We live in a large old house over a mile from the village of Princeton, in a lonely spot with breathtaking views of the bleak moors.
Lady Mary adopted me about ten years ago, and now me is a young lady,
though still loving being treated as her baby, me does long for a man. The ageing butler, and decrepit gardener are definitely not up to satisfying my needs. I get nothing out of them.
I never knew my mother, though local folk unpleasantly and often reminded me that she was "no good," she had somehow wangled with the governor, a regular pass into the high security prison near the village, here to service some of the richer inmates. So I never knew my father, though the villagers would often mouth the word 'slut' when they saw me, sometimes even out loud.
But Lady Mary had been my consolation. She sheltered me, fed me- spoonfed naturally- and loved me.
My happy if unsatisfied existence changed one wild windy evening,
We had gotten used to the occasional wails from the siren at the prison.
Then we would check all the doors and shuttered windows were closed. The wailing usually stopped after a while, but this time it droned on and on. Never had we had any trouble, until this night.
A rattling on the door was our first intimation that a fleeing convict was in our vicinity. "But what convict would knock?" queried Lady Mary, and I watched nervously as she left the warmth of our sitting room to check the front door.
I heard her talking, then the door to the sitting room was closed, locked even, and I could barely hear but what I heard was the front door opening.
More whispers then I think they went to the kitchen. Minutes later a click on my door, and thankfully it was only Lady Mary.
"I thought...." I began
"Not to worry. Yes it is the man they are hunting. I've given him something to eat..."
"But why mummy?"
"Ah, you see I knew him years ago, when- when I was a prison visitor. I can't phone the police, 'cos he sees me as his friend. "
"But who is he mummy?"
"He's Roy, but everyone calls him 'The Animal,' and I believe he was imprisoned unfairly."
"Didn't he appeal?"
"Now, no more questions. You get up to bed, I'll come later,"
"Yes mummy."
I was always an obedient daughter.
Half an hour later, she came to tuck me in. As always she changed my nappy, I always loved that bit, when she cleaned and dried me. Then she
put on my plastic panties, which were not my usual, for this had a lock on.
"Just in case," she whispered to me mysteriously. "Now let's get you off to sleep."
She gently rested me in my large cot and began singing a bedtime song. That always soothed me into the land of dreams.
But tonight, I was curious.
"Is that man Roy, staying tonight, mummy dear?"
"Yes, just tonight, he will be gone tomorrow, we have made a plan, you'll see tomorrow, now, hush, and no more talking darling."
But tonight I found it hard to sleep. I was worried, excited, I don't know which. In the end during the fourth song, I pretended to doze off.
Once mummy had crept away, I found myself wide awake. Was I scared of the man? Was he dangerous? Why had mummy agreed to help him?
I heard them coming upstairs an hour later, and she showed him the spare room, then amid a flurry of words I did not hear, she went into her own room.
A few moments after, I heard a door open, and I crept out of my cot, ready to bolt my door if need be.
I peeped thru the keyhole, and saw this lithe man, skin an attractive shade of brown, matching his brown hair and black beard, and brown eyes.
I thought he was going to the little room, but no, he stopped outside Lady Mary's door, and quietly turned the handle.
I let out a gasp, which I hoped he didn't hear.
No, he didn't. I can see that he is going in. Shall I scream to warm mummy?
I was about to do just that, when I saw mummy standing naked and him going up to kiss her!
Next minute, the door was closed and I saw no more.
I crept on to the landing as softly as I dared and moved silently to the door. I listened and heard more kissing. Clearly mummy was in no danger.
I listened more and found the sounds quite exhilarating, almost animal like. Well mummy did say he was The Animal. Muffled, no doubt so as not to disturb me, but passionate, intense.
After a few minutes, I heard a louder cry, then footsteps. I beat a hasty retreat to the sanctuary of my room.
Thru my keyhole I saw The Animal emerge.
I was quite aroused and desired more than anything to masturbate. Then I remembered that I had been locked in.
