During this time on my life with the "Master" it had developed a routine.
After I was healed up(which took 6 months to heal fully) the "master" had took the liberty to give me a complete make over, by trimming my hair even, and getting rid of any unwanted body hair. not that I had much to begin with.
He also brought me a bunch of really feminine cloths but as I literally had nothing else to wear and I didn't want to be naked all the time I had to wear it.
the cloths brought was really questionable... like the really short skirts or short shorts that had a hole in that back.
I still can't get over some of the anime cosplay cloths he had got me.
It's during this time that u found out the the master was a anime fan and would be constantly watching it.
although most of hat he watched had boys getting taken by guy or what I would one day come to love more than anything futanaris.
But at that time all I could think about was the discuss from looking at it. and look at it i was forced to do as the "master" said watching it would help me better understand his taste.
I also found out that a femboy is and to hear that term directed at me left me with feelings of anger and rage as I was a perfectly straight boy without any werid fetishes.
But my feelings really ment little to him as he did as he wanted.
The first night he came in my room after the time i sually go to sleep scared me senseless, he was wwaaaayyyy bigger than any other I had if the pain from not being able to sit or walk properly foe a week afterwards.
If all the others where coffee straws than this dude was the real eggplant emoji.
it was huge purplish and the girth was insane.
apparently this is also his reason for cultivating his "flowers" as even a normal female with have serious problems trying to take that so before hand while I was still healing in order to prevent me from "closing up" as he said.
He put a massive dildo inside me and I had to keep it there unless told otherwise.
if I did take it out he said that the punishment would be 3 electric shocks back to back, and even bigger dildo, and also when he finally does take me he him make it his mission for it to hurt as much as possible.
With this incentive I didn't dare try to take it out even though it hurt like hell and me moving around with inside me sent fresh waves of pain through my body.
I didn't move around all that much as I was still healing and it got to the point that 3 months in I didn't feel it at all as I moved around.
But even all that was not enough, for that night as I was left internal injuries that had to be healed by his friend in the medical friend.
who after I met the first time my impression was of a vertically challenged fat greedy troll.
The way he looked at me the first time was like a goblin hoarding his gold or his broodmares.
After i was healed and the master tried again this time only leaving unable to walk for a day and a half.
he deemed me cultivated enough to share with his friend.
The first time I saw the troll( which is what I called in my mind as he never gave me his name and didn't talk much outside of treating my injuries) I can see why the "master" "cultivated" me first as while not as long he was definitely wider the the master.
i spent another 4 days healing from those injuries.
From there for the next 4 year I stayed with the "master" and while I wasn't passed around he did let some of what he call his more "cultured" friends have at me.
while all that was going on I was granted the privilege of have a small t.v. in my room plus a smartphone with parental controls enabled to prevent me from going online asking for help or calling the police.
All I could do watch watch anime on a old DVD player or watch and read anime and what I mainly loved was anime fanfics as it would take the wishfullment of viewers of anime to new levels and in my life I wanted nothing more than to escape.
I wished for the same thinks countless people wished for.
a new life...
..... a chance to redo everything and not be powerless while doing so.
I prayed fervently foe the chance but it never came like it did with others.
Maybe I need to find a chance to sneak outside collar be damned and find the the legendary truck-kun.
But of course I'm stuck in my room most of the time.
bonly time I really come out is if the "master" had his "Cultured" friends over and want me to walking around serving then in a feminine cosplay outfit.
how could I possibly make it outside my room without being layed out on the stairs.
this was not the life I would have chosen for myself and if I could go back I would had beat the sh$%= out ogmf my former self for even thinking about going in that house that day but now that I reincarnated I don't have to worry about regrets.
My time with the "master" came to an abrupt end as it seems that one of the master "cultured" friend blew the whistle that I was there to the police.
I guess he had recognized me and his conciseness was eating away at him know I was a missing boy.
The master got a tip the police was coming from one of his high up friends in the force, and had me immediately transported underground in the basement to another house that was connected to it.
from there I was pasted to three guys who put me in their van in the garage with no one seeing, from there a rag was placed over my face.
startled at the rag I instinctively drew breath thinking it was to suffocate me which wouldn't be new but as my mind fogged up and I fell asleep I new that drawing breath was the wrong move.
when I awoke I was it was dark.
not so much from lack of light outside I just knew instinctively I was wearing a blindfold.
with how many times I've been blindfolded how vould I not know.
but besides that all I could guess was that I was in some room with a draft as it was cold where I was.
Before I go into the next part it should be know that during my time with "master" he had people he knew somehow or another that was in the medical field.
more specificly body augmentation.
it was through these people that I had undergone a full body reconstruction, primarily focusing on the face as he wanted to take me out without people recognizing me.
