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Dolly The Chickenhawk
by Nesfdancer (nefstoryr@yahoo.ca)
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This is the story of Dolly, who procures boys as shemale
prostitutes. (Mm, Fm, ped, nc, rp, oral, anal, prost)
***
Dolly was a retired Madame and pimp. Her nickname was
Dolly because she looked like Dolly Parton, big hair,
big boobs, and a southern accent. In her heyday, she
worked on the East coast, procuring and running young
runaway boys for her high end escort service. That was
years ago now, back in the good old days, before her
drug trafficking arrest that put her out of business,
before AIDS, before the "war on drugs", before a lot of
things.
Now she lived in a rundown RV motor home on the wrong
side of the tracks, eking out a living on small time
hustles, fencing, and scrounging. She was 59 years old
now, still attractive, but heavier set. She was tanned,
blue eyed, had nice long legs, platinum blonde hair and
her bust size was a double-d. She no longer was on
parole, not for 5 years now, and she stayed away from
the heavy action.
Dolly was sick of the safe life. She was unable to make
much from her meager earnings, and she longed for the
days when she had money to spend. One afternoon, she was
shopping in the mall, when she spotted a boy of no more
than 11, cute, long brown hair, wandering alone. She
realised he looked like Evan, a boy whom she pimped out
almost 15 years earlier. She was sure he was dead by
now, poor Evan, he always indulged in the shit too much.
She remembered him sitting at the corner store as she
drove past in her Lincoln that night, his long brown
locks hiding his face, his long legs in cut-offs, his
knee high socks and blue runners, and his pathetic
squirms as she stuck him in the arm with that first hit
of heroin, that was all the thing for a pimp in those
days to use. The dress-up sessions, his first customer,
a European banker woman with a fetish for pre teen boys,
yes those were good days.
She found herself following the boy in the mall, not too
obviously, and watched him walk past the hosiery
section of the store, looking side glancing at all the
racks of pantyhose. She figured he probably liked them,
but was shy. She remembered a time when they would cry
and fight her, as she told them what pretty things they
were going to wear. She found herself fidgeting with her
purse, but then realising that her syringe wasn't there,
had not been in a long time. She left the store with a
new plan, and thoughts of past glory.
Dolly acquired some items over the next few days, some
morphine, some syringes, a bottle of ether, a decent
switchblade, more decent vodka, and some hemp rope. She
also fastened some gags from cloth strips. She then
shopped the thrift stores and bought some girls clothes,
summer dresses, tops, blouses, belts, ballet flats,
white cable knee high socks, girls runners. She then
stopped by a few other stores and bought girls sized
tights, dance pink, black, and skaters flesh toned, and
pantyhose, expensive black and cheap looking tan and
some makeup.
Dolly parked her RV near a popular late night donut shop
in a poor neighborhood, and staked it out over several
nights, making sure she was legally parked. There was a
bus stop near the shop, and seemed like a popular spot.
On the second night after midnight she watched a dark
haired boy of maybe 12?, dressed in jeans, grey top and
white sneakers, walk past her RV and go to the donut
shop. Dolly looked back and surmised he had come down
the street probably a block or so.
He was out very late, and she surmised he was probably
with a single parent, if he had parents at all. She
moved the RV down a block, parked and turned the lights
out. She was dressed in a red dress, glossy white
pantyhose, and high heels. She put a lot of makeup on,
and had a black purse. She watched as the boy walked
towards the RV. She got out, and walked towards him,
looking as sexy as she could, click clacking along the
pavement, timing it so they would meet behind the RV, to
give her some cover.
The boy didn't seem concerned to see her, and she
expertly dropped her purse on cue, dropping a few bills
and some change. "Oh my, could you help me with that?"
she asked demurely. The boy said "oh, ughh, sure", he
had a sweet voice, and noticed he had long locks of
black hair, pale blue eyes and a pretty face. Dolly
hated boys with short hair, and much proffered a more
moppish, feminine look. She stuck him in the ass with
her syringe and pulled it out as she pretended to
fumble.
"Oww!" he yelled.
"Oh, I'm sorry I caught you with the clip on my purse
handle," she said. She had lost none of her touch, and
the morphine was shot into the little twinks behind.
Dolly opened the door of the RV, and gambled her mark
was well mannered. He was and was waiting to give her
the change he had scooped up, "thanks," she said. Then
she pushed him from behind and half way into the RV.
He panicked and tried to run but she smacked him with a
sock full of wet sand, and he was momentarily stunned.
He sank to his knees with a groan and was quickly hauled
into the RV, his arms and legs limp and feeble. Dolly
dragged him back to her bedroom, and threw him face down
on the bed. She quickly tied him up with the hemp rope,
not bothering to take his runners off yet.
She quickly doused some ether on to a rag and made him
breath it in until she knew he was properly stupefied.
