THE NEW BILL OF RIGHTS OF 2011
As a result of political action from all of the
various "minority" movements, including large blocks of
legal and illegal immigrants, in the period 1960-2010
(who actually outnumbered white males by a considerable
voting majority), the "New Bill of Rights" was amended
to the United States Constitution and all old rights
were superseded. The purpose of this new constitution-
al document was to make all citizens equal in "life
opportunity" by leveling the field at an early age. No
group had preference in initial education, all had the
same chance at being designated to the upper classifi-
cations of citizenship. The "New Bill of Rights" was
ratified and became law on July 4, 2011, which was
considered a symbolic date to herald the new equality
of all persons in the United States of North America.
The "New Bill of Rights" considered all persons below
the age of 10 to be absolutely equal. At age 10 all
children were to be tested by advanced psychological
and aptitude methods and then classified into one of
four groups. "Executives" who were full-fledged citi-
zens and were qualified to manage the affairs of state
and business. "Tech-Citizens" who provided the pool
from which all scientific and scientific related occu-
pations were to be filled; this included research,
medicine, teaching, and high skill industri-
al/government applications. "Worker-Citizens" those
who filled all office, business, sales, medical, gov-
ernment and industrial positions below management but
above the final classification of "Laborer."
Once classified each child was educated and/or
trained regardless of race, religion, sex, ethnic
origin, and/or sexual preference to fill an occupation
as deemed appropriate by the Executive Planning
Committee's needs assessment for a period involving the
next 35 years of government and business operations.
All persons were therefore trained to fill a projected
need and there was projected to be no unemployment at
the end of the first 10 years after enactment.
Each classification was identifiable in two ways,
first by clothing and/or appearance and second by
customary traditional title. All "Executives" were
addressed as Mr. regardless of sex and required to wear
"suits of a previously male style," hair to be worn
short and accorded full benefit of citizenship includ-
ing holding any business or government management job
to which they were deemed capable of acceding. All
Medical Doctors were considered male and addressed as
"Doctor" and identifiable by male clothing topped by
the traditional "lab coat." All college professors
including instructors and lecturers were to be consid-
ered male and addressed as "Doctor" (no one below that
rank being allowed to teach at the college level);
identified by clothing consisting of previously male
"sport coat and slacks combinations." All military
officers were to be considered male, addressed by rank
and to wear the appropriate uniform and insignia pro-
scribed for their service and rank. Hormone therapy
and/or sexual reassignment surgery were available to
all executives if desired by the individual.
"Tech-Citizens" were to be addressed as "Tech" so-
and-so unless employed in Medical, Educational,
Military, or Scientific occupations. Medical Nurses
were all considered females and wore the traditional
nurse uniform and addressed as "Nurse"; when not
working they wore female clothing with the medical
emblem displayed. All primary and secondary teachers
and instructors were to be considered female and
attired as such at all times with the addition of a
"lamp of learning" pin or patch and addressed as
"Miss." All noncommissioned military officers were to
be considered male, addressed by rank and to wear the
appropriate uniform and insignia proscribed for their
service and rank. All other "Techs" could be either
male or female, were to be addressed as "Tech" and
attired in a blue jumpsuit. Tech's were permitted to
vote only in regional elections, could not hold
political office, nor refuse any lawful demand made by
an executive unless it would cause the death of a
citizen or was in conflict with work requirements for
the job at hand. Technicians were permitted, but not
required to undergo hormone therapy if needed to
provide the "proper appearance" for their occupation.
The penalty for failure to meed a lawful and reasonable
demand from an executive was to be "psycho-
conditioning" for a first offense and reduction to
"Worker" status on the second offense.
"Worker-citizens" were to fill all of the "office"
and "sales" positions below management or technical
levels. All were to be considered female and dress in
traditional female attire at all times whether working
or not. All were to be addressed as "Miss" and were
permitted to vote in local elections, but could not
hold any managerial or supervisory position, nor refuse
any lawful demand made by an executive or tech unless
it would cause the death of a citizen or was in
conflict with directives previously issued by an
executive. In which case the worker was to point out
the conflict to the executive or tech and follow their
direction following the notification as they were
accepting responsibility for the outcome. All male
children assigned to this classification were to
undergo hormone therapy once designated as "workers" so
that they would appear female for their life
occupation. Penalty for failure to meet any lawful and
reasonable demand from an executive or tech was
"reconditioning" for the first offense, and
reclassification to "Laborer" for a second offense.
"Laborers" were to be considered non-persons and
could be either male or female as needed for the job
assigned. Attired in orange jumpsuits at all times,
they were to be addressed by first names only and have
no rights under law except the rights to life and
medical treatment as needed, if approved by appropriate
authority. The penalty for failure to meet any lawful
demand from a citizen was "psycho-adjustment" then
placement in a work camp for the duration of their
natural life.
Marriage as previously known was outlawed, which
eliminated the divorce problem and a system of
cohabitation replaced it. This usually involved two
citizens of the same rank however, executives were
sometimes known to order lower classifications to
become their consorts. The business of law was the
exclusive business of the government, no non-government
attorneys were needed for any reason. Police,
commanders were executives as were all judges, and
officers were drawn from the tech class.
TAWNY (Year 2054)
It was on 11:00 a.m. and it had already been a
hard day, Tawny had ruined one of her hose coming
through the office right off the bat, snagging it on a
metal desk drawer. Then broken a fingernail about
9:30, had her ass pinched by that lecher Mr. Booth when
she passed him in the hallway and was sure that Mr.
Kriser's hand had not 'inadvertently' brushed against
her tits in the elevator as he shifted his portfolio.
Now Mr. Petry wanted her to come to his office and take
dictation, what the hell did they invent voicecorders
for anyway? No one took actual dictation anymore, you
just went in and turned on your voicecorder and let
them talk. They could do it just as easily themselves,
so this was just another power trip by one of the
executives to prove they could mess up your morning.
Tawny, gave a sigh, picked up her voicecorder and
headed down the hall to Mr. Petry's office, knocked
then entered and stood inside the door. Mr. Petry was
talking on the vidphone and as was usually the case,
nervous, his hand brushing back his short hair
occasionally as he spoke. Mr. Petry motioned for Tawny
to sit in a chair to the left of his desk and continued
the phone conversation. Finally, he was done and
signed off the phone with a press of a button on his
communications console which everybody called a
'comcon' for short.
"Come over here Miss Tawny and sit closer, I want
you to get a good recording and you are too far away."
Tawny moved her chair closer, responding to his
hand signals until her knees were almost touching his.
"That's much better, now let's get started."
Mr. Petry was small, only about 5' 3" tall and
very slim, the other girls said he was the smartest
executive in the company and would be moving up
shortly. His production was three times that of the
others and he was slated for the 'fast-track' promotion
schedule. He wore the 3 piece pin-striped suit of an
executive like armor and was always there when Tawny
arrived in the morning and when she left at night.
"Not bad to look at," she thought, "but a work-a-holic,
if there ever was one; too dedicated for me."
Mr. Petry dictated seven letters to various
business clients and Tawny just sat there, with the
voicecorder running on her lap. She noted that Mr.
