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Subject: The Girl (TG, NC, forced prostitution, minimal explicit sex)
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THE GIRL
by: sissy
property of
Mistress
As a reporter for a major metropolitan newspaper, I hear all kinds
of
stories. Some are cold hard fact, some are pure fairy tales and alot are
in
between. But this one? I think I'll let you decide. For security reasons
I can
not give real names and places.
A few days ago, a young woman sat at my desk here at the paper.
She was
5'2", about 120 pounds, blue doe eyes and long fiery red hair. The short
black
sheath dress did nothing to hide her long tapered legs and 36" hips. Or
her
narrow 20" waist or 38C chest. She began to tell her story.
"Several years ago I went to work as an accountant at a large well
known
midwest company. It took me a couple years, but figured out that this
company
was owned by the mob. Two years ago, I testified in court. Several
contracts were
put out on me. The government put me in the witness protection program.
I was
taken to a secret research center out west. When we got there I was
locked up in
a room with my case officer.
'The best way to disguise you is to make you over
into something they don't expect. They wouldn't
be looking for a woman.'
That's correct, I use to be a 6' tall middle aged man. He then told me
how it
would be done.
'We will not use surgery as that will only change
your sex. What we'll do is a complete transformation.
And that's why you're here. This facility is doing
space research. Last year they made a very interesting
discovery. While trying to develop a teleporter, they
made a device that transforms things or people. We will
use this device to transform you into a female. At some
later date we can change you back, if you want and if
it's
safe.'
We spent the next several days planning my new look and background. We
decided
to create a 5'4" 115 pound blue eye blonde about 25 years of age. My
figure was
to be 36", 24" 36B. I was to go to law school.
When it was time I was sedated, laid on a hospital gurney and
place
in the machine. When I came to I was strapped down on a hospital bed. I
spent the
next several days in a semi coma while earphones fed me a new
subconscience.
When I finally regained full conscienceness my nurse showed me the new
me. It
wasn't what we had decided on. I was what you see here, an 18 year old
fucking
machine.
1
My two nurses spent the next 2 months training in all the things a
woman
needs to know. They also turned me into a lesbian slave. The last night
there
they tied my hands to the headboard and then tied my ankles over my
head. After
they left the doctor came in and took my virginity. Before He left he
made me
taste my virgin blood.
The nurses took me home and I spent the next six months as their
little
bitch. One day a biker dyke broke into the house and one of the things
she
burglured was me. Over the next couple months she used me. She made me
hook and
I was used as partial payment for drugs. Then she wanted to become a
dealer. So
I was given to the supplier as partial payment for the drugs. And he
gave me to
his boss. It was the mobster I had testified against. I was terrified. I
was so
scared I couldn't put out. So he gave me to one of his black pimps and I
was put
to work. The pimp's territory was the docks, so most of my customers
were
truckers, dock workers, sailors, etc. Mostly blowjobs and sucky-fucky. A
few
arrests for positution. A night in the hooker tank is nothing but
nonstop lesbian
sex. I was slapped around once or twice. A few months go by and a dark
Mercedes
stops next to me and two large hoods pull me into the car. I am taken to
an
office. The mobster is there. He tells me that the pimp has given good
reports
about me and he needs a new secretary. He will put me up in an apartment
and
there will be additional duties. During the day, I work in the office. I
take his
dictation on my knees. After work I am taken to the apartment (I don't
call it
mine because he is very blunt about saying that I and it are HIS) and
locked in.
In the evening he usually uses me. Sometimes he loans me out to a fellow
mobster.
When it's late he goes home to his wife. Why don't I leave? Well I am
locked in
until he picks me up in the morning. At work I am watched all day. I
managed to
get out today because he was busy and when everyone left for lunch, I
walked out.
Please help me I'm scared."
Before she could go any further or I could do anything, two thugs
walked
in, punched me around a little and carried her off. Over the last few
days, I
have checked the morgue and didn't find her. So she's still alive, I
think. As
for her story. I believe it. What do you think?
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