Chapter 2
When he woke up, it was like waking from a very vivid dream.
Oddly enough he quickly accepted that it had not been a dream, but he
did find the determination that had been missing the day before. It may
have been a longtime sexual fantasy of his to be feminized against his
will, but in the real world it couldn't happen. He had a life back home
and he had to get free. As he began squirming towards the door in the
hope of finding some kind of way out of his bonds, he discovered that he
had a most embarrassing erection, one that did not exclusively come from
his need to pee. Apparently he still thought the situation very sexy.
The leash easily came off the bedpost and he was able to move across the
floor towards the door.
He didn't get far, however, before he heard the sound of Master's
footsteps coming across the floor. "So you woken up to discover that you
want out after all?" Master's sneering voice said, coming from somewhere
above his head. As he turned to look Master grabbed his shoulder and
flipped him onto his back. With his left hand he grabbed the leash to
Phil's cock, stretching it until Phil whined with pain. In his right
hand was a bamboo cane. Before he began he said: "Never, ever try to
escape. Never, ever try to disobey, you useless round-eyed slut! You are
mine now and you had better remember that." Then he used the came to
deliver a series of extremely painful blows to Phil's exposed testicles.
At first the pain was so bad that he couldn't even scream, but after ten
blows or so he began screaming and crying like a silly bitch. When
Master finally stopped Phil tried begging, but all that came out through
his ring-gag were whining gurgles. Master responded by slapping him in
the face until he shut up. Then he flipped him over again and entered
him from behind.
The fucking was furious this time, with Master thrusting in and out of
Phil as if he tried stabbing him with his cock. For the first time
Master's fucking felt like a rape, like he was still punishing Phil, a
feeling that was further enhanced when Master grabbed Phil's balls and
slowly began squeezing them together until Phil began screaming again,
this time a desperate high-pitched whine. Paradoxically this brutal rape
turned Phil on. He didn't understand it, couldn't understand it, but it
actually made him lust for Master and brought back the delicious feeling
of being owned. His genitals were still too tender to get hard, but he
felt a definite stirring as Master pounded into him, never letting the
pressure off his balls so that Phil spent the entire fucking whining
pitifully. As Master came he used his other hand to grab Phil's hair and
force his head painfully back as he screamed insults into Phil's face
and squeezed Phil's balls even more brutally than before. His orgasm
lasted for a long, long time and when he finally let go of Phil, Phil
collapsed on the floor, rolling up into a ball as he continued to whine.
The pain was unbelievable, but the brutal fucking had reestablished the
order from the day before; that Phil was on his way to becoming a
sissified slave slut and that he actually looked forward to the
prospect, albeit with fear and dread.
For now Master left him to get ready for the day. On his way to the
bathroom he gave Xue an order and soon she appeared kneeling by Phil's
side. She bent forward and ever so gently enfolded his bruised and
beaten cock in her amazingly soft mouth. The feeling was sexy in the
extreme, but Phil was still hurting too badly to get hard. It didn't
seem like that was what she wanted either as she took her lips away from
him to say something to him. Since she spoke Chinese, he understood
nothing and with a little moue of frustration she again took him in her
mouth. Then, holding him with one hand, she used the other one to find a
spot in his crotch, beneath his balls somewhere on the bundle of nerves
sitting close to the surface there. With her nails she suddenly pinched
a very small spot viciously and just like that Phil lost control of his
bladder. Unable to even slow the flow down he let go, flooding her mouth
with a river of piss. It seemed that this was what she had tried to tell
him, for she was ready for it, easily swallowing all of his piss. As she
drained him for urine he realized how much he had needed to pee and
marveled at how Master seemingly already knew so much about his bodily
functions.
When his bladder was completely empty, Xue released he grip on the spot
and on his cock, letting his limp member slide out of her mouth. Then
she crawled over to a spot just outside the bathroom door, slightly to
the right so that she wasn't in the way. Here she knelt with her
forehead pressed to the floor, waiting for Master without moving a
muscle.