Petry kept shifting in his seat, and that his eyes
never left her legs and lap as he spoke. His voice
droned on in a monotone and Tawny wasn't paying much
attention to what he was saying, but the effect of his
voice was to make her sleepy. She looked out the
window as he spoke, watching the clouds pass overhead
and let her mind wander. Suddenly, she felt a hand
slide up her thigh, and before she could move the
voicecorder out of the way and grab the arm, the hand
reached her panties and dove under the waistband.
"Mr. PETRY!" she cried, "What do you think you're
DOING?" as Tawny grabbed the wrist and tried to
extract it from between her legs.
"Why exercising my RIGHTS as an executive," he
replied as his hand massaged her pubic area. "Now
stand up Missy, and hold you skirt up so I can see you
better," he said as his lips gave her a brushing kiss
on the cheek.
Tawny, was shaking with fear and anger but knew
the LAW. According to the New Bill of Rights of 2011,
Executives had the RIGHT to do anything to a worker
short of inflicting serious injury or death. Workers
who refused were sent to "adjustment" camps and
reconditioned to assume their PROPER role in society.
She colored fiercely as the blood pounded in her
temples, her humiliation was total, but she had no
other recourse.
Standing, Tawny reached down and lifted her hem so
that he could now see her well-formed thighs and long
legs without obstruction. At 5'9" Tawny was much
taller than her boss and had legs that were the envy of
all the girls in the office. She was proud of her
figure, with her slim waist and 36B chest and her long
brown hair cascaded over slim shoulders which looked
fantastic in bare shoulder fashions.
"Take off the dress," Mr. Petry directed as he sat
back in his chair and watched the beautiful 21 year old
girl before him. He could do almost anything he wanted
including forced sex since 'rape' of a worker was not a
crime, because he was an executive.
Tawny, reached behind her and unzipped the dress,
then slowly pulled the front downward, freeing her arms
from the shoulder straps. With the dress now bunched
at her waist, she inserted her thumbs and pushed in
downward over her hips, then stepped out of it and laid
it over a chair. Tawny crossed her arms over her
breasts in a show of modesty and crossed her legs in an
attempt to cover herself a little more. She saw his
eyes, large glittering ovals of lust as they passed
over her tender flesh, this just caused her
embarrassment to turn to raw fury.
"Excellent! Very nice!" the man said as his eyes
traveled the full length of her body, looking at the
white lace camisole encasing her torso and the long
elastic straps that passed under her bikini panties and
then secured the tops of her white stockings. Her feet
were adorned by white patent leather high heels with 4"
spikes, making her calf muscles stand out and the tall
girl even taller than her already towering height. To
be able to exercise absolute power of this beautiful
creature who was seemly twice his size was a psycho
trip worth more than money could buy. "Now take off
the rest!" His caustic tone made her flush in shame,
as she complied with his order.
Tawny slowly unhooked her stockings and after
rolling them down her legs, placed them on the chair
with her shoes and dress. Reaching behind her, she
unhooked the camisole and turned her back to him as she
removed it from her firm breasts. Last came the
panties, then she turned back to face him with one arm
crossing her breasts while the other hand tried to hide
her crotch from view. With renewed humiliation, Tawny
looked away as Mr. Petry inspected her hairless body,
and gave his approval, not one hair could be seen
anywhere below her head, none on the arms, legs, none
anywhere.
"Bend over the desk Missy, I have a present for
you,"
She moved slowly toward the desk and when her hips
were pressing against it, she felt Mr. Petry's hand
pressing against the back of her shoulders, urging her
downward. When her elbows were resting on the desk and
her breasts just brushing the cold surface, Mr. Petry
began stroking her back with one hand and reached
underneath milking her breasts with the other, he then
massaged her ass and thighs and slowly moved upward
between her legs until his hand grasp her by her BALLS!
Her humiliation could not be alleviated as Tawny's
small cock was now hard and jutting outward, trapped
between her hips and the desk.
"Aah!," she cried as his hand clamped down hard on
her tender balls, "Please, Please don't hurt me," she
cried as the hand pulled and twisted her tender parts.
As suddenly as the grip had clamped, it released, and
the hand became tender as it stroked her ass and cock.
"Yes, I have a surprise for you missy, just hold
still and I'll let you have it," he said. Tawny heard
a drawer opened and closed and then felt Mr. Petry
spreading a cream on her asshole, his finger gently
working it around the tight opening, then when she
relaxed, rubbing it inside the small orifice. After a
while, she could tell that he was working two or three
fingers in and out at once; then he stopped.
"Now for the surprise," he whispered. "How can he
call his cock a surprise?" she thought to herself, "I'm
no virgin, I've been raped before, more times than I
care to remember." "Arghh!, Arghh!" "God, there's no
way that little fucker has a cock that big!" "But it's
in my ass so he must," she thought with her eyes closed
and her tear streaked face pressed into her hands.
Before, she could consider it more, it suddenly
began vibrating and the vibrations traveled up her body
in wave after wave. Mr. Petry patted her ass then told
her to put her panties back on, but to leave the toy
where it was. "But, I thought . . . " she whimpered.
"You think nothing!" he replied, "I do the
thinking here." "Now put you clothes back on and
leave that gift EXACTLY where it is, you are to report
here, before you go home today, and IF you have been a
good girl, I MIGHT take it out; if you don't leave it
or are bad you will be punished severely; DO YOU
UNDERSTAND?"
"Yes, Mr. Petry." Tawny quickly got dressed and
picking up the voicecorder, was told to have all of the
letters done by 4:00 p.m. She then ran out the door
and down the hall to the worker-girls restroom and dove
for a stall.
Tawny sat down on a toilet seat and her body shook
with anger and fear of the executive who had just
humiliated her. "How did I ever get into a situation
like this?" she thought, but knew the answer. She
trembled, then she began to shake as the fearful images
built in her mind, just thinking of it shattered her,
her stomach clenched tight, and suddenly she was sick
and spun around just in time to use the commode rather
than throw-up all over herself. When she recovered
enough, she went to the sink and rinsed the foul taste
from her mouth, then returned to the stall, still
trembling and feeling the vibrations of the thing he
had inserted in her. In the silence of the bathroom,
she could also hear a faint buzzing sound from the
thing and knew she would have to be "noisy" all day to
conceal it.
Looking up, Tawny saw the camera on the wall of
the room, it had been there so long, she had almost
forgotten it. She knew it provided a directed video
and audio feed to the executive lounge, but had long
ago accepted this invasion of privacy by the executives
as one of their rights. Now, however, it was a
problem, since she wanted to remove and inspect the
thing in her ass and DID NOT want that picture
broadcast to every lecher in the building. Tawny moved
to the last stall, knowing that it was not totally
covered by the camera, since there were places in it
where you could not see the camera, so obviously, the
camera could not see you. Pressed against the
partition, she gently removed the device and inspected
it, after turning it off to eliminate the loud buzzing
it made outside its current receptacle.
