It all seemed like a lifetime ago. The time before, well, now. This was how Freida viewed her reality – like two separate lives…one before being captured and enslaved…and the other from a time when she was carefree, independent, hopeful…a time when she was a “he”!
Just before her mind was jolted back to the here and now, she had one final image of a young and beautiful man’s face flash before her eyes. It was Fred Reilly, the young man she had been before her owners had turned her into the feminized sissified she-slut that now suffered at the hands of her owner’s father – a particularly brutal old pervert who had corrupted his own son…his own grandson…and thoroughly enjoyed seeing a submissive little faggot suffer for his amusement.
“That’s it girly…your pussy hole is really starting to respond to your stretching program. Soon enough we’ll have a nice permanently gaped open snatch on you slut…the perfect hole for using and abusing for the pleasure of superior men like me and my boys.”
Freida was doubled over at the hips, her torso pressed flat on the rubber-covered table with her arms stretched out tightly at either side, secured by leather straps around her wrists. Her feet were flat on the floor, but her legs were stretched so widely with her ankles secured to the legs of the table that the sinews on her inner thighs were taut and screaming in agony. In her mouth, a large bubble gum pink silicone ball gag pried open her jaws, with the sphere pushed back inward as far as it could go and secured with a neoprene strap to maximize her suffering, as well as the amount of thick drool that oozed from around the orb on all sides slicking up the lower half of her face. Around her neck was her bright pink rubber posture collar with “sissy” bedazzled upon it in cheap costume rhinestones. Large gold hoop earrings in both of her ears, whorish make-up tattooed upon her cheeks and lips, and her platinum blonde died hair pulled into two excruciatingly tight pig-tails tied tightly with bows of pink ribbon.
On Freida’s body, was one of the outfits that Kurt, her current tormentor loved to see the slut geared up in when undergoing a session of training at his command. Kurt was in his early 70’s, fit and healthy but on the whole, a bitter and cruel old man who enjoyed torturing young nubile boys and men for no other reason than to see them suffer and struggle. He stood 5’10” tall, stocky with a firm beer belly and thick limbs with calloused hands and meaty thighs. His face was deeply lined with creases and wrinkles and his cold grey eyes aptly conveyed the utter lack of warmth or compassion that he had never in his life possessed. Yellowed teeth from years of smoking, and thinning stringy grey hair that swept over his skull in a patchy and hideous comb-over. While he was dressed in work boots and overalls, his victim was thoroughly decked out like a wanton girly-boy whore. Freida was sporting her cheerleader’s outfit. Skin tight pink and white rubber, much thicker around her torso to act like something of a corset, thinning and flaring at the bottom of the bodice into a two-toned ruffled latex miniskirt, currently flipped up to expose her cunt. The tank top shoulder straps on the garment were thick and restrictive, pressing down on her shoulders and creating intense pressure against the slave-gurl’s breasts. Frilly white ankle socks and pink rubber high top runners with a thick white rubber platform sole adorned her feet, laced painfully tightly by Otto, Kurt’s simpleton of a grandson for whom he had been taken in the first place. Fred, as he had been known by at the time, was to become Freida, the ultra-feminized sissified boy-whore for Otto’s use as a bride of sorts, as no real woman would have the moron nor look after him as a spouse.
Kurt’s only other garment aside from his faded overalls and well-worn work boots, were a pair of bright yellow kitchen rubber gloves which sheathed his large working man’s hands in a thin layer of latex which was thoroughly slicked with veterinary lubricant for the task at hand. He had been working on fisting Freida’s boy-pussy for weeks, and for the first time, had managed to sink his paw wrist deep into the slave’s manipulated sphincter. Freida moaned in pain from behind the silicone ball gag, gurgling and drooling as Kurt twisted and rotated his forearm in her cunt, making her feel so full that she thought she would burst. Freida’s cunt-lips were stretched tightly around Kurt’s wrist, blanching from the tension and straining to accommodate the girth without tearing and causing serious injury. The more the German sadist shoved and twisted and pulled his hand around with the slut mounted like a perverse subjugated puppet, the more her asslips puffed up and swelled with inflammation from the treatment. Engorged and flushed, they began to transition from pale white to a rosy red, glowing with the heat of the blood that rushed through them.
Although Freida could hear Kurt talking non-stop, she could not concentrate at all on what he was saying. The pain had her hovering on the edge of consciousness, with dark rings closing in from all sides of her visual field threatening to claim her. All she could feel was searing agony as her orifice expanded, and slipped over the old man’s knuckles as he drew one hand free from her pussy only to immediately replace it with the other…rhythmically shoving one meaty paw and then the other into the slave’s opening flower in order to stretch and gape it like a worn-out rubber band. It was important to Kurt that his grandson have a slut who could entertain her man with hours of delight by having his fist, or anything else he deemed fit to have swallowed by her cunt inserted deeply inside of her with a healthy dose of pain, and a docile and accepting attitude. The slut had to be made to understand that her cunt was there to be used…to be opened…to be distended and stretched however Otto wanted. This was only the beginning.
At long last, Freida heard the characteristic snap of the rubber gloves as Kurt peeled them off and threw them aside until the next time they were needed. Her asshole felt like it was flapping and hanging as the old pervert pinched and tweaked its engorged lips, murmuring to himself in satisfaction as he inspected the progress he was making with the slave’s training. Leaving her stretched and secured to the training table Kurt stood from the stool he had been perched on, and made his way around the table so that he could see Freida’s face, and so that she could see his. Her eyes were glazed and a multitude of small bubbles were formed in the copious amounts of spittle that seeped between her bright red lips and the candy-coloured gag. It was hard to distinguish the fluid from her oral cavity from that of her tears, but he knew she had been crying, which brought a broad smile to his face. “It is hard work ja?…training your cunt is it not Freida?” Kurt asked rhetorically as he bit into a large red delicious apple. He had an enormous mouth, big teeth, and since he always talked when he ate small bits of partially chewed fruit dropped from his lips onto his chest and down his overalls. It took him no more than four bites to finish the apple, core and all. “Not to worry young one” he pronounced…”Opa Kurt has an apple for you as well my little sklaven” he said as he returned to take up residence behind her bound and stretched frame. Freida could feel something cool and smooth being gently smeared around in the remaining lube that oozed continuously from her opened pussy. Slowly increasing pressure made her aware of her lips opening to stretch around something that kept getting wider and wider, expanding her sphincter around it as it progressed forward. Then it dawned on her, the old man was pushing a whole apple into her, pausing briefly at the widest part so as to giver he one last painful stretch before he allowed her vagina to swallow the large piece of fruit whole. “Ja Ja” Kurt cooed…”look how you sucked in that apple like a greedy little fotze.”
Not wanting to allow Freida any chance of expelling the apple that was now lodged inside of her, Kurt pushed the fruit in even more deeply by seating a thick rubber butt plug into her opened up hole. The plug had a large flared base clearly visible outside of her inflamed cuntlips, providing solid purchase for the thick pink rubber chastity strap that Kurt was now fastening closed that ran from the front of her latex miniskirt to the back. Once buckled, and padlocked with a small brass lock, it served both to separate and stretch apart Freida’s ass cheeks, and keep whatever had been inserted into her pussy impossibly lodged deep inside of her. Kurt placed the padlock key which dangled from a long loop of string, around his neck, and proceeded to loosen the binding around the slut’s wrists and ankles.
A loud slap on Freida’s upturned ass signalled her permission to stand upright, a perfect vision of submission and slavehood for Kurt to gaze upon. Her two-inch white rubber platform soles on her pink rubber high tops still didn’t bring her anywhere close to her captor’s height of 5’10”. Fred had been a very small and slight young man, one of the reasons Kurt and his son Heinz had chosen him for transformation into Freida for their young son and grandson’s possession. Even in her sneakers she only stood 5’6”, with her arms and hands hanging limply at her side as she had been taught. Her dyed blonde hair severely parted down the middle and pulled so tight into pig-tails that it threatened to pull free from her scalp was wet and sweaty from the exertion she had been through. The rubber posture collar kept her chin up, and her eyes focused directly forward while the full effect of her rubber cheerleader’s bodice was now plain to see. Around the base of her b-cup tits were hard pink rolled rubber gaskets which each breast had been forced through when she had been dressed for the day. First mauled, gripped, twisted and pinched, each one of her tits had then been lubricated and stuffed through the undersized holes in her costume so that they were pushed forward and away from her body, and forced to become engorged with blood, congested, and senstitive to all kinds of attention that Kurt, Heinz, and Otto enjoyed heaping upon her. Each breast was slowly turning a deep ruby verging on purple colour from the impeded blood flow which made its way into the titmeat, but had trouble getting back out again. All part of the process to give Freida “a set of tits worth her husband’s attention” as her owners liked to remind her. That, as well as the hormone and other medical treatments that Kurt’s son Heinz was practising upon her as his only human subject in a long career as a veterinarian. The cruel German men had divided her conditioning up between them such that Heinz took charge of all body modification related to feminizing the sissy into the perfect she-slut…and Kurt handled the brainwashing, punishment, and manipulation of Freida’s body to allow for Otto to heap upon her countless types of sexual degradation.