After dressing Master took his two slaves, Phil still tied up the same
way he had been since the day before and Xue still naked except for her
corset, her heel and her chastity device, into a dining room where
breakfast was set for him an his slaves. Master ate at the table while
Xue and Phil ate from bowls set out on the floor. Once breakfast was
over, it was time to leave. First Xue was made ready for the trip. A
truly enormous dildo was forced down her throat, held in place by a
strap around her neck. She was only able to breathe through a small hole
down the center of the dildo. When it was all the way in, Xue stood with
tears in her eyes, her throat convulsing silently as she tried to
adjust. To complement this an equally monstrous butt-plug was shoved up
her ass; an action that looked like made Xue dizzy with delight. Then
she was tied up in a black, rubber straightjacket, which held her arms
tight to her body and had a very broad and solid-looking strap going
through her crotch, holding her monster butt-plug in place and
compressing her already imprisoned genitals most uncomfortably. Finally
her head was sealed inside a thick, black rubber hood. Just before the
hood obscured her face, Phil saw that she had a dreamy look on her face
as she clearly enjoyed being Master's sissy slave, tied up tightly.
A leash was attached to Xue's collar and then Master led her and Phil
out of the house. Phil had acquired some measure of skill in walking in
his stilettos, but down stairs was still difficult. In the end though,
Phil stood next to the Mercedes limousine that was waiting to take him
to his new life. He wanted to rebel, to yell out, but who would react?
The bodyguards just eyed him contemptuously as one of them opened the
door. Two other bodyguards had already tied Xue's legs together and put
her into the trunk, where they restricted her movement further by
strapping her thighs to her calves and the folding her upper body down,
balling her up as straps went around her back and under her legs. As the
lid of the trunk closed she was nothing more than a ball of black, bound
rubber
But just as Master and Phil were about to enter the car, a man ran down
the stairs and said something to The General. It looked urgent because
Master shouted some orders in Chinese to the bodyguards and followed the
man into the house again. The orders made all the bodyguards smile and
look expectantly at Phil. One of them grabbed Phil's leash as all of
them moved towards a small building next to the main house. They moved
at a brisk pace and Phil struggled to keep up, mincing along in his
stilettos. Xue was simply left in the trunk of the car.
Inside the building was a large, almost empty room with some chairs and
a table. The guards wasted no time and very soon Phil was bent over
being fucked up the ass by one guard, while another fucked his face. As
the cock in his mouth began shooting its load, it was shoved down Phil's
throat forcing him to swallow, while denying him breath. The jism just
kept coming and soon Phil was out of air and he began thrashing
hopelessly to break free. Breaking free was out of the question. Not
only did the guard fucking his face hold his head much too tightly, but
the guard fucking his ass effectively pinned him against the other
guard. Phil had begun seeing spots and was convinced they were going to
kill him when the cock was finally pulled out of his throat.
He coughed and retched as he was able to breathe again, barely feeling
the cum leaking out of his ass and running down the inside of his leg.
He wasn't given much time to catch his breath. Two other bodyguards had
been standing by and soon his mouth and ass were filled again as Phil
assumed the role he would have for the rest of his life, that of
sissy-slave slut.
When all the bodyguards had fucked him, he was convinced that his ass
had been torn apart. He felt like someone had rammed a pole up his ass
and left him sitting on it for two days. He wasn't sure he would be able
to walk properly again. None of this bothered the bodyguards, who
seemingly spoke only Chinese and who responded to even weak word-like
sounds from Phil by slapping him furiously. Phil had even given up hope
of being allowed to cum. Because the real embarrassing part about the
gang rape he had just been through, was the fact that his cock was
erect, hard, throbbing and very needy. He wanted to beg them to allow
him to cum, but even the slightest sound from him resulted in a beating.
His situation was made even worse by the fact that the leash around his
scrotum kept the blood from running back and thus made sure his erection
stayed painfully hard.
The bodyguards had left Phil standing in the middle of the floor, cum
leaking out of both his ass and his mouth. He didn't dare move, didn't
dare make a sound. His ass was already covered with red marks from the
day before and their hands had only made it worse. His ass cheeks were a
bright red from all the slapping. Phil's eyes were humiliatingly red
from crying and his cock was embarrassingly hard. The guards didn't seem
to care. Their lust temporarily sated they obviously discussed what to
do with him and after a short while one of them picked up the phone and
dialed a number. He talked cautiously and actually bowed a few times, so
Phil guessed he was talking to Master. At the end of the short
conversation the guard broke out in a huge grin and obviously thanked
Master. He then said something to the others and then they smiled too as
two of them left the room, while two others approached Phil.
The two guards removed the handcuffs holding Phil's elbows and waited
for the guards who had left to come back. The rest stood by chatting.
