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Transgender Stories - Shemale Sex Slave
"There's no point in struggling, Mr Prentice, the die has been cast,
the decision has been made - and you lost"
Those were his final words as he left the room, leaving me tied down
to the operating table. I cursed under my breath, my wife had always
told me my addictions would be the death of me; maybe I should have
listened to her.
I lay completely naked under the bright lights as the surgeons entered
the room, all white gowns and masks. On the trolley wheeled in by a
nurse, I could see all the impliments of their trade and a few more I
didn't dare to think about. How could I have been so stupid? Getting
into debt was one thing, but this was just ridiculous, and didn't this
sort of thing take years of drugs and treatment first?
I guess my thoughts were obvious on my face because one of the
surgeons began talking to me. "Ordinarly the subject " - that's all I
was to them - "would undergo preparations, but you're to be the first
attempt at a new procedure. All over reconstruction in one operation.
It will take a long time, and you'll be sore for weeks afterwards, but
that's no concern of ours".
"Can I speak to your boss again?!" I pleaded
"No. . . "
"But I can pay him back other ways, I can get him the money. . . "
"All I know is you lost the bet fair and square, and therefore I do my
job"
I hadn't noticed the doctor at my side until I felt the pinprick in my
arm. The milky white fluid was pressed into my body and although I was
fighting it as hard as I could I was losing consciousness. My final
thought was off a stupid, idiotic card game, being willing to bet my
body on 4 sevens - not dreaming it was a serious bet. . .
******
The next couple of weeks were somewhat of a drug fueled blur. . .
vaguely coming round in screaming agony over my chest and pelvis, then
someone injecting more substances and my gradual fading out again. I
picked up odd phrases, "2 or 3 operations to reach that size" or
"slight changes to the skin prevent hair growth. . .". They filled me
with fear, but I never had time to dwell on them. . . Gradually, the
pain each time lessened, and after goodness only knows how long I
finally woke with bareable sensation - to a horrible scene.
******
I came around, but my eyes were still closed. I was aware that the bed
was rocking, back and forth, something was sitting astride me. I felt
cold, a draft on my skin, and like waking up after a long sleep, I was
aware of a feeling of sexual arousal, an erection.
Slowly, with difficulty from lack of use, I began to open my eyes. At
first it was blurry; a man, sitting atride my bed. It began to take
shape and I could see a youth, maybe late teens was kneeling over my
stomach. His flies were open, and he was frantically wanking as he
squeezed my breasts. My breasts. . . ? Still groggy, I tried to reach
up to feel my chest, explore the emormous breasts I appeared to have.
My arms were still tied fast. It started to come back to me. . .
Gricus telling me I would have to serve him if I lost the bet. . .
then seeing him play a straight flush. . . something about "undergoing
a little change" first. . . then. . . FUCK! I had breasts!
Instantly I came round. Jerking my head up as fast and as far as I
could I screamed "What the fuck have you done!".
The youth on top of me, taken completely by surprise, just gorped
back, open eyed and mouthed. The shock must have added something to
his wanking. . . his cock exploded straight into my face. Fresh hot
jizz struck me in a thick shot. Before I could flinch, he came over my
face, into my mouth and hair. The sight before him just made him cum
more, less forcefully, onto my neck and breasts. It was warm and ran
disgustingly down my body. I tasted it in my mouth. I'd never felt cum
on my body before, and I could see why my wife never let me give her a
facial. His ball sacks had emptied onto me, and it was huge amount.
More ran down my face into my mouth, leaving wet trails, and I had no
choice but to swallow. . .
Having shot his load as I scared him half to death, the porter - for
that's all he was - quickly climbed off me, put his still dripping
cock away, and without bothering to clean me, ran off.
My scream had attracted the attention of the rest of the staff, and a
couple of doctors and nurses came running into my room. It was a
smallish room, without any windows, and mine was the only bed. I
assumed it was a hospital, but I could have been completely wrong, and
it turned out, I was.
One of the doctors shouted something to a nurse, and she ran off while
the others came over to look at me.
"What the fuck have you done?!"
They ignored my call, checking over my body, prodding here and there,
no showing any sign of cleaning the cum off me. I tried to crane my
neck to look myself over, but I could see very little past my huge
breasts. There was one major change!
"Amazing, kept penil function!" I heard. I felt my cock getting
handled, it wasn't my imagination that I had an erection. But if I
still had a cock, and breasts. . .
Then the strangest feeling. . . something inside me, under my ball
sack but not my anus. Despite everything, it sent waves of pleasure
through my body. I could feel something inside me moving, pushing -
every push sending more and more sensation through me. Then something
in my ass. . . and the sensation doubled.
"Will it still happen when it's conscious?"
"Find out. . . "
"Find out what?!" I shouted in reply. . .
Then although I couldn't see it, I felt larger, harder objects in both
of the holes - and something inside me was being squeezed so sweetly
and intensily. They moved faster and faster, deeper and deeper, and
despite being furious with rage and fear, I could feel my cock tingle,
pulse and then. . . after a couple of minutes of the most amazing
stimulation, I came.
My face, hair and chest were still covered in the porters cum, and now
my stomach and thighs were covered in mine. I was degraded and
publication masturbated, but it was almost a relief to know I could
still do it.
I heard the doctors mumbling to themselves about people being pleased
it had all been such a success when I heard a laughing at the door.
Gricus. It was obviously him, a large dark shaddow, about 6 foot tall
and built like brick shithouse. Evil looking through and through.
"Hello John!" he said, jovially.
"What have you done!" I was becoming a broken record, but I'm sure you
understand why!
"Just a few changes, John, a few added extras"
Gricus came over and started examining my body as the doctors had
done, proding here and there. "Good tranformation, John, or rather
Jennifer, always was rather feminine." He was right, I was only 5' 7,
slim, with very female features even before the operation.
"Did she cum in own hair?"
The doctors looked at each other bashfully. "No sir" one finally
replied "She was liked that when we found her"
Gricus smiled, "Randy Andy the porter?"
The doctors nodded, and Gricus laughed heartily again.
"Did he fuck her?"
"No"
"Good, I want to be first to actually fuck this little whore"
Then he turned to face me again.
"We made a few improvement, Jennifer. Added some breasts and,
amazingly, a cunt. Things are a little tight down there, space wise,
but it means you ger more stimulation."
"And this is. . . forever?" I asked.
"Oh yes. . ." Gricus replied "You'll be a special little whore. I
mean, you owe me a huge debt, plus the cost of the op, you'll be mine
for the rest of your life" He winked and began to walk away.
"Get her cleaned up, showered and clothed and show her to her room"
Just before he left the room he added. . .
"And Jennifer - get used to being covered in cum!"
Laughing he left, and the doctors began to untie me. . .
A few hours later I was sitting on a large double bed in what it
appeared was to be "my" room. Every wall was mirrored, and the
ceiling, and there was only sparse furniture; besides the bed, one
wardrobe and a bedside table - like a cheap hotel room.
The painkillers had still been working their magic when I had woken
earlier, but now my whole body was aching like nothing I had ever felt
before, and in places I never had before. . . A quick check in the
shower had confirmed my fears - Gricus had ordered some pretty major
changes to me. I can't believe I was so calm about it, maybe they were
giving me drugs for that too.
I had been led out of the makeshift ward into what I assumed must have
been the rest of Mr Gricus's house. Although the nurse had given me a
small hand towel to clean myself, it was impossible to get all the cum
out of my hair and I couldn't wait to get washed. No clothes were
forthcoming and I was virtually paraded through the whole house naked,
trying my best to cover my chest and crotch with my hands. Eventually
I was ushered down a glass corridor out to a small outer house which
appeared far larger from the outside than the bedroom and en-suite in
contained, or at least, that I had access to. Finally I was left
alone, and seeing fresh towels laid out (but still no clothes) I
gratefully went for a shower - in the also completely mirrored
bathroom.
The only advantage of the mirroring was that I was able to fully grasp
what had changed. From the top down, nearly everything had been
altered. My hair was long, dirty blonde - a quick check confirmed it
was attached, either by excellent extensions or I'd been asleep a long
time! My eyebrows were plucked and shaped, lips slightly fuller. I
wasn't certain if my nose or cheeks had been touched or if the other
changes simply made them look more female, but either way, the result
was very attractive, very seductive - I almost forgot it was me. . .
My shoulders had been altered too, I have no idea how, but they were
rounder, less square. And obviously. . . I now had a sizable chest.
There were no obvious scars - heaven knows how they did it, but I
estimated I must have at least a DD cup now. Holding each, I gently
caressed them, amazed at how lifelike they felt - and they acted as
such, the nipples hardening to my touch. They looked and felt
completely natural, and supported themselves perfectly above my smooth
stomach.
But stimulating my chest and admiring my figure had one obvious effect
that instantly told me I wasn't just a girl now. My cock pointed back
at me in the mirror, hard and firm as ever. For a small guy I was
quite proud of it, and pleased to see it hadn't lost any of it's girth
or length, around 8 inches. It just looked so out of place on an
otherwise very feminine body. Briefly I stroked myself, gripping with
my right hand while caressing my breast with my left. It just felt too
strange, and I stopped, but wasn't convinced I wouldn't continue later
- my entire top half was like having a top model naked at your
disposal to play with, and my mind was still that of a man.
I noticed also that I had hips. . . a definite curve. A small pert
bum, narrow waist and hips. I pressed around to try to find out how
they'd altered my pelvic structure, but the painkillers were being to
wear off at this point and I screamed in agony of the still tender
areas. So they had operated on those then. . .
