The CC Society

It has indeed been a gift to meet with you again my friend.  We must make a pact not to let so many years go by before we see one another again.  We should try to stay in touch and plan a visit that has nothing to do with our “personal interests”.

To any casual observer, the sight of the two slightly older distinguished-looking gentlemen chatting over a fragrant cup of herbal tea and a light lunch of salad and some fresh bread would not have attracted any attention whatsoever.  If anything, the naked server wearing nothing but a leather collar collecting their used plates and re-filling their teapot with hot water would have been the one drawing the stares and open-mouthed expressions.

That would have been the case, if the afternoon social scene had been taking place in public as opposed to the secluded terrace of an opulent private estate.  An estate, owned by the Chairman of a very exclusive, and and very nefarious organization committed to one purpose.

Intan Siregar was an Indonesian National, with homes dotted around the world and a fabulously wealthy lifestyle paid for by a diversified portfolio of lucrative business ventures.  He had started off as the co-owner of a small rubber factory, and after buying out his partner and ramping up production, had become the second largest producer of automobile tires in the world.

From there he had expanded into real estate, agriculture, the energy sector, and a number of other industries…all of which made him amongst the wealthiest industrialists on the planet.

At his sprawling estate in New Mexico, he was hosting a bi-annual event that was both his privilege and his responsibility as the current head of the CC Society.  A group of very wealthy men and women who all had one common interest…the creation and use of submissive feminized sissies for their pleasure and profit.

It was the part about profit that attracted both of the luncheon diners to attend this particular year, as both of them had something to sell.

The CC Society was a very simple and uncomplicated play on the pronunciation of the word for sissy in Arabic…SiSi.  The club had been started by a small wealthy group of Arabs from the Gulf, and over a period of fifteen years had cautiously and slowly expanded, now encompassing over 50 members.

“The Shareholders” as they were called, now represented a much broader geographical spread than had the original group of perverts who had started the club.  Women had been allowed to buy-in five years earlier, and the group when fully assembled represented the Middle East, Africa, Asia, Eastern Europe, Australia, and the United States.

In order to become a Shareholder, one had to meet three primary criteria.

One.  Sponsorship for membership had to come from a current Shareholder.

Two.  Their application, background, and suitability to join the group had to be checked and unanimously approved by four other Shareholders selected at random from the current membership.

Three.  If the first two hurdles were successfully crossed, they had to pay a 15 million USD entrance fee to join the group on top of the annual 3 million USD share price to maintain their affiliation.

To say the group was exclusive, was an understatement.

Every two years the Shareholders would assemble - as many of them as wished to attend - for a week of relaxation, planning, perversion, and, acquisition.  It was up the the current Chairman to organize the location and security, and to provide an environment conducive to the type of activities the CC Society faithful like to indulge in for their entertainment.

In addition to the Shareholders, there was one other small group of individuals who were invited to attend each of the gathering.  The Society referred to these people as the “Vendors”.

To be recognized as a vendor one had to prove that they had something unique, valuable, and otherwise almost impossible to obtain within one of three domains.  Expertise, Services, or sissy-flesh.  Vendors were vetted exclusively by the Chairman, and their behavior was controlled largely by the fact that anyone who might qualify would surely face a jail sentence or worse if their involvement were to become public…so security was more or less assured.

The distinguished pair of diners owed their presence as vendors to items being offered in the third realm - sissy-flesh.  Each man was there to sell a fully feminized sissy-slave to the highest bidder.  Both men expected to make a fortune.

Dr.’s Siddiq and Talebi had met one another at a medical conference in the Eastern Mediterranean several years before.  One from Egypt, and one from Iran, they shared a Profession, a faith, and a hatred for all things American even though both of them lived and worked in the United States.

Dr. Siddiq had been the sole owner of a sissy-slut named Colleen for about a year, spending much of his free time experimenting on her medically, and punishing her ruthlessly for being an over-sexed infidel tranny-whore.  

Dr. Talebi had first been engaged by an older American couple and then by a pair of Polish pornographers to serially feminized their star attraction in order to keep her fresh for the paying audience of on-line perverts.  He subsequently purchased the bitch for his own use and enjoyment, private from the prying eyes of the World Wide Web.

Both men had now decided to divest themselves of their property and had managed to find their way to New Mexico because of their mutual acquaintance…Intan Siregar.

“Are you planning to stay after the auction my friend?” Talebi asked.  Vendors could display their wares for the first two days of the gathering, attend the auction on the evening of the second day, and stay for the duration of the third day if they wished.  Beyond that, their presence was forbidden.

“No”, Siddiq replied.  “Certainly not.  As soon as I have sold my whore I am taking my money and leaving immediately.  If she sells for a high enough price I will set about closing down my Practice and moving back to Cairo.  The money my infidel slut will have made me in USD will afford me a lavish lifestyle in Egypt, and I will be done with this disgusting and decadent country forever.”

Talebi confirmed that he would probably leave also, but he was not as hardline as his Egyptian friend when it came to the topic of how a sissified American boi-slut should be treated.  While his friend had used his slave for experimentation and torture, Talebi had realized that that the skills learned by his femboi could be of enormous pleasure to him…and he availed himself of her abilities regularly.

Dr. Talebi had kept his sissy Patti as a house slave and concubine.  She was responsible for all of his domestic needs - cooking, cleaning, laundry…and he used her as a whore almost every night - doing whatever he wanted to her sexually while facing no fear of repercussion or reprisal.  Fucking, fisting, bondage, water sports - she was his plaything with no say, no rights, and no mind of her own with which to fight back.

