Author's Note: There's an establishment in my town that has a sign proclaiming "Semi-Live Entertainment" along the street. Each time I pass I wonder what they mean by semi-live. Over time my warped mind has conjured up all kinds of fantasy meanings to this sign. I decided to transform one of these fantasies into a story. All the usual disclaimers apply. This is a work of fiction and the people, locations, and events depicted do not represent actual people, places, or events. The story can be re-posted as long as it contains this note, acknowledges the author, and no fees are collected."

 

Semi-Live Entertainment

by Marti B

 

It was the sign. I must have passed that dingy little bar a hundred times. Each time, that innocuous little sign with those two simple words exerted a magnetic, almost hypnotic attraction. I joked about the message with anyone who'd listen but I was like the tabloid. Enquiring minds want to know.

It was one of those dreary, rainy days that start off bad and spiral downhill when curiosity cot the better of me. I had just visited a client who informed me that she was switching to a competitor because they offered such a good price. This was the same woman who told me just a week and a half ago that she valued quality over price and that she felt that she got her money's worth with me. Right!

I was feeling down. I drove down the street in a deep funk. It was my curiosity that seized the opportunity and caused me to pull into the cramped parking lot below the sign. I certainly don't remember doing it.

I turned the car off and sat for about five minutes staring at the sign. "Semi-Live Entertainment"; for the life of me I couldn't figure out what it meant. I looked at the forbidding black door and almost retreated to the safety of my imagination. A small voice inside kept telling me to run. I didn't.

Pulling the collar of my coat against my chin in a vain attempt to ward off the chill and rain, I dashed across the thirty feet that separated me from the promise of semi-live entertainment. The door was heavier than it looked and it took a concerted effort to gain access to the den of mystery. In the dim light I could see about forty patrons clustered in small groups around tables or the bar. Off to my left, the stage was dark and empty. My curiosity about the entertainment; semi-live or otherwise would not be satisfied tonight. I almost left. I should have left. It really wasn't my type of place. I knew all these things but ignored them as I boldly set forth into the bar.

I found an empty stool at the bar that was between two groups. They had clustered their stools so that mine had a bit of a buffer on either side. The tall, big boned redhead behind the bar came over and asked what I wanted. I asked for a glass of merlot. The look on her face said it all. I wasn't going to get merlot here. I asked for a beer. My choices were Bud, Bud Lite, of Michelob. With a sigh I ordered a Bud Lite.

One of the waitresses squeezed into the spot to my right to pass her drink order to Judy behind the bar. I smiled at the pretty blonde whose nametag proclaimed her to be Prudence.

"Hi cutie!" She said accompanied with a dazzling smile. "You new around here?"

I explained about my curiosity regarding the sign and asked about the "Semi-Live Entertainment".

"Oh." She said laying her hand across my shoulder and gently massaging the back of my neck. "You're in luck because we're going to break in a new act tonight."

As she finished those words I felt a sharp jab at the base of my neck. It wasn't much more than a pin-prick and I figured that Prudence had poked me with the stone on a ring. Fear gripped me as a burning pain radiated out from the injection point. Fire coursed through my blood vessels and shot up and down my spine. I tried to yell but my words were trapped in my rapidly constricting throat. I tried to escape. My mind kept telling my body to run but nothing happened.

A hand, I think it was Prudence pulled my billfold from my pants and tossed it on the bar. Judy, who had moved to stand directly in from of me picked it up and opened to my driver's license.

"Folks, this is Lynn. She came by here tonight to provide a little entertainment. As you can all see, she's in the semi-live state we all know and love. Prudence will get the lovely little Lynne ready for her show which should start in about ten minutes."

There was a general murmur of approval from the crowd of about forty gathered in little clusters around the bar. I sensed some movement behind me and heard the scrape of chair legs on the rough floor.

I wanted to flee! My brain told my legs to run! Nothing happened. My body didn't respond to my mental commands. I was confused! It must have shown in my face cause the girls laughed.

"What's the matter? Feet not working?" Judy asked with a smirk. "Don't worry Lynne, they'll work just fine when Prudence and the girls get you over to the stage for the show."

Judy reached across the bar and pinched my cheek. "God, you're going to be a cutie!"

