Message-ID: <19498eli$9901310428@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Ted E. Bear" Subject: The Girl (TG, NC, forced prostitution, minimal explicit sex) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <36B5DAE8.3E3A0F0B@elink.net> Ted E. Bear REPOST The following story is posted for the entertainment of adults. If you are below the age of eighteen or are otherwise forbidden to read electronic erotic fiction in your locality, please delete this message now. The story codes in the subject line are intended to inform readers of possible areas that some might find distasteful, but neither the poster nor the author make any guarantee. 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You may download and keep copies for your personal use as long as the author's byline and e-mail address and this paragraph remain on the copies. Posting to newsgroups or on websites is permitted as long as no money is charged for access. **************************************** THE GIRL by: sissy property of Mistress As a reporter for a major metropolitan newspaper, I hear all kinds of stories. Some are cold hard fact, some are pure fairy tales and alot are in between. But this one? I think I'll let you decide. For security reasons I can not give real names and places. A few days ago, a young woman sat at my desk here at the paper. She was 5'2", about 120 pounds, blue doe eyes and long fiery red hair. The short black sheath dress did nothing to hide her long tapered legs and 36" hips. Or her narrow 20" waist or 38C chest. She began to tell her story. "Several years ago I went to work as an accountant at a large well known midwest company. It took me a couple years, but figured out that this company was owned by the mob. Two years ago, I testified in court. Several contracts were put out on me. The government put me in the witness protection program. I was taken to a secret research center out west. When we got there I was locked up in a room with my case officer. 'The best way to disguise you is to make you over into something they don't expect. They wouldn't be looking for a woman.' That's correct, I use to be a 6' tall middle aged man. He then told me how it would be done. 'We will not use surgery as that will only change your sex. What we'll do is a complete transformation. And that's why you're here. This facility is doing space research. Last year they made a very interesting discovery. While trying to develop a teleporter, they made a device that transforms things or people. We will use this device to transform you into a female. At some later date we can change you back, if you want and if it's safe.' We spent the next several days planning my new look and background. We decided to create a 5'4" 115 pound blue eye blonde about 25 years of age. My figure was to be 36", 24" 36B. I was to go to law school. When it was time I was sedated, laid on a hospital gurney and place in the machine. When I came to I was strapped down on a hospital bed. I spent the next several days in a semi coma while earphones fed me a new subconscience. When I finally regained full conscienceness my nurse showed me the new me. It wasn't what we had decided on. I was what you see here, an 18 year old fucking machine. 1 My two nurses spent the next 2 months training in all the things a woman needs to know. They also turned me into a lesbian slave. The last night there they tied my hands to the headboard and then tied my ankles over my head. After they left the doctor came in and took my virginity. Before He left he made me taste my virgin blood. The nurses took me home and I spent the next six months as their little bitch. One day a biker dyke broke into the house and one of the things she burglured was me. Over the next couple months she used me. She made me hook and I was used as partial payment for drugs. Then she wanted to become a dealer. So I was given to the supplier as partial payment for the drugs. And he gave me to his boss. It was the mobster I had testified against. I was terrified. I was so scared I couldn't put out. So he gave me to one of his black pimps and I was put to work. The pimp's territory was the docks, so most of my customers were truckers, dock workers, sailors, etc. Mostly blowjobs and sucky-fucky. A few arrests for positution. A night in the hooker tank is nothing but nonstop lesbian sex. I was slapped around once or twice. A few months go by and a dark Mercedes stops next to me and two large hoods pull me into the car. I am taken to an office. The mobster is there. He tells me that the pimp has given good reports about me and he needs a new secretary. He will put me up in an apartment and there will be additional duties. During the day, I work in the office. I take his dictation on my knees. After work I am taken to the apartment (I don't call it mine because he is very blunt about saying that I and it are HIS) and locked in. In the evening he usually uses me. Sometimes he loans me out to a fellow mobster. When it's late he goes home to his wife. Why don't I leave? Well I am locked in until he picks me up in the morning. At work I am watched all day. I managed to get out today because he was busy and when everyone left for lunch, I walked out. Please help me I'm scared." Before she could go any further or I could do anything, two thugs walked in, punched me around a little and carried her off. Over the last few days, I have checked the morgue and didn't find her. So she's still alive, I think. As for her story. I believe it. 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