This post of Jackie of the Jungle is part 1 of a digested novella about a cute reporter named Jack, one with hidden trans feelings, and who is kidnapped in a Venezuelan jungle. Forced-transitioned into a shemale sex slave, she has little choice but to fully embrace her deep desires as a bisexual trans woman, and who comes to love her slavery, and the men, women and trans she serves.

It’s Antro Nocturno, “Dive Night”, here in this big nightclub by the Venezuelan oil fields. On Friday, it’s Club Viernes—very classy with a food, drink, music and la discoteca—until midnight comes and the respectable couples leave. Then the sexy fun begins. On Antro night, the action starts early and goes until dawn breaks. I am the star here.

I was Jack Coe, twenty-four-year-old stringer for the wire services. Now I am a big-titted slut—an owned sex object—named Jacqueline. I will never forget how I got here… and how I came to love it.

It began when I confronted Senator Luis Duran of Texas in an interview in his office. He espoused “family values” by day; at night he fucked cute guys silly and paid for their silence.

“I have a source who’s going to out you,” I told him.

“Your source won’t hold up,” Duran replied.

I pulled out a portable recorder, switched it off, set it on his desk and asked, “Off the record. And no judgment, just tell me the truth.”

“Hell yes. I love cute young guys, especially androgynous ones.” The handsome Latino grinned at me. “Like you: slender body with a pretty face... I’d fuck you all night long… honey.”

I blushed. Every hair tingled. For a split second I imagined myself in his strong arms as he—what the fuck?! Where did that come from?

“That kind of talk won’t make me back off,” I shot back.

“I leveled with you so you’ll trust me. How about a trade? An exclusive?” He shook his head. “No. You wouldn’t be interested. Too risky for a boy like you.”

“I’ll ignore that dig about my manhood. Tell me what it is.”

He explained of an upcoming “operation” in South America that sounded like CIA. He could get me embedded as a reporter into a unit bringing munitions to anti-socialist rebels bent on installing a capitalist government.

“One friendly to the good ol’ US of A,” he concluded. “So, you get the exclusive—but no names or pictures of the American team. Write a good story, maybe win a Pulitzer.”

Truthfully, he had me at “exclusive.”

A week later I met the CIA team: hard muscles and the banter of football jocks. Everyone spoke fluent Spanish including me. Passports and IDs were collected as we boarded a helicopter for the jungle just south of Venezuela’s oil region.

The drop in the jungle went cleanly. Then off into the jungle we marched. I stayed in the back of the loose column with Juan, the rebel liaison to the CIA. Like me, he was also diminutive and intelligent. And while I was cute for a guy, Juan was almost feminine.

“You’re a good Catholic, Juan?” I quietly asked about his crucifix.

“Very much, Senor Coe,” he said in a silky whisper.

“Shut the fuck up,” a nearby soldier hissed.

I made a “oops” face at Juan, smiled and winked. He smiled back.

Then all hell broke loose.

It began with machine gun fire. The rebels shot back. I wanted to take photos but I was terrified I’d get shot, so I ran. I ran and ran into the thick jungle, so crazy with fear I didn’t worry about getting lost.

Finally I could no longer hear shooting. I began to regret running so far. It was so dark, I decided to sleep and find my way back in the daylight. I lay down near a slowly moving stream and fell fast asleep.

I woke the next morning to a jabbing in my back, which turned out to be the muzzle of an AK-47. It was a squad of seven government soldiers, some sort of patrol. There was no love in their eyes for me.

“Up on your knees, gringo,” the oldest of them barked in Spanish, gesturing in case I didn’t understand the language.

I carefully, slowly took my knees, hands raised. “Thank God you are here,” I said in Spanish. “I got lost d—”

He shot into the ground beside me. “Shut your mouth.”

A heated discussion ensued: was I was with the rebels? Talk turned to executing me and moving on.

“No-no! You don’t want to do that!” I fairly squealed en español. My voice was nearly a full octave above normal.

The leader lazily bitch-slapped me. “Shut up,” he said. “So you are an American reporter, yes?” he asked in accented English.