The two returned with a number of leather items. The first proved to be
leather sack for Phil's arms. Phil tried to fight them, but to no avail.
Soon his arms were tied in a back prayer, sealing them inside a tight
black leather sack that now held between his arms between his shoulder
blades. Fighting them had been futile for many reasons. First of all
there were far too many of them. Second of all his new footwear made it
very difficult to get proper footing, but most importantly there was his
erection. It is very hard to fight someone when all you really want to
do, is to beg him to let you cum. Phil's rubbing against the guards,
producing waves of unwanted pleasure, had broken what little will to
fight he had left and he had stood completely still with expectation as
one of the guards had grabbed his cock, forcing him to stop moving. Phil
had stared imploringly at the guard to make him stroke his cock, but the
guard had just grinned with derision and in the end Phil had been unable
to stop himself from making little thrusting movements in the man's
hand, while the others tied his arms. Phil had stopped noticing his arms
and was instead completely focused on his cock. The guard held it
lightly and it was hard for Phil to find enough friction in the man's
hand, slippery as it was from Phil's own pre-cum. When his arms were
sealed inside the leather sack and the other guards stepped back, Phil
didn't even notice. Instead he was making urgent gurgling, little
moaning sounds as his hips jerked and he tried get off. The spectacle
made all the bodyguards laugh, but this time the humiliation only
increased his arousal and he began moving towards an orgasm. His breath
became labored and urgent and just as he was about to cum, the guard let
go of his cock, leaving Phil hanging.
Phil let out a high-pitched, pitiful moaning sound, sounding much more
like a bitch in heat than a strong and self-confident Karate instructor.
The guards roared with laughter.
Then they proceeded with the next leather item. This proved to be a
black leather corset, with strong steel supports. Getting it on was a
struggle even for the well-trained guards and when they were finished,
Phil took small shallow breaths. It extended from his nipples to his
hips and as he briefly caught his own reflection in a pane of glass, he
was amazed at how much his narrower his waist had become. Even with his
well-developed muscles, his short hair, square jaw and muscular chest,
together with the six-inch heels it made him look surprisingly feminine.
The guards seemed to like the transformation too, because they now
launched into a new round of fucking, again and again fucking his ass
and face, but never touching his increasingly needy cock. In the end he
was crying and pleading them to touch his cock, but all his begging got
him was slaps and laughter. When they were through with him he lay on
the floor in a pool of cum leaking out of his ass and mouth, sobbing
with need.
That is how Master found him, lying in a puddle of jism, his cock
painfully erect. The moment Phil saw Master he tried to get to his
knees, but failed miserably, so he lay prone in front of The General as
he stood over him: "You really are a useless slut. My men tell me that
you are a terrible fuck, hardly worth sticking your cock into. Well,
we'll do something about that very soon, I promise you that." With that
Master grabbed Phil by the hair and pulled him to his knees. He looked
down at Phil upturned face and said: "The blowjob you are about to give
me had better be fantastic." Then he took out his cock and put it in
front of Phil's face. Phil knew what he must do and there was no
hesitation as he took Master in his mouth. He would have loved to be
able to wrap his lips around Master's magnificent member, but the
ring-gag prevented that, so he had to settle for using his tongue. Phil
was hopeless, but he tried very hard. After a few minutes of
enthusiastic but inept sucking, Master took matters him his own hands,
grabbed the back of Phil's head and fucked his face furiously,
repeatedly forcing Phil to deepthroat him. Master came in stream of jism
Phil had trouble keeping up with as he tried swallowing it all and some
of it ran down his cheek. This made Master furious and after informing
Phil what a useless slut he was, he used a leather belt to whip Phil
furiously, once again covering his ass and legs with fresh red welts and
reducing Phil to a sobbing bitch, his cock still embarrassingly hard.
Phil's erect cock did not go unnoticed and Master shouted an order at
one of the guards. The man quickly brought a rough wooden box, which he
placed in front of Phil. When Phil knelt, the top the box was level with
his erect cock. Master then stepped on the head of Phil's cock with his
expensive Italian leather shoe, grinding it against the rough wooden
surface of the box. It was extremely painful and most humiliating. It
was just what Phil had needed. In a matter of minutes he was emitting
urgent little shrieks and not long after he exploded in a most glorious
orgasm, his hips pumping in thin air, grinding his cock against Master's
shoe and the rough wooden surface under it.
