Revenge on a Tranny

Revenge on a Tranny

My relationship with my partner Julie had been strained over the last two of our ten years together. For a period of six months we’d stopped having sex. I thought she might leave me but I figured that if she was going to find another woman then there was nothing I could do about it and besides, I had a woman or two I knew I could fall back on for affection if I ever found the need. I was a good lover, but there seemed to be something that Julie needed sexually that I couldn’t solve.

What I wasn’t prepared for was Julie falling for a preoperative transexual who identified as a lesbian. I don’t like men dressing up as women. I cannot stand men who believe they actually are women. But this bitch, Katie, brought out the absolute worst in me. He was over six feet tall and yet passed in society perfectly, not just as a woman, but as a lesbian. Unlike any other tranny I’d ever known, he never wore dresses, skirts or high-heels. He wore a minimum amount of make-up and kept his hair short, but feminine.

One annoying aspect of Katie was that he also never wore a bra. And to the credit of hormone therapy, he had absolutely beautiful, albeit smallish breasts. His ass was equally feminine, and had actually become larger and rounder in proportion than most of the women I know. With his pretty tits and fat, girlish ass, combined with his inordinately small hands and feet, Katie made out well imagining himself a woman. He even became accepted by some of the more naive members of the vast lesbian community in the city.

My own clan of lesbian-separatist friends had issues from the first time we saw him in our local bar. I mean, he could have just passed as one of us, but he had the nerve to flaunt his differences. After he'd had a few drinks him he’d often boast about the “advantages” he felt he had over genetic women. He loved pointing out that his little tits were “as perky and firm as an 18 year-old’s breasts.

Ok, so I was fine to find him an asshole and otherwise live and let live. That was until Julie disappeared on me for a weekend and returned sheepishly on a Monday morning. to find all of her things packed up and on the front porch. Julie makes enough money to contribute to my sizeable income, but not enough to be able to venture out on her own. She cried as I told her we were through and that she had to leave my house immediately. But, sigh, I love her, and told her I’d consider giving her another chance only if she told me where she had been and what she had been doing. I was hardly prepared for what I heard.

Julie had apparently been having an affair with Katie for months and she claimed that she had actually fallen in love with “her.” She had spent the entire weekend at his apartment and had slept with him the entire time. Again, it was a shock and I said we could not continue as a couple. I told her there was NO way I could ever have sex with her again knowing a dick had been inside her. But she insisted that years of hormone therapy had reduced Katie’s already small penis into complete uselessness. She said that Katie had only given her oral sex and fulfilled her life long-fantasy of being TIED-UP and CONTROLLED. My shock turned to utter disbelief. I had never sensed a wisp of submission in my partner of ten years. Why hadn’t she trusted me with this fantasy? I can’t go into the details she told me for fear of getting so angry I’d snuff Katie. I enjoy his torment too much.

I convinced Julie in no time who it was she should be submitting to...ME! In no time I had her so ripe for ruin via blackmail she had no choice but to obey my every wish. Foremost, this meant helping me get my revenge on the transvestite who’d slept with my woman. That Julie actually had fallen in love with him only fueled my need for vengeance. Even as I began to dominate her life, Julie would at times protest my calling him a transvestite, saying, “She’s just a woman with a penis.” So during one B&D session when I had her tied up, frustrated and dying to cum, I wrote an entire list of rules we would have regarding “Katie.” Top of the list was she had to henceforth refer to him either with male pronouns or “it”. The name Katie was forbidden for her to use unless it was followed by the words, “the fat-assed transvestite with the microscopic dick.” I like it so much when I heard it I added the rule that she MUST use that phrase at least ten times per day...and at least twice per day to other people who knew him. The more I thought about how I would revenge myself, the hornier I got. And the hornier I got, the more fun I had dominating Julie. After fucking her to multiple orgasms that night I locked her into a chastity belt and informed her she would stay in it until I was positive she would never again desire “Katie the fat-assed transvestite with the minuscule dick.”

