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Dominated by Young Girls (08/10)
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The following is an original fiction work which includes in addition to
the base Fem-Dom and TV/TS themes; a wide variety of explicit sexual
conduct involving minors, teens, and later young adults, including:
B&D, WS, fist, spank, m rape, ff and f/ts sex. If you are offended by
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CHAPTER 13
JOHN'S STORY CONTINUES
John and the girls continued as before, the only differ-
ences being that Jason was now gone, and John had to keep all
four girls satisfied by himself. Another change was that they
were no longer able to use Jason's house, as his mother had
sold it and moved to an apartment. They rotated among the
other houses as available, but had to avoid John and Vicky's
due to Mike and his buddies always running in and out.
John had successfully avoided his younger brother seeing
him for almost two years, and had become complacent about the
problem this might pose. One day as he was taking his morning
shower, Mike came into the bathroom and opened the shower
door. Mike in his athlete's macho type outlook had thought
nothing wrong about sharing a shower with his older brother.
However, when he opened the door, he saw Vicky standing with
her back to him under the spray of the shower. Apparently,
Vicky who was washing her hair, had not heard her brother
enter the room, nor open the shower door, so Mike just stood
there checking out his sister's fine little ass and sleek
backside in general.
After several minutes of watching his sister's breasts
bob about as her hands worked the shampoo into her hair, Mike
decided to offer her a hand. "Hey Sis, Need some help with
that?" he suggested. The girl in the shower gave a little
yelp and immediately tried to cover herself, crossing her
right arm across her full breasts and her left hand shot down
to her crotch. John was afraid to answer Mike, in that it was
obvious Mike thought he was Vicky, so he just huddled into the
corner of the shower and trying to imitate Vicky's voice, told
him to "Get out!" "OK, if that's what you want, but if you
don't want to give John and I a show, you shouldn't use our
shower," the boy observed and then stepped back and closed the
shower door.
Mike took a piss as he waited for his sister to complete
her shower, and soon, he saw her extract the towel from over
top of the shower wall. John wrapped the towel around him
like girls do covering his tits and crotch, and hoped he could
keep up the deception long enough to escape from the bathroom.
When he exited the shower stall, he dashed behind his younger
brother who was standing at the sink completely naked, Mike
saw Vicky passing behind him and reached back and gave her a
pat on the ass as she went by, "See you Sis," he chuckled.
As Vicky opened the door, Mike did a double take. Out in
the hallway was another Vicky wearing a long robe. "Just a
fucking minute!" Mike bellowed, and both Vicky and John froze
in their tracks. "What the fuck is going on here?" Mike
screamed, and both turned to face him in the hallway. Mike,
standing nude in the hallway, looked from one girl to the
other and could not decide which was his Sister. They looked
like twins, the only obvious difference being at this point,
one was wet and the other dry. Mike grabbed both of them by
an arm and drug them down the hall to Vicky's room where he
roughly shoved them inside.
Standing guard inside the door, Mike had his legs spread
wide, and his arms crossed over his muscular chest, his long
cock dangling between his legs. "Would you two care to
explain to me what the hell is going down here," he asked.
Vicky responded almost innocently, "What do you mean Mike?"
"Well let me outline it for you then," Mike replied in a whiny
voice. I go into the bathroom to take a shower and there
find this Vicky (Pointing to John) in the shower washing her
hair, with her tits bobbing and ass wiggling in my face. Then
just as she is about to leave, I see another Vicky in the
hallway outside; now doesn't that seem strange to you?"
"This is a simple case of misidentification," offered
Vicky, "I'm Vicky, and this is John." "No fucking way,"
replied Mike, "I saw those tits and they were real!" "Of
course they are real you dummy, here see for yourself," wher-
eupon she moved over to John and pulled the towel he was
clutching, down below his breasts. "Feel them if you want,"
Vicky offered, and Mike crossed over and did just that. "But
you have tits too," Mike advanced, "Of course I do, I'm a girl
stupid." Vicky then lowered the robe from her shoulders and
presented Mike with her luscious breasts, which he immediately
fondled with his free hand. "But...But..." Mike tried.