“Yes! Yes! I came here to do a very, very nice story about your beautiful country!” I said in Spanish in a voice still high with fear.

“You are a liar. You are with those rebels we fought last night.” He switched to Spanish. “Put the gringo against a tree and shoot him.”

“Un momento por favor, sargento,” came another voice. It was followed by the whinny of a horse.

“Good morning to you, jefe,” said the leader, practically bowing.

One of the young soldiers asked another who this was. He was told it was Don Montoya, the district leader from the jungle to the oilfields.

“I could not help hearing,” Montoya said. “A prisoner?”

The leader pointed at me. “American propagandist.”

Montoya looked at me in surprise. “From the trail it sounded like you had a girl here.” He dismounted for a better look at me.

“He may as well be one,” the leader snorted in disgust. “Not only is he too pretty to be a man, he acts like a little bitch.” He nodded to the soldiers who held me up to the tree. “Shoot him.”

“Do not,” Montoya said. “I have a business proposition, sergeant.”

The two of them stood in quiet conversation. Then they both began laughing. Montoya looked at me and grinned. The sergeant had his men bring me to Montoya, who ordered me in English to strip naked.

“What?” I cried in Spanish. “What do you want me to—”

He slapped me just hard enough to shut me up. “Strip right now and get on your knees,” he ordered in English, pointing in front of him. “If you do not do everything I say, I will let them shoot you.”

Soon I knelt there naked. I watched in shock and fascination and he took out an eight-inch dick. I hadn’t seen a guy’s dick since the locker room in college and even then, never inches from my face.

“The life of an American hack like you is worth nothing in this country. However, you might have some value to me if you can be obedient and… uninhibited. Or you can be dead. I do not care. Suck.”

Blushing deeply I took his cock between my lips while the soldiers laughed and made crude comments. The flesh was sweaty and tasted faintly of the smell of pee, but it was clear Sr. Montoya bathed often.

“Oh, that is a nice mouth, Jack Coe,” he said in Spanish. “I am sure you have seen many American pornos. If you want to live, pretend you are one of those hot putas and give me a blowjob worthy of one.”

This generated a fresh round of laughter, whistling and even cruder comments from the men, who had gathered around to watch. What horrified me most was the tingling in my cock. Despite the humiliating circumstances I was getting a boner.

I tried to tune out everything except for this man’s hard cock and my blowjob. I took his dick in as deep as I could, my tongue swirled around the thick, veiny shaft. I felt the counters of his velvety soft, helmet-shaped purplish cockhead with my tongue. The sweet flavor of pre-cum started to make me a little crazy. Horny, actually.

I whimpered. I couldn’t help that I was suddenly turned on by this macho man’s dick in my mouth—my dick was rock hard too. For some reason I no longer cared about the soldiers. All that mattered was sucking him off and drinking his cum.

“Your instincts about sissies are good, Don Montoya,” said the leader. “This American maricón enjoys it.”

Montoya pulled out of my mouth. I whimpered in frustration. I couldn’t help it. I’d never sucked a dick before but now I wanted to.

The burly district chieftain looked fondly down at me. “I will make a lot of money with you, maricóna. But now one final test.” He spoke to the soldiers. “My countrymen, who here wants his dick sucked?”

I shuddered… with excitement.

* * *

I was lashed naked behind Montoya’s saddle as we rode through the low jungle. He explained he had bought me. If I attempted to escape, I would be severely punished. As scared as I was, I wondered why I loved giving head to him—and to all those men!

We entered a well-guarded beautiful villa inside stone walls, a ranch-style home befitting Beverly Hills. He untied me and allowed me to lay naked on the lawn so my body would stop aching. I’d been prepared to resume sucking him or worse, however he ignored me and went inside. I lay there in the sun and relaxed, oblivious to the guards.

Don Montoya returned in the casual clothes of a rich man and carrying bottles of beer. To my surprise he handed me one. I greedily guzzled a third of it while he took my press pass out of his pocket and studied it. He looked at me, kindly. For the second time, just for an instant, I wished to suck his dick again.

“So, Jack Coe,” he said in English. “You took a big risk coming to a declared foe of America just to get a story, eh?”

“Seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“From now on I am Papi to you. Your Papi has a great many concerns. My country’s oil industry. Supporting certain cartels. But I most love my nightclub near El Tigre. It is popular with oil workers, professionals, officials and those who trade in… provocative wares.” He looked at me. “Including human beings.”

He said, on most nights it was an ordinary bar for ordinary men. After 10:00 p.m. weeknights, female strippers and whores worked the bar and paid a commission for it. He had bungalows in back where the whores could take their johns. Papi also owned an adjacent brothel.

“Sounds like my kind of place,” I said. I was a bit tipsy now.

He laughed in delight. “Your words are truer than you know.” His eyes gleamed. “The real attraction is after midnight on Friday and all Saturday night. That’s when the very special entertainment happens. Sissies and shemales. It is famous but at the same time, very discreet.”

I felt faint. “And somehow this ‘entertainment’ has to do with me?”

“You will be superb as the star of the show. I am confident of it.”

He was saying he would turn me into a sissy or a shemale. Why wasn’t that freaking me out? Was it because I had no choice but to comply? I began to think it really was because of something else.

“Would you like some clothes?” he asked solicitously.

“Oh yes, please… Papi,” I said as I knelt next to him on the lawn.

He whistled toward the house. A gorgeous sexpot came running. She had large breasts and a perfect body. She wore only a miniskirt. She handed Papi a paper bag she carried. He called her Jorgelina.

“Would you like to see your possible future, Jacqueline?” he asked. “That is going to be your new name, gringa.”

Without waiting for an answer, he pulled the girl’s skirt down to her feet. She stepped out of it. Nestled in the Latina beauty’s transparent, white, nylon panties was a seven-inch cock. She smiled at me and winked. Suddenly I could barely breathe, I was so stunned.

“He looks like he needs a doctor, Papi,” she giggled.

“Why don’t you give him mouth-to-mouth,” he suggested.

She knelt, straddling my thighs, her large, flaccid cock pressing into me belly, and gave me an open-mouthed kiss. My cock sprang up again.

She broke the kiss. “Papi, his clitty is getting very hard!”

“Excellent!” he cried, helping her up. He picked up her skirt and she deftly caught it. He swatted her ass playfully. “Back to work!”

He dumped out the bag in front of me. It contained sheer white panties, a matching bra, and white leather high-heel pumps. I put them on without prompting. My boner tented the panties as I knelt again.

“I think you will enjoy your future.” He reached into his pocket for a satellite phone and dialed. He held up a finger to me and spoke into the phone. “Pablo! Chingon!” he laughed. “How goes it? … Good! I have a present I think you are going to love. When can you get here?”

* * *

The sound of the helicopter came upon us quickly. It hovered over the far side of the lawn and landed. That was when Papi told me that Pablo was a grand-nephew of cocaine lord Pablo Escobar.

Pablo jumped from the chopper and shook hands with Papi, and then he inspected me. He laughed with delight and told Don Montoya he was a true friend to send him a prospect like me. Pablo assessed me like a project he was dying to start.

Oh god he’s so strong and handsome!

“I shall have her back to you in the usual time. Depending,” Pablo said before he led me by the hand to his helicopter.

I sat on his lap during the trip to the frontier just east of Columbia, essentially nude. His cock pressed into me. Pablo was thirty-five, fit, self-assured, devilishly handsome, and very well-endowed it seemed from the firm lump pressing into my bottom.

The new helicopter suggested he was very rich. He told me of the fortune passed down by his famous relative: fifty million that afforded he and his wife a remote citadel and a life of leisure. Their favorite indulgence was transforming androgynous young men like me into exotic, sexual creatures. The idea excited me more and more now.

We made final approach to his compound, which looked like Fort Knox compared with Papi’s more relaxed security. Nonetheless it was beautiful and sprawling. I saw at least six feminine creatures working in the yards around the building, either sissies or shemales. If this was a prison, it was a very beautiful one.

That night I dined on a lavish meal with Pablo and his wife Maria. The look in her eyes said she approved of me. It didn’t bother her at all that a cute guy—me—sat at her dinner table dressed up like a sissy. Quite the opposite—she was a more than willing accomplice.

