Entrapment. Two Sides To Every Story.
December 18, 2015
I know that you may think me something of a bully, but who cares? Forcing a lad to dress like a girl, act like a girl and serve my cock like a girl against his, or should I say her will, is the most powerful aphrodisiac for me! And looking down at her with her legs open in her pretty little panties; trembling with fear, the wide eyed scared look on her face was making my cock bulge.
PART 1 STEVE'S PERSPECTIVE. My first mistake was stealing the damned shirt in the first place! My second mistake was being caught! My third mistake was not calling the bastards bluff and telling him to go fuck himself in the beginning when I still could, before I was in so deep! Now god knows how I was ever going to get out of his trap. But I was young and naïve, now I would have to keep on responding to the weekly summons to his house until he decides to let me go. It had began last year when I first left school aged eighteen, my first full time job had been working in a department store in the town centre. A very junior position and not great pay as you can imagine, so when I first saw the black Prada shirt we were stocking at the time I knew that I would never be able to afford it. I should have forgot all I about it there and then but of course, being young, I didn't! One day when I was alone in the stockroom I came across a box full of them, still in their packets. I rooted through it and found one my size. As I held it up, temptation got the better of me and in a rash move I lifted up the shirt I was wearing, stuffed the packet underneath and tucked my shirt back in my trousers. Pulling my jacket together, I left the stockroom and hid the stolen item in the male locker room. No-one had seen me and I could pick it up later and smuggle it out, what I hadn't realised was that even the stockroom had a CCTV! Getting the shirt out of the shop on my lunch break was too easy, I nipped home and put it in my bedroom and returned to work. The rest of the day passed without incident and I was looking forward to the weekend, I was meeting up with my girlfriend and could show off my new shirt when we went clubbing. When I got home from work a couple of days later on the Thursday evening my mother told me that a parcel had arrived for me that day. It was a small bubble wrap package, I took it to my room, opened it and saw that it was an unmarked video cassette with a note inside that said WATCH THIS ASAP! THEN SMS TEXT ME ON THE FOLLOWING NUMBER There was a mobile phone number underneath. Intrigued, I put the cassette in my machine and watched in horror as I saw myself in the stockroom at work in the process of stealing the shirt. My blood ran cold, oh god what was I to do? What the fuck was going on here? I took out the tape and destroyed it. I sat in my room for over an hour worrying, whoever had sent me this could have shown it straight to the manager. I would have been fired and prosecuted too; our store had zero tolerance on theft of any sort. However they hadn't! So what did they want then? Only one way to find out, I picked up my phone and wrote a short message. WATCHED THE TAPE NOW WHAT? WHO ARE YOU? WHAT DO YOU WANT? I did not have to wait long for the reply. QUESTIONS, QUESTIONS YOU'LL FIND OUT, YOU WILL COME TO MY HOUSE TONIGHT. WE SHALL DISCUSS IT FURTHER THEN. IF YOU DON'T SHOW I WILL GIVE A COPY OF THAT TAPE TO THE MANAGEMENT TOMORROW. His house? What house? Where? I thought god just what was going on? Hands shaking I replied to the message. ADDRESS?? My phone quickly bleeped again. ADDRESS PLEASE SIR!!!! It looked like someone was playing a game albeit one that I had no choice but to play along with, so I responded. ADDRESS PLEASE SIR Again my phone bleeped. 26 BLACKFRIARS CLOSE. 8PM. YOU KNOW WHERE IT IS? I replied that I did know where it was, it was on a new housing estate on the other side of town from where I lived. So at a couple of minutes past 8PM I walked up the path of the new detached house on Blackfriars close and rang the doorbell, not knowing what to expect from the evening. The door was opened by a guy I had seen before at work a Mr Wilton he was the security manager at the store. Even though I knew who he was I had never actually spoken to him before. He was a big guy, he completely towered over me, I was five foot seven and very slim, he was at least six foot four. Huge barrel chested and thick muscular arms, he looked like he had lifted a lot of weights in his life. He had a broad, hard looking face, the small scars on his face and the shaved head made him look more like an ex-boxer or ex- convict than a store detective I thought. His shirt sleeves were rolled up and the visible tattoos only confirmed that look. I am hopeless at guessing peoples ages but I would say he looked in his mid to late forties. "You're late," he growled. "I said eight o lock, it's now five past, come in." I entered the house. It was tastefully decorated; obviously security manager paid a lot better than my position did. I followed him into the living room, sat in the chair he pointed to and waited for him to speak. MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. I had always liked special girls, you know? Girls with something extra! Dates back to my time in prison, when you are inside with time on your hands you can get very, very horny. As there are no women inside; well, I'm sure you can imagine, a hole is a hole after all. When you are one of the prison tough guys it's a relatively easy task to turn a bitch out. There are lots of young and scared lads in there that will do anything for protection. They are always reluctant at first, until you show them that it is their best option and in their best interests to cooperate. Sometimes violence, sometimes just the fear of violence does the trick. I particularly liked the young, slim, effeminate type myself, easier to think of them as girls that way, because I ain't no fag now am I? I'm just getting what a man needs in an all male environment? I had a selection of different girls during my ten year stretch for armed robbery. Tall ones, short ones, blonde ones, dark ones, White, Afro-Caribbean and Asian. All tough guys at first, all simpering little bitches within an hour of my special persuasion. The best time though was during the last two years of my sentence, when I was transferred to an open prison with a much more relaxed regime We had our own cells, all the better for a bit of privacy with your 'girl'. There were more young first time offenders in there too, the perfect material for making into your 'girl'. Plus myself and the other seasoned lags could mange to get certain items sent in. The Governor of the prison knew what sort of things we wanted and why we wanted them. His attitude was 'if it kept twenty or thirty hardened prisoners happy and quiet ,then so be it'. So he turned a blind-eye to the clothes we ordered from the catalogues, paid for out of our drug earnings and other prison scams. We were the best dressed prisoners in the prison system, we also bought in clothes for our 'girls'. Allsorts of stuff, mini-skirts, tight tops, high- heels, little dresses and of course lots of sexy undies for them. Well what guy doesn't like to see his bird in bra, panties stockings sussies and heels? And believe me some of these 'girls' looked better than some of the real girls you see about! We even got them make-up and the latest fashion magazines. We had our own little harem of bitches, they were dressed like that 24/7. They bought into it too, they realised that it was the only way that they could survive inside. For these softer, more effeminate boys it was better to live on your knees, than to risk death or injury trying to be the man that you are really not! Better to give your mouth and cherry to a man willingly, than to have it brutally taken in a shower rape! You see I have got a taste for boys dressed and acting like girls, not just from fucking them but also from the power trip of making them do it against their will. Breaking them from tough acting boy into submissive obedient girl. This was easier to find in prison than on the outside, in there I had absolute power over them, out here its not so easy to find. I know and sometimes frequent the tranny bars and fetish clubs in town and also go online in the chat rooms and sites but they don't have the exact kind of person I am looking for. As much as I do enjoy my regular sexual conquests on these outings; they are always with experienced trannys that are doing it because they enjoy it too. That's not what I really want, I want a lad that has never done it before, never even thought about it before, a straight lad, a lad that would under normal circumstances never do it. One that I can force to be my bitch, mould him into the perfect girl. That's the thrill for me, the power the domination over him/her! It took my two years to find just what I was looking for. That is, to have a young, slim, boy, the perfect material, putting himself in a position that I can use and abuse! I had got this job as security manager at a department store through my prison network. It's a long story, but the outcome is that one of the main criminal players in this town owns the store to launder his cash. I did time with him and as a result he gave me this well paying job to keep a proper eye on it. The actual store manager is unaware of the true owners' identity and is an honest guy running the store, an unwitting front man. I had seen this lad about before, I often just browsed the CCTV. I had noticed him because of his slight build, only five foot six or so and his shoulder length wavy hair. I would have had him in prison that's for sure, shame I can't have him on the outside I thought! I imagined him in a little mini-skirt, heels and stockings tottering across the shop floor as I manipulated the camera to follow him towards the stock room. As he entered and shut the door I flicked onto the stockroom camera to continue my fantasy. I watched him bending and stretching to reach stuff and I pictured the little skirt I could dream of him wearing, rising up. The flash of the stocking top, a glimpse of 'her' panties. Mmmmmmm I rubbed my crotch feeling my erection grow when, whoa, what was that, I looked up and there he was shoving an item up his shirt and scurrying out. I re-wound the tape and watched it again, there it was, quite clear, he had stolen one of the new Prada shirts. Well now! This was an opportunity wasn't it? How best to exploit it? I made several copies of the tape as a bit of insurance, put all but one in my brief case and put the other in an envelope with a short note. Next I accessed the personal files, found out his name and address and saw that his parents were his next of kin and at the same address. This was good as a young lad living at home with mummy and daddy will be more open to my blackmail plan. He won't want them to find out he has been stealing! I wrote the address on the envelope and took it to the mailbox down the street. I looked forward to the weekend and getting better acquainted with my little 'girl-to-be'. A couple of days later I received the text that I had been waiting for and the next part of my plan began. I knew she, I already thought of her as she! Would turn up that Friday night. So I prepared everything I would need in the bathroom, the living room and the bedroom that we would need for our weekend together. It was five past eight when the doorbell rang and I had specifically told her eight o clock! She would have to learn punctuality as well as many other things. I opened the door and showed her into the living room, indicating for her to sit down. STEVE'S PERSPECTIVE. He offered me a drink which I accepted; he came back in the room with a vodka and redbull for me. I sipped it down, wow it was strong, I also took a blast from the joint he offered me and started to relax a little. He started to make a little small talk with me, I wasn't really sure what the fuck was going on but I humoured him and answered his questions. What my name was? How old was I? How long had I worked at the shop? Was it my first job? Etc. I answered him that my name was Steve, that I was eighteen, been working at the shop for almost a month and yes it was my first job since leaving school. All quite innocent questions he seemed very friendly and genuinely interested, although I am sure he could have looked up all this information from the computer records at work. As I relaxed with drink and joint in hand his questions became a little more personal. He asked me what my hobbies were, to which I replied I didn't really have any beyond drinking, partying and clubbing. He laughed and asked if that was how I spent my days off work, I was then asked if I had a regular girlfriend and if so how long had I been seeing her? I told him that I did and had been doing for over six months now. He looked at me in a pervy, creepy way and said. "Your bird pretty then?" I nodded. "She let you into her knickers?" I laughed and replied that we weren't virgins, but he went on, "She dresses sexy for you? Little short skirts, sexy undies, you know! Is she a good girl?" This really didn't seem like any of his business but I did laugh and say that she did indeed look pretty hot in a mini skirt and yes she did usually wear pretty sexy bras and panties, I even told him about the stockings and suspenders that she sometimes wore as a treat for me. He looked delighted to hear that and said to me quietly, almost under his breath "Good, so you know how a good girl should dress for her man then?" He laughed and I joined him as it all seemed harmless conversation. Then his voice hardened a little, I could tell that he was coming to the point of just why he had summoned me here, it certainly wasn't just for the company! "Well here we are then, been naughty haven't you?" he asked. "Well you have got the tapes," I replied. "Tomorrow I can give a copy to the store manager and one to the police and then that's you fucked ain't it?" he continued. "Unless you are very nice to me that is?" he added. That's probably when I should have run but where to? I could leave easy enough but at the age of eighteen, first job and I am fired and prosecuted for theft. Plus my parents would by mortified, god what a shit predicament, what did this guy actually want? "How you mean nice?" I asked. "You do everything I say and I will consider that being nice," he responded. "Ok," I mumbled, the drink and spliff were beginning to take effect. He sat up and said to me, "First I want you to strip naked and then I want you to suck my cock sweetheart." Wow the drink was strong, my head felt woozy and I belatedly realised that there may have been some drug in it apart from the vodka? I started to protest. I wasn't out from the drug just a little intoxicated. I remember saying NO but he insisted. "Get up and strip naked for me right now or fuck off home and expect the shit to hit the fan tomorrow." "Please I can't," I begged. But he just sneered and replied, "Do as you're fucking told you cunt; don't make me come over there and slap you as well. You're in enough shit as it is." He had me and he knew it. In this state and this position what could I do? He was so much bigger and stronger looking than I was and he had the video-tape of my indiscretion at work. I thought well ok, suck his cock, could be worse, at least I can go home and the matter will be over; so I thought! So I stood up and slowly undressed as he sat there watching me like a tiger watches its prey. He told me to throw my clothes to him as I undressed and he placed them in a big black bin bag. Until finally I stood before him naked swaying slightly from side to side. "I can't do this," I almost sobbed as he glared at me. "On your knees bitch," was his answer as he stood up. I was so humiliated, I could only stammer out, "But I am not gay, I can't suck a mans cock." He laughed, "Neither am I bitch," as he held up a pair of what looked like girls panties. He moved closer to me waving them in front of me. "Know what these are honey?" he whispered. I nodded my head it was obvious what they were. He pushed them closer as he said, "They're pretty little girly panties aren't they?" "What are they?" I acknowledged that they were girl's panties, but he wanted me to repeat his phrases exactly. So I did! "I want you to describe them to me," he whispered again as he held them up. I started to tell him in hushed tones just what he wanted to hear. "They are white girl's panties," I replied, I could feel myself blushing as I spoke. "And?" he demanded. "Are they pretty little girly panties?" "What material are they? Come on I said describe them to me." I felt my resistance ebb away. I just didn't know what to do, in desperation I did as he demanded. "They are white, silky girl's panties," I almost sobbed in despair. "Yes, come on say it," he said menacingly. I gave in any pretence I had in arguing with him and said, "They are pretty little girly panties" "Good," he continued. "That's right, pretty little girly panties. The sort of thing only a girl would wear, right?" he demanded. "The sort of thing your girl wears for you?" "Yea," I agreed trying to play along with him, I didn't like where this was going! "A man wouldn't wear them would he?" "No," I stammered. "I assume you have had other girlfriends," he continued. "Did they wear little panties like this too?" I replied that sometimes they did. "Did they look sexy and girly in them?" I nodded. "And did they ever suck your cock?" Again I nodded. "And was that gay?" he laughed. "No," I said quietly. "So, put them on girl," he said. "Then it won't be gay for either of us will it? I am a man and you are a girl." By now I was just thinking, get it over with, just do whatever he says and get out off there, it will soon be over and no-one will ever know! I slipped on the panties, straightened myself and sunk to my knees. That was my last and biggest mistake. Once you put on girls panties for a man, you are already half beaten, you are vulnerable, he owns you! You are a girl and his girl at that, forever. I realise that now but then at the time, I just wanted an easy way out! As I knelt he took his cock out and waved it in front of my face, he reached down and gave me a sniff from a small bottle (of poppers). On top of the drugs and alcohol I just went bitch up! I surrendered to the moment, opened my mouth and waited. I did not notice him press a little remote in his jacket pocket and the small red light come on in the corner of the room. Didn't realise that the next thirty minutes was being filmed for future blackmailing purposes. That all the film would show was me on my knees, in a pair of white, obviously girls panties, completely compliant and voluntary to the proceedings. "Beg me for the honour of letting you suck my cock bitch," he ordered. "Say please Sir may your worthless little slut have the honour of sucking her Masters cock." I obeyed, too frightened now to stop him. The best thing would be just to get on with it! "Please Sir may your worthless little slut have the honour of sucking her Masters cock," I blubbered. And all the time the camera rolled!! MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. This was easier than I had thought it was gonna be; she had only been in my house for less than twenty minutes and she was already on her knees in just her knickers begging for my cock. The little slut wasn't gonna get it just yet though, this little show was going to perform for the cameras benefit first. I wanted her to appear willing on film so that she couldn't deny it later, a bit more evidence I could blackmail her with if needed. I waved my cock in her face, slapping her cheeks with it, humiliating her. I wanted her to see what it was like to be a slut, to feel the powerlessness of her submission; it was going to be a lot more for her to take than a simple blow-job. Now I had her on film like this I could threaten to send a copy to her family and friends to ensure future compliance. I made her beg like a bitch on heat for several minutes before I decided to grant her request. "Open wide sweetheart," I ordered, she obeyed instantly. "Good girl," I murmured as I rubbed the tip of my hard member across her lips. I pulled her head back by her hair so I could see the look in her eyes as I slowly penetrated her mouth. There was the nervous look of fear in them, just what I wanted too see, she had obviously never done this before. Her little nose scrunched up in revulsion as she tasted her first cock, not a taste she knew or liked, I could tell. She'll get used to it though, they always do! I forced my way further in watching her eyes widen as I hit the back of her throat. I held her hair so she couldn't pull away and slipped my cock head back out to her lips then pushed in again. Tears welled up in her eyes as her gag reflex kicked in but still I didn't stop. This wasn't gonna take long I was already throbbing with my fast approaching climax. God she looked so horny, so vulnerable, so submissive and so sexy. She let out a little yelp as I gripped her hair tighter, pulling it, moaning as I felt my semen shoot up my cock. She tried to wriggle and push me out of her soft wet hole with her tongue as I unloaded my cum in her pretty little mouth. I had her head held firm, there was no escape. She choked and gagged as I filled her up, I am a heavy repeat cummer it was dribbling out over her lips, down her chin. "Swallow it girl," I whispered. Twisting her head round to face the camera I slowly withdrew my now softening penis. It flopped out of her followed by a thick wad of my man cream. I gripped her cum covered face and said to her, "Smile for the camera baby." She was mine now, hook, line and sinker, I reached down to the coffee table for the TV remote and switched it on. "Here watch this bitch," I said as I roughly pulled her round to the TV. The screen showed her on her knees begging to suck my cock, then having it rammed down her throat, finishing with her face splattered in cum. "This will ensure your continuing cooperation I should think," I laughed. "You wouldn't want that little movie arriving at your parents home in a couple of days would you?" She looked horrified. "Especially after I have edited it a bit. It will just show you be a more than willing participant." "But I have done as you asked, I want to go home now," she pleaded. "We are quits aren't we?" her eyes imploring. Poor little cow she still didn't get it. "Oh no sweetheart, we ain't even started yet, that was just the warm-up." "At the moment you're just a lad in panties. You're gonna be a proper little girly for me. "You're gonna be my girlfriend for the rest of the weekend." She shook her head. "I can't," she bleated. "I have arrangements." "Cancel them," I barked. "You will do as you are told or I will find out who all your friends and family are, their addresses, your girlfriends' address and send each a copy of this tape. Plus the management and police will get a copy of the other tape." I could see defeat in her eyes, this was the a sweet moment in any conquest for me. When the silly little bitch first realises that there is no way out. That she is gonna have to go along with everything I say. "Come on stand up, time to go upstairs girl." Guiding her into the bathroom; first I told her to shave her face very closely, taking care not to cut herself. Although she had little body hair there was still some, too much for my tastes anyway. I wanted her smooth all over, like a real girl, it would have to come off, I turned on the shower. "Get in," I snapped at her, as I yanked her panties off. She complied immediately, already on the way to be being completely broken. "Here rub this cream all over your body, wait a minute then wash it off." Again she complied. When she was clear of the cream I gave her a scented soap to use. There was now not a hair on her body, even her pubes had come off. All she was left with was the shoulder length brown hair. One day I may get her to dye that blond I thought to myself. On to the next part of my plan. She dried herself and allowed me to lead her into the bedroom; I had already selected her outfit for tonight. STEVE'S PERSPECTIVE. I honestly thought that he was going to choke me when he first rammed his penis down my throat. I had never realised that it would be so invasive! I was gagging as it hit my tonsils I felt like I was going to be sick. I was relieved that it didn't last for too long; my mouth was soon filled with his hot, thick semen. I swallowed as much of it as I could; he had demanded it and I just naturally complied. It just seemed easier that way! That's when he hit me with my next shock, the camera, the new tape that he had made of me. And worst of all the fact that the evening that I had thought was now almost over; was in fact just beginning and would in fact last for the next two days! He allowed me to SMS text my girlfriend to cancel our arranged evening out together; also my mother telling her that I was staying with friends and wouldn't be home until Sunday night. I then allowed myself to be led upstairs to the bathroom where he ordered me to shave my face then he pulled off the panties I was still wearing and ordered me into the shower. I followed his instructions to rub the cream all over my body. It tingled at first then started to feel a little uncomfortable, I was relieved when he told me to shower it off but a little anxious to see that all my body hair had disapeared; how would I explain that to my girlfriend? When I was dry he took me into a medium sized bedroom with a bed, dressing table, a chest of drawers and a large wardrobe in it. He sat me down in front of the dressing table. Upon which were some items of make-up and what looked like perfume and body-spray. "You stay right here sweetheart, I am just gonna go downstairs and get us a couple of drinks and a joint. We gotta long night ahead of us lets relax and have fun; don't you go away now honey" He laughed as he left the room. Go away? Where was I gonna go away too? I was sat here in this guys' house, with no clothes, so naked I was even devoid of body hair; I had never felt so vulnerable. I was trapped here for however long he wanted and for whatever purpose! He returned and offered me a drink plus a hit on the joint. If I was trapped here then I may as well try and blank it out as much as I could with the drugs and alcohol I reasoned? "Ok girl, time to make you look pretty," he said as he passed me a bottle of pink nail varnish. "Toes first then fingers honey." "Please," I begged him. "Please why are you doing this, what do you want?" I pleaded. But he only replied with a cold hard edge to his voice, "Because I fucking can and because I fucking want to bitch, that's why! "If you wanna be a man and try and fight your way out of this like a man then feel free to try." "But you better make sure you win if you do, coz if you lose I'll beat the fuck out of you, rape you and still get you sacked tomorrow, who's gonna believe your word? I have the tape that proves that you are a thief." I could feel the tears of defeat well up in my eyes, I tried one last protest. "Please, I did as you asked, I sucked your cock, please let me go home now?" But it was to no avail, all he said was, "Do as you are fucking told and I will be as easy on you as I can and that's the best and only offer that you will get all night. Now put the fucking varnish on and stop being a