It was a combination dildo and butt plug, made
from a soft rubber with most of it looking like a cock
about 8 inches long and 1.5 inches in diameter. It had
a "T" shaped bottom however, to keep it from going
completely inside and a twist type cap on the bottom,
which both closed the battery compartment and acted as
the on-off switch for the device. Satisfied that it
would not hurt her, Tawny, tried her best to empty her
bowels, then after washing the device, reinserted it
into her rectum, but left the device turned off, for
now. With the plug feeling like a log stuffed up her
innards, Tawny, straightened her clothing, fixed her
makeup and returned to her desk to process the letters
and get her other work done before the 4:00 deadline.
After two hours of hard work, Tawny had completed
the letters and threw them into her out basket, then
leaned back in her chair, relaxing for a moment. This
shift in position, however, closed the contact on the
vibrator which abruptly starting working; the shock of
it starting almost caused her to jump from her chair,
which would have drawn the attention of every other
girl in the office. No matter how much she wiggled and
squirmed, the thing just kept buzzing away, and soon
Tawny just gave up trying to get it to stop and tried
to find some work on her desk to distract her mind from
it.
At 4:00, Tawny reported to Mr. Petry as directed
and he let her stand as he reviewed the letters for
mistakes. "Very good, Missy, now come over to the desk
and bend over it." Mr. Petry approached her from
behind and ran his hand over her shoulder in a
possessive manner, then slid it down her back and
lifted her skirt, laying it up over her back. His hand
then massaged, the taunt flesh of her backside and his
fingers finding the device, pressed through her
panties, shoving it to maximum depth. Grasping her
panties at the hips, he slowly lowered them and then
took hold of the dildo and started to pull it outward.
"Ahhh!" Tawny moaned as the thing was pulled backward,
then, "Ohhh!, Argh!" as it was roughly slammed back to
full depth. Mr. Petry then began a pumping of the
dildo in and out of her ass, slowly pulling it out then
plunging back in with enough force to slam her hip
against the desk. After awhile, Tawny's body responded
and met him thrust for thrust, at this point, without
warning, he jerked it out of her and slapped her flesh
with a hard swat. (Crack!) "You are enjoying this you
little slut! (Crack!), Get your panties up and get out
of here. NOW!" he yelled, and Tawny hurriedly pulled up
her panties as she ran for the door. "GET OUT YOU
SLUT!"
Tawny went straight to her desk, shut down her
comcon, got her coat and purse and headed for the door,
determined to get out of the building before, Mr. Petry
decided to punish her, despite the fact that he really
had no reason for doing so, he didn't need one; it was
his prerogative as an executive. "Thank God it's
Friday!" she thought, "At least he'll have the weekend
to cool off and hopefully forget about this."
Outside, Tawny went to the corner and caught a
robocab, it was too expensive, normally she would ride
the people mover, but she didn't want to take any
chances of Mr. Petry following her. Inside, she
ordered the robot to take her to her apartment
building, then relaxed only when she was around the
block and headed away from the company building
complex. Finally in front of her building, she ran her
debt card through the card reader of the cab, noting
that it was even more expensive than she had thought,
"Eighty-Five New Dollars! Guess I'll be on a diet for
the rest of the month!" she thought as the cab now
paid, opened its door to let her exit.
The building auto-doorkeeper, accepted her palm
print and recessed the door for her to enter. Her
apartment doorkeeper required a thumb print for
admission and the apartment computer greeted her with a
cheery metallic "Hello Tawny, how was your day?" as she
crossed the threshold. "Pure Shit!" she replied, "Get
me a bath, you silicone tormenter."
"Yes Miss, it will be ready in three minutes, may
I get you a drink?"
"Yes, double martini and make it dry!"
"As you wish, Miss, it is being served at the
drink dispenser now."
Tawny, grabbed the drink from the portal built
into the wall and downed it immediately, then ordered
another, as she stripped off her clothing and threw
them into the fresher receptacle. Carrying her drink,
Tawny headed for the bath, and mumbled to herself as
she walked. "Fucking computer is a real pain, but it
makes good drinks and I sure don't know how people
lived without them."
Stepping into the oversized tub, Tawny allowed
herself to sink down into the bubble laden water and
enjoy the muscle relaxing heat absorb into her tired
and abused body. Tawny, just laid back and soaked,
with her head resting against the tub wall and closed
her eyes allowing the water to do it's work, and
remembered what it had been like before she had been
classified. For starters she had been born male and
called Tommy until that fateful day she was classified.
Tawny's childhood had been in most respects usual
for a citizen class person, her father had been an
executive who got a genetic female worker pregnant and
thus been required to support the worker for 12 years
until the child was classified and had completed
preliminary training. The state picked up living
expenses for children between ages 13-16 after which
they were shipped off to boarding schools for final
occupational training. The only unusual part was that
she had a twin brother named Tim and his mother was
also receiving support for an older half sister named
Jane who was six when Tawny and Tim were born. Her
father was unusual in that he actually took an interest
in the children and visited them regularly, taking them
on outings. Tawny also now realized that the visits
gave him an excuse to see their mother and have sex
with her weekly. Jane's father, never visited, just
sent monthly checks. Jane was now a medical doctor
somewhere on the east coast and had made no contact
with her brothers after their classifications. The one
thing Tawny remembered more than anything else about
her father, was that every trip always ended with a
tour of the "Laborer" housing area and an admonition
that they must study hard so that they would never be
classified as a Laborer. Also, any sign of submission
was discouraged except to an adult's direction, so that
they would be used to managing and supervising and
might stand a better chance being classified into an
upper class.
Tim, she remembered had been his best friend and
playmate until they went to take the tests, then became
someone he grew to hate afterwards. Tim was classified
a "Tech - Military Supervisor specialty" as opposed to
her "Worker - Office" classification and immediately
began to order her then still known as Tommy around.
That 6-year period between classification and final
training had been pure hell for her, starting when her
name was legally changed and they started giving her
hormone treatments. Tim, would whenever out of hearing
of adults, taunt her and force her to do things that
still made her shudder.
Her brother was learning to exercise his new
status and she had been his training tool. He would
keep her naked whenever they were alone and tease her
about her budding breasts and the fact that her sex
organs stayed exactly the same size while his grew and
flaunted his hard cock in her face at every
opportunity. Once her brother was capable of erection,
Tawny became his personal sex object, and she had been
forced to service him daily with her mouth or backside
and usually both. "You might as well get used to it,"
Tim would say, "you're not going to be anything but a
pussy for executives and tech's anyway!" Tawny would
cry, but would do as ordered or he would spank her
until she couldn't sit down. Occasionally, Tim would
offer her to service other boys in the neighborhood and
laugh and taunt her while she sucked or fucked the boys
who had formerly been both their friends. The fact
that any adult would only confirm that he was within
his rights only made the abuse more humiliating to the
young boy on the inside as his body became female in
appearance.
By the time she was sixteen and sent to the office
workers training school, the last mental vestiges of
Tommy were gone and the personality of Tawny was
predominant. The only reminders of Tommy were the
miniature genitals between his long supple thighs. At
sixteen, Tawny measured 34-23-35 and had the features
of a high fashion model as well as a tall willowy
frame. By the time she graduated at age eighteen she
had grown to 36-24-35 and was the envy of all the girls
in her class. The only thing Tawny wished they had
done to her, was COMPLETE THE JOB; why hadn't they made
her a woman in total instead of just appearance. Her
useless genitals should have been removed and SRS
(Sexual Reassignment Surgery) completed, the way they
left her just made it even more abusive when sex was
demanded of her. She would have it done as soon as she
could afford it, she decided, but it was a VERY
expensive operation. Very few workers ever earned
enough to get it done. Tawny had not seen her twin
since the day she left for school and after the years
of abuse he had inflicted on her, had no desire to ever
see him again.