The following morning I had Julie call in to her job at the grocery store and quit. Then came the fun part. I masturbated furiously as I listened in on her call to him to break off the affair. My, he sounded even more like a girl when he cried. The bitch-man seemed to really love her. I had an orgasm instantly when she told him she could never really love a transvestite. He sounded so shocked and kept asking her why she had changed so much over the course of a week. As hoped, he begged her for one last chance to see her. She agreed to meet him at the lesbian bar that Friday night. I was so excited over the call and hearing him cry I immediately tied Julie up and rode her face to a dozen orgasms. I left her tied up as I began making arrangements for the surprise party I had in store for him.

By Friday, Julie was so sexually frustrated, all she wanted to do was please me and she did as she was told. Katie showed up, as usual, the pink feminine nipple of his uncovered tits clearly visible through the sheer blouse he wore; khaki dress pants and sensible butchy shoes completed his look. Julie ordered a soda while Katie knocked down Margarita after Margarita. Julie kept on leading him to thinking there might be some hope of continuing their affair ‘if they kept talking. The bar was filling up...with my friends. I made sure this was a night when my best friend, Dana was running the bar. She’s slipped a date-rape drug into his third drink and after his fifth, he was wobbly. He excused himself to Julie and headed into the Ladies room to pee. Dana turned the music in the bar up louder as me and four of the biggest meanest dykes I’ve ever known followed him seconds later. Dana locked the door from the outside.

Katie was just pulling down his pants when I pulled the door of the stall open. With the drinks and the drug he had no chance. I grabbed him by the hair as my friends pulled his unsteady feet out from under him. In seconds flat they had removed his clothes from the waste down. He was too busy trying to fend me off as I scratched at his face and eyes to even try to fight them. That is until Danielle, a six-foot body builder grabbed his balls and began squeezing with all of her might. As his hands reached for his little member I ripped off his blouse and began clawing into his tits with my nails. “O my gosh” exclaimed Toni, a transvestite-hating butch. “She wears boxer shorts. He really does think she’s a dyke.” she said laughing. Thirty seconds later Katie was on his back naked on the dirty bathroom floor. His hands tied to the pipe of the sink. His cheeks and his tits were bleeding from the work my nails had done. Katie moaned about the pain he was in and his need to pee. Two of the girls lifted his legs up so his little dick, which we were howling in laugher over, was above his face. I said “Pee away asshole” He protested and Toni squeezed his balls. “You have 10 seconds to start pissing or I’m going to fist fuck your ass without any lube,” I said as I thrust three dry fingers hard into his fat asshole. Crying now he began pissing on his own ugly face. “Drink it” I insisted thrusting in and out of his “pussy” He opened his mouth catching some of the smelly liquid as the rest splashed off of his face. I took the pair of Julie’s worn panties I’d brought and mopped up the floor with them. Then I stuffed them in his mouth and secured them there with duct tape.. The five of us then proceeded to have a testicle-kicking contest. We each took five good no-holds barred kicks. The entire time we took our turns, the others punched and mauled his tits.

Danielle and Toni had a contest to see who could pull off a nipple. The tugged with all their might for about five minutes, twisting them all the while. Afterthe 25 kicks to his dick and about 100 punches on his tits, we stopped to notice he had passed out. I pulled down my pants and pissed on his hair and face to revive him. Then I bitch-slapped him a dozen or so times just to make sure. . We slipped six-inch red “fuck-me” heels with ankle straps onto his feet and stood him up. The fat-assed bitch had trouble standing so my friends held him up while I went to work w/ a bright red marking pen. On his stomach I wrote in 2-inch high letters, “Little Miss Useless” and then made an arrow that pointed down to his three-inch skinny limp dick. Above his tits, I wrote “Please punish these pitiful excuses for breasts“, again with arrows pointing to each scratched, swollen tit. On his back I wrote, “Fuck my FAT transvestite ass” again with arrow. On one fat ass cheek went the words “Kick me” on the other “Abuse me” on the other.. Then we tied a noisy bell to his tender balls and as a finishing tough, we each grabbed a handful f ice and held it to Katie’s little dick and balls for several minutes until it had shriveled to one-third it’s already laughable size.