When his orgasm finally died down, he collapsed on his side to the sound
of derisive laughter. He was not allowed to rest, however, as Master
commanded him to lick up his own cum. Phil's face burned with shame, but
there was no hesitation as he licked up his own cum and all the cum that
had spilled out of his ass and mouth. The cum was revolting and the
floor was dirty, but Phil knew he had no choice. Besides he was already
beginning to harbor affectionate feelings for this cruel man who had
enslaved him. Phil knew it was weak to give in like this even before the
fight had really begun, but he couldn't help himself. Master was so
strong and dominant and Phil's submissive desires had been hidden for so
long. Now they simply welled up and overwhelmed him, driving him to want
to be owned by Master, even though deep down he knew that life as
Master's property would probably be extreme hard, painful, humiliating
and in all likelihood also short. In spite of all this Phil wanted to be
owned by Master at that moment.
General Wang recognized the look in Phil's face. It was the look Xue and
all his other slaves had and he knew that Phil had been a good choice.
But then again the man who was destined be a pretty sissy, had radiated
the suppressed need to be owned and abused to anyone who knew what to
look for.
For now General Wang took the third item, a black leather hood with only
an opening at the mouth, and sealed Phil's head inside. Then he pulled
him to his feet, grabbed his leash and led him to the Mercedes. Phil's
cock had been going soft when he had started licking cum off the floor,
but squirming along the cold, hard and dirty floor provided enough
friction for him to get hard as he thought about being fucked by Master,
and now Phil's cock was once again rock hard.
Inside the limousine Phil was made to kneel on the floor between
Master's legs and here he performed countless blowjobs, gradually
learning some of the art as he was taken away to his new life. The
General lived outside Shanghai and the trip was planned for several
days, with a few stops along the way.
When Phil was finally allowed to stop licking Master's magnificent cock,
his jaws were numb, as were his lips and his tongue. He was so tired
that he just wanted to drop down and sleep, but of course Master had
other plans.
As the day drew to a close the limousine and the chase cars pulled up to
a mansion in the countryside. The house stood very isolated at the edge
of a small woodland area. It was surrounded by a high wall, which looked
mostly decorative, as if the owner didn't really need protection.
Phil saw none of this as he was pulled from the car. He was simply
pulled to his feet and dragged by his cock-leash up some stairs and into
the house. Although he couldn't see it, Xue was also extracted from the
boot of the car and carried into the house, but she wasn't untied.
Instead she was deposited in what would be Master's bedroom for the
duration of the stay.
Master did, however, not join Xue. Instead he dragged the bound and
hooded Phil into the main room of the house. As Phil's hood was removed
and he was able to see, what he saw disturbed and mystified him. He was
in a very large room painted all in black with red lamps on the walls.
This meant that the center of the room where he stood was quite dark,
except for a spot right in front of him, which was brightly lit from a
spotlight in the ceiling. Sitting on a huge stone chair, almost a
throne, in this ray of white light was a small Chinese woman. Although
she was middle-aged, perhaps fifty or sixty, she had a body many years
younger than her face. She was dressed in a black, ankle length silk
dress, which clung tightly to her body. Her hair was pulled back in a
tight bun and from her each of her ears dangled an earring that looked
exactly like a pair of gilded testicles.
On either side of her stood a sissy slave, the like of which Phil had
never seen before. Both were completely bald, without even eyebrows.
They had nice breasts and an extremely narrow waist, held in place by a
small but brutal, black corset. Apart from the corset they wore only a
steel collar and a pair of ballet-toed black boots with heels at least
nine inches high, forcing them to stand on the tips of their toes all
the time. Other than that they were naked.
There were several things that set them apart from any sissy slave Phil
had ever seen pictures of before. First of all they were very small.
They looked to be in their late twenties or early thirties, and their
arms and hands were impossibly delicate and feminine. Two things made
Phil shiver with fear: Both had been castrated, their cocks now tiny,
limp and useless things between their legs, and both bore a strong
family resemblance to each other and to the woman in the chair. His
suspicions were never confirmed, but Phil thought they might be the
woman's sons and that it was their balls she used as earrings. The woman
was small, about 5'2", but Phil guessed that the castrated sissy slaves
to just short of five feet. They stood quietly at her side, looking
submissively down. Phil wondered what the woman had done to them to keep
them so small.