big baby." I put the nail varnish on! After allowing me five minutes for it to dry; he proceeded to hand me a succession of other make-up items with instructions on how to use them. Foundation, black eyeliner, a layer of white thickener on my eyelashes followed by a heavy layer of black mascara. Dark pink eye shadow to go on my eyelids with a paler pink in the socket area, a pink blusher on my cheek bones and a light layer of powder over the top. Finally he handed me some bright pink lipstick, it matched the nail varnish. It was difficult to apply as my hand was shaking and him sat there right next to me watching me intently didn't help! Lastly he told me to brush my shoulder length hair. I watched in amazement as I was transformed from a young man into quite a pretty young girl! I also noticed that he was staring at me in a very disturbing way as he sprayed some perfume on me. "My, my, my," he whispered. "What a pretty little girl you are, my princess. "What are you? "What are you heh?" he demanded again. "I'm a girl," I stammered. "No, I said a pretty little girl, now what are you?" he snapped. Any resistance I had caved in as I capitulated. "I'm a pretty little girl." "A pretty little girl, Sir," he added cruelly. "I'm a pretty little girl Sir," I numbly responded. My transformation however wasn't yet complete; next he wanted me to dress the part too! He told me to stand up and threw a white suspender belt at me. "Put that on, tonight you are going to be my perfect pretty little girlfriend," he snarled. "Perfect in every way, do you understand girl?" Next he tossed over a pair of white stockings; telling me to role them up my arm first then put the foot in and role them up. I pulled them up as high as I could and clipped them to the straps on the suspender belt. I must admit it was quite sensual the way they slid up my smooth skin. He then took a step closer and passed me a white lacy bra with two chicken fillet fillers to pad them out. "As you can see princess, I have been shopping for you. It's very easy when I have full access to our mutual place of work. I can get all sorts of pretty clothes for my beautiful little girlfriend to wear. "Always want you to look your best for Daddy don't we?" he added. He smiled as he passed me the panties. "Here you go sweetheart, put these on. A good little girlfriend would always wear her prettiest panties for her boyfriend. "Even if she was a still a little virgin, just in case, you know," he continued. They were very flimsy, fine mesh, very expensive looking, hot pink. With a sexy lace tie up at the back very girly, very feminine! I felt totally humiliated and beaten as I slipped them on. I realised even then that I had crossed a line that would be difficult to get out from! I was given a short, white lycra mini skirt just long enough to cover my stocking-tops. A tight, stretchy, short sleeved, bright pink blouse that had three buttons on that was cropped to expose my tummy and navel. Then some pink pearl beads to put around my neck. "Here," he said as he passed me a pink bracelet. "The finishing touches that make you a real girl! "And now these," he pointed by the bed. "Now put them on and let's see you." On the floor was a pair of white, four inch heeled, strappy, sandals. I could barely stand in them let alone walk in them. I tottered as I followed his instruction to walk to the bedroom door and back. He laughed as he watched me struggle. "Practice makes perfect honey; you'll see." He was right, although at the time I was thinking that I wouldn't be getting too much practice, as by Sunday this nightmare would be over! How wrong I was! MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. My god she looked pretty! I had really done well this time I thought to myself. She is as good as anything I ever had in prison and it was only the first time for her too! Give her a bit of practice and believe me she was gonna get a lot of practice and she would be a natural at this. She was even quite good at walking in her heels considering her complete inexperience at it. Her slim figure and long legs really suited a mini skirt; her make up and the way she had brushed her hair completed a quite convincing girly look! The way she had naturally submitted to her feminisation made my mind race ahead to the future that I was planning for her! Now that I have got her into my trap there were no limits to what I can 'persuade' her to do! She had shown a little reluctance when I gave her the nail varnish; silly little bitch had even tried begging and reasoning with me. "HA, HA." As if I was going to let her off the hook now. She had completed her make up and dressed for me without any further fuss. When I saw her in her pink and white girly clothes, I knew I had picked the correct look for her. I knew that she was only eighteen and I wanted her to dress, look and feel like an eighteen year old girl. Something that she could relate to; the slutty, sexier look will come tomorrow, when she is a bit more experienced. When she knows what is expected of her; right now she is a little virgin without a clue of what the future holds for her. Although I had already emptied my balls into her mouth I was still horny. Watching her walk about the bedroom, tottering on her heels, made my cock start to stiffen again. Even though I am forty-eight, I can still get hard and shoot a good dollop of cum out several times a night. It was time to take her downstairs and start our 'first date' together. "Come on princess," I said. "Let's go." I took her by the hand and led her out of the bedroom. She had a resigned, defeated look in her pretty little face. My mouth cracked into a wry little smile as I notice her pause and check herself in the full length mirror as we passed. Only a couple of hours in my power and she was already naturally behaving a girl. In my considerable experience of turning out bitches I have learnt that the best technique to employ is a kind of brain-washing. Keep talking to them and make them repeat back to you the phrases you have used. Tell them to describe to you what they are wearing, make them say out aloud just what a pretty little girl they are. Slowly drill into them the instructions of just how you want them to act and think; combined of course with the underlying threat of violence and/or blackmail. If you can get them a little disorientated on drugs and alcohol, then all the better! We entered my living room and I sat down on the large corner style sofa. "Go in the kitchen and get me a beer and a drink for yourself sweetheart," I said reaching for a joint. She hesitated so I said a little more assertively. "Off you go, we both need to relax a bit. We have a long night ahead of us." With a resigned look she disapeared into the kitchen quickly reappearing with the two drinks as I lit the spliff. "Pass me my drink princess." "Don't be shy," I added. She gingerly stepped across the room, bending at the waist to pass me my glass, just like a real girl would. I have noticed over the years that it seems to be the clothing that a person is wearing that dictates their natural movement and body language. You put high-heels and a mini skirt on a guy and he soon find out that girls walk, sit and deport themselves in that, what is considered to be a feminine way for a reason. Balance, modesty and practicality prevail, they soon learn things like, that they have to cross their legs high up when they sit down. That it easier to walk one foot in front of the other in heels, to always smooth their skirts down as they sit, etc. "Put your drink down," I told her, pointing to the coffee table, I gave her a hit of the joint. "Now go and stand over there by the television." She inhaled the smoke, took a quick sip of her drink and dutifully obeyed. Oh yea, she was my bitch already, she will give me everything I want tonight and for a lot longer than that too. Time to move it up a gear! "Well you sure do make a pretty little girl," I said. "What are you?" She hesitated, so I added, "You will repeat everything I say to you girl, what will you do?" "I will repeat everything you say to me," she whispered. "So what are you?" I continued. This time she gave the correct response. "You will always call me Sir." "Yes Sir," she quickly replied. "And I will call you anything I damned well please," I retorted. She bowed her head in silent agreement. "Now tell me what you are wearing starting with your skirt and blouse, tell me what colour they are and how pretty they are." My brain-washing technique began in earnest. She shuffled her feet and looked down to the floor, slowly shaking her head. I pressed the remote control and some gentle back-ground music came on. "Do as you are told girl, you don't want me to come over there and bitch-slap you do you?" I snarled, raising my hand and showing her the back of it to underline my threat. It also showed her that if I ever did have to hit her I would not punch her the way one does to a man! She reluctantly complied; I could hear the shame and humiliation in her voice as she spoke; perfect just as I had hoped! "I am wearing a little white mini skirt Sir," she began. "And a pretty pink blouse." Good, I thought to myself, she is most cooperative. "And?" I added. "White high heeled sandals Sir," she continued. I threw in a couple of adjectives I wished her to use as she described her outfit; all the more to break and humiliate her. Including words like cute, sexy, pretty, girly, etc, I wanted her to accept that only a girl would dress the way she was dressed right now! I told her to move on to her underwear, starting with her stockings. "I am wearing smooth sexy white stockings," my little girl whispered, her voice faltering. "A pretty little white suspender belt and bra Sir," she mumbled. "And what else princess?" I asked adding. "What else have you put on under that horny little mini skirt for your new boyfriend?" "A cute, little, girly pair of flimsy pink panties with a bow at the back Sir," she answered me. "Do you feel sexy and girly sweetheart?" I asked her. She replied that she did, so I told her how pretty she looked, all girls love a bit of flattery. It was something I had noticed with the prison bitches; no matter how much they fought it they always blushed a little when flattered. It must be their inbuilt vanity and she was no exception, everyone wants to be told that they look good; even if it is in something that they don't really wanna be wearing! "I like you looking all pretty and girly," I said. "In all pink and white like a young, pretty little girl; which is just what you are now, a little girl! "Tomorrow when you are a woman, you will dress like a woman. A bit more sophisticated, sexy, classier." I paused to see her reaction, had she spotted the difference between what I classed as a girl and what I classed as I woman? Did she understand just what I was saying and what I meant; did she grasp just what I would do to her tonight, to change her from a girl into a woman? She looked a bit blank, a bit shell-shocked; I have seen this before in their faces. Now to tell her what would be required of her! "You are my girlfriend now, my pretty, little, perfect girlfriend" "You know how a perfect little girlfriend should behave, don't you?" She was looking up at me all doe-eyed; I could see her thinking back to her sexual experiences as a male. The times that as a guy he had been with a girl in this situation, both alone, the house to themselves. Oh yea she knew exactly how a perfect little girlfriend should act. "Well?" I asked. "If you had a pretty little girl all alone to yourself; just what would you be hoping for at some stage of the evening?" I think that is when she finally got it through that dizzy head of hers just what was happening. This was just the scenario that any guy likes to find himself in, a night in with his girlfriend, only this time he was gonna be the girl! She just raised her head slightly and looked at me imploringly; she was so sweet when she did that. She looked like just what she was; a pretty little virgin girl about to give herself to a man for the first time. A little apprehensive, scared even but knowing that tonight is the night she would be made into a woman! STEVE'S PERSPECTIVE. I found his insistence that I repeat his phrases back to him unnerving to say the least and very humiliating. I had no control over this situation and was feeling very vulnerable, he was a little drunk and starting to become slightly aggressive. Staring down submissively to the floor I tried to consider my options and they didn't look good! Firstly he had the tape of me stealing that damned shirt plus the one of me sucking his cock; even though the second one was filmed under duress I knew that an edited version would not show that! It would still be very awkward trying to explain it away to my girlfriend, my family, never mind my mates! Secondly he was a lot bigger and stronger physically than I was and dressed like this was no way for me to try and fight my way out off anything. Even if I could gain a fleeting advantage over him, I could hardly make a break for the front door and run off down the street in high heels and a mini-skirt now could I? Thirdly I was feeling too drunk and stoned, my limbs felt weak, I think he had put something else into that first drink he had given me? Plus the fear of what he would do to me if I did try something silly paralysed me into numbly following his instructions. I felt shell- shocked, scared, mentally beaten into cooperating with him, what else could I do? I knew only too well what he meant when he said; how a man would like his perfect little girlfriend to behave. I had had my girlfriends round when my parents were out and had been round to their houses when they were empty too. I knew just what I wanted as a guy out of the evening and it usually involved them lying back on the sofa with their blouse undone, skirt pulled up and their panties around their ankles! I decided that it would be best to do as he demanded and hope that things didn't get any further out of control. He would probably expect another blow-job though surely nothing more, could he? I mean what else would a guy wanna do to a girl? I shuddered, no surely he would not wanna do that? would he? I didn't notice him pick up the camera until he said, "Hey girl, let's have some souvenir pics to remember you by." "Pose for me like a good girl honey," he laughed. He took several pictures of me standing there, telling me to look and act girly. I posed with my hands on my hips for him, kneeling before him, bending over for him, he seemed happy. "Now sweetheart lift up your little skirt and show me your sexy panties, there's a good girl." I did as he told me, passed caring now I just wanted to keep on his good side! I lifted up my skirt and let him take four or five more pictures, some from the front and a couple from behind with me bending down low. Eventually he was finished and beckoned to me, "Come here darling, come sit next to me on the sofa, let's get better acquainted." He said in his gruff, deep voice. I smoothed my skirt down and walked slowly across the room sitting on the edge of the sofa, to his left hand side, my feet crossed at the ankles, my hands in my lap, looking down to my high heeled feet. The thought went through my mind that I was even behaving like a girl; my attire dictated a certain feminine way of deportment and body language. It was hard not to naturally walk, sit and move like that when you are wearing a mini-skirt and heels! "Closer princess; just like a girl should with her new boyfriend" I slid across the sofa, my thigh almost touching his; I felt his right arm slip around my shoulders. If it hadn't of been for the drugs and alcohol I would have been shaking even more than I felt I was doing. I felt like a girl on a first date, exactly how he wanted me to feel! "I know that this is your first time as a girl so I have got an educational movie for you to watch, watch and learn my pretty little girl." He clicked the remote control and the television came on, he clicked again and the DVD started. As I had already surmised, it was a porn film. He pulled me closer to him as I watched a large breasted blond in a tight pink lycra, dress sat on a sofa next to a well built, dark, Latino guy. He reached over me with a bottle of poppers in his left hand and unscrewed it with his right hand that was around my shoulders. As he did so he was pulling my head down towards the bottle. "This will get you in the mood honey," he whispered. I inhaled deeply, I was completely trapped now; I may as well just go with the flow and use any external help I could get to see this nightmare through! As the chemicals took effect and I passed into a resigned and passive mood I felt his left hand upon my stocking clad knee. His mouth closed in on mine and I meekly surrendered, parting my lips a little to allow his tongue access to my mouth. I had already given my mouth to his cock but this felt different! Whereas before I could have been either male or female to him, now when he kissed me, he kissed me like a man would a woman! As his kisses got harder and deeper, his tongue probing into my ever widening mouth; his hand slid further and further up my thigh. Through the pounding, rushing sound in my ears from the poppers I heard him murmur, "Oh my, my young lady. I'm forgetting my manners now aren't I? "I should remember that you are a pretty little virgin and I should start with your pert little titties first!" His hand went to the top button of my blouse which he deftly unfastened; quickly followed by the next two exposing my white lacy bra. I felt his fingertips gently moving inside it, creeping in between my chest and my false breast. Touching my nipple, stroking it, teasing and squeezing it; I felt it begin to harden like a girls would! I was breathing slower and deeper now, more relaxed and even beginning to mentally accept my new sexual role. It felt different, weird even to be on the other side of this scenario. I knew what it was to be the male in this position but to be the girl was a whole new ballgame; one that I had never before even considered. I thought back to the times I had been the guy sitting here with a sexily dressed young girl. My plan would be to get as far sexually as I could with her, why would he be any different? Especially as when I was with a girl like this, then at least it was all by mutual consent; this time round the girl in the picture, ME! Didn't have any choice in the course of events. He must have read my mind as he lifted his face up only inches from mine and said, "That's it honey, you're my sexy, horny, little girlfriend now. The perfect date, the girl that never says no; the girl that lets her man do just whatever he wants to her, lets his hands roam all over her." He pulled my blouse open as he pushed me back on the sofa. His hands trailed down over my smooth flat tummy, then over my skirt to the hemline. I shuddered involuntarily as he slowly stretched his hand underneath caressing my thigh, reaching my stocking-tops and playing with the attached suspender strap. "Mmmmm I love a girl in stockings and sussies, it shows that she likes to dress to please for her man." Squeezing the bare flesh between them and my panties he continued. "Shows that she is a naughty little girl who knows what a man wants; and knows that she is gonna have to deliver for him." His fingers gently brushed against the little bulge in the front of my panties. "Well you know what a girl has in her panties, don't you princess?" he asked. Then answering his own question he continued to say, "A nice little clitty just like this. "And nice juicy pussy lips like these," he added as he stroked my balls through the flimsy material. "So what have you got in your panties then girl?" I knew that he expected me to repeat that back to him, so I quietly replied, "A nice little clitty and nice juicy pussy lips Sir." His hand slipped further between my legs as he asked me, "And what else does a girl have down there honey?" I jumped a little as his index finger pushed down onto the entrance to my tight little bottom, stroking it with just my panties to protect it from being entered. "Open your legs darling and tell me what this is?" I hesitated, nervous, a little drunk and slowly realising that he was gonna want a lot more than just a blow job from me; he continued his brain washing and seductive technique, saying, "It's a cute, tight, little, virgin, girly, pussy isn't it princess?" He paused for effect between each word. "It's a cute, tight, little, virgin, girly, pussy Sir" I obediently echoed. But he hadn't finished his verbal humiliation yet. "And you no what men like to do to a pretty little girl's cute, virgin pussy don't you sweetheart?" I knew exactly what they like to do but I couldn't bring myself to say it, so he went on to say, "They like to stick their big hard cocks up it and fill it with their cum don't they? Girl!" He spat out the word girl as if to emphasise just what I now was to him. He pushed his finger further; I could feel it rubbing the panties against my 'pussy'. "SAY IT," he demanded. I closed my eyes and said it. "They like to stick their big, hard cocks up it and fill it with their cum Sir." For the first time since I had arrived at his house, he smiled. "So now you know what your pussy is for don't you girl?" I nodded gently, eyes still closed, meekly accepting my fate now. "You are going to be a good little girl aren't you? "You're going to let your boyfriend 'pop your cherry' for you aren't you? "It's a big honour for a sweet little girl like you to give her cherry to a man like me isn't it princess? "So ask me nicely, say please Sir, will you do me the honour of 'popping my cherry' and making me into a real woman for you." I couldn't believe the words that came from my lips; a couple of hours ago I had been a normal hetero-sexual male into girls, football and partying. Now here I was dressed like a girl, clothes dishevelled, legs open, begging a man to fuck me. Wow this was some weird trip! "Can you feel my hands in your panties you little slut?" he said as he slipped his fingers over my smooth skin between my thighs. "Say after me, I am a nasty little slut letting a man put his hands in my panties." Again I repeated it back to him. "I am a nasty little slut letting a man put his hands inside my panties Sir." He stood up and positioned himself between my legs placing his hands behind my knees he pulled them forward so I was laying slouched back on the sofa. My skirt had ridden up to my waist, exposing my stocking- tops, panties and suspender belt. "Oh what pretty little pink panties you are wearing for me," he laughed. "Very girly, what are they?" "V-v-very girl little panties Sir" I stammered. "That's right sweetheart; very flimsy, girly little panties aren't they?" "I- I-Im wearing very flimsy, girly, little pink panties for my man." I was almost in tears now. I must have looked like a complete slut, lying there like that! My blouse was open my skirt up and my legs open; an inviting picture for his perverse sexual fantasies. He must be telepathic as he always seemed to know just what I was thinking as he said, "That's how I like to see my girls, dressed all sexy on their back with their titties out, skirt up and legs open, waiting for their mans cock. "A real man would never present this image to another guy would they bitch? So you must be a real girl then; and you know what real girls get when they behave like sluts don't you princess?" I was well aware of exactly what real girls got when they were in this position and the fear of what would happen next made my body tremble. "Awww look," he said. "The little virgin is trembling with anticipation of her first cock. "All filled with excitement about giving her cherry up for the first time." Even in my drunk and drugged state I had realised by now that the actual sex was only part of the thrill for him. What really turned him on was the power he held over me; the power to make a normal, straight, young guy dress like and act like a girl for him. "Time to make a real woman out of you bitch," he growled as he slipped his shirt off and unfastened his belt. MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. Things were progressing better than I could have even hoped for; she really was weak and girly. Even some of the young lads in prison, scared young lads in a new, dangerous environment had put up more mental resistance than this little bitch had. Ok I had evidence that would make her life awkward; but still a real man would have told me to fuck off and dealt with the consequences like a real man! Not this little pussy though; she was already mentally fucked and I hadn't even shagged her yet! I know that you may think me something of a bully, but who cares? Forcing a lad to dress like a girl, act like a girl and serve my cock like a girl against his, or should I say her will, is the most powerful aphrodisiac for me! And looking down at her with her legs open in her pretty little panties; trembling with fear, the wide eyed scared look on her face was making my cock bulge. This was the moment of triumph for me, when she realises that she is gonna get fucked like a bitch and there isn't a damned thing she can do about it. Her complete surrender into her new feminine role in life, humiliating her as I tell her exactly what I am gonna do to her. I stood between her open legs as she lay back on the sofa and slowly stripped off. Letting her see my broad hairy chest, my thick muscled, tattooed arms; showing her my masculine strength to emphasise my domination of her. I felt like a predator over his kill, the alpha male asserting his will over a weaker one. Removing my jeans and boxer shorts I knelt down between her thighs, running my hands over her stockings and panties. Slipping my fingers inside them to tickle her pussy-lips and the tight entrance to her fuck-hole. I didn't want to handle her too roughly at this stage; I wanted her to know that she was being touched like a woman not a gay man! To push this new experience further for her I ordered her to act like a girl would when a man plays with her cunt. "Come on sweetheart, have another hit of poppers," I said as I passed her the bottle. "Wriggle and moan like a bitch on heat for me." She let out little whimpering, moans as the drug took effect and I could feel her body go limp. "We don't need these any more do we?" I slowly tugged her panties down pulling one leg hole over her heels leaving them still hanging from her other ankle. "I already know that you are a dirty little girl; your knickers will only get in the way now," I laughed. Cute little panties look sexy on a girl, sends out the right message to her boyfriend; but they always look sexier round the bitches' ankles. Dipping my finger into the pot of lube that I had placed under the sofa earlier; I proceeded to prepare her for the main event! She was gonna have her cherry popped, gonna lose her virginity; lube was crucial I'm not a complete bastard! Besides it would make it easier for me as well; virgin pussy can be very, very tight at first! I loved the way she flinched as my index finger pressed passed her sphincter muscle. They always do when they get their bums penetrated for the first time. "Relax honey," I murmured. "I promise that I will be gentle with you," I lied! First one finger then two fingers slipped up her tight virgin fuck- hole; I rubbed the lube up around inside