I could still rub thru the thick cloth nappy, but it didn't feel the same. After a few minutes of frustration, in increasing arousal, I suddenly had my brilliant idea.
I quietly slipped out of my cot again, crept to the door, listened, and all was silence, except for the wind howling on the moor.
I tiptoed across the landing and swiftly into The Animal's room.
I couldn't see much in the darkness, but I heard him move in his single bed, so I crept toward him there.
I think he was lightly sleeping, so I pulled down the cover, that made him move again.
Then I nestled in to the bed, pushing his naked form over, so I could fit in.
That awoke him.
"Mary..."
He turned and saw it was I.
I could only just make out his rough face, but I reckoned he could see me so I pressed my finger to my lips.
He nodded.
"Me is Lady Mary's maid, Julie."
He gave a sort of barking noise. I think it was a sound of approval. I hoped it was.
"Me wants a man, dat's why me is here."
He looked at me curiously, but I could see his animal instincts taking over, and he pressed me to himself.
After a fierce kiss, he began fondling my breasts, which I loved. This was so much better than when I'd approached Henry the butler!
As his other hand reached my nappy, I explained.
"Mum- Lady Mary locked me tonight, in case of you, but me wants you to break dat lock. You can, can't you?" I asked urgently.
He grunted, which I hoped meant yes.
He pulled at it and snap! It was off, my nappy soon following.
I was overwhelmed by the suddenness of his passion. Overwhelmed but thrilled.
He pulled me on top of him, passionately kissing.
Then I felt his stick. His very big large stick, and I knew I was not gonna be disappointed.
He lifted me and plopped me right into his giant dick, sending a thrill pulsing thru me. He pumped me like I was another animal, grunting and groaning, I was lost in the wonder of it all, as he penetrated deeper and deeper inside me, then exploding a terrific burst of boiling foam inside my gasping body.
The light went on.
Lady Mary had been awakened by those moans.
I was dispatched immediately to my room, satisfied, dripping some of his black cum, longing for even more.
I didn't dare face mummy in the morning. I thought of telling her I knew she had behaved no better than I, but I knew that would destroy our relationship. But was it repairable anyway?
I lay in my cot with such thoughts until long after my usual time for getting up. I was ashamed to face mummy.
I had heard sounds of her and The Animal moving around. I postponed seeing mummy for as long as I could.
She had told me that The Animal was going today, and I fantasized I might run away with him. I was building up a lovely scenario of us on the run together, when I was forced from my reverie by a loud tap at the door.
In walked... Roy. At least I think it was he, but he was dressed as a maid.
But underneath I could tell it was he. I sighed deeply, and hoped he could penetrate me again!
But behind him stood Lady Mary, sterner than I had ever seen her.
"This is my new maid, Julie."
"It's..."
I was interrupted.
"I said she is our new maid, Ray. You'll notice that like yourself she is wearing a nappy. A lockable nappy. With a strong combination lock. She will not molest you again."
"But he..."
"She, " mummy emphasized that word, "will be treated today by my old friend Dr Spankov. He will give Roy a new persona, so police cannot find her. It will also incidentally," she added firmly, "stop any more of your nonsense! Now get up, you can put on your own nappy today. I'm too busy instructing Ray in her duties, as well as preparing for Dr Spankov."
I think this was my rebuff for my behavior last night. But I didn't regret anything, not I!
I dressed for a late lunch which Henry brought in to us, assisted by his new maid Ray. The meal passed in a frosty silence.
Dr Spankov arrived mid afternoon. Mummy evidently knew him. He was old and chatty, and took to me at once. I was glad in view of my current icy relations with mummy.
He told me he was administering his own experimental hormones to keep Ray peaceful. I nearly said that I didn't want him peaceful! I watched the injections with some dismay.
Then the doctor told me he was going to perform an operation on Ray this evening to complete her transformation.
"Can me watch?" I asked. I don't know what made me say it, but I wanted to see that lovely dick once again. I had vague hopes of persuading the kind Spankov to allow me to let the Animal penetrate me again.
