by Mistress Sveta

We have all heard of many any cults in our day but this one...The Cult Of Hermaphrodites??? This one has captured my imagination since hearing about it from a young escapee...while I was out on a reporter's assignment down by the bay...

I met her one cloudy misty day, she was just sitting there by the bay, watching, waiting for something or maybe nothing, as her stare was quite distant. I could tell she was a respectable young lady, perhaps a college girl? I approached and asked her if I could join in her distant search, Hi my name is Brad.

"Sure, if you wish." My name is Pat. She continued looking seaward, and I had to interrupt again.

"Is there something or someone bothering you"?

"Oh you could tell? It's nothing I can do anything about now, and I have been changed forever by them."

Who? What did they do to you? Are you a SG? A Suicide Girl?

"I can't talk about it, its too strange, too sci-fi and way too scary. I guess I'm some sort of Suicide Girl now, but I wasn't not long ago."

Ok, now you have my full attention and assistance, please let me help.

"Its too dangerous, and they might transform you just as easily."

Transform? Like mind control? Aliens? or what the heck are you talking about, I said kind of facetiously?

"Its far more than that, its a brave new sci-fi cult, far more weird than the stupid Moonies or wacko Heaven's Gaters, although not a suicide cult, some members have probably done just that, and I'm not so sure myself."

Well just take it from the beginning...

"I was invited, or perhaps selected, to come to a discussion seminar on new states of consciousness, brain waves, chemistry and surgeries. It seemed above board and had lots of scientists and cool people interested and dressed nicely. I felt a little out of my league with these people, some quite chic and avant garde."

"The meeting went nicely, some nice buffet gourmet things, some sushi, some teas, and then several of the newer members like myself began to feel uncomfortable and drowsy, then scared as we were fading away and being watched by gathering older Mistress members."

"I awoke only they know where, some sort of nice apartment kind of looking place, with a gorgeous patio below. It had tables with umbrellas folded looking very phallic. Perhaps a high rise overlooking the bay, perhaps even looking down on us as we speak..."

After coming and going into all sorts of sessions, programs, brain cat scans, drugs and medical looking people assuring me it would all be alright, I was ready to consent, to be a part of whatever they were advancing for science or humanity or whatever, it sounded so reassuring all the time, never threatening, but quite uneasy and often downright scary. I was free to go, or so it seemed, but felt some sort of restraint, perhaps it was just mental, perhaps I was meant to be a guinea pig, and my low self esteem was easily picked up on and played like a musical instrument.

What did they actually do to you? All mental? Or physical abuse?

"Well its goes far beyond the usual, that's for sure! I was seduced pretty easily, even though I didn't know what I was really getting into. Some sort of new path to happiness and enlightenment, some sort of higher tantric sexuality all mixed together."

"There were a lot of beautiful girls, young ladies I should say, no kids at all. It was an all adult group, with several older doctor, nurse and university types. The mental part was easy for them and for me, I just let them into my mind, just went with their flow and the whole nice flavor to the scene. Nice music, plus whatever I requested. Nice food and yet it seemed a set up, and it sure was! Even some new cosmetics, and some of them had micro-beads that seared right into my skin and lips."

"The place and these people are doing illegal mind control and surgeries that are not allowed, or that I ever heard of. I think they also place some members in special new jobs once they graduate. I almost graduated, but then asked them to just let me go. And they did, but a tanned Dr. Falk type warned that I may not make it out there like I had become. I was one of them now and probably permanently."

What the heck did they do to you??? You can trust me, a stranger but a genuine caring person, with considerable experience in helping lost young people get back on tract. You know, alcohol, drugs, crime, gangs that sort of thing, but Im not a jesus preacher.

"They may harm us if they figure out that I told you about them. But I do need some help. Just pretend to be picking me up, they may be watching to see how I do, what you do etc. Ok? Ok, sitting here not looking around, real casual may work fine."