The next morning a shemale named Bella got me from my tiny guest bedroom and led me to a BDSM dungeon with pricey bondage furniture. Standing in the middle of it all was Mrs. Escobar in a leather catsuit with a zipper crotch. Her makeup was bold and dramatic. Her grin suggested she was a dominant if not a sadist.

“Kneel, puto!” she snapped using the male form of “whore.”

No sooner had I done so, she grabbed my collar-length hair. She dragged me to an open shower area in a corner of the room with tile walls and a drain was set in the contoured tile floor. She yanked down my panties and commanded me to kneel with my ass in the air.

I felt something her finger wipe something very wet and slippery on my asshole. I moaned with pleasure from her massaging digit.

“So you like that feeling, little white sissy? This is the start of it. You will get very used to it and much, much more.”

I yelped in surprise as she shoved a finger up my butt. She languorously slid her slender finger it in and out. I couldn’t help my moan of pleasure, loving the dirty feeling of… I was getting fucked.

Within a few minutes my dick was aching hard. As soon as she saw my erection she stepped back and ordered me to kneel on the tile flooring with my thighs wide apart. After I did so, she grinned and pointed at my reflection in a nearby mirror. “Look,” she said.

I was as humiliated as I was excited at the sight of me in lingerie with a boner, kneeling in front of this beautiful woman in leather.

“Soon you will come to love this exercise,” she promised. “Let’s see what else might turn you on. Lay face up on the tile!”

She unzipped her crotch, and the squatted over me. “How much do you love humiliation?” Her parted labia were beautiful. The golden stream began—warm, heavy, and salty, and mostly on my face. “If you want to, you can open your mouth and drink it, sissy. There are so many nasty things I can do to you!” She finished and stepped away.

Tears of self-pity mixed with pee dripping from my hair and face and onto the floor. My excitement had faded. I enjoyed sucking dicks and her probing finger. But this..! I was no longer horny.

“Perhaps this is not for you,” she said. “We shall explore later.”

My erection had gone down and she seemed satisfied with that. She ordered me to rinse off in the shower and dry myself—quickly.

She had me lay on the carpet while she removed her high heels. She stroked my moist panty-trapped cock with her foot. Her delight grew as quickly as my erection. I became lost in it, dizzy in it, mainly due to the pressure growing in my balls.

“Please Mistress, I fear I will make a mess soon,” I whined.

“Excellent!” she crowed.

She sat on the carpet and used her toes and the balls of her feet to jack me off. My orgasm was swift and massive. Her eyes gleamed. She stuck her cum-covered right foot in front of my mouth and ordered me to clean it with my mouth and tongue. For no reason I can fathom, the sight of it made me crazy and I sucked them greedily into my mouth.

“I think you will be very, very happy here, maricóna,” she gloated.

She ordered me to get on my knees and wait. I watched her perfect ass hugged tightly by the fine leather as she slinked from the room.

Five minutes later the door opened and I gasped in pleasure. It was Bella only this time her face and hair were made up to perfection. She was a naturally lovely dark-skinned Latina, but she had transformed into an exquisitely sexy doll in less than twenty minutes.

Earlier she had on a tight cotton dress. Now she wore only a bra and panties and four-inch heels. She moved with such grace and poise. And her cock was lovely in her panties. It was so incongruous: she was barely five-foot-six but her cock was seven inches.

“Am I pretty to you, Jackie?” she asked.

Barely able to speak I told her she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I could not keep my eyes off her cock. I could not help licking my lips. I could not help wanting—

“This will be a busy day for you, Jacqueline. You will need your breakfast.” She took out her cock. “Suck, hermana.”

Oh my god, she called me “sister.” Would I really want to be that?

“Oh, thank you, Mistress Bella,” I gasped. I took her in my mouth.

“Mmmmm, baby. So good. Suck my sweet clitty.”

She wasn’t quite as big as Papi but hers was much cuter. The feel of it sliding between my lips and in my mouth made me so horny. I tried to take it all the way but I choked and had to back off.