Seeing that only full disclosure would satisfy her
brother, Vicky dropped the robe to the floor, then pulled the
towel away from John so that they now stood side by side
naked. Identical, except for the fact that one had a cock and
the other a pussy. Still holding each by a breast, Mike was
at a loss for words, he just kept mumbling to himself, "I
don't fucking believe it." Vicky reached out and stroked
Mike's cock which was already half erect. Meanwhile, she told
Mike, that John was a Sissy Boy and her slave, and that she
had feminized him in order to subjugate him.
Mike was now fully erect, and John couldn't believe the
size of it; it had to be at least 8" long and 2 1/2" in
diameter, and his balls were huge hanging down between his
legs. "Mike, I'll make you an offer, but only if you promise
to keep this our secret." "John is my slave, but I share him
with three other girls; I'll also share him with you, but you
must never tell anyone about it, nor give him away; do you un-
derstand?" "I understand," Mike replied, "but what can he do
for me?" "Well why don't we have him give this big thick cock
a good blowjob for starters," Vicky suggested. "Yes," was all
Mike said as he pulled John by the tit towards the edge of the
bed where he sat down.
His brother outweighed him by more than 65 pounds and had
muscles like steel, John knew he had no alternative but to
perform as directed or his younger brother would beat the
living shit out him. Resigned to his fate, John knelt between
his brothers legs, and rested his arms on Mike's big hard
thighs. Then proceeded to give Mike the best blowjob the
young man had ever had, until he was drinking the copious jets
of sperm which ricocheted off the back of his mouth and ran
down his throat. Grabbing John by the hair, Vicky pulled him
around and shoved his head down so that his ass was displayed
to Mike.
"Joellen also has a nice little pussy-ass, see here
Mike," and she stroked John's ass and thighs in invitation to
her other brother. Throughout this, Vicky was thinking to
herself, "As long as he's fucking Joellen, he won't be coming
after me!" "Yes," said Mike, who moved into position behind
this beautiful creature, and Vicky handed him a tube of K-Y,
which he used on himself and spread some on the little hole
before him.
Without any warmup, Mike took hold of John's hips and
shoved in one continuous stroke until he was buried to the
hilt. "God, she feels good," exclaimed Mike as he started to
stroke in and out of John's ass, thrusting with all his might
on each stroke. "I've never felt a cunt THIS tight," Mike
added as he continued his attack on the smooth ass in which he
was impaled. It only took Mike about 25 strokes to come
again, and when he did, he fell backwards against the bed,
while John fell forward onto his stomach. Vicky quickly
arrived and washed Mike's cock of the residue from his
lovemaking. "Is it a deal?" asked Vicky, "You bet," replied
Mike, "No one but us will ever know."
Every day thereafter, Mike would require John to shower
with him, and either provide a blowjob in the shower, or when
he was soaped up would fuck his boy/girl brother's pussy-ass.
When Mike arrived home in the evening, it was usually another
blowjob and either a blowjob or fuck before going to sleep.
Vicky knew that Mike was getting it at least once per day and
that was fine with her. It kept her middle brother occupied
and did not interfere with her activities in any way. John
however, felt abused, and came to hate even the sight of his
brother and looked for a way out. This continued for another
year, during which time Jane returned to town and assumed her
new identity.
The first time, he saw Jane, John rushed to her and
hugged her little body to him, kissing her and acting as if
she had been gone for years, rather than 6 months. Jane knew
that something was wrong and the two of them took a walk in
the park down the street from Jason's old house. "God I
missed you," John cried as he stroked the shoulders of the
young girl. "What's wrong John?," Jane asked in a most direct
manner. The door opened, it all came rushing out, how Mike
had discovered him, and then Vicky gave him to Mike to use,
and the continual sexual abuse he had to endure. John was
weeping heavily by the end and Jane cradled his head against
her breasts and slowly rocked him, while stroking his back,
shoulders, and neck.
It was obvious to Jane that the other girls had failed to
protect John from his brother and sister, and that something
had to be done quick, or John would end up in a mental
hospital. After comforting John as best she could, Jane
called Susan, Lisa, and Tami and arranged a meeting. Jane
told the girls what was going on, and they were shocked.
Vicky had told them nothing about Mike, and John had been
ordered not to say anything to the other girls about Mike
using him. The more they talked about it, the madder the
girls became; and vowed to do what they could to rescue John
from his siblings.
The following month, John graduated from high school, and
got a job as a clerk in a store for the summer. He hoped to
save enough money, so that he could leave home and move away
from his tormenters.