"First they did some intense neon light hypnosis training and post hypnotic work. Then they did some subliminal suggestions and other mind control media effects. Then they did a little electroshock therapy and then they did a lot of special chemical work on my mind, lots of the latest drugs, mostly natural mind chemicals I think, don't for sure. They smeared them all over me a green herbal mixture for transdermal absorption. But they can mess your perception and thinking up big time. I don't know my real name anymore for one thing, or who I was. I am a new person, a new sci-fi person or cartoon. I had heard of such things in the Orient, Femdom, BDSM and even in those trashy Hentai Cartoons, its kind of like that but for real."

Did they do medical things, like surgeries?

"Oh definitely, several bizarre surgeries for which they would get in trouble for. You know that Heaven's Gate bunch did castrations?"

Yea, I had heard that that guy, Doug or Doe or whatever was a total psycho asshole.

"He was nothing but an amateur butcher compared to these people. These guys are real medically trained experts for sure. It was very scary, and they really nipped and tucked hard. But I knew by the second surgery I was in good hands and everything turned out wonderful!"

You mean they did sexual surgeries?

"Oh yea, a little of everything, from minor plastic surgeries to advanced experimental surgeries. I know they did a half dozen weird ones to me. But the mental trip they laid on me is why I am just sitting here thinking I should return, and not try to face this alone."

Hey, you are not alone now, I will help you all I can and try to find out who they are and ...

"Stop them? You gotta be kidding? These people are way too fast lane and big league for you."

"Ok, lets get out of here right now, someplace safer ok? My car is around the corner, and we can make a fast get-a-way without anyone seeing us..."

Hey this is pretty nice place, yours?

"No, I just rent for now but I have an option, perhaps if the real estate market perks up. You know its too late for me, I've been "Bimboed!"

"I guess the best place to begin to tell you about what they did is to just show you the scars? Well not much of anything too scary, but its still shocking, are you ready?"

She took down her jeans slowly, and I could tell there was more than just some swelling...

Oh my god, what did they do to you? Oh please don't cry, its bizarre like you said but please I didn't mean to be so insensitive, I am sympathetic really, please don't cry, its gonna be ok.

"I should not have let any outsider see me like this. They warned me that I would look like a cartoon to others...I cant hardly get this back under my clothes anymore..."

Hey, its ok really, in fact its incredible, I have never seen anything like it. Are you, or did they make you??? A guy into a girl or vice versa sort of thing...

"Yes, sort of, I am one of them now, a new kind of Hermaphrodite. Its a new combination of sexual surgeries, evolved from several disciplines and techniques."

"They took the French penile implant surgery on a new course, and left the opening at the base open, like a deep dorsal hypospadia, then instead of bulb implants in the cavernosum, they simply implant a surgical tube right up in the penis for flexibility and insertions plus hard silicone implants in the cavernosum for permanent engorgement and enlargement without the dangers of priapism".

"The castration is left until later when a better vaginoplasty can be done on the hypospadia, and they created a quite remarkable vagina as you see at the base of my new permanently erect implanted penis. I urinate like a girl now, and can have a new range of strange sexual positions and copulations of all sorts. I am a new age Hermaphrodite sexual creature. I am made to have love, be loved, give love in new ways forever."

You mean you are programmed for love like this?

"Yes, but I am still sort of a virgin at all this. I am supposed to be the sex toy of the buyers, the cult's paying clients, but I just don't feel quite like that, I don't what I feel now."

Hey, don't start crying again. Its ok, in fact its quite remarkable and sexual...and well, you are basically ok, right?

"Ok? Right? How could all this be ok or right? I'm totally fixed, augmented, hardened, sex toyed and completely mind fucked."

Well I mean, you are not in physical pain are you ?

"You have no idea. I have deep sexual and sexuality pains of all sorts plus deep implants and implanted mind fucks of all sorts, but not as much pain as at first, I have healed as they nursed me. I just don't know what to do. I need some help, maybe a lot of help, right?"

Ok, ok, you got it dear. Give me a hug, its gonna be ok, come here.

She was now turned away was redressing in her incredibly tight pink latex pants and I guess kind of shy still, but maybe it was something else...

She hesitated, then moved close and reached out gently and held me close then tight, tears rolling down her cheeks. I held her close as well and was overcome by her intense aura of sexuality, of a total tantric multi-chakra pulsating orgasmic girl.