Running a thick stubby index finger around the surface of the ball gag so that it slid in between the silicone surface and Freida’s red tattooed lips, Kurt collected a glistening layer of saliva that he then smeared around on each of the slut’s thick rubbery nipples. Once moistened, the sensitive nips were cruelly pinched between the jaws of a set of toothed clamps that bit harshly into her flesh. Freida grunted from the pain, before being led from the room by her sadistic “Opa” by means of a thin metal link leash that he attached to the chain swagged between the two nipple clamps. Struggling to keep her balance, Freida suffered with every step as the tension on her tits was relentless, she could not look down to see where she was going, her arms remained limp at her sides, and the apple as well as the plug stuffing her cunt were causing her to walk in an awkward pigeon-toed manner. This was deliberate, as both Kurt and Heinz wanted a dumb, brainless, and obviously whorish bimbo-sissy for Otto’s bride…and watching her walk in this fashion made her look like the simple little gurly-slut that they desired.
“Time now for your doctor’s appointment ja, mein little sklaven” Kurt pronounced as he led her to the office that Heinz maintained in their large secluded home.
Heinz Muller was 52 years old…the only offspring of his father Kurt and his mother who died giving birth to him. He had been an awkward youth…antisocial, introverted…but extremely intelligent. He had excelled in university, graduating first of his class in veterinary medicine before establishing a successful large animal practice. A one-night stand with a woman from a family with high social standing who was too intoxicated to care about who she was sleeping with resulted in the birth of Otto. Not wanting to give up her position in society, she went on “vacation” for a number of months, gave birth to the child in secret, and dropped it off at Heinz’s house like it was an incorrectly addressed parcel, wanting nothing whatsoever to do with it. Perhaps it was Heinz’s own peculiar personality and genetics…perhaps it was the deep inbreeding within the maternal side of his family…but Otto had been a simpleton all his life. Possessed of great physical attributes – broad thick slabs of muscle across his chest and back, enormous arms & legs, and an uncommonly large and thick cock – he was a brute of a boy who clearly would have no prospects for securing a mate. Not without the intervention of his father and grandfather.
As Kurt unclipped the leash and shoved Freida into Heinz’s office, the vet looked up from his computer screen and said “ah…Freida…fresh off enjoying another session with your attentive old Opa, Ja? I guess that means it’s time already for your next gurl treatment. It is incredible how well your little sissy body is taking to the transformation. Soon you will be a complete she-whore for my son to enjoy for the rest of your life. How lucky you are to have three men paying so much attention to you Ja? Turning you into the little she-slut that you were always meant to be.”
Freida certainly didn’t feel lucky as Heinz led her over to a gyne chair and laid her back before tightly strapping her in with broad rubber belts across her ankles, shins, thighs, waist, shoulders, arms, wrists, and neck. In this position the slut’s inner thighs were fully exposed, and the perverted vet feasted his eyes on the broad pink rubber strap and the gold coloured padlock that secured it such that it held back every effort the spasming cunt muscles of the gurly-boy slave made to expel both the butt plug as well as the huge apple that her Opa had stuffed into her. Heinz retrieved his copy of the padlock key from his desk drawer, and unfastened the chastity strap. Gripping the base of the butt plug, Heinz twisted and played with it, fucking Freida with it like it was an oversized cock…watching the sissy’s cunt lips grip the surface of the plug as he withdrew it before stuffing it back in again with as much force as he could muster. Eventually deciding it was time to get started with the treatment, the sadistic Papa dropped the heavy rubber plug into a stainless steel bowl, and before he could even attempt to catch it, the shiny red apple slid from the depths of the slut’s cunt and plopped onto the floor. The vet took care to pick the lubricated fruit up from the floor, and clucking his chastisement of the slave-gurl advised her that this was “no way to treat your lunch” before he dunked it into a second stainless steel bowl, this one filled with horse cum that he had collected from the animals of several of his clients.
“I think we start today with your lips Ja?” Papa announced as he took up one of a series of pre-loaded syringes from his surgical tray. Plunging the razor sharp tip of the hypodermic into Freida’s tender asslips over and over, Heinz delivered measured doses of bovine estrogen into the slut-girl’s body. Experimentation had taught him that using cow’s hormones yielded the most significant as well as the fastest transformations of the human male’s body into a sissified faggot girl. By the time the vet was finished, needles dosing the slave with huge amounts of animal hormones had been plunged into her cunt lips, the inner walls of her pussy, her ovaries (which was the only term she was allowed to use for what used to be Fred’s testes), her clitoris (cock), each of her nipples, her titmeat, and each of her buttocks. Only one tissue remained to be treated, and knowing what was to come, Freida began to tremble with fear of the impending agony she knew was about to be heaped upon her. The slave-slut’s Opa may be a pervert, but her Papa is an out and out sadist. Being most turned on by inflicting pain and agony on a slave, Heinz whistled to himself while he set about removing six incredibly thin but incredibly sharp needles from their sterile packages. “Now hold still gurl” Papa ordered…”I don’t want to have to punish you for squirming and not accepting your treatment…this is all so that you will be a more appealing faggot for Otto to enjoy.” With that, Heinz set about skewering Freida’s upper and lower lips three times each, pushing the needles right through the slave’s lips and pinning them to the silicone ball gag that still stretched her jaw wide open. A single pearl of blood welled up from each of the needlesticks, which were things of beauty that Heinz admired as he used a seventh needle charged with hormones to inject into multiple locations on both of the slave’s mouthcunt lips. Once fully dosed, the tacking needles were removed, as was the ball gag…although the reprieve for Freida’s jaw was brief. In place of the pink orb Heinz quickly fitted the slut’s oral cavity with a stiff rubber ring gag that propped her mouth open, seating itself on both sides of her teeth and pushing her rapidly swelling impregnated lips up and away from her gums.
Tilting the gyne chair backwards, Heinz lowered the faggot’s oral hole to the perfect height for his schwantz. Hauling the thick sausage out from his pants, he was already fully erect and dripping from being turned on by the pain caused to Freida by the needles. It took mere seconds for him to finish himself off in her mouth, depositing five thick ropey shots of salty cum directly through the centre of the ring gag. Freida could feel the viscous semen coating her tongue, and tasted the bitter saltiness that she had come to know as the flavour of her Papa. In fact, she could tell the cum of her Opa, her Papa, and her husband apart just by taste, quantity, viscosity and volume. Coming down from his orgasm, Heinz set about finishing his session with Freida. Inserting a black rubber stopper into the centre of the ring gag like a plug, he effectively sealed the oral cunt of the gurly slave. The stopper had a small hole in the centre, through which a length of plastic tubing was fed with the end protruding about an inch into the faggot’s mouth. The plastic hose was also connected to a one gallon transparent rubber bag that was hung from an IV pole beside the gyne chair. Although she had seen it before, Freida experienced pangs of hopelessness and disgust as she watched Heinz remove the rubber bag from its hook on the pole, lower it between his thighs, and add to it his scalding hot amber pissload. By the time he had fully drained himself into the feeder bag, it contained a full bladder of his piss, as well as that of both Otto and Kurt, who had made two deposits each, earlier in the day. Added to that were more hormones, and a cocktail of amphetamines to help reduce Freida’s body and muscle mass as well as get her chemically addicted to her “juice” such that her need for the drugs would intensify her submission and subjugation by the trio of tormentors. Returning the bag to its original position, Heinz then opened the valve to allow for a constant flow of the foul liquid down the tubing and into the faggot’s mouth. “Drink up all of your juice, Ja Freida…and when you finish up like a good gurl, Papa will allow you to bob for your apple in the nice big bowl of horse cum. Heinz returned to his desk to continue with his work, enjoying the sight and sound of the restrained and stretched out sissy-gurl gulping down five full loads of man-piss.
Kurt and Otto arrived at Heinz’s office just as Freida was finishing her lunch. On her hands and knees with her swollen cunt turned upward towards the door as her rubber miniskirt did nothing to hide her privates in this postion. She had used her teeth and her freshly injected lips as best she could to chase the apple round and round through the shallow bowl of horse cum. The more the fruit rolled around in the contents of the bowl, the more covered and coated It became. Finally managing to sink her teeth into the flesh of the fruit, the sissy-gurl set about finishing bite after bite of the delicious fruit…with the disgusting sauce. She knew she had to lick the bowl spotlessly clean if she was to avoid further punishment, and so she dutifully and obediently licked and slurped until all of the apple, and all of the animal cum had been consumed. She felt ill, but eventually came up on her knees and thanked her Papa for the meal…signifying that she was finished. The sadistic vet came over and picked up the bowl to examine the job that the slut had done, and was pleased to see his own reflection in the base of the stainless steel vessel. “A very good job indeed Freida…your Papa is impressed. Just remember this day and make sure that you eat all of your meals so obediently as you did today Ja? – I think that this warrants a little treat…perhaps a morsel of dessert for the slut.” With that Heinz stuffed one of his index fingers into his left nostril, and retrieved a large moist chunk of mucous that he proudly held out in front of Freida’s mouth as she knelt in front of him. The message was clear, and the slave understood the consequences. Trying not to wretch, she stretched out with her toungue and half licked, half sucked the disgusting booger from her owner’s finger. All three men reeled off peels of laughter, thoroughly enjoying the humiliation of the sissyboy slut kneeling in their midst.
