Glob, Glob, Glob, Glob, Gag, Glob, Glob, Glob, Er... GULP. Ugh... Ah...
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I am having a bad day. Well, at this point, a bad month. Maybe even year. My name is... Nicole.. well, that was my name anyway. I'm a prisoner in this strange, awful place. I've just finished choking down my 6th blowjob since dawn, All the same cock as you can probably tell - My own. At this point, I just cant help myself. It's the only pleasure I get in this life of humiliation.
I'll Start by saying I wasn't always this wretch. I used to be a successful woman, with a house and a social life. Unfortunately I got greedy and now I'm stuck here. I tried to rip off a very large company for a very large sum of money and the long and the short of it? I got caught.
There is nothing quite like being forcefully summoned to somewhere you know you're going to die. Well, at the time you think you're going to die. You don't know the foul tricks they have in store. You beg and you plead but really, you don't know what you're even bargaining for. Turns out some places prefer a bit of lifelong torment. it's still fresh in my mind, the horrific procedure I went through to grow these male genitals. A multitude of chemical concoctions injected into me along with hours of debilitating 'massage' a day, until I was finally left with a 16 inch when erect penis and gonads the size of satsumas. All for one mistake.
The constant bondage was just as bad as my new physical deformity. I was locked in a cold dark cell for days on end, tied in strange and tight positions. I heard my captors describe it as exercising my flexibility. A tame way of describing it, although I'm ashamed to say I appreciate it now.
I no longer seem to go to the toilet. I'm not even sure I need food. I haven't eaten anything for at least a few weeks now, assuming my counting of the sunsets has been correct. On occasion, when it rains I have licked water from the cold, hard floor in a desperate attempt at normality but... I honestly doubt my body needs it. My own fluids are sustenance enough, it seems.
The rest of my body is fairly normal, I'd say. I have large pouty lips, lucky for me I sometimes think to myself given my predicament - and a curvy frame. My breasts are large enough to get attention and my butt leaves me with little envy for others, Unfortunately, these features fall by the wayside in my daily punishments. My new genitalia is the source of my pain. The guards, when they visit at least, laugh at my disgusting habits. Sometimes they take bets on if I... If I spit or swallow. Sometimes... well, sometimes I decide not to swallow. I don't know if I'm protesting or what, but I pull back and take it on the chin, as it were, as well as anywhere else my ejaculate decides to land. I'm ashamed to admit I've come to regret this decision making process and have on more than one occasion found myself licking that up off the floor too, much to the delight of my occasional visitors.
Oh I know what you're thinking but I didn't randomly start going down on myself for my own benefit! They made me do it, I'll get in to that later. But now? My balls seem to fill so quickly and its like, like I need to do it. Like I can't not. I've tried to stop myself but eventually it always comes back to my only real option. At this point, Its like what hunger or thirst used to be to me. I wish i was strong enough to resist but I'm barely even a real person anymore anyway, just a receptacle for whoever wants to blow their load - including myself, so I might as well give myself some tiny pleasures, right?
So, want to know more? I can start from right at the beginning after I got caught. We'll be here a while, unless they... well, unless they decide to take me on another.. Erm... exhibition, I think they call it. Although.. Well, I can go a little longer before my next session. It's so rare for me to get to talk to someone since...
Ahem. So it was traumatic in itself, finally standing in front of a mirror and being able to see myself. during the injections I was kept tightly strung to a bed frame and blindfolded, I could only really feel the needles and a strange object on my vagina. When they finally stood me up in front of my reflection I was tied to a post and brutally revealed. The crowd found it hilarious, my reaction. I screamed and cried at the sight of it, in all its flaccid glory, as my audience treated me like a freak show attraction. They gawped and stared as I stood there. They knew my crime and had no sympathy.
Eventually two women approached, I only know them as my guardians. They started playing with my new appendage, flicking and slapping it to watch it bounce. The crowd loved it. I wanted to shrink away, if only right? I was tied far too tight for any escape. So when they bought out a cattle prod I knew I was in deeper trouble than I originally thought. You have to believe me, I struggled as hard as I could but I was unable to do anything. Eventually they mockingly began to poke me with it, no shocks yet, and watch me sweat and cry.
Then they began the true torment.
They lowered the prod to my new scrotum and let me beg for a few moments. Then out of nowhere, ZAP! They shocked me hard. Again and again. I can't tell you how horrific it was and the crowd just laughed. My guardians knew what they where doing and encouraged applause. Some people gave them glasses of beer and wine and they promptly threw it all over me. I was hated, nobody cared I was being mistreated so badly.
After a while the crown got bored of my tortured scrotum. The women where behind me and.. Well, I was completely exposed. I felt my asshole get spread, before they shoved the electric device right up into my bowels. I barely even begged, just waited until my next unpleasant shock. They left me strung up for, well i'd say about three days, with occasional torturous sessions, before strapping me up and taking me to my new home, here. Then they...
