Slave K

Three months later K’s breasts started to show. His arms and legs were almost hairless. His skin looked much softer. His hair looked shinier and almost wavy. His facial hair had stopped growing. He was still kept in his cage, although the humbler was modified for his tiny balls. His bladder expansion training continued and his bladder could hold an amazing two liters. His butt plug training also advanced nicely. At the moment the diameter of his butt plug is about ten centimeters.

 

K looked at the window; it was almost dark.

 

A familiar face entered the room; it was mistress Blue.

 

“So, K, in three months, you’ll be a female,” she said. K looked at her face.

 

“Drop dead,” he said. His voice sounded higher pitched than months ago.

 

“You’ll never learn. That’s why I love you.  You never give up despite what we do with you.”

 

She waited for him absorb her thoughts. It didn’t matter that much, she realized. The mistress sighed and then she pressed the pain button.

 

After a while K came to his senses.

 

Taunting, she caressed her nipples.

 

“How long has it been you were intimate with a woman?” She inquired softly.

 

K refused to answer.

 

“Wanna fuck a tranny?”

 

“Hell no!”

 

Again the mistress had to press the button.

 

“Useless slave,” she muttered.

 

Frustrated, she left and headed for the meeting room.

 

“Come on in, Blue. We’re waiting for you. Now we’re complete and the meeting can start” one of the mistresses said.

 

“It’s about K. Despite all his training and therapy, he still has a strong will. People, we need to invent a strong punishment for him. Something he’ll never forget” Mistress Blue said.

 

The other mistresses nodded in agreement. A moment of silence followed.

 

“Hell, right before this meeting I asked him to fuck a tranny. He didn’t wait long to refuse. Maybe we could work with that,” Blue said finally.

 

Mistress Brown wet her lips.

 

“Maybe we shouldn’t encourage him to have sexual feelings towards women. Why don’t we wear sloppy clothes?” the mistress said.

 

“Good idea. Don’t let the ideas stop, people.” Blue said.

 

Another moment of silence followed.

 

“Let him watch tranny movies. I mean beautiful movies. Not the ugly kind.” Mistress White suggested.

 

The girls continued chatting; more and more ideas were put forth. They talked for hours about how to execute their wishes. Late in the night a carefully constructed plan was put on paper.

 

The next day, mistress Blue entered the room. K was still sleeping.

 

She shocked him and all at once he was awake.

 

“Wanna fuck a tranny?” she asked. K saw her baggy clothes and looked at her strangely. This was not what he was accustomed to.

 

“Hell no,” was his reply.

 

“Come on, boy, you have to. We want you to fuck a tranny. What do you say?”

 

She game him a blue pill. He swallowed it but he didn’t answer her question. She snapped her fingers. Mistress’ White and Pink brought in a holographic television with an integrated cubic holodisk player. They put the TV in front of him. He couldn’t look around it, it was too big. The only thing he could do was to watch it. White and Pink left the room. Blue inserted a holocube.

 

“Enjoy the movies,” she said sarcastically.

 

“By the way,” she added “you’ll be given a blue pill every day and you’re only allowed to sleep four hours a day now.”

 

Blue laughed as she left the room. The holodisk was ready for use and it automatically activated itself. K closed his eyes. He already knew that the movies couldn’t be good. He struggled to keep his eyes shut. Once or a while he had to open his eyes to give them some rest. Then he saw a glimpse of the transsexual movies. After a few hours, he was getting tired. He had to keep his eyes open more often. Too bad he couldn’t switch off the sound. He heard women cumming, although they probably were trannies. He heard males fucking them. It was strange to hear women cum like men. During the next few days, he was forced to endure this torture. He was fed only once a day. K was eager for sleep. After five days, mistress Blue entered the room. She pushed the TV away and stood in front of him. The mistress wore the same baggy clothes.

 

“Wanna fuck a tranny?” she inquired.

 

After a few seconds K replied he didn’t want to.

 

“How come I didn’t doubt you would answer that way?”

 

She unlocked the cage. K slowly rose from his cage. His mistress dragged him into another room. The slave stood there adjusting to his new surroundings. He saw a table and a cupboard. The room had nothing else. The slave looked closer and saw that the table was homemade. There were handcuffs attached to each corner and there were two small holes in the centre. The table top was cut in half giving the impression that they could be separated. One section had one hole in it and one half hole. The other part of the table had just one half hole in it. Put together, the table top had two full holes in it. He couldn’t guess its purpose. Blue unscrewed the section with the half hole in it and slid it apart.

 

When she was finished she said firmly, “Get on the table, face down. Put your penis into the hole of the table. Your nuts should be pressing against the half hole.”

 

Still tired but relieved to be able to lie down, the slave reluctantly obeyed. The mistress locked his wrists and ankles in the cuffs. Then she screwed the other half of the table back on. Now he couldn’t escape as his tiny balls were firmly restrained. His body was pressing against the table. If he tried to move, his balls would obviously hurt.