Master and the woman clearly knew each other. They chatted away while
Phil looked at the castrated sissy slaves in sexually excited horror. As
soon as the pleasantries were over, their attention turned to Phil. The
woman looked at him with disgusted interest, said something in Chinese
and grabbed his cock-leash and led him to a corner of the room. Here
stood what appeared to be stone altar. As he was tied down spread-eagle
on it, Phil began to suspect that they were going to castrate him and he
began to cry and beg. Master put an end to his pitiful whining by
slapping his balls and telling him to shut up: "Useless round-eyed
bitch!" he sneered, "Mistress Ming isn't going to cut off your useless,
little clitty-thing, though you may soon wish she had. Now be quiet!"
Once he was tied down everything he wore was removed: his stilettos, his
corset, his gag and his collar. He was now completely naked. The woman
gave an order to the castrated slaves and both she and Master turned to
leave the room.
Before they left the slaves knelt and kissed the shoes of Master and the
woman, lingering at their mistress' feet, clearly savoring the moment,
enjoying the worship of their mistress. They remained kneeling until
Mistress Ming and Master had left the room.
As they knelt Phil could see that they were both plugged with a monster
butt-plug. When Master and the woman were gone, they stood up in the red
twilight of the room and came to stand on either side of the stone slap
Phil lay on. It must have required some effort since they were so small,
but they swiftly and seemingly effortlessly clambered onto the altar to
kneel on either side of Phil.
They started by torturing Phil a little. Showing exceptional skill with
their hands and especially their mouths, they made Phil hard and needy
in no time. Then they kept him there without allowing him to cum, for
what seemed like an hour. After just a few minutes Phil was pleading to
be allowed to cum and no long after that he was begging with tears in
his eyes. He was desperate, but there was to be no relief and in the end
they just left him hanging, Phil's cock twitching in free air, desperate
for attention that didn't come. The castrated brothers finished by
kissing and fondling each other passionately for several minutes, until
both withdrew, their eyes filled with desperation and lust that would
never, ever find release. Their limp sex hung useless between their
legs, not even twitching.
Even in his haze of unfulfilled sexual desire Phil thought it extremely
cruel that they had apparently not "only" been castrated, but they had
somehow, perhaps chemically, kept their sexual desires. Their mother had
made it completely impossible for them to get any kind of sexual
gratification, but had at the same time insured that they would remain
horny and thus amplifying their loss.
After kissing and fondling a bit more, each produced a small bottle of
some kind of oil and a piece of what looked like fine sandpaper. Then,
as if they were polishing a piece of fine furniture or the deck of an
old wooden ship, they used the sandpaper and the oil to rub all of
Phil's skin. They rubbed an extremely small area at a time, rubbing it
until all the hairs were gone and the skin was red and raw. It took all
night and after less than one hour Phil's groans turned to screaming.
Around midnight they turned him onto his chest without even the
slightest bit of resistance. Phil was now emitting little pathetic
screams and the thought of resisting had been removed from his mind when
one of the two sissies held a knife to his groin. The thought of being
castrated almost sent him into a panic, so he let the tiny castrated
sissies do their worst.
When morning came around all of Phil's hair, except for the hair on his
head and his eyebrows had been permanently removed and Phil was the
color of a giant red welt and he had been reduced to whimpering softly.
There was no more resistance left in him. To finish the ordeal Master
and Mistress Ming came to inspect the progress and although the tiny
sissies cringed at their feet, they saw nothing that would cause them to
punish the poor sissies. They did, however, do horrible things to Phil.
As Master watched with a satisfied grin, Mistress Ming took an
ancient-looking pair of pliers and pulled out all of his teeth. Phil
screamed and cried but at the first hint of resistance, she brought the
pliers down to his crotch. Terrified Phil decided that he would rather
loose his teeth than his balls.
Finally Phil was toothless as well as hairless and once that was
accomplished Mistress Ming and Master left him again to the little
sissies.
Then finally something nice happened to him. With a warning glance they
undid all of his bindings and when they were sure he wouldn't resist,
they covered all of his body with a thick layer of perfumed cream. It
was deliciously cool and pleasant against his skin, for the first time
taking away the pain. Then, making sure that he was covered in a thick
layer of the stuff, they pulled a rubber sack up around him, sealing him
inside from head to toe and leaving only his nose free. The rubber held
the cream in place and for the first time in a long time Phil could
relax. Before sealing the rubber sack they first made him drink a lot of
water. Then one of the sissies took his member in his mouth and motioned
for him to release the content of his bladder. Letting go was nice, but
the blowjob that followed was much, much nicer, at least until he was
once again left hanging unfulfilled. Lathering up his cock in the
perfumed cream, they closed the sack leaving only a hole free around his
nose so that he could breathe. His bound form was then strapped to the
stone table and Phil fell asleep securely bound in his rubber cocoon,
whimpering softly as his needy and twitching erection slowly died down.
