Models: Ariana Marie and Chanel Preston
George shrieked as his ex-wife’s hand struck his bare ass hard again. Sharp pain flared through his ass, his cheeks throbbing, and he struggled in vain to escape. ‘Please, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I’ll behave from now on. I’m sorry, I–’ George’s begging was cut off when another stinging blow prompted him to scream again.
Tina was not listening. ‘You’re sorry? Is that really what you think I want to hear? You’re lucky I even let you remember your own name, you insolent little brat.’ Planting another keen spank on the ass of the man she had so recently pretended to love, her face twisted with disdain.
Mercifully, the spanking stopped then. But that didn’t mean she was finished punishing her slave. Dragging George over to the bed by his hair she threw him roughly down. In his delicate new body he was no match for Tina’s enraged strength and he landed in a heap on the sheets.
Though he glanced longingly at the door, he knew escape was impossible: any hope of that had died the second he’d downed that fateful glass of wine. She still hadn’t told him what she had laced it with – all he knew was that the transformation had been swift and brutal, crushing his broad masculine frame into these soft, weak curves in only a few seconds. Whatever had been in that glass had sealed him in this body forever, and in the month since Tina had taken every opportunity to demolish his mental strength piece by piece, relishing his reluctant descent into submission.
So when she grabbed his head and dragged him down into her warm, exposed cleavage, he was powerless to resist.
‘That’s it, slut, suffocate in my big fat tits,’ Tina smiled, squeezing her mammoth breasts around his face until he could see nothing but skin. ‘Not much fight left in you, is there? Maybe you’ve finally realised you’re never going back to your old life ever again. Now, is my little slut going to worship my tits, or would you rather me flog you so hard you don’t sit down for a month?’
Reluctantly, hating how naturally the act came to the feminine body Tina had given him, George obeyed. Sucking pathetically on the nipple of the bitch who had stolen everything from him, he couldn’t help but think about how he had idolised her.
George had always known their marriage was founded on good sex and his willingness to lavish Tina with his wealth and allow her to live as a trophy wife with few responsibilities. So while he hadn’t expected Tina to be exactly thrilled when he had sat her down to end things, he had hoped they could still remain friends. Unfortunately for him, his wife had other plans.
At first she had nodded sympathetically and told him she understood. She had even offered to pour some wine and toast to new beginnings. But for George that clean slate had come at the hands of his tainted wine and in the form of this nubile body he was now imprisoned in.
‘You seriously thought you could just cast me off like some sleazy one-night stand? You really thought you could do better than me?’ Crushing her tits harder into George’s face she chuckled as his eyes rolled, his body loving the sensation even if his thoughts were a swirl of resentment. Her mocking laughter cut through him like a knife and he redoubled his oral efforts purely in an attempt to take his mind off how pathetic he felt. ‘You stupid, simple creature. There are no women better than me.’
At her command George obediently undressed them both while his ex-wife continued mocking him. Desperate to follow her orders, he ripped his own clothes apart in his haste, but he did not dare treat Tina’s dress so disrespectfully, opting instead to fold it neatly beside his ruined attire. Once naked, Tina mounted his small frame, grinding her pussy against his.
Despite the gut-wrenching humiliation of everything, George moaned. He couldn’t help himself: whenever his ex-wife took control, his new body responded with crippling lust, enough even to eclipse his hatred for her.
His inner slut wanted nothing more than to satisfy her mistress and George was powerless to resist.
‘Good girl. See, you can behave when you want to,’ Tina purred, pulling on the black tie around George’s neck, the only piece left of the schoolgirl outfit she had forced him to wear today.
Tina leaned in closer, her lips so close to George’s face he could feel her hot breath tickling his own. ‘I think it’s about time I showed you what a needy little slut you really are. For all your crying and whining, deep down you know the truth: the only thing you hate more than me is the thought of giving me up. Good girls get good rewards and I’ve got a special one in store for you. If you really want to prove you’re sorry all you have to do is one simple thing for me: tell me your name.’