Tawny realized the water was getting cold, and got
out of the bath, dried with a large fluffy towel, then
dusted her entire body with a sweet smelling power.
Standing nude before the full-length mirror in her
bathroom, Tawny looked herself over. She was tall and
slender, reed-like, willowy, yet curving and regal, her
hips tapered into long straight legs, her skin was like
a peach-tinted cream and her uptilted breasts like
satin. Her features looked dainty and her wrists small
with long sensitive fingers, her facial bones were
delicately carved and her mouth full and her wet light
brown hair would have a wind blown look when dried and
emphasize her deep blue eyes. "Sexy" was the only way
she could describe herself, "No wonder those lechers at
the office are always after me."
Refreshed, Tawny ordered the apartment computer to
fix her a light snack of soup and a synth-turkey
sandwich, then put on a long nylon robe as she worked
her way toward the kitchen, giving the computer time to
fix the meal. The food was ready when she got to the
auto-porter and she moved it to the breakfast bar and
fixed herself a cup of tea to wash it down. Then spent
the next 30-minutes leisurely munching as the stereo
played soothing music. Now, recovered, Tawny decided
to go out for the evening to help distract her from the
events of the day.
Starting with black silk thong type panties, black
pantihose, and short black half slip, Tawny prepared
for her evening out. Sitting at her makeup table, she
applied her makeup with great care, smoothing the
foundation over her hairless face making sure to cover
the dark area below each eye resulting from fatigue,
next came eyeliner, mascara, eyeshadow, a little
penciling of the eyebrows, and bright red lipstick, a
little rouge to highlight her delicate cheekbones and
she was finally satisfied with the look. Next, her
long hair was combed and fixed into a knot on top of
her head, held by a gold clasp, leaving her slim
elegant neck visible from all angles. "Now for the
dress," she thought as she perused her closet, and
selected a black party dress that was pure feminine
allure. The draped neckline slipped just off the
shoulder and plunged to a deep "V" between her breasts,
the narrow waist was accentuated by the flair of the
full circle skirt held aloft by an attached crinoline.
The cloth covered matching belt was present only to
emphasize the difference of her tiny waist and the
skirt came only to mid-thigh showing off her fabulous
long legs. Gold and pearl drop earrings and a matching
necklace and bracelet finished the look except 3 inch
strap high heels on her feet. "If I gotta be a girl,
I'll be a beautiful one!" she thought to herself as she
blew a kiss from pouted lips at the mirror.
Riding the people-mover to the nightclub was not
something Tawny usually liked to do, but it was seven
miles to the club from her apartment and in between was
a college campus and an area called the Labor Ghetto.
Definitely not an area to walk through at night. The
passenger coach was full tonight, mostly tech's,
workers and a few laborers, not to mention a few
squalling children and loud teenagers. Tawny smiled to
herself at all of the appreciative gazes directed
toward her from the assembled fellow passengers and
pretended not to hear some of the lewd remarks made by
the teenage boys who were pre-tech from their clothing
of light blue jumpsuits. Finally, the mover got to
her stop and she moved with pure grace toward the door
and out on to the sidewalk in front of the nightclub.
"Hi Miss Tawny!" the real live doorkeeper greeted her
as he opened the door and held it for her to pass
through. The live doorman, live bartender, and
generally friendly people who frequented the club made
it her favorite place to go when down in the dumps.
They also usually had a good band and Tawny DID love to
dance. Tawny moved immediately toward the bar and Jim
the bartender smiled on seeing her approach and
immediately produced her favorite drink, an obscure
concoction called a "Singapore sling," few people knew
about it, although it was reputed to have been very
popular back before the turn of the century and was
very strong indeed.
"Put it on my tab," Tawny smiled at the handsome
bartender as she accepted the proffered drink. Jim
gave her a look that could only be interpreted as pure
lust and caressed her hand as he withdrew his own.
"As always," he whispered in a husky voice,
"you're gorgeous, best looking girl in the place.
Unfortunately we are busy tonight, awful lot of 'Suits'
for some reason, so watch yourself, and I won't be able
to spend much time with you. Just give me a high sign
when you want another, Andy doesn't know how to make
them."
"Thanks Jim," she smiled and turned to look over
the customers and see if any seats were empty near the
stage. "Jim probably still thinks I'm a genetic
female," she chuckled to herself, "Won't HE be
surprised someday!"
Moving toward the only empty table near the stage,
Tawny noted with apprehension that more than half of
the crowd were Executives, highly unusual in a bar
usually only frequented by Tech's and Workers. "Why
don't they stay at their own clubs?" she mumbled to
herself, "God Damn 'Suits' just won't leave us alone,"
as she worked across the dance floor to the table.
Tawny had no more than sat down when she noted an
adjacent table was full of 'Suits' most of whom had
already had too much to drink and were becoming rowdy.
Although she had her back turned toward them she could
hear their lewd remarks, assessing her body, and the
burn of their eyes stripping her mentally.
Fortunately, an electronics Tech named John came over
almost immediately and Tawny was relieved when he sat
at the table with her. His large size apparently was
sufficient to clam up the remarks from behind her,
although legally they could say anything they wanted
without recourse.
"Thanks for coming over John, I was starting to
get worried," she whispered in his ear.
"I could tell the wolves in 'Suits' were upsetting
you," he replied, "How about a dance, then we'll sit
somewhere away from them."
"Please" was the whimpered reply.
John got up and guided her onto the dance floor
and soon they were a blur of motion as they
concentrated on the music, until suddenly, a tall
blonde haired man in a grey suit stepped between them
and grabbed Tawny by the wrist.
"Move off, Tech, I want to dance with this long
legged cunt," he growled at John.
"But sir, please, no need to be abrasive or
vulgar, if you want to dance with the lady, all you
need do is ask."
"Bug off Techy or I'll have your ass . . . YOU
UNDERSTAND ME!"
"Uh, yes sir, anything you say sir . . . "
"Now Cunt! You dance with ME! Got it?"
"Yes, yes sir," Tawny replied and much to her
chagrin, the band switched to slower music from the
fast set they had just completed. Immediately, she was
pulled up against the tall man and his hand immediately
began feeling all over her body. His fingers probed
her ass cheeks and squeezed and pinched them as he
pulled the skirt of her dress up revealing her firm
behind to everyone in the club. Tawny could smell an
overpowering odor of alcoholic beverage about him and
his movement was definitely impaired by the effects of
drink. No doubt in her mind, this guy was drunk, and
out of control.