“Come now” pronounced Kurt…”it is time for Freida’s chores and then her slimming session and sauna.”
Grandfather and Grandson exited the room one behind the other, with Freida trudging along between them…off to her next humiliation…her next episode of suffering for the pleasure of her Masters.
“I have decided Freida, that today your chores will be preparing Otto’s lunch, and while he is eating it you may wash his underwear” Kurt pronounced. When they arrived at Otto’s self-contained basement flat in his father’s house, the bulky simpleton simply sat like a lump at the dining table, waiting to be served by his soon to be slut-bride. Kurt on the other hand, supervised Freida in the kitchen to make sure that she prepared his grandson’s midday meal exactly the way he liked. Not many things made the brute of a husband angry, but one day Freida placed his mug of tea in front of him with the handle facing the wrong direction, and the backhand slap that she received gave her a black eye, and sent her crashing into the wall on the far side of the dining room. “An understandable reaction” her Opa had called it…”how do you expect to learn to become the perfect slut-wife if your husband-to-be does not discipline you when you require punishment.” In truth, Freida hated to be alone with Otto…she feared that between his temper, and not knowing his own strength, that one day he would kill her or break her in two.
Finally, Otto’s lunch of six sandwiches and a bag of potato chips with a bottle of coke, no ice, was served. Before Otto dove in to the food he gave Freida an emotionless look and simply pointed with one finger to the floor beside his chair. Freida immediately sank to her knees, arms submissively at her sides. From the far side of the table the hulking German produced a large pair of white jockey underwear, with the elastic waistband stretched out and yellow sweat stains at the inner thighs not to mention the skid marks along the crotch. He wore the same pair of underwear for a full week, which made today “laundry day” as Kurt had announced back in Heinz’s office. The slave-gurl’s domineering Opa took the undergarment from his grandson, who by now was half a sandwich into his lunch, and proceeded to stuff the soiled crotch of the jockey’s into Freida’s mouth. “Now girl…you make sure that you use that hot wet mouth to suck and chew and wash those stains out of Otto’s underwear by the time he finishes his lunch. You get the crotch of those man-panties nice and wet, and suction out your husband’s man-stains and flavour as if your life depended on it Ja?” I will inspect your work when you are done, and if I see a single stain that has not been sucked clean and swallowed down, you will be cleaning the bathroom with your whore-mouth and slut-tongue do you understand?” Freida nodded vigourously, and nervously watched the rapid pace with which Otto decimated his lunch while she sucked and chewed and slurped and swallowed…enduring yet another humiliation by having to clean her soon to be husband’s dirty underwear with her mouth.
Otto let fly with a belly rumbling belch signalling the conclusion of his lunch, which also meant it was time for Freida to prove that she had done the laundry to her Opa’s satisfaction. “Open” Kurt ordered, as he pulled his grandson’s underwear from the slutgurl’s wet mouth. Carefully inspecting the garment, the cruel Opa smiled broadly and patted the kneeling slave on the head as he announced to Otto that his underwear were spotlessly clean, and ready to be flavored again for his greedy little rubber-wife. “I think you have developed a taste for your husband’s ball sweat and ass juice ja? What a little whore you are Freida…luckily for you Otto will provide you with all kinds of nourishment to keep a little rubberwhore like you properly fed.” Freida then noticed that Otto had used the stubby fingers of his right hand to wipe the remnants of his lunch off of his mouth, and now held his hand down towards his slavegurl’s mouth with his fingers extended and spread wide. Carefully, meticulously, Freida sucked and licked each thick finger completely clean, trying her best not to gag as her husband- to-be shoved them deep into her mouth and into the back of her throat.
A quick slap on the face brought Freida’s attention in to focus, and she noticed that Otto had unbuttoned his pants, pulled out his long thick schwantz, and was pointing at the floor between his feet under the dining table. Scrambling in to position, Freida opened her mouth wide, and enveloped the spongy thick shaft all the way down to the balls. Not being given the signal yet to suck, she simply held her husband’s meat in her mouth, keeping it warm and wet until he was ready to be pleasured. The shaft trembled and twitched, providing a familiar warning, the only one she would get that a long hot drink was going to precede the feeding of a nice creamy lunch for the gurlslave.
Otto loved to hear his little bitch gulping down his hot piss. Since the week after she had been taken and started on the journey to become Freida instead of Fred, Otto had pissed nowhere else but into her slavemouth, or her feeding bag. Gallons of piss had left the cocks of Otto, Kurt, and Heinz…all of which was recycled by Freida as she had been told that man-piss was to be the only drink she was to be offered from that point forward. Once fully drained, a slight twitch from Otto’s cock was the only clue Freida required to begin the process of slowly sucking Otto’s cock hard, and then deep throating it with long slow strokes into her mouthcunt to work a thick load of cum from his man balls into her waiting mouth. This constituted her usual lunch, large doses of man-cum being a staple in her diet since making the transition from young healthy male, to feminized slave gurl.
Fed and watered, both husband and slave would next find themselves in the family sauna hut out the back of the house, but only one of them truly looked forward to the experience. A few times every week, the all-male family unit of grandfather, father, and grandson shared a long hot sweaty sauna while they relaxed and sweated out the day’s tensions. Ever since Frieda had un-willingly joined the family, she too became part of this regular ritual…although she was the furthest thing away from being relaxed. All three German brutes sat on the cedar benches naked as the day they were born, resting their huge asses on plush folded towels. Frieda on the other hand, had been stuffed into a tight rubber sleepsack, zipped up tight and trussed with black nylon cord such that she resembled a black rubber mummy from ancient Egypt. She sported a tight black rubber skull cap on her head, with cut-outs at the side through which her pigtails had been threaded. While her captors were luxuriating on plush towels, and periodically stretching and moving their muscular heavy limbs which were loosening up in the extreme heat of the sauna, she was bound and immobile, placed face up on the floor of the hut so that she could do nothing but look upward at her tormentors and beg with her eyes for some kind of relief from the heat. Relief which never came. Only once had she dared to verbally appeal for mercy in the sauna…and act which was met by Heinz taking one of the thongs off of his feet and shoving it so deeply into the slavegurl’s mouth to silence her that she thought it would suffocate and kill her. After 30 minutes in the heat, Otto, Heinz, and Kurt felt relaxed and invigorated, as they had been gulping down copious amounts of water while they sat. Frieda, was so overheated and exhausted by the experience that she had a splitting headache, and felt like she would faint at any minute. Her sadistic husband would scoop her up in her rubber prison, sling her over his shoulder and carry her back to the house as the three German Daddies became aroused and erect at the mere thought of what came next.
Slung over a sawhorse type fucking frame, Frieda’s limp rubber-encased body all neatly secured in the sleep sack became an inviting target for the trio of horny sadists. She heard the zipper over her ass being slowly undone, and the subsequent rush of cool air that hit her skin at the rubber on either side of the zipper was stretched apart by Otto, who clearly had decided to “go first” this time around. The cruel husband then put his bulbous cockhead at the permanently swollen lips of his slave-wife’s well-worked cunt, and pushed himself in balls deep in one agonizing thrust. Frieda screamed in agony, for although he fact that she was thoroughly slicked in her own sweat lubricated her enough for her owner’s entry, it did not provide enough protection to prevent her from feeling the blinding pain of being impaled so suddenly on such a thick cock. Several minutes of grunting accompanied by Otto’s considerable bulk shoving her painfully onto the fucking frame later, she heard him grunt…felt his body spasm…and knew that she was being pumped full of his scalding hot cum. As soon as she felt Otto’s thick shwantz slide from her engorged lips…Heinz’s cock quickly took its place. Another hard, fast, jack-rabbit fuck later, and father’s cum began to mingle with that of his son’s inside their slave’s pussyhole. The final sensation of feeling the third generation of pervert’s big mancock enter and breed her did not happen on this particular day, but she did feel Opa Kurt take hold of both of her pigtails – one in each meaty paw. With his foot in the small of Frieda’s back, the old German sadist yanked backward and used the slave’s hair as a rope by which her upper body was levered backwards and upward causing excruciating pain in her lower back. This raised her rubber covered head to the level of the two crotches that stood directly in font of her, beloinging respectively to father and son. They had slugged back bottle after bottle of water while they sweated like fattened pigs in the sauna…and now it was time for Frieda to finally be allowed to have a drink. Heinz went first, placing the head of his cock in Frieda’s mouth and waiting for her to dutifully enclose his mushroom head in her thickened injected mouthcunt lips. Once the seal had been formed, Heinz let loose, and both he and his son watched their gurl’s throat rhythmically bob and expand as she silently gulped down what her Papa was feeding her. After finishing off Heinz’s full pissload, Otto replaced his father’s big cockhead with his own, and took full advantage of the human urinal that was agonizingly stretched backward in front of him. Now with a belly full of piss, Frieda was dropped back onto the frame still enveloped and swimming in her own sweat on the interior of the sleepsack. She heard Opa say something to the other two and Heinz and Otto turned to leave. Frieda had no idea what had been said as she spoke no German…but knew exactly what was going to happen as soon as she saw Opa Kurt move off to the side of the room, open a drawer, and retireve his yellow rubber kitchen gloves.
