THE FOLLOWING IS BASED ON TRUE EVENTS. NAMES AND SPECIFIC PLACES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE NOT SO INNOCENT. THE AUTHOR DOES NOT CONDONE ANY ACTIVITIES DESCRIBED IN THE STORY, AND REMINDS READERS OF REAL LIFE CONSEQUENCES, SUCH AS PRISON TIME AND/OR SEXUALLY TRANSMITTED ILLNESS. PRACTICE KINK IN REAL LIFE SAFELY, SANELY, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, CONSENSUALLY. This is my first submission to Nifty, so if you would like to provide feedback or filthy comments, I'd love to hear from you @ southernsissysub@gmail.com
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TYLER'S NEW LIFE - CHAPTER 2
He was sitting leisurely on My mother's living room couch as he brutalized My face.
"Yeahhh that's a good little cunt, take daddy's dick down nice and deep. More tongue, bitch. I wanna feel your little pink cocklicker all up and down my dick while you fuck your slutty little mouth on it. Good girl! Keep looking me in the fucking eye while you worship your master," My uncle sneered as he hocked a big wad of spit right on my cute upturned face. Mike is a very masculine specimen; a thirty nine year old textbook red blooded Italian stallion, 100 percent alpha male. I on the other hand, am the exact opposite. I was a frail and girly 14 year old submissive pervert who lusted after men and women much older than me, especially if they were in positions of authority. A year prior to this Mike caught me in my bedroom, fully dressed in a slutty schoolgirl outfit, handcuffed with a dildo I stole from my mom up my boy pussy. It must have been fate because we were a match made in sadomasochistic heaven. I had been exposed to internet porn entirely too early and it permanently warped my fantasies. So when he slapped me around and spanked my round, perfectly fat and unblemished sissy butt before putting me on my knees and making me suck his cock for the first time, it was like a dream come true. And it wasn't such a bad deal for my rough ex con uncle, either. He was between girlfriends and had done a couple prison bids beforehand, which had given him a certain taste for abusing and breaking little boy fuck toys like me, and suddenly a year had passed under Mike's cruel tutelage, with me everyday several times a day performing increasingly lewd acts and being severely punished for any slight missteps, I had in essence become my uncle's full time preteen sex slave. So there I was, kneeling and dutifully attempting to swallow his thick uncut 8 inch prick and loving every minute of this violent, aggressive treatment. I was dressed to impress in what could only be described as something a stripper would wear: black lacy push up bra with inserts, giving me just the hint of a real chest with matching thong panties and garter belt, with very high heel strappy pumps and a leather posture collar with a heavy D ring. My uncle of course had picked out the outfit, like he picks out everything else I change into during my "serving time," or the hours between when I got off the bus from school and when my mom came home from work. It was designed to humiliate me, and I did feel like I would have been less indecent totally naked, but I didn't care. Indeed after a year of being thoroughly trained by Mike on how to be an obedient, brainless cum sponge there was nowhere I'd rather have been than waiting on this hulking bully of a man hand and foot. It was dirty and wrong but I was having the time of my life, and I would do anything in my messed up little mind for my master daddy's approval. Little did I know just how much that was about to be tested. As I thought about how cute I probably looked to him choking down his cock, he gripped me by the neck with both hands and began fucking my throat with more vigor as I relaxed and let him bounce off of my gag reflex over and over, thinking about how much I loved when my master used my worthless mouth as his personal fleshlight when I was quickly snapped out of my reverie. A riding crop I didn't see flicked out at me and impacted sharply in my flank.
"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME, BITCH," Mike bellowed down at me. While he was ramming my helpless girlyboy throat I had reflexively put my hands up to his thighs in an attempt to get some more air: a major infraction. I had been trained very meticulously to keep my arms crossed behind my back while a man was using my whoremouth lest I be punished and I knew a punishment was in my immediate future. He jumped up off the sofa and grabbed me by my thick, softly curled brown hair which was now well passed shoulder length.
"You don't fucking fight me on anything. Ever. Do you understand cunt?" I nodded quickly, still a little stunned and amazed at how quickly this giant chunk of muscle could move. It was also a mistake and I felt my uncle's baseball mit sized hand come down on my cheek in a brutal backhand slap. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" He yelled at me, still holding me by the hair, his angry sneering face an inch away from mine.
