The Terrace View Apartments                       by: Sean McBride

 

Chapter 4 - "Andrea"

Standing alone on the street outside the Terrace View Apartment complex, I found myself shaking uncontrollably with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. Physical exhaustion probably had a lot to do with my nerves as well. After all, I’d only begun what I had hoped would be a new life a few days earlier--and I’d already enjoyed more sexual adventure in those few short days than I had in my previous several years.

All the sex had been fantastic, but I wasn’t used to so much activity, nor the constant state of sexual arousal that I’d been in ever since I left Kansas City. I smiled as I remembered Danielle, and the butt plug that she’d erotically snaked into my ass before I started my long drive to Houston. I recalled Earl, and a shiver ran down my spine as I thought about all the erotic sights that he could show me. And of course, I thought about Bobby and Candy--how could I not? My muscles still carried the pleasant ache of being boxed up all day as their personal oral sex machine.

My cock stirred again as I recalled that in the past few days I’d not only met and had sex with my first shemale, but I’d sucked her cock as well. And that was just the beginning. I’d probably sucked twenty cocks in the past few days, something unthinkable just a week ago, and had enjoyed each and every one of them. I had even started to dream about big throbbing penises that shot loads of thick cum down my waiting throat and into my clenching ass.

As I reflected on my erotic dreams and real-life experiences, my own penis strained to slip free from the silky panties that I was wearing underneath my pants. I mindlessly started to rub myself right there on the street. The silk felt so good against my now fully erect cock, and I resolved to never go back to boxer shorts again.

That’s when it hit me. I suddenly knew why I was so nervous about the Terrace View Apartments. I was going to be living at a place where, according to rumors, (which I now completely believed) I would soon have access to as many shemale slaves as I could shake my dick at. It was a fantasy come true, and certainly a fitting way start off this new life of mine. But somewhere in the back of my mind, I suspected that I might enjoy being the shemale slut more than the slut master.

And that was not what I had in mind when I thought about a new life, a new job with new friends and a new set of sexual experiences. It was all too much for me to handle.

Here I was, standing alone in the street, carrying nothing but a letter of introduction and wearing a pair of pink silk panties under my clothing. I didn’t even have the keys to my car, and I couldn’t quite remember where I had left them.

I was loosing my nerve.

Perhaps, I thought, I’d better go back to the bar and see if I could find my keys. Perhaps, I reasoned, I’d better forget about this sexy new life and concentrate on my new job instead.

That was the smart thing to do, so I started to walk away, secure in the knowledge that I was doing the smart thing in this situation. But there was something about the apartment complex that called out to me. I wanted to put it out of my mind, but I couldn’t stop staring at the lavish towers that peaked out over the fence. And that fence—what pleasures hid behind it? I had to know. The curiosity was too much, and I ultimately gave in and decided to walk the perimeter. I just had to know what went on behind the tall fence

At the very least, the walk would calm my nerves. Not to mention that the motion from my walk felt really good as it caused my silk panties to slide wonderfully against my still-erect cock.

Returning my mind to my task, I quickly realized that the privacy fence did its job well, as I was unable to glimpse anything inside the complex. However the late-evening breeze was not so constrained, and I could smell delicious food roasting on a nearby grill. I could hear the tinkling, laughing sounds of sophisticated men and women enjoying themselves at a hidden party just a few feet beyond the border.

I smiled as I though about how nice it might be to hang out with that well-to-do crowd. I could see myself, dressed in an expensive suit, lounging about the grounds as I chatted up the most beautiful women in Houston. I would sip expensive wine served by beautiful transvestites who would drop to their knees and give me a blowjob right there at the party if I so ordered. But then the conflicting image came back as I suddenly saw myself dressed as the slutty French maid, serving wine and blowjobs to those at the party.

I knew then and there that I couldn’t risk living here because sooner or later my fantasies would be revealed and then I’d really be fucked.

No pun intended.

So I took a resolving breath, and was about to leave when a large hand suddenly tapped me on the shoulder. I screamed like a girl as I turned to find myself faced with the biggest security guard I had ever seen. He towered above me, and I immediately noticed that his over-muscled body threatened to burst out of his uniform. Truth be told, I also noticed that his pants could barely contain the bulge in his crotch. How could I not notice? It was huge, and practically at eye level.

I froze--visions of police brutality racing through my mind. To my relief, the guard’s voice was courteous when he asked if he could be of any assistance. I swallowed hard and stammered something about being lost. Fortunately he bought my story and even offered to help me with directions. But I didn’t hear a word he said, as my eyes kept dropping down to the massive bulge in his crotch. It was as big as anything that I had ever fantasized about, and I suddenly thought that it would be quite nice if this security guard would just throw me down and fill me from behind with his meat.

Overwhelmed by this image and the memories of the past few days, something snapped inside of me, and I suddenly blurted out that I had a letter to give to the manager. The guard stopped talking and regarded me suspiciously for a moment as I held out my letter with shaking hands. I think I saw a hint of a smile form on his face when he ripped open the envelope and read the letter inside (something that I hadn’t thought to do). He read the letter twice, looked me over once again, and then abruptly ordered me to follow him inside the compound.

