Denise

*** Chapter 23, Alteration

The slave woke as the light streamed into his cell window. The 'H' of the bars on the windows cast their shadow on the door as they came for him. He ate the food off the tray and remembered no more.

As his consciousness faded he thought of Joan. How she must hate him he thought to destroy him like this.

He awoke strapped to a low table. Recognising the operating room that he had seen briefly the previous night he tested the straps that held him tight. He could just make out a man in a surgeon's coat to one side and wondered if he had been operated on or not.

His slight movements caused the man to turn and come to him.

"You are a lucky man,” said the doctor. "You will see the operation being done on you under a local anaesthetic."

The doctor produced a mask and placed it over Jake's face. "This will help ensure that you do not interfere with what is a very delicate operation,” he said as he adjusted the strap holding the mask close to Jake's face.

Turning from his unwilling patient he continued to prepare for the procedure. Jake heard a thin his of gas and a metallic taste. Soon he was in a dreamy state, neither awake nor asleep. His body felt like lead and was paralysed.

After a few minutes Jake saw Joan enter his vision. She had never looked so beautiful he thought as she spoke to him. Somehow the words did not register, her lips moved and she smiled but the meaning was unclear. Then another woman appeared. She was dressed as a nurse and wore a mask. When Joan had stopped talking the nurse ushered her away and the operation began.

Vaguely Jake felt his legs being opened and his feet being placed in stirrups. A cold feeling in his groin signalled the first cut of the knife as the doctor started to work.

Jake could feel no pain but a discomfort spread to his thighs. Every now and again the nurse monitored the mask and passed tools to the doctor. He was almost out of sight as he worked on the soft flesh of his patient's groin. The actions seemed to last forever before the nurse passed the needles and thread to the doctor and he worked to finish the work.

Then the gas was turned up and Jake lost his grip on consciousness.

When he came to, Jake was lying strapped to the bed in his cell. He could feel a dull ache between his legs but he could not move to be able to look down. A movement attracted his attention, Joan was sitting by his bed.

"Do you feel the difference?" She asked.

Jake just shook his head.

He felt sick but could not retch.

"You will my dear, you will."

"What have you done to me?" he asked in a small voice.

"Mistress. You will call me mistress. But I shall overlook it this time. I have made you ready for further training and also made sure that you cannot fuck another woman. From now on I am your only hope of relief,” she said with a grin. "Let's just say that you now have the prick that you deserve."

Jake could make no sense of it. What had been done. His face turned away from his wife as tears welled into his eyes.

"When you are healed you will be trained for my exclusive use and then you can look forward to a rather changed life as my enslaved husband,” she said. "Oh and I forgot. That slut of yours, Diane, she is mine as well, we will have a lot of fun to look forward to."

A figure stood behind Joan. The face of Diane looked at him impassively. Black lips and red cheeks he noted. A red rubber ball pouted from between her lips and was fastened with straps that looked almost like a horse harness. A wide collar hid her neck fixing her head and allowing a leash to dangle to Joan's gloved hand. He could see that her large breasts had been constricted in a corset to point through two tubes.

Gold rings in the nipples hung with small pointed weights. It took a moment to register that her bare shoulders had no arms. He looked at the red scars with shock before he fully realised that she had been mutilated by the surgeon's knife.

Joan smiled and stood up to allow Jake to see Diane fully. The tight corset ended at her waist allowing him to see her naked sex from, which hung two long sheets of flesh that ended in many rings with heavy weights attached. A pair of boots ended halfway up her thighs.

Jake felt a terrible anguish and sobbed.

"What have you done to her Mistress?" he wailed.

"Dear Diane is nearly finished,” she replied with a little laugh. "Already she is so helpless that she can do nothing but await my orders. Poor little slave cannot even stand up unless she has help. Nearly every day she serves me in bed. Soon I will have her completed and then you will see that she has no greater wish than to give me pleasure and be punished by her mistress."

Joan took the lead in her hand and led her female slave out of the cell. As they went Jake noticed a black object sticking from between the cheeks of her smooth ass. Diane was nothing more or less than a sex dolly for his wife.

It took two weeks before Jake was allowed to get from his bed. During that time he was fed by spoon and emptied by catheter.

The days passed in a monotonous progression. Until at last the bandages were removed and he saw the result of the operation.

With one hand he felt the void under his cock. Once there had been a sack with his balls, now there was simply a line of stitches where they had hung. His proud prick had been shortened until just the purple tip protruded from his smooth groin.

The surgeon had shortened him to just an inch of soft sensitive flesh that ached when he touched it. When at last he had an erection he realised what his wife had meant.

No longer could he enter a woman, the couple of inches that he could muster were only enough show where he should have his manhood.

*** Chapter 24, Conclusion

Mistress Joan lay back on the bed with a satisfied sigh. Her glistening skin told of the bygone pleasure. By the bed her slave husband awaiting any further orders. Between her damp quivering thighs was her helpless sex doll, tongue straining to please and lips sucking to entice.

Her husband had returned to her just a couple of months ago he had been such a good boy. The whip and the red silk glove were the key to his chains. With the touch of the glove he came at her command, with the touch of the whip he obeyed her will.

No longer could he spill his milky seed, but she could rub him to climax as reward for good behaviour. As she took her tamed husband to parties, non-of her friends could have guessed that he was truly hers, a tongue at her pussy with his lips for her ass.

As for the slut, she stood adorned in her many rings. No longer clothed except in gold chains that webbed her flesh like a binding fence and passed through the rings in her flesh to cage her in a sparkling prison.

Diane's breasts were held tight in their grip to be fondled or caned at Joan's fancy. Her gaping pussy hidden by the long flaps of her inner lips, was filled with ever-larger objects and her ass was stuffed with black plastic. The little pink clitoris that should have nestled at the front of her pussy was no more.

Just another ring to pass a golden chain through.

Soon she would be paying a visit to Miss Clearmont and could show off her slaves.

The future held nothing but further pleasure. In fact she felt pride at these two traitors who had become her sex captives. When she tired of these two dolls she would sell them on and get some more.

At last she was fulfilled and happy with her life.

*** The End of the Beginning.

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