It was a summer evening, almost 11:30. Glen was taking a short cut through the park. His apartment was just 1 block on the other street. Suddenly he stopped and looked over toward a clump of trees. He saw what appeared to be a woman tied to a tree. He slowly made his way to the trees.
She was tied to a tree, down on her knees with a ball gag in her mouth. She was half naked, her blouse had been ripped open, also her dress and her panties lay on the ground. Her face, mouth and chest were covered with dried cum. Glen stopped abruptly.
"Well what do we have here? A cross dresser maybe?"
It was true. She was not very tall and her body was shaped like a woman, smooth and slender, but there was a penis between her legs. Her nipples were larger than a man's and her breasts were almost flat. The genitals were completely shaved. Her wavy brown hair was shoulder length. Glen stepped up close to her and cupped his hand under her soft scrotum.
"That feel's nice. Not to big, but nice."
He fondled her penis.
"Nice and soft. How big does it get when you're hot?"
She was mumbling under the tape and moving her head from side to side. Glen grabbed her chin and held her head still.
"What should I do?. I could leave you out here, or I could take you back to my apartment."
Glen smiled at her.
"Maybe take you back to my place and you can show me how grateful you are. Unless you like it here in the park."
She quickly shook her head. Glen could see her hair was real and not a wig. He untied her from the tree, then tied her hands behind her back and left the tape over her mouth. He put his coat around her and led her to his apartment.
Glen sat her down on the sofa.
"I'm gonna take the ball gag off. Don't you dare scream and yell. You hear?"
She nodded her head. Glen quickly yanked the tape off.
"Who tired to that tree?"
She swallowed to clear her throat.
"My name is Candice. I was at a party and these guys drove me to the park. They tied me to the tree and ripped my cloths off. They said they would hurt me if I didn't suck their cocks."
Candice looked around the apartment.
"Please untie me and let me go to the bathroom. I need to clean up."
Glen led her to the bathroom and untied her hands. He heard the shower running as he passed by on his way to the kitchen. Several minutes later, Candice came out wrapped in a towel. Glen leaned against the counter.
"You know, you're kind of pretty. You look a lot like those femboys."
Candice stared at him.
"I’m not a boy, I'm 30 years old and I am transgender."
Glen smiled at her.
"I'm 20 and I'm not a boy either."
He took a pair of glasses from his pocket.
"I found these on the ground by the tree. They belong to you?"
She took the glasses and put them on.
"Yes, thank you. What are you going to do with me?"
"Well, you standing there all naked under that towel, kind of makes my cock hard."
Candice took a deep breath.
"So, if I suck your cock, you'll let me go?"
Glen looked at his watch.
"It's way after midnight. What you gonna run around this neighborhood with just that towel on? Some other guys might just catch you."
Glen filled his cup with hot coffee.
"You want a cup?"
"Yes, please."
She sat down on the sofa with her coffee.
"What do you do for a living?"
"I work over at Mike's Garage. I'm a mechanic. I build engines and transmissions. What do you do for a living?"
She took a sip of coffee.
"I'm a cocktail waitress and a dancer at the Premier Club."
Glen shook his head.
"Never heard of it."
"I'm not surprised, it's a suit and tie only club."
She took another sip of coffee.
"I can sleep on the sofa, unless you have have other ideas for me."
He winked at her.
"I do, but tomorrow is a work day. I need to get sleep."
Glen reached over and turned the alarm off, it was 6am. He walked into the living room and Candice was gone. She had folded the blankets and left them on the sofa. He chuckled to himself and went to the bathroom to shower and shave.
As he was getting dressed, he noticed a pair of his pants, a shirt and his good sneakers were gone. That day at work, Glen couldn't get Candice out of his thoughts. That evening he went to put the key in his door lock and it was open.
He quickly entered and saw Candice in the kitchen. She was wearing a pink jump suit.
"How the hell did you get in here?"
"I told the manager you were repairing my car and I wanted to cook you dinner, so he let me in."
"You got a car?"
"No. I just told him that."
Glen walked over to the fridge and took out a beer. He looked on the stove.
"What are you cooking?"
"Fried chicken and baked beans."
Glen plopped down on the sofa.
"Why did you come back?"
She pointed to the chair by the sofa.
"I returned your pants, shirt and sneakers. I washed the pants and shirt, they needed it."
Glen took a big swallow of beer.