And right between my legs was another major addition. . .a vagina. My
balls were still there, but starting just where the sack met my crotch
was an opening. Crouching down over the mirrored floor, I examined it.
It was incredibly realistic, lips and all. And, oh my god. . .the
clitoris worked. My cock pulsed as I figured it - a little
uncomfortable and dry but still amazing. I didn't really care how they
had done that, it was fantastic. . . Again, it was a serious effort to
stop myself. . . and I think I could have explored it for hours if the
need to use the toilet and shower hadn't been so great.
My legs were smooth, in fact, my whole body was almost devoid of hair,
aside from a small mound above my cock. My leg muscles were firm, but
smaller, more like those of a female athlete. I have always had small
feet, so they didn't look too out of place. Examination over, I
decided I had to use the toilet before having my shower, however dirty
I felt.
What happened next was one of the strangest experiences I've ever had,
even to date. I could choose whether to piss with my cock or cunt -
that think really WAS realistic. . .
In the shower I washed my hair first. I'm not used to washing long
hair, and it took a bit of remembering but I must admit I got carried
away in the end. Fingering my pussy with damp fingers and teasing my
breasts simply drove me wild, and without a shower curtain I could
watch myself like some wonderful virtual reality porno. Just by
teasing my clit and breasts, I made my cock twitch, and staring at
this gorgeous blonde in the shower, firm breasts cupped in her hand,
fingers in her own pussy, I came over the mirrored wall of the shower.
*****
Sitting on the bed later, I was dried and clothed - if you can call it
that. I had found a hairdryer in my room, and without much effort my
hair styled itself smooth round my shoulders. A glass of water and
three pills had been laid out on the bedside table with a note - "More
painkiller, you'll need them". I took them, trustingly, and waiting
for the pain in my hips, ass. . .all over. . . to stop whilst putting
on the clothes laid out on the bed.
When you're naked, anything is better than nothing, but given the
choice I wouldn't have picked a Basque, suspender belt and stockings.
At least I was in no doubt as to my role. . .
As the pain subsided, I lay back on the bed and gradually drifted off
to sleep. I remember some vague dreams, probably drug induced, about
being gang banged. Men in front of me, men behind me, men above me,
men below me. . . mouth, ass and cunt all being fucked. . . blast
after blast of cum in my face, ass, cunt, mouth. . .
*****
I almost always sleep on my front, just something I do, but when I
woke I was on my back. I tried to turn over and go back to sleep but,
yet again. . . I was tied down. I was still in my bedroom, but the
purpose of the hoops in the corners of the bed I had ignored earlier
was now obvious. At the bottom of the bed, admiring my figure, was
that crook Carl Grigus.
"Morning Jennifer"
"Morning. . ." I replied.
I hadn't noticed it before, but my voice had changed too. . .
"Enjoy your shower?"
"It was o.k. . . ."
Grigus laughed - he always laughed. "You gave us quite a show! A few
of the boys shot their loads too!" I stared back, open mouthed "Oh
come on, Prentice! How thick are you? First you bet your body on a
hand of cards then you don't realize you're surrounded by two way
mirrors?"
Oh. . .it was so obvious. . .
"Oh yes. . .both sides got covered in cum though!"
I wasn't really in the mood for this. . .although again I was aware of
the hardness of my cock. It was a strange sensation. . .
"Now, down to business. I'm going to fuck you first, then you're fair
game. I like my whore's tied up (it's a little rape fantasy) and I
like them to swallow, you get that?"
Without waiting for any reply, he climbed on the bed and knelt astride
my neck. Unzipping his trousers, his flaccid cock fell out just above
my face. I tried to turn away from it, but it was almost impossible to
avoid.
"Right", he started, "you can fight it, but it'll only turn me on
more. . ."
Grasping my head, he pulled me up until my lips touched his penis. My
god, I'd made my wife suck me off countless times and never realized
how disgusting it looked or felt. But somehow I couldn't resist
opening my mouth. . . letting the uncut smooth skin rest on my bottom
lip. My tongue eased out, tasting the tip.
"That's my whore. . . Ain't just painkillers you popped you know. .
.got to keep your sex drive up"
My sexual desire was going through the roof. This man was ugly, fat,
obnoxious and part of me wanted to throw up at having his dick
anywhere near my mouth. But another part wanted to suck him so hard he
came there and then.
He pulled my head up further, his cockhead was inside my mouth now and
I closed my lips around it. He moaned as I slowly began to suck. . .
swirling my tongue around. As his cock hardened it filled my mouth
more and more, and he rocked my head faster and faster. The pleasure
in me grew too. . . every moan he made made me want to give him more.
. . every twitch of his cock made me suck that bit faster and deeper.
My body was tensing as he fucked my face. . . deeper, longer. . .
ramming in and out past my lips. . . the precum like honey. . . I
wanted more. . . mmmmmmm. . . . I never knew blowjobs were so much fun
to give. . . HHHmmmmm. . . fuck my face. . .
But then he withdrew, and I groaned with disappointment. Carl smiled,
and then climbed on top of me - my cunt accepting his engorged cock
easily. The pleasure became almost unbearable. . . my pussy was
stretched and stimulated by his fucking and my cock was being rubbed
between us. It was better than any sex I had ever had, and so filling.
. . feeling a cock inside me, a totally new sensation and so amazing.
Knowing I was giving him so much pleasure too. Each thrust I thought I
would cum, but each time I held off just a second more. . . My breasts
were squeezed between us, and he grasped at them - massaging them,
teasing the nipples. His thrusts were fast and powerful, fucking me
hard. . .
Again he moved, climbing back up to face.
"Open wide!" he commanded, and eagerly and willingly I did. Tongue
out, ready to receive.
The first shot went straight to the back of my throat, the second
between my eyes. Then his cock was forced into my mouth again and I
sucked as further spasms came. I cleaned all the cum from his full
cock, sucking every last drop and savouring the taste, which in my
heightened state was like the sweetest nectar. His still hard cock
remained in my mouth until I had licked it all many times over, making
sure I had all the cum from his balls in my mouth. . . I only
swallowed when told to. . . allowed to.
I still hadn't cum and longed to, but there was no way I could touch
myself.
"Please. . .finish me. . ." I pleaded.
"No. . . not yet, final process in making you my whore. .. "
As his cock softened, he stood up on the bed, standing above my hips.
"Now you're my whore. . ." I heard, as the stream of hot piss hit my
chest, before being directed over my helpless body and face.
Gricus had broken me in. . . now I was anyone's.
Carl left me tied to the bed, soaking wet but still aching to cum. As
he walked out the door I heard him call to the people waiting outside,
"All your's now boys. . ."
I remembered that our every move had been watched through the two-way
mirrors. And outside was a group of horny guys all wanting to get
their rocks off - using me. In a matter of seconds my room was filled
with men all undoing their shirts and pulling down their pants.
My whole body was glistening with piss, but that didn't seem to
distract them, and within seconds they had climbed on top of me. I
have no idea how they all fitted, but cocks came at me from every
direction - forced into my mouth, squeezed between my tits, pushed
into my cunt and rubbed against my legs. Nobody was pleasing me, and I
still yearned to release the cum that was throbbing in my balls. All
of body was being groped, but not careful or skillfully enough to make
me cum without touching my dick. I couldn't move under the weight of
bodies, and the only active part I could play in this group fuck of me
was with my mouth.
Cocks came and went, literally. I had barely closed my lips around the
head of the first before he came in my mouth, jets of cum striking my
tongue and throat.He withdrew, dripping more cum onto my face, and I
swallowed quickly. I could barely draw breath before another cock was
plunged deep into my mouth, hands on my head forcing it deeper. Then
it was pulled out, and I sucked and licked his balls instead, running
my tongue up and down his shaft. And so it continued, I lost track of
the number of men who fucked my face and cunt. Someone untied my right
hand, but long before I could bring it towards myself my wrist was
clasped and I was wanking another man's member, not my own. Just as a
spray of cum showered my right arm, my left was untied and the process
repeated. My cunt was beginning to ache, as was my mouth, and yet
these men were insatiable. I hadn't realized how good a man must be to
actually give a woman an orgasm via her clitoris during fucking, and I
longed for a single hand on MY cock. . .
My legs were untied and I felt them being lifted into the air,
twisting my back at a painful angle. It didn't take me long to realize
why - I felt yet another man between me and sheets and in seconds
entrance to my ass was forced. Even with the painkiller, it sent a
shot of agony through my body, making me tense and jump. This just
made a fresh wave of jizz explode onto and into me. I was being gang
fucked by six cocks at a time; mouth, tits, both hands, cunt and ass.
And still they came. . .
I must have serviced each man two or three times, and my whole body
was white with semen - the smell was unbelievable. Blast after blast
of the hot sticky fluid was striking my hair, face, chest, stomach,
arms, legs, not to mention load after load released into my cunt and
ass. Semen was squeezed out my holes with every thrust, too full to
take any more. When I got the occasional glance up at the ceiling
mirror, I looked like those Japanese bukkake girls, drowning in male
juice. I must have swallowed an amazing amount of the stuff too. . .
But, wonderfully, the combined fucking of cunt and ass, extremely
painful though it was, stimulated me enough. . . after hours of being
abused and forced, I finally added my own cum to the pool on my body -
the Basque and stockings were completely soaked with piss and cum and
utterly ruined.
Finally, I got a chance to relax. . . the guys had all had their fill
of my body and were exhausted - many were taking photo's or videos of
my creamy body. My arms and legs were free but I had no will to fight
or move, and simply lay there, being observed.
