Date: Fri, 12 Mar 2010 00:45:57 -0500
From: Mikhayla Cumme <mikhayla.cumme@gmail.com>
Subject: TG - Bambii's New World

Bambii's new world

By Mikhayla Cumme

My mind was racing the whole time. I couldn't believe where I ended up. But
the sensations were running through my body.

A 9-inch cock was ramming my boy pussy as hard as it could. Another cock,
at least 10 inches, was being forced down my throat as his hands wrapped
around my head, forcing me to deep-throat his amazing piece of man meat.

Once he allowed my mouth to come free -- even for a mere second -- I found
myself going crazy.

"Oh my god, fuck me harder! Make me your little sissy bitch and fuck me!
Fuck me! Oh give me that cock in my mouth. I need more cock!"

That I had ended up in this situation -- a common street-hooking whore,
looking for as much cock as I could for cheap prices was amazing
enough. That I was doing it to make sure my pimp got money for turning me
into this slut is a different story.

"Oh man, I'm going to cum, baby... you want this deep inside your faggot
pussy?" yelled the one john who was fucking my boy pussy.

"Cum in me baby... I want to be your cum bucket!" I shouted as my voice
bounced off the walls of the cheap motel that was costing these johns about
$15 an hour.

<splat!>

Cum came squirting out of his cock and deep into my boy pussy. He had at
least 10 good pumps full of cum and the liquid pleasure came leaking out of
my ass and slowly down over my small balls. The second john, without
warning, grabbed my head and forced his cock deep into my throat as he
unleashed his seed, filling my mouth and forcing me to swallow all of it.

Moments later, after using my panties and bra to clean the rest of their
cocks off and throwing the used clothing back at me, they dropped $10 each
on the table and left.

As I sat there, filled with cum and knowing that $20 would be handed over
to my pimp -- and that I would be lucky to get a full meal that day, I
wondered how I got to this point. What started out as a fun time to explore
a fantasy turned in to reality. In the end, it turned me into a
cum-guzzling little tramp. One who knew where she came from, and one who
knew where she was going -- deeper and deeper into the world of being a
whore. Owned by a pimp who had me made into the slut he so desired. And one
who would make sure that I would pay back every dollar he put into making
me this whore.

Before the next johns show up -- or before I have to walk the streets
looking to make a few more bucks, let me rewind and explain how this all
became what I am.

--- Fantasy becomes reality

A year ago, I was sitting on my computer. I started checking out some porn
and came across some shemales and trans-gendered people. The photographs of
hot chicks with throbbing cocks surprisingly excited me. My dick, though
small, got hard quickly and I was soon jerking off.

At first, I'd cum in a napkin or something else. Soon, I was cumming in my
hand and rubbing the goo all over my face and body. From there, I'd
position myself so I could give myself a facial. I'd also shoot it directly
into my mouth to get the feel of having a man's juice trickle down my
throat.

This took all of a couple of weeks. I wanted to experience what these
chicks with dicks were experiencing. I wanted to be one of them. Of course,
it was fantasy. But I signed up on a few alternative sex websites thinking
maybe I could meet someone who would help me dress up and allow me to live
out a fantasy, even if just for one night.

I posted what I was looking to do, with not many details. I also left a
photo of my naked body (Before getting to where I am now, I was quite
feminine. I stood about 5-foot-6 and weighed maybe 135-140). My cock was
quite small, being maybe an inch and a half soft and getting to around
4-1/2 to 5 inches hard. I've had girls tell me that their vibrators were
bigger than my cock.

Within a day, I had many e-mails telling me that they'd love to help me
with my fantasy. One stood out. A black guy names James told me he had a
closet full of slutty women's clothes I could wear.

He also said he had a transsexual friend who could come over, help me look
like a whore and they could then double-team me to put my fantasy into a
new level. He sent a photo as well -- his body was incredible and it was
mixed by this low-hanging cock that had to be 7 or 8 inches long -- SOFT!
His balls were big and hanging and I found myself getting hard just looking
at the photo.

I e-mailed him back to tell him I'm a novice and a little scared and he got
back to me saying not to worry -- he'd take care of me.

Little did I know at the time what that meant.

That night, he picked me up. As I slid into his pimped-out car -- a black
BMW with dark tinted windows, he told me to get in the back seat. I did as
I was told and was sitting next to a stunning woman. She was beautiful, but
wearing a lot of makeup and slutty clothes. Her tits were at least 40 DD,
if not bigger. She had long nails and she eased them along my neck and said
hello... she then reached across and deeply kissed me and I was instantly
hard.

James chuckled in the front seat as he pulled away from the curb. The lady
in the back proceeded to unbutton my pants and give me a blow job... but
that didn't last long. I quickly blew my load deep in her mouth and she
then proceeded to kiss me, snowballing me with my own load of cum. As I was
trying to figure out what just happened, she snapped something on my cock
-- a sheath and snapped it around my balls.

"Welcome to your new life," James yelled from the front. "You wanted to be
a cum-guzzling slut, you got it."

Shocked at what was going on, I didn't put up a fight. The girl in the back
quickly stripped me of all my male clothes and strapped on a bra. She left
my bottom half naked, but she quickly went to work on me. She pulled out a
ball gag and strapped it to my head. She then forced me over her lap and
inserted an anal plug and strapped it around my waist to keep it in
place. While doing that, she handcuffed my hands behind my back and then
pushed me back into my seat.

Though I was scared, I was also aroused. What was going on? I was living a
fantasy, but wondered how far things would go.