“Easy Jackie. I will teach you how to do that. Just make me cum.”

The idea of drinking her cum pushed me over the edge. I sucked her dick with such abandon she had to instruct me how to avoid improperly using my teeth. She said she would teach me the subtle blowjob and how to tease an orgasm from a dick.

“I love you Mistress,” I said briefly before I took it back in.

“Oh, I love you too baby girl!” she enthused. “I want to get started with you right away! Are you ready for your breakfast?”

“Mmmm-hmm! Mmmm-hmm!”

She sucked a finger into her mouth and covered it with spit, then reached back between her asscheeks. Then she did it again. This time she made hot, pleasured little cries. I realized she was fingering her own asshole to trigger her cum. She cried out in ecstasy.

A flood of thick, salty-sweet jizz flowed onto my tongue. I drank it down greedily. Before Papi I couldn’t have imagined myself giving head. Now I was drinking cum and loving it. I wondered what else I’d find out about myself.

Our first stop was a room like a beauty salon. Bella gave me a shot of female hormones to “make you more girly.” When I told her I didn’t want to be girly, she told me I had no choice.

“I also gave you something to make you sleep through the waxing,” she said. “When you wake up the hair on your body and face will be gone.” She stroked my stubble. “You cannot be a girl with that beard.”

I woke up much later. My skin felt raw where the hair was ripped out like there was a minor fire on my face. Bella sat by the padded salon table and carefully plucked my eyebrow hairs one by one, shaping them into a thin, feminine arch. When I complained about my face she gave me cocaine. It helped just enough.

That afternoon she taught me how to walk, sit, move and gesture like a sexy girl—first in bare feet and then in two-inch heels. She didn’t laugh when I stumbled, which I did a lot. By the end of the three hours, I did better. Then came cocksucking school.

Bella kissed me at the end of my lessons that day. “In a month you will move gracefully in five-inch heels, expertly apply makeup, and you will be able to take a cock down your throat. I promise you will be a very sexy girl, Jackie.”

I loved her compassion and her kiss, but I was worried that I had begun to like the idea of becoming a sissy slave.

The next morning started with Mrs. Escobar fingering my asshole until I got hard. She kept going and added a second finger near the end. When she pulled out she asked if I would like to lie on the tile again.

“Please no, Mami,” I whimpered as I knelt and stared at the floor.

“Very well, Jackie,” she said. “Bring over that tall back chair.”

She put me over her lap for a merciless openhanded spanking. After two minutes I cried. Not long after that I was surprised that it started to feel good. She stopped it when I whined in pleasure.

“Very good, Jackie,” she said. “Now kneel and wait for Bella.” She left grinning broadly, obviously pleased by my reaction.

When Bella arrived she observed, “Your skin recovered well from the waxing,” she said. “In maybe five weeks you will need it again.”

“Do I get a new hormone shot today?” I blurted eagerly.

“Not until next week,” she said. “You are eager to be feminized?”

I had surprised myself with my question out of nowhere. Some part of me wanted to be a sexy creature just like Bella. I wanted to be a girl!

We went right to feminine movement lessons. Next she sat me down and applied my makeup, explaining each step. I was astonished by how much I looked like a real girl. Then she taught me how to style my neck-length hair, telling me it would get lovelier as it grew.

“Go to the big mirror, Jackie,” she invited.

I was transfixed by myself in a full-length mirror, girlish in every respect except—I wanted breasts like Bella’s. “Why can’t I get another shot today?” I whined. “I want to be as beautiful as you!”

“It’s dangerous to have too much and it won’t feminize you any faster. We are experts at this,” she said. “Now, you will have chores.”

Every sissy and shemale here had to work. I was the new girl so I would scrub toilets, sinks and floors. She took me to the shemale in charge of housecleaning. As I toiled that afternoon I found myself enjoying my new role as a sissy maid.

Every day was much the same, except that I began to lust for the Maria’s anal probing. She added fingers until I was ready for a dildo. I realized she was one of those women who love “pegging.” The first time I climaxed from her pegging, she was delighted.