When he came home one evening, he found Mike and seven of
his buddies, sitting around the living room drinking beer.
Mike and his friends were drunk, loud, and swearing up a
storm; John skirted their party and went to his room, hoping
to avoid his drunk brother.
The talk among the drinkers soon turned to sex and Mike
boasted that he was getting it every day. "Bullshit," one of
his friends replied. This got Mike mad, and he swore it was
true; the other refused to believe him.
In a rage, Mike stormed out of the room, and went to
John's door. "Joellen, come out here please," Mike said.
Getting no response, he pounded on the door and said,
"Joellen, get your fucking cunt ass out here right now!"
John, had heard his brother and knew he was drunk and was
afraid, Mike might hurt him, so he stayed in his room, with
the door locked and hid. Hoping Mike would tire and go away.
After several more minutes of yelling and pounding on the
door, Mike became frustrated and stepping back, charged the
door with his shoulder, backed by his 195 lb. frame. On the
second charge, the lock mechanism tore out of the door frame,
and the molding shattered and threw splinters all over the
room. "Where are you...you little pussy wimp," Mike bellowed
and seeing his brother, grabbed him by the hair and drug him
back to the living room.
Changing his hold so that he held John in a hammer lock
with his left hand almost raised over his shoulder. Mike tore
the front of John's shirt away, now the other boys could see
his breasts encased in a white satin bra. Grabbing the bra
between John's breasts, Mike tore the garment from his body,
fully exposing his breasts to the assembled boys. "This is
where I get my daily sex," Mike proclaimed triumphantly, "This
is my pussy-assed brother, Joellen." The boys couldn't
believe their eyes and several reached out at touched the
breasts to assure themselves that they were real. "I don't
believe it...It MUST be Vicky..." was heard around the room.
"Not Vicky," Mike screamed, "Vicky's and Mine's sex slave!"
To convince the boys, Mike used his free hand and tore
the pants John was wearing off of his body, then grabbed the
lace panties and tore them off also, fully exposing his
brother to the group. John was crying, and the only word
which he could make come out of his mouth, was "No!" Mike
threw John to the floor and told the other to hold him, which
several seemed eager to do. Mike was placed on his hand and
knees with his breasts hanging down. A couple of the boys
reached under and grabbed his breasts, squeazing them and
pinching them. John cried, and continued to say, "No..No..-
No!" While the other boys held John in place, Mike dropped
his pants and got into position behind his brother, and
without any lubrication, shoved his hard cock full length into
John's ass, "Arghhh, Ahhhh, Arghhh," John cried, but to no
avail.
Almost immediately, John's crys were silenced by a cock
in his mouth and the two boys now pumped him from both ends
simutaniously. John lost count of how many cocks he sucked or
had up his poor ass, but was sure that each of the eight boys
came at least 2 or 3 time apiece. John's body was covered
with cum, where boys waiting for their turn at either his
mouth or ass had jacked themselves off and sprayed their juice
onto his body. After what seemed like hours, the boys finally
gave out and released their holds on his beaten and abused
body. John collapsed on the floor and passed out, every
muscle in his body feeling damaged and exhausted.
Later that night, Vicky, Susan and Jane entered the house
returning from a movie. When they entered the living room,
they found Mike passed out on a chair, with his pants and
underpants both down around his ankles. John was laying on
the floor unconscience, with blood trickles running from his
mouth and asshole; large bruses were visable on his hips,
breasts, and arms; as well as red marks all over him, and his
body covered with cum. Susan and Jane immediately rushed to
John and determined that he was still alive although badly
beaten and apparently had be raped multiple times, both analy
and orally. Jane gathered John into her arms and gently held
him, while Susan wheeled on Vicky and unleashed her rage.
"You FUCKING BITCH! This is all YOUR FAULT." Vicky seeing the
rage on the younger girl's face, started backing away and then
tripped over Mike's leg and fell backwards onto the floor.
Susan leapt onto her chest and sitting stradling Vicky's
body, punched her face and body until she was unable to swing
her arms anymore. Then grabbed her hair, and slamming Vicky's
head into the floor, yelled, "You fucking cunt, this is all
your fault, You knew this would happen when you let Mike at
him." Vicky was unable to respond, and shortly passed out.