I knocked once on the door and heard it unlock from the outside. I kicked Katie in his fat ass out the door back into the bar. I had taken care to make sure his friends or sympathizers were somewhere else tonight. The Dykes that were there were anything but sympatric as Katie stumbled out naked except for in his high heels and the bell ringing attention to her tiny dick.. Woman after woman stopped his progress to laugh at him, spit in his piss-soaked face or on his tits or tiny little manhood. One slapped his face back and forth telling him not to ever again dare to use a women’s room, which gave me an id for his future. Others read his body advertisements out loud choking with laughter. Others joined me in kicking his ass, remarking on how fat it was. (Julie had disclosed that he was very self-conscious about the fact that the hormone therapy had blown his ass up much more than he would have liked.). One smallish little butch read the words above his tits and began taking violent swings at his titties with a pool stick. Katie screamed though the piss-soaked panties still in his mouth. We led him to the center of the bar and bent him over the pool table. the petite butch began whacking his fat ass cheeks and the back of his thighs with the stick . Then, without warning she screamed, “Sure I’ll fuck your fat ass you fucking freak.” She then fucked him fast and furious with the thick end of the pool stick. Finally, Julie completed her duty by going up to him as he sobbed like a sissy and told him, “Katie, you are a fat-assed transvestite with a minuscule dick and you deserve whatever my wonderful Mistress Donna has in store for you,” I kicked him out the exit and the five of us who had kicked his ass in the bathroom shoved him into the back of my SUV. Katie passed out on the ride back home.

I woke him up in the morning by throwing a cup of piss on his face. Then I grabbed each black and blue little tit and squeezed them hard. “Good morning Katie,” I sneered. “Welcome to transdyke hell.” He had referred to himself to some others as “transdyke”, which was why I used it. He was tied spread eagled-to a four post bed in our basement.

“Forget about women you freak.. You want to be a lesbian? Well you can’t asshole!. But I am going to let you be a transvestite. And since that IS what you are, you are going to start acting like one. In fact, I’m going to make you into a freak that I can enjoy.”

“This is your new home,” I continued. I knew he had no really close friends, and that his family had disowned him when he changed his name and started pretending to be a woman. He did have one other longer-term lover who was out of town for a few weeks and I planned on dealing with her at some point in the future. Thus, it was easy to take his keys and clear out his modest apartment. Finding pictures of Julie everywhere only added to my desire to torture and humiliates him for the rest of his life.

“I am donating all of your clothes and possessions to charity Katie. You own nothing now. You will call and quit your job this morning or I will dump you naked with your advertisements in the worst part of the city and you’ll never be heard from by anyone again.

As you know, I’m a doctor and thus can write prescriptions. I’m going to be multiplying your hormone regiment times ten. To make you even weaker than you are, and to se if we can get those tits to grow some more. I know you’re worried about your fat ass getting fatter. Hey, you’re the one that wanted to look female baby and I’m going to help...only I'll make certain that nobody thinks you’re a REAL woman.” I going to start you on a high-fat 10,000 calorie a day diet. I’ll put you on an exercise regiment that will keep it off your waste and send it all to tour ass hips and thighs. I’m going to have so much fun helping you become a girly-man.”

I then told him to shower and come out w/in 20 minutes without any hair on his crotch. Otherwise, he was hairless due to years of electrolysis. I made a mental note that we’d do the same to his pubic and prick hairs.

Poor Katie sure walked funny this morning.

When he emerged I had him lay flat on his stomach on the carpet and I ordered him to get my foot into his mouth while I explained a little bit about the new rules for his new life.

“First of all, you will never again wear a pair of pants, boxers, or sensible shoes.” Women wearthose things, not transvestites and you are not a woman, you are a just a pitiful excuse for a man. In your closet you will find an assortment of out-of-date skirts and dresses. All of them are extremely short. Since you are tall you will wear nothing less than five-inch heels. I want to draw as much attention to you as possible. Everyone knows only a transvestite would wear high heels at your height. False eyelashes, an obvious wig, excessive make-up, including the reddest cocksucking lipstick will be a part of your daily dress. Pantyhose, except for special occasions will be mandatory. I will lie out a pair for you every morning. And I will make sure they clash with whatever else you wear. I want to draw as much attention to you as possible. Oh, and no panties. Since your skirts are so short, and the pantyhose are all sheer, I want you to be conscious at all times that if you bend the wrong way or walk up stairs, people will be able to see your little dick and your fat-ass.