I felt like a little boy following this giant of a man through the front gates. I certainly felt out-of-place here, and I instinctively kept my eyes lowered until we entered into a well-furnished office. "Wait here," he ordered and then left, ominously locking the door behind him.

I stood in this expensive room for almost a half an hour, too frightened to sit down on one of the fancy couches; too scared to explore the room or even dare look out the window. I was shaking again, and I had now broken out into a sweat. I worried that I would drip onto the expensive carpet. I was so nervous that I felt that the room was watching my every movement. I swear, I could even hear the walls breathing.

But I kept coming back to the image of me dressed as a sissy slut, thrown across the desk in front of me with my skirt flipped over my back while the security guard plowed into me from behind. Once again, I found myself inadvertently rubbing myself through my silky panties as I daydreamed about being a shemale slut who worked at the Terrace View Apartments.

I was so aroused that I began to reach inside my pants, but just then, a door at the back of the room burst open and a stunning dark-haired woman strode imperiously into the room. For only a second, I thought that she might be one of the rumored slaves, but she carried herself with such regal poise that I instantly sensed that she would never stoop to serve anybody. Especially not someone like me.

She regarded at me just once, and then slid effortlessly into the leather chair behind her desk and proceeded to ignore me completely. Reading my letter, she pausing every once and a while to close her eyes and smile with what looked like almost orgasmic delight. It was very arousing, standing there watching her and wondering what caused her such pleasure. Perhaps it was just my imagination, but I was certain that the scent of female arousal hung on the air.

Then to my surprise, she pulled a Polaroid picture out of the envelope. I couldn’t see what was in the image, but I feared that it was proof of my one-night relationship with Danielle. I started to hyperventilate, and had trouble composing myself. The woman didn’t even seem to notice me. She logged on to her computer and read some documents. I stood waiting, anxiously watching her for fifteen long minutes. Just once did I think to speak, but as I cleared my throat her arched eyebrow immediately shut my mouth. Finally, she smiled mockingly as she ripped the letter into quarters and flung it and the Polaroid into a nearby wastepaper basket.

"This is rather presumptuous," she said at last. "We are fully staffed at the moment."

I didn’t know how to respond. Was this a test? Or a blanket rejection? Was I supposed to beg? Or demand to be let in?

Ultimately, I chickened out. I apologized for wasting her time. But the woman didn’t dismiss me or even move to unlock the door. She just sat there regarding me coldly. For the second time in a few short days, I felt completely naked as she looked me over from head to toe. Once again, I could hear what sounded like muffled breathing and now it seemed to be coming from underneath the desk. From the sounds, the smell of sex and the rumors I had heard before, I decided that there was in fact somebody hidden underneath the desk, and I instinctively knew that he (or she) had been sexually servicing this woman from the moment that she sat down.

The cold woman caught my eyes darting about, and she smiled cruelly. "Tell me about Danielle," she demanded. "Tell me about Candy and the others that you serviced at the club this afternoon. And most importantly," she added with a threat in her voice, "tell me why I should even allow you the pleasure of thinking about serving here?"

My mind reeled. How much did she know? What did the letter say? What was in the picture? What was on the computer? How did she know about Candy? Did she even know that I was wearing panties at that very moment?

It was all too much for me. I felt faint and the room started to spin.

But the cruel woman was only annoyed at not being answered immediately. She pushed a button on her desk and the security guard quickly appeared. "Remove him from these premises," she ordered, and the guard grabbed me and effortlessly began to drag me from the room.

I experienced something like having your life flash in front of you when you’re about to die. But instead, it was images from my new life that filled my vision. In my mind’s eye, I saw myself on my knees servicing countless men and women. I saw my body transformed into that of a very sexy woman. I saw long periods of tight bondage, severe punishments and unimaginable sexual pleasure.

I was being dragged roughly out of the room, but I clearly saw that this is what I wanted—more than that, this was what I needed! It may not have been what I had envisioned when I started out on my new life, but it was certainly the life that I honestly desired now. I managed to scream out and somehow wrested myself free from the guard’s grip. I ran back into the office and threw myself prone across the desk and pleaded with a trembling voice to be allowed to stay.

"I’ll do anything, be anything, just don’t kick me out!" I pleaded with as much sincerity as I could muster. The woman was unimpressed with my declaration. Desperate, I surged onward. "I only met Danielle three days ago, but she completely changed my life. Please ma’am, turn me into Danielle. Make me a sissy-slut. It’s what I want. It’s what I need. Tell me what to do and I’ll prove how much I need to be here. Anything you say, I’ll do. I’ll prove that I deserve to be here!"

With this last statement, a smile finally formed on the cruel woman’s face. She rose and took my face in her hands and looked me straight in the eyes. "If I take you in, you will do what I say, no matter what…" I didn’t let her finish as I had burst into tears. Through my sobs, I promised "Yes Mistress, anything."

"We’ll see," she answered and then abruptly turned to the guard. "Take him to the theater. You may do with him as you please, but have him tied up on the altar by midnight." Then she strode out of the room.

