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Worst World! By Throne (22 Pages)
🕑 Added 2020-06-15 20:37:30 +0000 UTCWORST WORLD!
By Throne
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***DEVIN DICKIE NOTE***
All characters are OVER 18 years of AGE! This is a bullying fantasy and not real. The acts in the following written work are only consensual sexual choices and fantasy humiliation scenarios.
Bullying is NOT OKAY and If you or someone you know is being bullied, please alert the authorities.
WORST WORLD!
by Throne
"Come on, honey," Marty chided. "It'll be fun. We spend one night in this place and then leave tomorrow for our cruise." He turned off the main highway onto a secondary road.
"I don't know." Tanya shook her head, making flowing blond hair shimmer. It also made her enormous bust rock under the thin top she wore.
"Loosen up and have some fun."
"The whole idea of this place is weird," she insisted. "Having people subjected to some sort of..." She raised her hands to her temples and waggled her fingers. "... mind control, so we can use them like sex slaves."
"That's not how it works," he pointed out. "They all do it voluntarily. That's their kick. They want to have whatever kinds of sex they get off on, but not as themselves. What the people at this place do to them gives them a temporary new personality, so they can do their special thing and not feel guilty. They aren't able to break character while it's going on, so there's no risk of them spoiling the other person's fun. Or the other people, if they want more than one partner."
She shrugged. "I know. They explained all that when I had my private sit-down with them. And how they can make customers look so different from themselves. But it's still awfully..." She shrugged. "... not for me."
"So just hang out and wait for guys who are programmed to seduce you. It'll be flattering and you don't have to go any further than you want to. The ones who've been given the programming can only do what you tell them to."
"Humph. Meanwhile you'll be sniffing around girls who want to hop into bed, ones whose inhibitions have been erased while they're here."
He held up his hands to express innocence. "It's just for fun. They get what they want and I go a bit wild before we have the four weeks as tourists. The cruise is what you asked for. Each of us gets something. And like I keep telling you, it's not like I'm sneaking around behind your back. Lots of people do this. This place is popular. Some people call it Best World. Try it and I know you'll like it."
"Whatever. At least the setting is supposed to be worth seeing. I mean, creating an entre Old West town for all this to take place in is pretty interesting. And the land around her is beautiful. Maybe I'll just take one of the horses and go for a long ride."
"It's up to you. But for myself, I'm going to cut loose." He gave her a broad wink. "Ride 'em, cowboy."
He steered onto an access road with a sign saying that they were less than a mile from West Land. Soon he had parked in front of the main building and they went inside. A bright young woman greeted them. She wore a white blouse with ruffles down the front. It failed to hide the fact that she was immensely busty, and her pencil skirt and stiletto heels only drew more attention to how sexy she was.
"Hi, folks," she said cheerily. "You must be the Mains, right on time. I'm Georgia. I'll walk Mrs. Main through costuming and everything else. One of our male processors will help you, Sir. Let me call for him." She touched the keypad of her phone and said a few words. Moments later a strapping fellow in white shirt, black vest, and dark slacks appeared. Georgia introduced him as Walt. "And now we can all get started."
Tanya still appeared reluctant but Marty, caught up in his own excited anticipation, hardly noticed. Walt led him out of the reception area into a small room, full of odd equipment and looking very antiseptic. He directed him to a spot behind a folding screen and asked him to strip down. After Marty was naked and waiting impatiently to be given something to put on, Walt asked him to extend his arm around the end of the screen. When Marty did it, Walt took hold of his elbow and there was a sudden pressure against Marty's upper arm, followed by a brief jabbing sensation.
"What was that?" Marty demanded.
"Just something to help you relax, Sir. Before I go to work on you."
"Go to...? All I need is some period clothes so I can head straight for the saloon and check out the girls. I intend to spend the rest of the day... day..." He suddenly couldn't speak.
Walt came around the screen and took Marty in his arms. As the visitor's legs gave out, Walt easily supported him, dragged him to a padded table with a paper cover, and got him up onto it, on his back. Marty was still fully aware of everything around him but he couldn't react to any of it.
The big man handling him consulted a computer terminal next to the table. "The full makeover. I always enjoy doing these. Oh, and it says you don't mind if I take a few free feels as we go along. Aren't you the kinky one..." He checked his screen. "... Marty? But let me start calling you by the new name they have on here. Martine. Don't worry. I'll make all your girly dreams come true. Have you looking like a Wild West sexpot in no time. A real dancehall girl. The guys will be all over you."