"Shall we confirm her as our whore too?" one of the guys suggested.
I knew exactly what was coming, but didn't move a muscle to prevent it
- I simply couldn't have. Surrounded by men standing above me on the
bed, others filming or snapping with cameras, I simply tried to
swallow as little as I could of the golden showers. One man knelt over
my head and held my nose until I opened my mouth. . . putting his dick
in my mouth before emptying his bladder. It was hot, salty and foul,
but he made sure I swallowed. . .
*****
It's difficult to describe how I looked once the room was empty. Piss
mixing with cum dripping from my hair and body, abused and used by
goodness knows how many men. I hadn't slept with half as many women in
my entire life, and I'd never been into watersports. And now, having
been turned upside down, altered physically, virtually gang raped,
abused, pissed on and facing nothing other than a future of the same -
I should have felt disgusted and despairing. But I didn't. . . I just
felt solidly horny. The cum was still covering my body, I was damp
with other men's urine, and it had all been filmed, and yet, somehow,
I wanted more. My cock was pointing up erect and firm and I was
staring at my reflection in the ceiling mirror again. I was a shemale.
I was a chick with a dick. And I loved it.
*****
It's amazing how quickly you get used to living your life being
watched. I'd seen Big Brother plenty of times, and never even dreamed
of applying, but this was different. For the first few days I was
incredibly bored and self-conscious, I knew my every action was being
watched and scrutinized and I didn't actually have anything to do -
beside admire myself in the mirror. It took a lot of get used to using
the toilet knowing you were being watched!
I had time to explore my new body and consider what situation I was
in. The range of clothes I did have told me my initial guess had been
spot on, I had a typical hourglass figure with 36DD boobs. Also, my
body remained completely hairless, not a hint of growth on my face,
legs or anywhere. That must have been part of the surgery, or maybe
the tablets. The pain was less, but I still needed the medication. It
was changing, the tablet sizes and colours were different, so
obviously they wanted different things from me, but two always
remained the same and by experimenting with the timing of taking each,
I learnt what they were for.
The small round tablet, like any normal paracetamol, was amazing. If
you could have bought this painkiller over the counter, you'd never
consider anything else again. About half an hour after taking it, I
was pain free and ready for anything. . . which was good, considering
the long red caplet was the one designed to boost my sex drive. I was
given one of those with every painkiller, about two or three times a
day, and without fail an hour or so later, I had a client.
After the first day, things had calmed down a bit. Every-so-often
Gricus would come over and have me tied up. He liked a bit of variety;
I could be tied up in an ingenious number of positions and places, I
just got used to it. The idea was always the same, he never touched my
cock, only used my cunt and mouth and had to drench me afterwards. I
don't think I was really for his pleasure, I think I was there to earn
him some money, or at least repay my debts. He had explained it to me
one time while fucking my face hard; upside down as I hung from the
hoops on the ceiling. He liked it that way, the upward curve of his
dick fitted better. . .
"You owe me a lot, Jennifer"
He dug his fingers into my breast painfully because I wasn't sucking
deep enough.
"The initial debt is nothing now. . . oh. . . mmmmm. . . that's
better. But just to pay for your upkeep I have to get in hundreds of
pounds a day, and then there's paying off the surgeons, the backlog
before you could work. . . "
My cock swung just inches from his face, but whereas many men
reciprocated the cocksucking, he did not. My arms were tightly bound
behind my back and connected to a longer chain from the ceiling, so I
couldn't please myself either.
"I'm going to have to rent you out"
My heart jumped. . .partly fear, partly excitement
"There's a number of people interested. . . "
My mind raced through some of the men I had seen in the last few days,
which of them might be interested in my services. . . more of my
services. . . My performance suffered because I let distraction cloud
my concentration. I swift smack between my spread legs brought me
back, making my cunt and balls sting.
"Enough of this. . . worthless cum-sucker"
Grabbing my head and using me like a toy, he rammed hard and fast
between my lips until he came, pulling out at the last second to spray
his cum on my hanging tits. Despite being upside down, they kept their
shape well. . . He must have been very distracted, because he left
after that without the usual finish.
Things were going to change! I needed a bit of variety. . . I pondered
what might happen, still hanging upside down, the semen running over
my face and forehead. The vulture descended soon though. The vulture
was my pet name for one of my regulars. I didn't really understand
what went on our there, but I felt that I was being observed and
filmed all the time, and maybe broadcast? Certain guys had to pay to
fuck me, but I felt the crew, the staff, could have me at certain
times for free - all the guys who had raped me at the very start. The
vulture was one of those, and he always came after someone else, to
feed on the aftermath - hence the name.
Crouching down, he started licking Gricus's cum from my face, pulling
his cock as he did, poking out of his flies. He was an ugly fucker,
and never said a word, but he nearly always got me off - so he had
some advantages. Once my face was clean, he stood up again and we
69'd. He wasn't as demanding as Carl, and all the while I was
thinking. . . rented out. . . out? did that mean I could leave? And
what would I do, it can't be more of the same. . . I kept wondering
about it until I felt the cum rising in my balls. This was the most
distracted I had been from fucking since I got here - maybe it was the
blood rushing to my brain. I fed the vulture seconds before he fed me,
and he took his own load back before letting me down and leaving. That
night I didn't dream of the gang-bang, I dreamt of my old life, being
outside. . .
*****
Prior to all this, I had a pretty successful career. Nothing too
fancy, nothing too well paid, just a bit of buying and selling,
keeping things ticking over enough to have a boring but safe life. I
was (am?) married, but we didn't have any kids, hardly had enough sex
to make it a possibility. My wife and I hadn't slept together before
we got married - both of us believed this was the correct and noble
thing to do. But I had a serious porn and masturbation addiction, I
pulled myself off at least twice a day, and I had hoped that being
able to actually fuck would help to cure it. But she only wanted sex
about once a month. . . if that. Which left 59 times I had to take
things into my own hands.
I don't really know when the gambling had started. I guess I was just
bored. It started small, a few bets online, a few games of poker, then
gradually it grew and grew. When I wasn't earning money I was wasting
it on poker or porn. One night at a friends, I lost big, and couldn't
pay the debts. It was small money really, only a couple of hundred
pounds (about 400 dollars to you US people), but it was serious at the
time. As a forfeit, my host made me dress up in his wife's underwear
and took photos - which he sold to a magazine. Between the humiliation
and the payment from the magazine, he called it quits. You might have
thought that would have cured me of gambling, but instead it gave me a
feel for sexy lingerie. The bra and pants felt so smooth and soft, and
the stockings. . mmmmm! Now I wasted my money on gambling and clothes!
My wife was a similar size to me, so I simply bought her lots and lots
of underwear. She didn't take too kindly, but fuck her, it wasn't for
her.
Anyway, I was up to eyeballs in debt by now, and that's when I met
Carl Gricus, bookmaker and loan shark. He bailed me out of my other
debts but boy, did I pay through the nose. And when he suggested
poker, I was a grade A sucker. By the time I'd played a few evenings,
I was over 20,000 in arrears. Gricus told me it was time to pay up or
pay the price, but I pleaded for one last chance to win it back, a
massive stakes game, and even when 20 grand went on the table, I only
had one thing to call him with. . . and the rest is history.
*****
I didn't have to wait too long to find out where and to whom I was to
be rented. Gricus had a friend who ran a top class private hospital -
it was where he got the surgeons from - and the high paying clients
wanted extra special treatment of the less medical kind.
One morning I was woken up by four of the burly crew pinning down my
arms and legs. It had been a while since a force group fucking so I
expected my time had come again, but that wasn't on their minds for
once. I sleep in the nude, partly because I've always done so, partly
because they didn't provide me with any night clothes. Held down face
up, with the covers ripped off, my entire body was exposed.
A lab coated doctor with a syringe stood at the side of the bed, the
swelling in his pants obvious. Behind him stood an older man in a
suit, Miles, Gricus's right hand man - sharp ass lawyer too.
"Do you think it'll work?" he asked.
"No reason why not. . ." the doctor replied, bending over my prone
body, syringe poised. Spreading his hand over my breast, with obvious
pleasure, he lifted it and inserted the needle underneath. I hadn't
had my painkillers yet, and it was a very sharp prick( - just like
Miles really). I felt the fluid squeezed into my flesh, I had no idea
what it would do, surely they didn't want them bigger?!
The process was repeated on the other side, again the doctor had a
good fondle. He turned to Miles.
"Do you think Carl would mind if I. . . ?"
Miles smiled. "Not at all."
The flies were unzipped and doctor climbed on top of me, rubbing his
cock between my now very tender tits. It almost felt like something
was moving inside them, a horrible, horrible sensation. They were
pummeled and squeezed harder, nipples pinched and rubbed as his cock
bounced off my chin. Ordinarily the "horny pills" would have made me
open wide and lick the tip as it came, but it was too early and the
feeling in my breasts was so distracting.
"Will it take long?" Miles asked, just out of my sight behind the
panting doc.
"Nearly. . . there. . . "
"No, you cunt! The injections!"
There was no reply. . . my tits were dropped, hair was grabbed and a
blast of cum painted my face. The first shot left a sticky rope from
forehead to chin, the second was directed at my lips. With his hands
firmly on my cheeks, my head was lifted and the remaining cum was
spilt into my mouth, forced open by a still hard cock.
