The Story of a Dick-Girl

By Tristan Biggs

In an age in which her kind is being ruthlessly persecuted, Jaynna - a transgender - tries her best to live a normal life and find someone to help her fill the void left by her lover who went missing, and is considered dead. She is in for a pleasant surprise at the end.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tristan Biggs
• Release date: May 1, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463109342

Tristan Biggs

I was born in Zimbabwe (then still Rhodesia), and was brought up in a home without television. This was why I developed a great love for books. Unlike most boys of my age, I did not go for the likes of Enid Blyton - we were not allowed to read those books - or the Hardy Boys. Instead I preferred books like the Seven Chronicles of Narnia (C.S Lewis), and of course The Hobbit from which I graduated to the Lord of the Rings. I also enjoyed listening to audio dramas on the radio. When I reached my teen years, I used to smuggle magazines like 'True Confessions' and 'Intimate Confessions', so that I could mix some spice into my reading matter.I was also an avid writer, and actually enjoyed the Creative Writing part of the school's English curriculum, something that was encouraged by my English teacher at the time. A few years ago, I decided to try and publish some of my own work. My first attempt was in printed form, and was not very successful. So instead I turned to online publishing sites, and have not looked back. My work combines my love for fantasy/Sci Fi with more spicy content.

Book preview

CHAPTER 1:

This is a tale about a young llianar named Jaynna. Her people were also known by a few derogatory terms in certain realms like that of the Vilya where she would have been called a ‘Dick-Girl’. Others would have called her a ‘Tranny’ – short for ‘Transsexual’, or even a ‘She-Male’. But according to her people, she was a beauty with shoulder length auburn hair, dark brown eyes and full lips. Her figure was slender and sensual, with proud breasts, small but full rounded hips, and a well-proportioned butt. Amongst her own kind, she would have been considered as on the fringe of being a she-man and a she-male. This was because her dick was larger than most other she-males but not as big as the average she-man. Her balls were relatively small – so she would not have really been considered as having ‘the full-package’ – but her honeypot was developed enough so that she could be ‘sired’ successfully. In other words, she could bear children. The likelihood of her ever siring offspring of her own was considerably less because, although her balls were able to produce semen, it was almost clear and thus lacked the fertile seed.

One night as she lay sleeping, Jaynna swore that she could feel her beloved Ysha in the bed next to her. The sensation of her warm and tender body close to her, and her soft hands touching her, made Jaynna groan with excitement and anticipation. Her desire soared even more when Ysha began to caress her erect penis with her gentle hands, and then envelope her eager member with her sensuous lips. She felt her dick jerk and quiver as Ysha’s lips and delicate tongue laved its sensitive tip. Her other hand cupped Jaynna’s balls and gently squeezed them. Jaynna’s hips began to buck slightly off the bed as the first offering of thick pre-cum appeared at the tip and began to ooze down the throbbing shaft.

Alas, she woke up to find that it was but a dream. But the desire was not. Jaynna knew that if she did not pay heed to her longing, her balls would ache for the rest of the day, not to mention the knot in the pit of one’s gut that follows an unattended hard-on. And so she knelt on the wooden floor of her cottage and began to pleasure herself. As she caressed the shaft of her large penis, Jaynna’s longing for Ysha’s touch did not diminish. Her balls were laden with sperm that made them feel like small lead weights between her thighs. The heaviness was relieved as her cock began to pulse and her hips thrust her erection forward as if she was fucking an invisible lover kneeling before her.

After a while her legs became tired, so she moved to the table and went onto all-fours on top of it. She then used her one hand to steady herself while the other worked up and down her throbbing dick. Her eyes closed as she felt her cock convulse and pre-cum began to drip onto the table. Her balls drew upwards, and her member began to fill with semen. Her knees and thighs were quivering uncontrollably, so she sat on the bench and put the swollen tip into her own mouth. For a moment she ignored the slightly sweet taste of pre-cum, closed her eyes, and allowed her dream to return so that it was Ysha’s mouth and not hers. This lasted only a brief moment. As her cum reached the tip, her penis jerked free from her lips and shot its load straight at her face.

