Harem Slut Nikki

"Um, Sasha? I was wondering if maybe I could have the extra money to help myself get started now that I am going to be on my own. I was thinking I could use it to become a real woman."
"Oh silly sissy. Did you really think I’d let you go? You’ve been way too profitable and if I let you go now you might be found out. If you had the operation you run the risk of someone recognizing you and telling the press, then it might get back to me and then what? It would be a huge mess and we don’t want that do we? No it would be way too messy as well for you to go back to being a man, to many questions as to where you’ve been and where Nikki went. That’s why I in my infinite wisdom have come up with a solution for all our problems."
I could feel a shiver go down my spine.
"I’ve had a few talks with an Arab man over the internet. He’s been inquiring about American shemales for sale. I sent him a few pictures of you and he and I have agreed that for 40 million dollars you will become his shemale sex slave. Doesn’t that sound great?"
"No you can’t do this to me, I won’t let you, this has gone past the point of humiliation I won’t take it!" My large breasts jiggled as I screamed cutting the seriousness behind my threat.

"I figured someday you would remember you still had balls and stand up to me, that’s why I bought this," she said as she pulled out a stun gun. She stabbed it into my side and my body fell to the floor in a fit of convulsions. She got on the phone and called Ryan to come up from the car in the street. He came up and they tied me and put me in the car. While driving Sasha injected me with a needle and I fell asleep.

ONE YEAR LATER
I stood there in front of the huge bed. I was wearing a pair of sheer, almost see-through, pair of pink silk pants. They were very puffy and tapered into a very tight cuff at the ankle above my bare feet. My top was a tiny purple bikini top with puffy see-through yellow sleeves attached.