Hillbilly Horror over at Freya's

Freya has published a new photo story by yours truly.

It is called Hillbilly Horror and tells the story about two young men who get stranded near to farm far out in the countryside.

I have to give you a warning, though: It contains strong BDSM elements and is definitely the most brutal tale I have told so far.

Go to Freya's Rebecca page and scroll down to read the story.

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The Prisoner of Doctor Trauma, a TG horror story

The TG ficition world is full of forced transformations, men being feminized and emasculated against their will, then humiliated and degraded.

The violence relieves any feeling of guilt, I guess, and it also takes away the burden of having to make yet another important and risky decision. If you are at the mercy of others, you have to let yourself go. Besides, deep inside, you want to become a woman!

Mr. Pendrake makes an appointment with his general practitioner, and soon finds that there is something about him that is not quite right.

When he decides to find another doctor, it is to late, however. Dr. Trauma has made use of modern medicine to shift Mr. Pendrake's life onto a totally new track.

Say no more!

This is a very explicit photo story, that may offend some of you. If you have no interest in BDSM whatsoever, skip it. There is so much more to read here. If you have some interest in bondage, discipline, dominance and submission, however, you are in for a treat.

And again, folks, this is a sexual fantasy. Under no circumstance do I condone sexual violence in real life!

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The images are taken from Sex and Submission. There is, of course, no relationship between the fictional characters and the models depicted. Sex and Submission assures me that no one were hurt during this photo shoot.

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Slave - a tale of forced womanhood

Anyone who has read erotic transgender fiction knows that there is one type of fantasy that is more common than any other: the idea of a man being changed into a woman against his will.

And most of these stories combine this sex change with revenge and humiliation.

You have asked for it, and you will get it. I have several traumatic TG horror stories in the pipeline, and here is the first one!

A man decides to punish his sister's rapist in the most degrading way possible! It is a new story set in Freya's spellbook universe.

You can download the PDF directly here or you can view the full screen version over at Slideshare.

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And please remember that this is just a sexual fantasy, OK? If you ever come into the possession of the spellbooks, please go to one of the TG discussion forums and ask for volunteers! I can guarantee you that you will get more playmates than you can handle.

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For more spellbook universe stories, see Freya's site.

Carmen - a story of forced feminization

Freya has presented a series of caps made by me set in the Spell Book universe over at her site.

Here is a full length dark and sinister story of forced transformation and sexual slavery that should please many of my readers.

Rebecca

Fred had a friendly face. He was the kind of man you could trust with any secret, but he had also the kind of face people would walk right over.

"Oh, Fred is such a nice guy," the girls would say and then go out with some of the nasty ones.

Fred was the only one of his old college friends that did not manage to finish his degree. He was still delivering pizza, at the tender age of 33.

He had heard the stories about all those sexy women out there that ordered pizza to get to the delivery guy. That had never happened to him, although there had been a couple of sleazy guys making improper propositions.

He had to face it. He had given up on women; he had given up on life, and the only thing he looked forward to in the evenings was his flatscreen, a beer and a dirty movie.

"I am a sad fuck," he said to himself and rang the bell.

It was 1 AM and this was his last delivery for the evening.

A dark man with sunglasses opened the door. Who wears sunglasses at midnight? Fred wondered. There were so many weirdos out there that you had to be alert to stay alive. Or at least, that's what his boss said.

"Your pizza, Sir. A big New Orleans with chicken, nachos and salsa!"

"Come in," the man said. "I'll get the money."

He entered a large room with a lot of lights. It was clearly a photographer's studio and the photographer was now at the other end of the room, opening a cupboard.

"Just put the pizza down on the table over there! I'll be over in a minute. You must be tired. Just sit down on the sofa and get some rest while you are waiting."

He was tired, to tell the truth. It had been one of those horrible traffic days, and he had missed one delivery by five minutes. His loss.

"Take your time!" he said to the man. "This is my last delivery, anyway."

The man took two big books out of the cupboard. That was one strange place to hide money! The books looked old to Fred, with cracked leather.

