Ed and Tyrone are two androgynous boy rockers on tour with their band when their van breaks down in rural Illinois. It turns out there's a wealthy, powerful landowner who runs a stable of trans prostitutes, many of them abducted and force-transitioned and eventually seduced by incredible sexual pleasure and drugs into their new lives as trans whores. Ty and Ed have long had hidden sexual fantasies about each other, and now they have no choice but to live them out as Denisha and Lacy...

We begin this story after their other bandmate, Seth, is shot trying to escape when the abduction takes place on the edge of a vast cornfield.

The sheriff didn’t even bother to look toward where Seth groaned in pain in the field. He nodded at Hawser, who marched into the corn with his .44 magnum drawn. Seconds later, a loud bang ended our buddy’s dying cries. Ty looked at each other in horror.

“You’re all crazy if you think you can get away with this,” I blurted.

Carter holstered his sidearm and ambled over. He lightly pinched my cheek like a girl’s. “Honey, you have no idea where you are, and nobody you know does either. So pay attention, follow orders, and maybe we need to dig only one grave.”

I got to my knees in front of Ty, like I had dozens of times in climax fantasies. I was fascinated by his flaccid cock swelling and starting to rise. Was he turned on by the idea of me blowing him? I took it between my fingers, felt it pulsing in my hand. I opened my mouth.

“We can do all that later,” Pendrake said. “Let’s clean all this up.” He turned to the sheriff. “Luther, I was in such a hurry I forgot my cuffs.

Ty and I were handcuffed together, nude, atop a smooth sheet of plywood in the back of a pickup truck and drove into the overly-warm night. We quietly speculated what they wanted from us. I guessed it might be for ransom but then Ty pointed out we’d witnessed a murder.

“They can’t let us go,” he whispered loudly. He looked at me grimly. “I can barely believe I’m saying this, but I think they want us as slaves.”

“Slaves to do what? Cook and clean and shit?”

“Maybe that too, but I think it’s a sex thing. The blowjob?”

I was embarrassed to do it in front of him, but I began to cry. “This can’t be happening.”

Ty put his free arm around me and hugged me tightly to his body. Instantly I felt better. My heart melted at feeling so close to him.

After maybe fifteen minutes of decreasingly bumpy roads to fresh asphalt, we pulled into the front yard of a huge farmhouse that looked more like it belonged in Beverly Hills. There were thousands of acres of corn and wheat all around it, but I couldn’t believe it was only crops that paid for this place. I began to think Ty was right.

The truck’s tailgate dropped with a bang. Pendrake stood there with a studmuffin who looked a lot like him, his son probably. They both held cattleprods. And they both looked at us like we were dessert. The son set down the prod and produced a handcuff key.

“Now pay attention, girls,” the father said as the son unhooked us. “We’d prefer not to kill either of you, but we will if you force us to. Just know there are many, many punishments we can inflict if you fail to do whatever we say or if you try to escape.”

“So y’all just be good girls and we’ll all get along fine. So let’s go,” the son said. He smiled warmly as he helped us off the pickup bed.

“Excuse me, sir,” Ty said. “Could we please get some clothes?”

“We’re pretty informal around here, honey,” the son said. “I’m Ricky. My dad here is Arthur. ‘Art’ is just fine. You’ll get everything you need inside.”

With his right hand casually grasping the cattleprod and his left firmly on the small of my back, he guided me over a huge grassy lawn to a gate on the far right side of the main house. I looked back and saw Art was leading Ty by the hand. We both went docilely.

The took us to a large wing attached to the house via a large, windowless atrium. The wing’s window was barred—ornately—but still designed to keep anyone from getting in—or out. They took us to a big door that used a thumbprint scanner to unlock the door. There was no easy way out of this place.

From the foyer to the living room, the wing was luxurious in every regard: furniture, décor and the thick shag carpet. They brought us into a thousand-square-foot living room filled with sofas, loveseats, a huge dining table and big plasma TVs at both ends.

