Injustice (Expanded story)

Malcolm and his new bride had been enjoying their Honeymoon on a luxury cruise when, at one of the ports, police seized Malcolm and found half a joint in his bag.  The corrupt cops lied about the amount and Malcolm was jailed as a drug smuggler.

Under local laws, convicts were not jailed, but sold as slaves and a local economy was built around slave processing and resale.  

Malcolm was purchased by one of these businesses that specialized in preparing slaves for buyers with unusual tastes.   

First Malcolm went to Male sub training, whipped, ballbusted and denied for weeks before he was funneled into a sissy program where he was forced to dress girly and “receive” in bed.  Donna still tried to save him, going to the press and drumming up international pressure.  

Because of the embarrassment the nation suffered on the world stage, his castration was done without anesthesia and broadcast live in defiance of international pressure.  Censored recordings, complete with his screams for mercy were played on the nightly news all over the world.  

Malcolm was moved from the “Sissy” program to the “Reassignment” program, flooded with artificial hormones and a relentless series of surgeries.  

After the  breast implants, Donna claimed that the money had run out and she had to go home.  Malcolm knew that she just didn’t see her husband in his changing body anymore.  By the time of his vaginoplasty, Malcolm's story had fallen off the news cycle and he was forgotten by the western world.  

2 years later, Malcolm is now named “Missy Cumlicker.” Every day she was forced to live up to the name.  Deep inside Malcom still raged against this fate.  

Master again called. Missy Cumlicker got onto all fours to crawl into the room as was required. Kneeling, she presented herself as Master unlatched his belt and pointed to the bed.  She lay on her back and waited for him.  Inside Missy’s mind, Malcolm screamed

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Donna's phone let out a ding announcing a new message.  She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she reached down into her purse to retrieve it.  For a moment she had hoped for a piece of spam or a simple note from work but one look at the sender and she knew what it was.  

She considered deleting the message unopened, but felt like that would be a betrayal.  She had already abandoned Malcolm in that god-forsaken country, opening these emails was the least she could do.  She knew she was being irrational.  She could change her email address and forget all of this, but the world had already forgotten Malcolm and she owed it to the man who she married to still remember him.  

Only, it wasn't him anymore.  

Every email she received came with a link to a video clip.  When Malcolm awoke and saw the flat crotch leading to the new pussy he had been given, Donna watched his devastating reaction.  As Malcolm was forced to dilate with dildos of increasing size, Donna had seen his humiliation and pain.  She had seen his first night with his owner, watched her husband take another man's cock into his vagina, seen the man she married rubbing his tits on the man's shaft and then taking the head of the man's cock into his mouth.  

Donna opened the video and immediately recognized Missy as she crawled into the frame.  Donna could no longer see Malcolm in the eyes of the defeated girl on the screen.  She wanted to look away or close the window but her guilt and fascination prevented her.  Over the past two years, she had seen hundreds of these sessions between Missy and her Owner, and, as painful as they had been, she never looked away, knowing Malcolm was suffering far more than she was.  

As the man on the screen climbed on top of Missy and began trusting, she looked into the camera and for a moment, Donna had the illusion that Missy was looking directly at her.  The stare was vacant and unfocused though. A 10,000-mile stare.  The look a person has when their spirit was broken.  

The man pulled out of Missy's pussy and straddled her before spraying her face and tits with his cum.  Missy sat up and obediently fulfilled her name as she licked the trailing drops off him before wiping the semen off herself into her mouth.  

The video ended.  

Donna's guilt was magnified by the wetness she felt between her legs and the hardness in her nipples.  She set her phone down and went into the next room where Jason, her new husband was watching TV.  She kissed him and pulled on his shirt collar.  He followed her upstairs.  In minutes, she was on her back under Jason reenacting the video she had just watched.  She felt sympathy for Malcolm and guilt for moving on, but deep down she just wanted to be owned and dominated the way her ex-husband was in every one of the videos she received.   A part of her was grateful to the man who had purchased Malcolm and sent the videos.  Without him she would have never unlocked this secret desire within herself.  

"Cum on me" She panted as Jason brought her closer to climax.  He pulled out, and held her down with one hand on her throat while he used his other hand to rub himself until his hot semen roped its way from her forehead, over her eye, and into her mouth.  She orgasmed as the second and third pulses sent more cum onto her face.  He released her neck and she licked him clean.  

"Thank you, Master" she purred. 

Across the world, Malcolm crawled out of the bedroom crying.