By Sheena Sands
The year is 2090. Years after a nuclear holocaust ravaged the Earth and
decimated most of the human population, all that is left is a desert
where a handful of armed and aggressive survivors battle each other for
three important resources — fuel, water and women, in that order. In
this primitive atmosphere, women are once again the weaker sex, often
preferred as currency, endangered, enslaved and exchanged. This is one
such woman’s story, if you can call ‘her’ that.
I was running for my life, panting hard as the hot sand burned my feet.
I was naked, except for the bells on my ankles and the sweat on my body.
I cried as I ran, my shoulder-length blonde hair bouncing in the harsh
desert wind, my breasts juggling and my dick swinging. Yes, my dick. I
was once a man. Perhaps I still am. But it doesn’t matter anymore.
Survival is all that matters.
I stopped near a rock to catch my breath and when I turned around I saw
them. A burly man was driving a run-down jeep, while a young woman
dressed in some kind of body-hugging leather outfit stood on the
passenger seat ready with a rope.
Where did they come from, I thought. I had been on the run for over a
day and had not encountered any sign of life. Suddenly, I felt very
naked and vulnerable. Panic set in and I began running again. But
outrunning a vehicle isn’t that easy.
I am sure I made a pretty picture, running naked, while the sun-tanned
skin on my slender body shone in the daylight, but somehow my focus at
the moment was only escape. The vehicle caught up and was soon driving
alongside, almost as if the driver was playing with me. I tried to dodge
it but there was nowhere to go and I was getting exhausted. From the
corner of my eye I saw the girl start to twirl a lasso over her head.
“God! They’re catching me like cattle,” I thought, just as the rope
encircled me, pinning my arms to the side and making me lose my balance.
As I fell, the young girl sprang from the vehicle, put my wrists behind
me and tied them together and using the same cord, tied my ankles
together. I was trussed like a turkey, and scared out of my wits.
As the man joined the pretty girl, she said, “Look pa, it’s a slave
girl. She’s got them slave anklets on. Looks like we caught ourselves a
runaway, and a purty one at that.”
The man rolled me over with his boot and exclaimed, “Whoa! That’s no
girl. That’s what in the old days used to be called a hermaphrodite.”
“But this one’s different Sue, she ain’t a natural. This one’s been
turned into a girl,” he said with a grin.
They were having a normal conversation as if they’d just caught an
animal. The indifference angered me and I suddenly discovered my tongue.
“Let me go,” I screamed, struggling with my bonds.
Sue, who must not have been more than 17, bent down on one knee and
moved her face close to mine. As she began stroking my hair my heart
started beating louder. She was a beauty and she wore the tattoo of a
free woman. Still, she was treating me like an animal and I lashed out
at her, “Stop this, let me go, bitch.”
Suddenly, she let loose a stinging slap which literally brought tears to
my eyes. “You will learn some manners soon slave girl.” Saying this, the
two pulled me to my feet, untied my ankles and rebound my wrists in
front. Then they took a rope leading from the wrists and tied it to the
vehicle and began driving, dragging me behind.
My position seemed to have worsened. I was still a damsel with a dick,
and apparently I was now a slave girl too. They kept me at a steady trot
for a few hours, stopping only a couple of times to offer me water. No
attempt was made to cover me and I continued behind them, naked and
bound, the only sound being the engine of the vehicle and the clinking
of my slave anklets.
We finally reached what looked like a lonely, desolate ranch. I figured
the man and the beautiful daughter lived alone here. I was dumped in
what was possibly a barn some years back, and my wrists were tied to a
wooden pole. I slumped to the ground, too exhausted and drained to
protest and soon passed out.
I came to when a bucket of water was splashed on my face. I opened my
eyes to see the girl standing there. She seemed to have changed her
clothes and all she wore was a bikini made out of some rough leather and
some worn out knee-high boots. She also had a whip in her hand.
On seeing the whip, the colour drained from my face. I left all shreds
of dignity and courage behind and prostrated myself in front of her,
kissing her boots. “Please don’t whip me mistress. I’ll do anything,” I
Sue’s features immediately softened. “Maybe I won’t slave girl. First,
tell me your story. How did you come to become this half-man, half-
“Thank you mistress,” I whimpered, tears of relief on my face, and began
“My story started some months ago in a nuclear shelter in what used to
be Arizona. I was born in the shelter and had lived there for ages. When
the last of my family passed away, I decided to move on. I wanted to
explore the world, see what was out there. For a 19-year-old, the lure
of adventure was too strong.”
“So, I packed a bag and set forth southwards. I walked for miles and
miles and for two days didn’t encounter a soul. My water and food
reserves were in danger of running out. On the third day, as I lay to
rest under a cliff, I was jumped by two men, who stole all my
possessions, bound and gagged me and sold me to group of men who lived
some miles ahead in a large fortress-like building.”
“One of the men there was some kind of surgeon. And I later realized,
his specialty was sex realignment surgery. The gang would operate on
young boys, feminize them and sell them to pimps. Women, as you know,
are next only to fuel and water in terms of value these days. This
surgeon had me knocked out unconscious and some days later when I woke
up, I had these ample breasts, had lost all my body hair and even my
lips and eyebrows seemed more feminine. As you can see, he had turned me
into a beautiful woman.”
At this moment, mistress interrupted, “That he did. You’re one of the
prettiest women, or men that I have ever seen.”
I blushed at this, but continued. “They locked these slave anklets on me
and then put me in a small cage. My main surgery was still a few days
away. Two days later, when a man didn’t shut my cage door properly, I
sneaked out at midnight and have been on the run since.”