Although her physical need had been satisfied, Jaynna still longed for the day when Ysha would be in her arms again. She wept as she washed her face and then cleaned the table-top. Her broken heart longed for her lover’s touch. But – alas – it was doubtful that her lover was even still alive. For these were hard times for the Llianari and Elf-Kind alike …

… Ysha was wandering through the forest alone. Her mind began to recall the previous night. The vision thereof was so clear that she could almost still feel Jaynna’s body close to her. She could taste her kisses, and relish the feeling as they stroked each other until their desire reached its zenith. She could even feel the warm tickle over her right hand that Jaynna’s cum had caused as it flowed down from her elegant member.

All too soon, Ysha felt her own cock begin to swell. So she sat down on a boulder and began to jerk off. At first it felt like any other orgasm, but as her rapture approached, she felt a new even more intense sensation. As her cock began to throb uncontrollably, she felt her female parts react to the stimulation as well. Her hips bucked so violently that she nearly fell off the rock. Soon she realised that she was about to cum from male and female organs. Her seed exploded from her male member in jets of sperm-rich semen while her vulvae became saturated with the secretions that squirted from her pussy, and trickled down her butt cheeks.

As this happened, Ysha whispered: Thank-you Goddess! For she knew that she had received the ‘Goddess’s Blessing’, a gift peculiar to Ysha’s kind during which the llianar would experience both a male and a female orgasm simultaneously.

She did not have time to relish in the experience however. Just then she felt a calloused hand over her mouth. In it was a wad of white cloth. Her throat and lungs began to burn as though on fire. Before she could struggle free, she sank into oblivion.

When Ysha awoke, she found herself naked and alone in a dungeon cell. Her head spun as she tried to remember what had happened. She was thirsty and hungry. At the same time she felt sick to her stomach as well as suffering from a blinding headache. It was then that it dawned on her. Dammit! She murmured, I was drugged!

No sooner had she realised this, then she was able to identify her captors and ascertain the severity of her predicament. Descending the rough stairway was a figure dressed in black. She was flanked by two brawny guards. One carried a flask of water, while the other bore a platter with bread on it. As the person in black drew nearer, Ysha could see her clearly. It was Grendolin!

Grendolin! The leader of the dreaded cult known as the Vilya! They believed that the sperm of a Llianar possessed magical powers that, if ingested, could enhance their own. Thus they had captured many of Ysha’s people and violated them so that they could use their emissions to empower themselves. In some places they even had invented machines to ‘harvest’ semen, vaginal fluids, and even breast-milk from their ‘livestock’.

Grendolin and her sidekick Salendin had been appointed as regents because the queen had died giving birth to her only child. The duo was given rulership until the Princess was old enough to claim her rightful place. That day was drawing nigh, and the two were plotting to assassinate the young woman with the help of their cult followers.

Ah! My prize has awoken. Exclaimed Grendolin. You must be hungry and thirsty. Eat drink my precious. The last two words dripped with syrupy sarcasm and malice.

Even though she wished to refuse, her hunger and thirst got the better of her, and she accepted the offer. Ysha was so thirsty that she did not notice the slight bitterness in the water and drained the whole cup. As she was eating, she noticed a slight tingling as if a mild breeze was blowing onto her naked balls. Soon it felt as though someone was tickling her scrotum with a feather. Before long she felt as though they were being stroked by gentle fingers. Her cock began to stiffen until it stood fully erect, and her butt to tighten and her breathing became laboured as though she was about to cum.

Just then Grendolin ordered her guards to seize her and take her to the ‘rack’. They dragged her to a table in between two she-elves that had suffered the same fate, and bound her hands above her head. Her legs were forced apart and her feet shackled to the floor. Grendolin came up and took hold of Ysha’s throbbing penis and began to stroke it roughly. Despite her wanting to protest, Ysha found that her will was not strong enough to resist the need for release.

The witch put a ring around the swollen base which squeezed it slightly, keeping the organ rigid and receptive while restricting the flow of blood. Using rubber rods, one strapped around her waist so that it acted as a fake cock, she drove into her victim’s open vaginas thrusting them deep inside then withdrawing them so that it felt as if they were being fucked while the two guards masturbated over them. The fake penis was reserved for Ysha. The drug Ysha had been given made her squirt from her vagina as she succumbed to the massive orgasm that was the result of the onslaught. In anticipation of this,