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Sold to a brutal pimp, "Girlie," as the young man is now known, is forced to prostitute "herself" to make money for "her" pimp. (MM, nc, rp, v) *** Chapter 1 - The Grooming Hi, my name is Allan. I spend my evenings hanging out in adult bookstore video arcades, looking for sex with strange men. When I go to these places I am always in my female identity. Then I am not Allan, but Girlie. I arrive at the adult bookstore and keep it low key. I'm usually wearing baggy sweats and a baseball cap, a nondescript little guy that no one gives a second look to. I purchase the required amount of tokens to gain admittance to the arcade, and go back and get a booth. Once in the booth I lock the door and quickly go about my transformation from Allan to Girlie. I strip completely nude and step into the high heels that I had tucked into the waistband of my sweats. Then I tie a slave bandana around my head, Aunt Jemima style. I apply some red lipstick, throw a few tokens in to get the porn started on screen, and unlock and crack the door to the booth. At that point I'll proceed to have sex with any man who comes in the booth, often as many as 15 or more men a night. I am a total submissive who enjoys giving men blowjobs, eating guy's ass holes, and being fucked in my ass. I wasn't always like this. Once I was a straight guy with a wife and kid. But some bad judgment on my part ended me up in the state prison, and turned me in to the cock-sucking, lipstick, high heel wearing sissy I am today. I got married to Jen when we were both 17. She was my first girlfriend and I knocked her up 2 months after our first date. Looking back on it, Jen was the aggressor in our relationship from the get go. It was she who initiated sex, and it was she who took my virginity. When she told me she was pregnant I quit school and got a job at a valve factory in the city where we lived. Jen & I moved in to a third floor apartment. It was actually a pretty good life. Jen was pretty, easy to get along with, and hot in bed. We'd spend our evenings cuddled up on the sofa in front of the TV, munching on popcorn. Even after the baby – Kylie – was born, things remained good between us. Then I met Ed Cunningham. Ed worked with me in the valve factory. He was 32, a biker, maybe 6', 2", tattoos, great personality. In short, I hero-worshipped Ed. I began spending time with him and his buddies after work. They had a clubhouse and we would go there to drink beer, shoot pool, etc. These guys operated on the fringes of the law, some were outright criminals. I wasn't really in their league – they were rough, tough biker types, and I was a little guy who couldn't fight his way out of a wet paper bag. They tolerated me, and I did every thing I could to please them, dying for their respect. One afternoon the guys asked me to go with them to knock off a convenience store. All I had to do was drive. I really didn't want to go, but I felt I couldn't let the guys down. Long story short, the clerk was shot, we were caught, and I ended up with an 8 year sentence in state prison. Jen was devastated, but promised to wait for me. I arrived at Folsom shortly after my 18th birthday. I looked more like 14. I was 5', 6", 118 lbs, almost no body hair or muscle tone to speak of – I looked like a kid. I had been told ever since I was in County Jail awaiting trial & sentencing that I would be raped when I got to Folsom. In County, the guys I had robbed the store with protected me, but at Folsom I was on my own. I was raped my first week in. One of the inmates, a black dude named Marcel, told me he could hook me up with some weed. He told me to come to the laundry room after evening chow. Marcel was there with 8 other black dudes. Marcel took me to the back, where a bunch of mattresses were stacked. Suddenly a big dude grabbed me from behind, put me in a headlock, and pushed a shank up to my throat. "You got 2 choices, bitch," he said. "Live, or die." I thought of Jen & Kylie, I wanted to live. Because I submitted willingly, my rapist were fairly considerate of me. They had me strip nude and give them all head. I had never sucked a cock before, but years of watching porn had taught me the method. Then they anally raped me. After they threw dice and I was informed that I now "belonged" to the winner of the dice game, a guy named Roland. The next morning the guards told me to "roll it up." This meant I was being moved to a new cell. They put me in a cell with one of the meanest looking guys I have ever seen. He kept staring at me as though I had offended his mother. He looked really pissed off. I was getting really scared now, because I knew the guard was about to leave, and I would be alone with this guy who looked like he wanted to kill me. He was easily 6', 4, well over 200 lbs, and all of it muscle. He was wearing only boxer shorts and his body was covered with scars and tattoos. He was black and his head was shaved. He really looked like a devil. As soon as the C.O. left, my cellmate said, "Take off your shit." I looked at him. "My what?" I started to say, but was cut off by a slap to the side of the head so fast and hard it made my eyes tear up. "Your clothes, bitch! Don' make me tell you again." I quickly stripped naked. "Now pull my draws down, foo," he said. I reached over to grab the waistband of his shorts. "What the fuck is this!" he yelled. He slapped me again and I could feel my left eye starting to close up. "But