her; then placed a dollop on the end of my cock. I held her ankles and pulled her legs up in the air spreading them wide. I wanted her to feel just how open and vulnerable she was; how easy it would be for me to fuck her, how much she was at my mercy! "God you look so pretty, princess. "So sexy. "So horny," I added. "I'm going to slide my cock up your tight little virgin pussy, what am I gonna do?" I asked. She repeated what I said to her word for word, what a clever little girl she was. "I'm gonna fuck you real good bitch, your pussy belongs to me now doesn't it; who does it belong to?" Again she repeated her lines. "My pussy belongs to you now Sir." She was completely defeated mentally and physically, I owned her now. I could have her however, wherever and whenever I wanted; she didn't know it yet but I had a lot of plans for her! I placed her ankles over my shoulders taking care not to poke my own eye out with her heels; and positioned my cock at the slippy entrance to her cunt. I leaned forward pushing her legs into her chest, bending her double; her virgin love tunnel opened to accept my cock. She was shaking and gently sobbing with fear and anticipation of the pain to come; just how I liked em! "P-p-please don't hurt me," she begged in vain. "Oh it's gonna hurt a bit I'm afraid sweetheart," I laughed. "It's gotta hurt a bit babe. "That's the fun part, I get off on knowing that you are enduring some pain for my pleasure," I sneered. It was true, the more she cried and begged the better, I was the MASTER here and she was my bitch! I passed her more poppers, she was gonna fucking need them! "Now say please Sir, please put your big hard cock up my tight virgin pussy and pop my little cherry, Sir!" I was really pushing the slut now, I wanted to completely humiliate her my making her beg to have her cunt fucked. Again she quickly obeyed me through gritted teeth, tears running down her pretty face. My cock penetrated her outer muscle and I pushed it in an inch or so; her muscles tightened around me, she wasn't relaxing. I have had much experience with 'girls' getting scared and not giving their pussy up easily; so I knew just what to do. I reached down to her bra and pulled out the false tits; then gripped her nipples between my thumb and forefingers. I gave them a good squeeze and she let out a little girly yelp. Good, she really was getting into to her new role in life! My tried and tested diversionary manoeuvre worked according to plan, as usual! The sharp twinge of pain from her tits made her momentarily forget what was happening at the other end of her body. This along with the poppers she had just taken made her cunt muscles loosen up. I knew the moment had come and rammed my hard cock deep inside her; she responded with a scream of shock and pain. "OH MY GOD," she wailed. "OH MY FUCKING GOD," she moaned. She had tears streaming from her eyes making her mascara run, making her look more like a rape victim than a willing slut; she would learn in time I thought to myself. I started to pound her pussy, in and out, each stroke making her wriggle and gasp. The more she moved her hips the more I fucked her; she was trying to break free from my cock but I had her well pinned down. Leaning down close over her face I kissed her, my tongue probing deep into her mouth as she continued to sob. "Mmmm oh yea that's the sweetest taste a man can get, the sweet little girly tears of a virgin as she gives her pussy up to a man for the first time," I said as I licked her salty tears from her cheek. "Oh please Sir it hurts," she continued to bleat. My only reply was, "It's fucking meant to hurt you stupid fucking bimbo!" "You're my bitch now! What are you?" "I'm your bitch now," she obediently replied. "Say my man is fucking my cute virgin pussy hard." She repeated it like a good girl should, she really knew her place now. "Now repeat after me and tell me what you are." I gave her a list of things to repeat and she did so as my orgasm drew closer. "I am a pretty little girl." "I am your good little girlfriend." "I am your nasty little slut." "I am my man's bitch." "I am my Masters slave." "I am his cheap, dirty whore." "I am his personal fuck-toy." "My pussy belongs to him, please fuck me harder Sir." I could feel my balls start to unload my wad of man cream; and I was going to do it deep inside her. Filling her cunt full of cum would let her know that she has been fucked properly like a girl. I wanted her to feel the mixture of cum and lube dribbling out of her and into her panties afterwards when she was in bed. This was so she could not deny to herself at a later date that this thing had happened to her. She had not been fucked like a gay man, had not been raped, she had submitted herself to becoming a girl sexually and had been taken as one! "Beg for my cum bitch," I ordered. She did so probably realising that the quicker I did cum then the quicker her ordeal would be over. "P-p-please Sir, please fill my pussy with your cum," she cried. "P- please empty your big hairy balls inside me Sir." That was it for me, that final abject surrender made me blow my load there and then; filling her up with my hot sticky cream. I pumped away a bit more making sure that she had got the lot inside her. Pushing the drops that had squirted out of the sides back into her stretched, sore fuck-hole with the tip of my cock. "Say thank you Sir," I demanded. "Say thank you for taking my virginity and making me into a more useful woman from now on." With a hushed voice she complied. "Good girl; now put your panties back on and straighten your skirt you little slut. "Time to go fix up your make up, pretty yourself up for bed, the night ain't over yet." I pulled her up and slapped her arse as she pulled up her knickers and adjusted her skirt as if trying to protect her modesty now the deed was done, very girly I thought. Taking her hand I led her upstairs to the bedroom. STEVE'S PERSPECTIVE. As we walked along the landing towards his bedroom I could feel his cum running out of my stretched hole. It was soaking into the gusset of my panties, making them wet and sticky between my bum cheeks. My bottom was sore; I hoped it wasn't blood as well running down. God it had hurt like hell, especially when he first thrust into me; although after a while it did ease off until his last frantic vinegar strokes. It was the humiliation of being dressed and forced to act like a girl that hurt more; and to be made to beg for his cock made me really feel like a cheap tart! I knew that I had been broken to his will; I felt so powerless and submissive. The language that he had used and my continual repeating of it had defeated any mental resistance that I felt I should have had! I needed to go to the bathroom; my bladder was bursting with having his weight on me and his penis slamming against my postrate. "Please Sir; I need to go to the toilet," I asked. He laughed out loud pointed to the separate small toilet and replied, "Sure in there." He followed me into the doorway stopping me from closing the door behind me. As I lifted up my skirt to start to urinate he slapped my arse and said, "What the fuck do you think you are doing? You're a girl now and girls always sit down on the toilet. "Turn around, lift up your skirt, wriggle your panties down to your knees and sit down like a girl." I did as he asked feeling even more humiliated by this action than by anything else he had subjected me to so far. I wasn't to be allowed any privacy what so ever; I was gonna have to act completely like a girl at all times until he let me go! As I finished, pulled up my panties and straightened my skirt he pointed towards the bedroom and said. "Come on sweetheart, time for bed, let's go." TO BE CONTINUED.
PART 2. (Would be best to read part one first as this is a direct continuation) MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. Well she was definitely under my spell now; she had accepted the fact that I was supreme here. She had given her little virgin pussy up to me, I owned her now and deep inside she knew it! It was time to push her further; making her sit on the toilet like a girl was just my way of letting her know her place! The fact that I had just fucked her like a girl as well should break any idea she had of resistance to me! I ordered her into the bedroom knowing that she was too submissive now to argue; this was as complete a victory that I had ever had over a bitch, even in prison! Now it was just a matter of making her spend the next couple of days in my power; and she would be a most compliable, sexy little slut for me! Sitting down in my bedroom on the large leather chair in the corner still completely naked I grabbed the remote control and put on some music. I had my house fully equipped with a television, DVD and video player; plus my CD in the living room, bedrooms and several other rooms; so that I could set the mood I wanted anywhere I needed! I put on some Groove Armada, something nice and mellow and ordered her to dance for me; slowly at first, I would put some livelier music on next. I wanted her to learn how to move gracefully, feminine and sexy; how to make a man hard for her. She didn't know it yet but from now on her whole reason for existence would be to pleasure and serve my cock, she was to become my fuck-toy. "Ok dance for me sweetheart," I commanded. "Here in front of me," I added. Sitting there with my legs apart, one hand rubbing my cock the other reaching down onto the floor to pick up the four foot long very slender bamboo cane I had hid earlier. Realising from experience that even though I had already fucked her, it was another thing altogether to actually get her to dance like I wanted her to dance; the cane would persuade her should she prove awkward! She started to move a little in rhythm to the music; but I had been correct in assuming that she would be too shy to gyrate like a dancing whore straight away. "Come on, dance bitch," I snapped. Watching her eyes open with fear as I raised the cane she tried a little harder to please. "You're a girl now aren't you? What are you?" I queried. "I-I-I am a girl," her voice trembled in response. "And you will dance and strip for me like a girl," I continued. "Move closer bitch." I wanted her in range of my cane without having to lean too far forward; I was quite comfortable where I was. She did as I ordered standing just in front of my open legs. "Now dance you whore." I barked clipping the outside of her stocking clad thigh with the cane; making her jump a little and start wiggling her hips. "Turn around and bend down girl, I want to see you shake your little ass for me." Slowly turning round she did as I commanded. THWACK, I hit her across her thighs again, not too hard, just hard enough to get her attention. "Now be my own private lapdancer, dance for your man's cock." "Drop your skirt and slip off that blouse slowly, turn back round and tease me bitch." I was in full flow now! The skirt slowly fell down her legs and she stepped out of it; next the blouse hit the floor. She was still wearing the white stockings, heels, bra and suspender belt with the pink panties from earlier. I ran the tip of the cane up between her legs and I noticed her shiver as she danced. "Closer," I demanded. I wanted her within hands reach now so that I could casually molest my little princess as she performed. "Keep eye contact with me honey, I want to see your desire for your man's cock as you dance," I laughed. She was slowly starting to get the hang of it now as the track on the CD changed to something a little racier! I rubbed her outer thighs then touched the little bulge in her pretty little panties; I could almost smell her fear! "Bra off, sweetie." She quickly removed her bra her relief at being able to get rid of the female items of clothing was obvious. However it was gonna be very short lived, that was as much as she would be taking off tonight! Her body was slim and smooth; it didn't take to much imagination to see her as a woman. Fucking her was just like fucking a woman; she had even moaned and writhed like a woman when I had taken her virginity; now I wanted her again. "Go and freshen up your lipstick honey; put it on nice and thick, then put this on." I passed her a short, tight but very stretchy, pink, see-thru mesh material nighty. She took it from me her eyes cast down to the floor and walked over to the dressing table. So far this evening she had just been a passive victim to my little game, my unwilling plaything. Now I was gonna teach her how to be a sexual, sensual woman. She reluctantly put the nighty on and made a great, long winded show of putting on her lippy, I could tell she was playing for time! Fair enough I thought, amused at her naivety; she could take as long as she fucking wanted it wasn't gonna change anything. STEVE'S PERSPECTIVE. God could this get any worse? I thought to myself, as I sat there slowly applying the pink lipstick; knowing that it surely would! He had completely dominated me physically and mentally; forced me to dress up as fucking tart for god's sake! Rammed his cock first down my throat then up my arse; it was hardly likely that he would ease off now. I was in for a very long weekend; there was NO WAY OUT! My pussy, as he had ordered me to refer to my arse as, was sore. I could feel a damp, sticky patch in the girls' knickers he had forced me to wear; a mixture of his semen and lube leaking out of me. It was undeniable that he had fucked me like a bitch; I could still see the picture the image I must have presented in my mind. The one of me laying there on my back, wearing a girls' blouse that was hanging open, nipples exposed. A girls skirt up around my waist showing a suspender belt and stockings; high heels on and my knickers hanging from my ankle. With a huge, hairy man between my legs with his cock fully inside me, pumping in and out! The fact that he had actually cum deep in my pussy added to my sense of hopelessness and defeat. I had briefly thought my ordeal to be nearly over when he told me to take the bra off; I just wanted to take all that girly stuff off, have a shower and go home! This hope was soon dashed as he passed me a flimsy pink nighty; it was even more girly than what I had been previously made to wear. I tried to play for time slowly putting on three coats of lipstick and struggling to pull the tight nighty up over my heels. I wasted a few more seconds wriggling it up over my hips and hooking the thin straps over my shoulders. Before I realised that this little performance was just what he wanted. So I quickly smoothed it straight and returned to my place, stood before him between his open legs. "Are you ready to learn how to be a real woman for Daddy?" he asked. I could only mumble and nod my head slightly. "Well then; time to learn how to be a sexy little bint for your boyfriend." "On ya fucking knees then, bitch," he snapped. I did as I was told and sunk to my knees, his erect cock only inches from my face. I hadn't really taken much notice of it last time when he had forced it down my throat; it was in my mouth so fast I hadn't had the time to. Firstly I was struck by its smell; it was a deep musky, what I later learnt to be a 'male on heat' odour. It was not unpleasant, in fact for a woman quite arousing I surmised, but for a young hetero-sexual male, so close to my face, it was frightening. Secondly I noticed for the first time just how big it was, certainly bigger than mine; it must have been at least eight inches long and reasonably thick as well. I wondered just how he had got it inside me; no wonder I was tender down there! His balls were large too; and like his legs, stomach and chest, covered in thick dark hair. He was definitely what would be described as a powerfully built man; I was quite puny next to him. His arms were as thick as my legs and it looked all muscle to me; I really didn't want to get on the wrong side of this man, he would kill me in a fight! He lent down to me and passed me the open bottle of poppers; I took another large hit, as I had done earlier. It seemed to me that the more drug-fucked I was then the quicker this evening would pass; and there was the strange sensation I got as the chemical hit my brain. It made me feel almost submissive, more accepting of my position, it made it easier for me to think of myself as a girl! Weird I know, but then drugs and alcohol can have an unusual effect upon the brain. He broke the dream state I was entering by saying, "You have already tasted my cock; but that was just a face fuck." I looked up at him, a little confused. "Any silly little piece of ass can get his or her face fucked." "You're gonna learn how to suck a mans' dick properly; like a classy bit of skirt, like a sexy, horny woman." "And you better look like you're enjoying it too, do you understand bitch?" he quickly continued. "You have got to learn to worship my cock and balls." "You have to learn to consider that being given the privilege of kissing them, licking them and sucking them is the highest honour you can receive" "AND MEAN IT," he shouted. I wasn't stupid, even though my mind was flying all over the place, I knew what he wanted and also knew that it was best to give it him. I leant forward closing my eyes as I did so; only to be told. "No, look at me when you serve my cock, you whore." So I looked him in the eye and hesitated, not sure exactly how to do it. He smiled at me, knowing I was lost. "Come on princess, you know what a good blow-job feels like?" "You know how it feels to have a bird suck you off?" I must admit that I did! "Just do what you know a slut should do for a man." What could I do? I was in no position to argue now; I gently flicked my tongue across his balls. "Mmmm, that's good honey," he moaned. "Keep it up and we are gonna get on real well, honey." "Don't worry; I'll give you directions on how to do just what I want." He laughed as he tapped me gently on my upturned bottom with the cane that he was still holding. "Lick them balls bitch; get em nice and wet." I could hear him verbally humiliate me through the pounding of the dope, the alcohol and the poppers in my ears. There was nothing that I could do, except obey him and do my best to please him. I licked his hairy balls, popping them each in turn into my mouth to moisten them fully as he had demanded. THWACK! I felt a sudden sharp bite to my buttock as the cane fell across it. "Very good, slut! Now work on my cock starting at the top." I instantly responded, still looking him in the eye I slowly moved my tongue up his shaft towards his swollen glands. He gripped my hair and said. "That's it princess, you're learning pretty quickly." The tip of my tongue moved over the shiny head of his throbbing penis and I licked into the eye-shaped slit at its tip. My hands being drawn, as if magnetically, to his balls; I caressed them as I worked my new found feminine magic! It was almost as if that for the first time tonight, I actually had some control over the proceedings. Of course this was nonsense, I was still dressed like a girl, on my knees, sucking this mans' prick! "Now open wide and suck my cock into your mouth, honey. And keep working that tongue on my japs-eye as you do." I took him slowly ever deeper into my mouth; tasting his manly odour, a mix of sweat and a slight taste of urine. Very different to the female taste I was used to when giving head! He did seem very happy with my efforts, moaning encouragement to me as I took him deeper and deeper; things like. "Oh yea, that's it girl." "That's it sweetheart, suck Daddy's cock." "Good little whore." "Mmmm yea take more you slut." In fact it was probably the nicest he had been to me since this nightmare had began I thought ironically! I took as much of him into my mouth, gagging as he selfishly thrust his pelvis up into my face. I really was trying to suck his penis as best as I could; but being a typical male he still wanted to choke me! The crazy thought ran through my mind that maybe from now on I would be a little more considerate in future when I was in the male role! Obviously this Mr Wilton had never himself given a man a blow-job like this or he would have been more appreciative of my efforts to please him. This scenario seemed to go on for an eternity; every so often he would pause, take his hands from the back of my head and offer me more poppers. These I gratefully accepted along with the occasional hit from a joint or a mouthful of beer he gave me! I felt him jerk then stiffen his body, he shuddered and I braced myself for his cum. I took a deep breath and prepared to feel the hot sticky stream hit the back of my throat. I was surprised as he pulled my head back by my hair and said, "Oh no you nasty little slut. I know you are hungry for your mans' cream. What are you?" In shock I numbly mumbled, "I am a nasty little slut, hungry for my mans' cream." "But you are not gonna get it just yet, you whore." He suddenly stood up, yanking me onto my feet as well as he did so, saying, "Oh no my little cum-slut; this next load of my precious semen is going up your pussy, like the last lot did." "You still ain't my proper little fuck-toy yet; not until I have fucked your cunt a few more times you're not!" I was spun around until I faced the bed about six feet in front of me and felt a push in my back followed by the sting of the cane on my bum. "On the fucking bed slut," he hissed. "On all fours, ass up, like a bitch on heat." I staggered towards the bed, crawling onto it into the position that he had demanded of me. As I reached the middle I paused, putting my face and shoulders to the bed, I raised my ass up high and waited for the inevitable assault! I did not have to wait long, the bed dipped as his huge frame moved into position behind me. I could feel myself shaking with the fear of what I knew was gonna happen; I flinched as his hands gripped my ankles pulling them apart. His hands ran slowly up my calves pausing to squeeze them gently. Then they moved up higher, stroking my thighs through the fine nylon of my stockings. My breathing became slower, deeper; although I was frightened I was becoming more accepting of the reality of my new role. His hands crossed the bare flesh between my stocking-tops and my panties under my nighty; with a quick movement he yanked it up to my waist and grabbed my ass firmly with both hands. "God you're so fucking sexy, a real horny little bitch," he exclaimed. I could feel his fingers inside my panties now; pulling them outwards and to one side with one hand, his other pulling my bum cheek in the other direction. He made a spitting sound and I felt I glob of what I presumed to be his saliva land on my stretched open, vulnerable entrance. Noticing the bottle of poppers beside my face on the bed I unscrewed the top and inhaled deeply. I knew what was coming next, knew the pain that I would experience as my ass was being taken would be eased by the mind numbing effect of the bottles contents. I also knew from my own sexual experience as a male that taking a girl doggy style is a much harder and deeper fuck than taking her in the missionary position. "Mmmm my nasty little whore," he sighed. More saliva fell onto my bottom, landing at the top of the cleft between my buttocks and running down and into my hole! What felt like his index finger started to probe around my rim then slipped inside me. I flinched again as I had the first time when he had fingered me; but that only encouraged him to push it in all the way. He followed this by inserting a second finger and worked them around in my ass stretching it wider as he did so. Fortunately there was still quite a bit of the lube still there from the last time he had used me. It was still hurting though; I was still not used to being used in this way. It was still a very new, unfamiliar and frightening experience to me! I felt him move his pelvis closer to my bum, the tip of his cock rubbing against my already violated ass-hole. I started to sob quietly to myself, he must have heard me as he paused and said, "Argh what's up sweetheart? Is your little cunt still sore?" "Y-y-yes Sir," I pleaded in response. "Would you rather I didn't fuck you again tonight princess?" he said in an almost concerned voice. Thinking in my desperation that at last he was actually going to show me some compassion, I sobbed to him in reply, "Y-yes please Sir don't fuck me again, I'm hurting, p-please let me go now I have paid my debt to you for not reporting me at work" "Ok," he said softly, adding, "If you ask me really nicely not to fuck you again I won't; but you have to beg me properly not to!" Possibly because of my naivety, possibly because my head was spinning with the poppers; but more likely out of just out of my desperate wishful thinking I believed him! "P-p-please Sir, please don't fuck me again," I grovelled. "Please don't fuck your what? Bitch," he answered. I knew what he wanted me to say and in this state of mind I would have said anything, so I continued, "Please don't fuck my little girly pussy again Sir. Please I have been a good little girl for you tonight; I have sucked your cock and given you my virginity just like you told me to." I must have been blathering away like this for a couple of minutes, getting more and more frantic in my pleading. Each second that passed gave me the hope that that he was going to show me some mercy as a reward for what I had endured so far this evening. "P-please don't fuck my tight little cunt, it's so sore." "Please Sir don't hurt me again with your big hard cock," I cried. Then I made another mistake, my muscles had been constricted so tight with fear for the last several minutes that I realised I couldn't keep that up for long. Starting to believe that I had somehow I had made a favourable impression on him and had successfully appealed to his better nature, I relaxed! "OH FUCK, OOOWWW." I screamed as the pain hit me, with one hard jerk of his pelvis and with his hands gripping my hips firmly, pulling my body backwards, he entered me. It felt like he had buried his shaft all the way up in one thrust and he laughed! "Tough fucking shit slut; I have a fucking raging hard on now and the only way I can relieve it is by sticking it up my girlies pussy." "Did you honestly think I was finished with you yet," he sneered. "I just wanted to hear you beg like the victim you are. Sometimes I like to take my sluts against their will." "Last time you were too easy; it was even like you were enjoying it." His voice was cold and hard now, mocking me, laughing at the power and control he wielded over me. "B-b-but I was only doing as you told me too Sir!" I sobbed in disbelieve. "I-I was just trying to be a good girl, trying to please you Sir." This only made him laugh harder, even crueller than before. "Yes bitch, I know; and you still are doing just what I told you to do." "You are a good little girl and you are learning how to behave like a good little girl should do." "Learning that it is a good little girls place and duty to give her cunt up to her man, whenever he wants it!" His cock was slowly removed back to the tip; then thrust in again. I thought I was going to pass out but that relieve eluded me! With his hands still gripping my hips I couldn't even drop to my stomach to escape him. He was holding me up, pulling me backwards and pushing me forwards in rhythm with his continual thrusting. I took more poppers in a bid to mentally escape the pain, shame and humiliation of it all. He