With a simple nod from Judy, Prudence grabbed my right elbow and firmly pulled. I felt that I would fall as my butt slid off the stool. My knees almost buckled as my feet hit the floor. Amazingly I kept my balance and found myself following Prudence in a sort of herky-jerky series of faltering steps. Hands roughly grabbed my butt several time as we made our way through the crowd that was beginning to cluster around the stage. Prudence deftly guided me to the short flight of steps on the right side of the stage where several other women waited. The girls almost carried me up the stairs by lifting my individual legs in turn and placing my feet on the appropriate steps. Progress was extremely slow and there were numerous catcalls from the increasingly restless audience.

Once up on stage, I resumed the herky-jerky motion to the center of the stage. I heard several comments from the crowd. "She's a cutie! I can't wait to see her with tits! I claim firsts!"

I didn't have a good feeling about this. Prudence and another girl raised my arms and fastened them to a bar suspended from the rafters using straps attached to the ends of the bar. I heard the whir of an electric motor a second before my hands were pulled upward. I was stretched to the limit. My toes just barely touched the surface of the stage.

Evidently this was a signal of some type because the generalized, unfocused din of the crowd grew silent. The distinctive tap-tap of high heels brought a round of applause. The spotlights shining directly at my face made it difficult to see but I could make out several people in the crowd. Each of them was smiling in anticipation.

The glare in my face darkened briefly as a person crossed in front of me. It was tough to tell, but I thought it was Judy. I sensed the presence of two additional people flanking me. I turned my head to confirm the fact that two women were standing next to me.

"Welcome to the Beacon and another night of semi-live entertainment!" Judy began. She waited for the applause to subside before continuing. "We're fortunate to have a new performer tonight. Lynne has promised to entertain you like you've never been entertained before." Again she had to wait as the applause ran its course. "I know you don't need to hear me talking so we'll get on with the show. But first, the girls will help our performer get ready. Any you'll get to watch!"

Judy gave me a big smile as she turned. The applause was deafening.

"Knock them dead, good looking!"

As Judy walked off the stage the girls went to work. The girl on my right began at my pant cuff. She used scissors to cut through my pants in a spiraling pattern that flowed up my leg. The girl on my left repeated that spiral pattern up my left arm. She quickly reached my shoulder and continued the spiral across my back and under my right arm. She continued up that arm. Meanwhile, the girl working on my feet reached my crotch. She continued the spiral across my butt and began working down the left leg. As the girls reached the cuffs they stood back so the crowd could see my tattered clothes.

The girls approached me again. This time they worked front and back, neatly snipping the clothes from my torso. A quick spin move, a gentle tug and my clothing separated down the middle. The crowd went wild. They cheered and yelled. There were several wolf whistles.

I stood there naked. I never prided my self on being exceptionally large and, right now my meager member was trying to hide by withdrawing back inside. I thought I was limp but I actually felt my penis shrink.

Three girls appeared from the sides of the stage. They danced around me with little flowered bowls and brushes. As they danced, they used the brushes to paint my body with some sort of foam. Using short dabs and long bold strokes they slowly covered everything below my neck. The foam was perfumed with a sweet fruity fragrance. Prudence joined the three women dancing around me. She painted my cheeks and chin with the foam. As she danced she whispered. "You better cooperate if you don't want to get hurt. If you try to fight you will get cut. None of us wants to hurt you."

Get cut? It slowly dawned on me. I was covered in shaving cream. These girls intended to shave me while I hung here in front of the crowd. I panicked! I tried to will my body to move. To run and escape as fast as I could run! My brain sent all these messages but only got a busy tone back from the body. Whatever these people had given me still blocked all messages.

The girls finished lathering me up. Now they were armed with straight razors that they wielded like swords as they continued to dance around me. One of the girls spun and collapsed at my feet. She began to shave the hair growing on my toes and instep. Two of the girls started on my armpits. Prudence continued to dance provocatively in front of me. Her razor sliced through the air in what appeared to be a random pattern however, the blade always seemed to just miss my member.

The crowd loved my close calls with emasculation. Cries of "Cut it off!" made me cringe.

