Chapter 3: The First Couple of Months

Upon her return to the bikers camp, Moesha was advised of her husband’s fate, that he was now working for a dominatrix as a sissy boy, meaning that he was being dressed up as a woman and having sex with men. They also advised her that he would be brought back to the camp, once every other week and it would be two weeks before he returned next. They told her that if she did as she was told, she would be allowed six hours, of her normal waking time, together, alone with her husband.

Moesha, quickly fell into a daily pattern of having sex with just about everyone in camp, men and women alike. The men basically took her any time anywhere, while the women were forced to put on a show of their coupling with the beautiful captive bride. They would either make love in the 69 position or Moesha would be eating on woman out while one or two banged her poor little cunt with huge, strap-on dildos. Occasionally she would be the third in a menage a trois. She was being used so much of her waking hours, that she didn’t have much time to wonder about her husband.

Zack was rapidly transforming into Monique. In addition to picking up the female mannerisms, his skin was getting softer, he wasn’t needing to shave as often, and most importantly he was enjoying getting fucked in his fake pussy. While he still had a problem with taking it in the ass, he was beginning to object less and less to sucking other men off, even ones with larger dicks, which he seemed to get more of at time went on.

In the middle of his second full week there, he began to get concerned about those pills, Mistress made him take, as his nipples started to get sensitive, and when the men were fulling around with him, they seemed to always get noticeably hard. By the end of the second week, he also noticed that his pecks, or breasts seemed to be growing, and now, there was no question, that his nipples had grown, both in length and width. Mistress had also rigged up a new contraption that would link his nipples to those on the fake tits.

It entailed clamping a ring to his areolas, then when someone played with the fake nipples, his nipples were similarly stimulated, so that he responded with all the right facial expressions, heart rate picking up, breathing becoming labored, and best of all, the feeling zapped itself right down to his pussy covered cock. Zack/Monique couldn’t believe the differences he was feeling about his environment and how he was beginning to interact with people in a more effeminate way. Even crying when a client would say something especially harsh about Monique herself, or the way she dressed or performed. He was sure all of this was a result of those pills, but knew it was no use complaining, as they already told him he could swallow the pills or take a shot from a needle in it’s stead.

It was at this time that Mistress also began alternating between making him jog an hour and a half in the morning and doing high impact aerobics in the house. He also got his first bras at this time, as he certainly couldn’t be out jogging in anything but a sports bra, not covered by a blouse and light cotton pants that are so tight, that the woman wearing them displays every crook and nanny of her body. With more tit flesh there, and with it properly squished together, his cleavage too was becoming more noticeable. Of course, he had to even jog, with the Ben Wa balls inside of fake pussy, which always made him cum three to six times while he was out jogging, which would leave a nice big wet circle around his fake cunt to humiliate him as the men all sniggered as they passed him, some even made crude comments about how hot she must be in bed.

By the time he was to be given his day off, to see his wife, he was really concerned, his breasts were approximately ‘AA’ cup sized tits, with really big nipples. The morning that he was going home, he was forced sit around naked, other than a robe, in full makeup, including the wig and his pierced earrings, for his driver to pick him up. When the Bob arrived, he took Zack into the bedroom and fucked him hard and fast in each of his holes, surprised at how close to a real pussy, Zack’s fake one was, and even more surprised at how close to a real woman’s responses, Zack’s were while he was getting fucked in his fake pussy.

The whole time that he was screwing Zack, he viciously manhandled his new larger nipples, sometimes even making Zack cry out in lust, but usually in pain. After the thorough fucking, Zack was allowed to remove the wig and Mistress even helped him remove all the makeup and his artificial pussy. Bob at first objected to her removing the fake pussy, but Mistress told him that was what Dean, himself, had ordered. He then got dressed in the clothes that he came in, butt plug and all.

When he got back to camp, Moesha was in the middle of a gang bang. About fifteen men were milling around waiting their turn at one of her three orifices. Although he knew that his wife, as he was, was being forced into doing this, she obviously was receiving some amount of enjoyment from being used like this. It made him wonder, if they even got out of here, if they’d ever be able to have a normal life together, or would she at some point miss getting screwed regularly by all those big cocks and if not wanting to get gang banged, would at least want to get screwed by a man with a large cock. “I guess we’ll cross that bridge, when we get there.” He thought to himself as he waited, while he was forced to watch his wife perform like some whore.

