"All your's now boys. . ."
I remembered that our every move had been watched through the two-way mirrors. And outside was a group of horny guys all wanting to get their rocks off - using me. In a matter of seconds my room was filled with men all undoing their shirts and pulling down their pants.
My whole body was glistening with piss, but that didn't seem to distract them, and within seconds they had climbed on top of me. I have no idea how they all fitted, but cocks came at me from every direction - forced into my mouth, squeezed between my tits, pushed into my cunt and rubbed against my legs. Nobody was pleasing me, and I still yearned to release the cum that was throbbing in my balls. All of body was being groped, but not careful or skillfully enough to make me cum without touching my dick. I couldn't move under the weight of bodies, and the only active part I could play in this group fuck of me was with my mouth.
Cocks came and went, literally. I had barely closed my lips around the head of the first before he came in my mouth, jets of cum striking my tongue and throat.He withdrew, dripping more cum onto my face, and I swallowed quickly. I could barely draw breath before another cock was plunged deep into my mouth, hands on my head forcing it deeper. Then it was pulled out, and I sucked and licked his balls instead, running my tongue up and down his shaft. And so it continued, I lost track of the number of men who fucked my face and cunt. Someone untied my right hand, but long before I could bring it towards myself my wrist was clasped and I was wanking another man's member, not my own. Just as a spray of cum showered my right arm, my left was untied and the process repeated. My cunt was beginning to ache, as was my mouth, and yet these men were insatiable. I hadn't realized how good a man must be to actually give a woman an orgasm via her clitoris during fucking, and I longed for a single hand on MY cock. . .
My legs were untied and I felt them being lifted into the air, twisting my back at a painful angle. It didn't take me long to realize why - I felt yet another man between me and sheets and in seconds entrance to my ass was forced. Even with the painkiller, it sent a shot of agony through my body, making me tense and jump. This just made a fresh wave of jizz explode onto and into me. I was being gang fucked by six cocks at a time; mouth, tits, both hands, cunt and ass. And still they came. . .
I must have serviced each man two or three times, and my whole body was white with semen - the smell was unbelievable. Blast after blast of the hot sticky fluid was striking my hair, face, chest, stomach, arms, legs, not to mention load after load released into my cunt and ass. Semen was squeezed out my holes with every thrust, too full to take any more. When I got the occasional glance up at the ceiling mirror, I looked like those Japanese bukkake girls, drowning in male juice. I must have swallowed an amazing amount of the stuff too. . .
But, wonderfully, the combined fucking of cunt and ass, extremely painful though it was, stimulated me enough. . . after hours of being abused and forced, I finally added my own cum to the pool on my body - the Basque and stockings were completely soaked with piss and cum and utterly ruined.
Finally, I got a chance to relax. . . the guys had all had their fill of my body and were exhausted - many were taking photo's or videos of my creamy body. My arms and legs were free but I had no will to fight or move, and simply lay there, being observed.
"Shall we confirm her as our whore too?" one of the guys suggested.
I knew exactly what was coming, but didn't move a muscle to prevent it - I simply couldn't have. Surrounded by men standing above me on the bed, others filming or snapping with cameras, I simply tried to swallow as little as I could of the golden showers. One man knelt over my head and held my nose until I opened my mouth. . . putting his dick in my mouth before emptying his bladder. It was hot, salty and foul, but he made sure I swallowed. . .
*****
It's difficult to describe how I looked once the room was empty. Piss mixing with cum dripping from my hair and body, abused and used by goodness knows how many men. I hadn't slept with half as many women in my entire life, and I'd never been into watersports. And now, having been turned upside down, altered physically, virtually gang raped, abused, pissed on and facing nothing other than a future of the same - I should have felt disgusted and despairing. But I didn't. . . I just felt solidly horny. The cum was still covering my body, I was damp with other men's urine, and it had all been filmed, and yet, somehow, I wanted more. My cock was pointing up erect and firm and I was staring at my reflection in the ceiling mirror again. I was a shemale. I was a chick with a dick. And I loved it.
*****
It's amazing how quickly you get used to living your life being watched. I'd seen Big Brother plenty of times, and never even dreamed of applying, but this was different. For the first few days I was incredibly bored and self-conscious, I knew my every action was being watched and scrutinized and I didn't actually have anything to do - beside admire myself in the mirror. It took a lot of get used to using the toilet knowing you were being watched!
I had time to explore my new body and consider what situation I was in. The range of clothes I did have told me my initial guess had been spot on, I had a typical hourglass figure with 36DD boobs. Also, my body remained completely hairless, not a hint of growth on my face, legs or anywhere. That must have been part of the surgery, or maybe the tablets. The pain was less, but I still needed the medication. It was changing, the tablet sizes and colours were different, so obviously they wanted different things from me, but two always remained the same and by experimenting with the timing of taking each, I learnt what they were for.
