Date: Mon, 12 Dec 2005 10:24:30 -0800 (PST)
From: AfroerotiK <fantasies@afroerotik.com>
Subject: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (Transgendered)

One of the real joys of the holiday season is how the kink community
comes together to celebrate.  It seems that everyone is allowed to let their hair
down that much more, to party like pagans, and to lose him or herself to pure
hedonistic pleasure.  This holiday season, the Houston kink community was
coming together not only to celebrate in grand style, to say goodbye to '05 and
usher in a brand spanking new year, literally and figuratively, but also to raise
funds for those in their BDSM family that were displaced by Hurricane Katrina.
Meaning, quite bluntly, insurance companies left many Black Dominas from
Crescent City to fend for themselves when it came to replacing many of their
custom built pieces of furniture, equipment, and paraphernalia while their white
counterparts got a check cut, no questions asked.  Houston PEP recognized the
disparity and decided to have a fundraiser for its newly adopted Lousiana
transplants to help them re-establish themselves and to embrace them with open
arms and have a hell of a blowout party at the same time.

The generosity of the partygoers that evening was beyond compare.
People brought everything from whips and paddles to swings and straight
jackets, to a St. Andrew's Cross and everything in between.  One generous
benefactor was even kind enough to donate space so that Mistresses Eden,
Cree, Ana, Ebony, and Chocolate would have a place to set up shop without
much hassle.  Electricity was in the air as the ladies mixed and mingled among
their newfound family to introduce themselves.  Charlie Papadopoulos was
particularly aroused at the presence of the guests of honor.  He had always been
attracted to women of color and he had acknowledged that he was submissive
for nearly two decades.  He was like a kid in a candy shop, distracted and
fidgety.  His wife, Eva, was barely able to have a conversation with him because
he was so preoccupied.  He hadn't even heard her inform him that he was going
to be a contestant in a very special selection process to serve and worship the
honorees for the evening.  It wasn't until she led him to the stage by a leash
where he stood among four other subs and waited to be inspected to see if he
would have the privilege of serving the Black Dommes that he truly got an
understanding of what could potentially happen.

His heart was beating fast and his face was flush.  His cock was so hard it
ached as he stood for what seemed like hours.  People passed by, making
comments and speculations about who would win and be subjected to the
sadistic whims of FIVE strict Dominatrixes.  Charlie swallowed hard and kept his
eyes on the floor.  He dared not look at the other subs that stood next to him.  He
felt inferior; his body not as young, lithe, or muscled as his other competitors.  He
could hear their laughs and taunts as they described his small cock and middle-
aged paunch, assured, in their minds at least, that they would get a place at the
feet of the Dominas and the opportunity of a lifetime.

The lovely Dommes examined the submissives one by one.  First was
Mistress Eden.  The youngest of the group at 21, she had a lot to prove.  She
wanted everyone to know that she was truly a dominant and not just a kid playing
at being domme.  Charlie only saw her well-pedicured feet as he kept his eyes on
the floor but he certainly felt the pain in his nuts as he grabbed them and twisted
them enough to bring him to his knees.  He wouldn't, however, crumble that
easily and he kept his composure through the pain.  His honor was at stake and
he focused his mind to endure whatever was necessary in order to serve.  He
would endure more humiliation, more degradation, more pain than the human
mind and body was capable of for the honor of serving.  Mistress Cree, dressed
in a full-length latex gown, and Mistress Ana, wearing a leather corset and
panties, poked and prodded Charlie like he was a piece of livestock.  They
opened his mouth and examined his teeth like they would a horse as he stood
stoically as the onlookers took bets to see who would survive the next
elimination.  They bent him over and fingered his ass and Charlie couldn't help
but whimper.  He felt his knees weaken slightly but the prize was too close.  Two
of the others had been eliminated and it was down to just him and two others.
He felt them shoving fingers in his tight mancunt and he looked out into the
audience and saw Eva casually chatting away with her friends, oblivious to his
predicament while everyone else in the room seemed to have their eyes glued to
the makeshift stage.

