Chapter 3: Rising Action
Missy could feel the cold metal of the cage pressing into her skin, leaving indents on her soft, voluptuous thighs. The sound of other women's cries and moans filled the room, making her heart race in her chest. She looked around for a way to escape, but couldn't see any. It had been what seemed like days since she had seen anyone but the others in the cages.
Missy tried to think, tried to figure out what happened, what caused her to change from a man into this... this nymphomaniac. But she had no clue. All she knew was that the longer she stayed like this... the more it started feeling... right.
She couldn't explain it, but the thought of being used, taken, and dominated by this man and others like him was exhilarating. She couldn't believe how much her desires had changed in just a few short days.
As she lay in the cage, she couldn't help but think about the events that had brought her here. She remembered the moment she woke up and found that her body had been transformed into this new, voluptuous form. She remembered the panic, the fear, and the desperation that had consumed her as she tried to understand what had happened.
The transformation had been sudden and inexplicable, leaving her confused and disoriented. But then she noticed something else, something that sent a shiver down her spine. She could feel a deep, primal urge coursing through her, an insatiable hunger for masculinity that she had never felt before.
Missy shook her head in disbelief, unable to comprehend the changes in her body and mind. Yet despite her confusion and dismay, she couldn't deny the fact that she was growing increasingly aroused by every male she encountered.
Her body seemed to have a mind of its own, and she found herself craving the feeling of being completely and utterly dominated by them.
It wasn't long before the man who had brought her here came to visit her in her cage. He unlocked the door and stepped inside, his eyes raking over her body with a hunger that made her shiver.
"You're looking good, slut," he growled, gripping her chin and forcing her to look up at him.
Missy's heart raced in her chest as the man towered over her, his dominance and power intoxicating. She had never been one to be submissive in bed, but something about this man awakened a new side of her that she couldn't resist.
"Kneel," he commanded, and Missy obeyed without hesitation. She dropped to her knees on the cold concrete floor, her legs trembling with anticipation.
The man unzipped his jeans and pulled out his thick cock, already hard and pulsing with desire.
Without hesitation, Missy reached out and took it into her mouth, sucking greedily, unable to satisfy her newfound hunger for manhood.
"Oh fuck, you're good at that." He groaned, grabbing the back of her head and thrusting his cock deeper into her mouth. "That's it, take it all."
Her eyes watering from the size of him, Missy continued to suck and swallow, relishing every inch, every fearsome thrust that her mouth could handle.
His hands gripped her blonde hair tightly, forcing her to take him even deeper. She was nothing more than his fucktoy, his slut, his filthy whore. And she loved every second of it.
The taste of salt and the feeling of raw male power flooded her senses as she hungrily slurped and sucked at him. Her breasts heaved and her pussy throbbed, a wet and messy affair that left a trail of her juices running down her thighs.
"I've contacted your soon to be Master. He's on the way here now, slut. I want you cleaned up and dressed for him before he arrives. Ugggg you're so good at sucking dick girl, like you're hungry for it." The man groaned as he grabbed a handful of Missy's blonde hair, pulling her head back before jamming his cock even deeper into her throat.
Missy gagged slightly at the force of the man's driving thrusts, but she knew better than to show any signs of weakness. She whimpered at how this man had effectively crushed the last vestiges of her former identity and conditioned her to act purely as a submissive, cum-craving whore.
The man grunted loudly, Missy feeling his cock swell, throb, then erupt into her mouth, filling it quickly as he fucked her mouth like it was a pussy. All Missy could do was swallow as quickly as possible, gulping down the thick, hot semen as it was pumped into her mouth.
The man grunted and cursed as he emptied himself into her, gripping her hair tightly with one hand while the other rested on her head.
"That's it, swallow every fucking drop, whore." He hissed, a satisfied grin spreading across his face as he pulled out of her mouth, leaving her to catch her breath and wipe the excess spunk from the corners of her lips.
