Jennfier's Abduction

Jennifer is abducted and forced to participate in a first cum first 
cut orgy with 11 other TVs.  She looses more than just the contest 
and finds true feminization at the caring hands of a mistress.

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It had been a wonderful night at Club GiGi.  There were lots of 
girls around, some very pretty and sexy and I’m sure that were on 
hormones and then there were a lot of girls there like me, passable 
and sexy, but only part timers.  I had been hit on and danced with 
and now I was on my way home for some solo relief, for my bi 
friends were out of town.

I had to park around the corner when I arrived, but was enjoying 
the walk in the warm night air. Spring had come early this year, 
for this part of the country, and was welcomed in that I didn’t 
have to hide under a wool coat.  I loved hearing the click of my 
heels on the pavement and was enjoying the sexy sway of my hips and 
feel of my skirt as I walked.  Maybe I was too engrossed in the 
sensations to hear the car approaching.  I knew better, but the 
sexy sensations were to over powering.  

As I stopped at my car door and unlocked it, they struck.  Quick, 
quiet and strong!  I was grabbed, handcuffed and thrown in to the 
back of the van.  Before I could gain my senses, I was nearly 
smothered by a naked pussy and told to eat.  As I licked and ate, I 
suddenly felt a sharp jab in my thigh and everything quickly went 
black.

I awoke some time later with a god awful hangover, that only could 
have been drug induced since I had no alcohol from the night or 
whenever before.  I was in a dark, cold room and the only light I 
could see was from a crack around the door.  I started yelling and 
demanding to know where I was and to be let out.  Do this now and I 
won’t tell a soul, just let me go I pleaded.

After a while I could here some people coming down the hall, the 
tell tale click of high heels on tile reverberated down the hall 
and into my room.  They stopped in front of my door.  I heard the 
clinking of keys and suddenly my door was swung open and there 
stood two dashingly beautiful women fashioned in dark leather 
corsets, skirts and heels.  Their long burnette hair hung over 
their shoulders to tickle and tease their exposed breasts and 
nipples. 

They commanded me to be quiet and told me that any other outbursts 
would result in my being dumped in the river, rather than what they 
had planned for me.  The river meant immediate death, fast currents 
and cold water.  No one could survive, so I quickly quieted down.  
What do you want from me I asked?  I’m of no consequence to anyone, 
and have little money to pay a ransom.  So what can I do, did I do 
to deserve this?

Their response was that I impersonated a girl, too well, so I was 
to become one.  They actually were here to do me and several others 
like me a favor.  Maybe someday I could/ would return a favor to 
them.  Confused and scared I asked them what they meant/

They said that they had held a court trial and I was accused, 
convicted and sentenced for female impersonation.  They had 
sentenced me to complete emasculation and feminization.  Sentence 
to be carried out immediately.

 I was dumbfounded!  Who gave them the right? I demanded . They 
replied since they were real women they had the right and they 
chose to exercise it.  Now I was scared.  They turned on the lights 
from out side and in this room I saw a complete make up table and 
closet with clothes as well as a bathroom.  I was instructed to 
shower, re-apply my make up and get ready in clothes that will be 
laid out for me.  “ and be as sexy and feminine as possible.”  If I 
refused or reluctantly complied then a helper would be assigned to 
do the job for me, and “they have the ability to make you comply.”

Now I didn’t want to loose my cock and balls, but I didn’t see any 
choice in the matter.  I had better do as I was told, otherwise the 
cops would find a cross dressed floater, probably with out balls 
some where down river.  So I showered, and re-applied my makeup and 
put on the clothes they had laid out, a corset, stockings, satin 
panties, leather skirt, breast forms, high heels, my wig, red silk 
blouse and sexy red finger nails.   As soon as I was dressed my 
door was opened and a very beautiful woman entered and complimented 
me on my looks, and then told me to follow her.  I was led down a 
hallway of what I assumed were other rooms like the one I was in.  
At the end of the hall way was a set of double doors that I was 
instructed to walk through.   My escort pushed me through them and 
I entered a large amphitheater where there were several other girls 
waiting, parading around.  Evidently I was the last to arrive.

Soon the lights went up and we could see women seated around the 
rim of the theater.  One of them got up to talk and I recognized 
her as being one who welcomed me earlier.  She addressed the crowd 
of women, saying: Greetings ladies, and welcome to Trans Fight 
Night!  You see gathered before you 12 ravishing TVs, picked for 
their impersonating the feminine gender with such skill that we 
have determined it necessary to make them women, well almost.  As 
is our ritual here, these 12 dames will pair off and as a 
competition, strive to make each other cum.  The first to loose 
their load will be completely nullified and receive breast 
implants, that’s right, chopped off. Those girls left will then 
compete to see who will be castrated. Any of you girls left after 
this will have to bring 10 real ladies off with their dicks before 
they themselves cum or they will be shortened, drasticly.  Anyone 
surviving all these challenges will be allowed to go free.
 