What was he saying? Marty hadn't signed up for anything like that. He didn't want to look female. And he certainly didn't want to attract male attention. This was madness. But even as he was thinking that, Walt was using something that he guess was a laser tool all over his body. The worker also turned on an overhead monitor so Walt could watch his progress. Before the prone man's startled eyes, all of his body hair vanished. Then Walt gave him injections that visibly softened and rounded his thighs, hips and bottom. After that he produced a huge set of fake breasts and applied them to Marty's now smooth chest with some sort of adhesive.
"Interesting choice," he said half to himself. "These big knockers are so plainly fake. I suppose you want that look of being overly busty but still obviously a male faking it. We have some regulars who get off on hooking up with a freak like you. I'm sure Georgia called them as soon as she saw what you wanted, and they'll be out there waiting for you. Lucky sissy."
He made sure the overgrown mammary glands were on firmly. Then he tweaked both nipples simultaneously. Marty was startled when his own nipples were stimulated at the same time. He opened and closed his mouth like a landed fish.
"I know," Walt said. "Pretty freaking fantastic. You won't believe what it's like when one of the guys sucks on them. And it gets even better. Get an eyeful of this."
Walt held up a perfect replica of a waxed, hairless female pubic mound, with a pink-lipped vagina, complete with prominent clitoris. He adjusted Marty's genitals, making the drugged man's skin crawl. Then he carefully fitted the fake pussy over them and affixed it with more of that very efficient adhesive.
"This is great stuff," Walt averred, holding up the tube. "Bonds to your skin and can't be removed without a special solvent." He reached down and diddled the faux female part, sending a strong current of stimulation to the male organ underneath. Marty's penis tried to get hard but it was snugly contained by the device covering it.
"How do you like that?" Walt asked rhetorically. "You can get super-aroused but not hard. If you think it's frustrating now, wait until somebody jams their prick into there. Let me demonstrate."
He took a thick rubber dildo and lubed it up, then slipped it slowly into Marty's puss. The helpless male experienced both intense arousal and stabbing discomfort. HIs cock, in trying to get hard, put pressure on his already compacted balls and nearly crushed them.
"Right?" said Walt. "Hurts like a son-of-a-bitch. But hey, you're the twisted one who wants it this way. And even with a hot wife like you've got."
Walt fingered Marty's clitoris and labia, at the same time probing with the rubber sex toy. The naked man was seized by conflicting currents of pain and pleasure, the two getting mixed up with each other in his increasingly panicked mind. He had to escape this nightmare. Between the parts attached to him and whatever drugs had been in that injection, he was alarmingly vulnerable. Worse, Walt gave him several more shots, followed by headphones being clapped over his ears. Marty heard murmuring voices and somehow knew he believed everything they were saying, about who he was and what he wanted to do. When Walt finally removed them, the dazed subject felt drastically changed. He was still Marty but would behave like Martine.
At that point, Walt took a few minutes to inspect his subject's thighs and rear end. "Those shots worked perfectly. Look at you, with these tempting curves." He openly fondled Marty's flesh, causing its owner endless revulsion. Then Walt upset him even more by announcing, "Time for my favorite step, giving you a new face. I'd tell you to just relax, except that you don't have any choice." He chuckled and flicked one of Marty's nipples. "I'm going to give you lips no man can resist, Martine."
He took a mask-like cover and set it over Marty's upturned face. For several minutes the skin under it burned. When he lifted it off and former wearer saw himself in the overhead monitor, Marty couldn't believe what he was seeing. Instead of his own familiar features there were high cheekbones and bee-stung lips. Walt got busy with something like a tattoo needle, but which Marty realized must be a cosmetics applicator. When he was done, the face he had remade had high arched eyebrows, faintly blushing cheeks, and a ruby red, glistening mouth. Marty's physical identity was totally submerged in Martine's. Walt helped the still dizzy man to his feet and walked him to a full length, three-panel mirror. The transformed figure gasped.
When he was able to speak, saying, "This isn't possible," his voice was high and soft. Walt added a wig with long, wavy auburn hair and red highlights, setting it in place with still more of that special glue. In the side panels' reflections Marty could see how his bottom swelled out. What was between his smooth hairless legs was so convincing that even he couldn't tell it was fake. Only those ginormous milk-bags announced him as a guy disguised as a gal. His small voice said, "Impossible."