"Now, clean yourself up, whore. You've got company coming."
He tossed a small box of baby wipes at her, watching with a twisted sense of amusement as she quickly cleaned her lips and chin, before dabbing at the wetness between her thighs. He handed her a bag containing pink high heeled shoes, stockings, garters, crotchless panties, and half cupped bra, all pink.
"Put these on quickly, you have a, shall we say, show to perform for your Master."
The taste of cum still in her mouth, Missy did as she was told, her body knowing exactly how to put these types of clothes on. Her mannerisms had become even more feminine than earlier, dainty even.
As she stood up to leave the cage, he grabbed her roughly by the arm, yanking her close. "When your Master gets here, drop to your knees and address him as such, you filthy little cockslut. Do not speak unless spoken to and do not look him in the eye unless he permits it. Understood?" His grip on her arm tightened, making her whimper in pain.
"Yes, sir," she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. She couldn't believe this was happening to her, but she knew that she had no choice but to obey.
He nodded, satisfied with her answer, and released her arm. "Good girl. Now get moving." he said, slapping her on the ass, making it jiggle.
Missy quickly scrambled out of the cage, trying to avoid the eyes of the other women who watched her. The man clicked a leash to her collar, and she obediently followed him to a door.
He opened it, revealing a dimly lit room filled with men. They sat on plush chairs and couches, sipping from champagne glasses, their eyes raking over her with hungry gazes as she walked in. She felt shy, but the straps across her chest and the short, skimpy skirt left little to the imagination.
"Looks like we got her all dressed up for you gentlemen," the man said, leading her toward a deep, cushioned armchair.
One by one, the men stood and approached her, their intoxicating cologne and body odor overwhelming the room. She could feel her heart racing even faster as they circled around her, each reaching out to touch a different part of her body. Their hands trailed down her curves, caressing her big, round ass, and sliding up her toned legs. She bit her lip, feeling her pussy dripping at the sensation of so many hands possessing her body at once.
A few men pulled her hair, tugging on it tightly as she sank to her knees before them.
She looked up at them, her blue eyes wide and innocent, as they undid their pants and pulled out their cocks. She opened her mouth wide, eager to please them in any way she could.
The men stepped closer, groaning in pleasure as she wrapped her lips around their cocks, one after another. She sucked and licked, making sure to take them deep into her throat. They gripped her hair tighter, using her as their fucktoy, their personal whore.
She lost count of how many cocks she took into her mouth, but it didn't matter.
She was their plaything, their slut, their personal source of pleasure. And she loved every infuriatingly humiliating and degrading second of it.
The men grunted and groaned, their bodies rocking with pleasure as she sucked and slurped on their cocks. They took turns thrusting into her mouth, their hands gripping her hair tightly as they fucked her.
It wasn't long before they all came, filling her mouth with hot spurts of cum. She swallowed greedily, savoring the taste of their release as it slid down her throat.
The men patted her head and throat, commending her for her efforts before stepping away, their stiff cocks glistening with her saliva.
Missy felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her as she knelt before them, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her own pleasure. It had been hours since she had been taken and thoroughly used, and yet she couldn't help but feel an intense rush of excitement every time she thought about what she had just gone through.
She stood up, allowing the men to admire her newfound femininity.
Her curves were more pronounced, and the pink lingerie she wore was barely containing her large breasts. The men couldn't resist themselves as they reached out to touch her body, their fingers tracing the curves of her ass and hips. Missy reveled in the attention, her body begging for more.
M, still watching from his perch, stood up and walked closer to her. She could feel a shiver run through her body at the sight of him. He was a tall, thick-set man with dark hair and piercing eyes.
A faint five-o'clock shadow covered his chiseled jawline, accentuating his raw masculinity. He walked up to her, slowly unbuttoning his crisp white shirt, revealing his muscular chest and toned abs.
