Slave to MyBlack Neighbor Part Nine
By BrianMasters
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They tell me it's been 2 months since my "Date Night" withDaddy. I wouldn't know myself since I've been out of it for a long time. I wokeup this morning to Master and Mistress Beth standing by my bed smiling down atme. I was sore all over and felt disoriented and confused. They laughed at metelling me it was natural to be confused since I'd been in and out of amedically induced coma over the course of the last 8 weeks or so. I had troublefocusing at first but listened to their story as best I could.
It seems Master and Daddy had a plan to change the way I lookthrough plastic surgery since they were both tired of waiting for the hormonesto do their work. After my disastrous date when my fake tits slipped off theyhad decided it was time for me to become a real sissy whore. They took theirtime explaining everything that had been done to me, enjoying my discomfort andhumiliation. I tried several times to move my hands so as to explore my body orto sit up but found I was strapped to the bed for my "own safety".
I remember Master coming toward me that morning but then itall goes black. Apparently he had injected me with a sedative then he and Daddytook me to a man who used to be a plastic surgeon but had lost his license andnow did back room "alterations" for paying clients.
Mistress seemed to get a perverse pleasure in seeing me getmore and more upset as they explained my plight. Master had the man change meto look like a complete bimbo slut. He had modified my cheekbones and shavedaway my adam's apple as well as injecting my lips with collagen and shaping myeyebrows to give my face a more feminine look.
I had been letting my hair grow out anyway and the extra twomonths had left me with shoulder length platinum blonde hair that was styled ina wavy female cut.
My hips and ass had been injected with fat and modified togive me a nice round bubble butt that Master assured me would drive all thebrothers crazy. But the worst had to be my tits. Yes I said My Tits. They werenow a permanent fixture of injected fat, growth hormones and a new chemicalthat was apparently illegal in the U.S. so I now had big round 38DD titssticking out from my chest. I couldn't see them from where I was lying but Icould certainly feel the pressure on my chest. I was horrified at the thoughtand hoped with all my heart they were just kidding. I dreaded seeing themonster they were describing.
Master then told me they had left my tiny clitty in place asa constant reminder of what I once was but they were considering removing mysmall testicles depending on how well behaved I was. That would remain aconstant threat to keep me in line.
I was crying openly now and pleading with them to let me seemyself. Mistress was laughing at my dismay and telling me I could be her newgirlfriend. Master said I was healed enough now that I could be released fromthe bed but that I'd still be sore for a few days. He said, "Luckily you canstill suck and fuck like a proper sissy whore so we have that going for us. Andwho really cares if it hurts you? At least there won't be any permanentdamage".
Master untied the straps holding me down and told me to getup and follow them to the bathroom. They didn't even lend a hand helping me upand I struggled to gain my feet. I refused to look down as I kept hoping thiswas all a dream and I stumbled after my owners to the bathroom.
Upon entering the bathroom I was stood directly in front of afull length mirror and immediately burst into sobbing tears. It was awful! Iwas physically changed forever and my shock and degradation was like music tothe ears of my once loving wife. She laughed hysterically at my reaction andMaster joined her in mocking me with his amusement.
Everything they said was true. From the top of my blonde headto my pink painted toenails I was now a true sissy. The only thing thatdestroyed the illusion of a hot, trampy, bimbo was the shrunken penis locked ina pink chastity cage. If it weren't my own reflection I was gazing at I mighteven become aroused at the image before me so complete was my transformation.My tits were amazing! My pouty lips and carefully made up face though twistedin histrionics from my crying was gorgeous. My full hips and sexy shaven legscompleted the picture and I couldn't help thinking of the gorgeous women indrawings by John Persons and Devin Dickie. I actually was one of those blackcock whores from the cuckold and interracial comics I had enjoyed before mylife was taken over by Master.
Master handed me a wad of toilet paper and told me to clean upmy tears and calm down. His threatening look told me to get myself put togetherquickly or face a beating. Sniffling and sobbing I quickly dried my tears andfought to control my emotions. When I had myself under control I finally foundmy voice and asked, "Why"?