Finished their midday meal, the two men decided to retire for the afternoon and perhaps re-convene for dinner.  It would give each man an opportunity to check their messages to see if the merchandise they had brought with them had drummed up any interest from the assembled Shareholders.

Any of the sissies who were for sale at each of the Society’s gatherings were advertised in a purpose-produced catalogue.  It was very low tech, but only as many copies of the catalogue as there were Shareholders in attendance were produced, and each Shareholder was required to turn in their catalogue at the end of the week to ensure that no information about the flesh for sale could leave the gathering.

If a Shareholder were interested to see or sample a particular sissy, they could contact the vendor privately and book a slot of one hour in length to give the merchandise a good going over.  A way to “try before you buy” as it were.  Suites were available to use, equipped with everything a creative Dom or Domme could want, to make sure that the product they were looking to purchase was fully tried out before any transaction took place.

As Dr. Siddiq made his way through the manicured grounds returning to his accommodation, he passed a number of the Shareholders enjoying their slaves in the open air, happy to be seen degrading their sluts for all to see.

There was a large chested Domme wearing nothing but high heels and an enormous black strap-on cock pegging a muscular body builder who had been made to wear a ridiculously small schoolgirl’s outfit as she raped his ass.

There was a corpulent Chinese Shareholder relaxing in the shade, his rolls of fat glistening with a sheen of sweat as his gimp sissy…fully clad in thick black leather complete with pigtail hood, posture collar, and cinched in corset, was made to stand in her ballet boots with her arms bound in a strict reverse prayer position …was roasting in the New Mexico sunshine.

From behind an impenetrable wall of dense shrubbery came the crack of a whip landing on exposed vulnerable flesh followed by a blood curdling howl of pain from a gagged sissy who was being punished for her Master or Mistress’ pleasure.

When Dr. Siddiq arrived at his suite, he found Colleen exactly as he had left her.  Strictly bound in a thick black rubber sleepsack, the attached hood on the bondage garment allowed no light in, and had no eyeholes through which she could see.  Nor did it have an opening for her mouth, and allowed for very restricted breathing via two small punched-out holes located under the captive’s nostrils.  Siddiq had advised her to try to stay calm, for if she panicked and her breathing became fast and shallow, she might well suffocate.

Colleen had been encased like a latex mummy for several hours now, with an enormous plug in her ass and her tiny sissy-clit crushed in a minuscule metal cage.  She had cotton balls stuffed in her ears inside of the sack so she did not even hear her owner enter the room and casually remove his shoes as he sat on the bed beside where she was laid out on the floor.

Powering up his computer, Siddiq immediately saw that so far, four Shareholders had expressed an interest in Colleen.  Clicking on their CC Society profiles, he decided to learn a bit more about his prospective clients before releasing Colleen from her thick rubber prison.

The first potential buyer was an Australian rancher.  Big, bold, and very rich, his profile made it clear that he was looking for a sissywhore he could sexually ravage and defile every day after spending hours out in the dusty Australian outback.  If Colleen was sold to him, she would spend her time chained, lubed, with her legs in the air or on her hands and knees while the muscular Aussie fucked her senseless.

Next up was a reclusive Taiwanese billionaire.  An collector of rare and unique objects, he was looking for a sissy to turn into a living sculpture.  Should he be the successful buyer, Colleen would spend the rest of her days painfully mounted with a pole stuck up her cunt, or somehow affixed to the wall in the man’s private gallery for his viewing and sadistic pleasure.  Not the worst way of continuing to make the little infidel suffer, Siddiq thought.

The third profile interested the Iranian doctor very much indeed.  Kgosi Bukale was an extremely corrupt violent man from Burkina Faso who had made his fortune from smuggling, extortion, and influence peddling across much of Africa.  He was ruthless and hedonistic, and cut a most menacing figure which made Siddiq smile broadly as he looked at the Black man’s profile picture.

The Egyptian didn’t hold out much expectation for the final Shareholder who had expressed an interest.  Salina Gutierrez was a Brazilian heiress who continuously looked for ways to spend her inherited fortune that had been left to her by her late father.  To Salina, the CC Society was more of a diversion, and really she could care less whether she left New Mexico with a newly acquired slave or not.  Siddiq considered her interest as nothing more than a passing fancy.

He would have to make sure Colleen was at her most alluring sissy-slut best when the big African came to try her out.  The huge Black would terrify his little bitch…which made the Egyptian’s cock become instantly rock hard inside of his pants.

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Across the sprawling complex from Dr. Siddiq’s luxurious suite, was a similar style of accommodation reserved for the Iranian, Dr. Talebi.

There, bound spread eagle on the bed was the Iranian’s personal whore, Patti.  At the moment however, her face was completely obscured by the perverted doctor’s ass as he was straddling the slut and forcing her to work her talented tongue in and out of his asshole while her permanently plumped dick-slurping lips were massaging the area around his butthole his moans of contentment.

Occasionally the dominant man would sit right down on the sissy’s face, making it impossible for her to breathe - the combination of the psychological effect of having the power of life and death over the bitch and the physical sensation of her tongue spasming  inside of his rectum nearly drove him over the edge.

