Club Gomorrah. The Sissy Saga. Prologue Day Zero. by NumberNinetyFour

Introduction:

Everything here is fiction.

Ryan Is a fictional character with a little bit of me in him.

This is a repost from my story over on Xhamster and all work here is my own sick twisted creation.

Please let me know what you thought, people seem to like this story on other sites so I thought you would too. , Scroll down the rabbit hole.

My name is Ryan Everest, I’m a 22 year old Male my hair colour is dark brown it comes to just about my shoulders, I have green coloured eyes and am a little over five feet high, I’m not the most heavily endowed but I’ll go into more detail on that later. Where do I begin… well I guess the best place to start is the day I met lady Gomorrah…

It was just another day. A day spent sitting at the laptop, jumping from one Tumblr porn blog to another. I can’t even remember how I got into this stuff but lately its been consuming me more and more, one like, one reblog, one orgasm at a time. Every moment closer to cumming is a moment closer to giving in to the fantasy and it becoming reality.

A few days ago after a long session of Sissygasm anal only masturbation, hearing the moans of Lana Rhoades being pounded by giant black cock I went deeper into the rabbit hole following a hardcore rape fantasy Tumblr post to Reddit, I had only posted a few times but some like minded people saw what I was saying and from there I got the directions to a site on the dark web, a site that tailored to the perverse and the perverted, a site that connected people like me with others who felt the same way, but also like me were too chickenshit to do more than sit at home and imagine what it was really like to be a fuck puppet who lives only to serve our owner, a site that would change me and my life, a site that was deep, dark, dangerous and filled with endless mind numbing porn. A site called ‘Club Gomorrah’. I spent the next three days watching, listening, reading and cumming wrapped up in Gomorrah’s arms. Things I fantasised about things I fixated on things I never imagined could exist and despite their well documented existence still refused to believe did. There were others like me, others who were drowning in the ecstasy lady Gomorrah offered to us, people from all over the world all completely anonymous and yet so very deeply connected through our greed and envy.

Club Gomorrah had two types of people, the ones with white names and little halo icons the Anonymous 293’s and 6903’s, the walk ins and the one timers, people like me or the person commenting on the video of a woman being suffocating to death on a cock in the jungle, the person telling everyone she was famous and how she just fucked her biological brother, the begging teenage slut, looking for someone in her local area to private message her for a rape fantasy meet up. The people who had a bit of their soul still left to sell, and the other type of people in Club Gomorrah, those who were buying. The Red usernames with devil horn icons, actual names and personalities SissySarah, 454, MasterTheo, SuckingSlave33, Sakura. These were the people in charge, the people that not only set up Club Gomorrah but made the products within. I spent my time searching for the same old porn, big cock, chastity, sissy, cuckold, forced feminiseation, rape, bondage, cum eating, throatfucking and deepthroating, the same old categories but with new never before seen clarity, when you search for something on Pornhub or Tumblr and get things close to what you wanted but that don’t hit the nail quite on the head. Club Gomorrah had the specifics and then some, I kept going deeper and darker long after I used the last drop of cum in my body. It wasn't about getting high of the fantasy anymore. I wanted to step into the water and not just see how hot it was, I wanted the fantasy to be my reality. So I started talking to other people, asking what it was like to submit to the alpha, to worship the thick massive cock in their hands and to be a toy a slave a sub and a sissy. A real one. I started to ask for… attention, but I had no Idea thatI would get so much.

Anonymous648: My name is…

I took a second before I typed it in, my hands shaking and a ball in my stomach.

Anonymous648: My name is…Ryan, I’m new here and I’m a little nervous to do this, as its my first time. But… I just came here looking for another site where I could find porn to jack off to, and I found it, a lot of it in fact. The best there is I think. But this post isn't about me asking about the porn or telling everyone how much or how hard I have cum over the last three or four days. This post is about me coming to a realisation, well more like admitting to myself what I already knew really. I’m ready to take the next step in my life with this whole fantasy I have. I don’t know if anyone will see this post, or if they will give a shit about the person writing it… but I’m doing it anyway if I don’t I might as well just go back to Tumblr or I don't know, hire a fucking Psychiatrist. So here goes, I fantasise about being a slave, a slave to the sexual desires of others, I want to be turned into a sissy slave and used as a human flashlight for men and women, to be used and played with as they desire. I want to be turned into the most perfect sissy slut slave. I have for… I don’t know how long now. I do however know when I started to want more than porn, I recently got out of a long relationship, it was a good relationship and the sex was good, even if I was only really lying to myself, she was into slapping and choking and those kinds of things. I was too, I got hard with my hand round her throat or spanking her and whipping her, but i think that was all really the part of me that wanted to be receiving not giving, she went off to university out of town and we drifted, she met this guy there and, well I’m not exactly the most heavily endowed guy, at least I got to see how happy she was when a real man was fucking her, here, take a look.

*Anonymous648 has uploaded a video*

Anyway… so I started to fixate more and more on my fantasy, mainly because I wanted to be that happy, and the only way to be that happy is with a big thick cock filling me, and making the person fucking me moan and grunt and cum hard and deep in me. So over the last few weeks I have been going deeper and deeper into this lifestyle, that’s where I found this place. See, I have nothing to loose now, I’m 22, with no people to miss me if I go far away, no obligations or expectations to hold me back… and now, now I have Club Gomorrah as a way to offer myself to whoever wants me… as property. So let me know where I should be delivered. I know I may take some work to be the perfect sissy slut slave, but I’m ready and willing starting… now.

After a few days of searching the internet for what I needed and committing to the new life I envisioned for myself I started to document my journey, openly in Club Gomorrah’s sissyfication/transgender section.