He didn't know for how long he was sealed inside the rubber sack, tied
down, unable to move, but it did feel strangely comfortable. The pain
from his hair removal went away and he was left in the silent and
unmoving darkness. He felt owned and controlled, feelings that were both
welcome and cause for almost panicky alarm. His old self wanted to
rebel, to break free and gain the independence he had had only a few
days ago. But more and more he felt the need to be owned and controlled
and the mere thought of Master and his magnificent cock made Phil hard
with lust. He was acutely aware that he was very rapidly being turned
into very submissive sissy-slave. He should probably be fighting it, but
it was hard. He was completely controlled all the time and there was the
little matter of his ever-mounting arousal. It seemed that his old
forced-feminization fantasies were stronger and more deeply embedded
than he had suspected. He knew he should resist, but he would much
rather submit. The mere thought of being allowed to serve Master orally
made him groan with lust and when he thought of his now complete lack of
teeth, his feelings were not so much of loss but of lust. The thought of
sucking Master with smooth gums, robbed of even the ability to bite the
hand that owned him, turned him on more than he thought possible.
Eventually the sack was removed. Phil felt quite weak and he didn't put
up a fight as he was once again tied spread-eagle on the stone table. It
felt good to be out of his cocoon and feel the air on his naked body.
His skin felt nice, new and very soft as the little castrated sissies
touched it. Although he didn't know it the painful process had insured
that he would never have a single hair on his body again. It had also
made his skin soft and feminine and the cream had imbued it with a soft
and pleasant perfumed smell that would linger for the rest of his life.
When the tiny sissies had tied him down again and washed him, they
teased his cock until it once again stood throbbing with need and Phil's
good feelings had been replaced with unfulfilled need.
Mistress Ming and Master found him like that, tied down, whimpering with
need, his new skin glistening softly. Master came to stand next to
Phil's head and Phil didn't hesitate when Master took out his cock and
put it in his mouth. Phil sucked eagerly, greedily determined to show
Master that he was a good little sissy-slave. His technique was lousy,
but Master smiled at the determination. It was as he had suspected all
along: Phil had just been waiting to be taken, had practically begged
for it.
When Master had shot his load, Mistress Ming took over. She looked
curiously at Phil and said something to him. Master translated:
"Mistress Ming says that you are a worthless, little sissy-shit and that
I should castrate you right away." Phil emitted a small scream at this,
but Master only smiled and continued translating: "But, she says, since
I'm not going to do that right now, it is time we found you a proper
name. Since you are a sissy-shit, you must have a properly girlish name
and since you are going to become a Chinese sissy, it must be a Chinese
name." Master smiled and turned his attention directly to Phil: "Very
soon English is going to be complete nonsense to you and you will only
understand Chinese. It's going to be very painful for you, something I
am of course looking forward to." Phil gasped, but Master only returned
his attention to Mistress Ming. Again Master translated her words:
"Mistress Ming says that she is going to use an ancient method for
finding your true name."
With that Master stepped back to watch as Mistress Ming did her thing.
Her primary instrument for determining Phil's new name was causing him
extreme pain. First she put a hard, round pillow under Phil's lower back
so that his ass was raised and his crotch now pointed straight up, his
needy cock still twitching uselessly. With access to his ass now much
easier, she started by just inserting one finger. She moved it gently
around making Phil even more needy. As she withdrew it Phil was
completely relaxed from the cautious and pleasant examination. Mistress
Ming used this opportunity to ram a huge dildo covered with knobs and
ridges up his ass with so much force that his teeth would have jarred
had he had any. Phil emitted a groan of pain and surprise as it was
rammed in to the hilt. His groaning soon turned to screaming as it
turned out that the dildo had been covered with chili oil. It soon began
to burn and Phil whimpered and thrashed uselessly as he tried to escape
the pain.