What stole my breath and made Ty gasp was the fifteen girls who lounged in a semi-circle of couches and seat. All of them were pornstar sexy, mostly big-breasted. Two thirds of them were white. There were Latinas, Blacks and one Asian. And most of them were on the tall side, like Ty and me. Which led me to look at their bulging panties.

“Th-they’re all b-boys,” I blabbed.

“They were,” Art grinned. “What we have here is Artie’s Country Girls, the finest collection of shemales or ladyboys or whatever you want to call them.  Fifteen of ‘em. You and your friend make seventeen.”

“What if we don’t want to be shemales?” I whined.

“Well, we could always dig two more graves.”

I let loose a sob. That was when the oldest of them got up and came over. She was well into her thirties and with her DD tits she looked like the ultimate MILF, save for the monster in her French-cut bikinis.

“Let me get ‘em settled in, boss,” she said with a girly, Texas twang..

“I leave it to you, girl. Don’t dally with the initiation. Get the girls scheduled for cam back in the rooms. Same for the incalls.”

“Way ahead of you, Art,” she simpered. She bent in for a kiss and he grabbed her ass and kissed her hard. “See you and the missus, later.”

She took our hands and led us to a loveseat that seemed to be at the head of the circle. She introduced all the girls by name, none of which I was in any mindset to remember, then she introduced herself.

“I’m Rowena. I was the first here. I was always trans. One night I was visiting Art and his wife. I was a prostitute and they were clients. Anyway, I got a wild, drunken hair up my tail, stole Art’s $100,000 Maserati and totaled it.”

“Jesus Christ,” I breathed.

“I know, baby. Anyway I was facing felony auto theft plus the cost of the car. So I moved into the old place and they became my pimps. By the time the car was paid off, I didn’t want to leave. By then there were nine of us. Most of us got shanghaied off the road, like I expect you two were or were facing long prison sentences. The sheriff, the judge, most everybody in the surrounding towns are in on it.”

“You’re all prisoners here?”

Rowena smiled gently. “Gals, show our new sisters. Raise your hand if you could go if you wanted to.”

All but four—the ones with smallish tits—raised their hands.

“Most of the others only been here a few months, or they’re just hard-headed.” She winked at the dissenters. “I know for damn sure they all love the sex. They’ll surrender eventually.”

“You called us ‘sisters’ just now?” Ty asked.

“You seem like best buddies. Are you?”

“For years,” I replied.

“And in all that time. Did you ever jack off together? Touch each other? Fantasize about each other?”

I couldn’t look at him, I was blushing so deeply.

Rowena chuckled kindly. “I’d say that’s two yeses. And I bet the only thing stopping you from really getting into it is what everybody would think. Am I right?”

“I can’t help what most people think. Going against that?”

“Oh, but even straight boys love lesbians, right? What’s your name?”

“Edge—Ed,” I mumbled. “Sure, I love lesbians.”

“So if you and your friend were girls—trans girls—then you could make love to each other. I bet you’ve both seen a lot of tranny porn. Turned you on, didn’t it? Just imagine you and your friend as a pair of hot shemales, making out, sucking each other’s big, hard clits…”

I felt myself getting fully erect. It was embarrassing that everyone could see what she said was turning me on, but when I thought of Ty knowing those fantasies… I had to see his reaction. I was blown away to see his brown ten-inches doing push-ups in the air. For an instant I wanted to fall to my knees and take him in my mouth.

One of the most beautiful of them, a black trans girl about my age stood up. She was named Gardenia. Her perfect, mahogany skin and epic breasts contrasted with the sheer, white babydoll nightie and white leather heels. “What she’s saying is that you have to become sissies or trans girls. The boss is fully serious about digging two more graves.”

“Unless we become like you,” I said in a daze.

“And work for him like we do,” Rowena said. “Go to her, sister.”