"Do you have a girl friend?" the man asked him. Fred looked at him and didn't say a word. Was this another creep after all?

"I am just making conversation," the man said. "My name is Ron, by the way. I am asking because I am a fashion photographer, and I see all these beautiful models every day, and I think about how unfair life is."

"Yeah?"

"You know, women do not have to search for love. A woman can only walk into a bar, and there will be five men all over her. Women complain about this all the time, but think about it, how easy it must be if you get lonely and feel the need for company or sex.

"I have all these women around me all the time, but all of them ignore me. I guess I am not rich enough for them."

"Well, tell me about it!" Fred replied. "No, I have no girlfriend either." Maybe this wasn't such a bad man, after all.

"Well," Ron continued. "I have come to the conclusion that every man's search for love is futile, and will lead to nothing but broken hearts, break ups and divorces anyway. But I have found a way to get a woman that is both sexy, beautiful, loyal and willing to follow any command I give her."

"Really?" Fred asked. "Are you going to join the Taliban?"

The man chuckled. "Nah, that's too risky and I guess Afghan women can be as difficult as American ones behind closed doors. No, I am going to make me the perfect lover.

"You see, I recently inherited an old uncle of mine and I found these two volumes in his attic. They are spell books."

Fred started to get up. "Listen man, I would love to talk to you, but I really must be on my way." This was a madman, after all.

"You told me this was your last trip and you have no one waiting for you at home. I am sure you can wait a few minutes.

"You see, I have just realized how they work, and I would like to demonstrate their power to you. I have the money right here." He showed him some bills.

"All right," Fred said. "Show me!" If this man could make a sexy woman out of thin air, it would be a show worth watching.

The photographer started to read long sentences in a archaic language that Fred was unable to understand. The man stopped and looked at Fred, waiting for something, then repeated the words again, with more emphasis.

As soon as the last word left Ron's lips, Fred started convulsing. He fell down on the floor, shaking.

It was like having burning hot needles pushed into your body and Fred screamed in agony: "Please help me, I am in pain! Please make it stop." The pitch of his voice shifted upwards, becoming more and more girlish as he screamed.

He could feel his body changing. He was shrinking, becoming slimmer and slimmer. His hair became dark and silky and started to grow.

For him it felt like hours, but it could have been no more than a few minutes before the cascading hair fell into his face and down his new slim arms.

"Oh God, what are you doing to me?" His uniform was gone and he lay naked on the floor.

He tried to move towards the door, but the shock of feeling tits juggling from his chest made him stop. He grabbed his crotch in panic.

"No, no, no, no!" His fingers found soft pussy lips. His cock was gone. Ron's magic had turned him into a young, beautiful, Hispanic woman.

Ron uttered a few extra words and Fred found that he was wearing jeans and a light blue sweater. He was still shaking, now from fear.

"Turn me back! Turn me back right now, or I will call the police!"

"And tell them what?" Ron was carrying the second book over to Fred.

"Will you tell them that I changed you into a woman? And they would believe you?

"I'll tell you what will happen. They will find a young, Hispanic woman with no identification papers, no green card, no passport and they will ship you over to Mexico before you have had time to say the word 'law suit'.

"You belong to me now. You have nowhere to go!"

Fred made a run for the door, but before he had managed to open it, a new line of strange syllables left Ron's lips. His new body stopped obeying Fred and he froze in the doorway.

"Come back over here!" Ron commanded, and Fred watched helplessly while his long, sexy legs took him over to the couch.

"I'd rather not force you to do anything," Ron said. "But you have been in the exact same position as I have, the only difference being that I have the power. If I have to force you, I will. Now, let's take a look at that beautiful new body of yours, shall we? Lets take a few photos."

He found his camera and started to take pictures of Fred.

"Here, let's pretend you are my assistant. Hold this camera!" He was clearly living out one of his fantasies.

Fred did as he was told. He found that if he did this by himself, Ron would not force him.

"Smile to me baby, smile to me!"

Fred managed to force his mouth into something that resembled a smile.

"Now, show me some tit, baby! Show it to me!"

Fred pulled down his sweater and liberated his two soft, round mounds of flesh.