Her perfume was so exotic I was drifting away while she moved her hips and started to dance ever so slowly, so close, never opening her eyes, just beaming out love from every pore of her fine skin.

I was swept off my feet pretty quickly, becoming intoxicated with her charming grace, soft thin sweater over overstuffed puffy tities, tight pink latex pants that swelled and throbbed against me. It wasn't just a romantic intoxication I soon found out, she had some sort of special perfume that was released upon touching her clothes or something. I was going under her spell. Her tits were swollen with passion.

Geez, there's some sort of heavy pheromones in that perfume, maybe some of that new PT 141 that I had read of now being mass produced in China. China? What do they need more sex and babies for? Well maybe its not for local consumption, a new advanced commie plot to overtake mankind with sexuality. That, plus all the rest she had told me, started to add up, but I was having trouble counting backwards from 100 now...

She pushed my head down on her full DD implanted breasts, releasing even more perfume, I suckled like a a baby, and sure enough a few drops of milk met my tongue, milk no doubt filled with even more intoxicants and sex drugs she had been on for so long.

She led my head down further, her navel also had hidden packets of micro-beads of all sorts of fragrances, all perfected for that core chakra. One chakra at a time I was being led deeper into her new mysteries.

She was way beyond my wildest dreams, I was instantly falling in love with this total mind control freak, and losing my sanity along with her. I help her? I would soon find out a whole lot more about this cult than I wanted to.

She then held me even closer, her bulging pink latex pants were so tight against her protruding cock. I found that irresistible to look away from, its was throbbing up to her navel. But I kept thinking of that incredible new pussy I saw just a little further down, all hot and juicy.

She let me go past her enlarged penis, a powerful erect shemale tool for sure, solid penetration power, I moved quickly down to her female chakra center and was completely taken away by another micro-bead burst of female pheromones. I kissed her there and licked it up and down ever so nice, she moaned and held me tighter. I was consumed by now and she knew it. I worked as hard as I could to please her there, and she responded in the most orgasmic way soon. She bucked and squirmed and panted and told me not to stop.

Not now, ever, she was not kidding and sure wasn't crying anymore, except in the most girlish orgasms over and over. I was half way to heaven and ready to mount her for more when she said that "Her regular sex wasn't working yet, there had to be more surgeries for that."

She smiled apologetically, and I said that's alright, what else can or would you like to do? She smiled and moved my head back up right along her huge penis! Whoa, I thought we had gotten pass that part, but no, it was throbbing and neglected far too long for her, and she needed it to be worked on, or inserted deeply into something, like my mouth for starters.

I gagged and gagged but she insisted, and sure enough more micro-beads burst with new chemicals, I was flipping out. She had me by the hair, much like I had done to other girls, now I was being used like that. She was fucking my mouth with that siliconed penis like it was a strap-on, except it was real flesh and blood, it was literally a total mind fucking for sure.

When she came it was a whole body earthquake and it only made her pussy wetter and her need for some additional work down there. I had to really go for it now and I did as she wished, with that huge penis still quaking endlessly right in my face. Then she grabbed mine and worked up a lather with it in between her breasts.

As I started to black out she turned around quickly, so smoothly and well trained and I mounted her from the rear like a stallion, with her gorgeous breasts hanging loose and free and her other erogenous zones which were all being lit up by the symphony of chakra bending perfumes, pheromones, hormones, and brain chemicals.

It was my turn to orgasm but "Not yet, she said", just ride me a little longer, just a little longer which made my penis light on fire from more chemicals inside her. She passed her hands over my face rubbing in more new pheromone beads, some kind of lotions and then reached forward to light some incense, like a hippie sex goddess, only a whole new version of free wild irish love than I ever imagined they had back in Golden Gate Park.

She rolled over to let me play with her breasts and she rubbed them up and down my chest for quite some time, hypnotizing me further to her insatiable rhythms. My hard on had gone up and down so many times I lost count, but now she focused on that for me. I needed some relief, good grief, this was way too much, but it was just the beginning for her.