Just when Patti was about to pass out from lack of oxygen, the Iranian would allow her a few tiny breaths before working her mouth once more with his anus to provide himself with increasing amounts of pleasure.  Once he was done with the slut’s mouth, he would pummel her pussy with his hard cock and then peruse the prospective buyers for her well-used cunt while she slurped and suckled on his dick to clean it and keep it comfortably warm.

Dr. Talebi had put Patti on her hands and knees to receive the gift of his thick hard cock deep in her cunt.  For thirty minutes he rutted and humped and fucked her while she silently submitted to his advances like a true and proper whore before clamping down on his dick and milking it with her pussy muscles as he inseminated her.  

Lighting a hand-rolled cigarette as he sat back with his tablet, the Iranian doctor enjoyed the mewling and suckling sounds coming from between his hairy thighs as he fed Patti his recently drained cock, allowing her to enjoy what she’d been taught was to be the object of her obsession…craving his cock, and everything that came out of it.

Talebi was halfway through the final purchase proposal when his inbox registered that Patti had garnered more interest.  He was quite taken with the Russian’s proposal for how he would use the little tranny-whore.  She would make an excellent addition to the stable of whores that kept his highly secret brothels running smoothly…patronized by the richest, most powerful and most perverted citizens of the former Soviet Union.

This newest appointment request to view the merchandise however, had Talebi extremely intrigued.  The Pakistani Shareholder was part of a conglomerate of family money, and he had to admit that selling the bitch on to another true believer of the faith definitely held some appeal.  In the end…whoever offered up the most money for Patti would be the lucky bidder.  What Talebi wanted was cash, and lots of it.

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With the hour almost up, Siddiq had returned to the room at the estate reserved for Pete Millman.  The Aussie rancher was big.  All over.  He stood 6’5” tall and had the hard body of a power lifter.  He was forty five years old with an insatiable sex drive.  

In just under an hour, he was about to cum in Colleen’s inviting cunt for the third time and had he been able to keep the slut for more time, he would have filled her pussy with cum til it was bubbling out of her distended lips.

When the Egyptian doctor pushed open the door and entered the room, he saw Colleen on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed, with her sweat-soaked hair hanging about her face.  The rancher had a handful of it balled up in one of his massive fists, while the other hand worked a long snake-like rubber dildo in and out of her cunt alongside of his muscular cock.

Colleen’s mouth was stuffed with a bright red balls gag, and strings of drool were oozing out from all around it and stretching down towards the mattress.  Her hormone-induced tits were swaying back and forth underneath her like giant fleshy orbs, and her distended nipples were connected by a heavy chain and spring-loaded alligator clamps biting into her tit-meat.

The muscular Aussie was grunting and thrusting, pummelling the sissy’s cunt hole with long strokes of his eight-inch monster cock while the foot long rubber intruder remained stuffed deep inside of her.  Roaring to another climax, when the rancher pulled out of Colleen even Dr. Siddiq was impressed by the sheer volume of cum that bubbled and poured out of her grossly distressed anus.

Towelling off and leaving the slut in a sweaty, exhausted heap on the bed, Pete Millman advised the Egyptian doctor he would definitely be inclined to put an offer in on Colleen, but that he had other candidates to “interview” so he would appreciate it if he would remove the whore from his room while he was in the shower “re-charging” for the next appointment who was due in thirty minutes.

Siddiq threw Colleen’s disheveled clothes at her and ordered her to get dressed…she could get cleaned up when they were back at his suite, and he would then be preparing her for her next audition with a Shareholder who had made some very specific requests as to how she was to be presented when he arrived.

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Back at Dr. Talebi’s luxurious suite, it was a few hours later when the Iranian physician warmly welcomed Tariq Hingora at his doorway, and invited him to enter with an exaggerated flourish.

The Hingora Clan were one of the most prominent families in Sindh Province in Pakistan.  Wealth, power, and influence were kept strictly within the family…more specifically, the male members of the family.  

Daughters of the Hingora were strategically married into other wealthy and influential families throughout the region to add to the family’s power base, while the sons of the Hingora were provided with fertile and obedient wives from less prominent backgrounds who could be kept in line, and would do and they were told.

All of this was orchestrated by an older generation of matriarchal women who basically felt that nobody was good enough for their sons…and treated their daughters-in-law as brood mares, and slaves.

Tariq’s mother was one of the most ambitious and domineering of them all, and had despised her son’s wife with a passion.  She shed no tears when the bitch had run off and abandoned her husband and children three months ago, but appearances had to be maintained.  To admit to the failure of being unable to control his own wife was something Irha Hingora was not prepared to let her son do…so she hatched a plan.

Irha had sent Tariq to the Shareholders’ meeting that year with one instruction…bring back a submissive sissy who could be controlled, trained, and made to obey with absolute submission not only to him, but to her, as a whore wife for Tariq and an obedient slave of a sissy Daughter-in-law.  

He already had his children, and the slut he brought home would be passed off as the missing wife, always kept hidden from view, and forbidden from disobeying and shattering the illusion.

All Tariq needed was a sissy of similar size and figure to his runaway wife…his mother would handle the rest.

Patti stood stark naked in the middle of the room, hands by her side, eyes cast downward.  As Tariq and Talebi chatted in Arabic, she had no idea what they were saying but was sure that it must have been about her as the sweaty and swarthy Pakistani’s hands groped and probed her without emotion as he spoke.