Enough foot-sucking for now Katie. Let’s get you dressed so I can take you to get you a proper pedicure and some long red slutty nails. There’s a place inside the busiest mall in the city. Then we’re going to get you some collagen shot into your lips so they just scream to men “fuck my mouth.”

I then layer out his clothes for today. He was crying again and begging when I returned to find him dressed. The pink wool sweater skirt barely covered his fat-ass and slung to it as tightly as a glove. He was size 10-12 and the skirt was a 6. It clashed wonderfully with the slut-red seemed pantyhose he was wearing and the 6 inch white heels with ankle straps. The low cut white and blue patterned blouse revealed parts of the hot-pink bra straps.

“Don’t fret about the bra Katie,” I said You only have to wear them now because I’m worried if someone saw that your breast were real they might just mistake you for a real woman.” With that I began stuffing lots of toilet paper into his bra cups till I was satisfied that it was obvious they were stuffed with something other than flesh. “Hopefully, the massive increase in your estrogen levels you’ll be undergoing will increase the size of those pitiful small b-cups to something large enough that it won’t be comfortable or flattering enough that you’d want to go without a bra...maybe then I’ll forbid you to wear them.

Then I sat him down and did his make-up, including false eyelashes sp long a drag queen would be embarrassed to wear them. I overdid the blush, eyeliner and blue eye shadow. A long blonde wig over his short brown her completed the transformation butchy transdyke into tasteless transvestite. I put tacky fake pearl clip-on earrings and a matching necklace and bracelets. I even found a tacky anklet of fake pearls and placed them over his red nylons.

We’ll get your nipples, dick, nose and ears pierced. I’m also going to have your tongue pierced and put four or five round studs in it. It will make the dicks you’re going to be constantly sucking enjoy the experience so much the more.”

I stood him up and looked him over. I reached under the shirt and felt his tiny dick was tucked between his legs. I reached into his pantyhose and pulled it up in the front then smoothed the tight shirt over it. Now anyone who looked could see a perfect outline of his tiny dick and the little bulge from his useless balls.

“No more tucking Katie, “ I warned him with a hard slap. You tried to trick everyone before. No more my tasteless cross-dresser. You should be thanking me Katie. You were trying to be what you are not and I’m going to be so very helpful in helping you be what you are.”

After giving him a bulky tan purse and running my nail down the front his left leg to create a nasty looking run in his red seemed pantyhose I determined he was ready for the trip.

On the way all I could think about was ways I could hurt and humiliate him. The trip to the mall went wonderfully. Absolutely every single head we passed turned and smirked commented or burst into laughter. I made him walk five feet behind me at all times. I stopped only to yell at him to start swishing that fat ass from side to side, lick his lips and blink his eyelashes more like a transvestite prostitute.

I had his toenails painted slut red and got him long acrylic nails of the same hue. I got him new Kim Bassinger quality lips. Pierced each ear in four diffent places. Pierced his nipples, and the head of his penis. That really gave him something to cry about. A few days later we returned to get the studs put in his tongue and I had a special ring w/ a little bell attached put through his pierced transvestite clit.

I decided he wasn’t even a man, although certainly not a woman, so I decided that he should refer to his dick henceforth as a transvestite clit and his breasts as transvestite titties.

On the forth morning of his new life I introduced an additional set of rules, that began with a ritual that would be performed first thing every morning. Rather than a standard French maid’s outfit, I decided his cleaning and serving uniforms should be uniquely humiliating. I purchased him a dozen different color body stockings and cut out the ass and the breasts so both would be bare. I did the same for his trannie clit. He was given a pair of seven inch red heels with ankle straps and little padlocks. Each morning henceforth he had to dress in his body stocking and heels and come into our bedroom and wake-up Julie and I the following way every morning.

“Goddess Donna and her slave girl Julie, it is I, Katie the cocksucking, fat-assed transvestite here to awake you.” He then had to crawl on his knees to a nightstand that I kept an old shoe of mine. He must then kiss the shoe and state, I am unworthy of your wonderful presence, so allow me, to punish myself for being in your life.