I hardly recognized the voice that came out when I spoke. Thework the awful "doctor" had done had also altered my speaking voice to besofter and more feminine. I sounded just like a woman when I spoke, no morelike a sultry bimbo whore. The sound almost brought on a new crying fit but Imaintained control and listened to Master's explanation.
"It's simple Blanca" he said, "Your new boyfriend Art waspissed when your falsies slipped off so we upped our timetable to get yousissified. This was always the plan but I was going to take my time with yourtransformation so we could all enjoy watching you suffer slowly. But Art wasupset and wanted his bitch to look like a bitch so we got to work early. Nowyou belong to us completely. There's no way you'll be thinking of leaving orfighting back now. You are one hundred percent owned now bitch so deal withit".
Mistress Beth said, "Look Blanca you were never much of ahusband really. I mean you hardly contributed any money, you aren't handyaround the house like a real man, and you are pathetic as a lover. Seriouslyjust look at your tiny locked up clitty then think about all the real menyou've serviced with your mouth and pussy and you'll understand why thesechanges were necessary".
With my head hung low I said, "But you could have justdivorced me and let me go. I would have gone far away and you never would haveseen me again. Instead you've ruined me forever. Why do you hate me so much"?
"Awe sissy I don't hate you" my wife said, "I just don't respectyou at all. It's obvious to me and to any real man that you are inferior to usin every way. As to why we kept you around? Well that's just fun. I love seeingyou beaten down and turned into a submissive slut. It gets me wet every time Isee you humiliated. I never knew I had this side of me but now that it's freeI'm going to exploit it for all its worth. We're keeping you because it amusesus to own another human being so completely. Also it'll be nice to have aservant around to do all the housework. And Jake, Art, and all the other realmen need a sissy to abuse and use. It makes them feel superior to feminize anddegrade a pitiful white boy like you".
I was devastated. Everything I ever thought about who andwhat I was had just been turned upside down. I stared at my wife hoping to seesome sign of the woman I had married and loved but instead I saw nothing butamusement and a sneer of distain on her once innocent face.
Before I had time to collect my thoughts Master took me bythe arm and led me down the hall to the spare bedroom. I now saw it for what itwas since my mind was now catching up to its new reality. The room was made upto look like that of a prepubescent girl. The carpet and drapes were pink. The bedspreadwas a ruffled pink nightmare with a unicorn prominently displayed in thecenter. The walls were painted lighter shade of pink than the carpet and everywall sported pictures of huge Black Cocks. Framed photos of the biggest dicksimaginable. A small makeup table with a mirror were off to one side and a largewardrobe with a full length mirror on the other. I was shocked to see what hadbecome of the other bedroom in what used to be my house.
Mistress Beth was giggling when she showed me the clothingstored in the wardrobe and small accompanying dresser. It was a stripper'sdream. Any whore walking the streets in the worst parts of any major city wouldbe enamored by the collection of slut attire I was being shown. Micro skirtsand tiny dresses. Leather pants and corsets. Lingerie of every style, color,and material. Shoes, boots, sandals, and flipflops. Heels of all sizes, spikedand platform. It was everything a true slut could desire. I was in hell.
My wife, my mistress, the love of my life began helping meget ready to go visit Daddy Art. She picked out an outfit for me that wouldaccentuate all of my new curves. Mistress Beth dressed me in a red leathermicro skirt and a pair of red, silk, thigh high stockings. A red thong that justcovered my caged clitty separated my prominent ass cheeks with its thread ofanal floss. I wore a white half shirt that exposed the bottoms of my enormousbreasts with no bra so my nipples pointed straight out like twin beams oflight. On the front of my shirt the word, slut was written in a bright redcursive script. My wife fixed my hair and applied makeup to finish my sluttylook. I was gorgeous. I was a whore.
The next hour was spent teaching me to walk in six inch, red,stiletto heels which for some disturbing reason I took to quite easily.
And now it was time to go next door to visit my Daddy. Mastermet us at the bottom of the stairs and held the front door open for uswhistling as we passed and slapping my ass once while calling me a "sexy bitch".I felt as though I could cry again but new ruining my makeup would only earn mepunishment. Master and my Mistress Wife walked arm in arm across the streetlike two lovers out for a stroll as I silently sashayed behind them like aslutty little pet following its owners.