Patti’s breasts were gripped, squeezed, hefted and dropped…her mouth was invaded by thick long fingers which she dutifully sucked just as she had been taught…and her ass cheeks were separated while the fingers that had been stuck in her mouth were unceremoniously shoved up her cunt and twisted around while she softly grunted from the intrusion.

Next her cheeks were tightly squeezed forcing her mouth into a pucker which was then subjected to an invasively deep and probing kiss with Tariq’s tongue exploring her mouth and his teeth biting on her plumped up dick-sucking lips.

Already feeling like nothing more than a piece of meat the sissy was quickly spun round and shoved down across the console table causing an ornate bowl and a small lamp to clatter to the floor while the heavy-set Pakistani fiddled with his zipper and eventually freed his thick hard cock.  

In one stroke he shoved it into Patti’s exposed cunt and rutted her hard as he shut his eyes and concentrated on his own pleasure.  It was brutal, it was unfeeling, and it was over quickly.  In just over a minute and a half Tariq had reached climax and pumped a load of cum into the slut.

Dragging her off of the table and onto her knees, the deflating cock was shoved in her mouth to be cleaned, and from above her, Patti could hear the conversation switch to English as the cruel Shareholder finally said something she could understand.

“Tell me what you want for the whore, and it’s yours.  I want to buy her right here, right now, and will pay any price you name.”

Talebi was stunned.  While it was the prerogative for any Vendor/Shareholder combination to broker a deal outside of the official sale at the gathering, the Iranian doctor had not expected such an occurrence to take place with Patti.

The truth was that physically she was very much like Tariq’s missing wife, and with Patti the illusion could be maintained and she could be trained to pleasure him as he needed to be as a man of the Hingora Clan, while also being kept on  an extremely short leash by his domineering mother.

The average price for a sissy brought to auction at the gathering was one to two million USD.  This reflected the illicit nature of the modern slave trade, the fact that slavery was only one of the crimes being perpetrated in addition to kidnapping, rape, and assault on a regular basis by the Shareholders, and the fact that every buyer at the meeting had tens if not hundreds of millions of dollars at their disposal.  

After some thought, and explaining that there had been quite a bit of interest in Patti from other Shareholders, Talebi told the Pakistani buyer that he could not possibly let her go for less than five million.  

Laughing, and enjoying the Iranian’s tactics, Tariq replied that the good doctor was wasting his talents in medicine…he should be selling carpets in the marketplace in Tehran.  The counter offer was quick and decisive.

“You ask for five million dollars…and I will instead give you seven.  But, the whore comes with me now.  Right now.”

Talebi was shocked, and giddy at the knowledge that the slut he had paid the two Polish pornographers 200K for just a year ago, was now going to net him seven million USD in a sale to this nonchalant Pakistani Dom.  He spluttered and stumbled, but managed to spit out the word “deal”…and shook hands with Tariq.

Patti, had been successfully sold off.

Having come prepared, the new owner pulled a length of chain from his jacket pocket that had a loop at one end.  Passing the free end through the loop and then over Patti’s head, a choker collar was effectively created and Tariq spun on his heels and made for the door…the chain tightening cruelly around her neck as she was forced to either follow her new owner, or suffocate.

As the proud Hingora male strode down the hallway with his new property naked and in tow, Patti dithered in bewilderment as she stumbled along behind the fat sweaty pig, with his fresh load of cum slowly dripping down the insides of her thighs.

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Dr. Siddiq had been meticulous in preparing Colleen for the arrival of Kgosi Bukale.  The African crime lord had been one of the first non-Arabs to become a Shareholder.  

Over the years he had trained or purchased numerous sissies, using and abusing them until they either expired, or were so stretched out and damaged that they were no longer of any use to him and were fit only to be sold off to low-rent brothels to be fucked senseless by hundreds of horny frustrated men.

Kgosi was a man of extremely perverted, violent, and very raunchy tendencies, and his high-born proud African Queen wife had flatly told him that there was no way she would lower herself to be used in those ways.

For public events…his gorgeous wife was on his arm making every man in the room jealous.  Behind closed doors, his sissy sluts suffered immense physical, emotional and psychological abuse as his powerless sexual slaves.

As the pair entered the bedroom and Kgosi caught his first glimpse of Colleen…the big black man broke into a grin that stretched from ear to ear, and his dick immediately got hard.

With her wrists tightly bound by a leather cord, the only bondage holding her in place was the chain connecting her arms that were stretched high over her head to the hook screwed into the ceiling.

Her generous tits had each been fitted with a broad rubber gasket that constricted the blood flow and caused each of her orbs to swell and turn deep red in color.  Her thickened nipples were engorged and pointing directly at the two perverts who stood there ogling her.

Her clit had been released from its cage, and the tiny white appendage adorned by hilariously small sissy-ovary testes was presented between her thighs like an offering to the African Shareholder there to consider her as a purchase.

On her feet were sky-high heels that made her toes and her calves ache, and stuffed up her cunt was an inflatable butt plug that had been blown up enough to keep it in place, but not nearly to the limit of the expandable rubber bladder that formed the core of the toy.  The hand held bulb that controlled the inflation dangled from her firm round asscheeks.

The portly buyer approached Colleen and with his eyes locked on to hers, asked Siddiq what type of training she had already been exposed to and what skills she had as a submissive sissy-whore.