"Oh. . . " gathering his composure, "a couple of days. Try them on
Thursday"
It wasn't long before the four thugs were fucking me too, still
without painkillers. I sucked and wanked two while one took my ass
from behind and the last sucked me off. My ass was used to be used
now, so I coped, but I still wasn't used to having to clean his cock
afterwards, and all four came in pussy in quick time. . . filling it
with their juice then licking it out till I came again, squirting onto
my own boobs.
*****
Thursday came and I woke to the doctor and Miles again.
"Here to try whatever you said you were going to?" I asked. My chest
had been tender ever since, and my nipples were tingling.
Miles approached and stood in front of me as I sat at the edge of the
bed. Unlike normal, there were no clothes either in my wardrobe or
laid out for me. but I was pretty used to being naked by now. Miles
was one of the few people that hadn't fucked me, and as he reached
forward with his left hand, I noticed the gold band on his ring
finger. He clamped around my left nipple painfully with his thumb and
forefinger. I called out in pain as he tightened his grip, then looked
on in horror as the white milk slowly trickled down my breast.
"How the fuck?!" I exclaimed.
Miles gave me a half-sided smile.
"Your breasts ARE natural - not implants. They came from an
unfortunate woman, involved in a, ahem, messy, divorce. Dr Bennett
assured me he could make them work, and it seems he was right"
Dr Bennett looked on smugly. Miles wiped the breast milk up with his
finger and put it in his mouth. "Tastes about right too"
He turned to the far mirror and said "Right guys, she's good to go". A
couple of the crew entered and took me by each hand, leading me out of
the room for the first time since the operation. Just as I was leaving
I heard Miles call after me. . .
"You can be milked at both ends now!"
*****
Even watching Big Brother hadn't prepared me for what I saw outside
the cell. Cameras, mics, editing suites, it was a whole business based
around watching me. I could see various screen, all showing me being
shagged from different angles and positions, views of my body I'd not
seen: close ups of my cock and twat as I was bending over, fucked up
the ass; cum squirting over my eyelids as I hung upside down; my
breasts being manhandled by a horny bloke as I rocked my head back and
forth in a sloppy blowjob. Pinned up on the wall, just noticed as I
was leaving with a huge glossy poster. It was from the first night, I
lay on the bed literally caked in semen as the guys stood around me on
the bed - the pissing just started, but not enough to clean off their
cum. "Bukkake Bitch" was emblazoned across the top in huge red
letters, "Shemale sucks, fucks and blasted with CUM!" underneath, and
"Available on DVD NOW!" at the bottom. . .
I was straight outside once through the door, still naked, and before
my eyes could adapt to the sun, I was thrown into the back of van. I
just about steadied myself before the van pulled away and I collapsed
to the floor again. There was very little light, and I scrambled
around until I found somewhere to sit; one of the wheel arches.
Perhaps leaving my cell wasn't such a great thing afterall. . .
About ten minutes into the journey I had settled down and found a
sealed plastic bag just inside the doors. I didn't remember seeing it
earlier, but it must have been there. It had my name on it, well,
Jennifer, so I decided that it was obviously meant for me to open.
Inside was a small folder, some clothes, a bottle of pills (thank
God!) and a bottle of water. Quickly I took a couple of the pills, the
bottle was divided down the middle, I had one of each. Maybe there was
something in them to make me addicted?
Then I examined the clothes, I was still naked and it was bloody
freezing in the back of the van, my nipples could have cut glass.
There were two identical uniform sets, with lingerie. Black knickers,
garter belt, stockings and bra and a very skimpy nurse uniform. I put
one set on, it fitted perfect, as my clothes always did, the low cut
top showing a mass of cleavage and the short skirt just not quite long
enough to hide the stocking tops. Typical dirty old man's nurse
outfit, complete with a little hat with a red cross.
O.k.. . . I mused, I knew fuck all about medicine, but I doubted that
was what I was there for. . . I opened the folder. There was only one
sheet of paper inside, contain a job description and CV. I read
through it. . .
Name: Nurse Extra D.O.B: 17th Feb. 1985
Well, they'd cut a hell of a lot off my age, but I could pass for 19
now.
Services provided: General comfort of patients.
Uh-huh. . . I read on, it was pretty obvious what they wanted.
*****
The trip took about another hour, but eventually I was bundled out the
van outside a large modern looking hospital. The goons led me straight
away up to the top floor, which I managed to catch from the notice
board was "special patient recovery". The worrying thing was, although
the rest of hospital and patients looked pretty normal I guess (I
usually tried to avoid hospitals, so I'm judging my ER standards
here!), no one really seemed to notice me - I would have expected to
turn a head or two. . .
As soon as the lift doors opened on the top floor it was clear why
though. . . All the nurses were dressed like me. There was a reception
desk straight ahead, and I deposited there in front of a grumpy, but
gorgeous, matron. Looking around, I saw there were at least four
wards, each containing a series of what looked like private rooms. The
matron barked an order and I instantly stopped my glancing around.
"Right! Nurse Extra eh?! Hmmmm" She frowned.
"Let me guess, " she continued "you can do fuck all nursing?"
I nodded, she sighed.
"O.k. . . . follow Nurse Jones on her rounds today. JONES!"
A particularly attractive young blonde came running over.
"Jones, this is the unusually named Extra. She, as you all seem to be
when you get here, is a complete novice. Take her under your wing for
a week or two, show her round. But I shall expect double work, not
just your usual lazy shite."
Nurse Jones nodded, and I followed her as we walked towards the
furthest ward from the shouting matron. I had hundreds of questions,
but she seemed as talkative to me as she had been to nurse bossy. We
moved from room to room, men and women, none looking particularly ill,
in giant rooms with double beds and widescreen TV's. As we made their
beds up, every single one groped our tits and asses. At first I
jumped, but Jones seemed almost a zombie to it. . . There were
countless lewd comments and plenty of suggestions. . .
One question burned in my mind. . . was Jones a shemale too?
Eventually, between rooms, I decide it was time to try another
questions.
"Are you all woman?" I asked, phrasing it in such a bizarre way.
Jones looked at me blankly. . . raising an eyebrow.
"Do I look like a fucking man?"
"No. . . " I replied "but. . . "
"Oh fuck off." Discussion over.
The next room contained a middle aged man in a large reclining chair.
He smiled up at us, and commented we were late. Jones ignored him and
got with making his bed. Once we'd finished, he coughed politely.
"Time for my medicine I think. . . " his voice was low and had a
certain growl. Jones picked up his chart from the end of the bed and
sighed. Without a single word, she dropped the chart back on the bed
and hitched her skirt up, revealing smooth tight panties - she was all
woman afterall. Walking round to face our patient, she dropped to her
knees and undid his flies. . . within seconds she was giving head. I
just stood, amazed, and watched. Our patient coughed again and pointed
to the chart, nodding too. I picked it up and scanned for the section
on medication. . . Blowjob, twice a day, swallow. And beneath that. .
. breastmilk, fresh, twice a day. . . I felt his hand through the bra
and uniform, gently squeezing at my breast.
"Come to papa. . ."
This was going to be one hell of a job. . .
"There's no point in struggling, Mr Prentice, the die has been cast,
the decision has been made - and you lost"
Those were his final words as he left the room, leaving me tied down
to the operating table. I cursed under my breath, my wife had always
told me my addictions would be the death of me; maybe I should have
listened to her.
I lay completely naked under the bright lights as the surgeons entered
the room, all white gowns and masks. On the trolley wheeled in by a
nurse, I could see all the impliments of their trade and a few more I
didn't dare to think about. How could I have been so stupid? Getting
into debt was one thing, but this was just ridiculous, and didn't this
sort of thing take years of drugs and treatment first?
I guess my thoughts were obvious on my face because one of the
surgeons began talking to me. "Ordinarly the subject " - that's all I
was to them - "would undergo preparations, but you're to be the first
attempt at a new procedure. All over reconstruction in one operation.
It will take a long time, and you'll be sore for weeks afterwards, but
that's no concern of ours".
"Can I speak to your boss again?!" I pleaded
"No. . . "
"But I can pay him back other ways, I can get him the money. . . "
"All I know is you lost the bet fair and square, and therefore I do my
job"
I hadn't noticed the doctor at my side until I felt the pinprick in my
arm. The milky white fluid was pressed into my body and although I was
fighting it as hard as I could I was losing consciousness. My final
thought was off a stupid, idiotic card game, being willing to bet my
body on 4 sevens - not dreaming it was a serious bet. . .
******
The next couple of weeks were somewhat of a drug fueled blur. . .
vaguely coming round in screaming agony over my chest and pelvis, then
someone injecting more substances and my gradual fading out again. I
picked up odd phrases, "2 or 3 operations to reach that size" or
"slight changes to the skin prevent hair growth. . .". They filled me
with fear, but I never had time to dwell on them. . . Gradually, the
pain each time lessened, and after goodness only knows how long I
finally woke with bareable sensation - to a horrible scene.
******
I came around, but my eyes were still closed. I was aware that the bed
was rocking, back and forth, something was sitting astride me. I felt
cold, a draft on my skin, and like waking up after a long sleep, I was
aware of a feeling of sexual arousal, an erection.
Slowly, with difficulty from lack of use, I began to open my eyes. At
first it was blurry; a man, sitting atride my bed. It began to take
shape and I could see a youth, maybe late teens was kneeling over my
stomach. His flies were open, and he was frantically wanking as he
squeezed my breasts. My breasts. . . ? Still groggy, I tried to reach
up to feel my chest, explore the emormous breasts I appeared to have.
My arms were still tied fast. It started to come back to me. . .