The first girl finished with my feet and began to shave my lower legs. The girls along side of me moved from my armpits to my arms. I continued to struggle…at least in my mind. Suddenly, there was just the slightest twitch. I could move my toes! I brought all my mental power to bear. I willed my feet to move. My left foot jerked.

Four razors flashed out immediately as I began to spin. I was bleeding from my left foot, both breasts, and my scrotum. I hurt! I also spun helplessly hanging from the bar.

Prudence held her razor up menacingly in front of my face. "Didn't I tell you not to fight?" She asked. Prudence reached out and stopped my spinning. "This time we just nicked you as a warning. Try that again and I swear I'll cut off your dick and shove it down your throat. Now, you wouldn't want to die sucking your own dick, would you?"

The fear in my eyes gave Prudence all the response she needed. With a simple nod to her partners they began to shave my body once again. As for me, I tried to stay very still.

Twenty minutes later the hair was gone and my body had been rinsed with a floral soap. The girls applied a body lotion with a similar scent. This time my member responded to the caresses. One of the girls went behind me. I felt a lubricated finger penetrate my ass. At the same time, another girl pushed a large cushion out onto the stage. I stood about 30 inches tall and was shaped in an arch. There was a single hole located near the top. I felt the tension on the bar lessen. The girls grabbed the bar and quickly turned me and pushed me face down on the cushion. A hand reached under me and guided my penis to the hole in the cushion. As I entered the hole I felt other hands grab my member. I was guided into some kind of sheath. A noose was also placed around my penis and balls. It in turn was fastened to the underside of the cushion preventing me from moving.

The girls disconnected the bar from the cable and fastened it to the bottom of the cushion. My ankles were similarly fastened to the other end. Only then did I realize that I was positioned to allow access to my butt.

I heard him approach. The footfalls as he walked across the stage were heavy and determined. I had no intention of making this easy. I concentrated on squeezing my sphincter tight. I felt the head of his cock as is slid between my cheeks. The mystery man grunted as he felt my resistance. The pressure increased! I squeezed tighter!

Then it happened. The sheath around my penis began to pulse. The sudden sensation surprised me just briefly but that was all it took. I was penetrated! My mind reacted in shocked horror as my attacker began a rhythmic thrusting. The pulses of the sheath seemed to match the slap of his thighs on my cheeks. My body responded to the stimulation. I was sore but it felt good. I was ashamed to be enjoying my own rape.

He came! I could feel his semen flooding my cavity. The man pulled out and slapped my on the ass. Before I knew what was happening another dick entered my not quite so virgin ass. I don't know how long my assault went on or how many men I entertained that night. Somewhere in the process my mined checked out.

I awoke to the first horizontal rays of sunlight streaming in through the window. God I was sore. I was again hanging from the bar on the stage. I was still naked. My butt felt the effects of the assault. I also dripped. A slow moving, sticky stream flowed from my ass, down my legs and collected in an ever-growing lake at my feet.

As I hung there I couldn't help but think of a saying we had when I was a kid. I was never quite knew the actual meaning… until this moment. I had been "ridden hard and put away wet." Despite my soreness the thought made me laugh.

"Welcome back Lynne. How do you feel? God you've got to be sore after last night. You serviced at least thirty-five guys. Maybe forty."

Prudence seemed to have reverted to a much kinder and more likable person in the light of day.

I tried to ask why but only indistinguishable croaks emerged from my throat.

"Don't talk Lynne. The drug really dries out your mouth and throat. Now, I'll take you down and get you cleaned up if you promise not to try to escape. Do I have your word?"

I nodded. The defiance that caused me to want to fight last night had been replaced with a dull acceptance of whatever fate had to offer. Oh, there was a spark of the previous me lodged way down there somewhere but my spirit had been crushed during the assault on my body. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as my mind finally accepted my fate. Did I want to run? Yes! Did I still have the desire to preserve whatever dignity I had left? Yes! Did I have the will to achieve these goals? No! That was my problem. As much as I wanted to be free; to return to my previous life, I simply lacked the fortitude to follow through with action. I was beaten.

Prudence lowered the cable on the bar. She stopped when my hands reached the top of my head and I started to slump. She gently supported my weight as she unfastened my wrists and led me toward the back of the stage where a large tub full of warm soapy water waited.