She sucked me off like a hoover on hormones, and it didn't take long to be overcome and come deep into her mouth, then she leaned up and grabbed my face and kissed me in a deep nasty French style, but with a purpose, as that delivered even more pheromones and hormones right back deep into me. She finished that off with a hefty helping of enflamed left breast secretions until I swallowed to seal that deal.

I was now getting weak and she was just getting started. She replaced the left nipple with that big throbbing shaft, its just kept throbbing like the Eveready Bunny, a big pink bunny ear right in my face, right in my mouth, and she knew I needed some more work with that, some more experience like her ripping my ass open with that huge siliconed flesh tool until she found that my skills and responses had improved and were fully satisfactory.

Oh she continued around the world, my world was spinning and I lost count of how many times she spun me around. I was "Whirled Peas" in her hermaphrodite sex blender. I did find some peace though when she jumped up and danced straddled over me, all sparkling with moist hypnotic pheromones. I couldn't move a muscle, and I suspected one or more of those weird South American Jungle Vines, like Curare or DMT was now my fate.

But she smiled and asked me if it was still alright? She said I had helped her more than anyone had ever done, that all her suffering and pain was now gone and she felt complete and more than satisfied, totally fulfilled and in love.

In Love? What did that mean for me? I did still feel strong attraction, but real love? I was totally confused what that meant anymore. Love-Love-Love it just rattled around my brain like an old Beatles song, but unbridled, uninhibited, unparalleled wild lust, that PT-141 is some heady stuff for sure, but is it Love?

She then dialed her cell, and at first I thought she was valley girl talking with her friends, but it wasn't her old friends...it was her new ones...she was telling them where she was...

Oh Oh, fuck this is not the plan...well not my plan... its theirs...

They arrived in a couple minutes, two doctors and two nurses, and they took her vital signs and drew some blood and asked her a bunch of questions across the room in the corner.

They then all turned towards me and I don't remember much after that, something about "Did I have fun and really enjoy this experience etc.?" Just one whiff of their little uncorked bottle and I was quickly wheeled out the door.

"Take him to the Transformation Pool"...

The mind control therapy was more than she had described, far more, far more than a good old fashioned "Clockwork Orange" job, it was total immersion in a jacuzzi with multi sensual effects, plus lots of pheromones and hormones and tons of massaging, pampering and a mystical multi media mind make over.

After a few days at this intensity I fully consented to whatever they wished to do, something similar no doubt as she had done, but with a few new enhancements and refinements they promised.

I tried to prepare myself, to snap out of it a couple of times, but this cult thing was way to powerful. They had all their bases covered, all figured out to the last detail and several ways to convince the unconvinced that it was all for the best, for me, for them, for her. I was to become her new evangelical sales slave...and for humanity.

I wanted to help people didn't I? They promised I would be helping a lot of people from now on, find new love, affection and fun beyond imagination. I didn't have much of an argument left.

My new pussy was so wonderful, the vaginoplasty was perfect, like I had been born with one, and it was deeper than previous ones, a new refinement added more tissue. The penis was also a little bit bigger and stronger looking. The big bulb tip protruded rudely from the tight panties that held it secured to my belly in "Spankx" nylon.

I was now obscenely sexualized, part human part implant, and my prick just would not go down, as the venous cavernosum now had a huge implanted erection. It was like it had a mind of its own and it was strangely overwhelmingly distracting me now. One hand exploring the inserted tubes and fully dedicated to pleasuring it and the other hand now dedicated to that juicy new pussy!

I just couldn't keep my fingers away from exploring its folds and depths. A small piece of the penis glans was added at the top for more intensity and that was insatiable now that it was freed from its old fashioned penis. I now resembled fairly closely one of those nasty "Hentai Dick Girls", and I felt like I was not just in a cartoon, but was one permanently now.

It was hard not to laugh, to talk all sorts of conspiratorial girly talk about what we were going to do, and how and which sex acts first and ways to seduce more people into our wonderful love cult.

Oh there is more, but that will have to wait until the next installment, F2H, and my new adventures with my new partner in hermapho-sex. Excuse me while I adjust my dick back down and into my new soaking pussy and pull my French lace panties up really really tight !

Ummmm Ooooo LA LA !