The small round tablet, like any normal paracetamol, was amazing. If you could have bought this painkiller over the counter, you'd never consider anything else again. About half an hour after taking it, I was pain free and ready for anything. . . which was good, considering the long red caplet was the one designed to boost my sex drive. I was given one of those with every painkiller, about two or three times a day, and without fail an hour or so later, I had a client.
After the first day, things had calmed down a bit. Every-so-often Gricus would come over and have me tied up. He liked a bit of variety; I could be tied up in an ingenious number of positions and places, I just got used to it. The idea was always the same, he never touched my cock, only used my cunt and mouth and had to drench me afterwards. I don't think I was really for his pleasure, I think I was there to earn him some money, or at least repay my debts. He had explained it to me one time while fucking my face hard; upside down as I hung from the hoops on the ceiling. He liked it that way, the upward curve of his dick fitted better. . .
"You owe me a lot, Jennifer"
He dug his fingers into my breast painfully because I wasn't sucking deep enough.
"The initial debt is nothing now. . . oh. . . mmmmm. . . that's better. But just to pay for your upkeep I have to get in hundreds of pounds a day, and then there's paying off the surgeons, the backlog before you could work. . . "
My cock swung just inches from his face, but whereas many men reciprocated the cocksucking, he did not. My arms were tightly bound behind my back and connected to a longer chain from the ceiling, so I couldn't please myself either.
"I'm going to have to rent you out"
My heart jumped. . .partly fear, partly excitement
"There's a number of people interested. . . "
My mind raced through some of the men I had seen in the last few days, which of them might be interested in my services. . . more of my services. . . My performance suffered because I let distraction cloud my concentration. I swift smack between my spread legs brought me back, making my cunt and balls sting.
"Enough of this. . . worthless cum-sucker"
Grabbing my head and using me like a toy, he rammed hard and fast between my lips until he came, pulling out at the last second to spray his cum on my hanging tits. Despite being upside down, they kept their shape well. . . He must have been very distracted, because he left after that without the usual finish.
Things were going to change! I needed a bit of variety. . . I pondered what might happen, still hanging upside down, the semen running over my face and forehead. The vulture descended soon though. The vulture was my pet name for one of my regulars. I didn't really understand what went on our there, but I felt that I was being observed and filmed all the time, and maybe broadcast? Certain guys had to pay to fuck me, but I felt the crew, the staff, could have me at certain times for free - all the guys who had raped me at the very start. The vulture was one of those, and he always came after someone else, to feed on the aftermath - hence the name.
Crouching down, he started licking Gricus's cum from my face, pulling his cock as he did, poking out of his flies. He was an ugly fucker, and never said a word, but he nearly always got me off - so he had some advantages. Once my face was clean, he stood up again and we 69'd. He wasn't as demanding as Carl, and all the while I was thinking. . . rented out. . . out? did that mean I could leave? And what would I do, it can't be more of the same. . . I kept wondering about it until I felt the cum rising in my balls. This was the most distracted I had been from fucking since I got here - maybe it was the blood rushing to my brain. I fed the vulture seconds before he fed me, and he took his own load back before letting me down and leaving. That night I didn't dream of the gang-bang, I dreamt of my old life, being outside. . .
*****
Prior to all this, I had a pretty successful career. Nothing too fancy, nothing too well paid, just a bit of buying and selling, keeping things ticking over enough to have a boring but safe life. I was (am?) married, but we didn't have any kids, hardly had enough sex to make it a possibility. My wife and I hadn't slept together before we got married - both of us believed this was the correct and noble thing to do. But I had a serious porn and masturbation addiction, I pulled myself off at least twice a day, and I had hoped that being able to actually fuck would help to cure it. But she only wanted sex about once a month. . . if that. Which left 59 times I had to take things into my own hands.
I don't really know when the gambling had started. I guess I was just bored. It started small, a few bets online, a few games of poker, then gradually it grew and grew. When I wasn't earning money I was wasting it on poker or porn. One night at a friends, I lost big, and couldn't pay the debts. It was small money really, only a couple of hundred pounds (about 400 dollars to you US people), but it was serious at the time. As a forfeit, my host made me dress up in his wife's underwear and took photos - which he sold to a magazine. Between the humiliation and the payment from the magazine, he called it quits. You might have thought that would have cured me of gambling, but instead it gave me a feel for sexy lingerie. The bra and pants felt so smooth and soft, and the stockings. . mmmmm! Now I wasted my money on gambling and clothes! My wife was a similar size to me, so I simply bought her lots and lots of underwear. She didn't take too kindly, but fuck her, it wasn't for her.