The crowd of women started cat calling and all and whooping and 
hollering for the games to begin. 

The Hostess, gave us girls instructions that we could use any means 
possible to make the other cum.  Hand jobs, blow jobs, spanking, 
dry humping what ever it took, and also that if we didn’t really 
try we would be disqualified and be nullified anyway.  

At her command we were to come out and attack.     1.  2.  3.  
Let’s cum, was her command and the fun began.  

 I met up with a tall long legged blonde that immediately grabbed 
my blouse and ripped it open.  I saw others doing the same thing so 
I countered and grabbed her by her leather skirt and pulled.  It 
ripped up the side to expose her stretch panties and a start of a 
boner.  As she let go of my blouse to pull her skirt down I slapped 
her ass and ripped her panties from her ass, freeing her ever 
hardening cock.  This got her all pissed and she tackled me and 
forced her hand between my legs wrapping it around my cock.  Gosh 
her touch and grip felt so sexy.  Literally, my partner and I each 
had the other’s cock in a death grip and were stroking away.  We 
both knew we were nearly shot and one or the other was soon to 
loose, everything.  I maneuvered to get my lips on the head on her 
cock and started to suck away, however, she did her best to do the 
same yet somehow also drove a finger up my ass causing me to loose 
not only a hearty load, but the match and my cock and balls.  I was 
the first to shoot!  I rationalized that in essence I may have 
wanted to loose, what better chance to realize my dreams, however, 
I was about to loose my cock and balls and additionally I suddenly 
remembered receive a set of tits!  The crowd was constantly 
cheering now as girl after girl lost their last loads.  Soon the 
first of us were chosen.  

Next up, the remaining girls were required to draw straws, to see 
who would be fucked and who would be the fucker.  The Fucker, was 
thought to probably loose, however, they could also reach around 
and stroke the fuckees cock.  1.  2. 3.  Fuck!  was the command and 
the paired up girls with hardened cocks jammed them into the 
waiting assholes.  My former partner was the fucker, and it wasn’t 
but three or four strokes with the other girl playing with her 
hanging balls that she pulled out and fired a load off on her 
partners ass and back.  Damn, she lost.  Even and fair game, but 
one of us should have won.

Two of the girls, that were paired together it was determined came 
at the same time, so they were both sentenced to castration as 
well.  

There were two remaining girls who did not cum yet, so the hostess 
ordered them to compete in a 69 contest and the winner would try 
for freedom in the fuck fest competition.

After a short wait the two girls positioned themselves ready to 
suck each others cock and again on command started licking and 
sucking like there was no tomorrow.  The girl on top the one with 
jet black hair seemed to take command and had her partners cock all 
the way down her throat and was really sucking it hard.  On 
alternate strokes she would swipe the others balls with her tongue 
and make her moan.  The other girl on the bottom, with red hair was 
sure to loose if Blackie kept up the pace, but Red had other 
thoughts and shoved her fingers and then fist up Blackie’s pussy 
asshole and that was all it took and she dumped her rather large 
load in Red’s puckered mouth, spraying all over her face and 
chest.  Again the crowd roared with applause and even us condemned 
girls started to cheer.

Now the remaining girl, Red was given a break.  As the room was 
prepared for the main events.

Us loosers were ordered to go back to our rooms, shower, and apply 
the antibotic lotion to our selves before we were to be led back to 
the amphitheater.  We were escorted by one of the women from the 
group with specific instructions to do exactly as we were told and 
get done quickly.  If we were reluctant or refused, we would end up 
in the river...

While showering and applying the lotion, my escort teased me about 
how I was about to loose my cock and balls and that I would make a 
better looking girl than I probably ever made as a man.  She was 
going to bid high to get my cock and balls and then use them as a 
dildo for herself, and make herself cum.  But no matter they 
wouldn’t be my cock and balls anymore.

 As I finished, with her close inspection and diligence on my 
duties, she bent down and kissed the head of my cock and said, 
“Just saying good bye for you, Jennifer. Hope you two had fun while 
you could.  It’ll be mind to have fun with from now on.”  At the 
she pushed me out into the hallway and pushed me toward the 
amphitheater.  When we arrived, she directed me to a numbered 
table.  At that I crumbled under the dismay of what was about to 
happen, and I pleaded with her to try to save me some how and I’d 
be forever in her debt. My pleading fell on deaf ears and she had 
two big burly female, guard type women come over and pick me up and 
place me on the table.  They then secured my body with big black 
leather restraints and placed my legs and feet in stirrups securing 
them tight.  My escort then went around to be in front of me, but 
between my knees and grabbed my cock and balls between both her 
hands and very violently squeezed and twisted my nut sack with no 
mercy.  “Beg me for these!” she said!  “What a waste of breathe! 
Chop them off!”