I was given the works, new feet, slender leg but thick thigh, a bbl, I had my little jr. basically sliced to just a third it's original length,long shapley arm, swan neck and a completely different face.
no one who saw me beforehand how that I was the missing kid everyone was looking for
while I was sitting thinking about what was going to happen to me the door to the room I was in opened and more than one person entered.
when the blindfold was ripped of I got a look of what was in front of me...
One word resurfaced in my mind..... HELL....
standing in from of me where a group of guys ranging from middle age to old, about 2 dozen I total.
All i undressed staring straight at me.
I immediately voided my bowels from from extreme fear.
The reason the was have was quite clear judging from there boners and it didn't help that I was still where some cosplay maid outfit
They didn't say anything....
I guess they didn't need to they talk something else do the talking for them.
I don't know how long I was there I do know that from that moment forward there was no salvation for me.
I knew neither time, voices, people all mashed together but what did come through was that each and everyone of them where males.
and every single one of them was bigger than me.
I spent the last years of my life going through the "second cycle".
I was never in one place for to long, always moving through different houses, cities, and states.
my ability Imaginary space becomes increasingly stronger for me to the point I could craft different worlds for me to travel through Just like the fanfics I read before I became the ultimate protagonist.
I sometimes see some of the items I imagined in my space appear in the real world or a fraction of a second.. . or maybe im more gone mentally than I thought.
My fear of males reached an unprecedented amount.
To to point where just the thought of one would leave me in fear and helplessness unable to do anything until I knew that there was none around me.
The last day of my 1st life was particularly brutal and gorey
On this day I was given to a single man. look wise he was a regular average guy you would see on the streets.
But this man who will be the one to finally end my life.
When I was handed to him I just came from rape-touture gangbang except as you now the only one being penetranted was me, and it was again too many for me to count.
By this time I was once again a complete and filthy mess.
All traces of augmentation was going.
years of non-stop rape torture sessions will do that to you.
Even though I haven't looked at a mirror in years I knew I that been stopped looking like the "cultivated flower" once under master a long time ago.
and besides I stopped caring about my appearance years ago also.
so when I was dumped infront of this guy I don't know what he saw but whatever it was it make his face split into the biggest smile I ever seen.
By this point I had no resistance whatsoever.
so whatever he want to do to me I knew I experienced it before.( oh how wrong I was)
later when he had me in his basement he tied me to a werid chair with part of the bottom gone.
so even though it got sliced ito a third I'm stuff was still hanging out in the open.
I didn't think to much .. welllll wasn't really thinking at just looking at him with dead eyes as he secured both my wrists and ankles to the chair.
he also pull out ducktape to put around my mouth.
That got a little bit of a reaction from me as from past experience I have also developed a fear ducktape, or more specificly the sound it makes as you tear a piece off.
once it was over my mouth I watched as he moved to a set of cabinets in a corner and from them he pull out a old stereo, and a big red tool case.
During this time he has not said a word to me and I didn't say any back so silence before he plays his stereo is deafening.but once he starts playing music he starts to hum along with my while fiddling with stuff inside the box.
As this goes on I watch as he eventually takes out a big pieces of pliers that doesnt look like any I've seen as it sharp with a werid hole shape on the inside.
he walks towards me humming with a big grin across his face like Christmas came early.
Once in front of me my same old fear washes through my system and i welcomed it.
I found out that by welcoming it I could keep the pain away for some reason.
I just close my eyes ready for him to began whatever sick twisted fantasies he had and not long after I close my eyes I felt something in my fingers.
but because of my fear I didn't recognize the pain assaulting my body was the wrong kinda of pain. the kind of pain that would've had many others blackouting not from how much it hurt.
But from the pain and knowledge that there way catastrophic damage done to the body that way non-reversible.
so when I opened my eyes to see what he had done to me my first thought was"thats a lot of red" before something hot and excruciating pierce my hand all the way to my core.
The noise I should made at the beginning was finally released as I finally get a real good look at my jailer.
He still had the grin on his and it looked it relaxed some when he applied the hot coil to my severed stomp which used to be my left ring finger.
Because of the ducktape minimal sounds really came from me even though I was wide awake screaming at the top of my lungs.
He started small alternating between fingers and toes.
after that pieces of my ears ... all slow and deliberate until both where completely gone.
after that he cut off what was left of willy jr. taking real pleasure hearing my screams as he burn the stub. after that my balls was quick to go too followed soon behind by my eyes and tongue.
While undoubtedly the the most traumatic experience of my life I have to hand it to him he kept me alive even after pulling out all my teeth.
from there to prolong the suffering instead of next just cutting off my arms and legs next.
He broke every single cm of my bones in my extremities.
Then he skinned what was left of me.
until finally taking my last breath I vaguely had the sense of him laying me on the floor.
Only to brutally stomp on my neck breaking it.
Finally ....I am allowed to rest after so much pain and suffering I finally knew oblivion.
The last thought on my mind was can I finally met ROB and start my real life.
The one I always dreamed of.