“I’m whipping my pitiful little transvestite titties” he had to announce loudly. Then would take the small whip on the stand and whip them himself until I decided they were marked and sore enough.

“I’m whipping my laughable little transvestite clit” and perform the same ritual until I was satisfied.

“I’m putting in the butt plug in my hideously fat ass” and he would insert the thick plug, which was lubricated, into his tight hole.”

“Now that I’m dressed and punished like the male-whore that I am, how can I best serve you now Goddess Donna?

And so his days would start. And of course I videotaped every humiliating thing that he did.

Other rules included hat he was never ever to touch his fat-ass, his pitiful little tits, or his transvestite clit except to wash in the shower. And I kept a video cameras throughout the house to make certain there were no transgressions. It was understood that I owned his body and the only thing he owned were his humiliating outfits, his high-heeled shoes and boots, and his make-up, perfumes and other feminine accessories. .

On his sixth night I had very special plans for him. I invited the women who had helped me kick his fat-ass in the bar over for drinks. Katie served us all night as we twisted his nipples, slapped his face, verbally abused him and paddled and whipped his fat ass. After all of us, including Julie were feeling intoxicated, that’s when the real fun began.

I sent Katie to his room to change into his most feminine outfit, which was a pink corset that sucked in his already thin waist, and pushed up his titties and made his fat ass look even more inviting. Pink seemed stockings, attached to a pink garter belt and pink six-inch stilettos completed the outfit. When he returned to our gathering, we put him in bondage. He was bent over a flat counter and we put a collar on his neck and secured his wrists behind his back in cuffs and attached those cuffs to his collar then secured his ankles with cuffs after spreading his legs. Now his mouth, his titties, his fat-ass and his tranny-clit were all easily accessible,

I have a huge family with endless connections. It had taken me close to a week to line up the guys, but they arrived in mass right on time. In mass indeed! My brother sure new everyone. 32 men entered into the house. Julie looked uneasy and I went over and deeply kissed her and said, “This is for you Julie.”

And this was indeed the mother of all rapes. These guys were leather men who didn’t particularly like transvestites either. As requested, they hurt him physically and emotionally before they began taking turns in his holes. They attached weights to his balls and had a paddling contest. The entire time they were paddling his fat-ass they kept calling him “lard-ass and one suggested tattooing, “Danger oversized load” above it...which I decided I would do one day. Another couple of guys began torturing his titties and laughing about how small and ugly they were. They referred to him as “she” which was ok with me, but mostly they used words like cunt, bitch and sissy.

Then the fucking began. Katie lost his virginity to the best hung of the group and I mean he was HUGE! And while he was fucking Kati’s ass he kept pulling on a leash he had attached to her balls.

Yes, HER balls, one of the guys convinced me it would be a good thing to refer to HER balls and HER dick and HER Fat ASS while saying HIS tits. I liked the oxymorons for this trannie moron.

After he shot his load into her fat ass, he immediately went around to his face demanding, “You dirtied it bitch, now you clean it, and without hesitation began fucking her mouth. Immediately the next man entered her ass. There was a dick in her asss and mouth for the next 20 hours. The girls went home and I took Julie to bed on two occasions during the process. The guys were wired on some sort of stimulant and seemed to be indefatigable They trained Katie quick. After an hour they had taught him to beg to clean off their dicks with his mouth, in between dicks, which were short periods of time indeed. When each guy had cum at least twice, they finally thanked me and took their leave.

Katie was an absolute mess. His face was caked with cum. His tits were so black and blue I didn’t think they would ever heal, not that I cared. Every time someone was fucking her mouth they found ways to abuse his titties. Her fat ass was likewise covered in cum and cum leaked from her now gaping “love-hole “like a dripping faucet. Her ass was even more black and blue than his tits. When fucking her fat ass, the men had abused her trannie-clit. They had pulled it, squeezed it, held ice to it, applied heat crème on it, scratched it and most of all, joked abut it. I couldn’t believe all the insults these guys knew.

Katie was now broken. No, I didn’t feel sorry for him. I just wondered how I could top this one...as I continued thinking, I put on a pair of rubber dish gloves I walked up behind him, lubed up my right hand with some residual cum and fist fucked her fat-ass while I held a handful of ice to her balls.

To be continued.