Lot 39 She-male for sale

Lot 39 She-male for sale

It was the strangest of phone calls I got one day.

“Ms. Marcus I understand you have a husband you’d like to get rid of. I believe the exact words you told your attorney, Ann Jeffreys, was, ‘I wish that cheating shit would disappear from the face of the earth,’ ” the voice said.
Which was true, I had the evidence that he’d cheated on me for the third time. I could divorce him, and I’d get the house, but that was all. As an insurance salesman he was a miserable failure. Besides, divorce just didn’t seem enough. I wanted revenge, something to fit the crime. i just didn’t know what.
“If, as you say, you’d truly like him to disappear from the face of the earth my associates can arrange that,” the woman said.
“You don’t mean killing him?” I asked in alarm.
“No, but he would suffer a fate that would be the perfect revenge, which I understand is what you want.”
She wouldn’t say anymore, so intrigued, I agreed to meet her, and her associates, for drinks. She asked only that I bring some photos of my husband.
The woman I talked to was Rhonda. Brooke and Julia were her associates. I described my husband as five foot five inches, at 152 pounds obviously overweight with a belly, and 26 years old. Then showed them some photos.
What they proposed frankly floored me, but the more I thought about it I started to laugh.
“Oh my god, it’s perfect,” I toasted them.
The three owned a company called the Meat Market. They took men and converted them into she-males. Then obedience trained them until they were broken, docile, little whimpering weaklings. After which they offered them for sale at auction.
“You can either sell him to us ‘as is’, or turn him over, and when we sell him you will get half. If you could use the money we can do a quick two-month turnaround. You wouldn’t get as much for him, or her but it would still net you a tidy sum,” Brooke said, shocking me at what she called ‘a tidy sum’.
“Take a couple weeks to arrange a cover story then we’ll come and get him on Saturday.” Rhonda said. Which wouldn’t be hard as it seemed everyone knew of his affairs. So no one would be surprised to hear he’d run off with his latest bimbo.
Two weeks later when my miserable excuse for a husband came back from his golf game I met him dressed in my sexiest outfit. Leading him by his dick to the bedroom I royally fucked his brains out.
“My god Kate, that was incredible,” he gasped.
“I’m glad you thought so. It was a very special fuck, something to remember me by,” I said.
“Remember you by? I don’t understand.”
“Oh you will,” I promised.
I had invited Ann, my attorney, over for drinks and dinner. When she arrived we all sat down with drinks.
“So this is the day they’re coming for him, is it? I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” she said.
When he asked what she was talking about I said, “Just this.”
His face went pale when I laid down photos of him fucking his latest bimbo.
“I can explain honey, really I can.”
“There’s really no need. You’re an incurable cheat. You just can’t stop yourself. i’m going to divorce you, of course. But I really think I’m entitled to a little revenge, don’t you?”
What could he say but, “Yes, you are.”
“Oh good, I’m so glad that you agree. Since you’re so in love with women I think the perfect revenge is to turn you into one,” I said cheerfully.
“Yeah right, that’s a good one,” he laughed weakly.
“I’m quite serious. There’s a company that converts miserable excuses like you into what they call she-males. After which they sell them to the highest bidder, and best of all I get half of what you’ll be sold for,” I said, which was when the doorbell rang.
“Why here they are now,” I said, leading the three women in.
He fought with all his might, but ion the end his arms were bound behind him, ankles trussed, he was gagged and blindfolded, then they removed all his clothes.
“Remember when I said that was a special fuck you got honey. It was special because that was you last fuck, ever.” I said.
When he woke he was strapped to an operating table. Looking up he was terrified to see four women with surgical masks. One was holding a large pair of gardening shears.
“Any last words before we cut off your dick and balls?” one asked.
“No, please I’ll do anything,” he cried.
“You can at least save your dick by signing your divorce papers,” he was told, which he did quickly.
“Now would you like to save your balls? All you have to do is sign this. It garnishes half of your future earnings to go to your ex-wife. I suggest you sign it. If I cut your balls off with this the pain will be unbearable.”
He signed just as the shears closed around his balls.
“Excellent, now can we get on with the surgery.”
“But I signed all the papers!” he wailed.
“That’s true, you saved your cock and balls, sort of, but nothing else. Now, normally we do this in stages, but as we promised your wife a quick turn-around I’m afraid you’ll be on the operating table for the better part of two days. And we’re going to have to take a few shortcuts, so we’re going to give you shot to put you to sleep. Would you prefer it to be a surprise?” Rhonda asked.