"Master, yes master. Please daddy your little girl is so sorry she is so stupid, please hurt her good so she can learn her lesson and try again!" I begged breathlessly, hoping I could save myself from the worst of it. I had just had an hour long session in the basement with the bull whip. I spilt some of daddy's delicious piss as I bent down to drink it that morning and paid the price. I didn't want any more torture if I could afford it for one day. But my uncle just smiled and tossed me to the floor like a ragdoll.
"Go get cleaned up and re-do your makeup, and after you're finished with that go put on the maids outfit with the fishnets, and out your ankle and wrist cuffs on. When you're ready, come back out here and kneel down by the couch and wait for me, I got a surprise for you today, bitch."
"Yes daddy, right away sir," I demurred and scampered off down the hallway to change. My mind was racing. What was going to happen tonight? I took a calming breath as I shakily approached my mothers make up table and sat down. I looked in the mirror at my reflection and saw a cute girl with swollen red lips and some tear streaks down her face. I was amazed at how different a little color could make me look, and in time I had stopped thinking if myself as Tyler the boy, and had started thinking of myself as Annie the slut girl, the name Mike picked out for me to use while dressed. I looked completely passable a prepubescent girl, and with my little not-quite-4-inches hard clit locked away in the cruel pink chastity device my uncle had me wearing for 2 straight months, nothing about my face or body shape hinted boy. I was happy but I wanted glamour and chose dark seductive colors for my lips and eyes, before tiptoeing to my bedroom to put on my maid uniform. With one more glance into my mirror for the whole picture, 13 year old slut, dressed like she's going to walk the streets, in stripper heels in a posture collar, in whore's makeup. It's probably a good thing daddy locked me up, or I would've been making a serious tent in my skirt. Satisfied with the total package I followed the last command and knelt by the couch in the living room in "present" position and waited for my master to return. He swaggered into the room a few minutes later wearing just a pair of loose gray sweatpants, a predatory grin on his face when he saw me. He walked up and ran his fingers through my hair, petting me like your would a good dog.
"Good girl, you got ready quick. Now remember Annie, you're my bitch and you'll do whatever I say no matter what, right?" I was practically purring as I replied,
"Oh yes master absolutely! I live to please you and serve your big daddy dick!"
"That's the right answer. So, when I put this blindfold on you and tell you to crawl over here and softly lick my balls while I relax here, you'd be obliging?" He asked, stretching his python arms out over his head and leaning back on the couch. I didn't even answer verbally, just scooted forward and began to plant wet, slobbery kisses on his toes, and worked my way slowly and worshipfully up his leg to his tennis ball sized sac. I lovingly stuck my tongue out, with only my sense of touch to guide me and made contact with the soft skin on his ball bag and he let out a soft groan. "Gooood girl. That's the way, just like that whore. Keep going until I tell you to stop." I loved worshipping master daddy's whole body so he didn't need to tell me twice. I felt him shift more comfortably and pop the cap off of a bottle above me, and heard sportscenter come on the TV. I lost track of time and allowed myself to become completely absorbed in my task. I had no idea how long it had been when I heard a key in the front door and it swinging open. My blood ran cold when I heard my mom's voice.
"Mike, what the fuck? Who did you bring into my house? Wait. Is that fucking Tyler? Is my son sucking your fucking dick right now?" Well, I assumed my life was over and wanted nothing more than to get up and run for my life, but before I had a chance, my uncle shot back,
"Shh Kathy relax, I'll explain everything but please, when she's like this at least, you should call her Annie. We need to talk sis."
"Yeah I fucking guess we do!" My mother screamed. My uncle took my head in both hands and pulled me off of his balls. I still couldn't see but if I could I would have seen him pull out a smaller 7 inch dildo as he told me to open my mouth. I did so, and he put the dildo in my mouth, almost gagging me all the way to the back of my throat but not quite.
"Okay bitch. Me and your mother are going to talk in the other room for a minute, when I come back this dildo better had be in the same spot I left it." Meaning I would have to hold this uncomfortable kneeling position the whole time. They stomped down the hall and left me with my thoughts and the sound of my heart beating in my eardrums. What was going to happen now? I definitely didn't want this to end. Why in the hell had Mike let us get caught? My mind was racing. Whatever their conversation was about in the bedroom it was over pretty quick and I soon heard the sounds of them coming back down the hallway. I tried my best to straighten up as they came back in the room and I felt my blindfold lifted off. I blinked and looked down at the ground, still on my knees with a dildo buried in my throat, trying desperately not to make eye contact with my mother.