He moaned and thrashed as she knelt on his back and
stuffed the doused rag on his nose and mouth, as he
drifted off.
Within minutes she was driving to the far side of the
city, and parked under an overpass, where a lot of
drunks and drug addicts slept, it was perfect. The boy
was feeling the morphine by now she was sure, and she
untied him and rolled him over cradling him in her arms.
His eyes opened slowly, "I, umm," was all he said.
"You're a pretty thing aren't you," Dolly said to him,
caressing his cheeks. She felt down between his legs to
feel his crotch and squeezed his balls and penis,
smiling at him. "I'm going to have to get you some new
friends," she said to him. "I had a bigger place back in
the day, but we will make do" she chuckled, and made him
swallow several laxative tablets with some water. After
a few hours she took him to the bathroom and let him
evacuate his bowels, then she cleaned him up and brought
him to bed to sleep.
Later that night she stripped off his clothes until he
was naked, and let him lay on his back while she
prepared a fresh shot of morphine. She raised his
slender right arm up to her lap and slid the syringe
into him. He moaned just slightly, but otherwise was
fine. "Mmm, ya, take that, you will be craving my
dreamer in no time." Dolly said to him. She fondled his
limp penis, stroking him gently between her expert
fingers until he nodded off. She left him in the RV and
took his clothes over to a trash bin fire, and threw
them in.
She returned to the RV, and while he regained some
consciousness, produced a pair of thick pink ballet
tights for him, and pulled them on, then cut a small
hole in the gusset. She then began his first lesson in
sex. She took out a 6 inch cucumber, expertly peeled it
to her liking by the sink and then approached, holding
the phallus in her hand with a container of Crisco
vegetable grease.
He was made to spread his shapely legs over Dolly's
shoulders, then she unceremoniously slid it into the
boys rear end. The innocent boy felt the pressure, as
his pink anus was probed by the invaders tip, and then
with a push, his deflowering was at hand and he let out
a moan of shock, discomfort and confusion. He was
screwed by the greased up vegetable.
"Oh no don't do that, please," he whimpered.
Dolly smacked him with her open hand. "Shut your mouth
and do as our told bitch," she said to him. The boy
started to cry. Dolly fucked him with her "dink" to his
squirms, weak kicks and moans.
"Oh yes, take that you silly girl," she cooed to him,
pistoning it into him repeatedly while his shapely
calves were kicking over Dolly's shoulders. It made a
sucking, squelching sound as it slid past his sphincter.
She finally pulled it out bloody and wet, after his ass
had been thoroughly ploughed. She held it up for him,
and he could see it had gone deep into his bum. She
wasn't done though with her lessons, and propped him up
at the edge of the bed and slapped his butt with a wide
leather strap until he could cry no more the strap his
rear end until it was tender, a small run in his hosiery
from the abuse. The boy was exhausted, drugged, raped,
and slapped silly!
Whatever resistance he thought of had since left, and he
lay back and nodded off, as the drug he was given began
to make him dopy and unfocused. The rapist Madame then
wiped him clean with a towel and let him lay down and
sulk for awhile, and from his first anal experience.
"Get used to that, and get used to the girls clothes
darling, you're going to be wearing them a lot," Dolly
said to him as he drifted off.
After an hour the transformation to a girl proper began.
First thing was the expensive glossy black tights, that
she pulled on to him while he dozed. Then the blue
Japanese sailors top, like they wore as a school
uniform. He looked very nice. She combed out his hair
and but in a pink barrette to keep it to one side, and
then applied some lipstick and some blue eye shadow and
dark eye liner. Last she slipped on the blue skirt that
matched his top, and some black velvet flats that seemed
to fit.
She lay him supine and had gave him some hair spray to
keep it all just so. He looked like a little 12 year old
girl all ready for private school. He moaned and turned
on his side. He was high, and only semi-conscious,
riding the high of the painkiller injections, now at
full force in his bloodstream. Dolly as feeling the rush
of power, she loved the feeling of controlling tender
boy flesh to her purposes. Why had she ever stopped? she
didn't know.
The boy regained some consciousness, and found himself
in the lap of the pimp, his vision blurry "Shh, don't
fret little girl" she said to him, and held up a small
mirror, she made him look at himself. She stroked his
glossy legs and under his skirt, and he became aware of
his new wardrobe and look. "I'm calling you Susan," the
lady said to him. "Don't worry, it's all fine." And she
massaged his private mound again under his skirt.
"Oohhh, no," he moaned in a quiet voice.
Her new boy was left to doze on the bed while Dolly
drove to the transvestite hooker part of town. She made
some inquiries as to where to set up shop and parked
near a rundown area. She checked on Susan, who was
sleeping restlessly, and got out to spread the word that
she had a fresh rear end for sale.