was riding me like a bitch and I knew it; I had been in opposite role myself many times with girls and knew that in his mind, his pleasure was paramount now. He would not be too concerned with my welfare he would not stop until he had emptied his balls inside me again. "Yea take it you fucking whore, take it all up your snatch." I could just make out him saying as his cock continued to force its way up me; like I really was his bitch, his slut, his whore, his fuck-toy! His pace increased and I became oblivious to the continual pounding; he was obviously approaching his climax. I could feel him stiffen and pull me completely onto him as he shot his load up deep inside my fuck-hole. He gave several more sharp pushes and moaned with his own sexual release and pleasure, calling me, "His good little girl, his special little princess." I felt the palms of his hands in the small of my back as he pushed me flat on the bed his body collapsing on top of me. Eventually his penis went soft inside me and it slipped out trailing a string of his semen down my ass and inner thighs as it withdrew. He rolled off me and switching the music and the lamp off said to me as I sobbed into the pillow. "Shush now girl. Get some sleep while you can; this is like our honeymoon night and I can still get it up for my new girlfriend again before the morning." He put his arm around me and quickly fell asleep. Knowing that I couldn't escape him and the effects of the substances wearing off, I did as he had recommended and was soon asleep myself. MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. It was still dark when I awoke; she was still lying on her stomach beside me. I gently lifted up the quilt to have a good look at her. She was breathing softly with her little nighty still pulled up showing her panties with a sexy looking damp patch between her legs, the evidence of my earlier efforts! I recounted to myself how the evening had progressed so far with great satisfaction. As far as I was concerned it had gone perfectly and I really didn't care how it had gone for her; I was not overly concerned with her feelings or welfare! She was just there to please me now, to suck my cock when I wanted her mouth and to drop her knickers when I wanted her pussy. I was very pleased with the way she had worshipped my manhood; although she still had a lot to learn I was confident that I was the man to teach her. Shagging her doggy-style had been a real turn on as well. As nice as it was to fuck a girl on her back looking at her face as I penetrated her, it was always a huge turn on fucking them from behind. It was so much more submissive for her to be on all-fours and to offer herself to a man; plus you could always get deeper in and really fuck her senseless that way. She was also very quickly learning the things I wanted her to say. I like a girl to talk dirty to me. "Ha Ha," I laughed aloud at this idea! The thought of what I had already done to her made my cock stiffen with anticipation of more to come. I slipped my hand into the back of her panties and went straight to her swollen, sticky fuck-hole. "Wake up," I whispered as I fingered her snatch. "Daddy wants his bitch again." She groaned and I knew she was awake so I reached over to the bedside table and dipped my index and fore-fingers into the tub of opened lube sitting there. With my other hand I yanked her panties down to her knees and slapped her arse hard. She jumped up in shock. "Knickers off sweetheart," I demanded. It was pleasing to observe how she quickly complied; I felt her wriggle as she slid them off over her feet, still lying on her tummy. "Pass them here," I continued. "Give me your panties girl." Again she quickly complied reaching her hand down and passing them up to me. I casually lubed her up then reaching my arm under her neck I pulled on top of me so as she was lay on her back on my chest. She was so light compared to me I hardly noticed her weight on me. My hands were now free to roam up under her nighty across her tits, down to her clitty and underneath her to position my cock at her pussy-mouth. Stuffing her panties into her mouth I pushed her body downwards whilst thrusting my hips up. The improvised gag stifled the little girly yelp she let out and every muscle in her body contracted as for the third time tonight I entered her. This would not take long; it was just a quickie to ease my throbbing penis. I bounced her up and down her limbs flailing about like a rag dolls, muffled whimpering noises escaping her mouth. Not saying a word to her this time as I fucked her, this was just a physical fuck the mind games were not needed now. As I suspected my balls soon exploded, filling her up again as I bit her neck from behind. "That's good bitch, oh yea that is good," I said as I pushed her off me. I was very tired now and she must be too, I wanted to save some energy not to mention some cum for tomorrow. It was still only Friday night; I had all day tomorrow to play with her. I would probably let her go Sunday lunchtime so she could be rested and back at work Monday morning! STEVE'S PERSPECTIVE. I was completely drained emotionally by the time he had finished with me and fell asleep as soon as he had pushed me off his huge hairy chest. I awoke to see the bright sunlight streaming through the half opened curtains. I was alone in the big bed and it took me a couple of minutes to realise just where I was; though the tingling in my ass soon reminded me. The nighty and stockings I was still wearing brought the memory of the last evenings' events back into my mind. My discarded panties were lying on the pillow beside my face and I could see the pink lipstick marks on them where he had forced them into my mouth. Not knowing what time it was added to my disorientation, I could hear the television on downstairs so I knew that he was probably in the house somewhere. Unsure what to do next I decided to just stay where I was for now; take the opportunity to gather my thoughts. I was in a strange house with a strange guy and I had no escape! I had been blackmailed and threatened with physical violence to perform for him as a girl! He had used me like a girl and taken my virginity as one! I had been verbally and sexually humiliated in a way that twenty-four hours ago I wouldn't have believed possible! To make matters worse it was very doubtful that my ordeal was over. I am sure I remembered him saying last night that I was to remain here for the entire weekend! What day was it now? With a growing dread it dawned on me that it was still only Saturday! Well I certainly wasn't in a rush to get the day started so I just curled up in a ball and prayed for some miracle. Maybe he would come in the bedroom and tell me that it was all over now and that I could go home? This hope was dashed about twenty minutes later when I heard him open the bedroom door and say. "Morning princess." "I know that you are awake." "Now get up, take your make-up off and go and have a nice hot shower." "When your ready put that dressing gown on hanging behind the door and come downstairs." I peered out from under the covers and saw him standing at the end of the bed smiling down at me. "W-w-what time is it?" I queried. "It's almost midday," he laughed in response. "Time to get your pretty little ass up out of bed. Come and have some breakfast and you will feel better" "Today you are gonna spend the whole day as a woman!" "My woman to be exact," he added with another gentle laugh. He then left the room and I heard him walk back down the stairs. Getting up I stripped off my remaining clothes; used the cleanser on the dressing table to remove the last of my make-up and stepped into the small en-suite bathroom. After showering and drying myself I slipped on the long white silk gown that he had indicated that I wear and went downstairs. I found him sat in the kitchen at the breakfast bar, drinking a coffee and reading the daily newspaper. "Well, well," he exclaimed. "And how are you this morning then darling?" He was grinning at me and seemed in quite a friendly mood so I managed a thin smile and tried to bluff it out! "I am fine," I told him; though obviously I was not! There were some cereals and a jug of milk on the table, he waved his hand over them indicating that I should sit down and eat. "Fancy a coffee honey?" he enquired. This was surreal; I mean he was almost acting as this was the most natural thing in the world. In a crazy way I supposed it was to him; in his world I was his new girlfriend and we had just spent our first full evening together and had had sex together for the first time! Unluckily for me it was his world that I was now forced to inhabit for at least the next twenty-four hours; so I was just gonna have to play along with his game. "Today you are going to learn how to be a proper lady for me," he said, peering over his paper. "You are going to learn how to walk even more naturally in your heels" "You did quite well last night for a beginner; but I want to see you sashay a bit more when you walk." "I want to see you swing your hips and wiggle your ass like a real woman." "Also you are gonna learn how to put your make-up on properly, how to dress sexy; how to pretty yourself up for your boyfriend!" He put the paper down and poured me a coffee then passed me the milk and sugar. "Thank you," I said meekly. He then surprised me a bit by saying, "I will be going out for a couple of hours soon" "There is a make-up instruction manual in the bedroom; I suggest you use the time to practice getting it right." I was a little shocked at the realisation that he knew that he could leave me alone here; it was a fact that we both knew that I had no choice but to be here waiting when he got back. "Where are you going," I asked, more in a hope of making small talk than actually caring. "Well princess," he beamed at me. "Since last night went so successfully I am going to go into work and pick a nice classy outfit for you to wear tonight." "You shall dress as perfectly and elegantly as you can and I will arrange for a restaurant I know to delivery a special meal for us both" "It will be kinda like your first dinner date as my girlfriend," he added with a laugh. "Oh," I replied glumly. "And what if last night had not been so successful," I said a bit sarcastically; instantly realising that I was actually starting to sound like a sulky little girl! His smile faded and he looked me hard in the eye and said. "In that case then girl I wouldn't be planning on being so nice to you today." "I would have beaten the shit out of you, tied you up bent double over a chair and taken it in turns to whip your ass and fuck it hard without lube as the fancy took me!" "And then still reported you at work; so it's so nice that we understand each other and that you are aware that your continuing cooperation is vital to your own well being." I was left in no doubt just what he meant so I looked down at the floor I replied submissively. "Yes I understand Sir; I am your good little girlfriend." Standing up and moving around the table towards me he continued, "Good, now give me a kiss I'm going now." He held my face in both his hands, bent down and kissed me on the lips firmly. I responded by opening them slightly to allow his tongue to enter my mouth. "I'll be back about five-o-clock, when you've done your make-up, put on the outfit on the bed in the spare room and practice in the heels." "I'll expect you to welcome me back like a proper girlfriend should when her boyfriend gets home." MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. It was quite clear to me that I could leave her alone in the house whilst I went into town. She knew that she had no alternative other than to be sat right here looking all pretty for me on my return. I wanted her to know that fact as well, that's why I was leaving her. It was a way of re-enforcing the new status quo over her. I knew she would think about taking her chance to escape and I also knew that she would think better of it! It didn't take me long to drive to the department store where my 'girlfriend' and I both worked. I went up to the security office I thought whilst I am already here shopping I can check up on what has been going on while I have been off. I knew everything would be under control the security team that I had working under me were all very old friends of mine. I had done prison time with several of them and they all knew the score in regards as to who our real employer was! In fact only myself and the security team did know the truth, even old Williams the guy who thought of himself as the general manager of the place didn't actually realise that the entire building was in fact owned by the Maloney family. Who were the biggest, best organised crime family in this part of the country. Through my own criminal history I was well known and trusted by the whole family, hence my good position here. I had even spent a couple of years sharing a cell with Frank Maloney the family head. Danny, one of my good mates was sat at the CCTV monitor when I entered the office. "Hi boss," he said. "How's tricks?" "Pretty good Danny, pretty fucking good," I replied. "Did you manage to pull that bird that you told me you had your eye on?" he asked me. "Oh yea Danny boy," I laughed. "I've been fucking her real good all night" "She any good?" he laughed in response. I told him in a hushed whispered tone that she had been a virgin until last night although I didn't let on to him just who it was; I let him believe it was a real girl that I had seduced! He was amused to hear that he said he didn't think that there were any virgins left in this world to which I just replied, "Oh yea there is Danny boy, you just gotta look in the right place," I added as I left him to fantasise about shagging one. I strolled down the ladies department and started searching through the dresses for something suitable for her to wear tonight, I wanted her to look like a classy lady, the pink and white 'girl next door' look had been great for last night when she was still only a virgin. Now however, I had turned her into a real woman and I wanted to see her dressed a little more sophisticated. It took me a good hour or so to pick just the right outfit for her, including stockings, shoes and lingerie; I even picked up a new night- gown for her to wear later. I took the stuff over to the till and showed the girl there my concession card, I was lucky enough because of my senior position not to have to pay for anything here so she just wrapped it all up for me, smiled and wished me a good afternoon. I looked at my watch it was about a quarter past four, good I thought to myself if I leave now I will be home for five-o-clock as I had promised her. She better be dressed, made-up and ready for my return or the silly little bitch would be in big trouble. I got in my car and headed home. STEVE'S PERSPECTIVE After he had gone out through the front door I carefully peeked around the curtain and watched him get in his car and drive off. Well at least I would be left in peace for a couple of hours; I finished my breakfast and went back upstairs to the master bedroom. Sitting myself down at the dressing table I took stock of the collection of make-up upon it. There were all sorts of different things, some I recognized and some I didn't. I opened the instruction book he had left out for me and got to work. First I tried the different types of foundation and blushers, then the lips and eyes continually rushing into the bathroom to wash them off and start again. I experimented with different colours and mixes, taking lot of care to follow the instructions correctly. I also removed last nights nail varnish and on each nail tried a new colour to see how they looked. Eventually I settled on a quite pale less noticeable more discreet colour than the bright pink I had worn before. Remembering how he had told me to put the mascara on I first put on the white gooey stuff to give the impression that they were longer and thicker than they actually were. I looked at the time and was amazed to see how quickly it had flown, in a strange way I was actually starting to get into what I was doing. I figured that if it made him happy then he would be a lot more gentle and easy on me later. I realised that there was no way I could avoid the inevitable fucking he was gonna give me; but at least if I was 'a good girl' then he would be nicer to me and use lube! It really is amazing how a person can learn to live and adapt to any situation of they have no choice; even one as perverse as this one was! Finishing of my face to the best of my ability I brushed my shoulder length hair into as feminine style as I could manage and walked naked into the spare bedroom. I saw the clothes that I was to wear for his return lay out on the bed as he said they would be. I took a deep breath and started to dress. First I picked up the lacy, cream suspender belt fastened it around my waist and spun it around into position. Then I carefully rolled the sheer tan stockings up my legs attaching the suspender belt clips to the tops. Next came the matching cream coloured lacy G-string and bra with the small silicon falsies to slip in the B-cups. Then I held up the knee length deep cream coloured dress. It was a thin stretchy material, tight over my body but flaring out from my hips. I wasn't sure if it would be easier to put it on over my head? But eventually I figured that the best way to put it on would be by standing in it and pulling it up my body. Finally I put on the four inch wedge heeled light brown sandals. I checked myself in the mirror, it was an almost natural girly thing to do! Then I headed out of the bedroom to take the chance to explore the house a little while he was out. The material of the dress was flimsy enough to cling to my thighs as I walked showing off the shape of my hips and legs. I noticed that this style of heel I was wearing was a bit easier to walk in than the ones I had worn last night. I guessed that he had left me these to wear to practice in and that the ones I would be wearing tonight would be more like the previous heels! By now it was a quarter past four; I had about forty-five minutes until his return. It was quite a new house, no more than ten years old I guessed; even though it was detached it only had three bedrooms. One of those was the master bedroom with the en-suite bathroom, another one was a smaller spare bedroom and there was an even smaller one that he obviously used to store things in. Then there was the main bathroom; the one that I had showered in last night. I walked down the stairs; they led straight into the main open plan living room with a dinning area, with the good sized kitchen at the back and a small entrance hall to the front. All very normal really just an average house on an average new housing development. There was a small garden on the street side and what looked to be a larger one at the rear. Opening the kitchen door I saw that there was a small utility room leading to the outside door. Sitting on a worktop in this room was the black bin liner that he had put my clothes in last night. I looked inside and there were my male clothes; I was tempted to put them on and run for it. Realising the futility of that course of action I folded the bag back up and went back into the living room. He was due home anytime now so there was nothing left for me to do other than sit down and await him. Instinctively I smoothed my dress down at the back as I sat, crossing my legs and folding my hands in my lap. It was strange but I felt that when I was dressed like a girl I should sit like a girl. I know realised why they do sit in the position that they usually do; it is a need to keep their knees together, their skirt smoothed down and their modesty protected! 'MY GOD' I thought to myself I am even starting to play along with this weird perverse charade for him now; even when he was not here! I saw the joint left in the ashtray and assuming that he had left it for me I lit it up. I really needed to be cool and relaxed if I was gonna be able to go through with the night ahead! MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. Parking the car in my driveway I got the bags out of the boot and walked up to my front door; the bitch better be ready for me or there would be big trouble! I needn't have worried; she was sat demurely on the sofa dressed as I had expected her to be. I put the bags on the floor and she looked at them nervously; I could see her trepidation as she wondered just what she would be wearing tonight? "Hello princess," I said cheerfully. "Hello Sir," she mumbled in reply. "Well come on, welcome your man home properly honey," I continued, adding, "A good girl should come running over, put her arms around her boyfriends' neck and kiss him when he gets home with lots of nice new pretty things for her." I could smell the joint she had been smoking and could see the effect it had had on her in her bleary eyes. This was just perfect, that's why I had left it out; I knew that she would be more compliant to my wishes when she was stoned. She did as I had told her, placing her arms around my neck and offering her mouth up to mine; her head tilted to one side like a girl should! My hands wandered down her body as I kissed her deeply my tongue inside her open mouth. Tugging up her skirt I ran my finger-tips across her stockings; higher and higher up to her naked buttocks. "Oh good," I said out loud, remembering that I had left out a G-string for her to wear. "What a lovely little bum you've got princess. Now, what have you got?" "A lovely little bum Sir," she responded. I kissed her again; she was learning the game now and my god she was making me horny! I gripped her smooth, pert ass and pulled her cheeks apart. With one finger slipping under the tiny piece of material to touch her pussy, she moaned in response so I probed deeper into both of her yielding orifices with my tongue and my invading finger. Her body stiffened as my finger-tip entered her; so breaking off the kiss, I spun her around and with my finger still inside her I marched her over to the back of the sofa. "Bend over bitch," I snapped, my cock straining in my pants. She bent over the sofa as I gently tapped her legs apart with my feet and unzipped my fly; I was out of control now, I just wanted to have her there and then. I yanked her skirt up higher to expose her lingerie clad body from the waist down. I already had a tube of lube in my pocket as I wanted to be prepared for any event with her around! I opened it and pulling the G- string away from her ass proceeded to squeeze it out over her stretched cunt. It only took a minute to have her all opened up and receptive for me. This time I wanted her to experience being fucked without the aid of poppers, drugs and alcohol. She had only smoked one joint she would still be able to feel everything that was gonna happen to her! "Now, what's Daddy gonna do to his precious little princess," I mockingly quizzed her. "He's gonna stick his big hard cock up her grateful little pussy, isn't he?" I added. She obliged me by repeating my words back to me; she really was a clever little girl. She knew now that she was gonna get my cock either way and that there was no point in even a token show of resistance! And with that happy thought in my mind; that inner satisfaction of total victory, I fucked her. A nice measured leisurely fuck, not too hard, as I didn't want to hurt her too much! I wanted her to realise that I was pleased with her, that it should be thought of as an honour and a pleasure for her to take her mans' cock. But not too gentle either; I didn't want her to forget her place. When you are trying to train a new bitch; experience has taught me that every tiny little thing you do and say to her must be aimed at teaching her acceptance of her new position in life. Every little thing I do or say in her presence must be a thought out process and enacted to reach this goal. Gripping her hips I rocked her back and forth, impaling her on my manhood. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper I rode her as I felt myself beginning to tense up with my orgasm. She was letting out little whimpering moaning sounds, she even sounded just like a woman getting a length of cock! "God, you fucking nasty little slut," I shouted as I emptied myself as far up her cunt as I could. "You fucking dirty little whore," I exclaimed in delight. "What are you?" Again she showed me just how far my training had taken her by saying, "I am your nasty little slut, Sir, Your dirty little whore." I relaxed my grip as my orgasm subsided. Letting my now semi flaccid prick exit her body I wiped it clean on her G-string; before letting it snap back into place between the cleft of her buttocks. I could see my cum oozing out of her fuck-hole; a pleasing sight for any man! Who knew what thoughts must be going through her head and more to the point, who cares? I was the alpha male and she was the bitch; that was all that mattered! She was good though, she was as good as anything I had taken before. There was a natural feminine submissiveness to her; who knows she might even get to like this one day? But then again, who cares? I smoothed her dress back down and told her to come and sit on my knee on the sofa and tell me about how she had spent her first day alone as a girl. As we sat down and she talked I could tell by her body language that she was almost delirious with the shock of the way her weekend had turned out. She babbled away about her experiments with make-up, her exploration of my house, etc just like a fucking woman would. Sitting back and lighting up a joint I stopped listening to her and smiled. She was my pretty little puppet now; I could pull her strings and get her to do anything I wanted her to do. And what was even sweeter was the knowledge that she knew that too; coupled with the knowledge that she knew that I knew this fact as well! It was fucking perfect; I let out a contented sigh. STEVE'S PERSPECTIVE. I don't what came over me when I was sat on his knee talking; I was just talking for the sake of talking. I just wanted to buy myself a bit of time to take in the fact that he had just casually bent me over and fucked me! I think my mind went into some kind of post traumatic, stress over-drive induced shock! To try and comprehend that I, an eighteen year old hetero-sexual, girl-shagging guy, now had to experience a complete role reversal! I was blathering on to him about make-up, dressing up and generally talking like some dizzy little bimbo; and from my own male orientated experience I knew for a fact that he was not listening to a word I said; I wouldn't have been doing either in his situation. I realised that I must sound like some giddy little girl to him! After listening to my chatter until he had finished his joint he put his finger to my lips and whispered, "Hush sweetheart, I want you to get those bags, go upstairs and take a shower, make sure you give your face a good close shave." "Then put on the make-up, nail varnish, clothes and jewelry; do your hair nice and pretty. You've got a couple of hours so take your time princess." In what I thought at the time was one of his rare compassionate acts towards me, he gave me two joints and told me to help myself to a couple of bottles of beer out of the fridge to take upstairs with me. Although I now realise that it was in reality just another cynical act to try and make me believe that he actually cared for me; that he really did think of me has his legitimate, bone-fide, willing girlfriend. Also that he knew that the more drunk and stoned I was then the less resistance I would put up. Not that I was capable anyway now of any type of even symbolic resistance; I was beaten, I was now a bitch! I quickly showered and shaved; I wanted to get my make-up on and dressed as quickly as I could. I wanted to have some time alone in peace before he summoned me to join him! It was obvious from the size, shape and weight which of the shopping bags contained the make-up. So I started with that one first, I was in no rush to see what clothes I would be spending the rest of the evening wearing. Nothing I could do would change things now, so why upset myself even more? Best to just get on with it, surely after tonight this nightmare would be all over? Starting with the foundation I applied it the way I had learned earlier that day; I did the same with the eye liner and mascara. Next I put on the dark purple eye shadow on my eye-lids with the lighter pinker colour in the sockets and blended them in as it had advised in the instruction book. I brushed on a line of light purple blusher following the line of my cheek-bone and then coated my entire face with a thin layer of powder. I saved my lips until last; it would take a steady hand to get the outline just right. In a strange way I wanted to get my make-up as good as possible for him; if I was gonna do this then I didn't want him to think of me as too stupid to even follow basic instructions! In my mind numbed state I completely missed the irony of the fact; that there I was making myself all pretty and sexually desirable to a man who was gonna use me against my will and better judgement. That I was in fact tarting myself up for a rapist! When I was happy with the feminine look I had created I took I deep breath and opened the bags on the bed. The largest of which contained a black dress, I held it up to see what it looked like. It wasn't very long it looked like it would finish several inches above my knee. It was a 1950s style all silk and very expensive looking. The neckline was quite deep in a kind of scoop shape look and there were thin straps to go over my shoulders. It was quite tight and fitted looking over the body with a zip up the back with a broad black, silk sash around the waist, below that the bottom half of the dress flared out and fell in folds and pleats. The sort of dress I could imagine Marilyn Monroe wearing I thought to myself. The next bag was a bit smaller; I emptied the contents onto the bed. These were a pair of expensive looking, seven denier black stockings, a black and purple basque and a pair of very sheer pair of black and purple panties. Without looking at the other two bags I proceeded to put on what I had already seen. The basque was quite tight although luckily for me it did stretch to fit. It was a fine black mesh material at the back and sides with purple silk panels in the front. I carefully rolled on the black stockings and attached them to the clips hanging from the basque. I knew to put the panties on over the stockings as it made it easier in case I should need the bathroom and I knew from last time that he may want to watch me so it would be best if I could get them down to my knees! Also I didn't know yet in which position he would take me; I knew from the first time that if I was gonna be legs up and on my back then I needed to be able to get the panties off! When getting fucked like a girl which I was more than likely gonna be, I had already learned that it is less painful if you can get your legs as wide apart as possible. Fucking hell was that what my mind-set had become I thought as I toked the spliff and took a mouthful of beer. I was even subconsciously submitting to the inevitability of the course of events that he had contrived! The panties were of the same material as the basque; they were quite a high cut and the soft stretchy fabric felt quite erotic over my 'clitty' as he called it! I put on the dress and straightened it up properly so as to cover my stocking-tops and cleavage simultaneously! Not an easy task; I was starting to appreciate the delicate balancing act that women go through in order to keep their look intact! One of the remaining bags contained a shoe box, inside were a pair of strappy sandals similar to the ones that I had worn last night only with a slightly bigger heel, I guessed at about five inches and in black. I put them on quickly realising that walking in these was going to require a great deal of concentration on top of everything else I was going to have to remember. I had to walk like a woman, sit like a woman, talk like a woman, act like a woman and be fucked like a woman if I was gonna get through this night! The last bag held a couple of items of jewelry, probably costume jewelry? But who knows with this guy; he is on the 'I'm his real-life' girlfriend trip and I am just playing along like some kind of trollop! There was a triple banded pearl bracelet for one wrist, with a purple coloured jewelled bracelet for the other one. Lastly I slipped the two deep ruby and gold rings on my fingers and brushed my hair. I had still not learned how to style it properly yet so I just brushed it straight letting it naturally curl over my neck and shoulders. I finished with a liberal spray of the perfume that I had used earlier. Looking in the full length mirror I had to admit to myself, however begrudgingly; that I really did make quite an attractive girl! There was a little tell about my face, there was still, even with the make-up a bit of a give-away there. More of a pretty good tranny look than a real life genuine girl look; though more than good enough for any man that actually prefers good trannys to real girls! I had lost track of the time but was grateful to be able to sit down with another joint and a beer; try to block my short term future! I had just finished them when I heard the doorbell, his voice and what sounded like that of a delivery man. A couple of minutes later I heard his footsteps on the landing outside followed by a knock on the door. "Hello princess," he called. "You must be ready by now. Let's be having you." I got up, bracing myself I tottered to the door and with shaking hand I opened it. He was stood there leaning against the doorframe looking as smug as hell, the cat that got the cream! His tight white silk shirt was opened enough to show off his broad, black hairy chest; his tight black trousers bulged at the crotch already. "My oh my you do look beautiful princess," he grinned. "What a pretty little picture you are, honey," he added. "Let's go downstairs." Without giving me a chance to reply his arm slipped around my waist and I allowed myself to be escorted from the room. I had to grip his hand for support as I negotiated the stairs in these heels! I was led towards the dinning table; he had set the seen with a white table cloth, candles and two open bottles of wine; one red, one white. The table was set for an intimate meal for two! I was on a date, only now, I was the woman in the game of 'how far can I get with this chick?'! "Sit down," he said almost gentlemanly as he pulled back the chair and pushed it in behind me. Whilst he was still behind me he placed a necklace around my neck and fastened it. "The finishing touch," he whispered in my ear. "Makes you look a classy bit of ass." He then went into the kitchen to quickly reappear with two prawn cocktails; he sat down and poured us both a glass of wine. "Eat, drink darling!" he said pointing at the table. "You're my girlfriend now. Relax, enjoy yourself; it's not like you've got any choice in this now. You're in far too deep now sweetheart." I had to admit that I was hungry and I knew that refusing to eat would not help the situation. So I drank the wine, ate the starter followed it with a main course of lobster and finished off with a summer fruits cheesecake with cream; not the only cream that I would be swallowing tonight! All the way through the meal he kept up a continual stream of small talk intermingled with the odd flirting remark. It was as if he was genuinely trying to seduce me as if he wanted my acceptance of my role as his girlfriend. I wondered why he bothered but it was obviously part of the game for him; I mean it wasn't like I could be coy here was it? We both knew that in this little role-play, pretend game of genuine seduction; I was ultimately 'a sure thing'. MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. I was surprised by just how good she did look; she had put on her make- up like she had been doing it all her life! She was quite convincing in a tranny like way, you could tell by looking at her that she was really a boy but she would have no problems at all mingling in the TV and gay bars that I sometimes visited. In fact with her slim figure and naturally shoulder length wavy hair she would put many of the other 'girls' to shame! It was nice to sit and chat almost normally to her as well; she really seemed to be relaxing into her new role in life. I learned a little more about her as we ate, her tastes in music, movies, her short life story, etc. She even giggled and looked away all demurely when I flirted with her; which was nice as it displayed to me her willingness to please! As we had finished eating I decided to turn up the mood a little; I slipped off my shoe and played footsy with her under the table. At first she pulled her foot away as if she was embarrassed; but one stern look from me and she quickly replaced it. So I moved my foot higher up her leg. "Open your knees honey," I whispered, slipping my foot up under her skirt. "That's it girl, keep looking at me in the eye, tilt your head slightly and smile a little," I added. She wriggled in her seat as I pushed further up towards her crotch. "Come on sweetheart be a good little girly and rub your clitty against my foot," I told her. She did as I had commanded, writhing up and down as she rode against the sole of my foot. Her mouth parted slightly and she began to breathe slower and deeper, her hands gripping the edge of the table in front of her. "Good girl, you really are behaving like a real woman now," I laughed as she let out a little moan of pleasure. "Time to go upstairs darling. I want you to show me what you have learned about being a woman sexually," I said as I stood up replacing my shoe. I helped her to her feet and took her arm. "Let's go honey," I led her upstairs and into my bedroom. I had already put a bottle pf champagne, two glasses and a couple of joints on the bedside table to keep us both in the mood. Following her into the room, I stood close behind her and kissed the back of her neck, my hands rubbing gently up and down the front of her body, squeezing her tits, tummy and clitty through her dress. Next I gripped the zip at the back of her dress and eased it slowly down and let fall to the floor around her ankles. "Beautiful dress sweetheart," I murmured in her ear. "But a woman's dress always looks better on her boyfriends' bedroom floor than on her body." I pulled her a towards me so that she had to step out of her know discarded garment and holding her face in my hands I kissed just like any man would do if he had a pretty little girl like this in his arms. Slipping my hands down her back to caress her ass made her moan and squirm like a bitch on heat, next I gripped her shoulders and gently pushed her to her knees. "On your knees bitch," I said triumphantly as I unfastened my trousers. My cock sprang to attention as it was released from the confines of my shorts; standing huge and erect only inches from her face. "You know what to do girl," I smiled down at her encouragingly. She did too; she started by gently licking my balls then slowly moved up my shaft, never losing eye contact with me as she worked her feminine charms. She looked so sweet, so natural, on her knees worshipping her mans' hard member. Her tongue flicked lightly over my japs-eye and my cock jerked with pleasure towards her mouth. Letting a small glob of her saliva fall onto my swollen glands she took me in her mouth. She was as expert at this as a $10 whore; I couldn't believe how well I had trained her, it was if she really was enjoying this as much as me. Oral sex to me is something I would expect any woman to do for me without complaint. Being a heavy cummer and capable of doing so many times in an evening meant it was a formality for me to unload one wad in her mouth and be ready to stick it up her cunt again within fifteen minutes. I felt the moment approaching and pulled her head further onto me by her hair. Thrusting a couple of times at her tonsils until I could feel her choke I shot my dollop of man-cream deep inside her mouth. She coughed a choked a couple of times but didn't spill a drop; she already knew better than to do that. "Oh yea, good girl," I groaned. "Now swallow it all sweetheart." She gulped down my hot semen as I patted her head affectionately, like you would do with your favourite pet! Unbuttoning my shirt I removed it and threw it off as I kicked off my shoes. "Take my pants off baby, there's a good girl. I wanna be naked with my pretty woman now," I said. There was something primeval, something very masculine and dominating about standing naked before your kneeling, submissive woman. It was if we were both aware of a place, of our respective positions in this 'relationship'; me, tall, proud and strong, her, on the floor, dressed in her lingerie, cowering before her man. "Kiss my feet bitch," I snapped at her. "Show me how grateful you are to be my woman." "Tell me how good it feels to belong to me." "Tell me what a lucky girl you are to have the honour of giving me your mouth and pussy." She kissed, licked and grovelled at my feet; blathering away about how lucky and honoured she was to be my slut. After five or ten minutes of this complete act of submission by her I told her to get on the bed and lie on her tummy. I followed her over and pulled her legs apart by her ankles; she was spread before me like the whore that she was! I had a treat in store for her tonight; I had a small bag of ketamine and I intended to let her snort a small line as well as sticking some more of the anaesthetic powder up her ass. She was gonna get her snootch properly pounded tonight and I didn't want her to offer up any resistance what so ever! STEVE'S PERSPECTIVE. I lay on the bed as he moved behind me; I could feel that he was kneeling between my open legs as his hands slid up my stockings and onwards towards my bum. He paused and leaning forward he offered me what looked like a door key with a small amount of white powder on the end. "Coke?" I asked. "No," he replied. "Ketamine." I had never tried K before; so I snorted the powder not knowing what effect it would have on me. It hit me quite quickly, it was a pleasant, calming, mildly trippy feeling; I soon felt quite relaxed even a little turned on? The next thing I experienced shocked me; it was the strangely erotic feeling of his tongue licking my bottom. He pulled my panties down a bit and started to lick me out as a man would do with a real girl! "You've got a proper little, cute, girly bum sweetheart; so tight and firm that I want to lick it and taste it all," he muttered between his oral attentions! The shock continued; it felt so good I was actually enjoying it as his tongue penetrated me and flicked against my sex-hole! Oh my god I thought I am turning into a natural bitch, it must be the K, but then again it was such a lovely feeling. I writhed and moaned on the bed, rubbing my own stiff little clitty into the bed as he tongued me. He paused and said to me gently, "Tell me how good that feels princess; tell me how nice it is to be my girl." I was taken by the drugs and the moment as I gasped out, "Oh yes Sir, it really is good to be your woman." Something firmer slipped inside me and I knew from experience that it must be his finger. He confirmed this by saying, "I have just put some more of the ketamine up your cunt darling; it should feel a bit numb in a minute or so." "It will be easier for you to be my woman all night long now," he added as he kissed the back of my neck. He was right it did start to feel numb around my bum, I hardly noticed him slip down my panties and pour the cool thick lube onto my waiting pussy. No amount of ketamine, poppers, alcohol or any other drug could desensitise me enough to not feel his cock start its journey into the depths of my body. My muscles contracted in shock with the sharp burning sensation I experienced as he started to fuck me. I moaned, groaned, writhed and bucked beneath him as he used me like the woman I had become for him. Faster and faster he went, putting his hands under my tummy and pulling me up on to all-fours. He fucked me deeply for what seemed in my drug-fucked state to be hours; although in reality probably only minutes? He flipped me onto my back and pulled my knees up to my chest and entered me again, harder now, his satisfaction was the only target he was aiming at. I was just there to please and satisfy him like a good girl should! As his cock penetrated me he grabbed my ankles and threw them over his shoulders so that he could ram me even deeper. It was strange experience now, I was being fucked relentlessly yet my bottom felt quite numb; I felt no pain at all. This was obviously due to the ketamine he had put inside my sex-hole and combined with what had gone up my nose had made me very trippy indeed. I was hallucinating that I really was a girl getting laid by her boyfriend! I wrapped my legs around his neck and rubbed my stocking clad calves against his face. I was so desperately trying to please him by being as girly and willing as I possibly could be. Opening my mouth and offering it to him as he bent down and kissed me; my back arching up to meet his steady deep strokes. I completely submitted to the moment; I was now a woman! And his woman at that! For the first time the shagging actually felt almost pleasurable; I felt like I could go on taking his cock forever! The sensations radiating out through my body from deep inside my pussy were almost like the waves of orgasm! The rhythmic prodding of my postrate was taking me to a new level of sexual fulfilment. It must be the drugs I said to myself over and over again. Looking up at him as he loomed over me filling up my entire vision; I maintained the eye contact with him that I knew would please him. It was like there was nothing else in the world except him and me; like this was all that mattered to us both right here and now! He was even smiling down at me in between his passionate kisses as he said. "Feel my cock inside you princess, you're not a silly little virgin now; you are a real woman." After what felt like an eternity he stiffened his body, pulled his cock out of me and leaned as far up as he could so that his cock was waving erect over my face. In that position he shot his load; it spurted out falling all over my face; my mouth was still open as I moaned and writhed under him. I tasted his hot creamy cum splash over my lips, His swift withdrawal and choice of where he wanted to cum left me feeling used, abused, dirty, like a cheap tart. It had gone from what I perceived in my state to be something like proper man-woman love-making to what it actually was. A sleazy dirty fuck; like I was a whore or an actress in one of his porn movies! "Very good princess," he groaned as he jerked his penis violently with one hand and continued to ejaculate all over me. "Now you really do look like a proper little nasty slut." He used the tip of his cock to guide the splashes of cum on my face into my mouth as I swallowed greedily. We drank the bottle of champagne, smoked several more spliffs and took a few more keys of ketamine; he even rubbed more up my pussy during the course of the night. It all passed in a daze to me I lost all track of time and events. I think he fucked me on at least three or four occasions more, manhandling me about the bed, tugging me by my limbs and hair to get me into the position that he wanted me in; before I finally fell fast asleep in his big strong arms. The next day when I awoke with a blank drug-fucked head I sat up and looked around the room, trying to figure out just what had happened; he was still lying beside me and I felt him stir. "Morning bitch," he hissed, obviously hung-over and drug-fucked too. "Say thank you for the evening Sir and please may I leave." Shame-faced and sore below I thanked him for the evening and asked him for his permission to leave. "Very well slut; you have served your purpose for now." "Go get a shower and tidy yourself up sweetheart. Then fuck off!" I got out of the bed and headed to the bathroom to remove my make-up, nail varnish and the smell of perfume, mans' sweat and sex from my body. "Your clothes are in the utility room out the back and there's £10 to pay for a taxi home," he said coolly. "Don't be shy about taking the money bitch, you've earned it like a good little whore," he sneered after me. I took a long hot shower trying to wash away my humiliation, dried myself and went to find my clothes. They were where I had seen them yesterday so I got dressed, relieved to be dressed like a guy again and left through the back door. As I left his house and walked away down the street I was filled with guilt and shame. Had I actually been raped and if I had, what could I do about it? I certainly couldn't go to the police, not as long as he had that tape of me stealing, I would be sunk as well. Plus there where the tapes of me sucking his cock, he could show them and make a case that I had in fact consented! I would have to prove that it had been against my will; did I want to have to sit down and explain it to the police? Besides did I want my family, friends and girlfriend to know just what had gone on over the last couple of days? I decided that the best course of action would just be to try and forget about it! Hopefully that would be the end of the matter; the bastard would accept the whole thing as quits and that I have paid off my debt to him? Again I was totally wrong; he hadn't even started with me yet........... THANKS FOR ALL YOUR FEEDBACK FROM THE FIRST EPISODE OF THIS STORY. I HAVE MANY MORE IDEAS FOR A THIRD AND POSSIBLY A FOURTH INSTALMENT OF MY TALE. PLEASE BARE WITH ME AS IT MAY TAKE A WHILE TO COMPLETE THEM XXXX
ENTRAPMENT, TWO SIDES TO EVERY STORY. PART 3. MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. When I woke up mid-afternoon on that Sunday she had already left. Which was good, as once you had shagged them senseless for a couple of nights solid; then you really wanted the slut to fuck off and let you have the rest of the weekend to yourself! It had been a very successful couple of days as far as I was concerned; she had been a natural at being a girl! I had fucked her mouth and pussy several times over the course of the Friday and Saturday evenings. It would have made my ten year jail sentence pass a lot quicker if I could have found a bitch as hot as her when I was inside! If the silly little cunt thought that her ordeal was over then she was very much mistaken. I had been looking for someone just like her, without success ever since I had got out of prison. There was no way I was gonna let her get away now. I went downstairs and loaded the pictures I had taken of her onto my computer. I let the next few days at work pass without even coming into contact with her. I watched her move around her department via my CCTV coverage but made no attempt to even pass near her in the staffroom or canteen. I wanted her to think that it was all over now; then the realisation that it wasn't would crush any spirit that she had left! I waited until the following Thursday, knowing that she was off work again that weekend; before sending her an E-mail followed by a short SMS text. The text simply said, 'CHECK YOUR E-MAIL ASAP AND TEXT ME BACK WHEN YOU HAVE DONE SO' One of my old associates was a genius on computers; I had given him her E-mail address which I had got off her application form at work. From that he had been able to hack into her account and add all her contacts to a file on my own special account! This fact I explained to her in the E-mail to which I had attached copies of the photos that I had taken the previous Friday. I also implied that I could just as easy send the photos to all those addresses at the flick of a button. Then I waited for her response; it came later that Thursday evening by SMS text. 'PLEASE DON'T SEND THOSE PICS, WHAT DO YOU WANT OUT OF ME I DID EVERYTHING YOU ASKED OF ME' Not yet you haven't I thought to myself, I have even started with you yet girl! I returned her text. 'MY HOUSE, FRIDAY, 8PM SHARP. OR ALL YOUR FRIENDS GET TO SEE WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE AS A GIRL!' The reply did not arrive for several minutes, I didn't think it would; it would take her that long to consider her options. Although to be honest it was her lack of options that would get the result that I fully expected! 'I WILL BE THERE' was all it said, I laughed out loud; of course you will be, you silly little bitch; you have no choice now; I own your pretty ass. I texted back. 