you told me –" "Bitch, when I tells you to take down my draws, you bes' be on you knees." I sank to my knees and pulled down his shorts. His penis was hard, and it was the biggest cock I had ever seen with my own eyes. He didn't have to tell me what was expected of me. I took it in my hands and flicked my tongue around the head, then engulfed as much of his dick as I could. I filled my mouth with saliva and swirled my tongue around and up and down his cock. "My nuts, suck my nuts," he said. His balls smelled sweaty, but I sucked on them anyway. He sat on the edge of the rack and raised his legs. "Eat my ass," he said. I put my face up to his ass but drew back. It smelled like a mixture of the faint smells of sweat & feces mixed. He grabbed my ears roughly and pushed my face into the cleft of his ass. I began to eat his ass the way I used to eat Jen's pussy. Apparently this was good, because I could hear him grunting in pleasure. I continued to eat his ass, suck his balls, and cock. Finally he said, "Hand me that hair food over there. I looked to the shelf. There was a tub of what looked like Vaseline. It smelled like coconut. He greased up his dick and told me to squat on the bunk on my knees. He got up behind me and mounted me, his hard dick pressing up against my tight anus. He pushed his knee in between my legs so I couldn't close them and lunged his cock into my hole. I screamed in pain. I felt his huge hand clamp over my mouth as he hunched into my unprotected ass. His dick was pressing up to my bladder and I felt like I had to take a piss really bad. Then his entire body tensed and he shouted out with pleasure as he released his semen into my belly. When he was finished, he slowly eased his greasy cock out of my ass. It felt exactly like I was taking a hard, constipated shit. This was my introduction to the man who would own me body and soul for the next 8 years. His name was Jose, a black Puerto Rican, who was doing 2 consecutive life terms for rape, torture, & murder. Chapter 2 - The Transformation After Jose fucked me in the cell, he laid down the law, and explained to me how things were going to be from now on. He asked me my name, and when I answered, "Allan," Jose shook his head. "You're name is Girlie now," he said. "One thing you gotta to understand," he said, "is that you a lady from now on, a woman, y'unnerstand?" All sorts of thought were going through my head. I'm a woman? Ok, he wants me to play the submissive role, I get it. But I didn't really understand just how much of a woman I was expected to become. Jose seemed to read my thoughts. He grabbed a punk who was hanging around, eavesdropping, and sent him to get "Baby." After about 5 minutes Baby showed up. My eyes almost fell out of my head; this really pretty woman was standing in the cell doorway! She was about 5', 8"…115 lbs, red hair, green eyes, pale skin covered in lots of jail house tattoos. She was wearing red lipstick and green eye shadow. She had on a tank top t- shirt, and work boots with dark socks rolled down. I couldn't believe they had women in with the male inmates. Jose looked at me and laughed. "Lift up you dress, Baby," he said. The girl complied and I immediately saw that "she" had a penis and testicles. Baby was a guy! It was then I realized what was in store for me. Jose told Baby to take me and train me. Baby took me to her cell and gave me a tank top and told me to get out of my clothes. I would be wearing dresses from now on. Baby showed me how to make lipstick out of a mix of Kool-Aid and Vaseline. She told me that Jose would treat me good, but only if I made him a lot of money, and obeyed everything he said. I asked her how was I going to make money. Baby laughed hard. "Nigga, you a ho now!" she said "Jose OWN you ass. You gots to get out on the stroll and hustle for you man." So, I was to be a whore. Baby told me that if I wanted to really make money I was going to have to get really feminine. She showed me how to walk, with lots of sexy wiggle, how to move in a delicate, feminine manner, how to give men sexy looks. She gave me a bandana and told me that it was a "slave bandana." "Jose's gonna shave you head, prolly tonight, so you wear this." I was to learn that shaving a punk's head was standard operating procedure. It was the first outward symbol of an inmate becoming another man's punk. Sure enough, that night Jose had my head shaved skin bald. If I thought that his was outrageous I was in for a lot of surprises. Over the next few weeks Jose had an 8-ball tattooed on my skull. I was crying and Baby told me, "It ain't shit, all Jose's bitches got a 8-ball on they haid." Baby showed me her ass. Tattooed across the small of her back in big letters was: JOSE. Underneath that, across both ass cheeks was: PUERTO RICO. "You gone have like that, too," Baby said. And within a few weeks I was all tatted up, just like Baby. I had SISSY tatted across my upper right arm, and PUTA across my left upper arm. Well, that's it, I was marked for life. So I became a feminine little whore. At first I was a slow starter, but I soon learned what makes a man happy, and after a few ass whippings from Jose for not bringing home enough money, I soon became his best earner. One thing Baby kept telling me about was not to get Jose pissed, because if he really got pissed he would take a bitch to the laundry room for an ass whipping, and that the ass whipping administered in there was severe. Then I saw Chrissa. She could hardly