Gricus telling me I would have to serve him if I lost the bet. . .
then seeing him play a straight flush. . . something about "undergoing
a little change" first. . . then. . . FUCK! I had breasts!
Instantly I came round. Jerking my head up as fast and as far as I
could I screamed "What the fuck have you done!".
The youth on top of me, taken completely by surprise, just gorped
back, open eyed and mouthed. The shock must have added something to
his wanking. . . his cock exploded straight into my face. Fresh hot
jizz struck me in a thick shot. Before I could flinch, he came over my
face, into my mouth and hair. The sight before him just made him cum
more, less forcefully, onto my neck and breasts. It was warm and ran
disgustingly down my body. I tasted it in my mouth. I'd never felt cum
on my body before, and I could see why my wife never let me give her a
facial. His ball sacks had emptied onto me, and it was huge amount.
More ran down my face into my mouth, leaving wet trails, and I had no
choice but to swallow. . .
Having shot his load as I scared him half to death, the porter - for
that's all he was - quickly climbed off me, put his still dripping
cock away, and without bothering to clean me, ran off.
My scream had attracted the attention of the rest of the staff, and a
couple of doctors and nurses came running into my room. It was a
smallish room, without any windows, and mine was the only bed. I
assumed it was a hospital, but I could have been completely wrong, and
it turned out, I was.
One of the doctors shouted something to a nurse, and she ran off while
the others came over to look at me.
"What the fuck have you done?!"
They ignored my call, checking over my body, prodding here and there,
no showing any sign of cleaning the cum off me. I tried to crane my
neck to look myself over, but I could see very little past my huge
breasts. There was one major change!
"Amazing, kept penil function!" I heard. I felt my cock getting
handled, it wasn't my imagination that I had an erection. But if I
still had a cock, and breasts. . .
Then the strangest feeling. . . something inside me, under my ball
sack but not my anus. Despite everything, it sent waves of pleasure
through my body. I could feel something inside me moving, pushing -
every push sending more and more sensation through me. Then something
in my ass. . . and the sensation doubled.
"Will it still happen when it's conscious?"
"Find out. . . "
"Find out what?!" I shouted in reply. . .
Then although I couldn't see it, I felt larger, harder objects in both
of the holes - and something inside me was being squeezed so sweetly
and intensily. They moved faster and faster, deeper and deeper, and
despite being furious with rage and fear, I could feel my cock tingle,
pulse and then. . . after a couple of minutes of the most amazing
stimulation, I came.
My face, hair and chest were still covered in the porters cum, and now
my stomach and thighs were covered in mine. I was degraded and
publication masturbated, but it was almost a relief to know I could
still do it.
I heard the doctors mumbling to themselves about people being pleased
it had all been such a success when I heard a laughing at the door.
Gricus. It was obviously him, a large dark shaddow, about 6 foot tall
and built like brick shithouse. Evil looking through and through.
"Hello John!" he said, jovially.
"What have you done!" I was becoming a broken record, but I'm sure you
understand why!
"Just a few changes, John, a few added extras"
Gricus came over and started examining my body as the doctors had
done, proding here and there. "Good tranformation, John, or rather
Jennifer, always was rather feminine." He was right, I was only 5' 7,
slim, with very female features even before the operation.
"Did she cum in own hair?"
The doctors looked at each other bashfully. "No sir" one finally
replied "She was liked that when we found her"
Gricus smiled, "Randy Andy the porter?"
The doctors nodded, and Gricus laughed heartily again.
"Did he fuck her?"
"No"
"Good, I want to be first to actually fuck this little whore"
Then he turned to face me again.
"We made a few improvement, Jennifer. Added some breasts and,
amazingly, a cunt. Things are a little tight down there, space wise,
but it means you ger more stimulation."
"And this is. . . forever?" I asked.
"Oh yes. . ." Gricus replied "You'll be a special little whore. I
mean, you owe me a huge debt, plus the cost of the op, you'll be mine
for the rest of your life" He winked and began to walk away.
"Get her cleaned up, showered and clothed and show her to her room"
Just before he left the room he added. . .
"And Jennifer - get used to being covered in cum!"
Laughing he left, and the doctors began to untie me. . .
A few hours later I was sitting on a large double bed in what it
appeared was to be "my" room. Every wall was mirrored, and the
ceiling, and there was only sparse furniture; besides the bed, one
wardrobe and a bedside table - like a cheap hotel room.
The painkillers had still been working their magic when I had woken
earlier, but now my whole body was aching like nothing I had ever felt
before, and in places I never had before. . . A quick check in the
shower had confirmed my fears - Gricus had ordered some pretty major
changes to me. I can't believe I was so calm about it, maybe they were
giving me drugs for that too.
I had been led out of the makeshift ward into what I assumed must have
been the rest of Mr Gricus's house. Although the nurse had given me a
small hand towel to clean myself, it was impossible to get all the cum
out of my hair and I couldn't wait to get washed. No clothes were
forthcoming and I was virtually paraded through the whole house naked,
trying my best to cover my chest and crotch with my hands. Eventually
I was ushered down a glass corridor out to a small outer house which
appeared far larger from the outside than the bedroom and en-suite in
contained, or at least, that I had access to. Finally I was left
alone, and seeing fresh towels laid out (but still no clothes) I
gratefully went for a shower - in the also completely mirrored
bathroom.
The only advantage of the mirroring was that I was able to fully grasp
what had changed. From the top down, nearly everything had been
altered. My hair was long, dirty blonde - a quick check confirmed it
was attached, either by excellent extensions or I'd been asleep a long
time! My eyebrows were plucked and shaped, lips slightly fuller. I
wasn't certain if my nose or cheeks had been touched or if the other
changes simply made them look more female, but either way, the result
was very attractive, very seductive - I almost forgot it was me. . .
My shoulders had been altered too, I have no idea how, but they were
rounder, less square. And obviously. . . I now had a sizable chest.
There were no obvious scars - heaven knows how they did it, but I
estimated I must have at least a DD cup now. Holding each, I gently
caressed them, amazed at how lifelike they felt - and they acted as
such, the nipples hardening to my touch. They looked and felt
completely natural, and supported themselves perfectly above my smooth
stomach.
But stimulating my chest and admiring my figure had one obvious effect
that instantly told me I wasn't just a girl now. My cock pointed back
at me in the mirror, hard and firm as ever. For a small guy I was
quite proud of it, and pleased to see it hadn't lost any of it's girth
or length, around 8 inches. It just looked so out of place on an
otherwise very feminine body. Briefly I stroked myself, gripping with
my right hand while caressing my breast with my left. It just felt too
strange, and I stopped, but wasn't convinced I wouldn't continue later
- my entire top half was like having a top model naked at your
disposal to play with, and my mind was still that of a man.
I noticed also that I had hips. . . a definite curve. A small pert
bum, narrow waist and hips. I pressed around to try to find out how
they'd altered my pelvic structure, but the painkillers were being to
wear off at this point and I screamed in agony of the still tender
areas. So they had operated on those then. . .
And right between my legs was another major addition. . .a vagina. My
balls were still there, but starting just where the sack met my crotch
was an opening. Crouching down over the mirrored floor, I examined it.
It was incredibly realistic, lips and all. And, oh my god. . .the
clitoris worked. My cock pulsed as I figured it - a little
uncomfortable and dry but still amazing. I didn't really care how they
had done that, it was fantastic. . . Again, it was a serious effort to
stop myself. . . and I think I could have explored it for hours if the
need to use the toilet and shower hadn't been so great.
My legs were smooth, in fact, my whole body was almost devoid of hair,
aside from a small mound above my cock. My leg muscles were firm, but
smaller, more like those of a female athlete. I have always had small
feet, so they didn't look too out of place. Examination over, I
decided I had to use the toilet before having my shower, however dirty
I felt.
What happened next was one of the strangest experiences I've ever had,
even to date. I could choose whether to piss with my cock or cunt -
that think really WAS realistic. . .
In the shower I washed my hair first. I'm not used to washing long
hair, and it took a bit of remembering but I must admit I got carried
away in the end. Fingering my pussy with damp fingers and teasing my
breasts simply drove me wild, and without a shower curtain I could
watch myself like some wonderful virtual reality porno. Just by
teasing my clit and breasts, I made my cock twitch, and staring at
this gorgeous blonde in the shower, firm breasts cupped in her hand,
fingers in her own pussy, I came over the mirrored wall of the shower.
*****
Sitting on the bed later, I was dried and clothed - if you can call it
that. I had found a hairdryer in my room, and without much effort my
hair styled itself smooth round my shoulders. A glass of water and
three pills had been laid out on the bedside table with a note - "More
painkiller, you'll need them". I took them, trustingly, and waiting
for the pain in my hips, ass. . .all over. . . to stop whilst putting
on the clothes laid out on the bed.
When you're naked, anything is better than nothing, but given the
choice I wouldn't have picked a Basque, suspender belt and stockings.
At least I was in no doubt as to my role. . .
As the pain subsided, I lay back on the bed and gradually drifted off
to sleep. I remember some vague dreams, probably drug induced, about
being gang banged. Men in front of me, men behind me, men above me,
men below me. . . mouth, ass and cunt all being fucked. . . blast
after blast of cum in my face, ass, cunt, mouth. . .
*****
I almost always sleep on my front, just something I do, but when I
woke I was on my back. I tried to turn over and go back to sleep but,
yet again. . . I was tied down. I was still in my bedroom, but the
purpose of the hoops in the corners of the bed I had ignored earlier
was now obvious. At the bottom of the bed, admiring my figure, was
that crook Carl Grigus.