 

Blue snapped her fingers and a woman entered the room. When she stood in front of him, he looked up to see her. She wore a blue silk negligee with knickers under it. Her breasts were small - only a handful but they seemed firm. She had full lips and her eyebrows were thin. Her hair was long and wavy. The slave opened his eyes wider to take a better look. He thought about sex.

 

“Wanna fuck her?” Blue asked.

 

“Hell yeah!” K answered.

 

“You’ll have to suck my cock.” The woman spoke up.

 

Her voice sounded feminine, almost girlish. She started to rub her knickers. K shook his head, he didn’t understand. The woman moaned softly. The slave saw a bulge in her knickers. The woman removed her underwear. Then he saw her cock. Unsettled, he tried to jerk, causing his balls to ache. The woman’s moans were getting louder and her penis was almost erect.

 

“Suck it, big boy!” She demanded.

 

“Fuck off, you freak!” K said.

 

“Suck my big cock, boy.” She calmly said.

 

She showed him her erect penis. K looked at it in disgust.

 

“Do what she says, K” said Blue.

 

“Or what? More movies?” he asked laughingly.

 

Blue’s face got red. She went to the cupboard; he couldn’t see what she took. When she returned he felt she was fondling his penis. After a while he felt his penis become erect.

 

“She must have been using a penis pump,” he realized.

 

After she was finished, he felt her put something around his cock. It felt more and more restrained. It was probably a rope of some kind. His erect penis also pressed against the hole in the table. It was very uncomfortable to move, even small movements were painful.

 

“Wanna suck her cock”? Blue demanded.

 

“Never! You whore! Get this freak away!”

 

A moment of silence followed.

 

“Ok, I’m going to pierce your balls unless you suck cock.”

 

The slave thought about it.

 

“Piercing will hurt a lot but at least I don’t have to suck her,” he thought.

 

“Go ahead, bitch.” He answered finally.

 

A sharp pain went through his tiny balls. K clenched his teeth, making sure he didn’t bite his tongue by accident. His face was red and swollen as he tried to resist the pain. The muscles on his neck were noticeable. He puffed hard when the short pain subsided.

 

Blue removed the needle and put the piercing into place. She only needed one piercing, his nuts were tiny enough.

 

“Wanna suck her cock?” The mistress asked.

 

K, still puffing and trying to get his bearings said, “No”.

 

Frustrated, Blue tried the last and ultimate idea. She put a sharp blade against his balls.

 

“If you don’t suck her cock, I’m going to cut off your balls. I kid you not. I really mean it!”

 

The slave swallowed. His face, still red, started to sweat. He blinked his eyes rapidly.

 

“My balls! I don’t want to lose them. God damn it! I don’t want to suck her either. My god, I don’t want to lose my balls.” He thought.

 

He needed all his strength to say a silent yes.

 

“What did I hear? Was that a yes? Can’t you speak louder, boy?” The mistress demanded.

 

Reluctantly, he again said yes, albeit stronger this time.

 

The woman, still rubbing her cock, was pleased. K opened his mouth and the tranny put her dick into his mouth. She moaned.

 

“Just pretend it’s a strap-on you’re sucking, K” Blue assisted him.

 

“You have to suck her harder and deeper. If you don’t do what I say, I’m going to cut, I mean it!” She added.

 

The slave obeyed, thinking about his nuts. The woman moaned louder and soon her load was in the slave’s mouth.

 

“Swallow her cum,” the mistress demanded.

 

She waited a moment but saw he didn’t intended to swallow. She closed his mouth violently. K swallowed automatically.

 

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Blue asked. The slave coughed, ignoring the mistress and the tranny.

 

Blue said to the tranny:”Pat, go suck his dick. It should be still hard.”

 

Without hesitation, Patricia obeyed her. She sucked his penis. At first softly, later on she sucked faster and harder.

 

“How does it feel being sucked by a tranny?” Blue asked.

 

K tried not to think about it but the mistress put her blade against his balls.

 

“It feels nice,” he lied.

 

The tranny continued to suck his cock. She looked at Blue.

 

“He doesn’t cum,” She unsurely said.

 

“He can’t cum,” Blue explained vaguely.

 

The slave tried to resist enjoying the blowjob. At the end, he just imagined it was a real woman sucking his cock. Tears came to his eyes. He wanted this to end. The tranny stopped and stood in front of him. She pressed her tits against him. The slave continued to sob. He felt the warmth of her breasts. He kept his eyes closed. Pat put her nipple into his mouth. K softly started to suck it. K still pretended it was a real woman. Slowly he became aware of the tranny. But he didn’t care. He continued sucking her nipple. His tears dried up. The tranny removed her nipple and again pressed her breasts against his head. The slave wished the moment would never end.