10/17/2008

The Prisoner

They had grabbed him on the street. It was late at night, and he had, unfortunately, been visiting one of the more unsavory districts in town.

A white SUV stopped beside him, three men jumped out and dragged him into the car.

At first he believed they had taken him for ransom. Not that his family had much money, but his employer might be willing to pay a bit for his experience and expertise.

Indeed, the three kidnappers played along with this theory of his when he first mentioned it. It was one way of making him more malleable, probably.

That was just a stupid dream, however. Deep down inside him Tom had known that from the very beginning.

He knew that when they painted a pentagram with his blood on the floor and forced him to lie within it.

Then their horrible chanting brought forth a creature that filled him with fear. She could have been a demon, or an evil goddess maybe.

"Oh most mighty Ereshkigal!" the three men chanted. "We, the unworthy offer you this gift, a man for you to devour!"

She was stunningly beautiful, and he could feel his dick stir in involuntary anticipation. Still, the smell of sulfur filled his lungs, and he could clearly sense the inhumanness of this seemingly womanish creature.

She did not kill him. She did not hurt him. She just came up to him an kissed him on the mouth. Then she disappeared. But he knew that she had made him hers. He could feel it in his soul. He could feel it in his body.

God know what price these three men would have to pay for the services rendered by that demon. Eternal hell, probably, and they did definitely deserve it. Why he deserved to be dragged into this, he could not understand.

The first night he lost all his body hair. Just like that. He had to brush them out of his bed.

The next couple of days he started to notice other changes. He was growing smaller, for one. Then his nipples started to itch. The areola became slightly larger and more puffy. A few days later small lumps of flesh started to bulge out on his chest.

He could see that the three men followed these changes with great interest and anticipation, and the stench of testosterone in those small confined cellar rooms became intense.

He could feel their aggressiveness getting stronger, and from time to time the three of them quarreled loudly in a language he did not understand.

The second week one of the warlocks, a huge brute that called himself Abbadon, came up to him and sniffed his neck like an animal.

Then he dragged Tom into a room and, forced him down on his knees, and pulled out his own dick. Tom was sick on the floor and Abbadon left him screaming in disgust.

Then they waited for several weeks, while the evil magic permeated every cell of his body and changed him, bit by bit, day by day.

The lumps on his chest became tits, progressing gradually from an A cup to soft and heavy balls of female flesh filling up his third bra they had given him since they took him, a D cup.

His waist got slimmer. His ass got rounder. His hair got longer, and his lips fuller. He looked more and more as porn star for each passing day. He wasn't stupid. He knew exactly what they were up to. The demon was turning him into their love toy, their slut, their bitch.

They forced him to dress accordingly. The sexy bra was accompanies by silk panties and black stockings. A flimsy baby doll was all he had to cover his more and more curvaceous body. They were out to humiliate him, and succeeded well in doing so.

All his attempts at escape was rewarded with severe beatings. Hours without screaming was rewarded with food.

He knew his fate was sealed when his penis was reduced to the size of a clit. Folds of flesh opened up like petals of a flower in his crotch, revealing his new vagina.

That day the man that called himself Cain came into his cell, silenced him with a spell, forced his legs apart and pushed his big penis inside him.

The pain was excruciating, but Tom bit his lips and stayed quiet. There was no use in crying anyway. He had come to realize that by then.

When Cain came inside him, Tom could actually feel his semen spread inside his vagina, adding more magic power to the one that already held him spellbound.

He could feel his breast expanding even more.

What was even worse, was the strong undercurrents of lust and sexual desire that started to surface inside his mind. He stopped himself from reaching out for Cain's dick, both fascinated and revolted at the thought of sucking cock.

Then Charon took over, ramming his ass till he was bleeding. Again he could feel the semen changing his body.

His tits were now huge balls on his chest, juggling back and forth as Charon ravaged his body. The sensation of touching his own nipples made him extremely aroused, and when Charon grabbed them from behind while he was pounding Tom's pussy , Tom had his first explosive orgasm as a woman.

It was, he had to admit, both disgusting and extremely pleasurable at the same time.

They settled down to a steady routine. The three men took turns in fucking him, but at least two of them made use of him daily. Then they forced him to clean up the place and prepare meals for them.

A few weeks later he noticed that the three men were starting to look ill. They were becoming pale. They were losing weight and there grew dark shadows under their eyes.

Abbadon suddenly found it hard to get an erection. It was Tom's creative oral work that finally made him cum. When Abbadon's sperm filled his mouth, Tom could feel himself getting even more energetic.

He understood now that the price the three had to pay was very high, indeed. Their dreams of sexual domination was powering Tom's process towards womanhood, and they lost themselves in the process.

Tom suddenly saw a way out of this, and he started to seduce them and lure them into having sex with him.

When they became to weak to initiate sex, he straddled their cocks and sucked them dry, until one day they had no power over him whatsoever.

His tits were now so big that he had to learn to keep his balance all over again. But she didn't mind. She knew what she was born to do now. She was to go out into the world and suck men dry of their sap, becoming more and more powerful in the process.

They would worship her. They would beg her for favors. They would give her all they had. They would give her the world.

She left the three men dead in the apartment, and broke down the door with a violent kick.

She felt strong, she felt victorious, she felt invulnerable, and she could feel strong currents of intense sexual energy permeating her body.

An evil laughter escaped her lips as she ran down the stairs, her long hair flying like a banner along her back.

Now, this was going to be fun!

Images of Danielle Derrick from Brazzers.com, the site that worships everything big.

1 comment:

  1. I am stunned. I feel like you just wrote my own origins, from the emasculating powers of semen right down the the big tits.

    Sometimes I do feel like a sucubus... luring males into my trap and acquiring power through their voracious eyes.

    I know it is all my imagination, but wow... awesome story!

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