"It's 10 bills," Dolly said to Susan's first customer, a
horny Mexican pill junky. "He's a novice so I'll give
you a discount for breaking his ass in properly" she
said, and let him in. "You have a half hour," and Dolly
waited in the cab of the RV.
The man went into the RV and drew back the cheap bead
curtains to see the boy laying down on the double bed,
and he approached the drugged twink. Soon they were
kissing deeply, he had his arms around his prize, and
was tasting the expensive lipstick with his tongue and
smelling the boys feminine perfumes wafting in the air.
The junkie's jeans could scarcely cover his manhood,
engorged, and he tugged away at his shorts to expose
himself. He moved the boys head to his cock as he
straddled him, and the boy did as he was bidden,
covering his cockhead with his red lips, smacking and
sucking, amateurish yes, but effective enough for the
purpose, and the boy could see the man's dink clearly,
erect, his ball-sack large and the long tool tasting odd
in his small mouth, he had to open very wide to get his
lips around it.
He was too stoned to resist, and was lost in a dizzy
haze of drugged cocksucking. The "john" pulled his cock
out of "Susan's" mouth and turned the petite boy-girl
over on the bed and before he knew it was attempting
entry into his rear end, his lust red hot for the young
behind. He grabbed a pillow and made the under aged
victim lay down over it, getting his ass elevated for
the big moment. He massaged the boys ass through his
tights, and then them down and off, leaving his smooth
buttocks exposed.
"Please, don't, don't hurt my bum, it's still sore,"
Susan managed to sputter as the rapist speared for the
third time into the boys hole, his stiff tool amply
greased up with the sex lube. He felt his tip finally
slide into the target of his lust, the small anal
passage, and it was glorious. "Ughhhmm!" he moaned, the
boys legs apart. There was a wet, piston like as the
man's tool slid into the warm, tight hole "Ohhh! Holy
shit..." Susan cried out breathlessly. Was it worth the
money, the man thought? Hell yes.
"Ohhh, mmmm..." Susan whimpered in pain and disbelief,
biting his lower lip. "I'm going to fuck with a real
cock, boy. Now lay still and spread your thighs while I
bugger you," the older man spat, not to be trifled with.
"Susan" felt the fleshy staff sink into him, filling his
bowels with a wet pressure, he could feel the junkies
unwashed 8 inch prick slide deeper and deeper into his
rear end, searing a painful path. He was being fucked up
the ass!" and the pain was unbearable, and he cried out
in shrill squeaks.
His "lover" held his waist firm, ignoring the childish,
silly pleas, and Susan was pinned on his stomach as he
was turned into a woman. It did hurt so! and Susan
whimpered as his prized innocence was traded for one
hundred dollars, the white sheets stained with his red
lipstick as he thrashed around feebly, trying to
dislodge the invader.
The mating was filled with moans and cries, the man
fucked the cross dressed boy hooker in a frenzy,
remembering a young boy of similar age who had come to
his condo door one Halloween a few years past, before
his problems with drugs, dressed as a music video
dancer, complete with fishnets and a lycra skirt. His
memory coming back to how he secretly wanted him, to
show him what dressing like a tart could cost him,
wondering what it would be like to ambush the naive boy
in the bushes, yes, it was a dark fantasy he kept to
himself.
Long minutes past, the squeak of the bed, Susan's
whimpers, the wet, slapping sound as the prick drove
deep and thighs smacked together, each thrust loosening
the boys tight sphincter muscles and rendering any
resistance quite futile.
After several minutes the junkie paused, and pulled out,
"hold still" he said. Susan felt the huge dink slip out
with a wet , and felt incredible relief, but the
assailant quickly squirted more lube into him directly
from the bottle, and it felt cool in his bottom, and
also stung. A subconscious part of Susan wanted to be
filled again, but he feared the man's cock. He felt the
dink slide into him once more, quite easily this time,
filling him quite completely, and the rhythm renewed.
Soon after an eruption of come flooded Susan's anal
passage.
"Ohh, oh my god, take that you cock tease bitch!" the
man said, as he thrust his final victorious spasms of
conquest. He let his snake spurt warm juice into the
boys tender insides, his chute with his warm, frothy
potency. The man pulled his tool out for the last time,
stained with blood, come, and lube, it was an
impressive, thickly veined staff of rape.
"Don't fret princess, it's all over," he said in a
hoarse voice. He wiped his prick on the boy's discarded
tights and then he stumbled off the bed, to collect his
own clothes.
Susan was left face down on the bed, and he lay for
quite some time, curled up, holding his knees and oozing
fresh come from his red, wet, tender hole. He knew that
he had been forever changed by the drilling he received
from his first real man, his first lover, and that he
would be a girl at heart from now on. Susan felt his
rear end get a damp wipe from his mistress, to clean him
up.