Walt gave his backside a squeeze and assured him, "It's for real. Now let me get you dressed so the real action can begin."
What he put Marty into was a square-necked corset blouse with capped shoulders and no sleeves. It laced up the front and constricted his waist, but left his cleavage fully exposed and pushed up his massive bosom. That was followed by a wide skirt that reached not quite to his knees and had nothing under it. Walt sat him on a chair to roll stockings up his legs, ones with wide horizontal stripes in black and white. His feet were slipped into high buttoned shoes with mercifully short heels, low enough that he could walk in them with only a slight effort, yet high enough that he had to take small mincing steps.
The man who had transformed him walked Marty back out of the building, to a waiting golf cart. Tanya was there too, with Georgia, who had her own cart. Marty's wife now wore a long-sleeved blouse with a cameo at its high neck, and an ankle-length skirt, plus booties. Her long blond hair was up in an elaborate bun. The outfit was chaste, but the way her immense bust pressed out against the fabric suggested a sexual volcano waiting to erupt. Her eyes went directly to Marty yet reflected no recognition. He reflexively wanted to identify himself but his Martine personality was in command and wouldn't allow it. They rode to the nearby Western town, behind the buildings of its main street, so as not to spoil the old-time illusion for anyone already there. The visitors were led into the saloon, where resort employees in period costumes took over guiding them. Soon they were each seated at a table, at opposite ends of the room. There were a half dozen others there, all dressed appropriately. A tall Black man in full Western regalia spotted Tanya and ambled over to her. Two guys eyed Marty with bad intent and made a beeline for him.
"Hello," said the one with the sheriff's badge. "How about us three go upstairs?"
"Yeah," said the other, who was wearing a deputy badge. "We could have some real fun... girl."
Instead of refusing, which was what he wanted to do, Marty licked his lips suggestively. He leaned back and, desperate for some way to stop this, but with Martine speaking for him, said in his mellifluous voice, "How about you buy me a drink first?"
Sheriff leered at her. "Sure." He turned to the bartender and held up two fingers of one hand and a single one on the other. "Not that I guess we have to get your type liquored up."
"What's your name?" Deputy wanted to know.
"I'm Martine. But the price of a drink let's you call me any damn thing you want."
"Like whore," Deputy suggested.
"Or cock-sucker," Sheriff enunciated, breaking the word into two.
"Hell, gents, you can even call me a trollop-boy in a girl's dress. How's that sound?"
The bartender came over with a round tray, on which were two mugs of beer and a drinking glass half full of whiskey. His hair was parted down the middle, he had a handlebar mustache, wore a long white apron over a striped shirt, and had garters on his sleeves.
"Here you are, men," he said, distributing the drinks. He focused on Marty's plainly fake boobs before adding, "And you too... Ma'am."
The lusting men took swallows of beer. Marty sipped the whiskey, trying to nurse it and buy time. It burned his throat. He nearly started to choke. Sheriff and Deputy laughed at him and encouraged him to drink faster. He did his best to compromise between the two options but the level in his glass kept sinking. At the same time he was getting tipsy. One of the men put a hand on his thigh.
The other leaned in to whisper into Marty's ear. "We're going to give you just what you came here for, boy-whore. That red mouth will get filled up and you'll be swallowing our cream real soon."
Marty nervously took another swig. He unhappily saw that his glass was empty. The others gulped the last of their beer and stood. Marty was compelled by forces beyond his control to join them. Sheriff hooked an arm through his and led him toward the staircase in the back of the room. He looked desperately at Tanya as they passed her.
She was still with the Black cowboy, who pushed back his Stetson and said, "Looks like upstairs is where the fun is."
Tanya said, "I guess so, Luke. And the way my husband's been acting, maybe I'll just go up there with you and have some."
Then Marty could no longer hear their words, though he couldn't miss their laughter as he climbed the steps. From the landing he glanced down over the rail and saw his wife with her hand on her new acquaintance's. Then he was hustled into a room with wood floors, a brass bed, and a few other authentic details. But Marty was less interested in historical accuracy then in what those men expected.
"Come on, Martine," said Sheriff. "Show us what you can do."
Unable to help himself, Marty took the man's hand and led him to the bed. Marty sat and began to unbutton the standing figure's fly. With confident fingers he got it undone and reached into his pants, feeling his cock, which was thick. No matter how he tried, Marty couldn't arrest the forward motion of what had been put into his head. He fished out the long member, curled his fingers around it, and gave a squeeze.