*Anonymous648 has uploaded an image*

This is me now, the me I’m going to erase and re draw the way I want to be, I have bought/ordered all the necessary items to fully alter myself and my body, so I can start to become who I want to be, I have to say its strange to not have facial hair anymore… or any for that matter, I think the guy who I went to for the waxing kind of knew what I was doing it for, his dick was hard the second I said “Full body.” if he had asked… or told me to get on my knees and thank him properly I would have done it without a second thought. I’m trying real hard not to touch or play with my clitty, being addicted to Club Gomorrah is making that difficult, tomorrow I’m heading to the post office now to pick up the first batch of my Sissification kit, a selection of training toys some sexy cloths and a nice tight cage to make sure I don't get too carried away when you guys tease and tempt me. I’ll post the pic when I get back.

But as I locked my door and headed down the street, little did I know I would never see my laptop or my home ever again.

I started to get exited at the Idea of finally starting down the path I had chosen as I made my way down the path to my local post office, my dick string as I pictured myself slamming myself down on my new ten inch dildo with my cock locked away inside the most expensive chastity cage online, the post office was a few minutes away and the only one around me for miles, I had been living away from the city for the last few years science my parents went oversees for their work, I had always enjoyed their focus on their work, it afforded me the freedom to do as I pleased and the money they sent me every month came to quite a bit after I added my own pay to it. We got together with the rest of the family for vacations of course, christmas momentous birthdays and the like, but after they were over we were like bees, each of us off to our own flower for until the next nectar deposit. I got a text from my friend Jay asking if I was going to his sisters big eighteenth birthday party next week, I didn't reply… again. This was the third text in two days about the party, me and his sister had always been close, like siblings ourselves but one who also secretly wanted to strip down and fuck like animals in front of everyone when we spent more than an hour together. Like I said though, we’ve been like siblings for years so its a little difficult to act on those kind of feelings. We both knew there was some sexual attraction there though, it was just too much trouble to go through with it, and since I had decided how I was going to live my life as a sexual plaything for others it made it all the more difficult to commit to anything I might have to break off suddenly if someone from Club Gomorrah got in contact with me. Plus it had been a while science we saw each other and I was mindful that she might ask me out now that I was free. So I was fighting the old me and the easy path. I decided to take the long way to the post office, give myself some time to think of an excuse to why I wasn't going or make a plan to bullshit my way out if she asked me if I did go.

The path through the wooded area was slippery from the rain the night before, used condoms and discarded needles littered the path. The place has gone to shit lately, it was a dark and quite densely wooded area so the dealers tended to take it over at night, and of course with them came the hookers and teenage couples or teenagers just looking for a place away from their parents so they could fuck. I stopped a minute to send the text, retyping it twice as I tried to make the lie more convincing, thats when a black car came down the road behind me slowing as it came to a stop beside me. The back door opened and out stepped a woman my age, long black hair, wearing deep red lipstick and a matching dress that was tailored to show off her breasts and short enough so that you could almost tell if she was wearing underwear or not. She had an almost asian look to her but I couldn't tell where exactly she got it from, her eyes brown, the lashes flowed softly into her makeup, her lips full and soft, she had several areas of skin tattooed, one glance at her ample bosom told me she wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples were erect and combined with the piercings they almost cut through the dress. Her hair bounced along with her tits as she strutted directly over to where I was standing.

“Catching anything honey?” she said with a giggle. Her voice was like warm honey, her tongue was pierced too and now she was close I could smell her perfume. She was like a selection of flowers, the only way I can accurately describe her scent is to say she smelled… soft.

At first I thought she was asking me if I was some kind of male hooker. But as she closed my almost drooling mouth I realised she was giving me a way to not seem like the total perv I obviously looked like, and then I turned an instant shade of deep red. Her delicate finger was soft too as it brushed my lip.

Breaking out from my almost comatose state I managed to pull a lie from my ass. “Uh, sorry. Guess I was spacing out.”

“Waiting for someone?”

“Oh… uh no I just topped to reply to a message.”

“I’m here hunting, its a real pain and really too cold for it today. But I just gotta catch this one, so thats why I’m here.

“Hunting?” Is she an undercover cop or something. She probably thinks I’m waiting for a dealer, like I’m a fucking junkie or something.

“Mmm hmm, I don’t usually go out hunting but I met someone online and I… I don’t know how to say it but they just… stole my heart. I kind of see a bit of myself in them y’know. I begged and begged to be the one to come and get them. I want them all to myself for along as I can have them.”

This girl is either a cop, a serial killer or just maybe plain fucking crazy. I decided it was time to get the hell out of the dark witness less clearing, but as I did she started to get very close to me, she took in a deep breath, closing her beautiful brown eyes and after a moment sighed even deeper, pressing up against me, she was just a little shorter than I was and so very very warm. Her breasts pressed against my chest as she began to nuzzle and brush her hair against me like she was the human version of a cat that was due for some much needed attention. Backed up against a tree my instincts were telling me to shove her away and make a break for it. My now rock hard cock on the other hand was even more confused than I was, a thing she quickly noticed.

“Mmm, someones exited, getting all hard from just me being close to you. She let out a playful moan as she worked her way into my pants and started playfully stoking me. “Oh fuck… I’m going to have so much fun with you Ryan.”

I was lost in the pleasure and the excitement for a moment, but then I realised what she had just said. But before I could do or say anything I felt a sharp sing in my neck and as I pushed her off me my vision started to quickly become blurry, a tingling sensation in my arms and legs fell over me in a warm wave quickly followed by a cold wet thud from the ground. I thought I was dying, that I had just been killed, that my life had been stolen and that I was going to heaven… or hell, or whatever there is after death, but the reality was… I was going to somewhere worse and better at the same time.


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