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Subject: Lisa's TG Library: "The Girl" by Sissy (1/2)
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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.
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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Subject: Lisa's TG Library: "The Girl" by Sissy (2/2)
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Part 2
by: sissy
Property
of
Mistress
_______________________
I finally found her again. My search began a few days after I got out
of the
hospital. Several years ago a 18 year old girl walked into the city
room of
the newspaper I worked at and told me an incredible story. Based on my
experience as a reporter, I believe it was true. But before she could
tell me
more, two hoods entered the office, beat the daylights out of me and
smashed up the office. I was beaten enough to put me in the hospital. I
left
the a few months later, after several threats and attacks. They did not
just
come from the mob, the government also made a few. The government tends
to be more creative and vindictive in their treats than the mob. A few
nights
ago while on the police beat (what reporters call 'the cop shop') I was
doing
a follow up on the hooker roundup. One of the girls looked familiar.
Then
it hit me, it was her. She wouldn't talk at the station house, so I
bailed her
out and took her home. Once there, she gave me a run down of events
after
I was knocked out and after.
"After they were finished with you, they each grabbed a arm and
dragged me out the front door and into a waiting car. I was taken back to
the mobster's office and thrown at his feet. He bent over and grabbed a fist
full of my hair and pulled my face to his. Then came the shocker. 'Thought
you could hide from me didn't you, Leo?' How did he know my old identity?
My face showed the shock and bewilderment I felt. 'Yes, Leo I know who
you are. Why do you think you are the way you are? It was no accident. The
doctor has a large gambling debt and the nurses were easily blackmailed.
Now it is time for you to pay for your indiscretions. Before you escaped, I
was just going to let you work for me as a secretary for a year or so. Just
the
knowledge of your terror was satisfaction enough. But that is no longer
acceptable. When I am done you'll beg to go back to hooking for Sam
(the
pimp I had worked for).' With that I was taken from the room and put
back
into the car and driven off toward the desert. I thought they were
taking me
out to be eliminated. I cried until there were no more tears.
When the car stopped, we were at the clinic where most of this
had
started. I was turned over to the doctor and locked in one of the
rooms. The
next morning, I was placed in the machine. What came out was a 17 year
old
asian-american lesbian. A asian-black american (very black). I was now
5
foot tall and weighed 98 pounds with 34 inch hips, 18 inch waist and
36C
chest. My eyes were coal black and matched my long straight hair. The
attitude adjustment was such that I was absolutely, positively totally
lesbian,
a submissive lesbian. After two days of psycho-training from the doctor
and
two nurses, I was turned back to the two hoods. I was knocked out and
stuffed into the trunk. A long rough ride later, I was removed from the
trunk and turned over to my new boss. She was the madam of a San
Francisco, China Town brothel. Her establishment catered to seamen and
other low lifes who liked oritenal girls. She dragged me in the back
door and
up the stairs. Down a long hall she walked pulling me behind her past
several curtained doorways. At the next to the last door she entered
and
then threw me onto the only furniture in the room a small, lumpy iron
bed.
She tied me spreadeagle on the bed and left. Soon a huge seaman entered
the room and climbed on top of me. His putrid smelling, dirty cock was
forced into my mouth. I did what was demanded of me and sucked him off.
All the while trying to keep from gagging and vomiting from the foul
taste.
Three more men, no better than the first used my body for their
pleasure.
My life settled into a routine. A rough, dirty, abusive routine. I was
available
24 hours a day, seven days a week. Except for a half hour every morning
when I was allowed to bath, I was chained to the bed by my collar.
There
was only enough chain to use the chamber pot next to the bed. On an
average day between 10 to 15 men used me. When the fleet returned one
day, I serviced 32 men. It became very mechanical, lay back, spread
them,
accept the invasion, moan and accept.