Moesha didn’t even notice Zack was watching her, they were fucking her so fast and furiously until about an hour and a half after he arrived. She no longer was getting sore from all the fucking she was getting on a regular basis and in fact was beginning to enjoy all the attention her body received, even though some of it was rougher than she preferred. It certainly beat the hell out of the treatment she got at that whore house she was forced to work at for five days, and she besides, she orgasmed several times with each fuck she received, cunt or ass and that definitely helped soothe her otherwise rough edges over.

It took her another three hours to satisfy all the bikers, before she got to spend some quality time with her husband. Even though she wasn’t allowed to clean up before going to their hut, meaning her body, especially her face, tits and back were still covered in the bikers slimy leavings not to mention having her cunt and ass full of it as well, she looked forward to this first, truly private time with him, hoping for sure that he’d consummate their marriage, even though she had fucked so many other men, and animals since their wedding night that she had lost count a long time ago. Zack took her in his arms and gave her a big hug and kiss. Then, just as they were heading to their hut, Dean appeared.

“Hi! How are our newly weds? Hope everything is going alright for you two love birds.” he said sarcastically. “Before you two go off alone, we’d like to see you consummate your marriage in front of all of us. We’ve even brought out a mattress just for that purpose.”

They knew there wasn’t a choice and Zack undressed and the two got onto the mattress. For half an hour, Moesha, sucked him off, talked dirty to him, ran her erect nipples up and down his chest, but nothing she did even produced the slightest rise out of his manhood.

“False alarm, guys! I guess they won’t be consummating their marriage today. Moesha, you still get him to yourself for six hours of private time, because that’s what I promised you if you cooperated, and you have been more than cooperative since coming back from your training at the whore house. In fact, I’d say you’re the best piece of ass here. You certainly take on more than your fair share of the cocks and pussy to go around and haven’t complained at all. Now you two love birds go on to your room.” He announced.

“What have you done to him? He can’t get it up! He certainly was getting it up when he left.” she asked accusingly.

“I haven’t done a thing to him. His new mistress might, but I have no input there, so I have no direct knowledge of what’s going on there.” Dean advised her, lying through his teeth.

Although disappointing, as they weren’t able to consummate their marriage still, almost a month later, it was nevertheless a very pleasant reunion. Although Moesha couldn’t help but notice, she said nothing about the fact that it appeared that he was beginning to grow tits, as she remembered her own nipples getting bigger and more sensitive even before the breasts began to really grow. She suspected that they were either turning her husband into a woman or worse, a man with tits, a person that really belonged to neither gender, yet was a part of both genders.

The next morning Zack was returned to his mistress, for another two weeks. He was quite despondent about his inability to perform sexually with his wife, while being capable of performing like a nympho with his clients. He told Mistress about his concerns and asked her if there was anything she could do. She told his that she had an idea and would let him know before he went back again.

As his tits grew into a full ‘A’ cup size, he was given some bras, his size, to wear when guests were not around. Also, during the second stint there, he had all of his body hair, legs, crotch and arm pits, permanently removed and was no longer having to wear fake nails, as his had grown long enough in the five weeks since the wedding. He was getting a weekly manicure and pedicure and filing his own nails in between appointments. His beautifully manicured nails were 1/3” long. Now when he and Mistress went to the mall, he usually wore, open toed shoes to show off his painted, manicured toe nails.

Mistress was helping him less and less with his make-up and wigs, although, once a week several of his wigs were taken to the beauty parlor to be professionally fixed up. Usually the wigs went with them on one of the two days that the two “ladies” went to the beauty parlor for the afternoon. Mistress had a full treatment, whereas Monique just had a manicure, pedicure and a facial.

The female hormones were doing their job. Zack’s skin was definitely softer, his tits bigger and his emotions were more like those of a woman than a man. Especially about being on the receiving end of sexual encounters. He was really beginning to enjoy not just having a hard dick in either his “pussy”, ass, or mouth, he was also really getting into having a man hold him, hug him, kiss him, and eat his pussy out.