Getting up from the inert body, Susan went to where Mike was
sprawled, and pulled him down to the floor, then viciously
kicked him in the balls, until blood was trickling from his
groin where the soles of her shoes had cut him. "Mother
Fucker won't be getting THAT up for a while," she muttered to
herself.
Susan and Jane half drug, half carried John to Vicky's
bedroom where they clean him and tried to determine the extent
of injuries. Susan got a suitcase out of Vicky's closet and
packed as many of Vicky's clothes as she could into it. Then
went down to the living room and got both Mike and Vicky's
wallets and put all of the money and credit cards into Vicky's
purse, including all of Vicky's I.D. Cards and birth certifi-
cate.
They then dressed John and took him in his car to Jane's
mother's appartment. The girls were afraid, John had suffered
serious internal injuries due to the blood coming from his
anal opening. Jane explained to her mother what had happened
and the woman immediately stripped John and checked him for
injury. The nurse marveled at the well developed breasts this
boy had; then remembered her son/daughter's previous develop-
ment and wondered if there was some connection. "We can get
to that later," she thought as she gently opened the boys ass
with her fingers, looking into him with a flashlight, inspect-
ing for damage. "He's definately been raped," she
reported to the girls, "and from the looks of it a number of
times." "He's pretty badly brused and battered, but I don't
see any permanent injuries, nor anything that won't repair
itself, given time and some asprin." The girls were releaved
at the news and relaxed a little. "Oh God," cried Susan,
"What about Susan and Mike," she said thinking of how badly
she had beaten them. "Fuck them," replied Jane, "They did
this to John, They deserved it!" Jane's mother scowled at the
use of profanity, then considered the circumstances and let it
go by.
"How bad are these other's?" Jane's mother quered, "Not
bad enough," responded Susan, and "Pretty bad Mom," said Jane.
"Jane, if they are that bad, I want you to go to a pay phone
and call 9-1-1," directed her mother. "Why not call from
here?" asked Jane. "Because they can't trace the call to here
if you make it from a pay phone stupid," her mother growled.
Jane made the call as directed and then hid John's car in the
garage which came with the appartment and parked her mother's
car on the street. They then carried John to Jane's bed and
gently laid him out for a well deserved and needed rest.
"Back to the kitchen, you two...We need to talk."
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CHAPTER 14
THE ESCAPE
"Now what's this all about...How did he get that
way...What's going on here..."Jane's mother asked. As they
sat around the kitchen table, Jane and Susan told the whole
story (leaving out only a sex act or two like the fist
fucking) from beginning to end. Then told her how John had
been given by his sister to their brother to use as a sex
slave, and how they had found him tonight after the apparent
gang rape. How Susan in a rage had badly beaten Vicky, then
kicked Mike in the groin until blood ran from his balls and
then returned here with John in the condition she had seen
him.
"I see," said Jane's mother with a raised eyebrow concern-
ing the sex and sex slave disclosures; "These kids are into
stuff we never even thought about," she thought to herself.
"Well first things first," she declared, "We will have to get
John out of town, he'll be safe here until he recovers, but
after that rape, he can't live in this city with any assurance
of safety."
Regarding Susan's problem, "Sue, you could be charged with
several felonies, from what you say happened, although I doubt
that Vicky and Mike's parents would want all this sex stuff to
come out in a court of law." "In all probability, they will
hush it up if they know about what happened, in particular the
gang rape of John." "I would suggest that we send them an
anonymous letter, telling them about this sex slave stuff and
the gang rape and see what happens."
They proceeded as planned with John staying with Jane and
her mother for several days until recovered from the brutal
attack. Then one day while Jane, Susan and John were eating
breakfast, Susan posed the question they had all been avoid-
ing. "John, what are you going to do now?" "I'm not sure,"
he replied with eyes downcast, "Your mother and I discussed
it, and I know I have to leave town." "The question, is where
will I go, what I will do...How I will live..." he almost
cried. (At his point they didn't know that no police investi-
gation was being conducted into the events at his house the
week before.)
Susan went into the bedroom and returned with Vicky's
purse which she had stolen the night of the rape and packed in
the bag along with the clothing. Looking through it, she
discovered a drivers license, birth certificate, two gasoline
company credit cards and various miscellaneous papers that one
would expect to find in a young woman's purse. These includ-
ed: library card, club membership cards, pictures of boys,
papers with telephone numbers, etc.; as well as an assortment
of combs, hair devices, cosmetics, etc. and $132.00 cash.