"I've been waiting for you, slut." He growled, wrapping his hand around her throat as he pulled her close.
Missy shuddered at the feel of his strong hand on her neck, her heart racing in her chest.
"Please, Master," she whimpered, the words rolling off her tongue as if they had always been a part of her vocabulary.
M's grip on her neck tightened, his eyes darkening with desire.
"You're mine now, slut," he growled, his other hand reaching down to rip off her lingerie, leaving her completely exposed.
Missy whimpered at the feel of his rough touch on her sensitive flesh, her body trembling with excitement and fear. She had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, but at the same time, she couldn't deny the thrill that pulsed through her.
M's hands roamed over her body, squeezing and kneading her flesh as he dominated her completely. His fingers traced the curve of her breasts, lingering on her hard, aching nipples. He tugged and twisted them, making Missy gasp and writhe as waves of pleasure coursed through her.
"You like that, don't you, whore?" He growled, his hot breath ghosting over her neck as he trailed kisses down her collarbone.
"Yes, Master," she moaned, the words slipping easily from her lips. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so alive, so free.
M's hand moved lower, tracing a path down her trembling stomach before cupping her mound. His fingers delved between her wet folds, finding her clit swollen and sensitive.
She moaned as he circled it with his thumb, teasing her until she was squirming in his grasp.
"Please, Master," she begged, her voice trembling with desire. "Please, fuck me."
He chuckled darkly, his fingers still working their magic between her legs. "Begging for it already, slut? I haven't even started yet."
She whimpered as he pulled his hand away, leaving her aching for more.
"You were right to contact me Carl. She's exactly what I've been looking for. Where did you find her?"
"Wandering the streets alone. I watched her fuck two strangers before I got my hands on her, and she quickly gave in to my commands. She's born for this life, sir. I knew you would like her. She even say's she used to be a man!" Carl laughed, "Ain't no way this used to be a man!"
M stood there looking at Missy, quivering in arousal, as she looked at the floor, and a grin crossed his face. His large hand reached between her thick thighs, and started teasing her clit again, causing the curvy girl to gasp in pleasure.
"Well, that's interesting isn't it... Whore, is this true?" M asked, a sinister glint in his eyes.
Missy nodded meekly, unable to meet his gaze. She knew how crazy it sounded, but it was true. She had been transformed into this curvy, voluptuous woman, and now she was craving cock like never before. She was M's to do with as he pleased, and she knew that she would do anything he asked of her.
M smiled wickedly, looking Missy up and down as his fingers continued to tease her aching clit.
"Interesting. So, you used to be a man?"
Missy nodded again, still not meeting his gaze. "Yes, sir."
M's fingers delved deeper inside her, his thumb rubbing her clit in small circles as she writhed and moaned in pleasure. "Well, I must say, you've been transformed into quite the little whore. I can't wait to break you in." M's voice sent shivers down Missy's spine, and she couldn't help but feel a wave of fear mixed with excitement at his words.
He continued to finger her, his fingers curling inside her in a way that made her moan loudly. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.
But before she could reach her peak, M pulled his fingers out of her and stood up, towering over her.
She could see his thick cock straining against his pants, and she unconsciously licked her lips in anticipation.
"Up on the bed, now," he ordered, and she scrambled to obey, her body trembling with desire.
Missy positioned herself on all fours, her ass pointing towards M as she waited for him to take her. She could feel the cool air of the room against her slick pussy, a constant reminder of her arousal and submission.
M stepped closer, his fingers tracing over the curve of her ass before giving it a firm slap. She whimpered softly, the sound muffled by the pillows beneath her head.
"You're so fucking wet for me, aren't you?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Missy nodded, unable to speak. She was indeed soaking wet, the anticipation of what was about to happen making her feel almost dizzy.
M chuckled and knelt behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back until she was pressed against him, her ass now grinding onto his still-clothed cock.
"Such a good little whore," he growled in her ear, his breath hot and heavy against her skin.