During the next dance, the man stumbled and
grabbed at Tawny to stop his fall. His hands
unfortunately caught the shoulders of her dress and his
weight moving downward, ripped the dress down from her
shoulders, baring her high firm breasts. Tawny,
removed his hands before he could do any more damage,
but everyone on the dance floor had stopped and were
now staring at her half nude form. Tawny tried pulling
the shredded material up to cover herself, but finally
gave up on it and covered her breasts with her arms as
she ran from the dance floor toward the bathroom. At
the edge of the dance floor a short man in blue
pinstripe suit stopped her dead in her tracks. It was
Mr. Petry!
"Well now Missy, fancy meeting you here. Just
WHAT did you think you were doing with my boyfriend out
there? Uhm? Being your normal little slutty self, I
say, so why don't we just give all these good citizens
a really good show?"
Mr. Petry grabbed Tawny's remaining dress and
ripped it from her body, then in a single movement
jerked her pantihose, half-slip, and panties down her
legs leaving them in a pile at her ankles.
"Get them off bitch! Nothing but your shoes left
on that sexy pussy-wimp body." Tawny turned away from
the gathered crowd and removed the garments and put her
shoes back on, covering her breasts with one arm and
her crotch with the other as she trembled before her
boss. This was not sufficient for Mr. Petry, who
jerked both of her hands behind her and used her panty
hose to tie them behind her. He then turned her to
face the crowd and pointed out her atrophied genitals
and with a flick of his finger, cause her little penis
to flip out and back against her tiny ball sack. Tawny
was in tears, and trembling uncontrollably.
"Please, please Mr. Petry, don't do this, . . .
I, I've never done anything to deserve this . . . "
(Crack! Crack!) He slapped her hard across the
face both forehand and backhand. "Shut up you cunt,
you lured my boyfriend away, THAT is sufficient reason
for ANYTHING I choose to do to you. NOW GET OUT OF
HERE!"
Mr. Petry immediately grabbed Tawny by the upper
arm and guided her toward the fire escape door of the
club and opening it with one hand, shoved her out into
the dark alley behind the club with the other.
The club was now dead silent, so no one had any
trouble hearing Mr. Petry when he called to the doorman
and ordered him to allow no one but executives to leave
the club for one hour, then directed the band to start
playing again and a new round of drinks to be delivered
to his table. The customers were stunned, and no one
even thought of trying to help Tawny out in the alley.
Not with a lunatic executive in front of them inside.
Jim polished the bar as Andy mixed the ordered
drinks for the executive table and a couple of workers
helped the tall blond exec. back to his table, placing
him in the chair beside the executive who claimed to be
his consort.
Outside, Tawny found herself in a cold, damp and
dark alley and stood with her back to the cold brick of
the building trembling with fear and trying to figure
out what to do. She struggled against her bonds but
without success. However, he had tied them, she was
not going to get untied by herself. "Better to try to
get home like this," she thought, "than go back in
there for help." With this thought in mind, Tawny
slowly worked her way down along the building, acutely
aware of her jiggling breasts and the exposed tiny
member between her legs.
At the intersecting alley, Tawny pressed herself
against the wall and sneaked a look around the corner
of the building. "Ouch!" she cried as her sensitive
breasts brushed the rough brick, then panicked that
someone might have heard her. No one was in sight so
Tawny looked to see which street the alley lead too, to
figure out her location. After some thought, she
decided that the street she could see was the one in
front of the club, so if she continued down this alley,
it would lead her in the right direction. As quietly
as possible, Tawny moved down the alley, crossing alley
after alley until after nine blocks, she was facing a
major street ahead. On her knees, peering from behind
a dumpster, Tawny tried to see how heavy the traffic
was, and to her chagrin, it was VERY heavy; "No dice,"
she muttered to herself, "I'll have to find another
way." Backtracking to the last alley, she now moved
South at a ninety degree angle from her original path,
until at last, she came to a dead end some eleven
blocks from her starting point. It was the college
campus, and like most campuses in all ages, was heavily
landscaped with lots of "natural" areas for
"contemplation."
"Just what I need!" she whispered and immediately
started through the campus, moving from bush to bush
and tree to tree, ducking for cover any time she heard
voices. Half way across the campus, while moving along
the side of the stadium, the dove through an open door
when she heard three or four men approaching. Huddling
against a wall, behind some boxes, the trembled both
from the cold and fear as the voices came closer, then
receded. The light coming through the doorway provided
enough illumination for Tawny to see she was in a
training room, with rows of tables and medical
equipment of various types. On one of the tables was a
large pair of scissors, which Tawny immediately moved
toward. She had to sit on the table to get her hands
on them, but was then quickly able to cut the pantihose
from her bound hands, freeing them. Again she heard
voices approaching and noting a door at the side of the
room, reached in hopes that it might be unlocked, the
knob was frozen, but the door was unlocked and just as
Tawny closed it behind her, the lights came on in the
training room. Voices were coming from everywhere,
obviously, one of the school teams had just finished
whatever game they had played and were returning.
Tawny dug as deeply as possible into the stacked
cardboard boxes until she reached the back wall of the
small supply closet, then sat on the floor with her
knees pulled tightly against her breasts and her arms
holding them in place.
After what seemed like hours, the voices
diminished and the light coming under the door went out
as she heard the outer door lock click. Tawny waited,
counting to herself until she reached 500, then moved
from her hideout and listened at the door. "All gone,
now where's the light?" After a couple of minutes, she
found the switch and the light blinded her when it
winked on, having been in darkness for the past couple
of hours. Tawny, then started going through the boxes,
trying to find ANYTHING she could cover herself with
for the remaining trip home. Most of the boxes were
full of medical supplies, tape, lotions, etc. but
against the back wall at the very bottom of the pile
was a large box marked "Uniforms." Seeing it, Tawny
jumped past the remaining boxes and dug out the big
one. Opening the lid, she gave a squeal of glee, when
on top was a white sweater emblazoned with the school
logo. When she picked up the garment however, it fell
apart.
"God! These must be a hundred years old!"
Being considerably more careful, Tawny removed a
dozen sweaters from the box and below them found short
skirts that matched the sweaters. After, they were
retrieved, she slowly inspected each garment, trying to
find at least one of each that was usable. All of the
sweaters had been moth eaten, but one had only a couple
of holes in it and seemed to be about the right size,
so she carefully put it on. The sweater fit tight and
only came down to just above her belly button, but at
least it was something. She had better luck with the
skirts, three fit and all were made of some synthetic
material, so the moths hadn't eaten them up. The only
problem with the skirts was that they just BARELY
covered her bottom! No other clothing could be found
in the room, so this was the best she was going to get.
Unfortunately, since all college students were now,
"male" these antiques had not been used in at least
forty-three years.
Still without suitable shoes, Tawny had to wear
her high heels, and noted as she walked through the
training room, that they caused her hips to sway enough
to flip the skirt with each step, no doubt flashing her
backside to anyone with the proper angle of view.
"Better than the way I was, NUDE!" she thought and
peeked through the door before venturing out and
closing it behind her. Although somewhat covered,
Tawny moved cautiously through the campus, hiding at
every voice until she reached the far side. She was
now only 2 miles from home, but between here and there
was the Labor Ghetto.
Tawny had no more than crossed the street when a
group of teenage boys started following her as she
moved to quickly cross this area of town. Her speed
however, made her skirt swing and the flash of her firm
buns made the boys even more interested than before.