The fisting had been slow, methodical, and intense. Big German hands opening and stretching the tiny slave’s pussy until it looked like the thickened engorged lips would tear wide open. Slicked and lubed only by her own sweat, as well as two thick loads of mancum that Kurt had teased out of her pussy and kept shoving back in along with parts of his hands, Frieda had been so exhausted that all she could do was moan and manufacture a sound like a set of bellows when the air is being forced out of them each time Kurt stuffed his thick fist back inside of her. Gapped open and loose, once her Opa had removed his rubber gloves she heard him staring to breath hard with the impending onset of climax as he stroked his member right behind her anal opening. Ropes of cum were fired into her pussy, each one hitting the slack and opened bullseye with perfection. Once Kurt came down off of his high, he stuffed himself inside of the salve and flopped his chest down onto her rubber-covered back while he rested for a few minutes. The feeling of being crushed was then added to by the feeling of being inflated, although she knew that this was not from air. Kurt was talking advantage of having his cock in a stretched put hole to fill it with with his full load of manpiss. Once bladder had been emptied, and pussy had been filled, Kurt eased himself out of Frieda’s cunt and instead of releasing her from her rubber enclosure which would have normally been the case as this marked the end of her “sauna” session…Opa simply zipped her up nice and tight again, and as he left the room said that he felt she should continue to stew for a while longer, in her own juices as well as the hot piss that was now leaking out of her asshole and mingling with her sweat. It would be a full hour before Papa Heinz returned to release her from her restraints.
The end of yet another day saw Freida once again spending the night in the company of her Opa Kurt…training he called it for being able to properly please her soon to be husband once the slave-wedding had taken place and she became Otto’s permanent property. Freida now sported a light-yellow baby doll nightie, with her long bleached locks tied up in a pony tail on the very top of her head. A broad yellow rubber headband with a bright pink flower on it was stretched around her forehead, and a pair of frilly white panties covering her swollen lubed cunt, and her chastised clit. Kurt sat reclined in his bed back against the headboard, casually using his left hand wrapped tightly around the base of Freida’s pony tail to control her head as he bobbed it up and down on his erect mancock. The bedsheet between Kurt’s thighs was soaking wet, as he had been using Freida’s mouth and throat for a solid hour, basically jerking and edging himself with the slutgurl’s mouth and head while she drooled and gurgled getting more and more exhausted as the event wore on. On the big screen tv across from the foot of the old man’s bed was a movie depicting several scenes of feminized gurl-slaves being subjected to all means of humiliating degrading sexual servitude for the pleasure of masculine sadistic men like Kurt. Eventually, getting so hot and turned on by the imagery as well as the feel of Freida’s tight throat on his shaft, the cruel Opa bottomed out the sissy’s mouthcunt to the base of his meat, and pumped a huge load of cum straight down her throat while she gagged, gasped, and struggled for air. Only after she had milked every last drop of cum out of his schwantz did he push her to the side, her nightie-clad body exhausted and crying out for rest.
Kurt slipped out of the bed, and whistled to himself as he opened a large hutch at the side of his bedroom, deciding exactly which lover he should choose for the sissy-gurl tonight. Deciding that it would be a good night to work on width, he chose a strap-on dildo that was only 8 inches long, but at its maximum has the girth of a wine bottle. The surface of the rubber dong was covered in small rounded bumps and studs, to really work and tenderize Freida’s labia and cunt walls. Kurt cinched the leather harness around his waist, and returned to the bed with the huge toy bobbing around in front of his crotch. It was easy to manipulate the sissy’s small frame up into a four point kneel with her shoulders pinned down on to the bed and her cunt up in the air since she was still exhausted from the marathon blow job she had been forced to provide to her Opa…and now she would be subjected to an equally gruelling stretching session – all for the purpose according to the sadistic old pervert to properly loosen and gape her slutcunt for Otto’s future use.
Kurt ripped off Freida’s frilly white panties exposing her twitching swollen pussylips, the thick frozen log of veterinary lube that he had shoved deep inside her before making use of her mouth long since having thawed and now slowly oozing and drooling out of her permanently loosened sphincter. The German pig rested the flared head of the dildo against her lips, and began to press his bodyweight forward. A long low moan that steadily became louder as thicker and thicker portions of the dong began to split Freida open emanated from the gurl’s throat. She could feel her cuntlips slide over every ridge, bump, and stud on her lover’s surface until Kurt had all eight inches, thick as a wine bottle, buried inside of her. What ensued was 45 minutes of long stroking of the enormous rubber cock in and out of the sissy slave’s snatch, working her labia into a swollen engorged mass of hypersensitive flesh…rosy red and glistening with lube, sweat, and sissycunt juice. By the time Kurt unstrapped the monster from around his midsection and removed it from Freida’s pussy, the gaping hole that lay in front of him caused a broad and wicked grin to spread across his face. From the bedside table drawer he retrieved a large inflatable butt plug and a pair of bright red high-waisted rubber granny panties. He stuffed the plug into Freida’s gaping cunt, and pumped it up to its maximum inflation so that it was like she had a grapefruit stuffed up her ass. He manhandled her slim legs and worked the tight rubber panties up into place to help with keeping the hole-stretching balloon plug well seated for the remainder of the night. He then grabbed both of Freida’s wrists, yanked them behind her and cuffed them tightly, strapped a large thick dildo gag into her mouth and throat, tightly fastened her collar which was attached by a metal chain to his bedpost, and settled in for a restful sleep as he drifted off to dream of how the sissy’s training could be advanced again tomorrow. Freida was going to make an excellent slave-wife for Otto…a most excellent slave-wife indeed.
“Hurry up Gurl!” Heinz barked…”I have a busy day and cannot wait for hours and hours for you to get your work done!” Freida had cleared away the multitude of breakfast dishes, washed each one by hand, put them away, and wiped the table clean – just as she did after every meal that the family of German perverts that she now belonged to ate. She was still suffering from Opa Kurt’s abuse of her body the night before but she dutifully minced around the kitchen on her sky-high heels, and worked as quickly and efficiently as she could. Once done, she moved into position beside Heinz’s chair, and stood silently awaiting instructions. “About time slut” Heinz grumbled…”get down on your knees.”
The big German vet turned his chair towards the kneeling sissy and snapped on a tight pair of surgical rubber gloves. “As you know slut, you need to become more feminine if you’re to become a decent slut-wife for my son…and luckily for you we are all willing to help you become the wanton slut that you want to be in order to properly please Otto”. Heinz popped the lid on a plastic tub that he had sitting on the table beside him, and pushed it to one side. In a mortar and pestle he began to grind up a handful of turquoise colored pills. After they had been reduced to powder, a second handful received the same treatment. Heinz dumped all of the powdered pills into the tub and began to stir the mixture, only then informing the waiting sissygurl what was immediately in store for her. It turned out the pills constituted three month’s-worth of women’s hormone replacement estrogen pills, and the tub contained a thickened paste laced with bovine vaginal secretions and dried and ground mare’s placenta. Once combined, a glob of the powerful preparation filled with immense amounts of feminizing hormone was scooped up by vet’s thick rubbered fingers, and smeared around on Freida’s lips, gums, and throughout her oral cavity. Heinz roughly shoved his fingers in and out of her mouth, almost making her wretch at times, and making sure the foul-tasting paste coated every possible surface in her mouthcunt. Thick artificially plumped up lips were massaged and rubbed with the salve, and finally two dental fluoride trays were filled with the goop and packed into her mouth to cover both her upper and lower set of teeth and gums. A simple strip of silver duct tape was reeled off and used to seal Freida’s mouth so that as her saliva mixed with the heavily hormone fortified paste it would liquefy, slosh around in her mouth, and be ingested by the sissy. While that was going on, Freida had been ordered to stand in front of her tormentor, submissively awaiting further application of what Papa was calling her slut-medicine. Heinz removed her suction nipple clamps, and filled each of them to the brim with paste before applying them mercilessly to the sissy’s budding titmeat. The increased pressure from the suction element of the devices helped drive the concoction into her sensitive nipple-skin, softening it and making it swell with engorged almost lactation-like plumpness. The vet then pushed Freida down doubling her over the kitchen table at the waist, and stretched apart the two sides of her crotchless panties. Using the paste as lube, the sissy was then subjected to a long and thorough fisting, with Heinz making sure not only to push his gunged-up fist in and out of her cunt but to take the time to rub and massage the paste into her cunt-walls, and pussylips. The inner heat of Freida’s body turned the paste into a thin slurry, which Papa kept scooping up and working back into her hole until it looked like her labia was blowing bubbles and gurgling with the homemade pharmaceutical. Not wanting to waste any of the slut’s medicine, Heinz stuffed the remaining paste into a piping bag with a long extended nozzle, and squeezed every last drop into Freida’s deep pussy before sealing her shut with a short, fat, pink rubber plug. It was then that he announced to the sissy that she needed time to “process” her medicine, and he took a hammer and a long nail, and pinned Freida to the wooden table by driving the nail through her long braid at the top of her head, making it impossible for her to stand up. The vet left the kitchen to get some work done in his office, looking back over his shoulder at the slutgurl as he did so, telling her that her Opa would be back to get her properly dressed to spend an afternoon with her fiance.
