Felatio: The worlds first non-consensual super heroine (very short story)

Tim Radmison looked at the papers in front of him, and at the suits sitting across the desk. He picked up the pen to sign, but hesitated.

"Tell me again why I can't have my lawyer look over these documents?" He asked.

The suits just stared at him, their eyes hidden by sunglasses. "Mr Radmison, there are at least twenty inmates behind you just hoping for the chance to sign this document. If you don't sign right now, we'll send you back to your cell, and get one of them."

"Ok ok, I'll sign, but just so I understand. This contract says that you are going to turn me into a super hero using an exo-skeleton suit that is totally non invasive. The suit will help me to fight against crime. Once I stop a certain number of crimes I get to go free, and the suit will be removed with no permanent side effects to myself."

Rather than answering, the suits looked at each other, got up from their chars and one of them reached for the document in front of Tim.

"No!" Tim snatched the paper, and quickly signed it before they could remove it.

For the first time, both of the agents broke character, and smiled. "Well done Tim. You're going to make a great Felatio."

"A great what!? Felatio, is that some kind of joke?"

"No Tim, Felatio is your super heroine name."

"Heroine? What are you guys getting on about? I'm a man, that'd make me a hero. You said the suit wasn't going to change me in any way."

As they talked three huge orderlies came into the room and grabbed Tim. One of them injected him with a syringe.

"Correct, the suit will not change you. The breast augmentation and other changes will be made surgically and separately from the suit."

Tim kicked out and screamed, but soon his limbs and neck went limp.

Over the next few months, he was altered to become a shapely buxom female. Since in his crimes, he had taken particular advantage of the African american population in several cities, it was decided that he'd receive a pink Afro, and would be set to work policing the low income areas. Whit his unwilling help, he would apprehend violent criminals who are active in his are, then the exo-suit would force him to give the criminal a special blowjob. Due to certain chemical injected into his salivary glands, the blowjob would cause the criminal to feel euphoric and non-voilent for up to one month.

In this way, Tim Radmison would be able to pay for his crimes, and make the streets of some of the more dangerous areas of the city safer. Unfortunately for Tim, what he didn't know is that the duration of his new assignment would last until he had thwarted a number of crimes equal to every dollar he had wrongfully gotten. This would ensure that his sentence as Felatio would be much longer than his actual prison sentence would have been.

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Birth of a Mad Scientist (very short story)

"What are we going to do Rebecca? If we don't have a winner on the float in the parade, people will know that the pageant doesn't even exist and we'll loose our funding."

"I know, stop pressuring me, I'll come up with something just calm down. Come back tomorrow and I'll tell you what I decided to do."

"Tomorrow!? The parade is tomorrow."

"I said I know. Trust me, have I ever let us down?"

"Well no, but-" Ring ring. "Hello..."

Rebecca walked away while her assistant Evelyn talked on the phone. So far in her life Rebecca had always had a great ability to come up with creative solutions to problems, especially when she was willing to be... morally flexible. Nothing was coming to her though. She didn't know anyone she could birbe to pretend to be the fake beauty queen, and she and Evelyn would need to be seen at the parade, so they were both out. What to do?

"Oh my god, that asshole. Let him rot in jail, I'm not bailing him out!" Evelyn screamed from across the room snapping Rebecca out of her thoughts.

"What's that about?

"My asshole brother in law. He's in jail for beating up someone. He goes out with his friends and picks fights with anyone he thinks is gay to impress his old high school football buddies."

Rebecca began to smile.

"Wait, is it Warren?"

"Yes"

"I've met him. He is an asshole. You know..."

Evelyn could tell by the way she was staring off into space, Rebecca was forming an idea. She knew better than to interrupt her trains of thought. They were always brilliant.

"Oh, that will be perfect. Hah! I love it!" Rebecca said.

"What is it? What's your idea?"

Rebecca fished through a drawer and came out with a small vial of clear liquid. "Go bail him out. On your way there, buy him some water and pour this into it. Make sure he drinks it."

"Ok, are you going to explain?"

"It's better just to show you. I've got something almost ready I've been working on. I was planning to use it on this tough bitch at the gym who hates being feminine, but I think using it on Warren will be even more fun, and it'll solve our problem. I'll need a few hours to get it ready, but it should be done by the time you get back."

***

Four hours later when Evelyn pulled her car back into the warehouse, Warren was asleep in the passenger seat and Rebecca was fiddling with some kind of mannequin on the parade float.

Immediately Evelyn could see what Rebecca's plan was.

Rebecca jumped down, and made a proud ta da gesture toward the thing standing on the float. It was a mannequin standing on the float in a flamboyant beauty queen dress. There was a huge bouffant wig, and a very realistic looking mask with the eyes cut out

"It's totally self contained, and it will keep him in place. He'll basically be trapped inside the outfit and won't be able to get out or move much. No one will see his face, and you can't see it from here, but there's a little punitive measure under the dress." Rebecca explained.

"But what's going to keep him from going straight to the cops? or telling everyone?"

"Are you kidding? You think Warren the notorious bigot and homophobe is going to go up to anyone and say 'Hey, guess what. Remember the big breasted beauty queen in the parade? That was me!' No, he's going to want to keep this quieter than even we do."