The labor housing area was the only area of the city
that supported the world's oldest profession, since it
was the only area where the citizens couldn't order
some one lower status to provide any service desired.
The boy's cat calls suggested that they thought she was
a labor class hooker, and given the combination of high
heels, short skirt, and no panties, Tawny could see how
they might have mistaken her for one of them.
Regardless, Tawny had no intention of stopping and
correcting them, she just wanted to get home as soon as
possible. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her shoulder and
stopped her dead in her tracks, as she turned, her eyes
grew wide as she came face to face with a large teenage
boy, about sixteen who was her own height but had at
least 50 lbs. more muscle than her thin frame.
"What's your hurry baby?" "Don't you want to party
with us?"
"Uh, I think you've made a mistake." Tawny
replied.
"I don't think so, sweetheart," and Tawny felt a
hand caress her ass cheek, while the boy in front of
her reached out and squeezed her left breast.
"Stop that you little shit!" as she knocked his
hand from her chest and swatted the area behind her.
This brought roaring laughter from the group of five
boys.
"I'm not one of your low life hookers, I'm a
WORKER CITIZEN, now get AWAY from me!"
The boy stopped only momentarily at her revelation
of her status, then reached out with his right hand and
closed it around her slim neck, choking her as he
pulled her forward and kissed her full on the mouth,
forcing his tongue deeply between her luscious lips.
"I don't care what you are BITCH, I can't go any
lower than I already am, and I WANT SOME PUSSY, and YOU
are going to provide it, or your DEAD MEAT! Do I make
myself CLEAR?" The young man then grabbed the front
of her sweater and pulled it upward, but instead of it
lifting as he intended, it fell apart, only the sleeves
remaining.
"No Don't, Please Don't!"
Tawny was now bare to the waist and hands were all
over her, from all directions, as she attempted to swat
them away. One of the boys behind her, grabbed her
around her arms, pinning them to her sides and she was
quickly moved into an alley as the boys centered her in
their group. When out of sight from the street, they
stopped and the large boy slapped her across the face
(CRACK!),
"Shut up BITCH!" Tawny recoiled from the hard
slap, and tears flowed freely down her face. "Strip
her." Without discussion, one of the boys grabbed the
waistband of her skirt and pulled, and like the
sweater, the garment fell apart. The boys were now
faced with something they WEREN'T expecting. A
miniature cock and balls on a beautiful woman!
"What the FUCK! It's a GOD DAMN GUY! You know I
heard that some of the workers were guys who were shot
full of hormones to look like women, but I never
believed it . . . A FUCKIN PUSSY WIMP GUY! Son-of-a-
bitch."
The large boy was not deterred by the new
situation, however, "I don't care WHAT IT is, IT looks
enough like a woman to me, and I still want some PUSSY!
But since you don't have one, I guess I'll have to
settle for a blowjob."
"Please, please don't make me do this, you'll get
in serious trouble." Tawny pleaded as she was forced to
her knees in front of the large boy, who quickly
unzipped his orange jumpsuit and pressed his hard-on at
her face. Her answer to her pleading was a sharp slap
to the side of her head, as he then grabbed her hair
and pulled her head forward.
"Suck me bitch, and do it REAL good, if you want
to make it out of here alive."
Tawny, took a deep breath and accepted the
inevitable. Four years of sucking off her twin brother
and his friends and three years of blowjobs for execu-
tives and made her a pro at oral sex. Tawny opened her
mouth wide and inhaled the young cock, working it over
with her tongue and providing suction on every stroke
in and out, relaxing her throat so that he could
penetrate full length. It only took a couple of
minutes for the inexperienced boy to cum, and Tawny
sucked him dry. Meanwhile, her breasts were squeezed
and her body caressed by the other boys who cheered her
on and applauded her performance. They then lined up
and Tawny sucked each to a climax, then found them
coming back for seconds. After ten blowjobs, Tawny's
jaw was getting sore, but only one of them was really
large, most were small or at least small in diameter.
After the second round, the large boy kissed her on the
cheek and helped her to her feet.
Each of the boys, then came forward and gave her a
hug and a peck on the cheek, thanking her, a couple
were so young she had to bend forward so they could
reach her with their mouths.
"Now where are you going, honey, we'll escort you
as far as we can so you won't get into more problems,"
the oldest said.
"168th Street"
"Damn, that's all the way across the sector!
We're going to have to get you something to wear.
Joey, go get a jumpsuit and bring it back here, we
can't take her ten blocks in the nude."
"You got it Brian, be back in a flash."
Shortly, Tawny was provided an orange jumpsuit,
which was at least two sizes too small and she could
not fully close the zipper, but for the first time in
ages she felt covered. The boys escorted her to the
boundary of the sector and each gave her another kiss
before letting her go her way. Tawny didn't like
kissing the boys, they smelled, but what the hell, she
had given them each a much more intimate kiss, hadn't
she?
Two blocks from home and moving in the right
direction . . . one block to go just around the corner
. . . "Hey what are you doing in this neighborhood?"
"Hey you . . . You in the orange jumpsuit! ...
What the hell are you doing in this neighborhood?"
(Wham!) A nightstick struck Tawny on the back of
her left knee, dropping her to the pavement.
"What are you deaf or something? I asked what you
are doing in this neighborhood 'Laborer'?"
"What? Oh, I'm sorry officer, I didn't realize
you were talking to me, this, this jumpsuit is
borrowed, I live here, SIR." Tawny replied as she
rubbed the back of her leg where the stick had
impacted. No use complaining, officers were at the
least Tech's so they could do what they wanted.
"You expect me to believe that, LABORER, a worker
wouldn't be caught dead in a labor suit."
"Well, sir, it was either this or travel ten
blocks through labor sector NAKED!" Tawny was getting
pissed.
"You mean you walked all the way through there?"
"All ten blocks sir, and not without some
difficulty."
"I don't believe it, you MUST be a laborer."
"Sir, have you ever seen a 'Transsexual-Laborer'?"
"There is no such thing. 'Trans's." are Worker
and above ONLY!"
"Then this will prove I don't belong in this
jumpsuit." Without further comment, Tawny unzipped the
front of her jumpsuit and lowered it until the officer
could see both her breasts and her genitals, after she
was sure he had seen, she quickly zipped the garment
back up.
"Well Miss, I guess you've made your point, but I
will need to search you for contraband. There has been
considerable smuggling of narcotics from the Labor to
Worker Sector and right now you're a prime suspect."
"Do you have to do it here?"
"No, where is your apartment?"
"Just down the street. Please follow me."
The two quickly walked down the street and up to
Tawny's apartment, once inside, the officer stood
blocking the door.
"Ok Miss, strip, and hand your clothing to me
after you remove it."
He said in a stern and official sounding voice.
"Yes Sir," she replied as she hastened to remove
the jumpsuit and her shoes, now standing completely
nude before the officer who was looking through the
pockets of the jumpsuit, then inspected each shoe.