Eight months had gone by, when the two hoods showed up and took me
away. Two days later, I found myself in San Diego working for a large
black
pimp called sammy as a common street walker. I worked the docks and the
navy yard areas. Each girl was given a quota and if she didn't met it,
she was
punished. More than one girl was maimed just to maintain discipline. We
also had to turn in our tips. The punishment for this was one lash for
each
dollar the first time. Ten lashes for each dollar the second and one
lash per
penny every time after that. Once a week a doctor checked us over for
disease. While I worked for sammy I got VD twice, despite always using
safe
sex practices. And at least once a month, I became a victim of the
working
girls occupational hazard, a vice arrest. The night in jail, was spent
sucking
the cops, both male and female officers. And lesbian sex between all
the
other girls occupied the rest of the night. The next morning was spent
in
court. After sammy pays the fines, we all go 'home' and prepare for the
next
night. The second time , I was arrested, the judge had me brought to
his
chambers. There he gave me a choice. I could be sentenced to 90 days at
the
county work farm or I could spend the day under the bench sucking him.
Knowing sammy, I took the second option. I spent the day kneeling under
the bench, with the judges cock in my mouth. In many ways he was worst
than any of the low lifes I usually serviced. No encouragement, or
food. He
didn't leave the bench, even emptying his bladder into my mouth. After
court closed for the night, he pulled me from under the bench and
thrown
over it. He then brutally entered my ass until he creamed, after which
my
mouth was used to clean it. I was then released to sammy, who through
my
ass back out on the street. One morning I was taken back to the clinic
and
redone as an 18 year old white amer-asian. Sammy picked me up two days
later and dropped me in front of the main gate at the Marine Recruit
Depot. This was my assignment for the rest of my time with sammy. It is
degrading to be treated as a penis receptical for young male animals. A
very
rough, wham, bham, fuck you bitch. One morning, just before 6AM (just
before reveille) I had finished one last blowjob just outside the main
gate,
when sammy drove up with a mexican man. Sammy stripped me and took all
my earnings. The mexican (I learned later to call him jefe or chief)
said "Si"
and I was stuffed into the trunk of Jeje's caddy. Later, when I was
removed
from the trunk, I was in Mexico on the Texas border, in a section of
town
called boy's town.
This section of town was walled off and patroled by armed police.
Each
house was also walled off. To enter the house, one had to enter through
an
iron gate. A guarded gate. I was turned over to the mamaseto, or what
would be called in the states as the madam. She took me to 'my' room.
Actually just a cubical
that contained a small hard bed and had a connecting bathroom, that was
shared with the next room. I was then taken on a tour of the house,
really
several buildings. The main building was a bar and 'dance hall'. Here
the
girls sturted their stuff and solicited customers. This was the first
floor.
Upstairs, the top two floors housed the madam, the other staff
including
maids, a couple of offices and the discipline and punishment rooms. Out
the
back door of the main building were several buildings that contained
rooms
like mine, each with it own girl. One building housed the house's
guards.
After the tour, madam took me to one of the punishment rooms. There I
was stripped and then tied spreadeagle to rings in the wall. She then
took
a crop and laid into me with it. Several minutes later, it seemed like
forever,
she stopped and cut me down with the comment
"You don't want to return here. But you will if you do not toe the
line. Now get your whore ass to work."
In this house all the girls were owned slaves, so the uniform was very
simple.
A steel collar and cuffs, ankle and wrist. Once on the main floor, I
walked
around and saw what was going on. In short, the main floor was a
nonstop
orgy. The first day (it's a 24 hour a day establishment), I was used on
the
dance floor three time, once on the bar, sucked off five men under the
tables
and was taken to my room four times. Plus danced six times. Each day
was
a repeat of the last and each day was different.
One day, after almost a year there, a customer complained that I
gagged
as I sucked him. I did, but he was so dirty, I couldn't help it. For
punishment I wasn't taken upstairs, I became the night's special
entertainment. A donkey was lead onto the stage. I was then tied below
it
and my mouth forced open. My head was then pushed forward until the
donkeys maleness entered my mouth. It was huge and stuffed my mouth to
beyond full. The cock grew and flared at the end, making it impossible
to
remove. All the men in the house took turns pumping my head up and down
the invader. I could hear the donkey's breathing becoming labored and
the
feel it coming closer to climax. With a whiny, the donkey unloaded into
my
throat, filling my stomach with his seed and goop. When he soften up
enough, he pulled out of me and then relieved himself on my face and
body.