"Touch them!"

Fred marveled at the deep sensual feeling that filled his body when he touched his nipples.

I am really a woman, he said to himself. I am really a young, hot, sexy woman. He had wished for a woman like this for years and years and now he was one. That had never been the plan.

"Stand up, turn around and pull down your pants. I want to take a picture of your sexy ass!"

Fred hesitated just a minute, and then Ron forced his body out of the sofa. He could feel himself drag down his jeans and his panties and wriggle his ass in front of Ron.

"Oh God, you are so fucking beautiful! And I can see your pussy. Touch it for me, will you?"

Fred let his hands caress his pussy.

"Stick a finger into it!"

He did, and he felt that it was getting wet. How on earth could his body feel urges in a situation like this?

"As you might have noticed, the spell will make you extra horny. You are a dream come true. My very own nympho slut!"

"Now, take off your jeans and lie down on the floor. Show me your tits and your belly." The flash went off again, bathing Fred in bright light.

"Smile to me baby, smile to me!"

He couldn't help smiling, although he was screaming inside.

From this angle, Fred could see a bulge in Ron's pants. He had a huge erection, and in this case the myth about black men having huge cocks seemed to be true.

He had to get out of here, now, before this man violated him.

He stood and made another run for the door. Ron stopped him again. A word was all it took.

"I wish you would stop doing that," he said. "I am not the kind of guy that likes hide and seek sex games. You are my slave now, and you might as well start to enjoy it, because this is your life from now on. As soon as I come inside you, you will be stuck like this forever!"

"I will never have sex with you!" Fred tried to spit at Ron, but failed miserably.

"Of course you will, and your hypersexed body will betray you, and you will enjoy it.

"That will be the ultimate humiliation, won't it? When a white looser like you getting fucked up his pussy with my big black cock!" He was stroking the bulge in his pants now.

"Oh yeah, I have spent my last night alone. You will learn to worship me, bitch, the spells will see to that!"

"This will be rape!" Fred said. "You don't want that on your conscience. How on earth can you live with yourself if you force me to do this?"

"I have too much to be sorry about already," Ron said.

"This won't make much of a difference. At least I will go to hell having had lots of steaming sex!"

He dragged Fred over to the sofa.

"You need a new name," Ron told him while he pushed him face forwards over the sofa and pulled down his panties.

"You need a new hot Spanish sounding name. I will call you Carmen. How do you feel about that, Carmen?"

Somehow it sounded right to Fred, but he didn't dare to say so.

He flinched when he felt Ron's hands touch his vagina. Then he felt Ron's tongue licking his pussy lips, exploring them, sucking them. Then Ron's lips touched his clit.

Fred could feel his body betray him, just as Ron has predicted. He could feel his body getting warm, his face hot, and his nipples stiff in anticipation.

I am a man, damn it, Fred thought. I have never even entertained the thought of having sex with a man, and now my body get aroused by the fact that a man is desiring me?

But he had a woman's body now, and this woman was as heterosexual as he had ever been as a man.

Oh God, he is going to put that huge thing inside me, he is going to fuck me, he is going to, oooough!

Fred could feel the tip of Ron's penis touch his pussy. He tried to get away, but the spell wouldn't let him. Then the cock was starting to slide inside him. It was the most alien of feelings.

Fred tried to grab his cock and stop it from entering him, but the feeling of having his hand around Ron's shaft made him even more aroused.

This cannot be happening to me, it cannot!

But it did, and he could feel Ron push deeper and deeper into his body, and since his pussy was wet from the barrage of hormones streaming through his new body, there wasn't much pain.

Whatever kind of sick logic was governing the black magic of the spell books, it had definitely not made him a virgo intacta.

Then Ron started to thrust his cock into him with a steady rhythm. He was strong, and even without the magic Fred new Ron would be able to overpower him.

Fred could feel his tits bouncing, and he grabbed his right breast just to stop the movement. Why, he couldn't say, as it didn't help him the least. His nipple sent pulses of electricity down to his toes, and he could feel waves of lust ripple through his body.