Moving to in front of her, he directed her to open
her mouth and then used his flashlight to look inside,
finding nothing, she was directed to bend over and
spread her cheeks. She could hear the snap as he
placed a rubber glove on his hand, and knew that he
intended to make a digital examination. "Argh!" she
cried as his finger roughly penetrated her back door
and then moved about inside. As abruptly as it
started, it was over and his finger removed.
"You got a nice tight little pussy-ass there girl;
I think I better probe it deeper." The officer shoved
Tawny forward so that she was bent over the end of her
sofa, then she heard, a zipper sound and KNEW just how
he planed to probe her backside. Without warning, she
felt his huge cock pressing against her tight little
hole, and she made a concerned effort to relax, to
avoid as much pain as possible. Since, the only lube
being used was the little left from his gloved exam, it
still hurt quite a bit. He shoved with steady
pressure, and soon was all the way into her, then
started a slow stroking in and out. Tawny was no
virgin and her tunnel soon adapted to his meat without
any trouble, and she felt her own little cock
responding to the friction against her prostate gland.
He moved with him and was soon meeting him stroke for
stroke and just as she was about to climax, felt him
shoot into her ass. Unfortunately, Tawny did not cum,
and he was done, his shrinking cock was already sliding
out of her. "Shit!"
"Ok Miss, that will be all, but I must warn you to
stay out of that sector, a pretty 'trans.' like you
could get raped in there."
"Yes Sir, I certainly will Sir, I had no intention
of going there in the first place, Sir."
"Thank you, Miss, Have a good night." And he was
gone.
"Tawny's little 3" cock deflated, with the
stopping of friction on her prostate, and no matter how
much she rubbed it, it wouldn't get hard again. Once
again, Tawny decided that a bath was the solution
needed for her abused body and headed for the big tub
where she spent the rest of the evening. After the
bath and a bite to eat, Tawny went to bed for some much
needed sleep, this had been a VERY long and trying day.
The lights came on and blinded Tawny as four sets
of hands pressed her into the mattress. One holding
her legs, another her left arm and someone else was
choking her and at the same time slapping her face.
"Wake up! Wake UP you little cunt!" (Crack!
Crack!)
"Wha . . . What, . . . Who?"
"Roll the Bitch over, so I can cuff her."
Immediately, Tawny was turned onto her stomach, still
unable to comprehend what was happening, in her sleepy
state, nor who was doing it.
(Snap, Snap) and Tawny could feel cold steel
surrounding each wrist, as her shoulders protested
having been wrenched behind her back. At the same
time, she felt something cold being placed around her
left ankle (Snap), then the right (Snap) each proceeded
by a ratchet sound. The baby-doll nighty she was
wearing was ripped from her body and the hands at
either end of her body held her firmly down, one at the
legs and the other pushing on her head and shoulders.
The bed sank on one side, then suddenly, someone was
sitting on her back and had grabbed her hair and was
pulling her head backward.
"Ahhh! Please, your hurting me, I'll do whatever
you want, . . . Just PLEASE don't hurt me," the
terrorized girl pleaded.
No one answered, but a blindfold was placed over
her eyes, tied, then her head again forced down into
the pillows.
"Hold her down. I'm going to teach this cunt a
lesson she will never forget!" Tawny finally
recognized the voice, it was Mr. Petry! 'Son-of-a-
Bitch, isn't this guy done with me yet? Who was with
him? How did they get into my apartment?' She thought.
(Whoosh - Crack! Whoosh - Crack!) "GOD! PLEASE
HELP ME!" Tawny cried as some kind of belt or strap
rained stroke after stroke of pure fire onto her tender
behind. Tawny, tried to maintain control, but by
twenty-five strokes was reduced to a mass of trembling,
crying, blubber, her rear end was on fire and the blows
just kept coming. Her tormentor seeming to be
tireless, Tawny lost count somewhere around
seventy-five and passed out at what had to have been
100, unable to feel anything other than searing pain
from seventy-five on out.
Tawny was revived by a bucket of ice water, then
roughly pulled to her feet, shivering from the shock,
pain and fear. One of the attackers was holding her
shoulders from behind and from the noises, she could
tell that the others were standing in front of her.
(Crack!) A blow with an open hand left its imprint
on the outside edge of her left breast. Tawny screamed
but it did no good.
"Wake Up CUNT! Your night has just BEGUN and I
want you to remember every minute of it!" "Tie her to
that chair, it's time for her haircut."
Tawny was forced over to a chair, the steel cuffs
on her ankles biting into her flesh with each step,
then roughly shoved downward until seated. A Course
rope was then looped around her torso holding her
there. Tawny could hear the sound of someone playing
with a pair of scissors as the blades scraped each
other in anticipation. Then without warning, a handful
of hair was pulled out from the side of her head and
the sound of the scissors was right beside her ear.
The process was repeated over and over, usually with
the scissors laying right against her scalp. Tawny
knew her beautiful long hair was being sheared and
cried, but could do nothing to stop them.
A collar of some sort was placed around her neck
and cinched tight, but not so tight that she couldn't
breathe and she heard the snap, and felt the tug when
something was attached to it. The rope binding her to
the chair was removed and again she was roughly jerked
to her feet, only this time someone was also lifting
her by the collar around her slim neck.
"Stand still and spread your legs," Mr. Petry
ordered, Tawny still trembling, complied until her legs
reached the limits of the chain connecting the metal
bands on her ankles. A small hand roughly grabbed her
genitals and pulled them outward from her body and a
band of some sort was placed under and over them,
holding them out from her body. (Snap) Again a leash
was attached and a preliminary tug almost pulled her
off balance, as her tormentor tested to see that it was
secure.
"How . . . How did you get into my apartment?"
Tawny almost whispered.
(Crack!) Her right breast was struck with a
leather strap creating an electric charge of pain to
shoot immediately from the impact area.
"Shut Up Bitch! You will not talk unless told to
do so, but in this case, I'll answer your question;
only, because you are so stupid. Executive I.D. cards
open all accesses set by lower classifications,
regardless of location. I can come into ANY area you
lock ANY TIME I WANT! Now we are going to a party, and
YOU will be the MAIN entertainment, and if you are VERY
good girl, you MIGHT even survive it with a minimum of
permanent damage. NOW FOLLOW ME!"
"Ahhh!" Tawny screamed as her body was pulled
forward by the strap on her groin, and the metal cuffs
on her legs bit flesh as she tried to keep up with the
pulled flesh of her remaining sex. Whenever, she moved
too slowly, she was rewarded with a punch in the lower
back or a lash across her upper thighs. From the
sounds and estimated distance between turns, Tawny knew
she was being lead down the hallway of her apartment,
into the elevator, through the lobby and now outside
into the cold night air. Apparently they passed a
number of people along the way, as Mr. Petry told them
to get out of the way and many laughs and jeers were
heard concerning her appearance, her small bound cock
and her current situation.
Outside, she was made to stand on the street as
many vehicles and d, pedestrians passed, her wet body
shivering in the cold night air; but a curious change
started coming over her as she heard the cat calls and
crude comments. She was PROUD of her body and wasn't
ashamed anymore for people to see it nude. True, this
was not of her choice, she was a slave created by the
system; but she was still a person. They could beat
her, rape her, degrade her, but nothing they could do
could destroy her inner-self; the true TAWNY! They
could only work on and abuse the exterior Tawny. This
realization made her stand tall and proud against the
cheers and jeers directed at her and she smiled to
herself that this was a result of her being MORE of a
WOMAN than that little shit Mr. Petry.