“No, I mean yes.”
“Well, first of all, if you’re going to be a she-male you’ll need the right figure. So, while it’s not recommended, we’re going to perform rather radical liposuction. We’ll be removing forty pounds, mostly from your stomach, waist and thighs. When we;re finished you’ll weigh 112 pounds, and your waist will have gone from 34 inches to twenty four. However you’ll still have muscles in all the wrong places so we’ll snip a few here and there. Thus robbing you of all your strength and muscle tone so even the most petite of women can beat the shit out of you, if they want. We’ll spend a lot of time giving you the largest set of tits we can. Hopefully so huge you couldn’t even get them in a D cup.”
“You can’t be serious,” he whimpered.
“Oh, and just wait till we do your ass. It will be enormous. We’re sure we can add a good ten inches. We’ll snip a few muscles so they hang properly and you can’t clench them. Men will positively drool over it.”
“You’re just trying to scare me, aren’t you?” he pleaded.
“Of course the piece d’resistance will be your new pussy. We know you’ll come to love and hate it. But we’re quite proud of it as it has many interesting advances to it. Would you like a last look at your things?” Brooke asked, holding up a mirror. After we’re finished you’ll never see them again. Bye, bye.”
“Of course that’s just the basics. Then we’ll start on your face. Complete electrolysis on your face, underarm, arms, legs and your big ass. Just think you’ll never have to shave again. A cute nose job, chin tuck, we’ll tattoo on your makeup, give you big cherry red lips, long permanent lashes, and one inch steel nails. Since we have such little time we’ll graft on beautiful, long hair, and dye it trashy blonde. Poor thing, I just love this part, don’t you. He’s terrified and scared, and in denial that we’re actually going to do it. Well, I guess you’ll just have to wait until you wake up,” Julia said, plunging the needle into him.
“She” woke up as they were removing the bandages.
“Oh my, even better than I thought. I think the price just went up on this one,” Rhonda laughed.
Helping her up Brooke cautioned her, “You’ve been out for two weeks and you’re going to be weak. There, how’s that?”
her reaction was typical every time a she-male saw
themselves for the first time. Nothing, then a disbelieving gasp, followed by sobbing, wailing, and tears.
“Until you’re sold and your new owners give you a name you’re Lot 39 or just 39. Is that understood?” Rhonda asked, and when she was slow to respond she pushed a button on her wrist.
“Yeow,” she screamed, falling to the floor, clutching her pussy.
“Painful isn’t it? Then how about this?” she asked, pushing another button. The she-male screamed and grabbed her tits. Pushing another button he screamed again and grabbed his ass, when the dildo was inserted.
“Now when you’ve been a good girl, you’ll be rewarded,” she said pushing one button that vibrated her pussy, pushing a second her nipples and titties vibrated, the third button not only vibrated, but rippled, dildo.
They soon had her bucking , thrusting and moaning in the greatest in the greatest of pleasure. Suddenly shutting everything off she collapsed in an agony of frustration.
“There are dozens of tiny electrodes surgically attached to your titties, nipples, all over what used to be your cock and balls, but is now your pussy. Which has a tempered steel shield so you can desperately try to play with your pussy, but you’ll never feel a thing. And, of course, it’s impossible to remove.”
“Of course what we all love to see is the effect of what we call the Anal Invader has on you. From what we understand it feels exactly how women feel when they’re getting fucked,” Brooke gloated.
“Normally we’d give you a couple days to recover, but there’s so little time. So, corset first girls,” Rhonda dictated, producing a rigid, steel boned hourglass corset. Hanging her by a lacing bar she was quickly begging them to stop.
“You’ll eventually get used to it. We’ve only laced it four inches, and you won’t be up for sale until we have eighteen inches. You can complain in a week when we take it in another inch.”
Precisely on schedule, two months later, Lot 39 was positioned on the rotating display pedestal and put up for sale to the highest bidder.
Through tele-conferencing Lot 39 was eventually sold to two women from across the country. This would be their first she-male, and being excited they paid for overnight shipping.
Immediately after the sale Lot 39 was taken to the shipping department. Where, she gagged and lowered into a large crate.
When the crate arrived at the residence of Myra and Eleanor they couldn’t wait to unpack it. They couldn’t lift so they tipped it and let the bound and gagged Lot 39 spill out.
After reading the instructions for the controls they couldn’t tell if their new she-male was screaming or moaning. “I think you activated the reward function for her new pussy, look how it’s humping the rug. Oh, my, this is going to be so much fun,” Myra giggled.

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