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This is a story that could happen in your neighbours. A mother that hates her son so much, that he becomes "it". He is not worth being a boy, but a sissy.
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A strange man enters a families house and changes them forever.
This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form
Excuse the grammar and spelling mistakes. I do proofread these stories, but English is not that easy. Feel free to edit them and send them to me. . Hostage
I was a father in a happy
family. My wife was the world’s best wife. It was as if she was in the
1950´s. She took care of my two children, and cleaned the house and had
meals on the table. All this was with a smile on her face. I loved her the
first time I seen her, and our marriage was one huge bliss. We talked to
each other, and shared our feelings with each other. Our sex life was
simple. Our sex life could be summed up to kissing each other, the
occasional hug. Sex was non-existent. It stopped when my wife gave birth
to our daughter. Now we had a son and daughter, so life would be good we
thought.
Our oldest son was 11 when this
happened. He was an ordinary boy. Ok, he didn’t like sports a lot and
like hip hop dance. He would spend all day listening to music and dancing
to it. I used to tease him a lot and ask did he have a girlfriend. He
would always get disgusted and say that he didn’t have a girlfriend. He
thought girls were disgusting. A shame really, if he cut his hair, he
would be a handsome boy. I know that at times, he is teased because he
looks like a girl.
Sandra, our daughter was 9. She
was a little thing. I don’t think that her growth hormones really
worked. But I loved her. I loved her smile and the way she made everyone
shine with her good humour. I would come home from a shitty day at work,
and she would give me a great hug. Then I would know I was at a place
where people loved me.
That was our family. Until the
event that happened a few days ago
It was a Saturday. It was early
in the afternoon. The children were watching something on TV and I was
reading the newspaper. It was just an ordinary weekend when we were
recovering after a week of work and school and getting ready for the next
week.
The doorbell rang. Sandra ran
out and opened it. I could just here some voices. I frowned at the thought
that it could be my in-laws coming on an unexpected visit. But she came in
with a stranger. I stood up and was about to ask what was he doing in my
house. He didn’t smile. He frowned as he told me in a determined voice
to sit down. There was something odd about his posture and voice. It was
demanding, nearly like he was a military man. I felt overpowered just by
his voice.
We all sat staring at him as he
looked at us. My wife felt very uneasy and asked if he wanted some
lemonade. He just muttered beer. I had a bit more courage and asked him
who he was. He just said that he was going to change our lives. He was the
master of our destiny. This really wasn’t an answer. Suddenly I felt
trapped. I knew that we were now hostages in our own house.
First he called Andy up, so he
can have a closer look at Andy.
“ So you are a little sissy
boy?”
“ No, I’m not”
“ Explain the girlish face
and the long hair”
“ He likes long hair, “ His
mum said while trying to protect him
“ Did I ask you bitch? If I
hear another word from your face, you will feel my knife”
“ Boy, I want you to do
something, I want you to go up to your sisters room and put on a party
dress that she has as well as long white tights. I also want to see her
panties on you”
My son was about to protest,
but then he was afraid of the now visible knife and quickly ran up to
Sandra’s room.
“ This family doesn’t know
what it wants,” The man continued. “ You have a sissy son that
doesn’t know that he wants to dress like his sister, and I bet his
mother and father would love to have 2 daughters and no son. Look at both
of you, you are not protesting and protecting him as he is now changing
clothes.”
It was true; I should have been
outraged and kicked the man out. I should have challenged him even though
he had a knife. Maybe I would get cut, but I would win the respect of my
family. I just sat there. Deep down, did I want to see Andy dressed as a
girl? Maybe this punishment would be enough to get him to cut his hair.
Maybe he would be more like a boy than a girlish boy.
He came down, and I think my
eyes must have popped out as I seen him enter the room. Andy looked like a
girl. He even put his hair in a ponytail. As he stood before the man, he
was made to admit that he liked the feel of tights and he liked the feel
of a dress on him. My cock must have grown to full length when Andy
admitted that he felt like a girl.
The man said that he wanted
Andy to sit on my lap. It was a test to see if I could keep my hands to
myself. I felt embarrassed when Andy told everyone that he could feel my
hard cock below his panties. I tried to look somewhere else, to show the
shame in my face. I was being turned on my son in girl’s clothes.
The man now looked at Sandra.
He told her to come and sit on his lap. We looked like one happy family
now. But I was afraid what he would get Sandra to do. Would he abuse her?
My cock became even stiffer at the thought that she would be abused. She
had no idea of what sex was, and had no problem sitting on his lap. She
was wearing a denim skirt with straps over the shoulders. I wished she had
worn a t-shirt, as the straps couldn’t hide her nipples totally. I
nearly got up to hit the man when I seen that his finger was circling
around her nipples. This was abuse right? It must be. I saw that her smile
disappeared. Did this mean that she liked the new feeling? Did she know
that millions of people would consider this child abuse? Why was I just
sitting with Andy dressed in his sister’s dress on my lap? I should have
done something.