Thus I was a fascinated spectator as The Animal was placed on a table, and her maid's uniform stripped away. There was that lovely dick, limp, but I knew what it was capable of.
I had to turn away when with a shock I saw that the lovely dick was sliced off!
"Why you do dat, mister?" I cried in dismay.
I lovingly grabbed the cast-off.
"Ach, so you likes it?" Spankov asked, as he treated the wound with some cream.
"Me loved it inside me!"
"Ah, den maybes we can help yous little girl," he went on as he sprayed something that look like cream all over The Animal. "Dis is to remove all de hair," he explained.
I watched still clutching the dick, as he completed his tasks.
"Now little girl, you really like dat don't yous?"
"Mmm."
"Okays. I like yous. You lie dere." He pointed to the table, as he lifted off the insensible Ray to a comfy chair.
"What you wanna do?" I asked, a litle scared now.
"If you wish, I can graft this big stick on to your clitty."
"Me what?"
"Here," he showed me, "but only if you want."
"Me want," I cried, letting go my grasp of the dick and handing it to him.
I woke up much later, and Dr Spankov had been as good as his word. I was elated.
But not when he explained,
"Everything is fine, it is taking wells, but you do understand don't you, that it is only an ornament, it has no function."
I wanted to asked what that meant when we were interrupted by a crashing sound. Police had gotten a tip off and were raiding the place.
Roy was captured and Lady Mary arrested.
end of part 1
Part 2
A self contained sequel to Crossdressed Convict.
Black Beauty
The first place that I can well remember was my slutty mother's hovel. She cared for me until she was arrested for harboring an escaped convict.
During this time, in an attempt to hide his identity, Dr Spankov had given the criminal a sex op, and I had willingly agreed to his experiment of grafting the man's big stick on to me. This was a big success, though I was highly disappointed to find that it had no feeling, and would not become erect like it had before.
With my mummy behind bars, I went away with Dr Spankov, but when he had no further use for me, he placed me in an auction.
I was on the ads as Lot 2, "Young Sissy Shemale. Excellent diaper trained, will pee and poop at will. Less experienced sexually, needs complete training. Large penis (5 inch) not elongated, unusual in black, cum production non functioning. Note: three months pregnant."
From this, potential clients quickly nicknamed me Black Beauty. When I had first seen my engrafted stick, its dark hue against my pale skin came as a shock. But at the auction, I was something of a sensation, and bidders made numerous inquiries about me.
At this auction, the winner was an elderly gentleman, Mr Stevens, who took me to his large mansion, where he was waited on by numerous minions.
I was his new personal maid, and dressed in an appropriate uniform, made of a shiny black satin, with white frills and apron and bonnet.
I keep his room tidy, and dress and bath him, from which I soon saw and half admired his tired old dick. Nothing splendid, better than the first dick I'd ever seen, that of Henry our butler, who was too old to give me any pleasure at all, but not a patch on the black dick that now dangled from my crotch, which had in its heyday ravaged and impregnated me utterly.
I wondered if I had been purchased for any more enjoyable motive, but the first week passed dully.
Then one night, in his bath, he surprised me.
"Kiss me, Julie," came out of the blue.
"Yessir." I always called him sir.
I obeyed, and I spotted that his little stick wasn't as tiny as normal.
"Well sir, your bath is doing you good!"
After I offered him another little kiss, his stick had grown considerably and he was muttering something about making him feel young.
He wasn't a strong man, but I found myself pulled into the bath with him, with a huge splash. My uniform was soaked.
"Ooh sir!"
He pulled me on top of him and I felt my sodden dress being lifted.
"They said you were both, and you are," he exclaimed, as he fondled my limp dick and my pussy.
I wished my dick could grow bigger like his.
I could feel his stick rubbing my backside, nothing special you understand, but sissy maids can't be choosers.
"Can I come in?" he asked, as though at some door.