All around me were the other losers.  Number 1 thru Number 10.  All 
of us were whimpering and crying and scared about what was soon to 
happen.  The hostess got up and announced the final proceedings as 
she giggled.  Starting with # 1, thru #10, we will be doing 
castrations  Since they are quicker to perform they will go first.  
Then# 11, you get your nullification and a set of breast implants.  
Your  friendly escort will get to choose the size.  Then after all 
this is done, we will have the reduced ball sale, where the prices 
are really slashed.... Again with a giggle.  

Now you have two choices left.  How do you wish to loose your 
balls?  Surgeon with anesthetic, or guillotine with out anesthetic. 
What will it be ladies? 
  
Although this was not my choice of activities I had no choice in 
the matter a surgeon was here to see to my modifications.  My 
escort was very pleased to get to choose the size of my soon to be 
tits.  Since I was the only one to have this done I would be going 
last.
   
All of the other girls had made their choice and some chose the 
guillotine and a few the surgeon, yet somewhere I thought there was 
another surprise.  The guillotine came first.

 The 5 that chose this method were spun around to face the majority 
of the crowd and suddenly a close circuit tv screen came to life, 
filled with images of crotches an cocks and balls in various stages 
of arousal, and size.  Each escort was instructed to grab on to 
their “girls” ball sack and pull, stretch and twist it as far away 
from the body as possible.  As that was being done an attendant 
came to each one of them and loaded an elastrator with a green band 
and slipped it over the balls and ball sack as far up it as 
possible.  With the escort still pulling hard, she then activated 
the lever an snapped the band in place, for all essential purposes 
castrating the girl, yet still they had to be removed.  The hostess 
explained that the band was to control bleeding.  Next an attendant 
rolled individual guillotines up between each girls legs and pulled 
their balls and sack through the throat of the razor sharp device 
and secured them there with a yoke.  Each guillotine had a little 
basket in front to catch the soon to be severed parts.  Most of the 
“girls” were whimpering an sobbing begging for mercy, but the 
hostess wasn’t listening.  She read the following decree: Friends 
you are here to witness the righting of a wrong, these “girls” have 
been impersonating real women for some very many years.  They have 
given us a bad name, although passable, they stole cocks from us, 
for their own perverted use.  Now we will take their cocks back for 
us.  On the count of three these five “girls” will loose their 
ability to have sex, and their desire to get off.  They will live 
their lives as neutered beings, being denied the joys of orgasmic 
release.  So say it, so it be done. “ As the crowd counted one, she 
pulled a remote control out of her pocket.  Two, she pulled up the 
antenna.  Three, and she pushed the red button.  As the button as 
pressed the guillotines sprang into action and sliced down through 
the tender flesh of the five scrotums, gliding through the tubes of 
the testicle cords and finally slashing through the back flesh of 
the scrotum.  In an instant, their were five less men in the world, 
but five more eunuchs.  As soon as it started it was over, except 
for the nurse that came to all five and with a torch fired branding 
iron, cauterized the simple wound.  As the flesh was cooling and 
sealing ,the dripping juices of cum, blood and plasma, the same 
nurse came back to cut the green elastrator band free.  As she did 
each new eunuch could feel the cords from her severed balls spring 
back, up into her abdomen.

Next up  the other five had been wheeled to the front of the room 
and the nurse was making her rounds giving an injection into the 
scrotums at hand.  Again the elastrator was used to place the bands 
around the soon to be missing sack and again the escorts were 
instructed to pull, twist and yank on those balls.  Everyone worked 
with a great vengeance.  Along came the doctor and with a sharp 
curved blade knife would grab the puckered sack in one hand, place 
the curve of the blade below the sack and with a sawing motion, 
slice up though the soft, yielding flesh cutting off the sack, and 
testicles like they were butter.  After each cut she’d deposit the 
useless flesh in a bowl, change knives and went on to the next.  
Again the nurse with the torch came through and sealed the wound, 
released the band and could witness the snapping of the testicle 
cords as they retreated into the abdomen. 

Now it was obvious that I was next.  Watching the others both as 
they lay along side of me and on the CC TV had gotten me excited 
and the surgeon and hostess were quick to point out that I was 
excited to loose my cock and balls and what ever else was soon to 
happen to me.  Again the hostess read the above decree and 
sentenced me to a life as a “girl” never to be male again, and that 
from now on I would feel what women really felt like.  

The crowd of ladies began to chant, one last cum, one last cum, one 
last cum, and so the surgeon lubed up a glove and began to stroke 
my cock, in no time it was rock hard, and in a matter of seconds 
later it was shooting a creamy load up into the air.  Before it 
could even start to get soft, an elastrator band was put into place 
as close to the base as possible.  Keep it stretched out and hard 
the Dr. said, that way it’ll be useful as a dildo.

