to fight back; plus, what good would that do? I was so weak, and muddled in the mind; I just kept my eyes closed, and waited.

"But this is what you want, sissy boy..." I heard the voice say again. "We will give it to you..."

I opened my eyes, and saw the hypno-swirl was spiraling once again, and the images of feminization and cock and debauchery flashing before me in rapid succession.

No! I thought. No, not again!

I didn't even feel the head set placed over my eyes once more, but it was too late now. The hypnotic trance had me now, dragging me in as my wide eyes became glued to the images flashing before me...

I could still feel the strong hands gripping my waist. Then, the tip of a bulbous cock rubbing against the tight entrance of my boy hole, burrowing slightly until the head had breached, and was at once beginning to fill me to the point of tearing my virgin hole.

I gasped, and bit hard into the bulb gag in my mouth.

The searing pain made me burst with tears, and then more pain came as I felt the thick shaft stretching my asshole wide, filling my anus up completely as the long cock burrowed it's way all the way up my anal cavity, pressing against my prostate so deep that I could feel the black god's balls slapping me hard as he fucked me faster and harder until he rocking me against the table, fucking me so fucking hard I was starting to pass out...

All the why the images were flashing before my widened eyes, one after the other of she-boys getting fucked up the ass by big black cocks as I was getting fucked up the ass by a big black cock...

The god slid his strong arm between my arms and brought my elbows together cruelly, holding them, and pulling me back to arch my back as he rammed home that massive cock of his.

I felt like he was inside of my stomach he was so huge.

It was pure pain, but soon that pain receded into a pleasure that washed over me in wave after wave of ecstasy... I was beginning to feel a blissful sensation as he fucked me stupid.

After, I don't know how long, or how many images I had seen, I felt the gag in my mouth being removed. The man released my arms, and I laid flat and face first back onto the table, the images over my eyes still rolling.

A cock opened my jaw, and pushed into my mouth, beyond my teeth, and stretched my lips wide, and started to fuck my throat, sliding in and out as the man behind me started to penetrate me once again.

Now, I was being skewered like Sammy.

By then, my mind was mush as the images rolled by, and I watched the hypnotic swirl with no control of my own anymore; no thoughts or feelings of my own, no other emotions, other than I love this!

I love cock.

I love being a sissy bitch.

I love being used.

I love being fucked.

I love sucking cock.

I want this.

I am a sissy boy, and this is what I want!

Scalding hot come blasted down my throat and all over my lips and cheeks just as another barrage of fiery come flourished deep inside of my untrained boy hole, and soon wept from my boy hole, slithering down my pointless balls.

The black masked men then released me, stepping back, and I laid used and limp on the table where I breathed and rested, and closed my eyes to the images flashing across the headset before me.

Moments later, I felt their strong arms lift me up, and carry me.

The images still rolled and flashed rolling and once again there were all I could focus on.

Image after image made me crave cock. I wanted more. Even though I just took a thorough fucking like I have never had before in my entire life, and yet -- I still wanted more.

I felt myself being laid down on something soft.

I felt a slight prick in my arm, and soon the effects of a drug of which I did not know the name was beginning to take its toll on me. I was delirious, but not put to sleep, and I began to hallucinate and inherit a new reality as the images continued with no end.

Who knows how long the images looped, over and over, but eventually they stopped, and I felt the headset removed.

I laid there, where ever that was, and my mind was thoroughly warped, drained, total mush, putty -- gone.

Exhaustion overcame my sore, listless mind and body, and I immediately fell into a translucent, dream-like state...

Throughout my sleep, all I could see were the images of sex, women, and cock repeatedly flashing in my mind's eyes, as if the images were a carousel, ever-repeating, and I was succumbed to this endless ride, without any stopping in in sight, all the while the voice robotic voice softly repeating: