Violated

This story contains descriptions of bondage, discipline, humiliation, forced sex, forced feminization, and abuse of power.

The story is fictional, but is a fantasy I am currently acting out through consensual role-play with some friends from a BDSM group. I am telling it from the perspective of my character, a parolee who is forced to serve his sadistic parole officer, and others, in order to stay out of prison.

Chapter Two.

The door slammed behind me and I walked down the driveway to my car. I drove home, anxious to take a hot shower. My asshole felt nasty, wet and sticky. I had thought when I was paroled, my days of getting fucked up the ass were over. Apparently they weren't.

I stood under the hot water for a long time, trying to feel clean. At least I could get a private shower here, without some inmate making me bend over. Shower time almost always meant getting fucked in prison. I got out and laid down, but it would be hours before I fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up late, and saw I had a text from a strange number. It read, "1234 Elm st. 7:00. Walk in." I knew who it was from.

At two, I walked into a strange house, and heard a voice say "Strip." I looked over and saw Mr. Jones and another man sitting on a couch, fully clothed with drinks in their hands and amused smiles. I quickly took off all of my clothes. "Now come here and get on your knees." Mr. Jones demanded, pointing at the floor in front of where he sat. I obediently dropped to my knees in front of them.

"So what do we have here, Mr Jones?" The other man asked. He looked about forty, with shoulder length hair and a few days worth of beard stubble. His chest looked pumped, as if he had just left the gym, and his muscular arms were covered in tattoos.

"Oh, just another bad boy that needs some guidance and discipline."

"So, boy, stand up and let me look at you." I stood up and he examined me. I felt like livestock at a show. "You're a bit skinny. You didn't work out much in prison did you?" He asked.

"No, not really." I replied, feeling even more humiliated. I didn't get to work out in prison because bitches weren't allowed to work out, except for ass and leg exercises.

"Turn around." He ordered. He groped and squeezed my ass with both hands. "But you do have one hot ass. Nice, round and firm. Almost like a woman's. Now, bend over and show me that cunt." I obeyed, feeling completely humiliated. "It looks well fucked."

"Well, we tried it out last night." Mr Jones said.

"Any good?"

"Oh yeah. I could wear that pussy out!"

"Good. Back on your knees boy."The man demanded. He took a sip of his drink, then said "So boy, I understand you're in a bit of trouble."

"Yeah." I admitted, looking down at the floor.

"You look at me when I'm talking to you. And you address me as Sir."

"Yes sir."

"And I also understand that you really don't want to get locked up again."

"No sir."

"I bet not." Sir said with a smile. "Although I would bet whoever D is, he would love to have you back wouldn't he?"

"Yes sir."

"So tell me, were you straight when you got locked up?"

"Yes sir. I still am."

"Boy you ain't straight!" Mr. Jones said with a big laugh. "You just had three dicks in your mouth and ass!"

Sir stared at me. "Oh it tries to tell itself it's straight. It tries to tell itself it's still a man. It might even still believe that. But it's not. It's just a sissy bitch who gave up it's manhood. Tell me Mr. Jones, would you ever wear panties and let a man fuck you in the ass?"

"Oh hell no!" Mr Jones said.

"Me either. But this bitch does."

"Yes it does!" Mr. Jones said, smiling at me. "It looks hot in panties too!"

"I'll bet." Sir said. "Tell me boy, did they take your ass or did you give it up?"

"I guess I gave it up sir."

"Now why would you let a man fuck you in the ass, if you are straight?"

"Um, because I needed protection sir." I said softly.

"You were too much of a pussy to stand up for yourself." Sir said, staring me down. "So you traded your ass to a real man for protection. Correct?"

"Yes sir."

"And he made you into a woman didn't he?"

"Oh yeah he did!" Mr. Jones said. "Check this out!" He handed Sir a file.

"Oh wow! Look at you! So pretty!" He said, showing me a picture. It was one of my mugshots and I was wearing red lipstick and blue eyeshadow. My long hair was in pigtails. Dwight had demanded that I look pretty at all times, and had sent me to a queen to learn how to do make-up. "Did you do that yourself?"