Daddy Art threw open the door as we approached and laughedout loud as he saw me. He said, "Damn that bitch really turned out all right.She is one hot fucking slut. I can't wait to get her alone".
"Oh I'm sure she can't wait to be alone with you too", mywife said to him.
Soon we were all seated in Daddy's living room. Master andMistress sat together on the loveseat with Master's arm around my wife'sshoulders holding her protectively and possessively his hand gently brushingagainst her breast.
Daddy Art sat in his recliner and I was perched on his laplike his girlfriend. Daddy was so big, so masculine, that while sitting on hislap my feet didn't even reach the floor. I must have made quite a sight. Icould feel his impressive cock pushing against my bubble butt making me squirmin discomfort as the muscular Black Man openly mauled my tits with both hands.
"These tits are amazing! I can't believe what great work theDoc did. I am loving my girl's new body" Daddy said.
"Why don't you take her for a test drive?" Master asked andMistress giggled as she saw the look of horror in my eyes.
"Great idea", Daddy said as he slowly pushed me from thechair onto the floor.
I was soon on my knees and Daddy was standing before me withhis crotch inches from my face. I could smell the musk of his massive cock andballs through the material of his sweat pants and I began to shake with fearand, wait, was that lust? Oh please no.
Daddy pushed his sweats down and since he wasn't wearing underwearhis cock sprang out and slapped against my lips causing my wife to laugh outloud.
The smell of an unwashed cock and balls invaded my senses andI wondered how many days had passed since this man's last shower.
"Suck" was the one word command from my Daddy and I knewbetter than to balk so I leaned in and took his flaccid but still impressivemember between my gaudy, puffed up lips and began the arduous chore.
My wife laughed and said, "Wow, just like a common street whore.She really did take to cock naturally".
I blushed at her words but continued to please my Daddy.
I instinctively knew not to use my hands so I sucked andlicked the huge cock tasting days of sweat and grime. I struggled to take as muchof the cock into my mouth as possible and it grew larger and thicker with eachbob of my head. Saliva was building up in my mouth and I was forced to swallowthe sweaty, slimy mixture of spit and precum as I worked, the salty tastemaking my head swim.
As I worked on Daddy's cock I could hear the sound of myMistress and Master kissing and moaning in pleasure and I knew they must looklike an amazing passionate couple exploring each other's bodies.
It didn't take long for Daddy's cock to reach its full lengthand thickness, so I was soon choking on the massive tube of flesh as it filledmy mouth and throat causing my neck to bulge out to accommodate its girth.
Daddy pushed against my forehead with his big calloused handand I felt the huge cock slowly slide from my throat, escaping from between mylips with an audible popping sound. I must have looked like a fish out of wateras my mouth kept opening and closing as if missing the sweaty treat that hadbeen taken from it too soon.
Daddy sat down on the recliner and pushed it back to fullrecline and said to me, "Mount", another command I would not disobey.
I climbed up onto the chair and straddled Daddy's lap but hesaid, "No, face the other way", so I turned around facing my wife and Master inwhat I knew to be the "reverse cowgirl" position.
Daddy's cock was coated in my thick saliva and I could feelthe dampness of its thick, mushroom shaped head as he pressed it against mytiny pussy. Damn, I really do think of my asshole as my pussy now.
A quick slap to my ass was all the incentive I needed tobegin forcing the bulbous cock head into my tight pussy. The pain was intenseand immediate and I suddenly felt the head of the cock pop into my hole.
"Damn" Daddy said, "What a tight pussy she has".
I was staring directly at Master when he said, "Oh yeah, Ihad the Doc tighten her hole and make it more elastic. It'll always feel like atight fist gripping your cock when you fuck her".
"I love it!" Daddy exclaimed as he forced the length of hiscock up inside of me.
Mistress Beth was smiling at me as she stroked Master's cockwith her right hand and fingered her pussy with her left. Master and Mistresshad removed all their clothing while I was sucking Daddy hard and were nowfondling each other in obvious foreplay.
I began to slide up and down on Daddy's cock while watchingmy beloved wife make out with my cruel Master. Soon she turned and mounted hiscock facing me in the same position I was using to fuck Daddy.