Mistress Ebony was a super-sized BBW, tipping the scales at well over
300 pounds.  Her red see-through negligee showed her pendulous breasts and
rolls of fat.  She seemed to be intrigued with having each sub on his knees to
swat his tender flesh with her riding crop, listening to the most creative pleas for
more punishment.  Charlie was in sub space.  He was intoxicated with lust.  The
words came tumbling out of his mouth as the crop came down on his body.  "Oh
Mistress, I crave your punishment.  I'm a dirty, filthy, lowly white pig that lives to
serve your Superior Ebony whims and desires.  Make me endure the most cruel
penalties, the most degrading tortures and I'll prove to you that I want more by
begging your to push me further.  I'm a disgusting white slut that needs to be
used and I will gladly eat your ass, drink your piss, or anything that you desire to
show my submissiveness to you."

By the time Mistress Chocolate stepped on the stage, it was down to
Charlie and one other sub.  The crowd was in a frenzy.  Mistress Chocolate didn't
lay a finger on him.  She simply whispered in his ear with a sweet melodious
voice, that if she selected him, she was going to make regret his desire to submit
to her.  She began stroking his cock, twisting it, slapping it, and rubbing it gently
with her black satin-gloved hand, trying to bring him to orgasm.  Every tendon,
every sinew in his body was tensed as he focused on her words and kept his
eyes focused on the crowd.  She pressed her very muscular frame into his back
and whispered, "I'm going to take you down.  You're the one I want to see suffer.
You have the most to lose.  You, with your high paying job, your middle class air
of superiority.  I want to see you kneel at my feet and worship me."  Charlie let
out a moan like a wounded animal and fought with every ounce of his being to
hold back his cum.  Everyone was in a state of arousal.  Subs were licking wet
pussies and being forced to lick feet as the all white crowd watched with wide
eyes.

Charlie passed out.  When he awoke, he was trying to figure out what had
happened.  Had he won?  Had he cum?  He tried to speak but he was
overwhelmed with the sensation that he was firmly secured in a stockade in a
room with a glass window.  He couldn't turn his head to see anyone but he
assumed that there was a large audience.

For the next few hours, Charlie was the plaything of the five black women.
Mistress Eden was intent on using his asshole with her black strapon like he was
a whore.  No longer feeling the need to hold back, he moaned, groaned, and
begged for more.  "Oh Mistress, I need your hard, thick, black strapon rammed in
my sissy pussy.  Fuck me.  Fuck me harder, make it hurt.  It feels so fucking
good, ram me.  Use my white slutty asshole.  Can't you fuck me any harder than
that?"  His taunts were met with the Domme fucking him like a rag doll.  His pleas
for more weren't to be heard for very long because he his mouth was quickly put
to use licking the huge, sweaty asshole of Mistress Ebony.  He could barely
breath with the fleshy mounds of her enormous ass covering his entire face.  He
worked his tongue in and licked the musky flavors as he could hear the muffled
laughs as he felt he was going to pass out.

Deeper in sub space than he had ever been, being watched by dozens of
onlookers, Charlie felt the sting of even more punishment applied to his ass.
Mistress Ana administered a cat-o-nine tails on his back, ass, and thighs, hitting
his tender balls.  He would have cried out if Mistress Cree hadn't grabbed his hair
firmly in her hands and pressed her hot cunt to his mouth and forced him to drink
her hot piss.  It was a never-ending onslaught of sensation, each woman
demanding pleasure in different ways.

It was the mysterious and gorgeous, Mistress Chocolate, however that
stalked her prey.  She wanted his singular focus and she waited patiently for the
others to tire of using him.  Charlie wanted more; he was desperate to be pushed
past his limits.  His neck was aching as he strained to look up at her.  Her toned
brown legs were inches from his face.  She lifted her skirt slowly, making the
crowd gasp in shock.  Underneath the short miniskirt was the fully functioning
cock of a transsexual.  It was a full 8 inches in length and impressively thick.
Charlie swallowed hard and started begging, "Feed me that hot black cock,
shove it in my mouth, fuck my face, make me suck it like the depraved
cocksucking whore that I am."  Not one to disappoint, Mistress Chocolate fed him
her entire dick, making him choke and gag.  In the zone, Charlie used his tongue,
lips, and mouth to make that gorgeous cock shoot loads of creamy cum in his
mouth.

Exhausted and sore, Charlie and Eva made the trip back home the next
day in relative silence.  Charlie could be proud because his actions were part of a
terrific fund-raiser for a very worthy cause.  It was a night to remember and the
stuff dreams are made of for a white sub named Charlie with an incredible desire
for chocolate.

Copyright 2005 AfroerotiK

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