Siddiq detailed a list that included deep throating cock, taking fiesta and huge toys in her cunt, piss, beatings, bondage, sensory deprivation, gang bangs, and a number of other activities.  The entirety of the list again made Kgosi smile broadly, but still with his eyes locked on to Colleen, in the deepest richest voice she had ever heard the muscular black man said “I have so much more to teach you, slut, to make you the type of whore a man like myself can really use for maximum pleasure.  Prepare yourself…by the time tomorrow you will be calling ME Master.”

“I have seen enough Siddiq” Kgosi said as he casually grabbed hold of the build and began pumping it repeatedly to inflate the rubber bladder inhabiting Colleen’s cunt.  Ten, fifteen, twenty pumps later the slave was squiring and struggling as she hung in front of the two men…shifting her weight constantly from side to side.

“You will get used to the feeling of being full, slut.  When you are mine, that pussy of yours will never ever again be empty, and you will learn that skin and muscle can be trained to expand and stretch in ways and to extremes that you never before thought possible.  Watching you struggle as I open that flower to the size of a gaping chasm will be most delicious.”

“I want her Siddiq.  I will buy her right now as a matter of fact.  name your price.”

Unlike his Iranian friend, Siddiq was determined to see his slave put to auction, and felt that with this African Dom as interested as he was, the likelihood that the bidding would be driven upwards was very high.  The Egyptian physician politely declined to sell, and wished his guest the best of luck when the sale took place the following day.

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As Intan Siregar shook hands with Tariq Hingora, the event host expressed his dismay at the early departure of the Pakistani Shareholder and implored him to stay and enjoy the remaining days of the event.  “You will not have another opportunity for two whole years Tariq…are you sure that I cannot convince you to stay?  We can have your purchase placed into storage and I assure you she will be quite secure and ready to be collected at the end of the week.”

“I appreciate the offer Intan” Tariq replied.  “But I have what I came for and I am eager to have my new wife prepared and begin her training.  My jet leaves for Islamabad tonight and by tomorrow I will be back in my compound in Sindh, and this little whore will begin to pay for what that bitch wife of mine tried to do by running off and humiliating me.

Patti of course could not hear what was being said as she was already installed in the hidden storage compartment in the back of Tariq’s customized SUV.  The lead lined compartment was impervious to x-ray inspection, and totally soundproofed.  Not that that mattered of course as the sissy was encased in a rubber sleepsack, strictly bound and gagged, with an oxygen supply being pumped in to sustain her for the journey until they were safely in the air.

As Tariq slid into the luxurious passenger compartment in the vehicle, he signalled to his driver to depart, and immediately he began to focus his attention on how the sissy riding along behind and underneath him would be used to restore his honor among the Hingora…and how he would use her to display how mu ch dominance he had over his wife…and how completely submissive to him she was in front of the assembled members of his clan.

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Siddiq sat on the edge of his seat in his suite, watching the sissy auction on the closed circuit system that Intan had installed for the purpose of the gathering.  The flesh for sale was all housed in one of the buildings in the compound, with buyers and sellers alike tuning in form the comfort of their lodgings.

The system however was not entirely devised for the convenience of the Shareholders.  It was also done to protect the privacy of the CC Socirty gathering as it was impossible for any one Shareholder to determine who the successful buyer was in any of the sales, and as merchandise was picked up privately away from prying eyes, nobody could honestly testify if asked to having seen anything that could be proved not be illegal.

Siddiq’s level of anxiety heightened as lot #14 was announced over the computer system.  Colleen, was now the focus of the cameras in the auction room as the voice-over detailed her age, stats, and background.  Ethnicity was a key component for many buyers - being on the market specifically for a sissy with a particular heritage, look, skin colour or skill set.

Colleen was naked, with a hemp rope noose around her neck tightened only enough to keep her in place with the end of the rope disappearing to an unseen hook above her body.  A hooded figure facilitating the sale would periodically enter the picture and assist with putting some of the slut’s skills on display.  

An eight-inch rubber dildo was shoved down her throat to the base before being easily inserted into her cunt.  Her tits were manhandled and her nipples tweaked, twisted and pinched until they became engorged and erect.  Her clit was un-caged and made to leak strings of sissy-honey before being stuffed back into the chastity device supplied by the Society.

She was slapped, punched in the stomach, forced to suck and slurp on a number of phallic objects of various sizes, made to step up on to a platform and then bent over to have her cheeks pulled apart and her pussy-lips spread to open her cunt for the camera…all of which was done before the bidding was opened.

As the sissy hung there on display, the auctioneer officially opened the bidding for lot #14, at $500,000 USD.  

Very quickly the initial bid was met, and in $100,000 increments the price quickly rose.  As the figure climbed, the number of active bidders dwindled and by the time Colleen was commanding a sale price of 2.5 million USD, there remained two buyers expressing serious interest.  

Siddiq knew that one of those, must be Kgosi Bukale.

In a power play type of move, the purchase price jumped a full $400,000 to 2.9 million, and then the figure sat stagnant for a number of seconds.

The rule of the auction was that once a price reminded static for a full minute, the sale was considered complete and that buyer would receive an electronic notification that they were the successful Shareholder in the purchasing of that particular lot.

Sitting relaxed with his phone in his hand, the African sadist casually played with his enormous 10-inch cock that was bobbing around at half mast while he counted down the seconds towards the full minute that was soon to have elapsed.