Dolly pulled the stunned and raped boy to her and went
down on him, sucking his tender prick with her expert
mouth, she managed to get him hard for awhile, and she
wanted to ensure Susan knew all the things his tender
body could provide. She then brought back her bottle of
morphine to the edge of the bed, and prepared another
needle.
The boy was rolled over on his smooth naked ass and he
felt the sting of the syringe, "all better now hmmm, no
need to worry when Dolly looks after you", she said,
then the familiar tug on his legs as he was dressed in a
pair of glossy white nylons, and left on the bed to
sleep it off, freshly drugged.
Dolly was back in business.
A month later Susan was working outside the RV, dressed
in short red wig, silver lipstick, a long sleeved pink
spandex dress, glossy pink tights and knee high black
pigskin boots. She was a shemale cocksucker in every
respect, her memories of boyhood forgotten to the street
life. She smiled as the cars went by, and was watched
closely by Dolly, who was keeping her candy from her
until she turned a trick. Susan craved the relief the
injections brought, and knew only Dolly could make her
feel better. "You better get that thumb out when cars
pass or you will get a spanking!" she reminded her from
the RV window.
"I'm doing it! they guys been bye three times, but he
won't stop," Susan protested.
"Don't take a tone with me bitch, work it," Dolly
reminded her, Susan wanted a cock to suck, she just
wanted get inside and get her medicine, the boots hurt
as a well, as they were new. "Don't get those tights
dirty either, I only have the one pair to go with that
dress," Dolly said.
"All right, god!" Susan said exasperated, and adjusted
them a bit, making sure the seams at the back were not
twisted around, her water balloon filled bra was making
her too hot too, but she didn't complain.
A dark sedan pulled up and stopped with a white man of
about 40 inside. "Get in baby" he said. Susan slid in
the front seat, all smiles, and told him to park a block
away. The man undid his pants and got the blowjob he was
looking for, holding down Susan's bobbing head until she
was done. The man thought of raping the young whore
anally with no condom but thought better of it, he would
come back another time, with a friend.
Afterwards, Susan got dropped off a block away from the
RV. She threw aside the used, lipstick stained condom
and walked past the rundown crack houses and other
whores who worked the strip. Susan walked confidently in
her boots, past the older whores, "March that white ass
baby, or I'll work you some here," a black pimp said to
him.
Susan ignored him. Felix was always on him about working
his stall, but she knew Dolly had more street muscle and
so she wasn't touched. Susan sauntered past, and flipped
a finger at the black pimp with the big gold tooth and
animal skin hat.
"I'm spoken for," she said sarcastically, batting her
thick eye lashes, to the hoots and calls of a few of the
other trannies and regular prostitutes, and sashayed on
past. Susan stopped to talk to "Funtasia" a new young
tranny whore whom she knew from the corner, in Felix's
employ, and bummed a new lipstick off her for a
cigarette and a light.
"Fuck, I need a hit, it's been slow today, fucking
tourists," Funtasia said. "Double up your pantyhose too
girl, you're going to freeze tonight in that thing,"
Susan offered in advice.
"Felix isn't wearing that mesh dress on his skinny white
ass," she said with a smirk.
"True enough girlfriend, just think if I didn't hook up
with Felix at the bus stop I wouldn't be living this
glamorous life," she said sarcastically with a laugh,
and she held out her long, shapely, silky leg showed off
her 4-inch black pumps, and with that, they parted
company. A few minutes later Susan was home, re did her
lipstick in the rear view mirror, and came inside to
give Dolly her money.
That's how it worked, she had no other thoughts than to
please her corner-mother and be rewarded with the heroin
she was now being given four times a day, to keep her
hooked and dependant.
Dolly was satisfied with Susan's transformation from a
boy to a cheap street walker. She did the four things
required of a hooker in a pimps brood, she stood at the
corner with her thumb out, she got into cars and sucked
cock, and she returned with the money, and she took her
fix. That's all that was required.
Dolly liked to think of it in very basic terms. Her rape
of the boy had broken his will, as she knew it would,
and coupled with the forced addiction to drugs, he was
now a shemale whore, and her property. Felix's girls
watched her to ensure she never went too far, and she
had a $500 finders tag on her ass, as a finder's fee to
anybody that brought her back if she tried to stray, but
those days had long since past.
She also acquired female hormone shots for Susan, and
soon she would sporting a nice set of genuine apple
sized boobs, as well as delaying any male puberty
development. Dolly arranged a trade with Felix for
hormone shots for Funtasia, in exchange for decent, high
grade smack, which Felix had a good tap on from an
associate. Despite being a competitor, pimps watched out
for each other's interests, if it was mutually
beneficial.
Dolly thought of renting a crack house with a few more
rooms, and expanding her operation, she was on the rise
again, and would need fresh talent to maximise her
profit, yes she thought, that was a wonderful idea.
THE END
*Feedback always welcome at Nefstoryr@yahoo.ca*
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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