With that she injected some anesthetic into my groin and said that 
it would numb me but not deaden all the pain, I needed to feel some 
of it.  Next I was propped up so I could see myself and with the 
aid of the TV I had an unobstructed view.  Next, with scalpel in 
one hand and grabbing my cock with the other, she pulled my cock up 
on to my belly and sliced down it length wise along the urethra, 
tip to bottom.  I watched as the incision was sliced into the flesh 
and a thin dark  line of blood appeared.  I could feel the blade 
draw down along the length of my cock and then some tugging and 
pulling deep inside my belly. Next as she narrated the process was 
to free the tube for later repositioning between her legs, so 
she’ll have to sit to pee like a lady.  

 As this was complete, her description and knife blade turned to 
drawing two long incisions from the top of my cock just below the 
elastrator band around the sides and down first one side of my 
scrotum and then the other to meet at the point of a “v” about 2" 
above my asshole.  Grabbing my guiche piercing she pulled the flesh 
of my sack up and off my balls to flop it over my cock and on my 
belly.  There between my legs, hanging helplessly in the air by 
pencil thick cords were two purple, egg shaped orbs.  My balls that 
I loved to hate so well.  I was sure I was going to miss them, but 
were glad they were soon to be gone.  The Dr. looked at and 
examined them closely and then taking a sizeable weight secured it 
around each testicle and let it fall towards the floor.  The sudden 
stretch was painful, but the terrible pain caused when the weight 
pulled the cord as far as it could was nauseating.  Then she took 
a  needle and some suture, stitched and tied the cords off close to 
where they met with my groin.   At this point in time, the escort 
and hostess were asked to step forward and do the honor of snipping 
the ribbons as they were called.  The hostess, smiled at me, then 
the crowd and with a wink of the eye, she and the escort each 
closed down on the handles of the scissors at the same time.  With 
a whipping quickness my testicles and weights crashed to the floor 
and the remainder of the cords retreated into my belly with the 
quickness of a snakes tongue.  
The doctor thanked them for their service and then proceeded to get 
to work on removing the rest of my cock.  Having the muscles at the 
base already exposed, she was able to quickly cut and snip the 
supporting tissues away and then flipped my cock and scrotum off my 
belly.  It literally flopped down between my legs making a dead 
like splat.  Now the doctor said just a few more cuts and this one 
is gelded and emasculated.  With that she grabbed a knife and I 
watched as she sawed through the tube of flesh that was once my 
cock, free it from it base and lift it off into a waiting bowl.  
All that remained was a single tube hanging free of everything else 
and soon to be positioned so that I would have to sit to pee.

The Doctor then took a pointed  knife and punctured a hole in the 
skin above my asshole and ran a wire up through the hole into the 
open wound and tied it to the end of my piss tube.  Tugging and 
pulling it burned as she pulled it back down and out through the 
hole.  With a few sutures she tied the tube to the skin and was 
ready to stitch up the rest of my soon to be scared but smooth 
crotch.  In nearly no time she was done and ready to go on to the 
breast implants. 

These will go quick she said.  With that she called the escort 
forward and asked how big she wanted them to be.   38D she said, 
Just as big as mine, that way we can share lingerie.  With those 
instructions, the doctor injected two large syringes of pain killer 
into my chest and even before it was totally numb, started to cut 
at the crease below the pectoral muscle.  A few repeated cuts with 
the knife and she was able to start to form a pocket to place the 
saline implant.  A lot of pushing, probing and massaging and 
finally she felt they were balanced and level and ready to be 
closed.  She explained that the stitch was made to self dissolve 
and wouldn’t show much of a scar for the weight of the breast would 
cover it.  I would however, have a hell of a time getting use to 
the stretching and pulling of such large implants.

 Now I was done and wheeled back to my room.  My escort accompanied 
me and told me of all the fun we would have once I was healed.  
Confused, I asked what she meant, since I assumed we would be set 
free to go live out our life.  Wrong silly, I was now to be her 
slave for life, and work for her, doing what ever she commanded.  I 
was here property to shape mold and modify as she saw fit. Sucking 
cock and licking cum filled pussies was sure to be part of the 
schedule and that I had better get use to strap on dildos if I 
wasn’t already.  She talked of nipple piercings, tattoos of 
permanent make up, cosmetic surgery to be more feminine and maybe 
one day a cunt. Overwhelmed, and yet happy I soon fell asleep.

When I awoke I found myself in a basement room somewhere with the 
last contestant.  He evidently lost as well for he as ball less and 
his cock had been chopped of leaving just a couple of inches to pee 
through.  Losers all around we wondered what our future life would 
be....