"I guess I impressed you a lot and you just had to see me again."
She put the lid back on the pot.
"No. I lost my job because I didn't show for work last night. And then, I lost my room that the club provided me."
Glen took another swallow of beer."
"Sucks to be you."
She rolled her eyes at him.
"Real funny, ha,ha."
Glen glanced around the room.
"You cleaned the place up. I just noticed that."
She laughed.
"Yes, and the bathroom and your bedroom. They were both a total mess."
Candice put everything on the table and they sat down to eat. Glenn cleaned his plate and there were no leftovers. She smiled, cleaning the table.
"I should have brought 2 chickens."
Glen stared at her.
"You know, with all your makeup on, and that outfit, you’re very easy to look at."
She smiled at him and winked.
"Yes, I know."
Glen laughed, grabbing the remote for the television. Candice finished the dishes and brought another beer over to Glen.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to take a shower before going to sleep."
Glen flipped the channel over to a basketball game.
"Yeah, go ahead."
Candice was in the shower, when the glass door slid open. Glen was standing there naked with a huge erection.
"You got room for one more?"
She backed up.
"Sure, come on in. Let’s see what we can do about that big thing.”
The bathroom was filled with groans, grunts and slapping sounds. Glen lay naked on the bed as Candice wiped down the bathroom. She stood naked in the bathroom doorway. Glen smiled.
"You looked better when you were all tied up."
"Into bondage, are you?"
"Yeah, that's what attracted me to you in the first place. All naked and tied to that tree."
She walked over and sat on the bed.
"What about if I become your sex slave? Then you won't have to tie me up at all."
Glen threw the covers back.
"I like it! Get in here and keep me warm."
The alarm went off at 6am. Candice switched it off.
"Time to get up and go to work."
Glen rolled over.
"I should call in sick today."
She hit his ass cheek with the back of her hand.
"No you won't, besides, I have to go look for a job today."
Glen jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom.
"Mike down at the garage, is looking for a grease monkey. Doesn’t pay much but it's steady work."
"I've been waiting all my life for an offer like that!"
Glen was still laughing as he stepped into the shower. He got dressed, grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. He took his first swallow of coffee and his eyes opened wide.
"Woah! Where the hell did you get this coffee?"
Candice chuckled.
"Regular coffee is for wimps. I like strong coffee and strong men."
Glen took another swallow.
"I'm no wimp, so fill me up to the brim."
Glen came home to find Candice dressed in a tiny French maid uniform. He was all smiles, because her butt stuck out when she bent over. She turned and smiled.
“Bonjour mon amour.”
Glen stopped.
“You speak French?”
“I took it in high school. Also Spanish. What languages did you take?”
“Pig Latin.”
She shook her head and smiled.
“Oh, ha ha.”
She opened the fridge and handed him a beer. He leaned against the counter and opened the beer.
“You know what?”
“Tell me, I can’t wait.”
“I really like coming home and seeing you here. Makes my whole day.”
She turned and took the pot roast out of the oven and covered it with foil.
“I will admit I like being here with you. I like to try new things with someone I can trust.”
Glen took a swallow of beer.
“You like being a sex slave?”
“Sure, who doesn't?”
Glen pulled her over to him and kissed her hard on the lips. He slid his hand over her bare ass.
“Sex slaves don’t wear clothes unless they are ordered to. Strip!”
Candice slipped out of the maid uniform. Glen stared at her fully erect cock. It was clean shaved and beautiful.
“You look great naked.”
She leaned in and kissed him again with her tongue.
“Should I serve you now, mon amour?”
Glen kissed her again.
“Yeah, in more ways than one, mon amour.”
That pot roast dinner, was probably the best cooked meal he ever ate. He sat at the table, watching her dart around the kitchen in the nude.
"I think we should go to bed early tonight. What do you think?"
She turned and smiled.
"Your wish is my command."
It was late into the night, Glen was awaken by a strange rumbling. The bedroom suddenly became lighter. Candice quickly bolted from the bed, taking a stance by the foot of the bed. He believed he was dreaming and it was a nightmare.
Candice transformed into a thing that twisted and contorted like nothing his eyes could believe. The rumbling in the room became louder and it became very cold. The thing that was once Candice, spoke in a raspy echoing voice. It send chills through Glen's body.
"STAY AWAY FROM HIM! HE IS MINE!"
The End.
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