"Yes sir."

"Damn those boys in prison know how to turn a bitch out." Sir said smiling and shaking his head. "You did whatever you were told, didn't you?"

"Yes sir."

"Of course you were."Sir said. "You didn't have a choice. Those guys demand total obedience from a bitch. They fuck em, make them clean the cell, then pimp em out for a candy bar. So, boy, did you ever get traded for a candy bar?"

"Yes sir." I said, sheepishly.

"Of course you did. And you let it happen again and again didn't you?"

"Yes sir."

"Well, Mr. Jones, I, and some others, we happen to really like obedient submissives ourselves. And we didn't think it was fair that the convicts get to have all the fun. So, we started a little club. It's a very exclusive club where members can have all of their needs met by obedient submissives of our own. And Mr. Jones has told me about your predicament, and feels you would be an excellent addition to the club, and I do agree. Mr. Jones wishes to become your owner, and would like for you to submit yourself to him. Do you understand what I am saying?"

"I think so sir. I will be a sex slave."

"Well not just sex. You will also serve domestically. But yes, there will be lot's of sex involved. Mr. Jones, would you like to explain what you would expect from your prospective slave?"

"Sure." Mr. Jones said, scowling at me. "You will be on call twenty four seven. The only exception is work, and well you're worthless ass is unemployed. I am your owner, but you will be shared with the entire club. All members of the club are your superiors. If I, or any other superior demands your services, you will arrive with your body completely shaved and your pussy clean. You will typically be given a few hours notice to prepare. Upon arrival you will immediately take off your normal clothes. Under your clothes you will be wearing your uniform. That consists of a black jockstrap, black socks and your collar. Of course we may tell you to wear something else, such as panties or lingerie. You will find yourself in a maids outfit quite often. Any superior can discipline you for disobedience, and then as your owner I will decide if more punishment is needed. And, just so you know, I will always believe more punishment is needed. A superior can also punish you just for the fun of it. You will accept it. You are a sissy, and no is not in your vocabulary. You will address all superiors as sir or ma'am, or Master and Mistress. Whatever they prefer. Understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Excellent." He said, then continued. "At least once a week you will report to the dungeon for maintenance. Maintenance can include spanking, flogging, whipping or any number of things. Maintenance is not punishment. Maintenance is just to remind you that you are in fact ours, and we can do whatever we want with you. When the club has get togethers, you will be expected to wait on the members, unless you are being used for something else. You will work together with the other slaves. There will be no arguing, jealousy or drama between you and the other slaves. There will be much more, but that is the basics. Any questions?"

"Um, sir, there's a dungeon?"

"Yes there is!" Mr. Jones said with an evil smile. "There's a few dungeons. And you will become very acquainted with them all. But Master M here, and the lovely Mistress C control the main one."

"Yes, we have a very nice dungeon." The man who was apparently Master M said with a smile. "And if you accept our offer you will spend lots and lots of time there."

"Um, ok." I said nervously wondering what lay in store for me. Dwight spanked and whipped me often, and I didn't like it. "So, what do you mean by accepting your offer Sir? I wasn't aware that I had a choice."

"It means that you agree to submit yourself to Mr. Jones and the club." Master M explained. "We will only accept you with your full consent. And you do have a choice. Of course your other choice is going back to prison."

"Yes, you're getting fucked either way." Mr. Jones said. "But at least with us you will be safe. We will hurt you but we won't actually harm you. You will never be in any real danger. Also, all of our members test regularly for STDs so you will be healthy. And of course, much of the time you will be free to live your life. When we allow it."

"This is really your best option." Master M said. "We will take care of you. I probably don't need to explain what happens to used up bitches in prison to you now do I?"

"No sir." I said. I thought about some of the things that I had seen.

"So, what we want for you to do is get dressed and go home." Master M said. "Think it over. And if you decide to submit yourself to Mr. Jones, be back here tomorrow at seven. If not, well, I guess Mr. Jones will deal with you at his office."