Freida had no choice but to remain perfectly in place, nailed to the wooden table by her hair, teetering on top of a pair of hooker heels with her holes and her tits being subjected to heavily laced hormone cream. It was two hours in this uncomfortable position before Kurt appeared in the kitchen, and removed the nail from the sissy’s braided hair allowing her to stand up straight. “Come on slut…it’s time to get you ready for Otto’s pleasure – follow me to your bedroom and make it quick” the old man barked.
Once in her private bathroom attached to the room the family of German men had converted into her slut-suite, Kurt removed the duct tape and dental trays from her mouth, and the pink ball-shaped plug from her cunt before throwing both into the sink. “Open” he barked, and Freida obediently tilted her head back and spread her jaws widely. The gums and walls of her mouthcunt were puffy and bright pink, nicely engorged and busy continuing to digest the hormones that had been dosed into them by Heinz’s paste. Kurt placed one hand on the top of Freida’s head and pushed her to her knees in front of him. Keeping one hand on the top of her head, he fished out his schwantz with the other and placed his bulbous cockhead at the opening of her mouth. Filling her with just one large mouthful, her ordered the sissy to close her lips and swish, swirl, and gargle with his warm piss before swallowing. This process was repeated until his entire pissload had been gulped down in order to “clean” out her pussymouth as her Opa put it so that no trace of any feminine hormones would be left in case her future husband wished to French kiss his little sissyslut. Feida was then stripped bare, and placed ass up on the floor of the walk-in shower so that Kurt could administer a series of scalding hot enemas to sluice out her cunt to once again clear the tissue of any residue of her medicine that could irritate Otto’s cock. To clean the sissy’s nipples, the suction cups were removed and a bristly loofa sponge was roughly scoured on each sensitive boob to both irritate her tits, but also to wash away the hormone paste. “Now sissy…we get you properly dressed to serve your man, ja?”
By the time Kurt was done with her, Freida was every inch the wanton rubber sissygurl slut. Her dyed blonde hair was pulled back into a slick tight ponytail, and fed through a hole at the back of a skintight bright red rubber hood. The hood had no eyeholes, and one large hole at the front that went over the top of her nose and around each side of her mouth making it a true cocksucker’s hood. Her inflated lips were painted with bright red glossy lipstick. Around her neck was a tight black shiny rubber collar, and on her upper body she sported a sports bra in the same shiny red rubber that sheathed her head. The bra had cutouts at the front that exposed her aeriolas and nipples. Her chastised clit was hidden beneath a red rubber micro-mini skirt that was zipped up at the back, and the sissy had no panties on and nothing inside of either cunt – oral or between her thighs. Zipped all the way up her calves were a pair of black pvc hooker boots with a 6 inch stiletto heel. Her arms were drawn behind her, and secured into a black leather arm binder. She then felt her Opa’s hand on the back of her neck, and he frog marched her through the house…blinded by the red rubber hood, but knowing exactly where they were headed.
When they arrived at Otto’s self-contained suite…she heard the door open and was roughly shoved forward by Kurt from behind. She could feel and smell Otto’s hot breath as he leaned forward and leered at his rubberslut from just inches away from her face. He then stepped closer, and she could feel his huge thick hard cock stabbing her in the midsection as he pressed his body against hers. Kurt’s firm grip on her neck was released and immediately replaced by the vice-grip of Otto’s huge paw. He moved his body out of the way, and propelled Freida forward throwing her into the room sending her tumbling off of her 6 inch heels onto the floor with her arms unable to break her fall as they were stretched painfully behind her. The last thing she heard was Grandfather and Grandson exchanging a few words in German that she did not comprehend, and hearing Kurt giggle and laugh as he walked away and the door to Otto’s suite closing. She knew that she was his until the following morning, when the cycle of training and abuse would begin all over again.
Otto grabbed hold of Freida’s ponytail and used it to drag her up into a standing positon, wobbling on her stiletto boots with not being able to see a thing or get her bearings on her surroundings. The punch to the gut came like a missile, forcing the air from the sissy’s lungs and causing her to double over at the hips with her legs spread wider to maintain her balance. She was immediately yanked back up to a standing position, and wickedly slapped across the rubber covered face. Another two rounds of gut punching followed by face-slapping reduced Freida to a bawling mess completely disoriented and in agony at the hands of the cruel Otto. He then grabbed hold of her hips and pushed her ahead of him to a padded table where he used one hand in the middle of her back to hold her flat and the other big mitt to yank her rubber mini skirt up above her hips. With his property’s twitching cunt and swollen labia on display in front of him it took him no time at all to free his rock-hard cock, and drive it balls deep into the gurlslut’s pussyhole. Freida yelled in pain as the thick 10 inch cock split her in two, and rammed it’s way deep inside of her. Otto then began long-dicking her with merciless aggression, the constant drool of precum from his flared head sluicing and slicking her as he pleasured himself using her body. “Tighter slut…tighter” he ordered causing Freida to use all of the training her cunt muscles had received at the hands and cocks of her captors to grip and squeeze Otto’s hard shaft as it stretched and ravaged her cunt walls. The sissygurl could not see, but could hear the immediate impact of her efforts. “Sehr gut schlampe…sehr gut” Otto muttered as her complimented his slut for properly using her hole to provide his cock with its needed relief. After 30 minutes of constant pumping Otto unloaded a huge load of man-cum into Freida’s defenseless pussy, hosing it down and coating her insides with his cream. Resting with his hips right up against her ass, she could feel his tumescent member slowly deflate within her, her owner enjoying a post-orgasmic haze as his heart rate returned to normal. The weight of Otto behind her was crushing her small frame into the padded edge of the table, made worse when he laid his chest down onto her arms which were still painfully enclosed in the binder behind her back. His sweat dripped on to her and she could once again smell his fetid breath, causing the former straight young male inside of her to shudder with revulsion. A feeling that only intensified when she felt her insides rapidly expanding and heating which meant only one thing…Otto was unloading a bladder full of hot man piss, full stream, inside of her cunt. She had experienced his piss enema’s before, and she felt like a water balloon being filled to the point of bursting. Between the pressure downward from his hulking frame, and the pressure inwardly expanding from his use of her as a human urinal, she began to moan and cry in agony. Once he was fully drained, with his cock now soft and being bathed in his own warm piss inside of his sissycunt’s hole, he pushed himself off of her body and allowed his meat to slide free of her pussy. She had been well trained – a few drops of his waste water bubbled out of her and glistened on her buttocks, but she allowed no further liquid to escape at great physical cost and great amounts of pain to herself. She knew that she had to do whatever it took to hold the full bladder-load of hot piss inside of her until he either allowed her to release it, or he sealed it inside of her with some kind of plug.
Otto wiped his sweaty forehead with his hand, and began to unlace the arm binder holding Freida’s limbs agonizingly tight behind her back. Once freed, she slowly brought them round in front of her willing the sensation and blood flow to return. Her pussylips were twitching and struggling to hold back the flow of hot piss that was still pent up inside of her, with only the fear of the agony and torture that would ensue should she fail in retaining it somehow allowing her to maintain control. She then felt a slender piece of tubing being inserted through her labia into the depths of her cunt, and another similar length of tubing being stuck into her mouth. “Trincken” she heard Otto order, and at once she knew what to do, and she began to suck as hard and as fast as she could. Otto was forcing her to drink his piss right out of her own ass, using a flexible length of tubing as a straw. Knowing that she must be bursting to get rid of the piss load inside of her, the sadistic German stood and watched with a satisfied look on his face as his slave sucked and sucked as hard and as fast as she could to empty out her hole, and in the process filling her stomach to capacity with the same load of urine that had previously been bathing her pussy. Before their session was over the following morning, she would recycle this same piss load another two or three times…something Otto quite enjoyed – keeping his slut hydrated using his liquid waste.
Naked, and for the moment satiated, Otto flopped backward onto his mattress and used one big meaty paw to direct Freida’s head into his left armpit. She still could not see with her head encased in the red rubber cocksucker hood, but just the same she knew what it was her husband to be required of her. She began to use her well trained tongue to lick and clean the sweat Otto had worked up from fucking her from his hairy pit. She heard him crack open a cold beer, and wished that he would allow her even a small sip, all the while knowing that the only beer she would ever be allowed to have would be the recycled version after it had passed through Otto’s bladder, or that of his father or grandfather. Instead, she was put to work licking and sucking and cleaning every inch of her German master with her slut tongue. She licked clean both of his pits, licked and swallowed the sweat from his forehead as well as that from his balls, and suckled on each toe like it was a small cock before dutifully moving to the neighboring part of his feet. The worst always was when the hulking Kraut pushed back on his hands and knees to separate his ass cheeks and allow his gurl full access to his manhole. Otto loved the feeling of Freida’s tongue cleaning and entering his pucker, and he always made her spend extra time thoroughly cleaning and tasting his ass – sucking every ass hair and working her spit into every crevice and fold of his skin before slurping it back into her mouth and gulping it down.
