Date: Mon, 17 Mar 2008 01:11:45 +0000
From: Aisling Nolan <aislingtv2005@hotmail.com>
Subject: My fall and rise as Aisling - 01

I met Pete on my first day in college. He was a couple of years older than
me but we hit it off immediately. It wasn't long before we were close
friends and hung about together practically all the time. Like all
undergrads, we spent a good deal of our time at parties and in the student
bar. He had a great way with girls and we regularly managed to team up with
a couple of chicks when we went out.

During one boozy evening in the bar, Pete asked me a rather strange
question.

"Have you ever worn girls' clothes?"

It was a strange question for a few reasons. Firstly, we weren't talking
about anything like that when he popped the question. Secondly, he knew I
was straight. Thirdly, I had worn girls' clothes but had never admitted it
to anyone. In fact, it was my secret (and favourite) pastime. I laughed the
question off and he didn't bring it up again, but I guess he must have seen
something in my reaction that told him what he wanted to know.

A couple of weeks later we were out together at a party in one of the
student houses. It was the typical affair - lots of drink, dark, noisy and
plenty of grinding. Sometime during the night we lost sight of each other.
I wasn't particularly worried - I knew plenty of people there and figured
that he had probably picked up some girl. It was about 2:30 when the party
began to fizzle out and I decided to make my way home.

I was walking back across campus towards the freshman accommodation when a
large rental van pulled out of the car park and began driving slowly
towards me. It was strange to see any vehicles moving around on campus so
late, but I wasn't particularly worried until it screeched to a halt beside
me and a guy wearing dark clothes and a balaclava jumped out of the back.
He was holding a baseball bat, which he used to jab me in the stomach
before I could react. I doubled over in pain, breathless. The next thing I
knew I was being bundled into the back of the van and the door was closed.
I felt a pad being pushed over my nose that smelt of a strong and sickly
chemical. I tried to struggle free and to hold my breath at the same time -
it was useless. I felt myself slip into unconsciousness as the van began to
move.

I came to lying on my side on the floor in a darkened room. I was feeling
groggy and disorientated. Music was playing loudly and I could here some
guys talking and laughing nearby. My hands were bound behind my back and I
was completely naked. I tried to sit up but ended up on my face. Next thing
I felt strong hands grip me and found myself looking into the leering face
of one of the biggest and ugliest guys I've ever seen. He cuffed me across
the face, sending me reeling to the floor. I thought he had broken my
jaw. He picked me up again and snarled.

"OK sissy boy - you're mine and you will do exactly what I say or I'll kill
you - got it?"

I didn't think I was a coward before then, but from that moment I knew that
I would offer no resistance. I didn't want to die here alone with this guy.

He started by getting me to suck his cock - a thing that I've never done
before. I felt degraded but I did my best to please him. I was so afraid.
Then he bent me over a table and fucked my ass. When he told me to moan and
beg him to fuck me, I did. When he asked me if I had enjoyed it, I said I
did. All I remember was the pain, the degradation and the feeling of
confusion. I guess I was still loaded with booze and chemicals because I
don't remember when the rape ended. I must have passed out because the next
thing I remember was waking up on the floor again. This time I was alone
and the pale light coming in from a small window on a far wall told me that
it was already daytime.

I realised that I wasn't tied up anymore and I somehow struggled to my
feet. I was still naked and felt bruised and battered all over. I was in
some sort of a basement with a concrete floor, brick walls and practically
nothing else besides a table, a couple of chairs and a bucket. I tried to
open the heavy steel door but wasn't surprised to find it locked. There was
nothing much to do, so I sat down and waited. At one point I had to use the
bucket but for the rest of the time I waited. It got dark again. I waited
some more. I must have drifted off to sleep because the next thing I knew
he was back.

"Glad to see me?"

I nodded mutely. He pushed a paper bag to me. It contained a half eaten
burger and an opened bottle of coke.

"Thanks", I muttered and ate and drank hungrily.

"Fancy a fuck?" he asked.

I shook my head once before I felt myself fly from the chair and land
heavily on the floor.

"Wrong answer", he growled.

This time I reacted. I cursed and struggled to my feet. He was on me in a
second. He grabbed me by my shoulders and spun me around so that I was
facing him.

"I am going to fuck you like I did last night and like I'll do for every
night from now on. You can fight if you want. But you'll only end up
getting hurt and you'll still be fucked in the end!"

I knew he was right and started to cry.

"Shut the fuck up and suck my cock" he snarled.

So I did.

The next couple of nights went the same way. The third night he arrived
early.

"I've got some friends coming over - I don't want you to give any
trouble. Understand?"

I nodded. That night I sucked cock and was fucked by three or four other
guys. They appeared satisfied with my performance. I thought it was all
over when I saw Pete standing in the corner. My heart jumped and fell all
in one second. He looked solemn as he walked towards me.

"It doesn't look good," he said. "These guys don't intend to let you
go. I've promised them that you won't tell anyone - but they don't believe
me."

I was stunned - too shocked to speak. What was he saying. How the fuck did
he find me. And why wasn't he going to do anything to get me out of there?
I guess he knew what I was thinking.

"These guys aren't my friends," he apologised. "More like business
associates - very powerful business associates" He shuffled uncomfortably.
"The only way out that I see is to keep them happy." There was a pause.
"They want you to dress like a girl from now on..."

Over the next couple of weeks I learned to dress myself in the sexy
lingerie and clothes that they left for me. I learned how to smile and to
flirt with my visitors. I learned how to give head and ass like I enjoyed
it. In short, I learned how to be a tranny whore. Pete visited every now
and again. He always looked solemn - he asked me if they were treating me
OK but never offered any hope of escape. After a while he began to call me
by my new name: Aisling. He would kiss me lightly on the cheek when he
arrived and when he left. I guess I knew that he was beginning to see me as
a girl.

Strangely, that gave me a feeling of hope.

(To be continued)