Date: Wed, 21 Jul 1999 23:57:49 +0100 (BST)
From: SickSado
Subject: I Hate Being in Pubs Alone

This story is for adults only. It is free from copyright is my original work.


I hate being in pubs alone, but today I needed a cold pint and I needed it
fast. As I walked through the door I ordered a cold one and gulped it down
in two minutes flat, and then ordered another. A minute later and half way
through my beer this amazing looking woman approached me. She defiantly
wasn't what I consider to be my type I usually like the girl next door,
homely and sweet, but she was tall, jet black hair and tits that stuck out
a mile from a hard muscular but feminine body. After that I thought my day
was getting better...

The day had started badly, the first thing I heard was the nine o'clock
news, and it just got worse. After slapping on whatever clothes were by my
bed, I drove across town faster than a five dollar shake, arriving at work
just in time to hear the end of lecture about the importance of
timekeeping. Needing to be made an example of I was given the dirtiest,
smelliest job my arsehole boss could find, So for the next seven hours I
piled one load of crap on to another pile of crap. The clock moved so
slowly, but when I was finally allowed to leave I headed strait for the
car, sat down, dreaming of a cool shower and a fresh set of clothes, turned
the key and all I heard was the last gasp of a dead battery. That was it, I
headed right for the nearest bar.

She told me her name was Veronica, she didn't ask mine.  She told me she
was a personal trainer, she didn't ask me what I did.  She said she lived
around the corner and that she was very attracted to me.  Well what's a
single guy supposed to do?

The next thing I knew we were bursting through the door of her house,
locked in an animal embrace, ripping each others clothes off, I was
grabbing her wonderful tits, groping her soft round buttocks and snatching
her wet and hairy pussy. All the time she was pulling at my balls, forcing
my stiff cock down in a way that was painful but incredibly exciting. As I
entered her twat with the biggest erection I have ever had, she began to
finger my arsehole.  As I pumped her in the missionary position she began
to push more of her digits up my ring. I have to say this was the first
time anything pink had been up my dirtbox and although it was incredibly
painful, the penis that I thought was at its maximum was growing even more,
This was the best fuck I had ever had, and I wanted to enjoy it for as long
as possible but she had other ideas, she ripped her hand from my bum and
began to tug on my nads again, this time far harder than before. With that
I just shot my muck in the most intense way I had ever done, I screamed
with the pleasure of the juice rushing out of my cock. The sense of relief
I had then was the most vivid emotion I have ever had, all the problems I
had ever had just evaporated and I just lay next to her for what seemed
like hours with a completely clear mind.  She got up while I stayed on the
floor, after a few minutes she returned with a leather doctors case, and
produced some handcuffs. She told me to turnover and lie next to the
fireplace, I looked around, caught a glimpse of her amazing body and with
my mammoth stiffy returning crawled over to where she had ordered me. She
snapped the handcuffs around one of my wrists, then round the hearth then
round my other wrist, they were so tight I could feel the bloodflow being
cut off to my hands, but I could also feel a slimy liquid being spread all
over my anus.  I turned my head and saw her kneeling above me naked apart
from a gigantic strap-on cock. Then I felt it push in like a huge
satisfying shit, she began to thrust, almost pulling the plastic out of me
and then strongly pushing back in, my hard cock was rubbing against the
carpet and as she continued I could feel not only my red ring but also
friction burns on the end of my dick. She began to pull at my sack, this
time harder than ever, and now for the first time in the whole experience
the pain started to exceed the pleasure, she must have sensed this as she
eased off a little. I heard the jangling of metal, but I was growing close
to another orgasm and ignored it. I felt myself grow closer and closer to
coming again and I began to move faster forcing her on, I was just about to
burst forward with my spunk when I felt the sharpest pang of agony that I
ever had or ever will. It lasted just a fraction of a second before I
passed out.

I awoke, I looked around, my surroundings were completely unfamiliar, the
first thing to give me the slightest clue where I was, was the
smell. Antiseptic, puke, piss and shit, it was a hospital. I felt different
in someway but I couldn't but my finger on how, then I remembered the pain,
I thought that I must have had a heart attack. Then the door opened and
Veronica walked in, she looked exactly the same apart from her white coat
and I was still attracted to her but something was different. She didn't
say anything just came over to the bed and lifted the sheet and had a look.

"I've cut your testicles off,"

She'd what, at first it didn't sink in,

"You've been under sedation for two weeks, and I've given you large
quantities of estrogens. I admit the haven't had much time to work, but
when I do the vagaplasty this afternoon, I'll do a breast augmentation, the
rest will have to sort itself out over time."


I felt a prick in the arm, I became groggy again, I felt my clothes being
stripped off me and then I fell asleep.


When I awoke again, I could feel the weight of a pair of tits on me, I
reached down and felt only a mound and slit where my dick and balls had
been. What the fucking hell had happened to me?  Why had that bitch done
this to me?
 
Before I had finished my thoughts Veronica walked in, naked apart from the
strap on she had used on me before, god it still my dry shit caked on it. I
asked what the hell she thought she was doing, she told me to shut-up, she
got out a tube of lube and began to greased up the plastic dick. She ripped
off the bed clothes, opened my legs and forced the dildo up my newly made
pussy. The pain was stinging, I found I could close up the cunt but that
only made it hurt more. I began to relax and as I did I felt the first
delicate feelings of feminine pleasure, in fact maybe this wasn't as bad as
I feared. Veronica seemed to sense my change of attitude, she became more
tender and began to kiss me as a lover might. What had started out as a
rape by an evil and twisted woman had become an expression of lesbian
affection. I still was no where near able to comprehend what had happened
to me but it was not as bad as I first feared.

Veronica left.

I waited for some hours, but no one came in.

I was naked and still in some pain, but I got out of the bed and looked
around the room. On the desk was a handbag, in it I wound a purse with a
lot of cash in it, credit cards, a driving licence, keys to a new MG, and
flat with a Chelsea address attached. Next to the bag was a silver
necklace. I looked in the wardrobe and found some white cotton briefs, a
bra, a silk summer dress and black heeled shoes. There was nothing for it,
I dressed, walked through the deserted corridors and out in to the street
outside, and starit in to the pub...

The End.