He could hear himself moan in sync with Ron's thrusts.

"Oh, you like it now, don't you bitch? You like having my big cock inside your tight pussy? You like being rammed by a stallion like me!"

Hadn't the whole situation been such a tragedy, Fred would have laughed of Ron's porn clichés, but he couldn't. Instead he could feel his pussy contract in one intense orgasm after the other.

At that moment the balance tipped over and he could feel his mind sliding down the slippery slope of feminization. Fred tried desperately to hold on to his male self, but the magic, his new body and his libido overwhelmed him.

Strangely enough, it was not Ron's dick that made the difference, but the sweet sensation of his silky hair brushing his cheek and the touch of the soft wool of the sweater against his delicate skin. Fred surrendered.

Carmen bent over and thrust her ass towards Ron, urging him deeper and deeper.

She could feel herself smile as Ron fucked her. She was starting to enjoy this. She was starting to enjoy being this man's love toy.

Fred's old timid voice was stilled by Carmen yelling: "Yeah, fuck me hard! Yeah, fill me up, you fuckwad! Fuck me harder, you dickhead!"

Ron took Carmen's yelling as the final proof of his triumph, and turned Carmen over on her back, and entered her face to face.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah," Carmen moaned.

"Touch my titties, touch my nipples. Suck them you motherfucker, suck them!"



Ron did the best he could, and continued to move his pelvis back and forth, back and forth.

Carmen was crying now, in both ecstasy and despair, as her new body and her old soul tried to make truce and become a new, whole, human being.

She noticed that the orgasms had pushed the timidity of Fred far back in her mind, and a new Latin temperament had taken control. This woman was furious; he was furious; she was furious.

Ron might have the magic power of the spell books, but she had the magic power of womanhood now, and she new which force was the strongest one.

She pushed Ron over on his back, and straddled him, urging him to push his cock inside her. She started to ride him, unable to get all of him inside her -- he was too big for that. She was in full control.

Something Ron had said was nagging her mind. Something important. Something about the changes not being permanent before he came inside her.

And she was urging him! She had to stop! She had to stop now before it was too late! But at the same time the power of her new body overwhelmed her.

Did she really want to remain a lonely pizza guy for the rest of her life? Did she really want to let go of these feelings? It was all slavery, one way or the other.

But no, she couldn't let this man keep her as a slave, she had to stop him!


Her body betrayed her again. She didn't stop moving up and down his shaft, and she could hear him moan as he shot his load inside her.

She could feel her body and soul settle, becoming Carmen, a woman of passion and strong will.

She would do what women have always done with men like Ron, she would stroke his ego and his dick and get him to do what she wanted. The battle between the magic of Carmen and the magic of the spell books had begun.

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Checkmate sucker!

Jordan had never been into kinky sex. His wife told him that she preferred trust and cuddling to strange acrobatics, so Eric was mighty surprised when Jordan suggested a hot weekend in Vegas.

Well, he was not the one to say no, and he was extremely excited when they moved into their luxurious hotel on the Strip.

“Strip and lay down face down on the bed!” she told him as soon as they had unpacked. Wow, she was really taking charge this time. He could like that. He did as she said, but kept his boxer shorts on.

She started to tie him up with a thick rope, hands on his back and with his legs bent at the knees. He was a strong man, but he would not get out of this one on his own.

Now, what would she do? Undress? Climb on top of him? He would like that. She had such a petite, slim and sexy body. She did no such thing. Instead she took out a small whip and sat down on the bed beside him.

“Listen up!” she said. “This trip is not for your pleasure. You are here to be punished!”

“Duh! Get on with it,” he thought.

“I am sick and tired of you ogling other women! I am fed up with you lusting for big breasted broads with no brains!” she snarled.

“I don’t do that!” he said. Her whip hit his buttocks. “Ouch!”

“Shut up bitch!” she cried at him. “Don’t lie to me!”. She went over to her suitcase and took out a pile of magazines. She had found his secret stash of skin mags in the garage. He was dead.