"It's what you bought me for, isn't it?" I giggled. I felt his semi hard dick trying to squeeze in my back passage. I was a virgin in this respect, and only the bath water helped make his quest anything like a success.
"You're pregnant they say?" he said as he held his dick firmly and tried to push in.
"Yessir."
"Do you want a boy or a girl?" it was a funny question in view of what we were doing, or trying to do. He grunted and groaned and his head had nearly squeezed in.
"Do you know who the father is?"
"Oh yessir, he was a lovely black convict."
He tried squeezing further but stiffened more and pumped his stuff into me, and withdrew, hardly satisfying me, I don't know if he was pleased. I went off to dry myself.
A week later he made another attempt. As abortive as the first in terms of pleasure. After a couple of such failures, he tired of my attractions and placed me in the next auction.
Lot 5 "Young Sissy Shemale, diaper trained, sexually capable but needs further training. Large black penis, cannot produce cum. Note: eighteen weeks pregnant."
Less attention was given to me this time round. I was secondhand goods perhaps. I hope the winning bidder might be younger and more virile.
A couple of rival bidders pushed my price up. Both I noticed were younger, that was good, one was female, which I wasn't so sure about.
But it was the man Terry who offered the highest bid.
He took me to a small terraced house, where he lived with three "mates," Paul, John and Errol.
Though there are no servants, I am expected to wait on them, wash up, make their untidy beds, and keep the house clean. Meals are brought in, a sort of Meals on Wheels for Lads, and I eat on my own in the kitchen.
This first day I am told of these duties. But most importantly, every night at 8pm, I am required to entertain my master and his friends.
During the night, I am also to be available whenever they please, to service their needs.
I soon discovered what all that meant in practice.
To start with it was sheer pleasure for me, and I hope for them.
They took it in turns to offer me their cocks, either anally, orally or vaginally, sometimes in pairs. From getting no cock, I was now getting a surfeit. Particularly because my night sleep would usually be disturbed by one or even two of them, entering my room for "another go."
From being a wonderful experience, now sex became a chore to be suffered.
With my figure become much fuller, I had to ask them to be careful, and not surprisingly they tired of such restriction, and for a third time I was sent off to be auctioned.
Lot 1 "Sissy Shemale, diaper trained, sexually experienced. Large black penis, cannot produce cum. Note: nearly eight months pregnant."
A few curious people examined me at the auction house. But less interested in used goods.
First up for sale, the auctioneer announced me. He lowered his asking price. No bidders. He lowered the starting bid even further, but still nobody. Pass, he declared.
I sat in shame thru the remaining nine lots, puzzling over what was to be my fate. Perhaps I would be allowed to go free?
I was pondering if this was what I really wanted, or whether I would ever again be capable of looking after myself.
As the successful bidders went off with their prizes, and the many disappointed underbidders turned sadly away, one middle aged lady came up to me with the auctioneer. They were discussing me!
"She comes highly recommended," the lady was informed.
"Ah, so why did nobody offer for her?"
"Well, Mrs Thorson, she is heavily pregnant. That means she will not be much use for a month or two. But after that...."
The conversation turned to price, and eventually one was agreed. So little! I was shocked. But I was almost pleased that somebody wanted me, for the alternative had been too worrying to contemplate.
I discovered that my new mistress Miss Jane Thorson was the best I had had had since my mother Lady Mary, who had let me down after many happy years, and I hoped my new mistress would prove better.
I was expected only to serve meals for her ladyship, in my maid's uniform of course, no cooking, cleaning, or even sex. Rest was what she ordered, and thus a few weeks later, I was enabled to deliver safely my first child, Mary Jane.
A few weeks later and I was again the picture of health.
"My dear, you look so much better," Miss Jane told me, "your cheeks are nicely flushed and your whole body has reached an engaging maturity."
I didn't know what to answer, so I lay on my bed, wondering what plans she had in store for me. To be honest, I was missing those heavy doses of sex that had been my lot in the months before baby's birth.
