Transformed Pervert Part III

Peter had had another fourteen years of jumping competition and breeding, Michael ran a hand down his father’s flanks. “He’s getting too old for competition mother and I’d like to try jumping a stallion, Hopalong would do. I’ve been thinking of getting a female slave, how about we transform him from a horse back to humanity only make him female.”

“Why not then you can rape him like he raped me.”

“Yes, and he’d have to expect it at any time of day or night and as often as I want. During parties he’d have to take it from whoever wants it. He might even produce,” Megan nodded. They opened the door and led a resisting Peter from the stable to the large transformer, soon they fastened him in place and shut the door. Peter whinnied in terror as the needles started to inject him, he whinnied again but this time it came out as a high pitched and very human scream, large breasts grew on him. Soon the whirring of the machines motor stopped and they opened the door. “Step forward,” Peter moved toward them, “Kneel bitch!” He knelt, Michael bent and thrust his fingers up Peter’s new sexhole, Peter moaned as Michael moved his fingers up and down, Michael used his other hand to pinch Peter’s new clit soon Peter’s cunt started dripping. Megan gripped Peter’s nipples pulling them up and out. “Cross your ankles,” Peter obeyed, Michael tied them together, then fastened a collar about Peter’s neck. “Hands together behind your neck,” again he obeyed and Michael fastened them in place. “Right crawl after me,” Peter followed; he looked at Megan and Michael as he did and saw that they hadn’t aged. Then he realised they’d been using the machine to keep themselves young.

The woman at the lab table turned it was Margo. “We’ve turned Peter into a woman this time, a bitch for Michael and his friends to use.” Margo smiled.

“So now he’ll be the one who’s raped,” Michael forced Peter to bend over the lab table, his breasts squashed beneath him. Peter heard the rasp of a zipper then felt the hard throb of his son’s man muscle as it thrust up into his sexhole. Peter screamed over and over again as Michael raped him, Peter sobbed desperately he had never thought it could sink to this. “We programmed the machine to make her a nymphomaniac slut. Just think Peter will be gagging for any man in trousers and women too for that matter.”

“Let’s see. Well slut,” Peter knelt in front of Margo, Margo lifter her skirt to reveal her naked bush. Peter leant forward pressing his lips against Margo’s quim he began to lick and suck. “Oh yes, I always thought women to be the best at blow jobs.” Peter sobbed the machine made his body want what they did to him but his mind remained his own and intact. They tethered him to an St Andrews cross facing the room, and then they pieced his ears, nipples, and clit. They hung weights from his nipples and clit drawing squeals of pain from him. Peter watched as they dealt with newly convicted men and women, his body shuddering in a miasma of arousal. Michael thrust his hand between Peter’s legs feeling the wetness of arousal; he moved his fingers to Peter’s lips.

“Clean them,” Peter licked tasting his cum on Michael’s fingers. “I’ve got guests coming tonight, they’ll enjoy seeing me take your virginity, they might want to use you too and believe me or not you will enjoy it,” Peter had no doubt that this new body would enjoy it but he knew his mind would hate every second of it. He also knew that no one would help him transformed had no rights in this world. “The bitch needs a name, what about Petronella, it’s close enough to its real name,” Megan and Margo nodded the choice was perfect.

That night found Peter strapped to a small bench well at least his upper half his legs dangled over the edge, until Margo and Megan yanked them apart and tied them to poles to the side. Peter’s head lay on a small projection from the other end of the table. “That,” Michael said “means that all anyone man or woman has to do is mover over you then lower themselves onto your waiting mouth. You know what that means, don’t you?” Peter nodded, they’d just finished laying another table with party food when the doorbell rang and Michael let the guests in. “Hello, John,” Peter recognised the man who’d trained him to jump when he’d been transformed from pony to horse, he shuddered in terror. “This is Petronella. Do you remember training Nightmare, for me,” John nodded, Peter stared at him in horrified fascination it was obvious that John too had used the machine to keep himself young. “Well, we had him changed again. This time he’s the slut you see on the table. We promised you could take the virgin hole of any new slut, transformed or recently convicted so this one’s yours to use first. We named the slut Petronella,” John smiled.

The rest of the guests arrived and watched as John slammed his erect cock up into Peter’s new and very virgin hole, Peter screamed which pleased every body. They kept him at all night, until they had all used him. They left in the morning and Michael led Peter to a room in the basement chaining a hot and sweaty Peter to a bed with his legs drawn up over his head keeping his holes available to anyone who wanted to use him Megan came in and watched Peter screw Peter making him scream for mercy.

“We just heard on the radio, they’ve changed the law for transformeds to make it even more hell for them. Any transformed, those who are changed from man to woman or visa versa, who gets pregnant can be used for breeding purposes as any child from that union will be considered slaves just like their parents and can be transformed in anyway an owner desires.”

“I like it, just imagine my dad, the rapist, being used as a human cow,” Peter stared horrified up at them.

“I’m going to transform Hopalong into a man. We’ll mate them together. I’ll start him on fertility drugs so that we get a lot of twins or even triplets from him. First, though, tomorrow morning she’ll take a turn on display.” Peter had never been on display or even heard of it so that next morning was a real shock.

Michael dragged Peter out to stand on a round platform chains were attached to his nipple rings they were so short that Peter immediately rose up on his toes. Next wires were attached to his nipple rings also then to his clit ring and a prod up into his ass. Michael showed him a board with the words, feel free to whip my slut body while I dance, on it. He hung the board round Peter’s neck. “Dance for us slut,” Michael said as he flicked a switch Peter screamed and danced the platform, prod and wires sending jolts of electricity up though his body. They left him there as they went in the direction of town. Over the following hours passers-by picked up the whip left on the table and whipped him liberally.

That night Peter was taken in to the basement and stared as Hopalong was brought in transformed into virile young man. “Right, get that new cock of yours busy Hopalong, or suffer the worst beating you’ve ever had.” Of course Hopalong obeyed and months later Peter delivered a baby boy.

“That’s your first, next month you mate again you’ve got a lot of years of childbirth ahead of you.” Peter quivered with terror as they made him give his breast to the child, he dreaded years of this. “Oh, by the way you don’t get to keep the brats, they get sold on when they’re old enough.” Peter didn’t want that either but as a convicted rapist and a transformed he had no choice of course the authorities didn’t know that his file had been faked.