There was, however, no escape and without taking note of Phil's pathetic
little screams she turned her evil attention to his cock. She
momentarily stilled his screaming and thrashing as she took a firm grip
on the root of his cock and slowly slid her hand up the shaft. The
sensation made Phil weak with lust. But as before the good feelings were
all too quickly gone. Unseen by Phil, Mistress Ming had at her side a
small pillow full of needles. The needles were about five inches long
and very thin and very sharp. The first needle pierced Phil's cock right
through the head. Phil went wild with pain and surprise, but no amount
of thrashing could prevent Mistress Ming from going on. With steady
precision she pierces his erect cock with one long, sharp needle after
another. The pain was so bad that Phil actually vomited from the pain,
but still she kept up her careful needlework. After about three needles
Mistress Ming had insured that his cock would remain hard and throbbing
by inserting a needle in his scrotum in a special spot. Not only did
this needle, when inserted, make Phil scream like a little girl, it also
made his cock stay painfully hard.
Mistress Ming was an extremely methodical woman. She inserted the
needles in vertical columns in Phil's poor tortured cock. One column
contained six needles and when she was finished with his cock it had six
columns of needles piercing it, thirty-six needles in all. Phil's voice
was raw from screaming and the little castrated sissies had wiped away
vomit several times. To cap it off Mistress Ming pierced his balls as
well. Each testicle got three needles and Phil passed out from the pain
several times. Each time she patiently woke him up so that he was
conscious for the next one. When she was finished Phil lay twitching in
pain, emitting panicky little screams. He was convinced that he would
never again be able to use his cock and that she was simply preparing to
castrate him properly.
It didn't seem so, however. Instead she put on thick leather gloves and
began stroking the needles. The stroking twisted and turned the needles,
causing him even more pain. With each stroke Mistress Ming recited a
name and she recited each name twelve times. When she had been through
at least twenty names, Phil was covered in sweat, all the muscles in his
body were trembling and his voice had been screamed out. All he had left
was a little scared wheezing when she touched the needles in his cock.
But then, after more than twenty-five names, something strange happened.
As she said the name the first time and stroked the needles, a strange
feeling of uncontrollable delight mingled with the extreme pain and
Phil's crotch involuntarily thrust upwards as if wanting to fuck. With
each stroking and each recital of this name Phil's strange and extremely
painful excitement mounted and at the twelfth stroke, he exploded in the
most painful orgasm imaginable. He tried screaming but no sound came out
as his hips thrust upwards and his cum spurted out in a cascade that
didn't seem to want to stop.
When it was over, Phil lay limply as the little sissies licked his body
clean of his cum and Mistress Ming, as painfully as she could, removed
the needles again. He wanted to scream and thrash, but there was no
energy or strength left. When all the needles had been removed, Mistress
Ming and her castrated and sissified slaves, who were probably her sons,
left the room. Master again stood next to Phil's head and Phil tried
croaking: "Master" as he saw him. Only a weak croak came out, but Master
smiled nonetheless as he gently stroked Phil's cheek and said: "Mistress
Ming found you a good name. You must have been waiting a long time for
someone to sissify you, for I have never seen anyone react so
explosively to this little ritual." Phil smiled happily at Master. The
torture had broken him and somehow made him much more receptive to
Master's wishes and demands and he so wanted to please this cruel man.
Master continued: "The name she found for you is "Lien". It means Lotus
and I think it is most appropriate for you my little sissy-slave." With
that he leaned down and kissed Phil, now called Lien, deeply. It felt
good to Lien to be kissed so by Master. With her his name came a new
persona as Phil Green, the strong and independent Karate instructor was
replaced by Lien, Master's little sissy-toy.
Even though he had caused him extreme pain, taken away his freedom and
mutilated him physically, Phil, or Lien as he was beginning to think of
himself, felt deeply grateful to Master for his kindness. Him voice was
gone, but Lien still managed to beg Master to fuck him. Master responded
with a cruel smile and slapped her. "Slaves do not have the right to
make requests." It did not, however, stop him from undoing Lien's
bindings, flipping him over on his stomach and fucking him furiously.
Not only was the fucking painful in itself, but Master also reached
around and squeezed Lien's balls, making him scream, or rather try to
scream, with his broken voice. When Master came he squeezed his genitals
so hard that Lien passed out. The brutality of his fucking didn't stop
him from feeling pleasantly owned when he came to. On the contrary, it
amplified his feeling that this was good and right, that he really
didn't deserve to be free and that he was much better off as Master's
property.