Elsewhere in the compound, the disappointed Shareholder from Harbin who had enjoyed roasting his existing sissy in the hot sunshine of New Mexico while she was encased from head to toe in black leather, slammed down his laptop screen and stomped off to the adjoining room of his suite, grabbing a single-tailed whip along the way.  That slut he had tied up and waiting for him would pay the price for the failed attempt to buy that last piece of sissy-flesh.

Siddiq received an anonymous text message.  It was a link to the Wikipedia page for Burkina Faso.

The Egyptian smiled a toothy sadistic grin, and opened up a website advertising luxury properties in Cairo.

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In the walled compound of Tariq Hingora outside of Sukkur, Patti was doubled over a large wooden block that had been hewn and carved to support a wife’s upper body while her husband took her from behind.  It was an easy way to manage a female providing service to her man without having to get undressed as all of her garments could be hiked and pushed up over her body while she was bent over getting buggered and inseminated.

For the version in Tariq’s compound, the block had been customized since it was last used.

This was the very spot from which the Pakistani’s wife Fatima had fled after Tariq had taken her and left her to collect and sort herself before joining him at a banquet.  When she had taken the opportunity to escape and run off, the proud Hingora man had felt humiliated and disobeyed.

That would not happen again.

Patti was not only doubled over the wooden fucking block, but a leather collar connected to a thick chain and a solid iron ring now embedded in the wood was buckled around her neck.  Her ankles were similarly spread and restrained to open her cunt, but also to make it impossible for her to resist or to leave on her own.

As Tariq grunted and thrusted, Patti’s tiny body was repeatedly forced against the wooden surface of the block that had been worn smooth by years of repeated use.  Women had been mounted on this exact block of wood servicing the men of his family for decades, and now it was Patti’s turn to receive her new husband in this way.

With a final grunt and a powerful thrust of his fat sweaty body crushing Patti agains the wood, Tariq unloaded his thick semen into his new sissy and revelled in the fact she was now his to take in this way or any other for the rest of her life.  In his mind, he pictured that bitch Fatima and reached forward grabbing Patti’s head, yanking it back, and slamming it down against the hard unforgiving wood not once, but twice.  

As he yanked his deflating cock out of her cunt and wiped it on her garment Patti could hear her husband say as he left the room, “that will teach you for trying to run away from me you useless whore.”

After Tariq had gone, Patti’s Mother-in-Law and chief tormentor entered the room, and stared at the restrained sissy with a look of disgust.

Irha was a proud strong Hingora Matriarch, standing several inches taller than Patti and outweighing her by 50 lbs.  She could easily control this little sissy, but just to be safe she had the staff outside the room lock the door from their side before she released Patti from her bonds to prepare her for presentation.

As she moved in on Patti who was still prostrated before her, the older woman hissed in the ear tat she would learn to obey and respect not only her husband, but her Mother-in-Law as well…for if she didn’t the older woman would see to it that her flesh was whipped from her back until she bled to death.  She would not allow her son to be humiliated again by another woman, or even worse, by a submissive sissy she-male whore.

Irha first fitted Patti with her customized chastity belt.  It was a replica of Tariq’s erect cock, attached to a thick leather belt that cinched around her waist, and through her legs with a widened triangular pouch built in to encase her clit.  The whole think locked at the back with a brass padlock, and once fitted the slut had an exact duplicate of her husband’s thick penis embedded deep in her cunt.

It was one of two replica’s of Tariq’s manhood that would be used to complete Patti’s outfit that day.

Next came ankle restraints, buckled and locked in place and connected by a two foot chain so that the sissy would have to take small mincing steps and make it impossible for her to run away.

Unlocking the sissy’s collar at this point and standing her upright, the next thing Irha did was strip Patti naked and trap both her wrists behind her with steel handcuffs.  Leather cords were wound tightly around the bases of each of her tits, and sharp toothed clamps were snapped shut on each nipple biting painfully into the tender flesh making the slut cry out in pain.

Slapping her new daughter in the face, Irha commanded she be silent, and then told Patti that until she learned she was no longer aloud to talk of make a sound without permission, she would have to be gagged to keep her obediently quiet.  And the Dominant woman picked up a second thick latex rubber copy of her son’s erection that had been poured and mounted on a thinner leather strap complete with a brass buckle.

Irha yanked Patti’s hair snapping her neck backward and forcing her to open her cock-sucking mouth.  Swiftly the woman shove the dildo into the opening and stuffed it down Patti’s throat making her cough and gag in an attempt to expel the invader.  Irha however was top strong, and the fake cock was held fast, and the leather straps buckled tight to keep it firmly in place.  

A smug s,lie crept across Irha’s face as she looked at Patty’s throat spasming and flexing trying to either expel Tariq’s cock or to swallow it outright.  Neither of course was possible, and so the only real result of the diabolical gag was the one that was desired…Patti was completely incapable of making a sound.

“That should keep you quiet, Fatima!” Irha commanded.

Now restrained, plugged, gagged, and clamped, it was time for Patti-tuned-Fatima to be dressed.

Irha dropped a heavy black burka over Patti’s head, the shapeless shroud of cloth completely obscuring her face as it was hooded, with just a fine mesh over the eyes to allow Patti to see with limited vision.

It was not customary for Hingora women to wear the burka, but Tariq would be telling all in the clan that he had decided to have his wife wear the garment, and that she had obediently and immediately submitted to his will in this regard.

Patti’s burka however, was special, and had been custom made.  Patti’s outer layer which was light and flowy hid the existence of an inner layer that had been crafted from weighted heavy restrictive fabric.  The sissy would roast in the Pakistani heat, and suffer not only from the bonds and items affixing or imprint her body, but from the exhaustion brought on by the clothing she would be made to wear.