He turned his face up toward Sheriff and said, "You know how what they say. Nobody knows how a man likes his tool handled better than another man. And one like me knows it best of all."
Taking hold of Sheriff's belt, he drew him closer. That larger-than-average organ was growing. As it stiffened, Marty brought his head forward and opened his mouth. He put his arms around the man's hips and held him there while he took the semi-stiff piece between his lips. It was the most disgusting act he could conceive of at that moment but there he was, sucking it into full life, making appreciative sounds, and swirling his tongue around the wide head. Sheriff moaned with pleasure and got a hold on Marty's wig, which was fastened securely. Sheriff pumped his cock in and out of Marty's mouth, less like he was getting a blowjob and more like he was screwing his face. On top of everything else, Marty found he no longer had a gag reflex.
Deputy got on the bed alongside him. He loosened the ties that held Marty's faux boobs in place and reached under the blouse to toy with his nipples. Marty grunted around the cock stretching his lips, released his hold on Sheriff on one side, and groped for Deputy's prick.
"Damn," said the second man. "This he-she is cock crazy. One at a time ain't enough for her."
All too soon Marty had the other length of manhood freed. He got Sheriff out of his mouth, angled his body, and went down on Deputy. Sheriff whistled approvingly a the view he got of his friend being sucked off. Marty massaged Sheriff while he mouthed Deputy. He was sickened by the obscene acts he was performing but couldn't stop himself. As he alternated between them, always mouthing one while pumping the other, he found a few seconds to voice his emotions, or rather Martine's.
"Holy crap, boys. It's me should have bought you a drink. Ain't nothing I love better than cocks. In my hand and in my mouth." He surprised himself by adding, "And anywhere else you two want to put them." NO. Why had he made that offer?
"In good time, sissy," said Sheriff, breathing faster. "Get them talented lips back on my longarm and make it shoot."
Deputy told Marty, "Then you can do the same for me, but not until after you give my ball sac a tongue bath."
Possessed by the Martine persona, Marty used his lips and tongue to bring Sheriff to the brink of an explosive orgasm. He paused for a half a moment, keeping him suspended in ecstasy, then suctioned him in, lips compressing, head moving, cheeks sunk, and took him the rest of the way. Sheriff blasted out a load in several heavy gouts. Marty swallowed without stopping his other activities. He drained him to the dregs, all the time still tightening and loosening the hand that was on Deputy. When Sheriff was completely done, the busty figure swiveled, backed up, and got himself stretched out on his front. He coaxed Deputy to swing around and lie down, with Marty's head between his thighs. The made-over husband got the second cock in his mouth and spiritedly worked on it. He moved back so he could lap it hungrily. Then he ducked down to give the sweaty scrotum the requesting laving. Not until that was finished did he again cap the knob with his mouth and resume riding his face up and down on the shaft. Deputy grunted and groaned, puffed and panted, and shot a generous serving, which followed the previous one through Marty's gullet.
The two men with badges agreed that if Martine was still available the next day, and the numerous other clients who shared their predilections weren't taking up all of her time, they would return to use her more forcefully, with the rear-mounting technique. Marty was thankful that this horror would be over by then. He could leave with Tanya, ideally without her discovering the shame he had been put through, and go on their weeks-long cruise. He was trying to console himself with that while the men prepared to leave. As they were heading for the door there were voices from the hall, one male and the other female. Sheriff and Deputy spoke to them, out of Marty's sight.
The only words he could make out were Sheriff saying, "Sure. We're done with the room. And there's even a sissy with big fake udders if you want some twisted action."
Into the room came Tanya and the Black cowboy she had addressed as Luke. They looked at Marty, who was struggling to his feet, with wry amusement.
"Never know who you'll run into around here," Luke said.
"Who or what," Tanya added. "This one seems like a real freak."
Marty was scared out of his wits that she would somehow recognize him. He stood up and hugged himself, those ginormous ersatz jugs hanging over his arms.
In an attenuated whisper he told them, "I can leave if you want me to. Okay?"
Luke rubbed his chin. "Now hold on, prairie princess. Maybe we'd like an audience." He turned to Tanya. "How about that, pretty lady?"