--- New life

I was brought into a bedroom at a house on the wrong side of town. It
wasn't a nice place, by any means, but it was everything that my
soon-to-be-pimp needed.

I was placed on a bed.

"You wanted to be a cum-guzzling whore? Welcome to your new life. When
we're done with you, you're going to look like a slut -- big tits,
cock-sucking lips, an inviting ass and everything else. And I'm going to
pay for it all."

My eyes widened and my mind raced. Tits? Cock-sucking lips? Paying for
things?

"You'll also be branded with some beautiful tattoos, but it's also to show
who owns you. See, pimps around here have ways of knowing whose whore is
whose. And you'll be mine. I'm going to pay for everything you need --
clothes, food, makeup, sex supplies, your new tits and anything else ..."

I was still confused. I couldn't get hard, either, even though I was quite
aroused -- my cock was all penned up in the sheath.

"And in the end, you can buy yourself out of being this slut or in my
control. But you'll have to find a way to get a lot of money because all
your slut money goes to me and the money I shell out for you collects a lot
of interest and you have to pay it all back -- or you're mine until I tell
you otherwise. Understand?"

When he said "Understand" he gave me a glare... one where I knew I was
stuck. So I just shook my head in agreement.

The girl then came over and pulled me to some sort of bench where I was
placed on it... my ass was in the air, as my body laid prone and looking
ahead. I then noticed that she had a cock and it was getting hard.

My new pimp had pulled his pants off and he had a monster cock and it, too,
was getting hard. Within seconds my ball gag was removed and his cock was
going in and out of my mouth -- deep into my throat. The anal plug was also
pulled and soon he was behind me fucking me hard as the transsexual had her
cock in my mouth.

I also realized I liked what was happening. I was moaning. Begging for the
cocks. My pimp came in my ass and my new mistress came in my mouth. That
was the last I remembered as I soon passed out in pleasure.

When I woke up ... thinks were different. I was strapped to a bed. I looked
down and I had monster tits. My mouth felt odd and puffy. I couldn't speak
well. I just sat back not knowing what was going on. I passed out again.

The next time I woke up, my pimp and mistress were waiting for me.

"Hey slut, welcome back. You need to start getting back to normal as you
have money to make."

I still couldn't speak.

"Your voice will come back soon enough. For now, just listen to me."

I just stared ahead.

"You'll notice those beautiful tits -- 44 FFF. Yeah, they are monsters. I
wanted a shemale cum whore with big tits. Johns love that. I've also had
your Adam's apple removed and your voice box has been messed with, so
you'll sound like a darling little whore. On top of that, your lips are
nice and puffy now, all better to wrap around cocks.

"We also had some art put on you... your new name is Bambii. The tramp
stamp on your lower back is your new name -- the two "Is" are in the shape
of cocks and the dots on the top are drops of cum. You also have a picture
of two cocks exploding over your belly button -- that's the mark to show
you belong to me.

"You might not be able to feel it all year, but you tongue, nose, eyebrow,
ears and lip are all pierced. So are your tits and belly button.  I was
shocked. But they brought in a mirror and I got a stare at myself. My
eyebrows were gone and drawn in. My makeup was caked on -- bright blue eye
shadow, a lot of mascara, long eye lashes, a lot of rouge and bright-red
lipstick. My tits were huge and perky. My cock was still sheathed and I was
told it would stay that way for a while. I saw the tattoos -- they were
immaculate. The piercings looked perfect. I looked around a little and on
the nearby table was the outfit I was apparently wearing out of wherever I
was that day:

Fishnet stockings, a garter belt, thigh-high high heels (looked like 5-6
inches), a mini skirt that didn't look like it would cover my ass, a tight
bra and a shirt that no way would go beyond my belly. I also saw a collar
and chain and figured I'd be led out of here on a leash.

"So you know, all of this work, your clothes back at the house and all your
makeup and supplies cost me more than $25,000 -- which means to become
free, you need to repay that. But, as I said, it's high interest -- 25
percent compounded daily. So if you want out, you need to find a way to
raise money or you are going to be looking at a debt of a $100,000 or more
in a quick enough time."

I was shocked.

My life had been determined for me. I was a slut and there was nothing I
could do about it.

My pimp and mistress left me sitting there. The doctor who made me look as
I was apparently was getting the first go as he came in and got
undressed. It all seemed natural for me to get on my knees and make love to
his cock with my mouth. Almost as an expert, I licked the shaft up and
down... staring up at him as I worked his dick over. I licked his balls and
sucked on them a little as I took one long lick up his cock and took the
head into my mouth. I deep throated his 9-inch cock as I sucked away, like
a greedy little whore.

Within minutes, he grabbed my head and shot his load deep into my mouth. I
swallowed it all down like a greedy slut, following up by licking his cock
clean.

He then smiled as he pulled me up and bent me over the bed and spread my
ass wide. He teased me by poking his cock head near my tender boy-pussy
hole. I moaned a little and realized my voice was coming to... it was then
that I heard my voice for the first time as I crackled...

"Fuck me! Please fuck me! Ram your cock into my hole!"

The doctor complied -- fucking me hard and fast. I was moaning, groaning
and begging. I was in heaven, or so it seemed. A little while later, I felt
hot cum going deep into my boy pussy as I screamed in ecstasy. My cock felt
like it wanted to explode but that sheath wouldn't allow it.

He just laughed at me. He knew I wanted to cum. But he controlled all at
that moment.

My life had been changed.

I was now a cum-whore.

-- to be continued --