Susan also threw the $46.00 she had removed from Mike's wallet
on the table and then considered alternatives. Looking over
the stuff spread on the table, Susan offered a proposal.
"John, you're probably going to think I'm crazy, but
listen to the whole thing before you make a decision."
Picking up Vicky's drivers license and laying it in front of
Jane and John she continued. "When you are dressed, you and
Vicky look like twins, even your own brother couldn't tell you
apart." "NO ONE is looking for Vicky!" "I think you should
assume Vicky's identity, at least until any trouble with the
police blows over."
John, considered the proposal and asked for more details.
"Well, I stashed your car down in the garage, and ...Do you
have any money in the bank? You do?...Where is your passbook,
checkbook, or Automatic Teller Card?" John advised that his
checkbook and ATM card were in the top drawer of his dresser
at home; but how would he get them? At this point Jane chimed
in, "I'll get Tami and Lisa to go with me to visit Vicky, I
heard she is back home," then pausing to think for a minute,
"I don't think Susan should go, Vicky knows who beat her up
and we might have another fight." Jane then outlined the
plan, which was for Tami and Lisa to visit in Vicky's room,
while Jane slipped next door in John's room and obtained the
needed financial materials. They should be in and out in only
a couple of minutes.
Jane contacted the other girls and told them what she
needed to do. That afternoon, they went to the house and were
relieved when they found that neither of Vicky's parents were
home. While Tami and Lisa talked to Vicky, Jane got the
checkbook, ATM card, and John's billfold and then joined them
as if just then coming into the house. Over the next 3 days
John used the ATM card and withdrew the maximum allowed per
day from his accounts and now had an additional $600 in cash,
which gave him a total of $778. He still had another $1200 in
his savings account that he had been saving for college
tuition and transferred all of that to his checking account.
John had to leave and he knew it. Packing his bag with
the women's clothing Susan had swiped from his sister, and
dressed as required for his cover as Vicky, he told the girls
who were all assembled at Jane's apartment the next morning
that "today was the day." The next 45 minutes were filled
with tears, many hugs, and promises to keep in touch through
Jane. When he finally got into his car and left, everyone was
crying including himself and the girls were holding each other
trying to comfort one another. At this point, John and the
girls all realized that they REALLY loved each other. They
had bonded over the past two and one half years closer than
any man and wife they knew of.
John drove to the next town and stopped at a "Goodwill"
used clothing store and bought a single set of man's clothes
into which he changed at a gas station restroom. He then
drove to a used car lot and traded his Ford for a VW 'Bug'
which he told them to title in his sister's name as he was
going to give it to her as a gift. This transaction only cost
him the tax and title fees, since he was 'trading down' in
value. John left driving a different car, which legally be-
longed to Victoria J. Henderson (Vicky's legal name). That
evening and some 600 miles from home, John got a motel room
and after throwing away the man's shirt and trousers he had
purchased to make the car deal, went to bed wearing one of his
sister's frilly nightgowns.
Now moving as Victoria, he continued driving until he
arrived at a medium sized college town in Indiana, where he
decided to try and make a go of it. He got a job at minimum
wage, as a waitress at a small restaurant near the college and
rented a room in a rooming house until he could find an apar-
tment. Using a check drawn on the account of John Henderson,
'Victoria Henderson' opened a new checking account with a
beginning balance of $1200; John then destroyed his remaining
checks from the old account and sent a letter to the bank with
his ATM card enclosed, telling them to close out his accounts.
John/'Victoria' worked at the restaurant for about three
weeks in the evenings. Every night some college boy would pat
or pinch him/her on the ass or try to feel up her leg when she
had her hands full of dishes. Having had enough of it, John
quit that job and tried to find one in sales. The problem was
that all of the big stores wanted to see his/her high school
diploma or had policies against hiring 17 year old girls
(Vicky's current age). His funds started running lower and he
knew he had to find a job or give up the role of 'Victoria',
but he still thought the police might be looking for him so he
dared not return to being John.
One day when he was walking from one job interview (he
had sold the car to raise cash), he passed a storefront only
a block from the campus, which had two things which caught his
eye. First, it was a 'Consignment Sales' store which dealt in
used women's and 'Vintage' clothing; this was good used cloth-
ing which the owner's had out grown or for whatever reason, no
longer wanted. The second, was a "HELP WANTED" sign in the
window. John decided to go in and look around, maybe even try
for the job. "After all," he thought, "the worst they can say
is NO," and it seemed he had been hearing that a lot lately.