Missy whimpered and pushed back against him, relishing the feeling of his large hands on her hips.
M let out a menacing laugh before returning his hands to her back, causing her to arch. "I want to watch you perform with these other gentlemen before I take you." M said, caressing Missy's soft, sensitive skin, "I want you to pleasure everyone in this room, with all of your holes, whore. Do you understand me?"
Missy let out a low moan, then nodding her head, "Y..Yes Master..." she whimpers.
"You should know what men like, being a former man... " M chuckled. "Now, gentlemen, please partake in my little slave's holes, please, don't be afraid to use her up completely today. She'll recover soon enough. I just want to see how she does for future use." Missy shivered at the thought of pleasing all these men, but she knew she had no say in the matter. She was just a sex slave, a plaything for them to do as they pleased.
"Well, let's not waste any more time then." M said, taking a step back.
The men in the room began to surround her, their eyes filled with lust and hunger. Missy's heart was racing as she felt their hands on her body, touching her in ways that only her former self had ever experienced.
She felt their fingers trace the curve of her hips, rubbing her sensitive ass cheeks. One man reached down to finger her dripping wet pussy, groaning as he felt how soaked she was.
M watched with a cruel smile as the other men fondled his newest acquisition. "Fuck, she's so wet," one man exclaimed, his finger sinking deep into her pussy. Missy whimpered, her body trembling with pleasure as he started to fuck her with his fingers. She couldn't help but push back against him, wanting more.
The man's fingers were thick and rough, and they filled her up in a way she never could have imagined. She was already so wet, so slick with desire that it was almost embarrassing, but she couldn't help it.
"That's it, whore," one of the men growled, slapping her ass hard. "Take it like a good little slut."
Missy moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy as the man fingered her deeply. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body trembling with pleasure.
She could hear the sound of zippers being pulled down, and she knew that she was about to be filled in every way possible.
The man behind her pulled his fingers out of her pussy and replaced them with his cock, still slick with her juices. She felt him push inside her, filling her up completely. His thick, hard cock stretching her open in the most delicious way possible.
Missy moaned as he started to fuck her, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he drove himself deeper and deeper into her.
His cock filled her up, prying her open in a way that made her feel completely and utterly used.
But that was exactly what she wanted. She wanted to be used, to be fucked and filled and spilled in. She wanted to be a good little slut for these men, to give them exactly what they desired.
One by one, the other men approached her, their cocks in hand as they waited for their turn. She opened her mouth eagerly as the first man approached her face, his cock jutting out from his body like a weapon.
Without hesitation, she wrapped her lips around his shaft, taking it deep into her throat as she sucked and slurped feverishly.
The man groaned in pleasure, his fingers threading through her hair as he held her head in place. He face-fucked her hard, taking full advantage of her eager mouth as she gagged and coughed around him. Her spit dribbled down her chin, making a mess of her and the floor beneath her.
Missy's fat, heavy breasts swayed beneath her, her nipples grazing the sheets, as she was taken from behind and in her mouth, her moans and squeals muffled by the thick cock in her mouth, her pussy slurping loudly as the other man fucked her steadily, his fat balls slapping her pussy wetly. Her juices were running down her thighs as she was filled from both ends.
The man in front of her, whose name she learned was Greg, continued to facefuck her while the man behind her grunted and thrust deeper into her already stretched pussy. Missy's eyes teared up as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She didn't even try to hold back her moans and gasps of pleasure, letting the raw, primal sounds out as she felt herself climaxing.
Her body shook violently as orgasmic waves washed over her.
She felt a primal urge to scream and cry, but the man behind her only fucked her harder as Greg's cock in her mouth gagged her moans to soft whimpers.
Missy had never felt pleasure like this before as a man, the kind that made her feel like she was losing her mind. She didn't know how much more she could take of this overwhelming pleasure, but still, the men kept going.