Once she had been beaten, fucked, piss-filled and drained, and made to clean Otto’s entire body with her mouth…the cruel master finally removed her red rubber hood allowing her to see her surroundings. Otto’s beefy naked body with his hairy chest and back, thick bush of pubes and ample ass-hair never ceased to revolt her, but there was nothing she could do about it. She had become his property, and at her size she could offer no meaningful physical resistance that would even slow him down from doing whatever he wished with her. She was a slave in all senses of the word…no say, no control, no release, and owned by a family of men who had no regard for her body as they used it as an experiment to fill cocktails and combinations of human and animal hormones to transform her from a healthy young man into a feminized freak with no place in civilized society. Even without the growing drug dependency that Heinz was developing by lacing her treatments with addictive substances, she had nowhere to go even if they decided to release her. Forever she would be chattel…property…a human sex toy to be stretched and stuffed and raped however her owners saw fit.
When Kurt entered his grandson’s suite the following morning, even he was surprised to find Freida in the state she was in…partially impressed and partially concerned about Otto’s level of depravity when using a slave. He knew that once wedded to her Master, Freida would not last very long before another slut-wife needed to be trained. It had been carefully kept from her, but she represented Otto’s third such wife, the longest of her predecessors lasting 18 months before needing to be disposed of – sold to a Mexican brothel owner who was still able to use what was left of the thoroughly abused and damaged goods that the German men needed to unload.
Freida was jackknifed into a pike position with broad rubber belts around her shoulders, upper back and lower back holding into a position of essentially being folded in half. Otto had sat on her, bounced up and down, and used his considerable body mass to tighten and tighten her position, cinching in the rubber straps as he did so until her forehead was on her shins and her chest was mashed flat against the front of her thighs. Over her head, was a plastic bag that had been taped around her neck, with only two small holes punched in it over her mouth to allow her barely enough oxygen to breathe. Protruding from her cunt was a mass of heavy black rubber that as Kurt pulled on turned out to be a pair of shoulder length industrial thick rubber gloves that Otto had used while fisting his slut and then stuffed into her stretched out cunt after he was done with her. By the look of her gape, the muscular young German had been in his sissy’s guts well past his elbow, witnessed by the fact that when the Opa of the family pulled the rubber gauntlets free a substantial ruby red prolapse fell out of her hole along with the slicked black rubber. Kurt used both hands to push Freida’s insides back into her pussy, and pushed a large butt plug in to keep them there while he removed her from the room. The plug was enormous, but slid right in as the slut’s cunt was quivering and twitching, and remained wide open even once emptied of the huge pair of gloves. Kurt then tore the plastic bag open and removed it from her head, allowing oxygen to once again flow freely into her lungs. Otto wanted his slut to be a stupid brain damaged bimbo, and the hours upon hours of oxygen deprivation was one element of making that wish come true. Finally, once the restraining belts were unbuckled, Freida unfolded like a flower and Kurt could hear her joints pop and unlock as they released from the punishing pike position. She was almost delirious with pain and oxygen-debt, and was barely aware of Kurt hoisting her up over his shoulders into a fireman’s carry to remove her from the suite. It was almost like she was being rescued, except for the fact that she knew she would simply be cleaned, prepped, and returned to her hulking abuser for more and more sessions of torment and torture.
After Opa Kurt had cleaned Freida both outside and in using a large walk-in shower in her slut-suite, he had put her to bed to allow her to rest after the night she had spent with her husband-to-be. The “bed” in Freida’s room was more like a bondage frame, with eyelets and anchor points in every conceivable configuration, and a series of leather and rubber sleep sacks and restraints hanging on the walls to properly and painfully immobilize her when she was allowed to spend the night on her own as opposed to providing entertainment and release for one of her owners. She had been so delirious after the session she had been subjected to by Otto, that she was like soft putty in Kurt’s hands as he placed her into her bed, and secured her in four point restraints. Opa turned on the baby monitor that they used to keep track of the sounds coming from Freida’s suite, which usually were moans of pain due to them having left her in some diabolical position or other…but for now Kurt only wanted to be aware of when the slave had awoken from her well-earned slumber so that he might accurately time the preparations for Heinz to take her on a short car ride and errand…Freida’s one and only regular outing from the prison that the German trios house had become.
Freida awoke with a start, as she often did when a random memory of one of the many tortures she had been subjected to suddenly flashed through her brain. The cruelty of the situation was that every time, for an instant, she would think that it had all been a bad dream, until the reality of her restraints reminded her that she was indeed a slave gurl that had been taken, modified, tortured, abused, and dehumanized by three sadistic German perverts.
The rustling of the bed sheets and the groans that came from Freida’s mouth and throat alerted her Opa that the slut was now awake, so he made his way back to her bedroom, fishing the key for the lock out of his pocket as he walked. The scraping of the key in the lock was all that Freida had to hear in order to provoke a steady stream of tears.
Kurt looked down at the degraded sissy slave with a self-satisfied grin on his face. Freida was not the only one who regularly thought about the past, but in Kurt’s place, it as a recollection coloured by pride of accomplishment as opposed to a wistful longing for a time machine to work in reverse, as was the case every time the sissy-bitch thought about her former life. Kurt could not help but think back on the slight slender young man that they had kidnapped and then modified, to create the ultra-submissive feminize she-boy that now lay spread out before him. Wiping away the tears that were still welling up from her eyes as he stared down at the terrified slave, Kurt said “now now sissy…no time for tears and carrying on when we need to get you dressed and busy with your chores for the day.”
Her Opa had stripped her of her red rubber slut-garb after he had brought her back to her room nearly unconscious from having been oxygen deprived, brutally fisted, and repeatedly fucked by Otto last night. While Freida had been in the shower and carefully douching herself as she had been taught Kurt had been busy choosing her outfit for the day. Towel dried, but still with wet hair dangling in strings and clinging to her cheeks, Freida exited the bathroom and stood obediently as Opa finished laying out her things. With one glance, Freida knew exactly how she was going to spend the rest of her day. The realization that it was time for her regular road trip filled the sissygurl with dread.
Laid out in front of the slut were all the fixings for making a tarted-up whore of a catholic school girl. Shiny black Maryjane shoes in patent leather, knee-high white socks, a black and red plaid ultra-short micro miniskirt, a tight white blouse with cut outs for Freida’s tits and nipples, and a broad, thick, black rubber collar with a D-ring attached to the front of it. By the time Kurt was finished instructing and assisting her, Freida looked every part the wanton little slut. The shoes were a couple of sizes too small, forcing the sissy to stuff her feet painfully inside of them before they were buckled, and locked in place so that her Opa or whomever held the key were the only ones who could take them off. The skirt hit just above the crease where her curvy ass cheeks met her thighs, easily exposing her sex when she so much as leaned forward never mind how on display she was when she was doubled over. Her sissy clit was taken out of it’s chastity cage, but a combination of fear and the heavy doses of female hormones she was being forced to take had rendered her cock nearly incapable of getting even the beginnings of an erection. Early on in her enslavement she had been warned that the intention of her owners was to render her unable to function sexually as a male. Any orgasms she would be afforded her Opa told her, should be only by being penetrated by her husband or one of her owners, and should be very uncomfortable if not painful for her while at the same time giving her user utmost pleasure. Such was the role of a slut-slave in Kurt’s opinion. The acrylic cock cage was replaced immediately in this instance with a substantial leather chastity belt. Almost like a pair of leather panties, it was skin tight, held her cockette tightly against her taint with it pointed downward and back, and with a broad leather strap that buckled to the back of the leather panties, held a medium girthed but 16” long rubber snake dildo firmly in her cunt. Opa had lubed and then fed the flexible rubber toy into Freida’s pussy as the first order of business. With her blouse buttoned up, the collar tightly in place, suction cups on her nipples, and large gold hoop earrings in her pierced ears, she was nearly ready to go. “Just your hair to do slut” Opa said, pushing her over to her dressing table and forcing her down on the stool causing the 16” of rubber in her guts to increase the pressure she was already feeling from having it locked in place. “You know how your uncle loves to see you looking when you go to visit him”.