I turned to find that the guard was looking at me with a sadistic leer on his face. "Strip," he ordered, and I thought that my fantasy of being fucked over the desk was about to come true. But no sooner had I undressed than the guard suddenly slammed his nightstick into my exposed testicles and I collapsed to the floor. "Don’t worry," he said sneering, "They won’t bother you for long."

It was sheer agony, and the guard took advantage of my incapacitation by handcuffing my hands behind my back. He also blindfolded me and buckled a thick leather collar around my neck. Finally, he snapped a padlock around my swelling testicles, and attaching a chain to the lock. He pulled me to my feet and dragged me naked out the door.

I stumbled blindly forward, desperate to keep up and avoid the painful yanking of the chain on my ravished balls. I staggered out into the cool night air, and by the sudden sound of nearby laughter, I realized that I was being led naked directly through a large gathering of people.

I wasn’t given time to reflect on who had seen me. I was dragged onward, and after a long and rapid trek, was finally led into a large room where my blindfold was removed. A short chain was locked to my testicles and was fastened securely to an eyebolt sticking out of the floor. My handcuffs were unlocked, but they were replaced with individual wrist cuffs, which were immediately attached to chains that hung from the ceiling.

The guard laughed and said, "now let’s you and me get to know each other better." He hit a button on the wall, and the chains attached to my arms pulled me up into the air until I was stretched taught, my body being pulled upward by my arms, but my testicles keeping me firmly tethered just a few feet from the ground.

It felt like my testicles were about to be ripped from my body. The guard just laughed at my pain as he undressed in front of me. As I had suspected, he was covered with nothing but muscle, and the most impressive muscle was the one that that rose jutting out from his groin. His cock was huge, but I didn’t get long to look at it, because the guard walked behind me, and without any notice, began to shove his monster tool into my ass.

I was being ripped apart. The guard raped me as I was strung up, and didn’t care how much pain I suffered through. After just a few thrusts, the pain was so intense that I blacked out.

I don’t know how long I was unconscious, but when I came to, I found myself blindfolded once again and strapped securely to a padded bench in the middle of the room. My ass throbbed painfully, and I could feel the guard’s thick cum still oozing out of me. There was so much cum inside me, I guessed that the guard wasn’t the only one who had raped me while I was unconscious.

But more impressive than the feelings in my violated ass was the sound of the people who surrounded me. Blindfolded, it was hard to tell how many people were watching me, but I guessed that there were hundreds gathered around to watch the show.

Eventually a sultry voice rose up behind me and announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, Mistress Andrea." There was polite applause and the cruel woman I had met earlier came forward and ripped the mask from my eyes.

She waited for the applause to die down before beginning. "This impertinent man came to me today, obviously unprepared to serve here, but still insisting that we allow him the opportunity to prove himself."

The crowd laughed as Mistress Andrea turned to me. "Well, here’s his opportunity."

"I don’t know what his name is; and I don’t care to know. In a few moments he will become Michelle, and will be a welcome addition to our staff here—if he is truly sincere about proving his worth."

More laughter.

Mistress Andrea snapped her fingers and a man stepped forward, dropped his trousers and shoved his cock into my mouth. He fucked my face, but still allowed me to see what looked like a large guillotine that was being wheeled forward. Two more men stepped forward and untied my legs, which were spread outward and held fast by two chains while the man continued to fuck my face.

I was having trouble breathing, but it didn’t stop the man as he suddenly stiffened and my mouth was filled with his ejaculate. He pulled free, and a second man had shoved his stiff cock into my mouth even before I had a chance to swallow the first man’s semen.

Mistress Andrea leaned forward and whispered in my ear as the stranger’s cock shoved relentlessly into my mouth. "Michelle, if you truly wish to serve here, you will have to prove your desire. We do not need any more male slaves. If you wish to join our maid staff, you need to be castrated before you can begin your journey to becoming the sissy-slut you asked me to turn you into."

One of my hands was then released from its bond and placed on a nearby lever. Simultaneously, I felt my testicles being pulled through something sharp and metallic.

Each time the man pounded into my mouth, his force caused the metal to cut into my flesh.

Mistress Andrea continued whispering in my ear. "The decision is yours" she said. "Pull the lever and you will no longer be a man. The blade will quickly take of your tiny balls and we will begin turning you into the perfect little sissy slut you said you wanted to become. But you have to prove yourself first. Pull the lever and we will begin."

I took just a moment, feeling the cock slamming relentlessly into my mouth, the metal biting at my testicles and the semen that continued to leak free from my over-stretched sphincter. My muscles ached, and my mind was screaming at the enormity of what I was being asked to do.

But somewhere deep inside, I heard a tiny voice struggling to be heard. It was Michelle, and she reassured me that my new life was about to begin in earnest.

She told me to pull the lever, and I trusted her enough to do so.

There was a loud grating sound of steel scraping against steel, and the man fucking my mouth ejaculated just as the guillotine blade descended.

Blood and semen spurted freely, and the crowd cheered as I my world went black.

 

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