As she felt the man behind her come inside her, his cock throbbing, she could feel his warm semen filling her up as it pulsed over and over into her sopping wet pussy.
He groaned in pleasure as he emptied his balls into her, his fingers digging into the meaty flesh of her ass cheeks, squeezing and spreading her apart as he did so, her juices dripping steadily from her swollen, well-fucked hole.
Greg pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop, his cock glistening with her saliva. With a grunt, he aimed his cock at her face and spurted his hot load all over her cheeks, nose and mouth.
Missy moaned as the thick, hot cum splattered her face, blinding her momentarily. She stuck out her tongue and caught some of the cum trickling down her chin, swallowing it down eagerly. She heard Greg curse as he emptied himself onto her, moan loudly and then step away. She remained on her knees, her lips parted in anticipation while their other friends took their place in front of her face.
The next man stepped up and presented his hard cock to her lips, and Missy eagerly started sucking and licking it eagerly.
The man behind her pulled his cock out, and she felt his thick cum run down her thighs. The next man knelt behind her, slapping her ass hard, causing her to squeal around the cock in her mouth, her eyes wide as the pain went straight to her clit, and felt his cock start sliding into deep into her.
He filled her, stretching her further than she had been before. She was so full of cock she couldn't think straight. Her mind was just waves of pleasure, of slapping flesh, hard groaning men and gasps for air as her mouth and pussy were both occupied.
The man in front of her held her head still as he fucked her face, his hips smacking into her with each thrust. She could feel his balls slapping against her chin while the man behind her gripped her hips tightly, slapping against her ass as he fucked her.
The pain was a delicious kind of hurt, one that sent shivers of pleasure rocketing through her body, fueling her desire for more.
Missy's tits bounced and swayed with each thrust, her nipples rock-hard and straining for attention, as the men took turns using her.
Time lost all meaning as the scene unfolded. Sweat ran down her face as her blowjob skills improved with each cock she serviced.
It was almost instinctual for her to know what each man wanted, as she could feel the slight twitches in each of their hard dicks. She felt hands gripping her hair tightly as they used her mouth for their pleasure, and cum kept filling her mouth and rolling down her chin, sticky and warm.
There was one man who caught her eye, though, a tall, muscular man named Jack. His presence commanded attention, and Missy found herself eagerly awaiting her turn with him.
Finally, Jack stepped up to her, his thick cock jutting out from his body like a weapon. He had a wicked gleam in his eyes as he approached her, and Missy's pussy clenched in anticipation.
"Open wide, whore." He growled, slapping her face hard with his cock.
Missy whimpered as she obliged, opening her mouth wide and allowing him to slide his cock deep into her throat.
He groaned with pleasure as she gagged and choked on his thick shaft, her eyes watering as he thrust in and out of her mouth.
"Oh, yeah, just like that." Jack growled, grabbing a fistful of her blonde hair and using it to fuck her face with long, deep strokes.
Missy's mind was spinning as she struggled to breathe, but at the same time, she couldn't deny the thrill of being used so roughly. She had never felt so small and helpless before, and the sensation was intoxicating.
She was nothing more than a fucktoy for these men, a vessel to be filled with their cum and discarded when they were finished. And with shame, she found she loved every fucking second of it. Shame that seemed to fuel her arousal!
Jack's cock was huge, stretching her mouth wide as he fucked her face mercilessly. She could feel the pressure building in her throat as he pushed deeper and deeper, her eyes watering as she struggled to breathe. But she didn't resist, instead, she relaxed her throat and welcomed his cock, allowing him to use her as he pleased.
She moaned around his shaft, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly as he fucked her face.
The other men continued to use her, their cocks slamming in and out of her pussy and mouth as she took them all without complaint. She had become their personal cum dumpster, their whore, their toy to use as they saw fit.
And she loved it.
The pleasure was intense, addicting and completely consuming. Every moan and gasp that left her lips only served to fuel her arousal further.