My wife and I stared at each other as we rode the huge BlackCocks of our new lovers. The look on her face one of pleasure and the look onmine of resignation to my fate.
We soon had a strong rhythm going and were fucking our menwith a passion. Daddy was gripping my ample tits and bouncing me on his cockfaster and faster, plunging balls deep with each downward stroke. Master wasapplying the same technique to my wife but in a more loving way. While itlooked like Daddy was fucking his whore, it was obvious that Master was makinglove to his woman.
The vicious, violent fucking went on for at least forty fiveminutes and sweat was pouring from all four of us. My wife was screaming out inpleasure begging her lover to fuck her harder. She yelled out, "You're so muchbetter than my faggot of a husband ever was! Never stop fucking me! I love youJake! Harder baby, harder!" much to my eternal chagrin.
I knew Daddy would expect the same from me so I screamed intime with his thrusting, "Yes Daddy! Fuck your sissy harder! I love your BigBlack Cock!" knowing full well he would appreciate such words from his slave.
Daddy came first and it felt like a cannon exploding in mybowels. I felt every shot of his potent cum as it flooded my insides. Daddypulled me close to him and held my like I was a little girl in his big thickarms. Our sweaty bodies stuck together in the throes of spent passion.
Without so much as a kind word Daddy pushed me from the chairand I landed on the floor in a heap.
"Clean" was all he said and I crawled up and began lickingour combined juices from his cock. His cum was mixed with the slimy traces of theinside of my asshole but I was familiar with the taste and did not resist.
As I was cleaning Daddy's cock I heard Master shout out hisown orgasm over the sound of my wife screaming out what had to be her eighth orninth shattering orgasm.
I licked and sucked Daddy's cock clean as Master and Mistresscame down from their sexual high.
Just as I finished cleaning my Daddy I was ordered by Masterto crawl over and finish my clean up duties.
I dragged my tired body over to my wife and her lover andbegan to lick and suck his still massive cock and balls clean of their combinedlove making.
The taste was much more pleasant than that of Daddy's cock asthe thick cum was mixed with my wife's sexual fluids.
When Master was satisfied with my work he pushed me over toMistress and I began the chore of cleaning out her pussy with my tired tongue.I scooped out several mouthfuls of thick cum swallowing it all while she smileddown at me and petted my hair like she would a pet dog.
It took longer to clean her than it had the men as I had toreally get in there and suck out all the cum Master had deposited. When Ifinished I hoped for a kind word from my wife but instead she said, "Good workfag. Now go kneel by your Daddy like a good little sissy bitch".
I crawled across the floor and knelt by Daddy's chair and hebegan petting me as my wife had. I felt so humiliated, so lost, but strangelyvery much at home.
Master and Mistress dressed and my wife said to Daddy, "Wellwe are out of here. We're going out tonight for dinner and a movie. You keepthe sissy here with you overnight and we'll pick her up in the morning".
Master glared at me and said, "Be a good girl for your Daddyand do everything he tells you to do or I will beat your fat ass".
And that was it. They left me. Daddy continued to pet my hairas he said, "So here's how things will be from now on. You are my newgirlfriend and will act accordingly. You will dress like a slutty little whoreat all times. You will obey every command. You will suck and fuck anyone I tellyou to and you will work the streets for me. Yes my little slut, you willbecome an official whore for your Daddy. I may even start using you to bring inmore clients for my business. I own your ass bitch. How do you like that?" heasked as he continued to pet me like a dog.
"Yes Daddy" I said with a shaking, feminine voice. "I will dowhatever you say Daddy".
With that the big man got up from his chair and began walkingtoward the stairs. "Let's go to bed sissy. Daddy wants some more of your sweetlips and pussy. I've got a lot of pent up energy to work off. After all I'vebeen waiting two months for my girl to come visit".
I slowly got to my feet and followed Daddy up the stairs tostart the next chapter of my life as a Black Man's sissy, slut, and slave.
Thus endsthe latest chapter in the saga of Blanca the sissy slave. I'm sorry it took solong and I hope you like it. Drop me a line at brianmasters67@yahoo.com to let meknow.
Peace, Love,and Good Scotch!
Brian