"Morning Jennifer"
"Morning. . ." I replied.
I hadn't noticed it before, but my voice had changed too. . .
"Enjoy your shower?"
"It was o.k. . . ."
Grigus laughed - he always laughed. "You gave us quite a show! A few
of the boys shot their loads too!" I stared back, open mouthed "Oh
come on, Prentice! How thick are you? First you bet your body on a
hand of cards then you don't realize you're surrounded by two way
mirrors?"
Oh. . .it was so obvious. . .
"Oh yes. . .both sides got covered in cum though!"
I wasn't really in the mood for this. . .although again I was aware of
the hardness of my cock. It was a strange sensation. . .
"Now, down to business. I'm going to fuck you first, then you're fair
game. I like my whore's tied up (it's a little rape fantasy) and I
like them to swallow, you get that?"
Without waiting for any reply, he climbed on the bed and knelt astride
my neck. Unzipping his trousers, his flaccid cock fell out just above
my face. I tried to turn away from it, but it was almost impossible to
avoid.
"Right", he started, "you can fight it, but it'll only turn me on
more. . ."
Grasping my head, he pulled me up until my lips touched his penis. My
god, I'd made my wife suck me off countless times and never realized
how disgusting it looked or felt. But somehow I couldn't resist
opening my mouth. . . letting the uncut smooth skin rest on my bottom
lip. My tongue eased out, tasting the tip.
"That's my whore. . . Ain't just painkillers you popped you know. .
.got to keep your sex drive up"
My sexual desire was going through the roof. This man was ugly, fat,
obnoxious and part of me wanted to throw up at having his dick
anywhere near my mouth. But another part wanted to suck him so hard he
came there and then.
He pulled my head up further, his cockhead was inside my mouth now and
I closed my lips around it. He moaned as I slowly began to suck. . .
swirling my tongue around. As his cock hardened it filled my mouth
more and more, and he rocked my head faster and faster. The pleasure
in me grew too. . . every moan he made made me want to give him more.
. . every twitch of his cock made me suck that bit faster and deeper.
My body was tensing as he fucked my face. . . deeper, longer. . .
ramming in and out past my lips. . . the precum like honey. . . I
wanted more. . . mmmmmmm. . . . I never knew blowjobs were so much fun
to give. . . HHHmmmmm. . . fuck my face. . .
But then he withdrew, and I groaned with disappointment. Carl smiled,
and then climbed on top of me - my cunt accepting his engorged cock
easily. The pleasure became almost unbearable. . . my pussy was
stretched and stimulated by his fucking and my cock was being rubbed
between us. It was better than any sex I had ever had, and so filling.
. . feeling a cock inside me, a totally new sensation and so amazing.
Knowing I was giving him so much pleasure too. Each thrust I thought I
would cum, but each time I held off just a second more. . . My breasts
were squeezed between us, and he grasped at them - massaging them,
teasing the nipples. His thrusts were fast and powerful, fucking me
hard. . .
Again he moved, climbing back up to face.
"Open wide!" he commanded, and eagerly and willingly I did. Tongue
out, ready to receive.
The first shot went straight to the back of my throat, the second
between my eyes. Then his cock was forced into my mouth again and I
sucked as further spasms came. I cleaned all the cum from his full
cock, sucking every last drop and savouring the taste, which in my
heightened state was like the sweetest nectar. His still hard cock
remained in my mouth until I had licked it all many times over, making
sure I had all the cum from his balls in my mouth. . . I only
swallowed when told to. . . allowed to.
I still hadn't cum and longed to, but there was no way I could touch
myself.
"Please. . .finish me. . ." I pleaded.
"No. . . not yet, final process in making you my whore. .. "
As his cock softened, he stood up on the bed, standing above my hips.
"Now you're my whore. . ." I heard, as the stream of hot piss hit my
chest, before being directed over my helpless body and face.
Gricus had broken me in. . . now I was anyone's.
Carl left me tied to the bed, soaking wet but still aching to cum. As
he walked out the door I heard him call to the people waiting outside,
"All your's now boys. . ."
I remembered that our every move had been watched through the two-way
mirrors. And outside was a group of horny guys all wanting to get
their rocks off - using me. In a matter of seconds my room was filled
with men all undoing their shirts and pulling down their pants.
My whole body was glistening with piss, but that didn't seem to
distract them, and within seconds they had climbed on top of me. I
have no idea how they all fitted, but cocks came at me from every
direction - forced into my mouth, squeezed between my tits, pushed
into my cunt and rubbed against my legs. Nobody was pleasing me, and I
still yearned to release the cum that was throbbing in my balls. All
of body was being groped, but not careful or skillfully enough to make
me cum without touching my dick. I couldn't move under the weight of
bodies, and the only active part I could play in this group fuck of me
was with my mouth.
Cocks came and went, literally. I had barely closed my lips around the
head of the first before he came in my mouth, jets of cum striking my
tongue and throat.He withdrew, dripping more cum onto my face, and I
swallowed quickly. I could barely draw breath before another cock was
plunged deep into my mouth, hands on my head forcing it deeper. Then
it was pulled out, and I sucked and licked his balls instead, running
my tongue up and down his shaft. And so it continued, I lost track of
the number of men who fucked my face and cunt. Someone untied my right
hand, but long before I could bring it towards myself my wrist was
clasped and I was wanking another man's member, not my own. Just as a
spray of cum showered my right arm, my left was untied and the process
repeated. My cunt was beginning to ache, as was my mouth, and yet
these men were insatiable. I hadn't realized how good a man must be to
actually give a woman an orgasm via her clitoris during fucking, and I
longed for a single hand on MY cock. . .
My legs were untied and I felt them being lifted into the air,
twisting my back at a painful angle. It didn't take me long to realize
why - I felt yet another man between me and sheets and in seconds
entrance to my ass was forced. Even with the painkiller, it sent a
shot of agony through my body, making me tense and jump. This just
made a fresh wave of jizz explode onto and into me. I was being gang
fucked by six cocks at a time; mouth, tits, both hands, cunt and ass.
And still they came. . .
I must have serviced each man two or three times, and my whole body
was white with semen - the smell was unbelievable. Blast after blast
of the hot sticky fluid was striking my hair, face, chest, stomach,
arms, legs, not to mention load after load released into my cunt and
ass. Semen was squeezed out my holes with every thrust, too full to
take any more. When I got the occasional glance up at the ceiling
mirror, I looked like those Japanese bukkake girls, drowning in male
juice. I must have swallowed an amazing amount of the stuff too. . .
But, wonderfully, the combined fucking of cunt and ass, extremely
painful though it was, stimulated me enough. . . after hours of being
abused and forced, I finally added my own cum to the pool on my body -
the Basque and stockings were completely soaked with piss and cum and
utterly ruined.
Finally, I got a chance to relax. . . the guys had all had their fill
of my body and were exhausted - many were taking photo's or videos of
my creamy body. My arms and legs were free but I had no will to fight
or move, and simply lay there, being observed.
"Shall we confirm her as our whore too?" one of the guys suggested.
I knew exactly what was coming, but didn't move a muscle to prevent it
- I simply couldn't have. Surrounded by men standing above me on the
bed, others filming or snapping with cameras, I simply tried to
swallow as little as I could of the golden showers. One man knelt over
my head and held my nose until I opened my mouth. . . putting his dick
in my mouth before emptying his bladder. It was hot, salty and foul,
but he made sure I swallowed. . .
*****
It's difficult to describe how I looked once the room was empty. Piss
mixing with cum dripping from my hair and body, abused and used by
goodness knows how many men. I hadn't slept with half as many women in
my entire life, and I'd never been into watersports. And now, having
been turned upside down, altered physically, virtually gang raped,
abused, pissed on and facing nothing other than a future of the same -
I should have felt disgusted and despairing. But I didn't. . . I just
felt solidly horny. The cum was still covering my body, I was damp
with other men's urine, and it had all been filmed, and yet, somehow,
I wanted more. My cock was pointing up erect and firm and I was
staring at my reflection in the ceiling mirror again. I was a shemale.
I was a chick with a dick. And I loved it.
*****
It's amazing how quickly you get used to living your life being
watched. I'd seen Big Brother plenty of times, and never even dreamed
of applying, but this was different. For the first few days I was
incredibly bored and self-conscious, I knew my every action was being
watched and scrutinized and I didn't actually have anything to do -
beside admire myself in the mirror. It took a lot of get used to using
the toilet knowing you were being watched!
I had time to explore my new body and consider what situation I was
in. The range of clothes I did have told me my initial guess had been
spot on, I had a typical hourglass figure with 36DD boobs. Also, my
body remained completely hairless, not a hint of growth on my face,
legs or anywhere. That must have been part of the surgery, or maybe
the tablets. The pain was less, but I still needed the medication. It
was changing, the tablet sizes and colours were different, so
obviously they wanted different things from me, but two always
remained the same and by experimenting with the timing of taking each,
I learnt what they were for.
The small round tablet, like any normal paracetamol, was amazing. If
you could have bought this painkiller over the counter, you'd never
consider anything else again. About half an hour after taking it, I
was pain free and ready for anything. . . which was good, considering
the long red caplet was the one designed to boost my sex drive. I was
given one of those with every painkiller, about two or three times a
day, and without fail an hour or so later, I had a client.