“Mistress, I continued, please let me go. I am of no use to you. I have
no skills whatsoever.”
Sue took my chin in her hand and said, “Skills can be taught slave girl
and a whip can go a long way in training anyone.”
“Don’t get too many ideas into your pretty head slave,” she continued.
“You belong to me now. Pa has gifted you to me and I can keep you as my
pet. But keeping pets is expensive and you’ll have to earn your keep.”
Saying this, she took off one of her boots and put her foot with bright
maroon-painted nails in front of my face. I took the hint and began
kissed the foot with alacrity.
“Good,” she said, a smirk on her face. “Looks like you may not be too
much trouble after all.”
Over the next few days, Mistress Sue put me to work in the house. I was
given a tiny leather skirt to wear which barely covered my buttocks and
an equally tiny bikini top which struggled to contain my beautiful
I endured the humiliations quietly. It was, after all, safer here, than
the wasteland outside. Besides, the couple kept me in some kind of
bondage at all times so escape looked very difficult. And those wretched
bells on my feet kept the duo aware of my location at all times.
In just a few days, I had gone from being a young man looking for
adventure to a whimpering female slave subservient to a teenage girl
almost half my size.
On the third night, as I lay naked and bound in the barn, Sue appeared.
She undid my wrists from the pole and bound them behind. “Now give your
mistress some pleasure,” she commanded, laying down in the hay and
spreading her legs.
As I knelt, I could smell her juices and I put my tongue to work. Her
moans told me I was probably doing a good job. Suddenly she stopped me
and to my chagrin, produced a doubled-headed wooden dildo. She stood up
and slowly inserted the dildo into her clit, moaning as she did so, and
beckoned me to start sucking. As I began sucking, I realized I was being
face-fucked by a teenage girl and I was probably enjoying it a bit. My
own erection was massive but a slave’s needs are not important. Soon
Mistress Sue came in an explosive climax and strangely, I felt happy
that I had given her pleasure.
Before she left, she patted my head and said, “You’re ready.”
This left me perplexed and a little anxious, but soon sleep came and
took away the anxiety in a flood of erotic dreams.
Next morning, Mistress Sue didn’t make me do my chores. Instead she took
me to the well in the ranch and proceeded to scrub me clean, almost like
I was a prize horse.
Then she started making me beautiful. I was puzzled by all the attention
and fussing but frankly was glad for the break from the chores. She
started with the nails. Both my finger and toe nails got two coats of
bright red nail paint. The she rubbed a base on my skin, put some
mascara on my eyes and added some eye shadow. Lastly, my lips were done
in the same shade as the nails. Then she brushed my hair, put some clips
on them and added some dangling round earrings.
The finale was the dress. It was similar to what I was already wearing,
except the material seemed like blue satin and I loved the feel of the
cloth on my skin. Suddenly, I was feeling very feminine. Mistress Sue
told me I was looking gorgeous and I blushed again. But she refused to
let me see a mirror. Slaves don’t get such privileges.
“Well, you’re ready now slave girl. Time to earn your living.” Saying
this showed me the rope and I meekly offered her my wrists and she tied
them together, my red finger nails shining in the sunlight.
She led me with the rope to the stable where she climbed her horse. “I
better save fuel and use the horse today,” she said aloud, and urged the
horse forward, pulling me behind with the rope.
We walked for an hour or so. For some strange reason, the swish and feel
of the satin skirt was feeling heavenly. As I looked down at my
glistening red nails and slave anklets, I reveled in my newfound
feminity and I felt a little giddy. What is happening to me I wondered?
Soon we reached a small outpost where a building that looked liked a
saloon straight out of a western film stood. An armed doorman was at the
“Hey Sue,” he said, “who’s the purty gal?”
“Hey Larry. This here is my slave girl. Pa let me have her. Ain’t she a
“She sure is Sue, but you can’t take her in like that. You know the law.
Slaves can’t go in wearing clothes.”
My face drained of all colour on hearing this. Not only was I losing the
pretty clothes, I was going to be naked in a room full of horny men.
“Please Mistress, let’s go back. Don’t humiliate me,” I whimpered.
She wasn’t moved. “Don’t worry babe. You won’t need your clothes for
what you’re about to do anyway.”
Larry laughed at this remark, but a my heart sank. What was going to
Mistress stripped me and hung a small board on my neck. She retied my
hands behind my back, put a leash around my neck and we entered inside.
The entire saloon went quiet. I could feel at least 20 pairs of eyes on
me and my legs began to tremble.
One good-looking man, dressed in a long overcoat came towards us. I
could smell whiskey on his breath. I trembled as he brought his face
close and read loudly what was written on the board. “15-MINUTE BLOW JOB
FOR 1 CAN OF GAS.”
Suddenly the entire saloon burst into loud cheering and clapping and
some men even came and patted Sue on the back while she just grinned.
She took a seat at the bar and someone got her a drink. “Well,” she
looked at me and said, “what are you waiting for girl? Go and offer
yourself to these nice gents.”
While her comments invited more laughter and cheering, I was shocked.
Not only was I expected to give a number of blow jobs, I was expected
to beg for them. I looked at Sue, my eyes pleading, but I could see no
Demoralized and terrified, I went to the good-looking man in the
overcoat with my hands still tied behind. I knelt in front of him and
said with trembling lips, “May I pleasure you master?”
“Of course darling,” he said, releasing his enormous member from the
confines of his trousers. I took a deep breath, enveloped that warm big
phallus with my mouth and began sucking.