Since my only breakfast was Bella’s cum, I became even more slender and girlish, and the hormones made me start growing tiny breasts. Maria used increasingly bigger dildos, and she stopped trying new fetishes on me. Best of all, she had become fond of me.

At the start of my sixth week Maria ran her finger on my upper lip and frowned. “It comes back, mija,” she said. “This will be a big day for you. Now assume the position.”

As usual I went to the padded bondage cross, hugged it for support and bent over with my feet spread wide open. “How will it, Mami?”

“Later, baby,” she said. As she walked over, she heavily coated her right hand, wrist and forearm with lubricant. “This is your graduation.”

She gently massaged my sissyhole until all four fingers pushed in, all the way to her first knuckles. I breathed hard and used the tricks Bella taught me to accept and enjoy deep anal penetration.

“Oh my God, Mistress!” I moaned.

“You can take it, chica,” she purred. She added her thumb.

I moaned in pleasure as she pushed in until my asshole clamped down on her wrist. She held it there a minute and carefully pulled out. She told me she was proud and then glided softly from the room. I held my position on the cross because she didn’t tell me what to do.

“You can let go, hermana,” Bella said a minute later.

Bella got in the shower with me, and we did all but make love under the spray. After my daily breakfast of her spunk, she led me naked to Pablo’s master bedroom. Maria sat to one side, still in her outfit, but with the crotch unzipped. She lazily toyed with her clit.

Pablo stood naked in front of the bed. I could not help gasping at the eight inches of his thick, flaccid dick. He smiled at my reaction. “Come kneel in front of me, Jackie,” she said kindly.

I took my knees in front of him. That huge cock was so close.

“You have come a long way,” he began. “Maria says you are a natural bottom, and Bella is pleased with your lessons. Now we must decide if you are to remain a sissy or become a shemale.”

“Please, sir. What is the difference?”

“Sissies are feminine boys with certain traits. Some may grow out of being sissies. Shemales are much more girl than boy. Yes, a shemale wants to keep her cock but she wants a girl’s breasts and such. The procedures are expensive, so I have to know if she—if you—will be worth it.” He smiled. “So show me it won’t be wasted on you, baby.”

I took him into my mouth. As much as I loved Bella’s cock, this was incredible! I rejoiced when I felt him getting hard in my mouth. The sticky, tart stream of precum said I was doing well.

“That’s a good sign,” Mrs. Escobar said.

I took his plumping dick in hand so I could keep it in my mouth while I gave her a quizzical look. What did she mean?

His big powerful hand took my head and turned it back to him. He gently rested his hand on my head and stroked me like a pet dog.

“You did not beg to get dressed up before sex,” she said. “Maricónas are usually obsessed with the dressing up.”

I closed my eyes and concentrated on sucking his macho cock, which grew harder by the moment. Then I felt that big warm hand under my chin and his manly voice saying to look at him. When I made eye contact and I saw that ruggedly handsome face and those brown, delighted eyes, I felt myself lose control. I pulled away for a second.

“Daddy!” I whimpered and plunged it back into my mouth.

I followed all of Bella’s tricks to take him into my throat. I gagged but I kept going until I coughed. When I pulled back, a thick, ropy mix of saliva and phlegm coated his tool. It made his dick that much slipperier. This time I persisted until I got his cockhead all the way into my throat. I started swallowing as hard as I could.

“Chinga!” he exploded with lust. “This bitch is a fucking wildcat!” He pulled from my mouth and looked at me with fire in his eyes. “Do you want me to take your true virginity, little Jacqueline?”

Joyous tears filled my eye. “Oh yes, Daddy!”

“Do it on the bed, Pablo,” his wife said. “This one makes me feel like... you know what I mean.”

He gave his wife a pleased, affectionate look. “Well! We have not done that in a long time, have we? She is that special.” To me he said, “Get on the bed, face up with your legs dangling.”

After I’d positioned myself I found myself surprised when he knelt between my legs, which he lifted up to raise my ass to his mouth. I groaned loudly as his tongue plowed into my asshole.

“He never does that to sissies, Jackie,” Maria said. “Pablo has decided you will be a sexy shemale… dulce puta blanca!”