After the first day, things had calmed down a bit. Every-so-often
Gricus would come over and have me tied up. He liked a bit of variety;
I could be tied up in an ingenious number of positions and places, I
just got used to it. The idea was always the same, he never touched my
cock, only used my cunt and mouth and had to drench me afterwards. I
don't think I was really for his pleasure, I think I was there to earn
him some money, or at least repay my debts. He had explained it to me
one time while fucking my face hard; upside down as I hung from the
hoops on the ceiling. He liked it that way, the upward curve of his
dick fitted better. . .
"You owe me a lot, Jennifer"
He dug his fingers into my breast painfully because I wasn't sucking
deep enough.
"The initial debt is nothing now. . . oh. . . mmmmm. . . that's
better. But just to pay for your upkeep I have to get in hundreds of
pounds a day, and then there's paying off the surgeons, the backlog
before you could work. . . "
My cock swung just inches from his face, but whereas many men
reciprocated the cocksucking, he did not. My arms were tightly bound
behind my back and connected to a longer chain from the ceiling, so I
couldn't please myself either.
"I'm going to have to rent you out"
My heart jumped. . .partly fear, partly excitement
"There's a number of people interested. . . "
My mind raced through some of the men I had seen in the last few days,
which of them might be interested in my services. . . more of my
services. . . My performance suffered because I let distraction cloud
my concentration. I swift smack between my spread legs brought me
back, making my cunt and balls sting.
"Enough of this. . . worthless cum-sucker"
Grabbing my head and using me like a toy, he rammed hard and fast
between my lips until he came, pulling out at the last second to spray
his cum on my hanging tits. Despite being upside down, they kept their
shape well. . . He must have been very distracted, because he left
after that without the usual finish.
Things were going to change! I needed a bit of variety. . . I pondered
what might happen, still hanging upside down, the semen running over
my face and forehead. The vulture descended soon though. The vulture
was my pet name for one of my regulars. I didn't really understand
what went on our there, but I felt that I was being observed and
filmed all the time, and maybe broadcast? Certain guys had to pay to
fuck me, but I felt the crew, the staff, could have me at certain
times for free - all the guys who had raped me at the very start. The
vulture was one of those, and he always came after someone else, to
feed on the aftermath - hence the name.
Crouching down, he started licking Gricus's cum from my face, pulling
his cock as he did, poking out of his flies. He was an ugly fucker,
and never said a word, but he nearly always got me off - so he had
some advantages. Once my face was clean, he stood up again and we
69'd. He wasn't as demanding as Carl, and all the while I was
thinking. . . rented out. . . out? did that mean I could leave? And
what would I do, it can't be more of the same. . . I kept wondering
about it until I felt the cum rising in my balls. This was the most
distracted I had been from fucking since I got here - maybe it was the
blood rushing to my brain. I fed the vulture seconds before he fed me,
and he took his own load back before letting me down and leaving. That
night I didn't dream of the gang-bang, I dreamt of my old life, being
outside. . .
*****
Prior to all this, I had a pretty successful career. Nothing too
fancy, nothing too well paid, just a bit of buying and selling,
keeping things ticking over enough to have a boring but safe life. I
was (am?) married, but we didn't have any kids, hardly had enough sex
to make it a possibility. My wife and I hadn't slept together before
we got married - both of us believed this was the correct and noble
thing to do. But I had a serious porn and masturbation addiction, I
pulled myself off at least twice a day, and I had hoped that being
able to actually fuck would help to cure it. But she only wanted sex
about once a month. . . if that. Which left 59 times I had to take
things into my own hands.
I don't really know when the gambling had started. I guess I was just
bored. It started small, a few bets online, a few games of poker, then
gradually it grew and grew. When I wasn't earning money I was wasting
it on poker or porn. One night at a friends, I lost big, and couldn't
pay the debts. It was small money really, only a couple of hundred
pounds (about 400 dollars to you US people), but it was serious at the
time. As a forfeit, my host made me dress up in his wife's underwear
and took photos - which he sold to a magazine. Between the humiliation
and the payment from the magazine, he called it quits. You might have
thought that would have cured me of gambling, but instead it gave me a
feel for sexy lingerie. The bra and pants felt so smooth and soft, and
the stockings. . mmmmm! Now I wasted my money on gambling and clothes!
My wife was a similar size to me, so I simply bought her lots and lots
of underwear. She didn't take too kindly, but fuck her, it wasn't for
her.
Anyway, I was up to eyeballs in debt by now, and that's when I met
Carl Gricus, bookmaker and loan shark. He bailed me out of my other
debts but boy, did I pay through the nose. And when he suggested
poker, I was a grade A sucker. By the time I'd played a few evenings,
I was over 20,000 in arrears. Gricus told me it was time to pay up or
pay the price, but I pleaded for one last chance to win it back, a
massive stakes game, and even when 20 grand went on the table, I only
had one thing to call him with. . . and the rest is history.
*****
I didn't have to wait too long to find out where and to whom I was to
be rented. Gricus had a friend who ran a top class private hospital -
it was where he got the surgeons from - and the high paying clients
wanted extra special treatment of the less medical kind.
One morning I was woken up by four of the burly crew pinning down my
arms and legs. It had been a while since a force group fucking so I
expected my time had come again, but that wasn't on their minds for
once. I sleep in the nude, partly because I've always done so, partly
because they didn't provide me with any night clothes. Held down face
up, with the covers ripped off, my entire body was exposed.
A lab coated doctor with a syringe stood at the side of the bed, the
swelling in his pants obvious. Behind him stood an older man in a
suit, Miles, Gricus's right hand man - sharp ass lawyer too.
"Do you think it'll work?" he asked.
"No reason why not. . ." the doctor replied, bending over my prone
body, syringe poised. Spreading his hand over my breast, with obvious
pleasure, he lifted it and inserted the needle underneath. I hadn't
had my painkillers yet, and it was a very sharp prick( - just like
Miles really). I felt the fluid squeezed into my flesh, I had no idea
what it would do, surely they didn't want them bigger?!
The process was repeated on the other side, again the doctor had a
good fondle. He turned to Miles.
"Do you think Carl would mind if I. . . ?"
Miles smiled. "Not at all."
The flies were unzipped and doctor climbed on top of me, rubbing his
cock between my now very tender tits. It almost felt like something
was moving inside them, a horrible, horrible sensation. They were
pummeled and squeezed harder, nipples pinched and rubbed as his cock
bounced off my chin. Ordinarily the "horny pills" would have made me
open wide and lick the tip as it came, but it was too early and the
feeling in my breasts was so distracting.
"Will it take long?" Miles asked, just out of my sight behind the
panting doc.
"Nearly. . . there. . . "
"No, you cunt! The injections!"
There was no reply. . . my tits were dropped, hair was grabbed and a
blast of cum painted my face. The first shot left a sticky rope from
forehead to chin, the second was directed at my lips. With his hands
firmly on my cheeks, my head was lifted and the remaining cum was
spilt into my mouth, forced open by a still hard cock.
"Oh. . . " gathering his composure, "a couple of days. Try them on
Thursday"
It wasn't long before the four thugs were fucking me too, still
without painkillers. I sucked and wanked two while one took my ass
from behind and the last sucked me off. My ass was used to be used
now, so I coped, but I still wasn't used to having to clean his cock
afterwards, and all four came in pussy in quick time. . . filling it
with their juice then licking it out till I came again, squirting onto
my own boobs.
*****
Thursday came and I woke to the doctor and Miles again.
"Here to try whatever you said you were going to?" I asked. My chest
had been tender ever since, and my nipples were tingling.
Miles approached and stood in front of me as I sat at the edge of the
bed. Unlike normal, there were no clothes either in my wardrobe or
laid out for me. but I was pretty used to being naked by now. Miles
was one of the few people that hadn't fucked me, and as he reached
forward with his left hand, I noticed the gold band on his ring
finger. He clamped around my left nipple painfully with his thumb and
forefinger. I called out in pain as he tightened his grip, then looked
on in horror as the white milk slowly trickled down my breast.
"How the fuck?!" I exclaimed.
Miles gave me a half-sided smile.
"Your breasts ARE natural - not implants. They came from an
unfortunate woman, involved in a, ahem, messy, divorce. Dr Bennett
assured me he could make them work, and it seems he was right"
Dr Bennett looked on smugly. Miles wiped the breast milk up with his
finger and put it in his mouth. "Tastes about right too"
He turned to the far mirror and said "Right guys, she's good to go". A
couple of the crew entered and took me by each hand, leading me out of
the room for the first time since the operation. Just as I was leaving
I heard Miles call after me. . .
"You can be milked at both ends now!"
*****
Even watching Big Brother hadn't prepared me for what I saw outside
the cell. Cameras, mics, editing suites, it was a whole business based
around watching me. I could see various screen, all showing me being
shagged from different angles and positions, views of my body I'd not
seen: close ups of my cock and twat as I was bending over, fucked up
the ass; cum squirting over my eyelids as I hung upside down; my
breasts being manhandled by a horny bloke as I rocked my head back and
forth in a sloppy blowjob. Pinned up on the wall, just noticed as I
was leaving with a huge glossy poster. It was from the first night, I
lay on the bed literally caked in semen as the guys stood around me on
the bed - the pissing just started, but not enough to clean off their
cum. "Bukkake Bitch" was emblazoned across the top in huge red
letters, "Shemale sucks, fucks and blasted with CUM!" underneath, and
"Available on DVD NOW!" at the bottom. . .
I was straight outside once through the door, still naked, and before
my eyes could adapt to the sun, I was thrown into the back of van. I
just about steadied myself before the van pulled away and I collapsed
to the floor again. There was very little light, and I scrambled
around until I found somewhere to sit; one of the wheel arches.