Well...
I've been talking quite a while now. And I... I'm full again. I need to... please understand... I need to... I cant stop... I...
Schlock. Bub. bub. Bub, Bub, Bub, Bub, bub bub bub bub bub bub bubbubbubbubbububububububub...
...gurk gurp gack gagaga Gag ag ag Urgh! Awwww... Uh. Uhh.. Aheh...
I... I should explain. It's like... Gulp... It's like I have an addiction. Whenever I feel... ready... Its all I can think about, to... Ahh.. to go for it. Pleasure myself. I... I didn't just start doing it naturally though! They made me. I guess its my punishment for being greedy, now I'm constantly feeding off myself. I... produce... two fluids, Sperm and breastmilk. Only... I cant reach my nipples in this position. Thats probably why my breasts look so engorged and jiggly. They leave me like this 90 percent of the time, so I make do with what I've got. Not that I'm complaining. My body seems to love it now, like its my own personal drug dispenser. I Imagine this is like if an opioid addict gained access to a never ending stash of drugs. And it is my preferred method, anyway. the orgasm is amazing each and every time. Another way to keep me doing it, I suppose.
Anyway, my new life began as nothing more than a toy for the guardians.
I spent a long time with an uncomfortable feeling in my new testicles. I couldn't understand what it was since, well, being naturally female I'd never experienced the frustration I had to endure. Of having a full sack. My penis was plugged and kept in a tight sleeve for my first few weeks of punishment. Honestly, I just thought it was normal. I couldn't get an.. An erection, due to the bindings, for the first while. My guardians would occasionally play with my penis, tugging at it and giving it the odd kick, but I was mainly just a decoration at that stage. Sometimes they'd use me as a footstool or a seat. I slept at the foot of their bed strictly vacuumed. My penis was of course always on show, but the rest of me was often tightly bound in latex suits. They'd tread on my exposed balls sometimes when I was blindfolded, to watch me squirm. They seemed to like it.
My buttocks was a big draw. They seemed to like my large, feminine, perfect posterior and often played with it, filling it with all sorts of strange feeling objects. I once spent an entire night pressed deep onto their bedpost, as an ornament. They took pleasure in seeing how much they could stretch me and as i was unable to move, they often succeeded in getting whatever they wanted inside my cavity. I can't tell you the amount of times I had to push out billiard balls or retain an enema for hours on end. I thought it was as bad as it could get but that was just the beginning. Eventually, They loosened my bindings and I began to experience... Erections...
You cant understand the sheer pressure it put on my mind, the first time I saw myself erect. I was a woman, I was happy being a woman. I never imagined I'd be given this loathsome appendage. The first time I saw it worked well, well I think it broke me. It was the last part of my dignity gone, my identity as a female dashed away thanks to this vengeful act. Sure I looked like a woman and had the body most would kill for but still, I was no longer able to deny my new form.
i still wasn't allowed to cum, but my new erection only made the intense need to release even more pressing. I found myself trying to rub myself against anything I could. My hands where constantly bound in positions that made masturbation impossible and I was often gagged, not that my foul predisposition towards self fellatio was discovered yet. The guardians would notice this behaviour and punish me severely for acting, in their cruel words, prematurely. I was once tied by my wrists and ankles and hung from a flagpole for several days, rain or shine, on full display to the public. Passing visitors would point and laugh, others would look on in horror and more still would try to pelt me with whatever they could find. Luckily I was too high for most of the missiles. To those I didn't entertain, I served as stark warning - do not fuck with the boss.
Sometimes they would stand me in poses and play with my cock for hours on end. Their favourite game was to talk dirty to me while abusing my helpless pole. They would spend long amounts of time spitting on my penis to the point of glazing it over with saliva to the extent of it dripping onto the floor. Then they'd torment me, calling me things like deformed and a disguising pet pig. The outcome? I was completely demoralised. I could barely muster the effort to resist their cruel games anymore and became extremely submissive. I even started doing their housework - while my penis was caged of course, they'd make me dust and clean.
The name calling never stopped. My new name seemed to be Cock Bimbo, along with whatever else they decided to scream at me. They had begun to tie up my tortured penis at night to the point where ejaculation was impossible and use me as a makeshift dildo. The orgasm denial was excruciating and, despite my hidden efforts, I never achieved release even once. They made sure of it. I practically lost what little sanity I had left and spent every ungagged moment begging for release. They began to make me request obscenities. I was always rather prude. They insisted that I call sexual acts by awful names and would play me recordings of my pleading later on. I'd listen to myself begging for handjobs, to be fisted and sucked off, or for them to fuck me with their pussies, to name a few horrific examples. They had me where they wanted, I was now a slut begging for sex and they could prove it. The night they placed me back in front of the crowd and played the recordings was probably the worst time of my life up to that point. And still, they wouldn't let me cum. Not until...
Well, until they made me into this addict.