The man broke the silence by
talking to Sandra, “ Nice nipples you have little girl. I like when they
are flat. I bet they feel ticklish when I touch them like this. You are
getting some strange but nice feelings in your body. I think that you were
born to be a whore. If I gave you some money, would you let me continue
touching your body? That’s what a whore does. She lets perverts like me
touch them wherever they want to.”
He gave her some money with one
hand. Sandra looked at it and clutched it. Then she whispered OK. I
couldn’t believe my ears. She gave him permission to continue touching
her body. My daughter was acting the whore that he tried to convince her
that she was. His hand was now deep down her dress. The straps were now
undone. I couldn’t see if his hand was far as his pussy or not.
My hands were by now up
Andy’s dress. I was feeling his thighs. They were so soft. My hand was
now addicted to the soft skin. I looked at my wife. I could see tears
flowing down her face. I bet despite her ethics wanting to beat both of us
up, she was glued to the chair, as we were under a spell from the man. It
didn’t help that Andy spread his legs. My hands made their way past the
panties and felt his ass. It was as smooth and round as a girl’s ass.
While I was touching his ass, I started kissing him on the cheeks and then
the lips. Before I knew it, I was giving Andy the type of intimate kiss
that was only reserved for my wife. His hand did its best to give me a hug
as well as sitting so I would continue to feel his ass.
I looked out of the corner in
my eyes and seen that the man now had Sandra’s dress off. She was
sitting on his lap naked. I never noticed it before, but she had a very
sexy body. Maybe she had no hair anywhere and she was as flat as the day
she was born. But she was extremely sexy. Her head was tilted back as the
man was feeling her hairless and pouty pussy. Her pussy seemed to little
for his invading fingers, and this could be seen by her face adjusting to
the pain. Deep down I knew that this was rape, but I was now caught up in
it. My finger was by now circling his anus. In my head, I thought it was a
boy pussy. If the boy put on a dress without putting much of a fight up,
then he was a sissy faggot. His hole was now a boy pussy.
The man called Andy over and
both Sandra and him were on the floor before him. The mans cock was as big
as anything else I have seen. The two children were told to start licking
it. They did without question. Sandra protested a bit saying that she
didn’t want to. But her head was forced towards it reminding her that
she already got some money. They started sucking his cock in turns. My gay
son and my daughter that was convinced that she was a whore. It was too
much for my wife. She came over and started giving me a blowjob. To be
honest it was the best blowjob that I ever had in my life. There was a
smell of sperm in the room which meant that the man spermed over my
children’s faces. I saw both try to lick it to see how it tasted. Within
no time, I was also filling my wives mouth with sperm.
The man rose from his chair and
asked do we have anything to say to him before he went. I wanted to call
him a rapist, a perv, a pedo, a molester, but I found my lips muttering
the words thanks.
He left.
Behind was a scene. My children
had cum dripping from their face. Sandra was naked. Andy was wearing a
dress. My wife has cum pouring out of her lips. The telephone was there
that we could ring to the police. My wife and I looked at each other. This
would be the responsible thing to do, but how do we explain that we
participated in molesting the children. How would we explain that we just
sat down and let it all happen?
We decided to clean the mess.
To make sure that everything looked like it did before the man came in the
house. The children’s faces were washed. We told Sandra to put on her
clothes. She did, but the idea that I could now see a glimpse of her
nipples behind the straps meant that I was hard. These nipples were no
longer my daughter’s nipples. They had potential of being sex objects. I
could feel my cock rise to attention. We told Andy to go up and change his
clothes. He pouted and said that he wanted to stay like this a bit longer.
I knew if he did I would end raping him on the floor. Finally he went up
and after 15 minutes he came down and shocked us. He was wearing his
sisters Barbie T-shirt and flowerily jeans. I decided not to fight him. I
reminded him that he was a boy wearing girl’s clothes. People would
consider him a sissy. He just smiled and said that I made him feel like a
girl earlier.
What stroke me was that neither
Sandra nor Andy teased each other. They both experienced things that were
hard to understand, and they were in the same boat.
Later that night, I was taking
a shower. It was like I had to wash the day’s events off me. I am no
pedophile, and yet I have acted like one. Slowly my brain was accepting
what pedophiles felt and the urges that they had. I had to in a good
catholic way wash the dirt from my body.
That was until Sandra came in
the shower. She was once again naked. Once again my body went into hyper
drive and admired how sexy her body was. On top of that I noticed that she
was looking at me with puppy eyes.
“ Dad can you teach me that
thing”
“ What thing?”
“ You know where I put a
dingy in my mouth and it makes that cream,”
“ No Darling. You are far too
young to do it. You have to wait until you are older.”
“ That doesn’t make sense.
I did it today. I put that mans dingy in my mouth and he made cream. That
shows I am old enough. Just next time someone pays me to do it, I want to
be ready.”