walk. There were big black and blue bruises all over her arms and legs. "She got taken to the laundry room," Baby whispered. Jose caught her giving money to another man. If I wasn't scared of Jose before, I was terrified of him now. All the girls told me that sooner or later Jose would take me to the laundry room, that no girl had escaped it, even Baby. One night, after chow, I was talking to a guy and I happened to see Jose staring at me. He looked really pissed. "Get over here, girl," he said. I was really scared, but I smiled. "Hi, Daddy, I said loudly. "I gots some money for you, Daddy." Jose stared hard at me. "You givin' money to that foo over there?" he said. "No way, daddy," I said. Jose grabbed me firmly by my upper arm. "You know, you been getting really sassy lately," he said. "I think you need a lesson." Still holding me by the upper arm he began pimp walking me down the cellblock. I was babbling, begging him for another chance. Everyone was looking at me, some looked pitying, others were laughing. We were heading toward the laundry room. Because Jose was so tall and I was so short, I had to sort of run to keep up with him. When we got to the door of the laundry room a C.O. was there. If I thought he was gonna help me I was mistaken. He looked at me and laughed. "Uh-oh... looks like someone fucked up," he said. Jose laughed. "We just goin' in to fold sheets, boss," he told the guard. The guard laughed. "Yeah, ok, whatever you say," he said, unlocking the door. Jose dragged me inside. "How long you gonna be?" the guard asked. "Bout an hour, boss," Jose said. The guard closed the door and I heard the lock turn. My heart sank. "Get you shit off," Jose said. I began undressing, all the while babbling and begging him not to hurt me. "I'll be good, Daddy," I whimpered. "I'll do anything you say, Daddy... PLEEEEESE!" Jose didn't answer. When I was nude, except for my work boots and bandanna, Jose told me to reach under the desk and get what was there. I got down on my knees, eager to obey, feeling around. My hand hit an object. I grabbed it and pulled it out and brought it to Jose. He was sitting on a stack of mattresses, reading a porno magazine. While I waited I looked at the object in my hand. It was a bunch of wire coat hangers wrapped in black electrical tape. After a while Jose looked up. "You know what that is?" he asked me. I shook my head. "What is it, Daddy?" I asked obsequiously. "That a pimp-stick," he said. He reached under the mattress stack, and pulled out a bunch of rags. He shook them loose and I could see that it was a bunch of rags tied together to form a crude rope. He pointed to a foot stool. "Get up on that," he said. I obeyed him. He tied one end of the rope around my left wrist. "Raise your arms," he said. I was crying and shaking in fear. He throw the loose end of the rope over the water pipes just above my head. He pulled my left arm up and tied my right wrist, so that now both my arms were tied above my head. Jose reached into a laundry bin and pulled out a dirty sock and stuffed it into my mouth. Then he taped my mouth up with duct tape, and kicked out the footstool and I was hanging, my feet just off the floor. It was around 7 p.m. Right about now Jen and Kylie would be on the sofa, watching TV. I could have been with them, safe and secure in my own home, instead here I was, hanging naked from a pipe in a dirty cold prison, about to get a brutal beating from the man who now owned me. Then he hit me, across the backs of my thighs. If my mouth hadn't been taped my screams would have been heard out on the street. I don't think I have ever felt that much pain. I was screaming through my gag, and writhing in naked agony as Jose administered the brutal beating. My entire body was whipped, everything but my face and genitals. I don't know how long the beating lasted, but it felt like hours. Finally it was over. Jose was breathing hard and sweating. He took off his shirt. He sat down and was reading the porn magazine while I hung there, my body throbbing in excruciating pain. Finally he put the footstool under my feet and I was able to relieve the pressure on my arms. He untied my wrists and took my elbow and helped me off the stool. "I'ma take this gag off," he said. "When I do, I don't want to hear any noise out of you... you dig?" I shook my head yes. He ripped the tape of my face and I spat out the sweat sock. I was sniveling, but trying hard not to make noise. "You stand there," Jose told me. He sat back and was rubbing his groin as he read the porno. He pulled down his pants and kicked them off. "Gimmie a blow job," he said. I got down on the floor, my whole body in pain, and began to suck his cock. I sucked his cock and balls until he jumped up and mounted me from behind. He worked his cock deep up into my anus, touching my bare buttocks with the lit end of his cigarette to make my ass wiggle. He slammed hell out of my ass until finally, I felt his whole body tense and he shouted out with pleasure as he came inside of me. I could feel his dick pulsing inside of my ass as he shot his load deep into my belly. He lay on my bare back, breathing heavily, kissing on my ears and neck. As weird as it sounds, I lay there covered in bruises from the beating he gave me, with my abuser laying on top of me kissing me, his hard-on still inside of me, I felt so much in love – more than I'd ever felt with Jen. To be continued? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 35