Gardenia slowly glided toward me: a masturbatory fantasy in ebony and see-thru nylon. I was so mesmerized by the sight of her, what we’d just been told didn’t fully hit me. When she stood facing me, she stepped out of her panties and stroked herself to a full nine, slender inches. “I’m to be your trans-mother, to help you adjust and answer your questions, and lead you on your journey to being a girl.”

“Show Gardenia your appreciation,” Rowena coaxed. “Polly, you’re with her friend.”

I instantly knew I was meant to suck her cock, and I went gladly to my knees. As I prepared to take her into my mouth, I saw a blonde white girl in sheer cutoffs approach Ty, who was just as much in shock. Before I could open my mouth, Gardenia stopped me.

“What’s the sexiest name you can think of for a girl?”

“Angelina.”

“Try again,” called one of the Latina trans girls.

“How about… ‘Lacy,’ maybe?” I ventured.

“Perfect. Your new name is Lacy. Now go ahead,” Rowena said.

I took Gardenia’s hot, silky, brown cockflesh in hand. It was so perfect, lightly-veined with a fat brownish-purple dribbling precum. Her eyes were so kind as they looked down, encouraging me. My heart raced with the thrill of wanting this, wanting to kiss her and drink her cum, and for her to fuck me like a bitch and shoot her load inside me.

She must have seen all that in my eyes, because she knelt and pressed her soft, generous lips to mine. We kissed so passionately, this sexy black shemale and I, wrapping our arms in a tight embrace that crushed her big breasts to me. In that lusty instant, I wanted my own breasts!

She broke the kiss and stood. “Take Mama in your mouth, baby.”

While I kissed Gardenia’s plump cockhead, I heard Ty accept his new name, Denisha, from his new mentor, Polly. My buddy didn’t hesitate to slurp in her white cock. It spurred my own horniness. I opened wide and took the brown girl-cock into my mouth.

All the times I’d fantasized of giving Ty a blowjob, I never imagined how a cock in my mouth would feel or taste. I was thrilled by the feel of the hot, velvety head resting on my tongue, and the salty-sweet dribble of precum filled my senses with lust. I sucked feverishly.

“Slow down, babygirl,” Gardenia chuckled. “It’s not going away. It’s an all-day, all-night sucker, and you’re going to learn so much from it.”

“How’s Denisha doing?” Rowena asked.

“She’s a natural,” Polly gushed. “I think this girl has sucked dick more than once. Maybe yours, Lacy?” She giggled. “Don’t be afraid to tell the truth. You’re among sisters here!”

Sisters. Me, Lacy. Ty, Denisha. I’m a she, and I have a dick in my mouth, and I never want to stop sucking it…

“Mmmm-mmm,” I muttered around Gardenia’s pulsing tool. I didn’t want to let her dick go anywhere but in deeper.

“Don’t you worry, girl,” Polly said. “You and your new sister will get plenty of each other, you can bet your sweet sissy asses on that.”

“I think they should sixty-nine right now. Right, girls?” Rowena said.

That was how I ended up on my knees, in a tight embrace and a deep French kiss with my best friend ever. His eagerness to do it suggested that I wasn’t the only one who had those fantasies. Our lips pressed hard together, mouths open, sucking on each other’s tongue as we panted excitedly through our nostrils.

I could have had this with him all this time!

“Oh, Ty!” I gasped.

“No!” Rowena snapped. “Say her name. Tell her how you feel.”

“I love you, Denisha. I always have!”

“I love you too, Lacy! I’ve dreamed of this!”

“You mighta been kidnapped, but it’s working out for you,” Rowena said. “So you just suck those clitties like the sissy lesbos you are.”

We lay on our sides, face-to-crotch. I looked into his eyes and saw my desire mirrored. My beautiful black friend wanted us to make love as much as I did! His throbbing brown tool, leaking precum, proved it. He sighed as I stroked his big, smooth ass.

I groaned as the hot cavern of his mouth closed over the head of my cock, his tongue thoroughly bathing it as he took it deeper. My best fantasy of this couldn’t come close to this feeling!  I moaned his new girlname and sucked him right into my mouth.