“ Honey, you are not a
whore”
“ Then why is your dingy
standing up, it’s touching my cheek”
“ I know. It seems lately it
has a mind of its own.”
With that she put both her arms
around it and starting jacking me off. She smiled at this. She most likely
could feel my blood pumping to make it even bigger. She started rubbing it
up and down on her soft cheek. I started moaning as this felt extremely
well.
Before I knew it, she had the
cock in her mouth. At first she was a bit clumsy and I thought she was
going to bite it off. But then she picked up the rhythm and started going
in and out. To tell you the truth, it was much better than her Mum ever
has done. She could nearly take it all in her mouth. Once in a while she
would gag if it went to far in her mouth but then she would be more
careful. I am sure that she didn’t like being gagged.
It didn’t take long before I
said I was about to explode. I warned her that I was cumming but she
looked very confused. Coming where? I was already there. The answer came
quick as I came in her mouth. She clenched her eyes and started spitting
it out.
Without a word she went out of
the shower. When I was trying to come to my sences, she put her head back
in and said that I owed her money.
The next day, it seemed like
the children were back to normal. Their mother decided what clothes they
would wear. It was just before she put Sandra in a Muslim dress, so we
could only see her eyes. She choose a Church dress that was long and
covered everything but her face and hand.
Andy was dressed in baggy jeans
and a cardigan. He looked like a skater. This was good. He would not be
acting as a sissy.
We ate breakfast. My wife did
not know what happened the night before. I was not about to confess to
her. At breakfast we agreed to let the things that happened yesterday be
part of the past, and we would never talk about them again.
After Breakfast we went to the
sitting room. We stood still as we seen the man that was there yesterday
was sitting on a chair. He was totally naked.
He asked why Andy looked like a
boy? Then he told Andy and I to get naked. Then it was my turn to get
naked. Here we were three naked males while two females looked on. The man
looked at my cock and laughed.
“ That’s a little cock you
have there. I suppose its like most pedo cocks, except mine. Let Andy sit
on it. Come over here little whore. Now tell me why I called you a
whore.”
“ Because I let you touch me
and do things to me.”
“ Why does that make you a
whore?”
“ Because you pay me and I
don’t get mad.”
“ Did you let someone else do
that to you?”
“ I sucked Dad last night
like I did to you but…”
“ Yes?”
“ He didn’t pay me yet. He
still owes me money”
Then the man told Sandra to
suck his cock. Andy didn’t seem to be wanted to be left out. He went on
his knees and put my cock in his mouth. He was much better at sucking my
cock than his sister. I looked at Sandra; I could only see her blonde head
going up and down. Wow, her ass looked so sexy. I felt like touching it
right there. Then I looked at my wife; Once again she was glued to her
chair. She started crying when she heard that Sandra sucked me the night
before. Now she was crying and praying to God so everything would stop and
she wouldn’t have to see her children be cocksuckers.
Then I saw him lift Sandra’s
little body. He was slowly lowering him on her on his cock. She screamed
as his cock torn through her pussy and her virginity. I could see the
bulge of the cock through her bald pussy. Despite the fact that she was
screaming, there was something sexy about it. There was also something
sexy about her screaming and crying. He was by now fucking Sandra while
she was crying.
“ Mummy, Daddy, Mummy Please
help me.”
“ I can’t do anything
darling, “ Mummy cried. “ It will be over soon and then you can play
with your doll. Please stop hurting my baby”
The man continued fucking her,
and was more turned on by the mother begging for her daughters innocence.
I was going out of my mind. I
saw him fuck my daughter. Part of me could feel the pain every time she
was lowered on him. Part of me wanted my cock in that whores pussy. I
pulled my son from my cock and forded him around. I told him to get on his
hands and knees. While I looked at Sandra being fucked, I plunged my cock
into Andy’s boy pussy. He screamed just as high as his sister and begged
me to stop. I didn’t pay any attention to what he was saying. I was
plunging my cock in and out of his boy pussy. I was so tight. I don’t
know why I tried this earlier. His head was arched back as he tried to
spread his legs as much as possible. Obviously so the pain would not be so
much. Hell, I even felt my cock being squeezed to death. It didn’t take
me that long to collapse to the floor after I cummed in him.
Just at this stage, I looked at
Sandra. She was also limp and exhausted with humiliation and pain after
she was fucked. Cum was dripping out of her Pussy.
The man said, “That is enough
for today”
What did he mean that is enough
for today? Was he going to come by every day? Within two days he made me
do pedo activities, he stole the innocence of my children and he was
driving my wife crazy.
The whole house looked crazy.
Tears were streaming out of everyone’s eyes, except the man, Sandra and
Andy was clutched to their mother who found it very hard consoling them
after their rape. That’s just what I did. I watched a stranger rape my
daughter. I raped my son. I was turned on by it. I was now the monster
that we read about every day.
I knew that I had to do
something about it. I walked into my room and got the gun.
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