'BE ON TIME, MAKE SURE YOU ARE SHAVED SMOOTH ALL OVER. COME TO THE BACK DOOR AND STRIP NAKED IN THE UTILITY ROOM. PUT YOUR CLOTHES IN THE BIN BAG, GO UPSTAIRS AND PUT ON THE STUFF LAID OUT IN THE SPARE BEDROOM. MAKE-UP AS WELL BITCH! The reply came back seconds later, it simply said, 'OK SIR' I sat back and lit up a joint in celebration whilst contemplating how far I could push her this time! STEVE'S PERSPECTIVE. I had gone into work on the Monday morning fearing the worst; but the day had passed without even bumping into my tormenter, as did the next three days. I was beginning to think that the nightmare was over when about 6pm on the Thursday I received a text. I read the contents of his next couple of texts with growing despair; and after checking my Emails my heart literally sunk, I had no choice, I had to go back and relive the horror of last weekend again! I fell on my bed and started to sob; what would he want to do to me this time? When would he ever let me go? Would he ever let me go? It was all too much for me, I was in too deep I was at his mercy now! All I could do was play along and actually try to be just what he wanted me to be. I realised now, far too late, that I should have stood up to him in the beginning. By trying to take the easy way out, I had only given him even more ammunition to blackmail me with! Arriving home at about half past five on the Friday evening, I ate a quick snack, told my mother that I would be away until at least Sunday afternoon again and headed up to the bathroom. I had purchased new razor blades and some woman's shaving gel on my way home from work; so I ran a hot bath and got to work. By seven-o-clock I was shaved, bathed and dressed in a pair of jeans with a T-shirt and denim jacket. I headed out to catch the bus to the other side of town where my 'boyfriend' lived and would be waiting for me. I had already spoke to my girlfriend informing her that I would not be able to see her again this weekend and this had led to an argument. Not that I could spend time with her and risk her seeing my shaved body anyway; how would I explain that? At exactly eight-o-clock I was entering the back door of his house into the utility room. I stripped off my male clothes, deposited them into the black bin liner on the shelf and headed through the living room towards the stairs. He was sat with his back to me using his computer as I walked in. Without looking round he said, "Hello sweetheart; go and get ready for me. I don't ever want to see you in this house as a boy. You are and will only ever be a girl for me here!" I slowly walked upstairs to see what he expected me to wear tonight for him. The make-up and nail varnish were already out on the dressing table for me; the evenings' underwear was laid out on the bed. Hanging up from the wardrobe door was a short tight looking white jersey type dress with a wide gold coloured belt and matching gold strappy high-heeled sandals on the floor below! I went through the now almost familiar routine of foundation and mascara; this time I noticed that the matching lipstick and nail varnish was a far deeper red than last time. The eye shadow was different too; it was a deep brown for my eyelids with a bronze, shiny colour for the sockets. I covered myself in the musk body spray and heavy, feminine perfume and proceeded to dress. This strange experience was becoming all too natural for me now; I even caught myself checking my appearance in the full length mirror. Another change from last weeks' attire was that the white stockings were hold-ups so obviously no fiddly suspender belt to worry about. There was a matching white G-string and bra with delicate gold decoration on them and some plain gold jewelry for my neck, wrists and fingers, with clip on earrings. I slipped on the tight, stretchy dress, fastened the belt and put the heels on. I spent a couple more minutes in the mirror; trying to put off the inevitable! Then realising that I couldn't, I went downstairs to see what tonight would hold for me? MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. I had deliberately played it cool when she had first arrived; I didn't want to see her until she was properly dressed! I knew it would take her at least an hour so I poured myself a drink, lit up a joint and continued to browse the porn sites, the tranny sites, contact sites, etc on my computer. I wanted to get in the mood for her grand entrance! When she did finally come down I showered her in compliments, telling her how pretty, how sexy, how gorgeous she looked. I was pleased to notice her blushing as I spoke; she was conditioned now to act all girly for me. It never failed to amaze me how bitches like this; and as you know I have turned many a bitch out in prison, always go all giddy with a bit of flattery. It is as if that when they are dressed like girls then they always eventually begin to think and act like girls. It must be something to do with the amount of time and effort they realise that they have to put into it that makes them appreciate and feel what a woman feels! It brings out the natural feminine vanity in them and lets' face it, only a certain kinda guy would go along with this kinda treatment in the first place! Only a weak, girly type of lad would dress up and act like a slut for man just because a guy tells them too! A real man would just say fuck off and take the consequences; there's no way that I would stand for it and I can only respect a man as a man if he is a real man. If a man can't stand up like a man in prison; then he is no longer a man. In the eyes of the real men he is a girl now, a bitch to be taken and turned out by whoever gets there first and in my time in prison that was usually me! I sat on the sofa and turned the television and DVD player on; there was a porn movie already to go and an image of a young, big-breasted, blond slut getting spit-roasted by two guys filled the screen. "Go get us some drinks sweetheart," I told her. A few minutes later she returned with a drink in each hand. "Come sit on my knee gorgeous and tell me about your week," I commanded. I wanted her to act just like a real girlfriend for me; to sit down and relax a little! Humouring her efforts by letting her babble on for a while seemed to do the trick I could feel the tension ease from her body as she sat in my lap. I wondered if she could feel the 'tension' mounting in mine as my hand circled the small of her back and down over the top part of her ass. It felt very sensual rubbing her through her thin dress. Putting my drink down, I explored her knees and thighs with my other hand. She obviously knew what was gonna come but she probably wasn't sure when? I waited until she appeared calmed by the alcohol and joint I had lit for us both; until I could sense her letting her guard down and starting to become a bit complacent. Then I struck, I grabbed her waist slipped out from under her dropping her bottom on to the seat and started my first assault of the evening upon her sexy, horny body. Thrusting my hand up her skirt I grabbed her crotch and fingered the flimsy material of her panties. "And what is my pretty little girl wearing under her skirt for her boyfriend today?" I quizzed. She already knew the answer required. "Pretty little, white, silky, girly panties," she answered. "And was have you got in your pretty little panties for me?" I continued. Again she knew what I wanted to hear and responded by saying. "Your pretty little girl has got a little clitty and a cute tight pussy in her girly silky panties for you Sir." I kissed her on her open mouth and deftly flipped her over onto her tummy; I was horny as fuck and wanted to waste no time in easing my throbbing erection. I ran my hands straight up the backs of her stockings, lifting her dress up and alternately slapping each of her buttocks several times. Even though I had no intention of hurting her by slapping her smooth shapely bottom too hard she wasn't to know that. Before each stroke landed she tensed her muscles and caught her breath; it was so cute to see her fear. I wanted to warm up and redden that rounded girly bottom of hers, get her ready for the next stage! "What a lovely, sexy, little bottom you have girl," I told her. "And you know what men like to do to their girlfriends' lovely, sexy, little bottoms, don't you?" Indeed experience had taught her exactly what men liked to do to their girlfriends' bottoms if they got half a chance! "S-s-stick their big, hard cocks up them Sir" She stammered, resigned to her fate now. "Very good sweetheart." I patronised her, as I went through the preliminaries of pulling her G- string to one side, lubing her fuck-hole and giving her a short blast of the poppers. By hooking my finger inside her cunt and pulling, I easily got her up onto all-fours and man-handled her into the required position. She was ass up faced into the sofa, offering herself to me as I stood behind her frantically freeing my enlarged penis ready for action. I was in her in an instant, riding her as I spanked her, pulled her hair and squeezed her waist. I wanted to remind her of her place, that she was a girl and all girls where just sex objects to men like me. I told her as much, making her repeat those facts back to me, like a mantra of her submission as I quickly filled the little sluts' cunt up with my ejaculation! I straightened up her clothing in an almost considerate way, as if I really cared? Ha ha, as if? I pulled up my pants and we both settled down with more drinks and spliffs to watch the rest of the porn. At one stage I pulled her head down into my lap and forced to give me a blow- job as the girl on the television screen endured the same fate. I must admit she was becoming really good at this; so good in fact that I didn't consider her to be a lad in panties anymore. I now thought of her only as a girl and my girl at that. It was time to give her a girls name so that she would realise that this situation she was in was not gonna end in the near future! Just what that name would be would be up to her; well kind of up to her, in reality it was all part of my game of domination. So I employed one of my old prison tricks to humiliate and break her even more; I offered her the choice of three names and told her to choose herself a name that she wanted to be known as! The choices were Katie, Angelina and Helena; it would be amusing to see her decide! Later on that night in bed after I had spent hours fucking her mouth and pussy from every angle I could think of I demanded her answer. "So princess, what is your new girly name gonna be then?" "Katie," she responded quietly. "Ok then Katie." "Ask me nicely then," I added. "Please will you call me Katie from now on Sir," she answered obediently. I kissed her and told her that from now on her name would be Katie; although she probably still would be known as bitch, slut, whore, fuck- toy and what ever else I wanted to call her as well! KATIE'S PERSPECTIVE. I had all day Saturday to get used to my new name as he called my by it continually; he even changed the name attached to my number in his mobile to Katie. Now every time I had to text or phone him the name Katie would appear on the display! It had dawned on me now that this was gonna become a regular thing; I was trapped into being his bitch! The Saturday passed in a blur of drugs, alcohol and sex of one sort or another; he must have had me in every position possible. He even told me a little about himself! It appeared that he had been a bit of a gangster in his time; not a man to be fucked with. Thank god for the lube and ketamine or I would have been in agony by the time he finally let me go on the Sunday afternoon. He had had me in a couple of different outfits; it was easy for him to get clothes for me to wear from work! They were kept in the spare bedroom along with make-up, shoes, perfume, etc. "From now on when you come round honey, this will be your changing room" He had informed me. Confirming my suspicions that this was gonna be my new role in life for the foreseeable future! Before I left for home he gave me a package. "A little something to keep us going until next weekend sweetheart," he said as he passed it me. "Don't worry about what your rota at work will be, I've had a word with your supervisor and from now on your days off will be the same as mine!" "And don't think you can resign from your job and escape me. I still have the photos! And I still have your address; you wouldn't want me to get pissed off and come round visiting you one cold dark night would you," he added with a laugh. Whoopee, I thought to myself sarcastically as I put on my male clothes, so now my whole life was geared around him! At least he was good enough to pay for a taxi for me to get home; although as he had done last week, he made a joke out of it being the whores' wages. Later that night I opened the package he had given me; the first items I saw were, a packet of cigarettes, a packet of rolling papers and a big lump of dark, fragrant cannabis resin. "Well that's the fucking least he could do for me," I said aloud, bitterly! Underneath these 'gifts' was a black lacy bra, matching black lacy panties and suspender belt with a pair of black stockings. At the bottom of the box was a handwritten note, it read, 'KEEP THESE READY AND AWAIT FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS BITCH. AND OBEY THEM TO THE LETTER OR ELSE!' I took full advantage of the free smoke, spending the rest of Sunday getting stoned alone in my room; only going downstairs for some food later. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday I got up, went to work, came home, got stoned and went to bed; I avoided seeing my mates and girlfriend. How could I explain to them that my weekends were not my own anymore? They would surely expect me to explain where I had been the last two weekends and why I wouldn't be seeing them for the next few! Plus how could I explain to my girlfriend just why I hadn't got any body hair anymore? On the Thursday morning as I was drying myself in my room after my shower, I received a text from him! 'HELLO KATIE. PUT THE UNDERWEAR AND STOCKINGS ON UNDER YOUR NORMAL CLOTHES TODAY AT WORK. KEEP YOUR MOBILE, TURNED ON AND IN YOUR JACKET POCKET ALL DAY. AWAIT FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS!' What could I do except to do as he commanded; I was completely beaten down by it all now. My mind just went blank and I found myself numbly following his instructions. I put on the suspender belt, attached the stockings, slipped up the panties and fastened the bra into position. I was in a dream-like state blindly obeying him as if I was a conditioned automaton! I put my usual work clothes on over the top, shirt, tie and a suit and headed off to work. At about eleven-o-clock that morning as I came back to the department that I was assigned to; my supervisor approached me and said, "Steve, I have just had instructions from upstairs that the stockroom in the basement needs tidying up. And that I need to send my most junior member of staff down to do it" In fairness to him he did sound quite apologetic; he obviously wasn't as aware as I was of the situation. I knew that it was no coincidence that I had been told to dress as I was under my suit; and this news that I was to be sent downstairs on my own for the next couple of hours! As I trudged downstairs my phone started bleeping; I had a new message, surprise, surprise! 'GO IN THE STOCKROOM AND LOCK THE DOOR BEHIND YOU. THEN STRIP DOWN TO YOUR UNDIES. I'LL BE WATCHING ON THE CCTV!' I did as I was told, slowly stripping off my male clothes and placing tem in a neat pile by the door. At least there was no-one else in the room; although I did notice the little red light glowing on a CCTV camera as it followed me into the centre of the room. It was a shame that I hadn't been so observant that first time in the stockroom when I had been foolish enough to steal that fucking shirt! Had I realised the extent of the surveillance I wouldn't have been so stupid; especially now I knew just what the full consequences of my mistake would be! My phone bleeped again and knowing it would be him I walked back to my jacket and read the message. 'IN THE CORNER IN THE RED BOX ARE A PAIR OF HEELS. PUT THEM ON AND PARADE ABOUT THE ROOM. I WANT TO SEE YOU STRETCH AND BEND FOR ME LIKE THE GOOD LITTLE GIRL YOU ARE. TO MOVE THAT PILE OF BOXES FROM THE LEFT HAND SIDE OF THE ROOM TO THE OTHER. GET BUSY BITCH!' I minced across the room and took out the heels; they were the highest I had ever seen, probably six inches I guessed? Putting them on I tottered the length of the room, about six or seven yards and back; then got to work moving the boxes. It was no easy task as I was struggling to not only maintain my balance in these damned heels; but also I was subconsciously trying to maintain some kind of feminine poise, grace and dignity! It was as like I really was playing the part now; I really was a man's bitch now! It took me over an hour to move all the boxes, I had started off stretching on one side of the room to reach down the uppermost boxes, to bending down on the other side of the room as I placed them down in their new positions. These angles switching as I worked my way through the boxes until now I was bending and stretching to the reverse angle of the camera! When I had finished I received another text. 'WELL DONE KATIE, NOW TURN AWAY FROM THE CAMERA AND BEND OVER, SHOW ME YOU'RE ASS! THEN PULL DOWN YOUR PANTIES AND STRETCH OPEN THAT PUSSY FOR ME'. Reluctantly I complied; dropping my panties down to my knees and stretching open my bum cheeks to show him my 'pussy'. Fighting back the tears I bent down low and posed like a slut in a porn magazine for this voyeur! I was released from my humiliating posture after a minute or so by another text. I stood up and went to read it. 'VERY GOOD KATIE. NOW GET DRESSED AND GET BACK UPSTAIRS. I'VE DONE WITH YOU FOR NOW SLUT' I didn't need telling twice, I quickly dressed and fled upstairs,; when I got back to my department I reported to my supervisor and was sent off on my dinner break. After I had eaten in the staff canteen I went down to the male toilets for a quick slash before I went back on duty. There was no-one down there as I stood before the urinal and unzipped my fly. Because I was wearing panties and not my usual boxer shorts with front buttons, I also had to unfasten the waistband button. I then opened myself up and fished around in my knickers for my 'clitty'. Just as I stared to wee I heard the door open and bang shut behind me, followed by several brisk footsteps as the man appeared beside me. He stood in the next urinal and proceeded to unfasten himself, although he took out his cock I didn't hear him start to piss! In fact he just seemed to be stroking it and his breathing started getting heavier and heavier. Just as I finished and was about to fasten myself up, he broke the silence with a laugh. "Hello Katie," he said with a sneer. "I know just who and what you are bitch." He laughed again, adding, "And I know just what you are wearing under those boys clothes, you little tart" As he said this, his hand slipped down the back of my open trousers, over my suspender belt and right down over my panties stroking my bum on the way to the top of my legs; I felt the trousers drop down my thighs. I was in complete shock at this assault, who the fuck was this guy I thought as I turned towards him. I had not seen this guy before although his name badge identified him as DANNY. SECURITY. He was about six foot tall, muscular, dark-skinned and had curly black hair. Rooted to the spot with shock and fear I could only stand there speechless. How the fuck did he know what I was wearing under my male clothes? He answered my immediate concerns by saying. "Hell bitch, you fucking sure do look good on the camera, but even better in the flesh!" It was clear to me now that he had been watching my little performance in the stockroom. And there was I, naïve enough to think that I had been putting on a private show for him. Who else had been watching me, how many others had seen that video? Had I now become his public sex-toy, a fucking porn star as well as his own personal bitch? I was snapped out of my unpleasant thoughts as Danny said, "I have a feeling Katie that me and you are gonna get a lot better acquainted, very soon honey." He squeezed my bottom quite hard, put his cock away and walked out of the bathroom, laughing as he went. "See ya round sweetheart," he sneered as the door slammed shut behind him. After taking a couple of minutes to compose myself I went back to work. This new development had shocked me; I really didn't think that he would be such a bastard as to let other men into our perverse little secret. How wrong I was, I couldn't even imagine the lack of respect that he really had for me. I wrongly thought at the time that by playing along with him and pleasing him that it would make it easier on me. As I found out later on when he told me about his time in prison; if you surrender too easily to men like him, it only encouraged them to treat you less like a girlfriend and even more like a whore! It was only that next weekend that I realised that in fact from now on I was a whore! MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. It was a fine show that the little trollop had put on in the stockroom for me and my guest! I had invited Danny along to see her in action; this was because he was the one guy in my security ream that I had not personally done time inside with. All the rest I had known for a long time; and I knew that like me they had all kept bitches in prison. I had heard rumours that he had also liked a bitch or two inside! They had all been the prison hard men, men of respect, the alpha males in our environment; we even used to pass our bitches around to each other on our party nights! I would show them a copy I had made of Katie's little show later. I knew that they would all appreciate it and would all at some time in the future get a chance to get a piece of her. Hey! I was a generous guy to my mates; I knew the code of all sticking together. We were the men in this world and all others were our prey, our potential victims and our bitches! Danny was a highly respected guy, recommended by my boss Frank Maloney no less; so I was more than happy to take him on here as part of the security set-up. I was intrigued however to find out for myself whether or not he was one of my sort of prison guys? That is a tough guy who can look after himself, be part of the firm and take his share of the benefits of being one of the 'chaps'. Those benefits being the booze, the cigs, the drugs and most of all the bitches. I needn't have worried; from the moment he clapped eyes on her he was hooked! As we watched her and sent her instructions by text on what to do; we giggled like schoolboys, swapping stories about the bitches we had turned out in the nick. It appeared, that like me, he was an expert in this scenario! We watched her in the canteen and saw her head off to the male restroom. "Why don't you go down there and introduce yourself to her Danny boy," I said, winking at him. He knew just where I was coming from and winked back as he jumped out of his seat and ran downstairs to head her off at the urinal. I unbuttoned my fly and rubbed my cock as I watched the scene unfold. Unfortunately there was no sound on the CCTV but it was not needed. I could see what happened and could make out the shocked resignation on her face afterwards. This weekend was going to be very, very interesting indeed; I was gonna take her to a new level of slutty submissiveness! I left it until Friday evening before I contacted her; I wanted the silly little bimbo to think that she had actually got away with it this weekend before I crushed her. I also wanted her to make and then have to break any other arrangements that she had made. I wanted to estrange her from her male life and make her my complete slave. My text to her read, 'MY HOUSE 3PM SATURDAY. BE FULLY SHAVED BITCH!' At precisely 3pm that Saturday as I was sitting in my living room I heard the back door open and close, heralding her arrival. It took a minute or so as she undressed before she came into the living room naked. Turning round to look at her slim, smooth girl-like body I said, "Hello Katie, off you go upstairs, you know what to do." "I have arranged a little treat for you this evening," I added with a laugh. "Hello Sir, thank you Sir," was all she said as she walked upstairs. I would love to have been a fly on the wall in her bedroom; I bet the look on her face when she saw the outfit I had selected for the first part of the evening would be priceless! I had picked something really special for her, clothing that would confirm her place in life. Her garments consisted of sheer, black, seamed stockings with a lacy, black suspender belt. Very thin and flimsy material black bra and matching panties; very tight almost see-thru, with a little white lace trim. Six inch stilletoe heeled, shiny black patent leather court shoes. The dress I had selected was perfect, I thought it very appropriate for the role I had in mind for her. It was a short, just long enough to reach her stocking tops, black maids dress; quite a cheap sexy one from the local sex-shop. The sort that is of a very lightweight polyester material with white lace trim at the hem and bust and a little white apron to tie at the back. Tight and stretchy at the top and flaring out from her apron down! To finish her look off I had left out for her a pair of black, silky gloves that would come up passed her elbows and a two inch wide black velvet choker with a small pearl broach at the throat. There were two matching clip-on drop earrings; which reminded me to tell her to get her ears and her navel pierced before we next met! About forty minutes after she had gone upstairs there was a knock at the front door; my guest had arrived. "How ya doing Danny," I said as I welcomed him in. "Fine Andy," he replied,, adding "Everything ok? She here yet?" "Of course," I laughed. "She always does as she is told." "She's upstairs now getting ready; she will probably be about another half hour or so yet. Wanna drink?" I offered. We got a beer and sat down chatting; she would be able to hear our voices from her room as we talked. She would be aware that I wasn't alone and that she would have to show herself in girly mode to another man. This combined with the clothing that she would be in the process of putting on would only add to her fear and confusion about just what her little 'treat' for this evening would really be! Danny and I, it transpired were obviously on the same wavelength on how we wanted things to progress. We discussed the finer points of bitch breaking and training; it would be good to see how the little slut reacted to serving two guys at once! She was gonna have to work hard for her cab fare home today. First I was gonna totally humiliate her by showing her off to my new mate She was gonna serve us drinks and fetch us food like a proper little maid should; before we humiliated her sexually. Then later on after she had changed into something more suitable, we would take her upstairs for the main event! Danny and I had already discussed earlier in the week our love of making home-movies and tonight was a good opportunity to make one. I had already prepared the master bedroom it was set up like proper studio, all it needed now was the actress to star in our film; and we both knew who that was gonna be! KATIE'S PERSPECTIVE. I nearly died when I saw just what he expected me to wear that night; I would look like a right little slut in that maids dress, it was far too short! The ridiculously high heels and kinky gloves with the choker only emphasised that slutty look. My anxiety was heightened even more when I heard the knock on the door followed by voices. It dawned on me that the other person downstairs didn't seem to be leaving; that must mean that we were going to have company tonight. I guessed that it would probably be that twat Danny that had accosted me in the staff toilets earlier in the week. I remembered that he had promised me then that we would meet again soon; I hadn't really taken the threat seriously at the time! Oh god this was gonna be even more humiliating; parading around in that little skimpy dress in front of two men; and god knows what else may happen to me tonight. The memory came back to me of one of the porn movies we had seen; the one with a girl getting spit-roasted by two guys, it was not a pleasant thought! I slowly continued to dress, desperately hoping that by the time I was ready I would have heard the other man leave. It was a vain, hopeful thought; I knew inside that he was here for the duration! I had put on bright red nail varnish and lipstick as well as a reddish coloured blusher and eye shadow. Checking my face in the mirror I realised that I did actually look like a fucking prostitute; only this was far worse, I had no choice and I wasn't getting paid for it! The actual dress was one of the cheap tarty bedroom fantasy maids dress rather than one a real maid in a hotel would wear. It was very flimsy and tight, with the flared skirt so light against my stocking covered thighs that I felt like I wasn't wearing it! It had taken me ages to get the seams in the stockings straight as I had never done this kinda thing before and the heels were so high that they pinched my toes as my feet slid down inside them. This constant worrying that my seams were straight, my dress pulled down at all times so as not to show my stocking-tops too much and the