Inside, John found rack after rack of beautiful gowns,
and dresses and entire section devoted to "turn of the
century" high fashion clothing as well as other sections
having clothing from the 20's, 30's, WW II period, 50's and
early 60's. The Lingerie section was like a fantasy palace,
with every imaginable type of women's undergarments from
corsets to girdles, 50 kinds of bras, slips, petticoats, and
nightgowns from baby doll to floor length.
The store was relatively small but packed solid from wall-
to-wall. "May I help you," said a small voice from behind
him/her. "This store is fantastic!" replied John as he turned
to face a small elderly woman who he was later to learn was
the owner. "Why, thank you young lady," the woman replied, "I
try to keep only the best in my stock." "But where do you get
it all?" Victoria/John asked, "Faculty wives for much of
it...and some from other dealers...most just from ordinary
women in town who either can't wear it or are tired of it,"
the little woman responded with a wide smile on her face.
"It's just wonderful," John said as he appraised the woman
with whom he was speaking. She was in her upper 70's he
guessed and very tiny, only about 4'10", a very grandmotherly
look surrounded her.
"I...I was wondering about the job?," John asked pointing
to the sign in the window. "Oh yes," she said, "I've been
looking for someone to help me with the store. As you can
tell, I'm getting old and I can't do it all myself anymore."
"It has to be someone special," she continued, then "Oh I'm
sorry...I'm Mrs. Roberts, I own this store." "My husband used
to be Dean over at the college and after he died, well I just
kept it open to keep myself busy." The woman looked at
John/Victoria and he could tell that she was evaluating the
young woman before her. "What is your name child," the woman
asked, "Victoria," John replied.
"What a beautiful name,...I'm so glad you don't butcher it
like most of these young girls and call yourself 'Vicky' or
some such." "I was named after my Grandmother," John replied,
"and out of respect for her, I use my full name," he added.
"What a wonderful young lady you are," Mrs. Roberts offered,
"I thought the young people of today had no respect for their
elders anymore." "My Grandmother was a very intelligent and
sensitive woman and I'm proud to be named after her," John
said. He had loved his Grandmother very much and was greatly
saddened when she had died four years previously; so he wasn't
lying to the woman regarding the respect with which he had for
the namesake of his sister.
Mrs. Roberts read the emotion in his voice and knew that
this girl was telling the truth. "Would you like to work for
me?" she offered. "Oh yes! Mrs. Roberts, working here would
be like....well, like being in heaven," John replied. "Not
quite," said the woman, "but I think you'll do well if your
willing to work." "Yes, thank you very much, Mrs. Rob-
erts...You'll have no complaints about me not working hard."
"I'm sure," the woman replied, and lead 'Victoria' into the
office.
After filling out the payroll paperwork Mrs. Roberts
turned to face the younger woman. "Do you know WHY I am
hiring you?" "Not really," replied John softly. "You never
asked about the pay," replied the old woman, as if that was
all encompassing, then continued; "It's obvious you love my
store, and anyone who likes it that much, to accept a job
without knowing what they will be paid." "Well, they just
have to be the kind of person I want to work here."
"In answer to the question you didn't ask however, I'll
pay you 5% of the gross of your sales with a guaranteed
minimum pay of $200 per week. Also, I see you live in that
rooming house over on the other side of campus. I don't want
you walking across campus alone at night, so If you want it,
there is an old apartment upstairs above the store. If you
clean it up, you can live there for $100 per month which I'll
deduct from your pay." "Oh Mrs. Roberts, I don't know how to
thank you," John excitedly replied, with tears welling up in
his eyes. "Your very generous, I just don't know what to
say." "Don't say anything," the woman answered, "Just work
hard and sell lot's of clothing and we will both be happy."
"Oh yes, I will, I will," 'Victoria' cried and gave Mrs.
Roberts a kiss on the cheek. "Easy, child," the woman
responded, "Let's go upstairs and see what it will take to put
that apartment back into shape."