Kurt worked the viscous mousse through Freida’s damp hair, and picked up the first hot roller and a comb. Separating out one bundle of hair, the slut’s perverted Grandfather-in-law tightly wound the curler into place pulling extra hard so as to almost pull the strands out at the roots. Freida winced and squirmed, but did not dare so much as lift her arms in protest as Opa continued to do her hair. Bit by bit the gurl’s head became a mess of hot rollers all pulling mercilessly on her scalp. Kurt then picked up the blow dryer, and set it to the hottest setting so as to add searing heat to the level of pain the slut was in from the curlers in her hair as he swept the hot air blower back and forth around her hair. Freida’s scalp cried out in pain to no avail as Kurt continued passing the hair dryer back and forth until both Master and slave were almost sure they could smell the beginnings of her hair starting to burn. Brusquely unrolling each of the punishing curlers Opa then took a stiff bristled brush to Freida’s head, raking it back and forth to brush out the newly formed curls. Finishing off with a stiff hair spray, the sissybitch now sported a voluminous curly hairdo that was sure to turn on the special friend she was being taken to visit.
Waiting obediently by the kitchen door that led into the garage, sissy had plenty of time to think about what was to come before Papa arrived whistling and humming to himself while swung his arms back and forth, a black dangly object held loosely in his left hand. “On your knees ja I think little bitch” Heinz pronounced, immediately prompting Freida to drop down obediently. “Head back now gurl” Heinz continued…”you know how your uncle likes to see that throat nice and bulged when he first looks at you”.
The object in Heinz’ hand was a gag very similar to the long rubber snake filling the sissy’s insides. It was fully a foot long, not very thick, but had been used to try to train away her gag reflex to make it easier for men’s cocks to be pleasured as deeply as possible in her gullet. Attached to the base of the gag was a black rubber mouth guard, much like the ones worn for contact sports, that when properly seated on her upper and lower sets of teeth, prevented her from expelling the gag while still allowing her to close her lips so that to the casual observer, it did not look as though she was wearing a gag at all. It rendered her completely silent, save for the subtle choking noises that would begin to erupt if she did not concentrate diligently on her breathing, and trying to let her saliva drip down her throat as she continuously had to swallow to prevent the wretching…essentially trying to swallow the entire rubber column. From the outside, the bulge of the rubber shaft was easy to see, as well as how hard her throat muscles were working to keep herself alive from not choking to death. Pulling her up by her chin, Papa ushered her through the door, and into the back of the cube van that they used whenever they were transporting Freida anywhere. This way, with no windows to look out of, the slavegurl had no idea of where they were living, increasing her sense of helplessness and despair.
The ride to her uncle’s farm took about 45 minutes, down back roads and over hilly country with so many twists and turns that when coupled with her ongoing concentration on her gag reflex, rendered her unable to remember any useful sequence of turns should she ever manage to escape. When the crunching of the rubber tires slowed and then stopped, Freida knew that they had arrived. She heard the door slam, and about a minute later could hear muffled voices outside the van meaning that Papa and Uncle were talking. After a couple of minutes of idle chit chat, the back door of the cube van swung open, sunlight filtered in, and there in the opening of the doorway stood Uncle Rudy.
Rudolph Von Mackensen was a good friend of Opa’s, from the old country. Having both grown up in the rural German countryside, they had been well taught the conservative values that allowed them both to become sadistic sexual predators of anyone they saw as being inferior to them and therefor worthy only of being used and abused for their pleasure and amusement. Rudy now owned a small independent farm not too far from his friend Kurt’s homestead, and offered a type of service to the German trio that allowed them to further their transformation of Fred into Freida, therefore providing Rudy with the special status of being the only man outside of the family to be allowed use of the she-bitch’s body and mind. Rudy’s farm, was the legitimate front that allowed Heinz to order and procure enough bovine female hormone to transform his son’s slut into a sissyslut without raising any suspicions. Von Mackensen had a small herd of cows and couple of bulls as well as some horses and pigs, allowing also for the regular supply of animal semen that was collected for feeding to the slave.
“Sehr gut sklaven…sehr gut” Rudy almost to himself very quietly as he laid eyes on the sexualized school girl sitting in the van before him. He waved Freida out of the vehicle, and held her hand as she stepped down into the sunlight. Uncle Rudy lived on his own, and the deal had been struck that in exchange for his assistance with the transformation project, that once every two weeks he would have full use of Freida for a two-day period. Heinz would spend the afternoon expressing the animal cum from Rudy’s livestock…with sissy’s help of course, and would then leave the same way that he came while stranding Freida at the mercy of the sadistic friend of his father for the next couple of days. Rudy always liked to have his slavegurl arrive in her school outfit, but once removed would spend the remainder of her time with him as naked as the day she was born.
Clipping a long leather leash to Freida’s collar, the two men led her off towards the barn where the farmer already had his stallions and his bull in position to be drained of their loads. While Heinz donned the shoulder length rubber gloves, Rudy motioned for sissy to open her mouth so he could grasp the rubber mouthguard, and slowly extract the foot-long gag from her throat. It was coated in thick neck-slime, extending in long viscous strings from Freida’s mouth to the surface of the slicked-up rubber hose. Coughing and drooling, Uncle Rudy gripped the back of Freida’s collared neck like a vice, spun her around, and shoved her forward towards the waiting stallion. “Leche” her uncle demanded….”leche! leche!” As soon as it felt her face at its backside, the horse raised its tail, and Von Mackensen shoved the sluts face directly into the horse’s large anus. Held in an iron grip, she did exactly what she always did on this situation…rim and lubricate the horse’s ass while her Papa smeared veterinary lube onto his gloved hands preparing them for insertion deep into the animal to massage its prostate and express a hot load of semen into the waiting collection pail placed under the equine’s growing erection. Uncle Rudy dragged Freida to the side of the horse while Heinz worked and massaged it from the inside, whispering in her ear…”maybe I should give you to my animals as a breeding bitch eh slut?…wouldn’t you like that?…being impaled on a huge horsecock and filled to the bursting point with its hot scalding cum?” No sooner had the words been uttered before the huge member in front of her face began to twitch and then forcefully expel hot rope after rope of thick potent seed that began sloshing around in the bucket. Once it was done pumping out its load, Uncle Rudy shoved Freida forward and to her knees, so she could dutifully crawl under the animal’s belly and gently nurse on its huge but softening sexual organ.
The process was repeated for all of Von Mackensen’s horses, as well as the giant bull, yielding a huge supply of semen that would be used to feed and humiliate Frieda over the next two weeks until it was once again time to return to her uncle’s farm for more produce. In addition to collecting the sexual emissions of all of the male animals on the premises, Heinz also left with a large supply of female bovine hormone, all legally and untraceably procured by a legitimate farming operation, with the authorities being none the wiser that the single recipient of every drop from each vial would be a formerly male slave being turned into a feminized sex-whore under the control of sadistic male perverts.
Freida had a sick feeling deep in her stomach as she watched her Papa drive away in the van, waving cheerfully at Uncle Rudolph as he stood gripping the back of the slave-gurl’s neck. As the vehicle disappeared out of sight, the perverted older man leaned in and whispered in the sissy’s ear…”your Uncle Rudy has a very nice surprise waiting for you inside the house my dear…something he will very much like to see you enjoying and playing with for the next few hours…”. With a deep and loud laugh Rudolph threw his head back, and whirled the small-framed slut around and shoved her towards the front door to the farmhouse.
Once inside, Frieda took her proper place on her knees in the foyer, unlaced and removed her Uncle’s boots. Looking every bit the innocent little Catholic schoolgirl in her blouse, miniskirt, knee-highs and maryjanes, Rudolph tied a black blindfold tightly around Frieda’s head, and once again with a large calloused hand on the back of her smooth neck, frog-marched deeper in to the house to a sitting room where Frieda’s “surprise” was waiting.
Father Francis was by all accounts, a respected member of the clergy…a long-time fixture in the local community – the type of priest that parents were more than happy to trust implicitly with not only the spiritual but the physical health of their children. Their trust could not be more misplaced. Father Francis had always had an interest in young man and girls, but a tiny little sissy-gurl who was genetically a boy, but effectively turned into a girl was a bonafide jackpot as far as he was concerned. He had known his friend Rudy since he first moved in to the Parrish some 25 years earlier, and with great skill began grooming, training, abusing, and raping the youth of the area in order to satiate his unholy desires. The opportunity to get his hands on Frieda, was a once in a lifetime treat that made his mouth water, and his cock thicken just by thinking of the possibilities.
Shoved to her knees, with the blindfold yanked off, Frieda blinked once or twice before zeroing her vision in on the large gentleman all dressed in black seated on the settee in front of her. As her vision cleared further, she realized the black outfit was quite specific in nature…based on the white collar also sported by the obese man, now grinning at her with the most lustful expression on his face. He was a Priest!
“Well mein sklaven?” Uncle Rudolph inquired…”how do you like your surprise? I have brought Father Francis over to spend some time with you this evening, to teach you and to make you a more penitent little slut…all while I enjoy watching and spectating each and every lesson. He is a very good teacher Frieda…he has been teaching little boys and little girls for a very long time.” More laughter ensued as the pedophile priest struggled up from the deep settee and made his way over to the gurl on her knees. As he approached, Frieda looked up at him, only to have her face viciously slapped along with a verbal admonishment never to look at her better unless specifically told to do so. “The first lesson you little slut…is that I don’t want to hear one word out of your filthy little whore mouth for the entire time that you are mine. You may scream for me, you may cry for me, but if I hear you utter one single intelligible word, you will learn a brand new meaning for the words pain and suffering I promise you that. Nod your little sissy-gurl head if you understand.” Frieda swallowed hard, and nodded her head vigourously, which brought a broad smile to the fat priest’s face. At that point Uncle Rudy chimed in…”Just remember Frank, marks and bruises are fine – but no broken bones and nothing that will require stitches or a trip to the doctor…otherwise – make her pay for being such a wanton little whore.” The first of what would be many tears over the next two days began to roll down Frieda’s cheeks, and Father Francis began to laugh.