“Look at this she said: Big Juggs, Big Tits, Boobs and Bazookas. Are you fucking these bimbos in your head instead of fucking me? My B-cup isn’t good enough for you?”

Boy, she was seriously pissed. “Listen babe, I can explain...” he started. The whip hit him again. “Shut up!”
She opened up a Voluptuous spread of buxom Jehzabelle. “There is a semen stain up in the corner of this page” she said and put it on the bed in front of him. He didn’t say a word.

She took a huge syringe out of her suitcase and filled it with a ruby liquid. Thank God, there was no needle! She pinched his nose to force his mouth open and thrust the syringe into it.

“Suck my dick!” she exclaimed and emptied the content into his mouth. He just had to swallow. It tasted sweet, spicy and musky, and it started to burn in his stomach.

“Why don’t you rest here, bitch, and make some pillow talk with your darling Jehzabelle?”

Jordan grabbed the Do Not Disturb sign, hung it on the outside of the door and left him to rot.

There was no way he could get out of this. In a hundred years time maybe she could forgive him, but now he just had to hold on to his sanity. He had been amazingly stupid. The liquid continued to burn in his stomach and now the warmth started to spread to the rest of his body. His skin began to tingle and itch. Had she poisoned him as well?

Strange, it was as if his chest was lying on an inflatable pillow. His torso was slowly rising up from the bed. WTF?! He tried to look down, but he got a lot of long silky, black hair, in his face. Had she put a wig on him? When? Then his butt started to throb painfully. It felt like it was growing.

His sense of smell changed and became more acute. What was that scent: musky, sensual and sweet? It was the scent of woman.

Jehzabelle was smiling up to him from the magazine. That was it! He was slowly changing into Jehzabelle. But that was impossible! He pushed his pelvis down into the bed. No, he could not feel his penis. He tried again, and this time the rubbing ignited another kind of fire. Oh shit, he had a clit!”

He could hear the key in the door, and saw Jordan entering the room. “She is on lying on the bed, waiting for you,” she said to someone behind her.

“Dear Jehzabel,” she said to Eric. “I have a wonderful surprise for you” She sat down on the bed beside her. “Hmfgh!” he said.
“I told Pim here everything about you getting married to a conservative vicar next week and your fantasy of having one last sexy fling before boredom takes you. Isn’t he sexy, dear?” Pim was a large and handsome fellow, clearly one of the gigolos from the hotel bar.

Jordan got closer and whispered into his ear: “The good news, Eric, is that the magician that sold me this Elixir of Inanna told me that the effect will be over by midnight.”

Her tongue started to play with his new feminine ear. “The bad news is...” Her hand moved down to his big tit and she started rubbing his nipple. He was getting moist down there. “The bad news is that if you get semen in any of your orifices, the change will become permanent. There is a lot of magic in those pesky little buggers, isn’t there? Well, don’t you worry about that. You don’t have any balls left, do you?”

“She is all yours,” Jordan said to Pim and handed him a couple of hundred dollars. “And remember: No condom! She is on the pill and wants it that way.” Pim lifted Jehzabelle up on her knees and tore off her panties. “Mngh, mngh, mngh!” Jehzabelle said.

“Ah, you love it, don’t you?” Jordan said. “You are like a bitch in heat.” Pim started to kiss Jehzabelle’s nipples and massage her clit.

”Oh, I’ll make you feel good,” he said before thrusting his big dick into her pussy. Her knees hurt, but her pussy betrayed her. Her vaginal muscles started to contract in an intense orgasm. That was like milking Pim’s penis and he climaxed with a grunt of pleasure. Jehzabelle could feel his seamen sizzle into her vagina, and a strong pulse that permeated through her body signalled that she now was, indeed, a woman for good.

“All right. Thank you for your help, Pim. You can leave now. And Jehzabelle, I have paid for a whole week, so you can stay for a while. Then I suggest you find yourself a new job. I will not see you again” Jordan left her naked, bound and gagged.
Room service found her five hours later. Jehzabelle is now a colleague of Pim in the hotel bar.

Scoreland has more pictures of lovely Jezhabelle. The model has of course nothing in common with the fictional characters presented here.

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