The Terrace View Apartments Part 5

Poor Maraciela, a sissy slave like I was soon to become, hadn’t had an orgasm in several months because of the hormones they injected into her twice a day. But even with the hormones in her system, the threat of having her balls chewed off in this strange ceremony was enough to send her over the edge. It was the last orgasm that she would ever have, and she later told me it was one of the most intense pleasures of her life.

At the time, I didn’t appreciate this. I simply concentrated on keeping my mouth open and swallowing her semen as it oozed down my throat. My resolved pleased Mistress Andrea, who whispered into my ear that she was pleased by my dedication to becoming a perfect little sissy slut. "Keep this up," she cooed, "and I will make sure that you live out a life of sexual ecstasy."

"But slack off, "she threatened, "and you will regret the day you ever heard of the Terrace View Apartments!" She punctuated this last statement by jamming a needle into one of my testicles, and the pain was so intense that I blacked out for a few moments. Mistress Andrea slapped me across the face, and brought me back to consciousness,

When they had finished piercing me, I was quickly rubbed down with a disinfectant. Then came the razors, and I was shaved from head to toe by several pairs of unseen hands. Even my eyebrows and scalp were shaved bare. My mouth got a break when I was flipped over and my backside was denuded.

Then I heard Mistress Andrea tell the crowd to rinse me off. One by one, the people in the crowd stepped forward urinated over my still-tender flesh, rinsing all the shaving cream off my body. The women simply lifted their skirts and squatted over me, frequently pressing their sex against my mouth before releasing their bladders. The men were having more fun than the women, and would spray me down from great distances across the courtyard. A few of them even decided to give me a urine enema.

I stoically endured it all. Truth be told, by this point, I could barely stand without assistance from Carla and Maraciela. But the ceremony was still in its infancy. I was once again tied down across the bench, and when I thought that my bonds couldn’t be pulled any tighter, I became aware of a loud buzzing.