I soon discovered that she had been grooming me so I could be sold at auction. I ought to have expected it, but I hadn't. I had signed over Mary Jane's keeping to herself, believing I was to remain with Ms Thorson for the foreseeable future, but the very next day, she had coldly informed me that she was taking me off to auction.
Lot 7 "Attractive Sissy Shemale maid, diaper trained, sexually experienced. Large black penis, cannot produce cum. Many possible uses."
This time I attracted a lot of interest . I hoped for a nice new owner.
The bidding began, and this time, it went upwards. An older man was bidding against a 40 something, and the price shot up. After my experience with Mr Stevens, I really hoped the younger would get me. Yes, the old man has dropped out.. No wait, another underbidder has emerged. A young woman, my age perhaps. She put in a second bid then a third, and won. She must want me, it's the highest price I'd ever made. Miss Jane had done well out of me, and she also had my baby. That made me bitter.
Jana turned out to be a lesbian. I thought she'd just bought me to pleasure herself, and I think she had- at first.
The first night she dressed me in pink, as her sissy plaything, played with my pink pussy, which she admitted is what she bought me for.
But she was obsessed with my useless black stick. Why was it black? I had to explain to her why I had it, what The Animal had been like, had I enjoyed being taken by him? Do I like girls? I admitted I hadn't any experience, though Lady Mary and I had had one or two 'moments.'
So Jana taught me to love my own pussy and I enjoyed her caressing of me. But she didn't let me reciprocate for many months, until one happy night when she opened up, explaining she had frequently been abused.
I think she knew I had been thru similar, and finally she took my hand and slid it under her leather pleated skirt to touch her panties, and under I felt her pussy.
"Give it to me," she begged, "like on other nights I've made you cum!"
Pulling down her pantie, my fingers fondled her then poked in, as I gave her a loving kiss.
She lay back enjoying being pleasured.
"This is so nice" she kept repeating as my fingers moistened more with her juices, and slid all around her heaving passage.
She fainted, I didn't know what to do, so I withdrew and kissed her. That awoke her, and she swooned in my arms.
From then on, every night was a thrill as we both made love to each other.
But after many happy months, I had to admit to her that I was missing those cocks pumping inside me.
"What's that like, tell me," she begged.
I tried to explain how the real thing was more stimulating to myself, though I knew others felt differently.
We tried dildos, which offered some lovely vibrating, but after a time, I had to confess I badly needed real hard cock inside me.
"I'm not sure that I'm really only a lesbian either," she confessed.
She came up with a possible solution.
As it happened Dr Spankov had set up a practice at a swanky London address. He advertised his sex clinic in posh magazines, and Jana spotted it while we were waiting one day at our own doctor's.
"isn't that the doc you told me about?"
I looked at the mag.
"Yeah."
From that had come Jana's idea, and together we made an appointment.
He remembered me, and expressed himself pleased that "ze graft had taken so well."
"What we want," explained Jana, is for Julie's cock to be made a working cock? Can you help?"
Dr Spankov did a lot of humming and ha-ing, and we waited in breathless anticipation. He re-examined my cock, did some more cogitating, then said, "maybes, maybes."
He said he couldn't promise results, but a couple of ops might do the business. The fee was more daunting. I was pleased and surprised when Jana agreed.
A couple of months later, my black cock was first unveiled to Jana- in her bedroom. I'd made sure it was fully erect before revealing it. I loved its shiny blackness , contrasting with the paleness of my skin.
"It's beautiful," was Jana's verdict, "my own Black Beauty! Julie, I'm sure gonna have lots of fun with this!"
Cummy sex was new to me, and to her, but what had been only finger play, or teasing with a dildo, becoming marvelously alive, as I throbbed inside her.
Whether I was producing real cum, I did not know, nor did Spankov, but ejaculating right up inside her lithe body made her yelp with delight.
"I wonder if mine'll be a black baby," she giggled.
Actually it wasn't, it wasn't anything, because she had not been fertilized.