After a while, she was shoved into a vehicle and
fell onto the floor trying to get in; the shackles not
allowing her feet to step up into the vehicle. She was
told to stay on the floor and complied as they took her
through a winding course, to where; she had no idea.
When the vehicle finally stopped, she was pulled out by
her cock and neck and again lead into a building, up an
elevator, and at last into a heated room. Loud voices
were heard as they passed into the room, followed by
complete silence.
"Good evening Gentlemen! I would like to
introduce my SLAVE to you. This little CUNT is Tawny,
who made the mistake of trying to take my boyfriend
away earlier this evening. As you can see, she was not
entirely successful and has been punished for her sin.
However, since she seems to prefer Executive cocks, I
thought she just might add a minor attraction to our
little get together. Any of you who feel so inclined,
are welcome to use my little Missy Toy for relief of
your frustrations, whatever they may be or however you
may choose."
Tawny was lead further into the room and could
hear a number of voices commenting on her body. Most
were comments of appreciation of her firm breasts, long
legs, and firm behind, even though it was currently
criss-crossed by red welts from the strapping she had
received. The comments, made her happy and proud and
she stood straight under the gazes of she didn't know
how many people's eyes. Then hands were all over her,
feeling, probing, and caressing her flesh. Over the
next several hours, Tawny sucked cocks, ate pussies,
licked asses, was repeatedly sodomized, yet through it
all, mentally she told herself that she was the best
WOMAN in the place. That's why they had sex with her
rather than with each other!
When she was finally dumped on the pavement in
front of her apartment building, Tawny was covered with
cum juice from both sexes. Cum dripped from her
asshole and was smeared across her face and breasts.
The sun was high and the street crowded, but Tawny
walked erect, clad in only a leather-like collar and
leather-like strap still attached to her genitals.
Making no attempt to cover her nakedness, she proudly
strode through the lobby and into the elevator,
returning to her apartment. Inside, she had five stiff
drinks to allay the pain still radiating from her
bruised backside. Then tried to remove the collar from
her neck, but found that the metal studs which closed
it had no visible means of removal. She then inspected
the strap around her cock and balls and again found no
visible means of removing the locking studs of the
device. Getting a pair of scissors, she gently tried
to cut the strap from her groin, but found that
whatever it was made of, it could not be cut. The
scissors didn't even make a mark on the material. With
resignation, she drew a bath and then fell asleep in
the deep hot tub.
Tawny awoke in the water, which was now cool and
slowly got up, feeling pain from every part of her
body. Standing before the mirror, she inspected the
damage and found black and blue bruises on both her
arms, thighs, back and her ass covered with
crimson/black/blue stripes from the beating. Her hair
was a disaster, hacked in all directions, some parts as
long as six inches, others cut to less than half an
inch. As Tawny looked at the results, she finally
broke down and dropped to her knees crying at the loss
of her beautiful hair and fuming with hate at the
person who had done this to her.
At a total loss for what to do, she activated her
household vidphone, with the video turned off and
called Jeri, who lived two floors lower in the
building. Jeri was another transsexual-worker and one
of her best friends.
"Hello?"
"Jeri?... Uh, this is Tawny . . . "
"Hi Girl!... Uh, Why can't I see you?"
"I've . . . I've got the vid turned off . . .
Uh, could you come up here . . . I'm . . . I'm in bad
trouble, and, and I, I, need your help . . . "
"God Girl!, You sound terrible, what the hell is
wrong?"
"I, I can't talk about it, just come up here,
PLEASE!"
"I'm on my way Honey, just sit tight, I'll be
right there."
Five minutes later, the computer announced the
presence of a visitor requesting admission. "Is it
Jeri?"
"Yes Miss Tawny," replied the mechanical voice.
"Admit her."
When Jeri entered the apartment, she found Tawny
sitting on the sofa with her legs pulled up against her
chest, arms tightly held around her knees crying. Her
hair was butchered, whacked off at odd angles and a
black band was visible around her neck with a silver
ring at the base of her throat. Tawny was wearing a
short light pink silk robe, but bruises were clearly
visible on both wrists and ankles.
"What the HELL HAPPENED TO YOU?" The little
blonde asked.
Tawny, unable to respond verbally, instead rose
and as her friend came within reach, quickly grabbed
hold of the smaller girl and hugged her with all her
strength. Tears flowed down her cheeks as wave after
wave of shudders passed through her. After several
minutes, the mental floodgates opened and she told Jeri
the whole story starting with the office encounter up
through being dumped nude outside the apartment
building. Jeri stroked Tawny's body, neck, shoulders
and head throughout the story, crying along with the
bigger girl, trying to comfort her.
"Tawny baby, we've got to get you out of here and
hide you somewhere for a while, but first we're going
to have to do something about your looks before you can
even go outside." Jeri helped her get dressed in a
running suit, then took her up two floors to another
friend's apartment. Bobbie used a pair of barber
shears to try and even out the butchered hair, with the
end result, however, looking like a man's haircut.
This looked out of place on Tawny's obviously womanly
body but was the best they could do. Bobbie also tried
to remove the collar and cock strap, but without
success. Whatever they were made of, they could not be
cut with normal household cutting tools.
"Now, where can we hide you?" Asked Jeri, when
they had returned to Tawny's apartment.
"I, I don't know . . . Mr. Petry knows all about
all of my friends . . . Wait a minute, how about Jim?"
"Who's Jim?"
"The bartender over at the club . . . He's
perfect! If you didn't know about him, neither will
anyone else from the office!" Moving to the vidphone,
Tawny called Jim, waking him from his sleep, the video
was blank from his end.
"Hello . . . it's Tawny . . . I, I need your
help."
"Christ girl! What happened to you?"
"I'll, tell . . . tell you about it later, can I
come over to your place? I, I need to hide out for a
couple of days."
"You bet sweetheart, I assume this has to do with
what happened at the club last night. I'll send
someone to meet you and bring you here. The 'suits'
can recall phone conversations from the computers but
not to where the call was made, so I don't want to give
my address. Give me yours, then be ready to go in
twenty minutes . . . Understand?"
"Uh, yes . . . I live at Empire Tower, and will
be in front of the building."
The connection was broken and Tawny, immediately
threw some clothes into a bag and dressed in a bulky
cotton turtleneck sweater and denim skirt with skimmers
and a big floppy hat to cover her now short hair. Then
giving Jeri a big hug and kiss, thanked her friend for
her help and told her to forget anything she had heard
and proceeded down to the front of the building. Just
after she arrived, a robocab pulled to the stop in
front of the building and opened it's door.
"Please get in Miss Tawny, I am here to transport
you," came a male voice from within. Tawny leaned
inside and saw Jim sitting on the seat. She started to
say something, when he placed a finger over his lips
signaling her not to talk, then pointed to the
microphone located in the corner of the roof. Telling
the cab to go to a subway station, they sat silent as
the cab proceeded on it's way.