“You look perfect Fatima” Irha announced.  “it is time that you were displayed publicly, and forced to submit to my son so that he can show all in the clan what a compliant and obedient wife her has trained for his pleasure.  Come with me girl, and don’t dawdle.”

Irha spun on her heels and commanded the door be opened…and the pair made their way outside.  One walking proud as an important Hingora female…the other shuffling along behind as an obedient whore-wife of one of the Clan’s most ambitious men.

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Far away in West Africa, and even further away from where both of the American sissies were from…Colleen was being trained by her new owner in his mansion in Ouagadougou.  

Kgosi liked his white sluts…white.  As in pale.  Soon after arriving he had informed Colleen that she would never again felt the sun directly on her skin as he intended to keep her the palest shade possible to offset and contrast his coal black skin as he used her body.

Although the mansion had dozens of rooms, Colleen existed in only two.  In the basement of the huge house completely walled off from the rest of the domicile was the African’s pleasure cave.  It consisted of a specially designed bathroom, and an adjoining space that was used as his main playroom.

Colleen’s world now consisted of these spaces and she was harshly trained to provide her Master with whatever pleasure he decided to exact from her body.  The fact that it often resulted in screams of agony from her thoroughly abused body simply made it all the more enjoyable for Bukale…white sluts were sexiest when they begged for mercy.

The sadistic brute had Colleen strictly bound on a tiled seat built out from the bathroom wall, her body framed all around the outside by iron rings that had been embedded into the tile.  The rings started at her waist, and every two inches a ring had been tiled in forming an ascending arch that went all the way up over her head and down the other side of her body.

An inch-thick leather thong had been tied off at the bottom ring on one side, and then passed in front of the sissy to be threaded through the corresponding ring on her other side before being passed back across her belly.  The switchback nature of the bondage had continued unlit Colleen was laced impossibly tightly to the wall behind her with the cord eventually being tied off at the level of her shoulders.

Across each of her thighs, broad rubber straps held her legs fast against the horizontal tiled seat, and similar straps at her calves secured her lower legs.  Colleen could not move a muscle.

Each of her tits had been bound and wrapped in rubber strapping, turning them into constricted black torpedos pointing straight out from her chest.  Having already pieced each of her eraser-like nipples, the heavy steel rings that now decorated them hung downward and were part of the process that Kgosi told her would result in her having huge sow-teets like a fattened pregnant female pig.

What could not be seen, was the hard rubber spigot that Colleen had been mounted on when her owner made her sit in the custom designed bathroom.  It was eight inches long, surrounded by a hollowed out rubber dildo, and had an opening at the head of the cock that was half an inch in diameter.

Once the African sadist had his slut mounted and restrained, he told her that the whole set up had been to perform yet another of her stretching sessions…this time working on expanding the abilities of her guts to stretch to accommodate the insertions that her owner liked to see stuffed into her tiny body.

As he twisted the the nozzle on the wall Colleen heard him say that while the water pressure was very low…it was relentless.  She would now be filled with a punishing enema until her belly bulged outward like a that of a heavily pregnant female.  She would take gallons of water into her gut for his amusement, and just to prove how much it pleased her owner, he decided to allow her to pleasure him while she filled.

Kgosi unhooked and swung into place a leather sling-like seat that was suspended from the ceiling and hung in front of the bound slut.  Climbing into the leather hammock, all of Kgosi’s 250 lbs were supported and it was like he was weightless swinging in front of Colleen’s face.

The sissy’s mouth was perfectly aligned with her owner’s 10-inch truncheon, and after smearing it’s hungry head around on Colleen’s pillow-like dick-slurpers for a minute or two he pushed it home into her mouth and throat reducing her protests to both the enema and the forced blow Joe to mewling, gurgling, suckling sounds as he worked her throat like a sleeve for his penis.

Below the suspended man, Colleen’s belly was growing bigger and bigger, bulging out against the tight leather cord which pushed back and increased the already massive amount of internal pressure.

As the captive sissy-whore endured wave after wave of abdominal cramping, the groans they elicited caused Kgosi’s thick black snake to get even harder, and punish Colleen’s tender throat even more harshly.

By the time Colleen was fully extended…grotesquely bloated from the continuous filling of her belly with warm water from the spigot buried up her ass, Kgosi was not only floating in a leather sling-seat but floating on a sex-induced haze of pleasure and ecstasy.

The black man was now stroking in and out of his slut’s mouth with copious amounts of drool caking her face and his crotch.  Kgosi’s dick was slicked with Colleen’s throat slime and her face was being mashed by each inward stroke as the back of her head was painfully slammed against the tile wall.

When the African beast finally climaxed he roared like a lion and flooded Colleen’s mouth with an enormous load of ivory colored spunk.  She gulped and noisily swallowed down the offering as he continued to feed her belch after belch of man seed to consume.  By the time eight volleys of ejaculate had spray-coated the inside of her mouth and throat the big man exhaled with relaxation and removed himself from her gullet.

Dismounting the sling, Kgosi took his time shutting off the valve that was turning Colleen into a  human water balloon, standing back in awe of how his slut looked.  Fastened to the wall, immobile, with the leather cord biting into her belly causing striped lines where it held back the relentless bugle of her pregnant abdomen.