Perhaps leaving my cell wasn't such a great thing afterall. . .
About ten minutes into the journey I had settled down and found a
sealed plastic bag just inside the doors. I didn't remember seeing it
earlier, but it must have been there. It had my name on it, well,
Jennifer, so I decided that it was obviously meant for me to open.
Inside was a small folder, some clothes, a bottle of pills (thank
God!) and a bottle of water. Quickly I took a couple of the pills, the
bottle was divided down the middle, I had one of each. Maybe there was
something in them to make me addicted?
Then I examined the clothes, I was still naked and it was bloody
freezing in the back of the van, my nipples could have cut glass.
There were two identical uniform sets, with lingerie. Black knickers,
garter belt, stockings and bra and a very skimpy nurse uniform. I put
one set on, it fitted perfect, as my clothes always did, the low cut
top showing a mass of cleavage and the short skirt just not quite long
enough to hide the stocking tops. Typical dirty old man's nurse
outfit, complete with a little hat with a red cross.
O.k.. . . I mused, I knew fuck all about medicine, but I doubted that
was what I was there for. . . I opened the folder. There was only one
sheet of paper inside, contain a job description and CV. I read
through it. . .
Name: Nurse Extra D.O.B: 17th Feb. 1985
Well, they'd cut a hell of a lot off my age, but I could pass for 19
now.
Services provided: General comfort of patients.
Uh-huh. . . I read on, it was pretty obvious what they wanted.
*****
The trip took about another hour, but eventually I was bundled out the
van outside a large modern looking hospital. The goons led me straight
away up to the top floor, which I managed to catch from the notice
board was "special patient recovery". The worrying thing was, although
the rest of hospital and patients looked pretty normal I guess (I
usually tried to avoid hospitals, so I'm judging my ER standards
here!), no one really seemed to notice me - I would have expected to
turn a head or two. . .
As soon as the lift doors opened on the top floor it was clear why
though. . . All the nurses were dressed like me. There was a reception
desk straight ahead, and I deposited there in front of a grumpy, but
gorgeous, matron. Looking around, I saw there were at least four
wards, each containing a series of what looked like private rooms. The
matron barked an order and I instantly stopped my glancing around.
"Right! Nurse Extra eh?! Hmmmm" She frowned.
"Let me guess, " she continued "you can do fuck all nursing?"
I nodded, she sighed.
"O.k. . . . follow Nurse Jones on her rounds today. JONES!"
A particularly attractive young blonde came running over.
"Jones, this is the unusually named Extra. She, as you all seem to be
when you get here, is a complete novice. Take her under your wing for
a week or two, show her round. But I shall expect double work, not
just your usual lazy shite."
Nurse Jones nodded, and I followed her as we walked towards the
furthest ward from the shouting matron. I had hundreds of questions,
but she seemed as talkative to me as she had been to nurse bossy. We
moved from room to room, men and women, none looking particularly ill,
in giant rooms with double beds and widescreen TV's. As we made their
beds up, every single one groped our tits and asses. At first I
jumped, but Jones seemed almost a zombie to it. . . There were
countless lewd comments and plenty of suggestions. . .
One question burned in my mind. . . was Jones a shemale too?
Eventually, between rooms, I decide it was time to try another
questions.
"Are you all woman?" I asked, phrasing it in such a bizarre way.
Jones looked at me blankly. . . raising an eyebrow.
"Do I look like a fucking man?"
"No. . . " I replied "but. . . "
"Oh fuck off." Discussion over.
The next room contained a middle aged man in a large reclining chair.
He smiled up at us, and commented we were late. Jones ignored him and
got with making his bed. Once we'd finished, he coughed politely.
"Time for my medicine I think. . . " his voice was low and had a
certain growl. Jones picked up his chart from the end of the bed and
sighed. Without a single word, she dropped the chart back on the bed
and hitched her skirt up, revealing smooth tight panties - she was all
woman afterall. Walking round to face our patient, she dropped to her
knees and undid his flies. . . within seconds she was giving head. I
just stood, amazed, and watched. Our patient coughed again and pointed
to the chart, nodding too. I picked it up and scanned for the section
on medication. . . Blowjob, twice a day, swallow. And beneath that. .
. breastmilk, fresh, twice a day. . . I felt his hand through the bra
and uniform, gently squeezing at my breast.
"Come to papa. . ."
This was going to be one hell of a job. . .
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Summary: Real name Eric (or Bob). A prolific liar and fraud. Runs
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Mary W Elder (60)
1401 Woodgrove Ct
Palm Harbor, FL 34683
(727) 789-2029 [Verizon, land line]
[][][][][][]
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http://rightardia.blogspot.com is Retardia's personal gay blog.
Everyone should avoid it because he is a LIAR:
On Tue, 21 Jun 2011 12:38:50 -0400, Rightardia <right...@gmail.com>
wrote:
>Rightardia has been running on Linux for two years now but we purchased
>a low cost Gateway laptop from CompUSA that came with Windows 7 Home.
>As expected, we started to get nickel-ed and dimed.
>First we bought the Advanced system Optimizer 3 utility form Systweak
>for $39.00. but really wanted Advanced System Care which is only $29. We
>had used the latter utility on some Windows XP PCs. Regardless, Advanced
>System Optimizer worked fine.
Oops! Caught lying, again...
YOU (not Win7 or Microsoft) chose to buy "Advanced system Optimizer 3
utility." That is NOT a Win7 limitation, Retardia...
YOU (not Win7 or Microsoft) chose NOT to buy "Advanced System Care."
That is NOT a Win7 limitation, Retardia...
>We also had to purchase MS Office 2010 Plus because we needed Access for
>a database application and Libre or Open Office Base didn't work work
>correctly because of an ODBC issue.
Libre and Open Office Base are the SAME THING, Retardia...
http://www.techeye.net/software/openoffice-org-ditches-oracle-establishes-document-foundation
Win7 Home Premium is entirely compatible with OO, Retardia... You
just don't know what you're doing...
>We were able to download MS Office
>2010 Pro for about $110 with a key. We also bought a proprietary version
>of Amcap for imagery capture for S29 for use with a special camera.
YOU (not Win7 or Microsoft) chose to buy "Amcap." That is NOT a Win7
limitation, Retardia...
>Norton AV was about to run out, so we purchased a version of it on Ebay
>and discovered we had ordered the Netbook version for about $20..
>However, it works fine on Windows 64 bit Home Premium.
YOU (not Win7 or Microsoft) chose to buy "Norton." That is NOT a Win7
limitation, Retardia...
>We did find a limitation with Windows 7 Home Premium, it does not
>support to backup to a network drive, although you can create networking
>shares. . .
YOU (not Win7 or Microsoft) chose NOT to Upgrade Win7 to Professional,
Ultimate, or Enterprise versions ALL OF WHICH support backup to a
network drive...
http://answers.microsoft.com/en-us/windows/forum/windows_7-performance/windows-7-home-premium-backup-to-network/857499b4-e6b5-49da-9d56-f57a2ad9ae4b
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Mary W Elder (60)
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Palm Harbor, FL 34683
(727) 789-2029 [Verizon, land line]
[][][][][][]
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Everyone should avoid it because he is a LIAR:
On Tue, 21 Jun 2011 12:38:50 -0400, Rightardia <right...@gmail.com>
wrote:
>Rightardia has been running on Linux for two years now but we purchased
>a low cost Gateway laptop from CompUSA that came with Windows 7 Home.
>As expected, we started to get nickel-ed and dimed.
>First we bought the Advanced system Optimizer 3 utility form Systweak
>for $39.00. but really wanted Advanced System Care which is only $29. We
>had used the latter utility on some Windows XP PCs. Regardless, Advanced
>System Optimizer worked fine.
Oops! Caught lying, again...
YOU (not Win7 or Microsoft) chose to buy "Advanced system Optimizer 3
utility." That is NOT a Win7 limitation, Retardia...
YOU (not Win7 or Microsoft) chose NOT to buy "Advanced System Care."
That is NOT a Win7 limitation, Retardia...
>We also had to purchase MS Office 2010 Plus because we needed Access for
>a database application and Libre or Open Office Base didn't work work
>correctly because of an ODBC issue.
Libre and Open Office Base are the SAME THING, Retardia...
http://www.techeye.net/software/openoffice-org-ditches-oracle-establishes-document-foundation
Win7 Home Premium is entirely compatible with OO, Retardia... You
just don't know what you're doing...
>We were able to download MS Office
>2010 Pro for about $110 with a key. We also bought a proprietary version
>of Amcap for imagery capture for S29 for use with a special camera.
YOU (not Win7 or Microsoft) chose to buy "Amcap." That is NOT a Win7
limitation, Retardia...
>Norton AV was about to run out, so we purchased a version of it on Ebay
>and discovered we had ordered the Netbook version for about $20..
>However, it works fine on Windows 64 bit Home Premium.
YOU (not Win7 or Microsoft) chose to buy "Norton." That is NOT a Win7
limitation, Retardia...
>We did find a limitation with Windows 7 Home Premium, it does not
>support to backup to a network drive, although you can create networking
>shares. . .
YOU (not Win7 or Microsoft) chose NOT to Upgrade Win7 to Professional,
Ultimate, or Enterprise versions ALL OF WHICH support backup to a
network drive...
http://answers.microsoft.com/en-us/windows/forum/windows_7-performance/windows-7-home-premium-backup-to-network/857499b4-e6b5-49da-9d56-f57a2ad9ae4b
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