The sadistic Priest removed Frieda’s pink collar and replaced it with a choker collar of his own. Made of metal links, it bit into her neck as he yanked on the leash causing both pain, and a significant difficulty in drawing a breath. “Rudy…I need you to remove the slut’s chastity belt…is that allowed?” Without a word, Frieda’s evil uncle crossed the room, yanked the sissy to a standing position, bent her over, and after producing a brass key from his pocket proceeded to undo and remove the leather belt before shoving the slut back to her knees. “Come now Frieda” Father Francis said as he dragged the sissy-gurl back over to the settee “tell Father Francis what a bad little gurl you have been and we’ll see what we can do about saving your soul.”
Once again seated on the edge of the settee, the priest had his prize stand before him, while Uncle Rudolph reclined in a comfortable chair across the room, his large uncut cock now out and in his hand as he watched his pedophile friend start to make use of Frieda as a little whore. He had the sissy stand silently, and lift up her schoolgirl’s skirt so that he could inspect and play with her little clit. Playing with it with his stubby fingers, and then engulfing it in his hot wet mouth so that he could suck and slurp on it, the pedophile revelled out loud about how he could play with and stimulate the little appendage and yet it could not even begin to get erect. Uncle Rudy explained that the gurl was on heavy doses of female hormones and absolutely forbidden to ever have a male’s erect cock ever, ever again. She was now, and forever would be a sissy-gurl, destined to become the wife of his best friend’s son, Otto. Ah…the Priest acknowledged…a very lucky sissy then, to have a proper man to focus on and worship, as well as so many attentive men to train and prepare her for the life she was meant to live. The sick fuck continued to play with and suck on Frieda’s clitoris for another 30 minutes before deciding it was time for her to do some of the work.
Pushed once again to the floor, laying flat on her back, Frieda saw Father Francis produce a rim chair from beside the settee and place it directly over her head and shoulders. He stood, gathered up the fabric of has black cassock, and lowered himself on to the raised toilet seat of the rim chair, settling in for a long session of being pleasured. “I know you can hear me under there Frieda…and please remember what will happen to you if I hear you utter a single word. To keep that slut’s tongue of yours busy doing something worthwhile, you may start worshipping and servicing my asshole until I tell you to stop. If for any reason you stop servicing and working my hole for even one second until you are given permission to stop, I will strip the skin from your bones with a whip that will make you unable to sit down for a month. Now…get to work gurl!” the Priest ordered.
Now with a view underneath the voluminous black garment, Frieda could see just how disgusting the fat pedophile was. An apron of belly fat hung in front of him and essentially covered over his manhood it was so large and heavy. Protruding from below the adipose tissue were two huge hairy balls the size of small lemons, and his gigantic pock-marked asscheeks were separated by the rim chair to expose a large anus with swollen purple lips around it as well as a generous amount of body hair. It was clear what Frieda was supposed to do, and with the aged anus right over her mouth, she began darting her tongue in and out of her mouth to begin servicing the degenerate clergyman just as she had been ordered. Frieda could hear deep moaning from the darkness above her – the Priest’s black cassock blocked out all light from illuminating the rim job she was performing on her user, as well as holding in all of the body heat which meant the existing air also stunk of the Priest’s nether regions and was making her quite dizzy. Orders were barked in bursts of short staccato, “go deeper”…”eat that hole”…and “clean me out you little Sheboy-whore” to name a few. Outside of the cassock, Rudolph von Mackensen continued to watch and stroke his pole while he watched the pleasure wash over Father Francis’ face from having the sissy-gurl go deeper and deeper into his manhole with her slut-tongue.
Francis kept Frieda pinned under the rim seat for another 20 minutes, cleaning and worshiping his hole. By the time he rose from the rim chair and looked down, his manhole was relaxed and clean, and Frieda’s face was crimson from the heat under the cassock. She did not however receive much time to think about what she had done as the evil priest yanked her up by the leash attached to the choker collar, and dragged her over his knees as he sat back down on the settee. Splayed out, prone, over her tormentor’s knees, Frieda felt cool air on her butt cheeks as Father Francis pushed up her skirt to expose her soft pale flesh. “This is the time when we exact punishment on you gurl, for being such a wanton slut…enticing men to use you…luring them into performing sinful activities with you putting their eternal souls at risk. It’s whores like you who are responsible for leading good men like me and your honourable uncle here astray onto Satan’s path.” Was he SERIOUS?…was really blaming HER for every sick thing that was being done to her now for such a long time by her Opa, her Papa, her husband, her uncle, AND her Priest??!!
“Rudolph…be a good man and pass me my satchel please…I have items in there that will help young Frieda here know the errors of her ways.” The first item Father Francis drew from his leather bag while using one hand to keep Frieda pinned face down on his lap was a plastic Ziploc baggie. “Have you heard of figging, Frieda?…Of course you will know better than to utter an answer to that question…so just in case you do not know – I will tell you. We have used it in the church for many years at Catholic schools, to keep unruly pupils like you in line.” In the bag were five large pieces of fresh, peeled gingerroot. One by one, Father Francis removed them from the bag and unceremoniously placed them against Frieda’s cuntlips, and pushed. Each piece in turn was shoved fully into the sissy-gurl’s cunt, until all five of the large chunks had been pressed up inside of her. It took only five or ten seconds for the prostrated slave to feel the effect. An intense and very sharp burning sensation began to build and then erupt inside of her. Frieda began to squirm wildly and scream in agony while the Priest held her down, using his strength and his massive weight to hold her firmly in place. The trashing and screaming continued, making Father Francis’ cock rigidly erect under his robes. He began raining heavy loud slaps down on each of Frieda’s asscheeks, the sound his meaty palm making against her milky flesh like thunderclaps during a storm. Fifty, sixty, eighty – one hundred full slaps before fatigue made the fat man yield so that he could mop his brow. On his lap, the sissy had been reduced to a bawling squirming mess, her face stinging from the tears almost as much as her cunt did from the peeled gingerroot.
Father Francis had had enough foreplay. He had punished the sissyslut…fed her his anus for a deep rim job, humiliated and spanked her, and now it was time for her to receive his cum and be his submissive little sissy-fuck-hole…the little tease…where did she get off tempting a pious man like himself to perpetrate acts of such depravity. This has always been the source of Francis’ ongoing predatory behaviour. Blaming his victims for “making” him abuse them.
The Priest threw Frieda over the back of the settee, her maryjane adorned feet dangling in mid-air. He removed a large jar of Vaseline from his leather satchel, as well as a hard black rubber truncheon. He barked at his victim…”right slut…out with them – push those things out of your cunt – we have a much more important use for your pussy now!” Frieda strained and bore down, one by one pushing the fireballs out of her body, expelling them into the Priest’s waiting hand. Once they were all out, Father Francis smeared a huge glob of Vaseline onto the sissy’s inflamed lips, and worked it into her with the hard unforgiving truncheon. Another glob followed, and then another, until the entire jar of Vaseline had been sluiced up her hole. The petroleum jelly would lubricate the sissy’s cunt for his cock, as well as protect him from any remaining residue of the ginger that still lined her pussy walls. The corpulent clergyman lifted up his fat belly, aimed his thick cock at its target, and shoved it home. He dropped his apron of fat right on to Frieda’s lower back, and it pinned her there as he began to thrust back and forth, freeing his hands to loosen and then drop his cassock to the floor. From across the room, Rudolph rose and came to the front of the settee, stroking himself to climax all over Frieda’s face as his friend rutted and raped the tiny gurl without mercy. For forty minutes, the obese Priest pounded, relaxed, thrusted, and speared his quarry until he unloaded a massive amount of mancum into her cunt. When he pulled out and dropped himself onto the settee he was a sweaty exhausted mess. Hanging over the back of the piece of furniture beside him was his equally spent rape victim. Francis placed one large damp sticky paw on her head, grabbed a large handful of her damp sweaty hair, and threw Frieda backwards, dumping her onto the floor with a thud…passed out from the pain and the exhaustion.
After a few minutes the two men looked at each other, smiled, and decided it was time for some refreshment. As they rose to leave the room, Francis looked down at the used up whore with cum dripping out of her gaped and swollen hole, now laying in a heap in the floor and said..”what about that?” as he pointed down at her. “Just leave her there” said Uncle Rudolph…”she knows there’s no way out for her and she still has the next two days to prove to me that she’s a slut worthy of the attention that I will heap upon her!”
The two men, naked, and sated, walked out of the room to recover their strength and Frieda was left to recover on the floor like a used-up piece of trash. THIS, was why she so dreaded her regular trips to see Uncle Rudolph.
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