"I'm telling you Kath. Your kid is a born slut. You should have seen the stuff this little faggot was looking up on the internet. Black cocks, BDSM, water sports, you name it, this kid was googling it. She was already fucked up before I came along, I just decided to take advantage." My mom looked at me, still seeming pretty angry. My mother was not a big lady but she could still seem very imposing to 14 year old me, standing at just a curvy 5'8. Like my uncle her Italian ancestry was apparent in her olive skin and shiny, curly black hair and deep green eyes. She was very classically beautiful, and I had been teased relentlessly by my friends at the time for having such a "hot mom". I had never thought of her in that way before, but even I had to admit she was very pretty, even when she scared me like right now.
"Is that true?" She asked me pointedly. Now making eye contact and looking directly at my pathetic form.
"Go on, tell your mommy what a fucking disgusting slut whore you are. Tell her that you fucking beg me to treat you like this bitch!" My uncle interjected.
"Shut up Michael I need to hear it from her," My mom said calmly. She stood up and walked pensively over to me, before grabbing the base of the dildo in my mouth and pulling it free. "Well? Is it true? You really wanna be called annie and get treated like a little slut girl by my own brother? Tell me you fucking faggot!"
I broke down in tears as a gripped her ankles with my hands.
"Oh god mom I'm so sorry! I just can't help it. I need to be handled a certain way by men and I trust daddy-" Her eyes got wide, "err I mean uncle mike to do it to me! I like being his girlfriend and his slave bitch!" It felt really good to admit that to someone, even if I was horrified by the situation. My mother, if anything, just seemed interested.
"So how long has this been going on?"
"About a year now. I'm sorry Kat I just had to make sure it was for real before I went to you about it." My uncle said.
"Well what all do you do to my uh..daughter? Have you fucked him...her, yet?" My mother asked him. I wasn't sure how to feel about what was happening when mike said, "Shit I'm glad you asked, you're in for a real treat. I know deep down you're just as fucked up as me sis. Annieslut, why don't you put our 'Greatest Hits' DVD in the player and come back and kneel down here." My uncle gestured to a spot next to his feet. "Yes daddy sir absolutely," I responded mechanically, not even thinking about who we were in the room with. One of Mike's friends did video editing and for a small fee edited some films my uncle took while we were together and cut them into a supercut 90 minutes of hardcore sissy girl slave abuse. And they watched the whole thing while I knelt on the floor. 90 minutes of me getting whipped, getting facefucked and slapped around and drinking piss and tonguing my uncle's hairy asshole and they watched it like it was the new Cohen brothers movie. Parts of it were very graphic and I was embarrassed watching it despite being really into it while it was happening. I felt a deep sort of retrospective shame by the time the movie ended. I expected my mother to stand right up and ship me off to a boarding school or reformatory or a mental hospital or something. But she said nothing immediately and I glanced over at her and was shocked at what I saw. My own mother had her right hand down the front of her jeans, getting off to the thought of her only son being feminized and degraded and used by her own brother right in front of me!! This was a twist I wasn't expecting. My uncle and I made eye contact and he smiled that scary smile, the one I know from when I am about to get worked over, hard. He leaned back into the sofa with the same smirk on his face and looked over at my mom.
"Well Kath? What do you make of all this? If you want me out of here just say the word and I'll go, but I figure your little girl here is better off getting her slut education from me and not on the street by Tyrone the crack dealer." That bastard. I realized had set me up to get caught on purpose, I assumed because he was tired of sneaking around. Now I just wondered whether he knew my mom would get off on it. I looked over at my mother whose eyes were still fixated on the last frame of the video while she bit her lip and went to town on her clit. Shakily she got up off the couch and started sauntering toward me. Without saying a word she took her fingers out of her panties and began smearing her pussy juices on my painted lips. She smiled as she sank two fingers into my mouth and I automatically began licking and sucking them clean, tasting her for the first time. She pulled her fingers out of my mouth and gave me a light slap on the cheek as she glanced over at my uncle and said,
"Well, I guess I have a lot of catching up to do with my new daughter! You've always reminded me too much of your useless father, this is delicious. I can't wait to see what other tricks you've taught her. Let's take the little bitch into my bedroom, I wanna see you bust her pussy open."
TO BE CONTINUED IN "ANNIE'S FIRST TIME," a multi-part series further exploring Annie's feminization and dehumanization, this time not only at the hands of her cruel family members, but also at the mercy of doctors, cops, and street pimps! (Hopefully it won't take me 3 years to get around to finishing it this time!!)