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Jake felt a cool breeze gently sliding over his new skin, sending shivers down his shoulders and spine. His naked body shivered as he knelt down before the stranger. He could feel his heart racing inside his chest as his gaze fixed upon the man's stiff, throbbing penis. 'What the hell is going on?' He wondered. 'How did I get here?' It was a question he knew would go unanswered.

Jake took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, feeling how his big boobs bounced softly as he inhaled deeply. He could feel his nipples harden, growing erect and sensitive, but not from arousal or excitement. They were hard simply because he was naked. His hair had grown back to almost his shoulders since his head was transplanted, and the scar from the world's first head transplant was barely noticeable. It was covered by a thick layer of makeup that made him look even more feminine.

Back then, Jake had been a man and the owner of a large company, a rich bachelor who enjoyed the luxuries of life. Everything was great until someone kidnapped him and transplanted his head into the body of a young woman. These days after surgery, he lived in a prison cell as a prisoner, while his head was adapting to its new home, and his brain was slowly accepting its new body.

Of course he could have tried to resist further and fight them, but that would mean either spending the rest of his life in prison. Or, the second option, he had to agree to become a prostitute. It was not something he wanted to do, but at least this way he would get some freedom.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" the man asked impatiently, unbuckling his belt and zipper, and took out his cock. Jake flinched. It was the first time he had seen another man's cock up close. And he was so... ugly. Long, pink, and wrinkled, with a bulging vein on the top.

"I'm not going to do it." Jake said firmly, taking a deep breath. "I've changed my mind. I'm not a whore. Let me go. " His voice was soft and high-pitched like a little girl.

"I paid good money. And you will work." said the man with a menacing look and grabbed Jake's arm. He felt his whole body freeze. "Don't make me use force."

Jake swallowed. It was impossible to escape, he had tried it many times before and failed. They were all too strong. He was helpless.

"Do it. Come on, put it in your mouth."

His eyes were fixed on the client's cock. He was breathing quickly. Jake slowly got closer, then reached out with his right hand, wrapping his fingers around the base of the shaft, squeezing lightly. 'Can't believe that's happening to me...' The cock was hot and pulsating.

"Put it in your mouth, bitch." the client urged, his voice hoarse. Jake was silent, looking up into the client's eyes. The man's face was expressionless, his gaze was steady.

"Just give me a few more seconds, I have to..." Jake began, but the man suddenly pulled away and shoved his cock back in his pants. "Wait, wait! I mhm-hm!" Jake didn't have time to finish his sentence when his head was pushed forward and his mouth was stuffed with a large cock.

"Suck, whore. That's the job."

Jake's heart was pounding. It was the first time he'd ever done something like that. 'What the hell are you doing to me?! I was a fucking man, not a woman!' he wanted to scream, but couldn't.

Jake closed his eyes and slowly moved his lips along the length of the client's shaft. 'This is disgusting, horrible... I hate it!' He didn't even realize how he was doing it, but suddenly, when his lips were at the base, he opened his mouth wide and took the whole cock inside.

"That's it, bitch." the man grinned, enjoying the sight. "Now suck, don't just sit there." His voice sounded strange, his tone was harsh, but his expression was not threatening.

"Mhm-hm... I..."

"Come on."

Jake couldn't hold back anymore. With a low moan, he began to move his head back and forth. It felt so unnatural and weird, but after short time client's hands grab his head and started push deeper and faster. 'What are you doing? I'll choke!' Jake thought, panic rising in his throat, but he was powerless to resist. He was helpless.

In the next room, through a hidden camera, a bunch of guys were watching the show. They were laughing and commenting on every detail.

"Damn, he's really sucking like a real slut." one of them laughed, watching the monitor. Another man joined him, holding a bottle of beer. "Yeah, he's a real whore. A pretty little cunt, no wonder." he chuckled. "It's a shame we don't have the audio. It would have been perfect."

"Stop it." a third guy came up to them. "Our task is to make sure that this bitch learns everything necessary to become a real whore. If she succeeds, she will be sent to work in a brothel. And if not, we will send her back to jail. So don't joke. Do your job."

Big guy with a beard and glasses finished his speech and looked at the screen. Jake was now in doggy style position as the client fucked his pussy from behind. His hands were gripping the sheets and his face was a mixture of disgust and arousal, while fro his mouth came only a low moans and gasps.s hands were gripping the sheets and his face was a mixture of disgust and arousal, while fro his mouth came only a low moans and gasps.