"Before I came here I would have said no. But after how much my husband pushed me to try new things, and after you so cleverly sold me on the idea expanding my horizons, Luke, and especially because the man I'm married to is off somewhere having sex with someone he just met, who had themselves reprogrammed to be somebody else, let's do it. At least I'm with a real man who doesn't need someone to have her head messed with before he hits the sheets with her."
Staring at them, his mouth hanging open, Marty couldn't speak because of what Walt had done to him. Even if he could have, he was desperately afraid of his wife learning she was seeing him. If she knew, how could she ever think of him as a man again? Luke came to him and playfully tweaked his nipples, which sent Marty into paroxysms of overstimulation. He writhed under the big man's touch while Tanya giggled at the ridiculous sight he made. After Luke stopped, all Marty could do was lean back against the wall, gasping for breath. The amorous couple undressed each other. Marty watched, transfixed by his upset, as the other man got his hands all over Tanya's fit figure, and especially her monumental chest-warmers. She lowered Luke's pants and Marty saw that the Black guy was as well endowed there as Tanya was in the breast department. They kissed fervently and Luke eased her back onto the bed. His cock was hard now and it was a monster. He set the head against Tanya's pussy lips.
"You ready, Sugar?" he wanted to know.
She took a deep breath. "Yes. It's just I'm not used to anything so large with my husband. And he always finishes too soon. Plus he has no technique. So now I'm ready for the real thing."
Luke chuckled and began to ease his enviable tool into her. She moaned and bit her lips. Marty had to witness his wife reacting as she never had with him. Her white legs came up and wrapped around Luke's dark hips as he began to piston in and out. The Black man definitely had a size advantage over Marty. He ably demonstrated that he also possessed the style and attentiveness that Tanya's husband lacked. And an hour later he had proved that he having more staying power. Tanya experience multiple orgasms. Luke held back and didn't allow himself to finish until she was in the midst of her final climax. In the end she was left wrung out and very happy.
"Holy crap," Tanya enthused. "That was incredible. I owe you one hell of a blowjob, at least for starters."
"No problem, woman. I'll bet our watcher enjoyed the show." He smiled at Marty. "Didn't you, girl?"
Still terrified at the thought of being found out, Marty told him, "Yes. It was very... exciting."
"And what did you think of how she dissed her husband?"
"Well, I guess he deserved it."
Tanya joined in with, "He sure did. Now show us how you like to play with your nipples, bad girl. Make those big old tits wobble around."
"And while you're doing that," Luke told him, "tell us all about what you've been up to, sex-wise."
Against his will, Marty made himself overexcited while he confessed to every lewd minute of what he had recently been through. His penis tried to get hard inside the false pussy and caused him more pain. The listeners asked for additional details about his encounter and he had to provide them. At last they allowed him to conclude his shameful account.
"Please," the transformed man begged, "may I at least go and rinse my mouth?"
"Why?" Tanya challenged. "You're just going to get it filled again."
"No. You don't understand. I'm leaving at the end of this evening."
"Oh? But what if you have to stay?" she wanted to know.
"I..." Martine made him say, "I would love that. There are more men who want to use me. I want to feel their hands on me and their cocks inside me."
"Then you should stay," Tanya advised. "While Luke and I go on a long pleasant cruise. That would work for all of us, don't you think so -- Marty?"
"You know?" he said, dumbfounded.
She laughed. "Yeah. It's almost like I got together with the folks who run this place and changed what you signed up for. Oops."
Luke contributed, "And like she met me on-line and we decided to get together here while you were getting the sexy-sissy treatment."
"But..." Marty was stunned to learn that this had all been planned. "I can't stay here. I don't want... I can't let..." Martine took over again. "You two could be having great sex all through your vacation, while I stay here and get used like a total sex-pig."
"I'm glad you agree," his wife said. She motioned to their surroundings. "This can be your room where you take all your customers. Georgia told me that have so many who wait for them to get a real he-she like you. And the fact that you don't really want to do any of what you have to do makes you much more appealing to your new friends."
"So," Link told him, "have a terrific four weeks while we're away."
"And then you'll come back for me?" Marty's words were full of concern. "And I can go back to being a man?"
"We'll be back," Tanya assured him. "But by then there won't be much man left in you. Don't worry, though. We have plans for what happens next."
"W... what?"
"Oh," she said with a wave of her hand, "I don't want to tell you now. You can think about what it might be for the entire time you're here. But I'm guessing that, no matter what you imagine we have in mind, the truth will be a surprise."
"Right," said Link. "A big, unpleasant surprise."