When they got upstairs, they both looked around the
apartment which had no furniture and was half filled with
boxes of clothing. "Oh MY," said Mrs. Roberts, "this will
never do, I'll call a friend of mine who has a used furniture
and appliance store and get you some things to use...Don't
worry, they come with the apartment,no extra charge." As for
all of this stuff, you'll have to carry it down to the
basement and store it there, I guess." "Oh," as if an
afterthought, "all of the consignment clothes are already
downstairs on the racks. This clothing I picked up at garage
sales, goodwill stores, and anyplace else I could find it. If
you need additional clothing and you want any of this, just
help yourself. That's that much you won't have to carry
downstairs. "Oh THANK YOU MRS. ROBERTS," 'Victoria' said with
glee and gave the woman a hug. "Easy girl, my old bones can't
take all this excitement, just watching your reaction is all
the thanks I need."
CHAPTER 15
MICHELLE
The night of the gang rape, Mike and Vicky were both taken
to the hospital unconscious. Vicky was treated and released
the next day with no injuries more serious than a minor
concussion, bumps and bruises. She was sent home to recover
there under her parents care.
Mike however, was severely injured, his testicles were
destroyed and could not be repaired. A specialist was called
in the next day for consultation and it was determined that he
would have to be castrated in order to save his life. The
specialist, a Doctor Price talked to his parents and obtained
permission to conduct the operation on the 17 year old boy.
His father was not happy about the idea, but saw no other
recourse available if the boy was to live.
"I would suggest," said the doctor, "that you consider a
sex change operation for the boy." "What!," his father
screamed. "Consider the alternative," the woman doctor
reasoned with him, "Your son will NEVER be a functioning male
again. Would you rather, he live his life as a EUNUCH, or
give him the chance to live it as a sexually functional
female?" "He is young enough," she continued, "to make the
transition without permanent psychological damage, and
physically even though 5'10" could pass as a woman after
hormone therapy and losing some weight."
Mike's parents discussed the options at length. Mike was
still unconscious and could not be consulted in the matter.
They made the decision to have the sex change done and
informed Doctor Price. Doctor Price contacted two other
doctors who performed this type of surgery and outlined the
case to them. They concurred with her conclusions and advised
they would arrive the next day to perform the operation and
told her what they would need.
Immediately after consulting with the other doctors, Dr.
Price and her nurse Janet used one of the hospital's OB-GYN
rooms and performed the castration part of the procedures.
Janet (Jane's mother) had told Dr. Price what Mike had done to
his brother and neither had any sympathy for the boy on the
operating table. When completed, Dr. Price turned to Janet
and whispered, "This little fucker will NEVER rape anyone
again." They both chuckled, then went about their normal
business.
Early the next morning the other surgical team arrived and
Mike was wheeled into an operating theater and the surgery
performed. When he awoke the following day in a recovery
room, he was experiencing considerable pain from his groin.
His hands were tied to the bed so that he was unable to move
them and he had tubes running down and into both arms. His
chest felt heavy and it seemed harder for him to breath, but
he didn't know why. The nurse came in and gave him a shot,
which put him to sleep and made the pain go away. He was kept
heavily sedated for about three weeks until his body recovered
sufficiently from the surgery that the doctors felt he could
not accidently hurt himself when he awoke.
When he opened his eyes, Mike saw his parents standing
beside the bed with very concerned looks on their faces. On
the other side of the bed was a woman in a white doctor's type
coat with a stethoscope around her neck. An "IV" tube was
running from his left arm up to a bottle hanging from a pole
and he felt strange, but couldn't pin down quite why. He must
be in a hospital, he thought but when did he get hurt? The
last thing he remembered was the party at his house with the
other guys when he got VERY drunk. While mulling this over in
his mind, he discovered a more recent memory of waking up with
more pain than he had ever felt coming from his groin, then
blacking out until now. "What the fuck happened to me?" he
asked himself mentally.
"Mike, are you awake?," his dad asked. "He's just
disoriented," said he woman who looked like a doctor. "Mike,
can you hear me?" his father tried again. "Yes Dad," Mike
choked out, his mouth and throat feeling like he hadn't had a
drink in a month. The doctor placed a glass to his lips and
he drank the refreshing liquid. "How do you feel?" he was
asked by the doctor. "OK, I guess," he whispered, still
having trouble speaking, "a little sore all over though."
"That's to be expected," the woman said to his parents.