Anyway, I was up to eyeballs in debt by now, and that's when I met Carl Gricus, bookmaker and loan shark. He bailed me out of my other debts but boy, did I pay through the nose. And when he suggested poker, I was a grade A sucker. By the time I'd played a few evenings, I was over 20,000 in arrears. Gricus told me it was time to pay up or pay the price, but I pleaded for one last chance to win it back, a massive stakes game, and even when 20 grand went on the table, I only had one thing to call him with. . . and the rest is history.
*****
I didn't have to wait too long to find out where and to whom I was to be rented. Gricus had a friend who ran a top class private hospital - it was where he got the surgeons from - and the high paying clients wanted extra special treatment of the less medical kind.
One morning I was woken up by four of the burly crew pinning down my arms and legs. It had been a while since a force group fucking so I expected my time had come again, but that wasn't on their minds for once. I sleep in the nude, partly because I've always done so, partly because they didn't provide me with any night clothes. Held down face up, with the covers ripped off, my entire body was exposed.
A lab coated doctor with a syringe stood at the side of the bed, the swelling in his pants obvious. Behind him stood an older man in a suit, Miles, Gricus's right hand man - sharp ass lawyer too.
"Do you think it'll work?" he asked.
"No reason why not. . ." the doctor replied, bending over my prone body, syringe poised. Spreading his hand over my breast, with obvious pleasure, he lifted it and inserted the needle underneath. I hadn't had my painkillers yet, and it was a very sharp prick( - just like Miles really). I felt the fluid squeezed into my flesh, I had no idea what it would do, surely they didn't want them bigger?!
The process was repeated on the other side, again the doctor had a good fondle. He turned to Miles.
"Do you think Carl would mind if I. . . ?"
Miles smiled. "Not at all."
The flies were unzipped and doctor climbed on top of me, rubbing his cock between my now very tender tits. It almost felt like something was moving inside them, a horrible, horrible sensation. They were pummeled and squeezed harder, nipples pinched and rubbed as his cock bounced off my chin. Ordinarily the "horny pills" would have made me open wide and lick the tip as it came, but it was too early and the feeling in my breasts was so distracting.
"Will it take long?" Miles asked, just out of my sight behind the panting doc.
"Nearly. . . there. . . "
"No, you cunt! The injections!"
There was no reply. . . my tits were dropped, hair was grabbed and a blast of cum painted my face. The first shot left a sticky rope from forehead to chin, the second was directed at my lips. With his hands firmly on my cheeks, my head was lifted and the remaining cum was spilt into my mouth, forced open by a still hard cock.
"Oh. . . " gathering his composure, "a couple of days. Try them on Thursday"
It wasn't long before the four thugs were fucking me too, still without painkillers. I sucked and wanked two while one took my ass from behind and the last sucked me off. My ass was used to be used now, so I coped, but I still wasn't used to having to clean his cock afterwards, and all four came in pussy in quick time. . . filling it with their juice then licking it out till I came again, squirting onto my own boobs.
*****
Thursday came and I woke to the doctor and Miles again.
"Here to try whatever you said you were going to?" I asked. My chest had been tender ever since, and my nipples were tingling.
Miles approached and stood in front of me as I sat at the edge of the bed. Unlike normal, there were no clothes either in my wardrobe or laid out for me. but I was pretty used to being naked by now. Miles was one of the few people that hadn't fucked me, and as he reached forward with his left hand, I noticed the gold band on his ring finger. He clamped around my left nipple painfully with his thumb and forefinger. I called out in pain as he tightened his grip, then looked on in horror as the white milk slowly trickled down my breast.
"How the fuck?!" I exclaimed.
Miles gave me a half-sided smile.
"Your breasts ARE natural - not implants. They came from an unfortunate woman, involved in a, ahem, messy, divorce. Dr Bennett assured me he could make them work, and it seems he was right"
Dr Bennett looked on smugly. Miles wiped the breast milk up with his finger and put it in his mouth. "Tastes about right too"
He turned to the far mirror and said "Right guys, she's good to go". A couple of the crew entered and took me by each hand, leading me out of the room for the first time since the operation. Just as I was leaving I heard Miles call after me. . .
"You can be milked at both ends now!"
*****
Even watching Big Brother hadn't prepared me for what I saw outside the cell. Cameras, mics, editing suites, it was a whole business based around watching me. I could see various screen, all showing me being shagged from different angles and positions, views of my body I'd not seen: close ups of my cock and twat as I was bending over, fucked up the ass; cum squirting over my eyelids as I hung upside down; my breasts being manhandled by a horny bloke as I rocked my head back and forth in a sloppy blowjob. Pinned up on the wall, just noticed as I was leaving with a huge glossy poster. It was from the first night, I lay on the bed literally caked in semen as the guys stood around me on the bed - the pissing just started, but not enough to clean off their cum. "Bukkake Bitch" was emblazoned across the top in huge red letters, "Shemale sucks, fucks and blasted with CUM!" underneath, and "Available on DVD NOW!" at the bottom. . .