Prudence explained the Beacon and the concept of semi-live entertainment to me as she gently bathed my tired, sore body.

It all started by accident about six years ago. One of the regulars had asked a young lady to dance. They were finishing the last slow number of the night and the guy got a little frisky. He reached out to caress the lady's crotch and felt a dick. As Prudence heard it he let out a scream that could be heard three counties away. The young lady escaped in the confusion but the incident became the talk of the bar for several nights.

It was during one of these discussions that Judy volunteered that she could make any guy into a lady with enough time and the right incentives. The guys couldn't buy that and offered several wagers. Several of the men volunteered until Judy stated that, if she did succeed, they had to remain as feminized sluts for the rest of their lives. The number of volunteers shrank to zero. Three nights later a drifter happened to stop by the club. He was the first successful transformation although it took several months and a lot of pain to convince him that he was better off as a girl. Judy collected a sizable pile of cash that night. She also developed an appetite for feminization. It took two years to come up with the idea of semi-live entertainment on the sign. That simple message had been responsible for the transformation of ten, no; make it eleven men over the years.

I told Prudence that someone would miss me. She laughed and told me that ten minutes after I'd been drugged a man looking a lot like me had driven my car to the airport and booked a flight to Salt Lake City. Upon landing the person methodically cleaned out both my savings and checking accounts using my ATM card. Police initially listed me as a missing person but Judy volunteered that I'd been to the bar. The parking lot surveillance video showed me park, enter the bar, and then leave about ten minutes later. Police were able to get a license number from the video and used that to track my car to the airport. I was not listed as a runaway and the police were investigating my background to see if there was any evidence of criminal behavior.

Prudence finished bathing me and had me stand to dry off. She dusted my body with perfumed talc and snapped handcuffs on my wrists. I didn't try to fight any of this. I was beaten both in body and spirit.

I spent the afternoon backstage with the girls. In addition to Prudence there was Randi, an auburn haired amazon who must have stood six feet tall. She had a rugged beauty that went well with her large frame. Trudy had red hair cut in a pixie style. She was petite and well proportioned. Her smile however was the most distinguishing characteristic. It was dazzling! Finally there was Natasha; a raven-haired statuesque goddess who remained withdrawn on the other side of the room. It was Trudy who told me that each of them had been captured and transformed at the Beacon. Prudence Randi and, most recently Vanessa had all undergone the semi-live ritual. Trudy was transformed the old fashioned way although no one explained what that meant to me.

They tried different looks on me with wigs and makeup. That night I was on stage again. This time I sat in front of a vanity while the girls applied sluttish makeup to my face. Again I was attached to the fucking cushion and had my brains fucked out. If the first night had crushed my spirit; the second night destroyed my soul. I woke the following morning, hanging from the rafters with the lake of cum forming at my feet. There was nothing degrading or funny about my condition. I was beyond humor as a defense. I was an empty vessel, waiting to be filled.

This process was repeated the next two nights. Prudence told me that I even gave several guys blow jobs on Thursday night.

Friday morning I awoke once again hanging from the rafters with a cum pond forming at my feet. Vanessa, a tall raven-haired beauty with an exotic look helped me down and gave me my bath. I was beaten. Fucked into submission. At this point I really didn't care what happened to me. If I was destined to be a girl, then so be it.

Vanessa tucked me into bed after my bath. She told me to rest since tonight was my big night. I slept until Judy's persistent shaking woke me about four-thirty. Instead of the vanity table I was strapped to gurney. There were stirrups attached to each side. My legs were strapped into the stirrups leaving my crotch open and exposed. At precisely 8:30 Judy came by.

"Well, Lynne, this is your big night." She said. "Everything changes after your performance tonight. I just wanted to come by and wish you luck."

I was confused and still trying to come up with an appropriate reply when the needle entered my thigh. That burning sensation spread through my body. Within minutes I was paralyzed.

At 8:45 Judy went out on stage. She announced that tonight was my big night and that I'd be taking three weeks off for a well deserved vacation. Prudence and Trudy wheeled me out to the center of the stage. They spun the gurney around several times to the raucous applause of the crowd. Judy introduced Dr. Feelgood. A pretty brunette lady walked into my view. She was dressed in a sexy variation of surgical scrubs. The scrubs were tight and low cut exposing her ample cleavage for the admiring crowd. Instead of pants, the lower part of her outfit was a thong.