tottering in the heels meant I was dressed for the pleasure of men not for my comfort. The feeling that I was dressing up for a purely sexual role and for the visual stimulation of two guys lowered my spirits even lower than at any time since this whole nightmare had began. I took one last, long look in the mirror. It was no use procrastinating any longer, time to go and face the music! I struggled down the stairs, almost losing my balance in the process, to see them both sitting there one at each end of the large sofa in the living room watching yet another porn movie. I had been correct in assuming that it would be Danny who had arrived earlier; he turned to give me a hard look, stopping me dead in my tracks with the intensity of it. Mr Wilton also turned to look and said, "Hello Katie, this is Danny. You will call him Master Danny and call me Master Andrew. Do you understand?" "Yes Master Andrew" I dutifully answered. "Now come over here girl" He pointed to the area in front of the sofa. "Curtsy to your Masters' and introduce yourself." I walked slowly to the assigned spot; it felt even more difficult to walk in these damned heels with two pairs of leering eyes watching my every move. I felt the awkwardness, humiliation and shame in every tottering footstep; Master Danny's mouth curled into a cruel mocking smile, he was enjoying every minute of my ordeal! I turned to face Master Danny and said, "Hello Master Danny, My name is Katie." I put one foot slightly in front of the other, took the hem of my dress at the sides between my thumb and fore-fingers and bent my knees in a as low a curtsy as I could manage without falling off my heels. I lowered my head in a gesture of humility and submission as I did so. What choice did I have but to obey him as best I could, it was far too late to display any kind of resistance to anything he demanded of me now. He could ruin my life with a press of a button on his computer and there was always the threat of violence. What chance had I got of fighting him physically? He would kill or maim me for sure and now that there were two of them there was even less chance of escape. I decided, as I had done on the previous visits to his house; that my only option was full compliance and that it would go easier on me if I repeated back the brain-washing phrases he had taught me, without his prompting. I had to play along with his humiliating script for my own survival! I had to be the submissive 'girlfriend', sex-slave, whore that he wanted me to be. Maybe he was just showing me off and that his mate would soon leave? Maybe he was gonna whore me out to his mate? Or maybe I was gonna have to service both of them simultaneously? That last frightening thought had some resonance as I had witnessed how turned on he had been by watching two guy/one girl porno action! DANNY'S PERSPECTIVE. I had liked Andy Wilton right from our first meeting. I hadn't known him before I started working at the store but I had heard of his name and of his prison reputation many times over the years. Like me he was a very well respected member of the criminal fraternity and like me very well connected to the Maloney crime family. We had been working together for about six weeks when he had called me into the camera room two days ago. I had just sat down and lit up the cigarette he had given me when he said, "Here we go Danny boy, sit back, relax and watch this show I have arranged." I was intrigued as I focused on the screen; it showed one of the young lads from menswear going into the stockroom in the basement. I watched with growing amazement, amusement and great interest as he proceeded to remove his tie, jacket, shoes and socks followed by his shirt and trousers; to reveal what he was wearing underneath! This was fucking unbelievable; he had on a black bra, knickers, suspenders and stockings, he even put a pair of heels on as well. I hadn't seen a young lad dressed like that since I had been released from prison six months ago, my cock stirred in my pants! So it was true what I had heard about Andy Wilton; although not only had he kept bitches in prison out of sexual necessity but he had got one on the go here as well! He must actually enjoy the domination over another man, turning him out as a bitch. He was a like-minded individual; we had a lot in common, I knew that we would be mates. I had always been held in the highest respect by the other prison MEN when I was in there; and had always kept a bitch to suck my cock, do my washing, fetch my meals and to fuck! A MAN needs a good bitch about the place! So I fully understood where he was coming from when he told me that he had been training her up for a life as his bitch for the last couple of weekends. After letting me go down to the staff toilets to introduce myself to her, I knew that an invitation to go further and get more intimate with her would be soon forthcoming. We had even discussed our mutual interest in making a video of the event. He suggested that if we both wore some kind of mask we could sell the film on to some connections in the porn business that he had and split the profit! Which seemed like a great idea to me. I had arrived at his house mid afternoon that following Saturday. And after settling down with a beer or two I was rewarded about an hour or so later by my first sight of her dressed in a short skimpy maids outfit with stockings and heels! She curtsied to me and introduced herself as Katie; it was amusing to see her nearly topple over in her heels as she did so. She was too embarrassed to even look me in the eye and kept her eyes cast down the whole time. She seemed so meek and submissive that it appeared that Andy had got this bitch completely broken; I bet there was nothing that this silly little girly cunt wouldn't do for her 'boyfriend' out of fear and respect for a stronger man? Andy had told me about how he had trapped her, pulling her in deeper and deeper by a mixture of blackmail, fear and intimidation; it was brilliant he had her by the tits and we all knew it! "Go and get me and Master Danny a cold beer each out of the fridge and be quick bitch" Andy ordered winking at me! "Y-y-yes Master Andy," she stammered as she sped off into the kitchen. She returned a minute later with two open bottles of beer and duly presented them to us with a little bend at the knee and the words. "Here is your beer Master Andrew and here is your beer Master Danny." She retook her position standing between us as we sat on the sofa, she was facing us, her head bowed, legs together and hands behind her back, all very demur and submissive! As she was only stood a couple of feet in front of the sofa we could easily reach her if, or should I say when we chose to! At the present however I think we were both inclined to sit back with our beer and have a good look at her. There was a porn movie playing in the background and with this vision of enforced feminine beauty in front of me, well what could I say? My god I was horny as hell, my cock was straining in my shorts at the thought of what I was gonna do to her! Andy broke the silence by saying to the bitch. "Tell Master Danny what you have got on Katie." "I want to hear you describe what they are and why you are wearing them to our guest," he added. Without looking up she started to speak in a low, timid, wavering, almost girly voice, "I-I-I am wearing b-b-black seamed stockings Master Danny; because men like to see their women in sexy stockings. "Black six inch heeled shoes to elongate my legs and raise my pretty little bottom up. "Black g-g-gloves because they make me look like a classy bit of skirt. "A-and a little flimsy maids dress because I am M-M-Master Andrew's servant, slave and fuck-toy Master Danny." Oh my, oh my, she really was good or should I say Andy really was good? He had got this bitch so scared of him so quickly that she was working harder at it than I had ever seen a bitch do before, even in prison! She was an old prison hands dream, young, slim and soft with two major weaknesses; she had given a ruthless, selfish bastard like Andy a gilt- edged opportunity to blackmail her and she was weak enough for him to be able to threaten her with violence. Wish they had all been that easy inside, some were pretty easy; but some others did put up a fight. To be honest I always had a lot more respect for them if they did show some balls. One lad in there that I had tried it with actually did try and get the first punch in; of course it was a futile gesture, I quickly floored him and raped him. Even though he had still been fucked I realised that he would be too much like hard work; I didn't want to have to punch him and rape him every time I fancied a shag. I let him be after that, a couple of other guys tried with him, but because he always told them to fuck off and fought tooth and nail; he earned enough respect to be left alone. In prison it is the survival of the fittest, he wasn't as high up the food chain as us men but he was higher up than a prison bitch! In fact in time he came to use the services of the prison whores, paying me or the other chaps in tobacco for the privilege. As I said not high enough to get sex for free like we were, but high enough to be abusing others for his paid pleasure! I was snapped out of my memories by Andy's voice, "Katie tell Master Danny what you are wearing underneath" "I am w-w-wearing a lacy little suspender belt to hold m-my stockings up Master Danny. I am forbidden to wear tights as Master Andrew says that good girls should always wear stockings and suspenders for their Men." She was almost sobbing with the humiliation. "I have a black bra with lace trim for my juicy, pert, little titties, Master Danny," she added. "And what else slut?" Andy quizzed winking at me as he said it. "A l-l-little pair of cute, sexy, flimsy, girly, little black panties Master Danny. Because men like their girls to wear pretty little panties for them," she responded, her voice breaking as she squirmed. I turned to Andy nudged him and said, "I wouldn't mind seeing them; I bet she looks sexy as fuck in her little girly knickers." Andy laughed and told her bluntly, "You fucking heard the man? You will obey any friend of mine as if it was a command direct from me. Now lift your fucking skirt up and show Master Danny your little girly knickers, bitch." I was genuinely touched by his gesture; he was giving me his bitch to share, in our mutual prison experience that is a very high honour indeed. He was showing me that he considered me one of the 'boys' and what was more; he was demonstrating to her this fact. Her face flushed as she bent down and lifted up the hem of her dress up high to her waist. She had the longest, slimmest legs I had seen on a girly-boy; her body was smooth all-over. Her black stockings were attached to the black straps of her suspenders and her panties were pretty, sexy and very girly. "Wow Andy," I said. "You have really got one horny bit of ass here, you sly old dog!" "Yea she really is a hot little bitch ain't she Danny." He laughed, adding, "Bet you could have done with a bitch like this in prison eh Danny?" I noticed her eyes widen on hearing the word prison, obviously she didn't fully know Andy's history! They widened with shock and fear even more as we swapped anecdotes about the 'girls' we had bitched inside! She must have realised before that she was dealing with a tough guy, now she was hearing first hand about just how tough and ruthless he could be in getting his way. She was trembling with fear as we traded stories; laughing at the good memories from inside, like always having a ready supply of obedient, submissive girls on tap! She was standing there skirt up with her hands trembling as I said to Andy, "Cheers mate for letting me share your slut, I appreciate it." To which he replied, "No problem buddy, we both know the prison code amongst the 'Men Of Respect'. Stick together, watch each others back, never see a mate without a cig if you have a spare one and my bitch is your bitch." I thanked him again and said to her, "I bet you have a lovely cute, pert little bottom, turn around." She didn't even hesitate, so numb with fear as she now was, instantly obeying my command. Andy leaned forward and pulled her skirt up, holding it aloft so we could examine the fuck-sluts panty clad arse. "Part your legs bitch and bend over let me see your arse," I added. Once again she followed my orders, I leaned forward for a closer look; her thin mesh panties were stretched tight across her arse. They were almost see-thru; I could clearly make out the firm little buttocks and the smooth cleft in the middle. With that ultimate target of my attention at the end of her sexy little valley, her cunt! I mentioned to Andy what a fantastic ass she had and how girly it looked and we had quite a conversation about its merits; we spoke as if she wasn't there, as if she or her thoughts and feelings counted for nothing. The truth was that her feelings really did count for nothing. She was a whore, a bitch; she was just there for the real men to have their way with; who cared how she felt? I reached forward to touch her bottom, it really was gorgeous; Andy leaned forward and started to rub the back of her knees. It stroked my hands over her stocking-tops and panties, saying to Andy, "What a fucking cracking arse this slut has got, I bet she has got lovely tight little pussy?" "It's a fucking peach," he laughed. "Go on stick a finger up there and you'll see for yourself just how cute and tight it is." Licking my finger I laughed. "Don't mind if I do mate." I pulled her panties down and plunged my finger all the way up. She yelped and flinched, her little cunt muscles tightening; I could tell from her tightness and reaction that even though she had already experienced a mans cock, it was not something that she was fully used to yet! That would come, for if I read Andy correctly, then there was no way she was gonna escape him for a long, long time? We discussed how tight her fuck-hole was and Andy told me how good it felt wrapped around your prick. I could well imagine my cock was rock hard inside my pants now! I pulled out my finger and told her to turn around and stand up straight with her dress held up to her waist as she had been before. I wanted to totally humiliate the little pussy, wanted her to squirm as I questioned her on her sex-life. I asked her to tell me, "What it was like to have the honour of sucking a real man's cock?" She hesitated and looked to Andy in desperation and support; but he only leaned forward to stroke her thighs and said, "Tell him, you worthless slut, just what an honour it is to suck my cock." She described in detail, in a hesitant, wavering voice just what an honour it was. She was almost in tears as she described the smell and the taste of it, what it felt like to suck a man's cock. How much she loved the taste of her Master's cum; it was almost comical to watch as she blubbered away, completely shell-shocked by events. I then told her to describe what it felt like to be fucked up her girly little cunt by a real man! She gulped, took a deep breath and after again looking at Andy for his tacit approval, she began, "It is an honour to have my pussy fucked by a man; my Master takes my tight girly cunt whenever he wants to Master Danny." This was excellent fore-play as far as Andy and I were concerned; I wanted to see her squirm, wanted to see the flush of shame and humiliation in her face. The only good bitch was a completely broken, passive and submissive bitch; both Andy and I were in full agreement to that fact. Only when a cunt is so beaten can a real man get any satisfaction out of fucking her! "Tell me more bitch," I probed, "does it hurt to take a mans cock up your cunt?" She hesitated and still looking to the floor she continued, "It sometimes hurts when my man fucks my pussy; but I'm a good girl and I know that a good girl must endure some pain to please her man." "And I know that part of a mans' pleasure is hurting his bitch as he fucks her; to remind her of just who is the man and just who is the' girl', Master Danny." She knew all the answers right enough, he had worked her over pretty well, mentally; she was almost brain-washed to comply. He really must have put the fear of god up her to have her so submissive, so soon! "I will give you the honour of taking my cock soon you little slut" I sneered to which she replied meekly, "Thank you Master Danny it would be an honour Sir." "Come here girl," I said as I beckoned with my finger. "Come sit next to me." She came over and letting the hem of her skirt drop she sat down between us. I could see that Andy was lapping this up; he was proud of his little whore, he was showing her off to me as the perfect little fuck- toy and how good he was at breaking them! I ran my hands up her thighs over her stockings as I bit her neck, she squealed and I grabbed her face and kissed her; she responded like a good girl should by parting her lips to let my tongue into her mouth. Again I resumed my quest up her dress, my hands back o her legs and heading up over her stocking-tops. She wriggled, but there was no escape I held her firmly and securely. I reached her panties and rubbed at her clitty through the frail material; delving down between her legs, parting them as I searched for her pussy. She was moaning and writhing like a bitch on heat; my hand still delving deep between her parted thighs. As I slipped off the sofa and positioned myself between her open legs Andy knelt up beside her and thrust his cock into her face. We both laughed as she tried to pull away but he had hold of her hair and I had hold of her waist. She was trapped into the required position; perfect for me to slide my hands into her panties and play with that tight, little pussy while Andy got a blow-job! I fingered her fuck-hole and lubed it up ready for cock; Andy was moaning and groaning as he fucked her face. "Let's get her up on the sofa," I suggested. He agreed and we pulled her up, moved her over and pushed her down over the arm of the sofa. She was now on her knees with her ass up in the air with her elbows resting on the arm of the sofa and her head conveniently at cock height for Andy now stood in front of her. This allowed me to kneel on the sofa behind her; I ripped off my shoes, jeans and boxers and moved into position behind her. My cock was pressing against the material of her panties, pushing into the crack of her arse. I pulled her knickers roughly to one side and pushed the tip of my penis against her lubed up sphincter. Andy gave her a hit of poppers and I felt her loosen; I took my chance and pressed home my attack. She stiffened and let out a low moan; her mouth obviously gagged with his cock. I laughed as he said, "Be very fucking careful with your teeth bitch. If you bite down on my cock I will personally knock them fucking out. Then the problem will never ever arise again; do you wanna go through life as a toothless cock-sucker?" He was laughing too. I fucked her hard; it had been a while since I had experienced the thrill seeing someone beaten down to this level of submission. I knew it was easy to find trannys online and in certain clubs that would let you use them like this; but a major part of the buzz for guys like me is knowing that the slut that you are using is not doing this of her own free will. It was certainly the domination aspect that appealed to guys like me and Andy! "Yee- fucking-ha," I yelled out as I pulled her hips back onto me and shot my wad inside her. I continued to ride her like a bitch as I dumped more and more cum up her cunt; I slapped her arse as I emptied myself up her pretty, cute, little pussy. Andy moaned at the same time as he shot his load down her throat, he called her his "Cute little sex-kitten." As I heard her gulp down his semen. He gently slapped her face and said to her, "Say thank-you to your Masters' for allowing their worthless slave the honour of pleasuring both of their magnificent cocks." She obediently repeated back his words; he left the room and went upstairs returning a minute or two later. He then said to her, "Go upstairs, fix-up your make-up and put on the outfit that I have put out for you." She got up and pouted in a very sulky, girly way and obeyed him. "What do think then Danny?" Andy had laughed as she walked upstairs. "Do you think that she will fit the bill? This was just a rehearsal," he added. "Oh yea she certainly fits the bill perfectly, I can't wait," I laughed in response. KATIE'S PERSPECTIVE. What did he mean, that was just the rehearsal? What more could they want of me, I had already sucked them and been fucked by both of them, hadn't I done enough? The answer to that was, no I hadn't in fact we hadn't even started yet. I was sent upstairs with a drink and a joint to get ready for the next part of their entertainment. Being forced to dress and act as their maid, then being intimately examined and discussed by them as if I was some kind object; had heightened my sense of hopelessness and defeat. I was his property, his slave, his whore; it was my duty to please him and anyone else he chose to share me with. I touched up my make-up, sprayed on some more perfume and put on the clothes that he had laid out on the bed for me. I sobbed as I realised it was just underwear, not even a dress to cover myself with! I put on the white basque and matching G-string with the sheer white stockings. Lastly putting on the white sandals with heels as high as the ones I had worn earlier and the string of cheap, white, fake pearls around my neck. When I was ready I went out on to the landing, they were both waiting for me there, standing chatting with drinks and sharing a joint. Master Andy was wearing black leather boots, a chest harness and leather shorts; Master Danny was wearing a black leather thong, leather chaps and boots. They both were holding what looked like leather face masks in their hands; they looked like something from a horror movie. They put their glasses and the joint down and walked purposely towards me, with menacing and hard looks on their faces. "Well, well doesn't she look like a proper little virgin; all in white like a bride on her wedding night," sneered Master Danny. "Come on, in here," Master Andy snapped as he pushed me through the bedroom door. His bedroom had been transformed into what looked like the set of one of the porn films we had watched. The windows had been heavily draped in thick black material. All the furniture had been removed except the bed which had been stripped down to the dark red satin bed-sheet and positioned in the centre of the room. There was a big studio light illuminating the bed and the surrounding area, three cameras positioned on tri-pods, likewise focused on the bed and a couple of microphones placed discreetly nearby. What filled me with more horror however were the objects on the bed beside the pillows? Handcuffs, ropes, dildoes and a riding crop; obviously I was in for a long night and they were gonna film every second of my ordeal. I was given a large line of ketamine and a hit of poppers as I heard the cameras click on. I was propelled towards the bed; just making it in time as the full force of the drugs took effect, I climbed on the bed on my knees, resting on my hands, the room starting to spin around. I heard one of their voices behind me say, "Time for a good old fashioned prison bitch- beasting. Put your mask on, plenty of people are gonna pay to see this." Then the other voice replying, "Yea don't wanna get recognised when this movie hits the internet." "And coming to a sex-shop near you," laughed the first voice. My mind was a blur, the drugs rushing through my head; although at the time I was pretty much aware of what followed, later on its hard to recall. Maybe it was some kind of instinctive survival method to blot out the memory, or probably just a mix of drugs, alcohol and shock. Either way it did not change the fact that I was going to be fucked in both holes in a movie that would be seen by hundreds if not thousands of perverts like these two bastards. I closed my eyes and preyed for it to end. MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. Danny and I put on our leather face masks and pushed our fuck-toy towards the bed, bringing us all in into view of my strategically placed cameras. The microphones would pick up every sound we made; I didn't want to miss any of this. If it works out well Danny and I could make a couple of quid out of this film; if it doesn't we still have a copy each to remember the night by! I will have fun showing it to the slut later as well; with the cocktail of drugs I have given her she probably won't remember much herself. Although she will feel and know every little detail that happens to her at the time! We started off by both standing on the firm mattress of the bed with her kneeling in between us; I pulled her up to our waist level by her hair and took my cock out of my leather shorts with my other hand. "Suck bitch," I growled as I thrust my cock in her mouth. Danny had released his cock as well now and began to slap her face with it to get her attention as she worshipped my throbbing organ. "My turn you fucking nasty little slut," he said impatiently. Like the good little cock-sucking slut she had now become; she got to work dividing her oral duties between the two large, erect cocks. Just like a good little porn star should do when serving two men she alternated pleasuring me with pleasuring him. She licked his hairy balls bringing a smile to his face as he said to me, "She's a fucking good little cunt ain't she Andy? She really does know how to suck a man's dick!" We knelt down on the bed and pushed her down onto all-fours; I was behind her ready to fuck her cunt and Danny was in front, his cock waving in her face. "Let's spit-roast the dirty little cock-slut," Danny said laughing cruelly. He really was a vicious bastard, almost as bad as me; this was gonna make for some great viewing later! I put a dab of lube onto the tip of my penis; she was still wet from earlier! I pulled her G-string to one side and stretched her ass cheeks apart. She let out a choking moan as the two meat bayonets skewered her from each end. We shook her like a rag-doll as we rammed ourselves deep inside her; she just groaned and took it like a professional slut should. After I few minutes I paused and said to Danny, "Here you go mate; do you want her pussy?" I slapped her on the arse and said, "Spin round cunt, Danny wants your cunt now and I want your mouth." She spun around and I buried myself up to my balls in her mouth as Danny did the same thing in her snatch. We banged away at her frantically; stopping only to flip her over onto her back and manhandle her into position with her head laying back over the edge of the bed. Danny moved round to fuck her face from this deeper angle, he would be able to get it right down her throat; whilst I positioned myself between her open legs and pulled her ankles up over my shoulders. I ripped her knickers off, throwing them to the bed; she wouldn't need them again tonight. Finding her stretched open fuck-hole was easy, my cock glided straight into her. Again we spun her around so that this way Danny would be able stand on the floor where he was now and fuck her cunt instead of her mouth. I would be able to squat over her and rub my balls and cock in her face and make her lick them. This we proceeded to do for quite some time as the