He stood between my legs and looked down into my pleading eyes, his now-hard ten inches throbbing in his hand. Oh God I wanted it so much! I whimpered in my need, looking at the thick, clear drop of precum oozing from the hole and running down the full length of his brown, veined cockshaft in his hand.

“Well, shemale Jacqueline?” he asked. He smiled so devilishly.

“Please fuck me, Daddy!” I cried. “Fuck your Jackie so hard!” I arched my hips in the air using my back muscles, raising my slippery, horny asshole—my shemale pussy!—up for easy access.

I cried out in joy as his cockhead pushed against my asshole all slippery with his saliva. Because my Mistress already loosened my asshole, his huge, throbbing dick easily plunged into my anal meat. He cupped his hands under my knees, raising my ass for fucking.

It was so long and so big, I had never felt a fullness this complete, a feeling so hot and nasty. My cock sprang rigid and I felt thick fluid run down its length. Pablo’s fucktool had squeezed out a glut of precum.

Pablo encircled my clitty—Bella said I should call it that—and wiped upwards to squeeze the fluid onto his fingers. He held them to my lips. I eagerly opened wide and sucked them into my mouth, savored the flavor as I mewled with delight. Then he raised my knees high and pounded his dick into me. It went so far up into me it felt like it was bottoming out. I felt owned. I felt like a bitch to be used.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Escobar stripped naked and climbed onto the bed. She looked kindly down at me. “You may call me ‘Maria’ for the rest of the day, Jacqueline,” she said. Facing her husband she straddled my head so that her glistening spread labia was directly over my mouth. She carefully lowered her pussy onto my face.

“Oh, Maria, Mami!” I sighed. “I love you. Jackie loves you!”

Her inner labia were swollen, slippery. The thick major labes were plump and hot, the delicate pink flesh between them dripping with a musky scent like wild milk and burnt honey. I plunged my tongue into it. The taste was so incredible my boner got even harder.

My ass clung to Pablo’s swollen dick as he thrust in and out. I felt a slow but steady flow of precum down my throbbing shaft. I heard Maria coo with delight as her soft but gentle hand encircled my boner. I cried out in helpless pleasure into the creamy folds of pussy, so thoroughly dominated by his dick and her cunt and her hand.

“I believe she is enjoying herself,” Maria signed. “So am I!”

Mindlessly I lapped at her cunt, clit and asshole, driven by her soft, throaty cries of pleasure and calling me her baby, her daughter, her white gringa slut—her transsexual slave. I was their shemale slave!

Maria took my clitty in hand with long, slow deliberate strokes that made it almost painfully hard, building pressure in my balls. I became unable to concentrate on licking her pussy anymore, so intense was my pleasure and the sexual pressure mounting in my groin.

“She’s close,” my Mistress—my Latina mom—said as she climbed off of me. “Are you ready to finish off our new, prize girl?”

Maria knelt by me while Pablo cupped under my knees and pounded into me with both joy and bestial lust on his face. He fucked me so hard, this rich, cultured man of Colombia. I could’ve never imagined myself lusting for a man this much until he fucked me.

“Are you ready to taste my load, Jacqueline?” he murmured sexily.

“Oh please, Daddy!” I moaned. “I need your cum so much!”

Maddeningly slow, he pulled his monster cock out of my ass. Maria sat me up on the foot of the bed and gently held both sides of my head. He stepped up, his cock touching my lips. I’d never been so horny!

Five strokes later he blasted all over my lips and tongue. I greedily drank it all down. After I had finished swallowing he stood with his cock before my lips. I didn’t hesitate, sucking and licking as Maria closed her hand over my straining boner.

I came, almost screaming in my new girl’s voice and shuddering with the violence of my orgasm. I could not help that his cock fell from my mouth, so helpless was I in my most explosive orgasm ever.

I apologized for stopping without permission and begged to complete the job. He grinned and said it wouldn’t be necessary.

“You are a shemale and will be transformed as one,” Pablo grinned. “A very special girl is our sweet, little Jackie.”

Part 2 is here: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/1ctzauu/jackie_of_the_jungle_part_2/