We tried again several times, and we couldn't make out if it was my cum that was to blame. Spankov gave me a test, and declared I was fertile, not strongly, but "goods for what you are."
Jana was also proved to be fine, so in the end, after another year of trying, she tried another man. As this made her pregnant, I was suddenly, "with regrets" Jana told me, back at auction. She needed to recoup some of Dr Spankov's fees.
Lot 4 "Sissy Shemale maid, experienced with men and women. Large black penis, large pussy and ass. Ideal slut."
I was still young enough to be attractive. This time moreover, I could display an erect black penis, when I so chose. I did so any time I liked the look of a potential bidder!
"Much interest in this lot," announced the auctioneer. Bidding was brisk, though older men predominated. Down to two men bidding against each other. Unfortunately it was a man in his sixties who won me.
My heart sank. Could I bear another Mr Stevens in his bath?
No, it wasn't that.
My new home was a brothel. The man was the owner.
I entertained five or fix clients minimum each day. Some for oral sex from me, some for me to be a cum slut. In fact the full range, I did it all, sometimes willingly, often out of duty. I found if I didn't fulfil my quota, food was rationed.
Many years dragged by like this, until a new client materialized, whom I shan't forget.
I was pretty tired that evening, having already sucked two cocks, had three inside me, all anally, then one pulsing up my vagina, I always worried that because I was ovulating that I might become fertilized.
Over the years, twice at least I know I had been pregnant, but had avoided abortion by some violent sex. However I had frequently wanted to know if either of the fetuses had been black.
Though such a way might get me out of this brothel, I just could not face going to another auction. After many years away from the place, I never wanted to see it again. Never had it brought me happiness, though twice it had, only for my hopes ultimately to be dashed. At my age, I'd probably only be snapped up as a fairground freak.
So I was worrying if this guy had impregnated me, when in comes my final client for the day, Thank goodness, I think to myself, let's get it over quick and I can enjoy a bite.
However my weary eyes take a second look at this young girl, perhaps the youngest I had ever had. What's such a girl doing here? Ah well, that's her own lookout.
I lay down.
"How do you want it. Cock?" I ask
"Yes please miss," replied the girl. She looks kinda familiar as I scrutinize her.
I strip her down. She has a smooth innocent looking body that quite excites me. Just like I was at her age, before The Animal ravaged me.
"You're pretty," I remarked, taking off my top, to reveal my well suckled bosoms.
"Thanks," she blushed. "Do you like being a man or a woman better?"
"I like both," I shrugged.
I kiss her, and she goes redder.
"First time?" I offer. I want to get this over, but something makes me want to help this girl.
She nods coyly.
"But you don't need to come here for that!" I say in a loud voice.
"I do," she sighs.
"But any number would be queuing up for you. I would!" I nearly told her I'd do this one for free, but that wasn't my offer to make, sadly.
I kissed her again, and she pulled down my skirt, revealing my cock and pussy.
She fondled them both gently.
"It must be nice to have both," she sighed.
We kiss more passionately.
"My mum had both," she said suddenly as my cock hardened. "I never met her, but my step mum told me."
I paused.
"Your name isn't Mary Jane, by any chance is it?" I stop hardening, as I wait for her to answer.
"Yes, but how on earth do you know?"
There was no more sex that evening, but a happy reunion. I learned all about her own troubled life, and told her of mine.
Another auction next month.
I had told the owner to get stuffed and though he had made a fortune out of me, had no compunction in disposing of me. Actually, it is what I wanted.
Lot 1 "42 year old Sissy Shemale maid, willing, experienced."
Only one bidder for someone my age.
That was Mary Jane. With the little savings I had earned at the brothel, we bought ourselves a little smallholding, for me to settle down, and hopefully to find Mary Jane a real man to love.
My diary:
I have now lived in this happy place a whole year. I feel my strength and spirits all coming back again. Mary Jane treats me as her special friend. She has promised that I shall never be sold, and so I have nothing to fear; and here my story ends.
My troubles are all over, and I am at home.
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