For a minute we both mewled and whimpered with lust and we blew each other for the first time, but with an abandon like we did this all the time. I’d tasted my own cum before and I wondered what his would taste like. I figured it would be the best flavor in the world.

“Okay, that’s enough, girls,” Rowena ordered. “Y’all can cum in your mouths later. Time for your initiation.”

The girls rolled out two bondage devices side by side. We lay flat on our tummy, mouth and ass at fucking-level, tightly secured to this sawhorse-like furniture with leather cuffs. We couldn’t move an inch. Whatever was done to us, we had to take it.

“C’mon, we have clients and cams to get back to,” Rowena griped. “Somebody—Polly—get me a coco-puff and the spray.” She knelt by our heads and explained. “Got to get your mouth prepped for fucking.”

We shared a cocaine-laced cigarette and then she blasted a cocaine spray into the back of our throat, explaining it would help kill the gag reflex enough to take on all the girls. “We’ll teach you proper deep throat later on. This’ll get you through what every girl here has gone through.”

Gardenia and Polly were first to our mouths. While they teased our lips with their cocks, Rowena and another girl pumped a half-ounce of silky sex lube deep up our asses, then worked it in deeply with their fingers. I had toyed my ass with a finger before, but nothing like what they were doing back there. My cock got so hard it almost hurt!

When Gardenia plowed her dick into my mouth it wasn’t gentle or loving. Starting at a medium depth she fucked my mouth like it was a pussy, working deeper until she hit the back of my throat. Despite the cocaine freeze I started to gag. Gardenia felt it and paused.

“Angle your chin up and stick your tongue forward. Breathe when I pull out. And relax,” she cooed, stroking my cheek. “The coke will take care of the rest. You’ll learn soon: cocksucking is your main job.”

She picked up when she left off, fucking my face deeper. I followed her instructions and it got better, even when I felt her fat cockhead going into my throat. Thick, sticky saliva began to pour out. And I knew then my mouth was now a hole to give pleasure.

From the corner of my vision, I saw Ty getting face-fucked too. His whimpers of lust turned me on. He sounded like a horny girl giving the blowjob of her life. I was so proud of him.

“Next!” Rowena called out.

Our mentors withdrew their cocks and went around behind us. I shivered as Gardenia’s firm, brown hands massaged my asscheeks before she parted them and pressed her bulbous tool into my asshole.

“Here comes Mama, Lacy,” she husked.

She slowly, steadily pushed her long tranny tool deep into my anal flesh, sending shocks of pleasure deep into my groin. My rectal walls clung to her—the prickly, naughty friction of my ass filled with her dick. While I surrendered to the wicked feeling of her invading meat, a tiny part of me marveled this was the first cock I’d even taken up my butt.

I wish it was Ty fucking me like this!

It intensely turned me on to hear Ty moaning and gasping as Polly fucked him. I opened my mouth to again tell him I loved him when one the other girls, a big-titted, tall girl with a southern accent—Rae—put her cock on my lips. Of course I sucked it in.

My buddy and I were now locked into a rhythm of being ass-fucked and mouth fucked at the same time. My next deep throat was a lot easier, and I let myself go in my towering lust. Never had I been so horny or excited. Never had my cock and balls ached like this. When I thought it couldn’t possibly get any better, Gardenia shot her load up my ass.

Over the next fifteen minutes I’d taken half of the girls in my mouth and then my ass, and Ty had taken on the others, save for Rowena, who directed our gangbang. When the last girls had cum up inside us, all of them stood in a semicircle in front of us, grinning.

“You new girls are going to fit in just fine,” Rowena said. She clapped her hands. “Those of you schedule for cam, you have five minutes to get ready. Those with clients, they’re waiting for you.”

Rowena kept up a pleasant chat as she uncuffed us from bondage. She explained that all the girls, her included, made money as prostitutes and by performing on sex webcam chats in rooms that had been set up for special themes, both solo and trans lesbian performances.