"Mike is your head clear enough to understand what I'm
saying?" the woman asked. "Yes," he replied. "I'm Doctor
Price and I need to tell you what has happened." Then turning
to Mike's parents said, "This will probably go easier if I am
alone with him." Nodding, this parents solemnly walked out of
the room, but his mother had given his hand a squeeze before
leaving. "Am I sick or something?," the boy asked. "No, but
you were most seriously injured when they brought you in
here," she replied.
Sitting down in a chair beside the bed, the Doctor looked
at the boy and then started her planned speech. "Do you
remember the night you had the party at your house with the
seven other boys?" Mike nodded assent. "Good, sometime after
you got drunk, someone seriously injured you and you were
brought to the hospital unconscious." "I'm not sure exactly
what happened, but your mother said that they have been told
you raped your brother." Mike shot up from his reclining
position, suddenly, the whole events of the night flashed
through his mind, including the gang rape of John/Joellen.
"Lay back down, Mike, I don't want you hurting yourself, you
still have an 'IV' connected to your arm." Mike did as
directed, but trembled at the thought of his parents knowing
about the rape.
"It would seem," the doctor continued, "that your injuries
were in retaliation for raping your brother... We don't know
who did it, but they hurt you very badly." "What happened to
me," Mike managed to rasp. Very matter of factly the Doctor
replied, "They destroyed your testicles." Mike started
choking and couldn't believe what the doctor had just told
him. By almost reflex, his right hand reached for his groin
and to his further shock, not only were his balls missing, but
he couldn't feel his cock either. "Oh GOD!," he cried.
Grabbing his hand the doctor removed it from his crotch,
and held in her's so that he could not hurt himself. Stroking
his hand and his forehead, the doctor explained how badly he
had been hurt and that his life had been in serious danger.
That his parents had to make a decision to do either a
'simple' castration or complete surgery. Given the choice
between their son being a permanent eunuch, with at best a
pair of fake balls and no sex life, or having his sex
'reassigned' to a female, who could lead a mostly normal life,
they had chosen the latter. When the boy fully realized what
she had said, he broke down crying and shaking throughout his
body.
She continued stroking him and after he seemed to regain
control, she gently took his hand and guided it back to his
groin. "I'm going to let you touch yourself," she said, "but
I want you to do it lightly, so that you do not tear anything
until you completely heal. You now have a vagina down there,
and only a doctor could tell it from the real thing." As she
guided his hand over his newly created pussy, Mike couldn't
believe that he was feeling his own body. "It feels like a
girl," he thought to himself as he gently stroked the 'lips'
and rubbed a finger over the 'clit'. Then the realization hit
him again, that he was feeling himself and not some young
girl; immediately he began shaking again.
The doctor removed his hand and moved it up to his chest.
"I've given you something else," she said, "to help your
transition along," then rested his hand on a well formed
female breast. Mike had felt weight on his chest, NOW he knew
what it was, he had two perfect small "B" cup sized breasts
laying on his chest. No not laying on, but part of, he
corrected his mind's perception. "We'll leave those implants
in until your own breasts grow from the hormones," the doctor
lectured, "but they should help you feel like a woman right
away."
After a few day's Mike finally accepted that physically he
was now a woman. Dr. Price had told him that she had made
arrangements for him to go so a special clinic where they
would continue his treatments and teach him the things he
needed to know to live the rest of his life as a female. Mike
was not happy about the whole thing but on reflection did not
blame his parents for the decision they had made on his
behalf. As much as he hated the idea, he much preferred
living as a woman than a EUNUCH. Mike shuddered every time he
thought of what he had done to his brother, both before THAT
night and during it, and vowed that he would try to make it up
to him somehow.
Eight months latter a very nervous girl named 'Michelle'
went home to her parents. Her younger sister Vicky couldn't
believe the transformation which had occurred and tried to
help her new sister adapt to living as a woman. Michelle was
tall for a girl at almost 5'10" but weighed in at a trim 128
lbs. and had a terrific figure for a 17 year old. Michelle's
parents had moved to a different town, and she was enrolled in
the local high school to finish her education. Vicky for some
reason was never allowed to leave the house, having been
"permanently grounded" by their parents until old enough to
move out on her own. Michelle didn't ask why, she knew that
their parents must have found out about the rest of the
John/Joellen story and put an end to all possibilities of a
repeat performance by her younger sister. Her older brother
was gone and had not been seen or heard from since "That"
night.
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