Prudence pushed a small cart out on the stage. Dr Feelgood picked up a scalpel from the cart and approached the lower end of my gurney.

The crowd went wild. The indistinguishable roar soon organized into a rhythmic chant "Cut them off!" repeated over and over again. The doctor smiled at me as her hand with the scalpel approached my crotch.

An icy sensation was the first indication that the scalpel had reached my scrotum. This icy pinpoint moved from bottom to top. The icy sensation was followed immediately by the burning rawness of exposed nerves as my sac opened up. The pain was intense. I tried to scream but nothing came out due to the drug. I felt two sharp icy pricks. I could feel the doctor's gloved hand as she reached in and gently caressed my testicle before pulling the severed orb away from my body. She held it aloft to the tumultuous roar of the crowd. She placed it in a metal basin and turned back to me. Another icy prick and my other testicle was held aloft like a trophy. I had been castrated! I think I fainted at that point because I don't remember the rest of the operation down there.

I did wake up when the scalpel sliced into my chest. Again the icy coldness followed by the intense burning. The doctor opened up my chest and inserter something under my nipples. She hooked the object to a bag of liquid and opened up a valve. My chest began to swell as my left breast gained new proportions. It grew and grew until I felt that my skin would burst if she tried to sew me shut. A few voices from the audience called for "Bigger! Bigger!" I don't think the doctor paid any attention to them. She seemed to have a pre-determined plan in mind. Finally, she seemed satisfied. The process was repeated on the right side. A pin-prick in my left arm. I lost consciousness as the doctor began sewing my chest closed.

I don't know how long I was out. I awoke in a bed with an IV running into my arm. My chest hurt like hell! Looking down I could see the twin mounds pushing the covers up. Natasha opened the door.

"How do you feel?" She asked. She didn't wait for a reply but continued. "Surgery night is always a shock. I couldn't bear to be there last night because it brought back too many memories. Did it hurt?"

I nodded.

"I tried to tell Judy that her drug didn't block out the pain. She doesn't pay attention. She says that if it really hurt then the patient would cry out. I think the pain is part of the transformation process. You know, break our spirit a little more through the suffering. Anyway, you rest. You'll be here for the next three days then we'll move you back to the club. You're on light duty for the next three weeks then we work out an entertainment schedule."

She left closing the door quietly behind her. I dozed.

The next three days went by with the monotony of the hospital schedule. The doctor visited each morning and afternoon. A nurse came by about every three hours. On the second day I was allowed to sit as long as I wore my special bra. On the third day Prudence came to drive me back to the club.

I never was curious about prison life but I certainly got a taste of it over the next three weeks. I was allowed to roam the club, but always under the watchful eye of one of the girls. The doctor came out during the second week to check on my progress. It was my first chance to see what she did to me down there. I was surprised to see my penis rise from a perfectly smooth crotch. They had removed my scrotum completely and simply sewed the area closed. I was concerned that the doctor's touching did not produce an erection. She must have sensed my concern. She told me that I could still get an erection but that for the time being I was receiving a special mix of drugs that prevented any reaction to ensure that the stitched didn't pull out.

The doctor seemed equally pleased with my breasts. She proudly informed me that I was a 36D. My breasts were heavy. Although they didn't seem to have the effect on my center of balance that was reported in many of the erotic stories I had read. OK. I'll admit it. I had always been fascinated by stories of female domination and forced feminization. I liked to read about other poor schmucks losing their manhood. I never intended to be the center of my own story.

The girls and I grew closer through our common experiences. We were a team. We worked hard and played hard. I took my turn waiting tables and performing on stage. Prudence and I do a little lesbian love act that drives the crowd wild. Well, it's not really lesbian since we suck each other's dicks. I never, in my wildest imagination, though I'd end up here but, it isn't that bad. So, if you're ever in town and see the little sign proclaiming "Semi-Live Entertainment" come on in and look me up. I'm the platinum blonde with the big hooters. Ask about the entertainment and maybe, if you're really lucky, you'll get your chance at stardom…and a whole lot more.

 

 

 

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