I was straight outside once through the door, still naked, and before my eyes could adapt to the sun, I was thrown into the back of van. I just about steadied myself before the van pulled away and I collapsed to the floor again. There was very little light, and I scrambled around until I found somewhere to sit; one of the wheel arches. Perhaps leaving my cell wasn't such a great thing afterall. . .
About ten minutes into the journey I had settled down and found a sealed plastic bag just inside the doors. I didn't remember seeing it earlier, but it must have been there. It had my name on it, well, Jennifer, so I decided that it was obviously meant for me to open. Inside was a small folder, some clothes, a bottle of pills (thank God!) and a bottle of water. Quickly I took a couple of the pills, the bottle was divided down the middle, I had one of each. Maybe there was something in them to make me addicted?
Then I examined the clothes, I was still naked and it was bloody freezing in the back of the van, my nipples could have cut glass. There were two identical uniform sets, with lingerie. Black knickers, garter belt, stockings and bra and a very skimpy nurse uniform. I put one set on, it fitted perfect, as my clothes always did, the low cut top showing a mass of cleavage and the short skirt just not quite long enough to hide the stocking tops. Typical dirty old man's nurse outfit, complete with a little hat with a red cross.
O.k.. . . I mused, I knew fuck all about medicine, but I doubted that was what I was there for. . . I opened the folder. There was only one sheet of paper inside, contain a job description and CV. I read through it. . .
Name: Nurse Extra D.O.B: 17th Feb. 1985
Well, they'd cut a hell of a lot off my age, but I could pass for 19 now.
Services provided: General comfort of patients.
Uh-huh. . . I read on, it was pretty obvious what they wanted.
*****
The trip took about another hour, but eventually I was bundled out the van outside a large modern looking hospital. The goons led me straight away up to the top floor, which I managed to catch from the notice board was "special patient recovery". The worrying thing was, although the rest of hospital and patients looked pretty normal I guess (I usually tried to avoid hospitals, so I'm judging my ER standards here!), no one really seemed to notice me - I would have expected to turn a head or two. . .
As soon as the lift doors opened on the top floor it was clear why though. . . All the nurses were dressed like me. There was a reception desk straight ahead, and I deposited there in front of a grumpy, but gorgeous, matron. Looking around, I saw there were at least four wards, each containing a series of what looked like private rooms. The matron barked an order and I instantly stopped my glancing around.
"Right! Nurse Extra eh?! Hmmmm" She frowned.
"Let me guess, " she continued "you can do fuck all nursing?"
I nodded, she sighed.
"O.k. . . . follow Nurse Jones on her rounds today. JONES!"
A particularly attractive young blonde came running over.
"Jones, this is the unusually named Extra. She, as you all seem to be when you get here, is a complete novice. Take her under your wing for a week or two, show her round. But I shall expect double work, not just your usual lazy shite."
Nurse Jones nodded, and I followed her as we walked towards the furthest ward from the shouting matron. I had hundreds of questions, but she seemed as talkative to me as she had been to nurse bossy. We moved from room to room, men and women, none looking particularly ill, in giant rooms with double beds and widescreen TV's. As we made their beds up, every single one groped our tits and asses. At first I jumped, but Jones seemed almost a zombie to it. . . There were countless lewd comments and plenty of suggestions. . .
One question burned in my mind. . . was Jones a shemale too? Eventually, between rooms, I decide it was time to try another questions.
"Are you all woman?" I asked, phrasing it in such a bizarre way.
Jones looked at me blankly. . . raising an eyebrow.
"Do I look like a fucking man?"
"No. . . " I replied "but. . . "
"Oh fuck off." Discussion over.
The next room contained a middle aged man in a large reclining chair. He smiled up at us, and commented we were late. Jones ignored him and got with making his bed. Once we'd finished, he coughed politely.
"Time for my medicine I think. . . " his voice was low and had a certain growl. Jones picked up his chart from the end of the bed and sighed. Without a single word, she dropped the chart back on the bed and hitched her skirt up, revealing smooth tight panties - she was all woman afterall. Walking round to face our patient, she dropped to her knees and undid his flies. . . within seconds she was giving head. I just stood, amazed, and watched. Our patient coughed again and pointed to the chart, nodding too. I picked it up and scanned for the section on medication. . . Blowjob, twice a day, swallow. And beneath that. . . breastmilk, fresh, twice a day. . . I felt his hand through the bra and uniform, gently squeezing at my breast.
"Come to papa. . ."
This was going to be one hell of a job. . .