"Ok, I'm with you I think it might work. It's worth a try at least, but what's this punitive measure? You're not going to kill or disfigure him are you?" Evelyn asked

Rebecca couldn't contain her smile. "Cmon, help me get him into the outfit and you'll see."

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The Candle and the Book Club (very short story)

Seth writhed in ecstasy as his cock throbbed and emptied his balls into his fluffy pink petticoat. It was so intense that for a moment he forgot the entire world around him, and even where and what his situation was. He lay on the ground with his cheek on the floor, and closed his eyes just letting his head swim in the delicious afterglow.

However, the smell of smoke made him come back to reality in a few moments, and he opened his eyes almost as if waking up. The smoke was coming from a candle he had lit, and which was sitting just a couple of feet away from him. What he noticed most is that the vibrator he had strapped onto his cock was still buzzing happily away even though his penis didn’t like the sensation anymore. He wanted to take it off, but couldn’t.

Speaking of wanting to take things off, he was dressed in the most sissifying outfit he owned. He had on a blonde wig, makeup, a short pink dress and pink nylon stockings. It had been sexy to him a few moments ago before he’d had his precious orgasm, but now everything had changed. It was like he wasn’t even the same person. Now, he couldn’t stand this outfit and wanted to take it off very badly, but he couldn’t take it off either.

 He looked down at his wrists and ankles, and saw that they were still bolted to the floor with metal restraints. He remembered snapping them onto himself just a few minutes ago and getting a feeling of ecstasy as he heard the latches catch, and knew that now it was too late. The situation he’d set up for himself was going to play out whether he wanted it or not. The restraints were electronic, and would not release themselves for another thirty minutes.

This was a problem in and of itself because he desperately wanted to get out of the humiliating sissy outfit and the vibrator was becoming sheer torture to his cock now. These were secondary problems though. His mind wandered back to the smell of smoke. It was from a candle burning, but it wasn’t just burning itself. The candle was strategically placed under a rope that was holding back another strategically placed item.

Seth had rigged up a big purple corkscrew dildo attached to a ten pound weight like a pendulum. Were the pendulum allowed to swing free, the arc would slam the over-sized dildo directly into his unprepared ass. Currently the only thing keeping the pendulum from swinging free was a rope: A rope that was at this moment being burned through by a candle. He had tested it, and the rope should take no more than ten minutes to burn through. He had already wasted about five minutes getting into place and having his orgasm.

Now, the giant dildo would be ramming its way into his ass any minute and he thanked his lucky stars that he’d remembered to lube it up very thoroughly.

Even the predicament of the dildo was not his main concern though. Seth had told his ex-girlfriend that she could host her book club for this month at his house. He had carefully planned this self-bondage scenario so that his shackles would not release until two minutes after the women were scheduled to start arriving. He had left the door open a crack with a note that said “Don’t bother knocking, just come on in ladies!”

Now lying here, he hoped beyond hope that the ladies would be tardy as he often knew his ex-girlfriend to be. He heard the rope start to snap and crackle. It would be any moment now, but the sound that terrified him most of all was the sound of his front door squeaking open.

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Rolf the misogynist (very short story)

Rolf flexed his magnificent muscles that glistened under the stage lights, confidently knowing he would win the contest. He turned his back to the judges, clenching his vice like buttocks and tensing his broad back into a sheet of rippled steel. He arrogantly looked over his shoulder at the only female judge and smiled at her like a wolf.

The other contestants were smaller than him. Inferior. She was a woman and inferior. This contest was his, SHE was his. It was all coming together. Soon everyone would recognize what he had always known. Rolf had the best body in the region, possibly the world. Rolf was the best.

***

The end was approaching; he stood with his head high, like a king surveying his subjects in the audience. The results were read by the female judge. He didn’t win. Wait, what? He didn’t win? Impossible. He looked at the judges. Surely both men were on his side. It must have been the bitch. He glared at her, and mouthed the word “cunt” hoping she could read his lips.

When all the contestants left the stage to make room for the female competition, Rolf waited in the wings, and watched to see where the judge went. He followed her, and when she was alone grabbed her by the shoulder. “Bitch!” He screamed at her face. He wasn’t afraid anyone could hear him over the blasting music in the auditorium. “Whore! How dare you rob me?”

“That contest was mine! You ruined it for me, and now you have to fix it or I’ll… Well, you don’t want to know what I’ll do to you. I want to do it again. This time you’ll judge me fairly.”

She looked startled and confused for a moment. “Are you saying you want to compete again?”

“Yes bitch, that’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“Well, I’m afraid the male competition is over. The Women are competing now.”

“I don’t give a fuck about that, you make it happen. I want to compete again, right now!” He was screaming so loud the people in the auditorium could probably hear.

Calmly, quietly she replied. “You know what Rolf. It’s your lucky day. I just happen to be someone who can give you what you want. You can compete again, right now. In fact, I’ll send you up on stage this moment. Just remember, you asked for this.”

With a flash of light, Rolf disappeared from the wing of the auditorium, and reappeared on stage. The music was blasting; the lights and all eyes were on him. He looked down at the thousands of people and saw his body. Something was wrong. Very wrong…

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