"So go ahead and get dressed and go home." Mr. Jones said. I dressed, quickly left the house and went home. I didn't have to think about anything though. I knew I couldn't go back to prison. I hoped this would be better. At least they wouldn't seriously harm me. Or so they said.

The next night I returned to find Master M and Mr. Jones sitting at the dining room table. I took off my clothes and stood in front of them.

"So, it looks like you've accepted our offer." Master M said.

"Yes Master."

"That's a good boy!" Mr. Jones said grinning.

"Sit down boy." Master M said. "Let's go over your contract."

"Um contract sir?"

"Yes, a contract." Master M replied. "It's rather simple. It states that you willingly submit yourself to Mr. Jones, and that you consent to be his submissive. It is in effect for the remainder of your parole. Of course you are actually free to leave at any time. But of course, you know what that means."

"Yes sir." I said.

I sat down and signed myself over to Mr. Jones. Master M put a leather collar around my neck and fastened it tightly. It had a tag with the number 5 attached to it.

"Congratulations!" Master M said to the grinning Mr. Jones. "You've acquired a new piece of property! Well, I will leave you to the honeymoon." He patted me on the head. "I will be seeing you soon, number five." He the door behind him.

"Well baby, you're all mine!" Mr Jones said, licking his lips salaciously. "Oh, we are gonna have some fun! Let's get you dressed up. I have a special outfit for our special night baby.Get yourself all pretty for Daddy!" He said, handing me a pink plastic bag. It contained a white corset, white thong panties and white stockings. I slowly dressed, while he watched. "Wow, baby, you look sexy!"

"Thank you sir." I said, feeling pathetic. He clipped a leash to my collar and led me to the bedroom. He undressed and laid down on the bed and spread his legs, showing off his big balls and hard cock.

"Come on bitch, and suck my cock." He ordered. I got on the bed, and put him in my mouth. "That's right. Oh yeah, that feels good baby. You're Daddy's little sissy bride tonight aren't you? Yeah, we're gonna have some fun!" His dick throbbed in my mouth, and I tried not to gag. I hated sucking cock. But Dwight expected me to please him and satisfy his customers. He told me how he liked it and some other sissies taught me some techniques. And of course if I did a good job, they would cum faster and it would be over with. So I took Mr. Jones deep,massaged his shaft with my tongue, and rubbed his balls with my hand. "Oh damn bitch, that feels good! Yes, make Daddy nice and hard!" He moaned. I worked my mouth faster, and moved my head up and down. "Fuck yes bitch. Suck that big dick!" He grabbed the back of my head and forced my head down, until his tip hit the back of my throat. He held me there until I was choking and then released his hold. As soon as I caught my breath he pushed my face down to his balls and held me there while I sucked them. "Oh yeah, bitch! That feels so fucking good! Oh damn baby!" He groaned while I gave his balls a tongue bath. "Fuck I'm so hard. You ready to get fucked boy?"

I wasn't. My asshole still hurt from last night. But a sissy slave sucking dick while collared and wearing lingerie doesn't get to say no. "Yes sir." I said in a weak voice. He laughed and tossed me a bottle of lube.

"Get that pussy nice and wet for me bitch." He demanded. I squirted some on my finger and started rubbing it on my hole while he watched, rubbing lube on his giant dick. "There you go. I want it dripping. Daddy loves a nice wet pussy." With that he shoved me down on my stomach and mounted me, quickly penetrated me then rammed it all the way in. He grabbed my wrists and pinned my hands above my head, then gave me a hard, brutal fucking. I just laid there taking his dick with my face in a puddle of my own drool. The bed squeaked with each thrust, while he worked himself in and out of me. I wondered if he would ever cum. Finally I heard him moan, and felt his body tense as he drained his balls into me. When he finished, he climbed off me and then cuffed my hands to the headboard. I heard the bedroom door close as he left me there, cuffed, helpless and full of his cum. I laid there and wondered what would come next.