“You’ll be doing that soon, darlings,” she said. “Tomorrow begins your transformation and training. Right now we’re getting you girls your supper and then to the dormitory. You’ve had a long day!”

Ty and I lay together, naked on the same bunk. Only two other girls were sleeping in the dorm. The other girls were having sex with clients or performing on webcam.  The large room contained ten bunks: twenty beds, large singles, in all. The beds seemed to be designed to allow two to sleep together without being cramped.

I was grateful for the privacy. We held each other closely, our earlier lust had dissipated in the enormity of what had happened to us. Seth was dead, murdered in front of us, and we were now sex slaves. If half of what Art said was true, escape would likely fail and the consequences likely would be a grave next to our bass-player.

Just as worrisome was knowing they would transition us whether we wanted it or not. Perhaps the fantasy of being a shemale or whatever had been exciting in the giddy abandon of that gangbang, but not now. Being turned on by trans porn didn’t mean I wanted to be one!

I quietly confessed all that to Ty, whose only reply was to hold me closer. Why didn’t he say something? Where was his outrage or dismay? What I really hoped was he had a plan to get us away from here. After a long minute of silence, I pressed him to say something.

He lifted his head away from where it had nestled into my shoulder and looked at me unhappily. “What do you want me to say? How terrible it all is? How unfair? Cry? I don’t want to talk about what happened on the road. My head replaying it is bad enough. I don’t dig the idea of being any kind of slave, but it could be far worse.”

“I hear what you’re saying. But I’m freaking out they’re going to try to turn us into a couple of sissies! I mean who wants that?”

He started to answer and changed his mind. Suddenly he asked, “Did you mean what you said about me down there? You love me?”

I immediately got flustered. “You’re my best friend ever, bro. Of course I love you. Why not? I mean…” I knew damn well what he was asking, but despite how deeply I’d kissed him and eagerly gave him a blowjob, I couldn’t admit it.

He exhaled wearily. “I’ll let you off the hook. I’ve had fantasies of doing everything we did down there. For years, Eddie.” He brought his face close to mine. “I’m always a trans girl in those fantasies. Sometimes you are too. Down there with you was a dream come true.” He kissed me lightly and I let him. “So don’t be ashamed if you have them too.”

Tears filled my eyes. “I don’t know why I jerk off to that but I have. And yeah, I loved everything we did down there.” I let loose a sob. “I’m not gay, man. It’s… I’m so confused.”

“If I’m a girl inside it isn’t gay, hon. What just happened proved to me I’m a girl. I’ve wanted to transition for a long time but I was afraid to. I thought maybe having a trans girlfriend might be enough, but it wasn’t. Remember Danielle?”

“No way! Really?” She’d been his girl friend for over a year.

“She broke up with me because I was so envious of her but I didn’t have the guts to do it. Now I don’t have a choice. I have to be Denisha. I hate all the terrible shit that’s happened, but at least I get to be me for the first time.” He kissed me again. “You’ve had a girlfriend all this time and didn’t know it, Ed.”

Hearing him—her?—say that made me feel so much better. However it also brought up a scary fact I didn’t want to face: I shot my load three times when I was getting fucked. And I loved sucking all that cock.

“Do you want me to call you ‘Denisha’ and ‘she’ and stuff?”

“I think you’d get in trouble if you didn’t. But even then yes, I want it. I hate where we are but I’m glad I’m going to get to be me.” He must have seen my conflict. “You’re tripping because you liked it too.”

I clung to her while fat tears fell. “I’m so fucked up, Denisha.”

“No you’re not, baby. You’re bisexual, like a lot of people. And you were raised in a culture of macho where you’re not supposed to be. Look, we don’t have a say in what they’ll to do to us. Let’s just learn to enjoy it. Most important, we have us!”

“I love you, Denisha,” I moaned and held her for dear life.

It's only a first draft, but eventually to be published as a mini-novella.