Undoing the knot at the low end of the bondage cord, Kgosi unthreaded the portion across Colleen’s stomach and allowed it to loosen as her gut surged forward at the reduction in tension.  He tied if off again instead of continuing to release her, and decreed that in order to get full benefit from the stretch, she would need to remain inflated for another few hours.

Colleen cried the latest flood of tears in many that had burst from her eyes since arriving in Kgosi’s mansion.  A sight that never got old as far as the African was concerned.

Squiring in intense pain, Colleen heard her owner advise that he thought that maybe five hours, perhaps six, would be enough to distend that tight white body enough to allow him to take even greater pleasure from it at their next session.

“I do not wish for you to get cold though my little whore.  So I will make he room nice and warm for you as I allow you to sit there and reflect on how you can be once a better slut for me in the days to come.”

With that, Kgosi jacked up the heat in the bathroom and proceeded to have a nice warm shower.  By the time he was dressed and ready to return to the living quarters in his house to have an evening meal with his beautiful regal wife…the thirty degrees centigrade that had been set on the thermostat had nearly been reached.

Kgosi would spend several hours enjoying time with his wife and family, while deep below him in the basement of the mansion, a feminized white  sissy-whore bought and paid for in a flat out slavery auction of old, was sweating, suffering, stretching, and squirming all for his amusement, and all at his command as owner and Master of her lily-white she-male body.

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“Ah!”  Tariq announced, “welcome Mother…and I see you have brought my dear wife Fatima with you to join our gathering.”

Assembled around an outdoor fire pit were seven Hingora men, sitting smoking pipes and chatting about business ventures that the clan had operating at the time.  No other wives were present, and Irha took the opportunity to say that they would leave the men to their business.

Just as they had scripted it, Tariq wished his mother well but bade his wife to remain behind.

“Tariq it seems to me we have not seen your dear Fatima in many weeks now…and here she is dressed as i have never seen her before.  What has brought about this change?”  The question had been posed by one of Tariq’s paternal uncles, and the Pakistani Shareholder had known that all he needed to do was present Patti in this was as Fatima, and someone was bound to ask the question.

“Uncle”. Tariq replied.  “It dawned on me that no longer did I wish for my wife to be seen by other men, nor did I wish for her to be heard, and so she has been ordered to wear the burka at all times from now on, and that she is never again to speak in public unless I have permitted it.  Is that not true, wife?” Tariq asked, looking directly at Patti who could barely seen her Master-husband through the perforations in her punishing garment.

Patti nodded her assent, unable to speak even if she wanted to as most of her attention was focused on not choking to death with the latex rubber and its pungent taste dilating and blocking off her windpipe at the same time.

“Come, Fatima” Tariq said… “kneel here in the dirt between my legs.  And once you are on your knees place your face in the dirt and leave it there until I order otherwise.  Do it now.”

Positioned just as she had been ordered, Patti had minced forward, carefully descended to her knees which was not easy with her throat full and her hands cuffed behind her back, and then she doubled over face down to the dusty ground.  She felt Tariq place one of his size 12 sandals on the back of her neck, grinding her face into the dirt while he chatted with the other men.

It was not lost at anyone in the gathering that Fatima who had always seemed a bit willful to many of them, had clearly been brought to heel by her husband who now had total control over her.  It impressed many of the men, and they could not take their eyes off of their friend and relative forcing his wife to taste the dirt under his feet as he enjoyed his pipe.

For an hour they sat this way until Tariq allowed Patti to kneel upright, and gave her more instructions in front of the other men.  Go back inside Fatima, and position yourself naked on our bed on your hands and knees.  I want you ready to receive me when I arrive to take you from behind like the filthy slut animal that you are.  Make sure that you are ready, my cock will need to sink all the way into you as soon as i arrive and I expect it to be pleasurable.  Disobey or displeasure me and you will be whipped.

All of the men were a bit high on the mild narcotic they had been smoking, and at hearing the words of their clansman each of them felt their cocks stiffen in their robes.  After another fifteen minutes Tariq stood up, his huge erection causing an obscene tenting of his garment between his legs.

The other men laughed and slapped each other’s shoulders, saying that Fatima was in for quite a ride when her husband arrived.  Grabbing hold of his cock through the fabric, the Pakistani told his compatriots that maybe he would leave the window open so that they could hear his wife’s moans of obedient passion as she was impregnated like a dutiful wife should be and needed to be by her husband.

“Instead” he announced, “I think all of you should return to your houses and show your wives what it means to be the female of a Hingora man!”

Tariq smiled as he made his way inside to rape the shit out of Patti’s cunt knowing that because of him…and because of her…six other women in the clan were going to have their pushes plundered and owners by their dominant husbands that night.

An hour later, Tariq was inseminating Patti with his second load of the night as lay squashed underneath his fat sweaty body with his priori buried inside of her.  As the snoring started, Patti knew she would be spending another night trapped under her husband’s bulk…struggling to breathe and he relaxed on top and inside of her.

Each erection that Tariq had that night grew and lengthened inside of Patti’s distended cunt, and in a semi-asleep state her domineering husband moved and flexed his hips until he released his cum.  Dreaming sometimes of making love to Fatima, and some times of raping her, the sissy-whore surrogate purchased in New Mexico was Turing out to be one of the best things Tariq had ever bought.

Not sure if I will continue this one…but it was fun to bring Patti and Colleen’s lives together and merge my other two stories into one.  Hope you liked it.