This is so humiliating. I knew it was a trap… and I still came alone.
My name is Mike. I used to be the toughest guy in my gang. With my strength and skills, we conquered territory fast. I never cared about rivalries between leaders or their stupid wars. My only interest was always protecting my sister and keeping her away from this life.
The deal was simple: I helped the leaders expand their control, and in return, they made sure my sister could live a normal life, far from the violence.
But all good things eventually come to an end.
For several months I had known my sister had a boyfriend. His name was Kevin. He seemed like a decent guy; actually, he was kind and respectful. He wasn’t involved in any gang or conflict, so I gave him my approval when I saw how well he treated my sister and how happy they looked together.
One afternoon, after the daily patrol, I received a call from Kevin. When I answered, I noticed his voice sounded… different. The tone was the same, but the way he spoke had completely changed. I started to suspect something. He asked me to pick him up in a place outside the gang’s territory and, above all, to come alone because he was with my sister.
It was way too obvious that it was a trap.
Still, I couldn’t risk it. I knew my sister was there because Kevin was there. I approached very carefully, taking an alternative route. I infiltrated without issues, dressed in disguise (the last thing I wanted was to draw attention).
Kevin’s instructions led me to an old abandoned auto repair shop, far from everything. When I confirmed it was the right place, I grabbed a wrench as a weapon and approached silently. Then I saw him.
Kevin was there, completely calm, fucking a young Asian girl from behind with her skirt pulled up.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I demanded. “You called me here to watch you cheat on my sister?”
Kevin turned his head toward me, just noticing my presence. Instead of getting scared, he greeted me with total calm, as if nothing was wrong.
“Welcome, Mike,” he said, not stopping his hips.
The Asian girl could barely stay on her feet. It was clear they had been at it for a while. I raised the wrench, ready to smash his skull, but right then she looked at me and screamed my name:
“Mike, quick! You have to get out of here!”
How the hell did she know my name? I didn’t get the chance to ask. As soon as she finished speaking, she shouted again:
“Behind you! Watch out!”
I woke up some time later with a terrible headache. Everything was spinning and my body felt numb. Kevin stood in front of me and started talking. My vision was still blurry, but I clearly heard him say that I had been “a pain in the ass” all this time. That because of me the gang had lost a lot of territory. Now that he had me in his hands, he would make sure I was never a problem again. Then he ordered them to remove my restraints.
When I finally regained clear vision, I saw my sister in front of me… or so I thought. She was there, staring at me… but something wasn’t right. When I tried to move, she moved exactly the same way. It was a mirror. The person reflecting back was me. I had woken up in my own sister’s body.
Panic overwhelmed me. This couldn’t be real. I quickly connected the dots. Kevin had never spoken or acted like that. The only logical explanation was that he wasn’t the real Kevin either.
“You’re from the rival gang, aren’t you?” I asked.
He smiled and nodded. It was insane, but if I was in my sister’s body, anything was possible.
“And the Asian woman from earlier? How did she know my name?”
Kevin let out a low laugh.
“You’ve known her for a long time too.”
Then he gave an order and the door opened.
The same Asian girl entered… but not walking. She was on all fours, crawling, while a half-naked man fucked her with every step she took.
“Mike… I’m sorry,” she said with a broken voice. “Looks like you couldn’t escape. It’s my fault. When your sister asked me to come to these places, I never imagined it would end like this.”
That voice… that way of speaking.
It was Kevin. The real Kevin was trapped in the body of that Asian girl.
I looked at the fake Kevin and asked angrily:
“Who the hell are you?”
“It doesn’t matter who I am,” he replied coldly. “The only thing that matters is that I took you out of the game.”
“And my sister? Where is she?”
“I don’t know, and I don’t care.”
Rage blinded me. I jumped up and tried to hit him.
It was useless.
He dodged every punch with ease. When I finally landed one, it barely moved him a few centimeters, while my fist (my sister’s fist) hurt horribly.
“Get this straight,” he said with a cruel smile. “You may have been the king of fights, strong and unbeatable… but your sister isn’t.”
He was right. This body had never thrown a proper punch in its life. Without any effort, he grabbed both my arms, completely immobilizing me. He lifted me off the ground like a rag doll.
“So light…” he murmured, amused.
With one movement he threw me to the floor, showing who was in complete control. Then, without another word, he ripped my panties apart, leaving my sister’s pussy completely exposed. I understood perfectly what was coming. I begged him to stop. I promised I would never mess with them again, that I would disappear forever. He didn’t care. In seconds, he penetrated me with his huge cock.
Every thrust was brutal. An intense pain I had never felt before… but also something else. Something I didn’t understand at first. My pussy got wet very quickly, making his movements easier. My back arched on its own and erotic, shamefully loud moans started escaping from my mouth, like something out of a porn movie.
It was horrible.
They were dishonoring my sister’s body and all I could do was moan like a whore. I had no strength to resist. I could only feel his thrusts getting faster and deeper. The pleasure was intense. With every moan I hated myself more, but I couldn’t stop.
Hours passed.
He changed positions again and again, each one more humiliating than the last. When he finally seemed tired, he released his last load deep inside my womb. The effort was so much I almost passed out. Still breathing heavily, I tried to pull myself together. The fake Kevin seemed surprised I was still conscious.
“Congratulations,” he said sarcastically. “You proved you’re really strong. Now I’m going to enjoy you until the boss arrives.”
Luckily, the boss had just arrived at that moment. I straightened up as best I could. I wanted a front-row seat to see who the son of a bitch behind all this was. The surprise was even bigger when I saw that the person everyone called “boss”… had my face.
He didn’t say anything at first. He just approached, stroked my head with fake tenderness, and observed my new body carefully. Then he ordered everyone to clear the room. I stared at him, gathering the little strength I had left, and asked:
“Where is my sister?”
He smiled mockingly.
“She’s fine. She’s in another body… and under my care. She’ll stay fine as long as you behave.”
Then he told the fake Kevin to keep me under his watch. He agreed, took me by the hand, and led me out of the room. The last thing I saw was the real Kevin, still in the Asian girl’s body, being lifted while they continued mercilessly abusing him.
I don’t know exactly what’s going on or how I’m going to fix this. But I won’t sleep peacefully while my sister is still in danger. Hold on as long as you can, Kevin. I won’t forget about you either.
To be continued…
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