Then every man in the place followed suit. Then taken out back, I was
hosed
down in cold water and tied face down on a stone bench. I was fucked
several times and a few girls pissed on me during the night. Well after
midnight, the donkey was brought out and positioned over me. He was
then
manipulated and placed in me. As he became excited, it grew in me and I
could feel my pussy stretch. There was some pleasure in his pumping,
but
mostly it was painful. When the pain climaxed for me, the donkey
climaxed
filling me to overflowing again with his seed and goop. The donkey was
then
removed to the stable and I was left where I was.
At sunup two guards untied me and took me out front. Jeje's car
was
there and I was placed in the trunk again. Where was he taking me? The
answer to my question came when I was removed from the trunk and I
found we were back at the institute. The doctor and staff placed me
into the
damnable machine again. When I was finally allowed to look into a
mirror
again, I saw I was now a 17 year old version of Gina Lolabridgea. When
I
was ready to leave, the two hoods (like two bad pennys) picked me up
and
took me to the mobster. His hands roved all over my body. Paying
special
attenion to my breasts and pussy.
"The doctor does excellent work."
The next day, I was taken to another house nearby. The house was
owned
by one of my Master's mobster buddys. Both the man and his wife were
home. Strange for a whoring situation. Master then left. The mobster
came
up to me and graspt my face in his hand.
"We want children but my wife is sterile.
So your owner has loaned you to us as a
surrogate. You will stay here with us until
after the birth of the child. And it will be
a boy. You will have a room where you stay
at all times unless my wife or myself order
you out. "
With that I was taken upstairs to a bedroom at the rear of the house.
The
room was bare, except for a twin bed and a dresser. Master Robert had
me
strip. When I finished, he took my clothing and placed them in the
closet
which he then locked. He then began to teach me my duties for the next
several months. He climbed on top of me and pumped into me until he
filled me with his seed. When he finished, he got up, put on his pants
and
left the room. Locking the door behind him. All I could find in the
dresser
was a white nighty, which I put on. Later I was told that was the most
I
could in his presence unless told otherwise. Until I started to show,
he bred
me every night. During the day, his wife Miss Gina took her jealousy
out on
me. She would feed me, so not to harm the baby, but it was not tasty.
She
used my mouth for her pleasure and entertainment. I serviced her, her
friends and for pure pleasure she had me suck off the male help. When
the
baby finally came, it was two days late and a boy. I was in labor for
14 hours.
It was the most painful thing I had ever done, it was also the most
erotic.
Two weeks after that day, Master Robert turned me over to the two
hoods. After a long drive, I was delievered to another couple, Master
Gino
and Mistress Mary. It was a repeat of the other couple with a few
exceptions.
One was that Mistress Mary was actually happy to see me. She wanted a
child very badly. The other was that Master Gino, didn't stop using me
after
I started to show. Instead, he just switched from my cunt to my mouth.
By
the eighth month I was huge. Ths doctor confirmed what was suspected.
It
would be twins. My last month was totally spent in bed, flat on my
back. My
back hurt, my pussy hurt, my bladder hurt, my head hurt and my body
hurt.
The delivery was a day late and took almost 24 hours. Several times I
lost
conscienceness from the pain and strain.
Once it was over, I remained there as a nursemaid to the
children.
It got my motor running when the babies started to nurse at my nipples.
It
got me wet and horny. At night after the children were put to bed, I
was
visited by Master Gino. During the day, Mistress Mary used a strap-on
dildo
on me. I was well used. One thing I noticed was that dispite two
pregnancies
I was still 18 years old, very slim with a small waist and had no
stretch on
either my tummy or breasts. When I asked my owner about it, I was told
it
was a side effect of the machine. I had had so many changes done to me,
that the only way I could change now was by the machine. I was now an
18
year old Italian fucking machine until I was changed or I died. After
six
months as a nursemaid, my owner retrieved me. He turned me over to
Frank, one of his high class pimps. Frank worked me every night. On
slow
nights, he put me out on the streets. This is where, I was picked up
tonight.
When she had finished her story, I couldn't believe it. It was
much
too strange not to be true. I don't know want you the reader believe.
But as
for me I believe.
EDITOR'S NOTE: The above story was found in the reporter's computer.
The paper can not comment on the accuracy or the truefulness of the
article.
The police found the reporter's apartment ransacked and have not found
either our reporter or the call girl he bailed out. This paper is
offering a
reward for information on our reporter, the girl or the events of that
night.