This artificial pussy that his mistress would attach and remove from him was so realistic, both to him and the men using it that he was actually beginning to believe that it was a real pussy. His reactions were such that constant stimulation would make him go multi-orgasmic, spewing his sperm at the pinnacle of each orgasm. So if he came a dozen times, he spermed heavily a dozen times, something that he knew a man was incapable of doing but a woman could. Even his clit responded in the same manner that a real woman’s clit did, getting longer and more sensitive the longer that it was played with. Of course, he knew that his “clit” was somehow tied to his prick, and that the sensations of his clit being diddled with were transferred to that most sensitive part of his own cock, right behind the circumcised head, and in return, as his cock became erect, and more sensitized, his “clit” became erect and more sensitized.

It was the night before he was to see his wife. Just before their first guest arrived, Mistress told him that, after consulting with a doctor, that she had gotten him a prescription for Viagra, and would give him a tablet in the morning, to take with him. He was so pleased with the news, that he really performed well for her that evening. Deep throating the first customer while he was tied in a standing spread eagled position being whipped with a bull whip for twenty minutes, then letting the man fuck him in both his ass and cunt, doggie style.

The second customers were a little stranger, as the dominate partner of a gay couple came in for punishment while the submissive partner sat and watched. Then the two of them took Monique into her room. The submissive one laid on his back as Monique sucked him into full erection and mounted him. Once impaled inside of her fake cunt with the submissive partner’s small cock, the dominate shoved his much larger one in her ass. Then the two buffeted him back and forth between them. This was Monique’s first sandwich fucking. She just came and came and kept coming, shocking the patrons with her true to life womanly reactions to their double fucking her, as they knew she was really a he.

The next morning, Bob showed up for his morning fuck and to take Zack back to camp for his bi-weekly conjugal visit. Although he fucked Zack in the ass once and made him clean his cock off between fuckings, which also got him hard again, he couldn’t help himself and fucked Zack’s artificial, tight cunt three times. Bob thought to himself, “Damn, this bitch has the tightest cunt I’ve had since I raped that little girl a year ago.

While he fucked Zack, he also played with Zack’s small, but larger than before, tits and large nipples. What really amazed him was how much more enthusiastically that Zack was fucking him back this time and even swore that he could feel Zack opening up his pussy as he fucked into it and then grasped his cock with his pussy as he pulled back out, but decided that he must be imagining this as it was a REAL pussy.

Again when Bob and Zack arrived back at the camp, they were gang banging Moesha. She was obviously enjoying every second of it from the way she was moving and her constant moans, groans and squeals of delight when she orgasmed, which was quite often. Zack took his Viagra when she was down to just six men waiting to be serviced, as she worked on another three all at the same time.

Again they were commanded to consummate their marriage in front of the gang. While Moesha was able to get him hard enough to enter her, his cock was only semi-hard, and seemed smaller, both shorter and thinner, than she had remembered. While he did add his cum to that of the many bikers who had fucked his wife before him, Moesha could barely feel his pitifully small cock inside of her and she got nothing out of their coupling.

Moesha realized that these bikers all had bigger cocks than her husband’s. They also made sure that she had been vigorously fucked by at least thirty- five of the guys, thus stretching her cunt way out and that Donkey was always her last fuck just before they made Zack attempt to fuck her. She knew that she was REALLY stretched out, after Donkey was through with his typical half hour fucking of her cunt. But she also realized that her pussy was a well trained machine now and still should be able to tightly squeeze even something as small as a pencil, even after Donkey worked her cunt over for half an hour. What she didn’t realize, was even though she might be able to squeeze down on her husband’s shrinking cock, that didn’t mean that she could cum from being stimulated by such a small cock after being gang banged with Donkey as the final man inside of her, REALLY stretching her out of shape.

This bothered both of them and they spent most of their time together alone talking about it. When they weren’t talking they cuddled and kissed, making up for their forced separation After Zack was returned to his mistress, Dean made a point of constantly pointing out, how many times that Zack couldn’t perform, and the final performance where he barely performed, certainly not well enough to get her rocks off like the gang members could and did.

Zack happily reported to his mistress, his partial success with his wife and begged her for two pills the next time. His mistress was no fool, a happy Zack would make happy clients and she readily agreed. As suspected he performed just as she had assumed, with all of his heart.