Every part of George wanted to scream, to curse her for betraying him so completely, to close his eyes and pretend this was all some awful nightmare… but Tina was right. What was the point in pretending? The man George pretended to be was gone and he was never coming back. Meanwhile, the pitiful, slutty slave he had become wanted nothing more from life than the pain and pleasure that came from serving her hot, perfect mistress.
‘Georgie,’ she breathed.
Tina’s response was immediate. Rocking her hips frantically, Tina gave a cruel laugh as Georgie’s eyes rolled and her head fell back, shuddering and groaning as her body pulsed with white hot pleasure. All at once her slave realised escape wasn’t just impossible, it was no longer desirable: a simple creature like her couldn’t conceive of wanting anything more than a perfectly humiliating fate beneath the heel of perfection.
The arousal flooding her system had blotted out George completely. Now only Tina’s slave remained.
By the time Tina released Georgie her ex-husband was dead and buried. Every last shred of his hatred had been warped into twisted desire, corrupting Georgie into the perfect living sex toy. Slumping down with a dumb smile on her face, Georgie’s lips and fingers twinkled with Tina’s residual sexual juices, while there was more lipstick peppering her body than there was on Tina’s lips.
Even so, the fragile slave gave a startled shriek and frantically snatched up one of the pillows to cover her decency when the bedroom door swung open.
A huge bull of a man entered, a fiendish smile on his lips. ‘Hello ladies. I do hope I’m not interrupting anything.
‘Not at all,’ Tina replied smoothly, eyeing the man hungrily. ‘I was just reminding my slave here of her place. Why don’t you come and join us?’ Turning to Georgie, her eyes danced with mischief. ‘You remember that special reward I mentioned earlier, baby? Well here he is. Don’t look so surprised. It’s not like you’re going back to your old job now, so you’re going to have to provide for us in different ways. Luckily for us, a good girl always does as her mistress commands, including if that means being whored out every night. And you are a good girl, aren’t you?’
Always eager to please, Georgie’s shock melted and a naughty smile warped her lips. ‘Yes mistress, I’m a good girl,’ she nodded, letting the pillow fall aside to reveal her bare tits and twinkling pussy.
Wicked delight twisted Tina’s features. ‘That’s right, baby. Now come here, let me teach you how to show a man a good time…’
Thanks for reading!
Okay, so this is the first taste of the slightly darker stories I’ve been working on during my January break. As I mentioned at the end of my Christmas run, I want to take the opportunity to explore the ‘Fetishes’ half of my penname this year. While I do love writing romantic TG content, I feel I have gradually moved away from the edgier stories that helped start out this blog: recently I’ve been focusing on bad things happening to bad people and little else.
But we’re all depraved here, so I’m hoping to bring you a lot more taboo stories in the coming months. Mind control, forced transformations, hypnosis – that sort of thing. I’ll still be writing less intense stories too, but ultimately I’m looking to strike a more even balance between dark and romantic, and since the former has been in short supply recently I figure I should spend the next few months making up for that.
You all have my good friend Papa Dragon to thank for all this. Not only did he give me the nudge to go darker with my stories, but he also helped no end in both coming up with these concepts and also keeping them fairly short. Without him, every story would have spiralled into double-digit page counts and I’d have given up on them all – I really cannot thank him enough for his patience with everything.
Finally, I’ve made a few changes to my story layout during my hiatus. From now on, model names and links to their work will be placed right at the top of every story. I get the feeling that burying their information in my comments probably wasn’t the best move given how long my comments can be.
More than that, I often felt I had to discuss every model in depth when including them in my comments. The fact is, I am not well-informed about every model whose work I include, and I never want to misrepresent any model by trying to force myself to come up with things to say about them. So from now on, the only time I’ll mention models in my comments are when I am very well-informed on their work AND they haven’t already been discussed on my blog before. What that means in practice is that the chances are only my longform work (Club Fantasy, Latex World Order, The Witches etc.) are likely to meet those criteria. Other than that, I’ll reserve my comments for discussions about story development and PSAs.
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