Straight Police Officer to Sissy Gang Toy
Copyright© 2025 by Susmitha Saran
Chapter 6
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 6 - A dominant Police officer, who deeply despises Homosexuality and Black People takes on a wrong gang and pays the price.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma NonConsensual Reluctant Gay BiSexual Shemale BDSM Humiliation Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Interracial Anal Sex Double Penetration Enema Facial Oral Sex Pegging Sex Toys Spitting Water Sports Body Modification Public Sex Revenge AI Generated
Over the course of a transformative month, I had fully embraced my new life as a submissive servant to the powerful black cards gang. Each day began with eager preparation to cater to their every whim, often starting with a round of enthusiastic cock worship and degrading housework. To my occasional surprise and dismay, I would also find myself at the mercy of the gang members’ wives, who treated me as their personal plaything, reminding me of my insignificance with every cruel smack to my exposed genitals.
One peculiar Friday afternoon, following a rigorous lunchtime clean-out with an enema administered by the sadistic Lizzy, I was dressed in an extravagant ensemble of a tight pink blouse and matching skirt that barely concealed my newfound femininity. The towering 6” pink hue transparent stilettos she made me wear only served to accentuate my sissified state as I wobbled and stumbled under their weight.
Once I had been properly attired, Lizzy led me to the sanctum of the gang leader’s chamber and instructed me to kneel beside the door, awaiting their arrival. The anticipation grew with each agonizing minute that ticked by, my heart pounding in my chest as I contemplated the evening’s impending events.
Finally, the door creaked open, revealing the imposing figures of the gang leader and his exquisite ebony queen. Their eyes raked over me, a smirk playing on her lips as she took in the sight of me kneeling in my frilly attire. The air grew thick with desire as I reverently kissed their feet, signaling my readiness to serve them.
My training as a sissy maid was thorough, with the couple ordering me to perform increasingly intimate tasks. After a grueling hour, the gang leader’s wife grew bored with watching me clean and beckoned me closer, her gaze lingering on my meager manhood. “He is quite adorable,” she purred, her fingers toying with the delicate fabric of my blouse, “but so small.”
Her teasing only served to inflate my ego momentarily, before she began to explore my sensitive nipples, painting them with a glossy shade of pale pink. “Thank you, Mistress,” I murmured, my voice trembling with excitement.
“Ah, but there is a far more gratifying way to express your thanks,” she replied, her voice dripping with honeyed malice as she shoved my face between her legs. Her scent was intoxicating, and I eagerly lapped at her freshly fucked pussy, tasting the remnants of the gang leader’s potent essence.
“Today is the day,” the gang leader announced, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. His wife stepped aside, revealing the true purpose behind my pink butt plug, which she had previously used to stretch my tight hole. “You will clean me,” she ordered, “every drop of my king’s cum must be accounted for.”
I felt a mix of fear and excitement as the gang leader approached, his substantial cock still glistening with his wife’s juices. He positioned himself at my entrance, the plug popping out with a lewd sound, leaving me gaping and exposed.
“Sissy, you will take my cock,” he said, his voice a command that I could not refuse. “Beg for it, whore.”
I leaned back, spreading my legs as wide as the stilettos would allow, and pleaded with him to claim me. He didn’t hold back, pushing his cock into me with a brutal force that stole the breath from my lungs. Each inch brought a fresh wave of agony, and I gripped the floor as he invaded my most private space.
The pain was unbearable, but I found myself craving more, pushing back against his relentless advances. His cock filled me completely, and I felt the heat of his cum coating my insides. The humiliation of being used in such a way only served to fuel my desire.
“Now, bitch,” the gang leader’s wife said, “fuck yourself back onto his cock.”
Obeying, I began to rock my hips back and forth, feeling the thickness of his shaft sliding in and out of my newly defiled ass. The pain subsided, replaced by a burning need for release.
“Please, sir,” I whimpered, “may I cum?”
“Not yet,” he chuckled, enjoying my desperation.
I continued to moan and plead, my mouth hungrily devouring the cum that had spilled from the ebony goddess. The sound of our combined pleasure filled the room as I worked his cock, feeling every inch of it deep within me.
Finally, with a roar of triumph, he allowed me to climax, my puny cock spurting a feeble stream onto the floor while he filled my ass with his thick, potent seed.
“Thank you, sir,” I whispered, feeling a new sense of belonging as the reality of my sissification sank in. “Thank you for making me a real sissy.”
With a final, cruel twist, he pulled out and shoved the butt plug back in, sealing my fate as a gang member’s personal anal toy. “Keep the cum inside, sissy,” he said, his voice a mix of amusement and authority. “You’re no longer pure.”
I nodded, eager to prove my worth, and cleaned his cock with my mouth, savouring the taste of his dominance.
Ah, the sweet epiphany that struck me in that instant—I had discovered my ultimate calling as the devoted, cock-worshipping sissy slave to the ruthless gang of alpha males. My existence now solely revolved around catering to their carnivorous sexual appetites and enduring the depths of humiliation they saw fit to bestow upon me.
Allowed a brief reprieve, my weary body was soon propelled back into a frenzy of depravity. They paraded me to the grand chamber where the gang’s illustrious meetings unfolded. Here, I was positioned on all fours, a mere six chairs lining each side, and the formidable leader of this twisted brotherhood took his throne before me.
“Look what we’ve done to our little sissy whore, no longer untouched, no longer pure,” the leader announced with a wicked grin, his words sending a shiver of excitement through the raucous assembly.
Lizzy, the sadistic vixens with a penchant for degradation, glided over to me, a gleaming dog bowl in her grasp. With a swift motion, she extracted the vile anal plug that had been lodged in my ravaged rear, revealing the gaping hole beneath. She held it high, allowing the thick, viscous ropes of the gang leader’s seed to spill into the awaiting dish. A symphony of lewd cheers and applause echoed through the room as she presented me with my new purpose—to cleanse the bowl of its vile contents with my own mouth.
Obeying without question, I extended my tongue and began to eagerly lap up the salty, pungent essence of the gang’s conquest. Each swipe of my tongue brought forth a new wave of degradation, as I reveled in the taste of my own violation and the knowledge of what I had become.
The gang leader, a tower of dominance, placed a booted foot upon my quivering buttocks. “Behold,” he proclaimed to the leering assembly, “our sissy slut is now officially broken. His mouth, his ass, his pathetic little hole are all fair game for our amusement and pleasure.”
From that pivotal moment onward, my existence transformed into a tapestry of sizzling, depraved delights, as I fully embraced the tantalizing role of a submissive sissy. Each day, the gang indulged in my newfound feminine allure, treating me as their personal plaything, eager to fill every orifice with unyielding dominance. They had meticulously sculpted me into a flawless receptacle for their carnality, my body now a canvas of piercings and chains that jingled and clanked with every move I made, a symphony of my enslavement.