sensation of her tongue under my bollocks was amazing. Danny looked well pleased too with what he was getting; we were laughing and cracking jokes about the poor little whore as she gave it all to please us! I climbed off her and stood beside Danny. "Watch out mate," I said, "it's my turn." He laughed, pulled out his cock and said, "After you boss." I thanked him and replaced his dick with mine inside her hot little cunt. It only took a few hard shoves and I shot my load inside her. He was still masterbating his hard dick as I groaned with relief. I stood aside and watched him penetrate her gaping fuck-hole; some of my cum oozed out of her as he fucked her. It only took a minute and he too was filling up that inviting little hole with his man-cream. Grabbing her limp body by her ankles I threw her up onto the bed and paused the cameras. Danny and I took our masks off and had a bottle of cold beer each with another couple of joints; it wouldn't take us long to recover for round two! She was lay on the bed, face down, breathing heavily, cum flowing out of her crack like a well used whore; which in fact she was, only we hadn't finished with her yet! After a short break I dosed her up with another line of ketamine; we replaced our masks, turned the camera back on and got back to work. We used her like a whore in many ways and positions; me on my back with her in a reverse cowgirl astride me whilst Danny stood in front of her and fucked her face again. We swapped around to share our fun time with this girl equally as we were two equals in this game, it was her that was not equal! We cuffed her hands behind her back and took it in turns to pound her red and swollen hole. Tied her to the bed and fucked her again, we even gave her a few strokes of the crop across her arse to keep her focused through her drug-haze! We made her tell us how lucky she was to have two men nice enough to use her little slutty cunt. Made her cry and grovel with pain and humiliation as we used the dildoes on her. We spit-roasted her again pushing and shoving her as we reached climax. When we were ready to cum again we pulled her off the bed and threw her to her knees on the bedroom floor. I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back and said, "Look at me bitch." As she looked up at me I emptied my balls all over her face and open mouth. Danny stepped round and thrust his cock in and out of her mouth then withdrew it and shot a long thick stream of cum splattered across her face. "What a fucking nasty dirty little cunt," he laughed. "She fucking well sure is," I responded laughing as I said to her, "Go fucking clean yourself up sweetheart, then fuck off home." She had been fucked senseless now and with the drugs wearing off she wouldn't be of any further use to us tonight. Besides we had both shot our loads several times already today and I for one just wanted to sit down with a drink and a joint whilst watching the film we had made. Danny was welcome to stay and join me but the bitch could fuck off now that we were sexually satisfied. I gave her £10 for her cab home, she had earned it! I had a feeling that this movie was gonna be a success she had performed just as I had hoped she would. There was a future in this for her and money in it for me; I could pimp her out to anyone that wanted to make a movie, or just who wanted to fuck her themselves for that matter. She was my slave now, there was no way out for her; she was a whore trapped by a powerful, vicious pimp! KATIE'S PERSPECTIVE. It was a real effort to drag myself up and out of his bedroom. The ketamine was wearing off and I felt mentally blank. I removed the clothing, make-up, nail varnish and showered quickly. I got my male clothes on and, as I had been ordered to do, I fucked off home. I flagged down a taxi from the main road and checked the time, it was 3am; my god where had the night gone? It was only the dull throbbing in my ass that left me in no doubt as to where the night had gone. I got home, no-one was up which was good I really didn't feel like chatting to my parents. I had a joint and a cup of tea in my bedroom, then I fell asleep sobbing like a little girl! How much longer would this hell continue for? How many more times would I have to go round to his house to be his woman? What else would he have planned for me on my next visits? How much worse could this scenario possibly get? I had been well and truly turned out, I had been bitch-fucked, there was no way back!
ENTRAPMENT, TWO SIDES TO EVERY STORY. PART 4 (It would be best to read the first three parts first to keep the story in perspective) KATIE'S PERSPECTIVE. I did not hear from that bastard Wilton in the week leading up to my next days off. So I went ahead and made arrangements to see my girlfriend and try and make it up to her for my absences the last three weekends. As I really didn't have a lot of body hair to start with after a few days it had almost grown back to normal; I was confidant that she would not notice! We had a good couple of days together and we had sex many times; it was good to be the man again! Although I must admit I was a much more considerate lover than I had possibly been in the past. I was much more conscious of the time and effort that she put in to make herself pretty. I could not help myself from watching her movements, the way she walked, sat and deported herself, in a more considered manner than I had ever done with a girl before! It was almost as if I was comparing her natural femininity with my own enforced one? If nothing else I had learned to empathise with half the population of the planet that previously had been quite an alien species to me. There was something about the way some of the other security guys I passed in the staff canteen looked at me that made me a little unnerved though. I had expected a leering look and the odd comment whenever I had bumped into Danny; but even several of the other guys winked or blew a sly kiss to me if they thought no-one else could see it! When this happened, I just lowered my gaze and quickly moved away; I knew that they knew and they knew that I knew they knew. It was a shit predicament but what could I do; they had almost certainly seen my photos or my videos? They could have even watched the tape of my little performance in the stockroom that day? Wilton had shown it to Danny so why wouldn't he have shown it to the others, they were probably all ex- cons with a similar passion too? After my last weekend off with my girlfriend I had to work the next one and was given the Wednesday along with the following weekend off. It was that Wednesday morning I received my first contact from that manipulating bully since the time I had spent being fucked and filmed by him and Danny a week and a half ago. It arrived in the shape of an envelope addressed to me, inside was some cash and a note written in block capitals saying. HERE IS SOME OF THE MONEY I GOT FOR YOUR EXCELLENT FILM DEBUT. YOU WILL BE PLEASED TO KNOW THAT I HAVE BEEN INFORMED THAT IT IS SELLING WELL AMONGST A CERTAIN TYPE OF APPRECIATIVE CUSTOMER! I WANT YOU TO BRING YOUR GIRLFRIEND IN THE STORE THIS AFTERNOON SHOPPING. YOU CAN PAY FOR IT OUT OF YOUR EARNINGS. LET HER GET SOMETHING SEXY FOR HER TO WEAR FOR YOU TONIGHT. SHE DESERVES SOMETHING NICE TO MAKE UP FOR THE COUPLE OF WEEKENDS THAT YOU NEGLECTED HER. IT'S MY TREAT; YOU DESERVE SOMETHING TOO, FOR YOUR EFFORTS!! I had to admit that he wasn't wrong; I had tried to put the ordeals of those three weekends behind me. I did deserve something out of all this and the money was some compensation if only to receive the sexual gratitude of my girl when I spent it on her. I needed to feel like the male again, try and regain what I once was before I had been bitched! As she was also off work that day I met her outside the department store that I worked in just after lunch and told her to buy whatever she wanted as I had the money to spend on her. I told her that my parents were away that night and that we could go out for dinner and a drink, finishing at my place. I was dropping the hint that she should buy something suitable for the evening. We spent the whole afternoon in there and she spent most of the money; leaving us with just enough to go out with that night. She did know how to dress for a man, especially the man that had paid for it. I wanted her to look as sexy as she could for me tonight; I wanted to put my recent experiences behind me by having my girl dressed for sex with me as the male! I even helped her select her underwear; suggesting stockings and suspenders would be a very good idea! She tried on many different outfits looking for that perfect balance between classy and sexy. Eventually we both agreed on a black, silky, short skirt with a deep waist-band; that flared out a little and a deep blue silk blouse that tied up across under her breasts exposing her tummy. With a black, shiny material girls blazer-type jacket. The underwear was pretty expensive, all top designer wear; a matching bra, panties and suspender belt. They were deep blue satin and lace, with black lace trim; she completed the set with a pair of black, seamed, fitted sheer stockings. Finally a pair of expensive black hi-heeled court shoes with deep blue straps across them and a little handbag to match. The perfect outfit for the evening, classy enough for a restaurant, sexy enough for a club and horny enough for an evening of sex when we got home! That evening was fantastic; we went out to a restaurant and had a meal; then went to a club; then back to my place where I slowly removed her skirt followed by her blouse and led her to the bedroom in just her heels, stockings and undies. We spent the rest of the night fucking like rabbits in every position that we could both think of. Luckily I wasn't at work until lunchtime on the Thursday so I could have a lie in afterwards. On the Saturday morning I received through the post my next contact from him; the one that more than anything broke my heart. It was a parcel containing a professionally packaged DVD; of what I could tell by the cover was the movie of the three-sum I had been forced to participate in. Inside was also a note saying. MY PLACE THIS AFTERNOON 4PM. NO EXCUSES. This was the most crushing moment of all that I had endured with this bastard; just when I had believed it to be all over, he had thrown it on me again. I knew better than to even try to appeal, I just sent him a text saying, 'I WILL BE THERE SIR.' I then sent texts to the people I had planned on meeting that evening, cancelling yet again! I knew the drill now; I spent a couple of hours in the bath and shaved off my body hair. Got dressed in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, had a quick snack and made my excuses to my mother and by text to my girlfriend about where I was going to be for the next day or two. Then I caught the bus up to his place, entered the utility room and stripped naked; it was if I was in a dreamlike state of submission and acceptance of my role. He virtually ignored me as I slipped through the living room and up the stairs to get ready for him. I knew he would so I didn't even bother to say hello I just fled upstairs into the spare room. It was only when I had closed the door and seen the outfit laid out on the bed for that I realised just what a cruel, cynical bastard he really was. For there it was the very same selection of dress, undies, shoes and accessories as my girlfriend had purchased only a couple of days previously. He must have sat there in the CCTV room and noted everything that she had purchased. I was horrified; he had tricked me into selecting my own outfit to wear for him! As usual there was a drink and a couple of joints on the dresser to help me relax a little as I prepared myself for my abuser. Beaten and beyond help I put on the clothes that I had unwittingly helped pick for my girlfriend and now for myself and walked downstairs resigned to my fate. There was no point in arguing or even trying to put up any resistance now; I was mentally and physically broken. There probably would never be any hope of escape from this now. I just had to make the best of it, try and please him and hope that he doesn't make his threats of exposure and violence a reality! MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. A masterstroke of an idea if I do say so myself, another little step in the 'how to break a bitch' handbook! Give her some time off and some money to make her think that it was all over; then bang, throw her right back into it all again. A double whammy too, getting her to show me just what she thought looked sexy and classy on a girl! I have to admit that as a guy, young Steve has a good appreciation of how a woman should look! In fact I couldn't have picked anything better for my little woman to wear tonight. I could only imagine what Steve's girlfriend looked like dressed in this attire. Probably pretty fucking good, she looked pretty fucking good in the store the other day. A shame for Steve really; he was gonna have to ditch that girl as his time off belongs to me now for the foreseeable future. However I didn't have to imagine just what Steve or should I say Katie, looked like in that outfit. My pretty little princess was stood here before me now looking fucking gorgeous, sexy and fuckable; just right for the plans that I had for this evening. I looked at my watch it was almost 7PM. "My, oh my Katie, you do look beautiful tonight." She stared down at the floor and replied, "Thank you Sir." I presented her with the exact same little matching hand-bag that her girlfriend had bought. "Go and get your lipstick, hair-brush and perfume honey; and anything else that you think you may need." "We are going out," I added. The look in her eyes gave away her fear although like the good girl she was she didn't dream of protesting. She went up stairs to gather what she needed and quickly returned. I handed her a packet of cigarettes, a lighter and a bottle of poppers, she may need them? I told her to put on the jacket that was over the back of the chair; of course she recognised it, it was the same as she had seen her tart wearing earlier in the week. "Come on angel we're going," I said, gripping her elbow and leading her out through the kitchen. My car was parked on the driveway at the side of the house; I opened up the front passenger door for her; like the gentleman I can be when I put my mind to it. She got in and I closed it behind her, I got into the drivers seat, started the engine and we headed away. "W-w-where are we going Sir?" she bleated. I could see she was terrified of being out of the privacy of my house dressed like she was. I unfolded my plan to her. "Well sweetheart I had you followed on Wednesday night; I was told that you took your girlfriend out for a meal and then out to a club before taking her home for the evening." She nodded, she knew that I was correctly informed. "You have shown me by your choice of clothing what you consider to be sexy on a woman; and you have shown me how you think a woman should be treated by a man who wants to get into her knickers." "So tonight we are going to do the same; we are going out for a meal, then on to a club. After that I am going to bring you home and you will show me how a girl thanks her man for treating her to a new outfit and a good night out." The town that we both live in is a large satellite town of an even larger city; that has a well known gay area comprising of several streets lined with bars and restaurants, etc. It attracted a large mixed crowd of virtually every persuasion, gay male, lesbian, straight couples, trannys, etc. I had been here many times before in my quest for the special type of girl that fulfilled my need; it was good to get a casual shag every so often. Although as you will have surmised by now I preferred girls that needed to be coerced into a skirt rather than the ones that actually really enjoyed it! It would be a good place for her first night out as no-body would think a good looking tranny out with a guy was unusual. It took me about thirty minutes to drive over and find a place to park. We walked through the crowded, narrow streets to the Italian restaurant where I had booked a table. She gripped my arm tightly, partly for balance as she was not used to walking outside on the pavement in heels. Partly because she was terrified about being out in public dressed like a girl. At the restaurant she behaved perfectly, letting the waiter push in her chair for her and sitting correctly like I had trained her. I told the waiter that she would not be requiring a menu as I would order for us both; this was perfectly natural as I was the alpha male and she was my little, bimbo, trophy tart. As we ate I told her to recount for me how her evening last Wednesday as a male with a girl had gone. I knew from my sources about the meal and the club; I wanted her to tell me now what had happened when they had got home. I knew that the silly little tart was bright enough to realise that whatever she told me had happened would also happen to her tonight. She also knew that I wouldn't be satisfied with her trying to fob me off by saying nothing sexual had happened. It would be interesting to see how honest she would be, how clever she would be in trying to get me to treat her nicely. She was going to have to tell me just how she wanted me to fuck her when we got home. All yet another way of exercising your control over your bitch! KATIE'S PERSPECTIVE. I knew the area that we were now in; I had been here before when I had been a student. It was a good place for a night out although I could never have imagined myself out here as I was now, the first thing I noticed as a got out of the car was the breeze on my stocking clad legs and up my short skirt. It wasn't that it was cold, in fact it was a pleasantly warm evening; it was just that I felt so exposed, almost naked in such a short flimsy garment. The other thing I realised is just how difficult it is to get out of a car in a little mini-skirt and heels. You have to swing your legs out whilst keeping them together so that you don't flash your knickers to the passers-by. No wonder the tabloid press is full of celebrities when they misjudge this manoeuvre; it must be impossible when you are a bit drunk! The next thing I noticed was the difference between walking on carpet in heels and walking outside in heels was. I clutched his arm in desperation as I gingerly put one foot in front of the other and walked, swinging my ass, slowly through the streets. I could feel everyone looking at me, although in reality they probably only gave me a passing glance. My relief at entering the sanctuary of the restaurant was short-lived; I had to walk across the tiled floor, my heels clicking with every step. He ordered my food and drink for me as if I was some silly little tart incapable of deciding for myself. His choice however was very good; a salad starter followed by Dover Sole for me and something more substantial for him. We shared a bottle of wine, he told me that he could drink no more tonight as he was driving but I could have whatever I wanted. It was weird; it was like he was really trying to make me feel that I was a real girl on a real date with a guy; although we both knew that I had no option but to go along with it! It was if he was playing with me, the old good cop-bad cop scenario, trying to charm and flatter his way into my knickers; then turning more direct and brutal. He made me tell him about my last evening out with my girlfriend; I felt my heart sink as I fully realised by now just where all this was leading. I knew I had to tell him something and that I would have to think very quickly to make it sound real. I wasn't stupid enough to think that I could tell him that nothing had happened; we both knew that it did. Once again he had check-mated me, not only had he manipulated me into choosing my outfit for the evening; he was now making me tell him just how I wanted him to fuck me! What could I say for fucks sake? As we ate I told him what had transpired; some of it true, some of it not so true! I needed to find the right balance that would not only please him, but make it easier for me too, without taking the piss, as he would see right through that! So I played along, thinking I was just making it easy on myself, while along just digging my hole ever deeper. After the meal we went to a tranny club just around the corner. It was busy, full of t-girls, drag-queens, gay guys, lesbians, straight girls, straight guys, t-girl admirers that acted like straight guys. Some were in mixed groups, some in couples; some were just hanging around on their own like predatory animals! We walked across the room to the bar where he ordered for me vodka/redbull and just water for himself. I could feel the eyes of the single admirers checking out my ass and probably mentally undressing me as I have done myself as a man in the past. I now know how an antelope must feel as she approaches a watering-hole on the Serengeti; conscious of the hungry eyes of the pride of lions loitering in the bushes! As he was being served I whispered to him that I needed the bathroom; he just smiled and said, "Don't forget to use the ladies and make sure you always sit down to pee, sweetheart." As if I could forget, even I realised that I would look pretty stupid stood upright at the urinal in the men's room. There where a couple of 'girls' in the ladies waiting to use the cubicles; I took the chance to check my make-up and hair in the mirror. They smiled and said hello, I politely replied; I had to bluff this through as best I could. I got my turn in a cubicle and remembering my role, I pulled up my skirt, sat down, pulled my knickers down around my knees and peed. The conversation going on outside of the cubicle between the other trannys was quite fascinating. They were talking about make-up, drugs, other trannys and guys; in fact some quite graphic descriptions of things they had done with guys and with other trannys! It was quite an eye opener to hear that these 'girls' actually enjoyed doing what I had been forced to do. Walking back to the bar I got my first experience of what it must be like to be an attractive long-legged girl in a short skirt out in a crowded bar. It was such a fleeting, gentle brush it took my brain a couple of seconds to register it; but there it was, no doubting it. A hand had brushed up the back of my legs, over my stocking-tops and briefly caressed my bum. I looked sharply round in shock and anger; how dare some twat touch my precious, little girly bottom but it was impossible to know just who had done it. There were a couple of guys behind me chatting together, others near-by or walking passed, it could have been any or even none of the guys in my line of sight. When I got back to the bar I told him what had happened expecting him to be annoyed, hoping for some support but he just laughed and said, "You just gotta expect that in a bar like this when you're dressed so god- damned fucking hot, girl." At least I knew where I stood now; I knew what it must be like for some real girls out there! "Now don't you cause any trouble, you should feel flattered and grateful that men wanna touch and fuck you," he continued. Over the course of the evening I felt my bum being groped on several occasions. I always spun round to see who the bastard was and sometimes it was obvious. Some of the wankers actually just stood there leering at me when I turned around; others had the 'good grace' to look away. Each time I flinched from the probing hands my man would laugh; he found my humiliation, discomfort and shame amusing. At times I would look around to see that it was actually his hand up my skirt; this would amuse him even more. He was obviously getting more and more aroused by the situation; he squeezed my ass and said, "Go into the men's toilet, it will quieter than the ladies and lock yourself in one of the cubicles; I shall be in shortly." I took my drink in with me, god knows what was gonna happen next? He was correct in saying that it would be quieter in here, there were only two other guys at the urinal as I slipped unnoticed into a cubicle. It was the only cubicle door that was closed so he had no problem in finding me a minute or so later. He gently knocked on the door and whispered. "Open up little piggy or I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down." I unlocked the door and was forced back as he burst in, closing the door behind him. His hands were all over me, up my stockings, under my skirt and onto my shoulders as he pushed me down onto the toilet seat. He gripped my hair with one hand and unfastened his pants with the other; whipping them down as his cock jumped up to attention. "Have a blast of poppers and suck it you slut," he barked. I did as I was told, the poppers buzz was now associated with being a sexy girl so I instinctively took his cock in my mouth and worked it like a ten dollar whore! He pulled me onto him by my hair calling me his bitch, his slut, his whore, etc; he rammed his member down my throat as I struggled to breath. Luckily for me he didn't last long, he jerked and jerked his hips as my mouth filled up with his semen. I almost choked but I knew that it was better for me if I swallowed it all; he looked down at me and smiled. "Go fix up ya lipstick you dirty little slut, I will meet you by the bar. I'll get you another drink you must be thirsty; besides, you've earned it honey." I met him by the bar as commanded five minutes later, we had a couple more drinks and then he told me to. "Get your coat princess, we are leaving." The drive home passed all too quickly, I knew too well just what was gonna happen when we got home; he had made me write the script for it! MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. I had really wanted to wait until we had got home before I had any fun with her but she had made me so fucking horny in the club that I needed some quick relief. I just couldn't resist sticking my swollen cock into one of her fuck-holes and emptying my heavy balls inside her. It had turned me on so much seeing her out in public as a girl for her first time. It was amusing to me to see how she dealt with the leering looks and attentions of men when out in an unfamiliar venue; the way she looked towards me for protection. It was all part of the game to me; to put her in a role where she needed me to protect her from the big, bad world. Just like I used to like to get the little bitches in prison to act! This wasn't even a really sleazy tranny club, there were other venues about that were far more BDSM themed. Places where girls like her would get more than just leers, comments and the occasional hand up her skirt; I would introduce her to those places in the future. This was all part of her education and training; she was learning to become more feminine and girly in public. The way that she kept touching up her make-up and fixing her hair. The way she checked her skirt was pulled low enough to cover her stocking- tops. Plus the way she kept adjusting her top to cover her bra; showed that she was becoming a real girl. They soon learn that when you're dressed like a girl then you have to think and act like a girl; the clothes dictate that! I was hot for my chick even more now; I let her have a couple more drinks and informed her that we were leaving. It was time to get home, have a drink, a joint, maybe a bit of ketamine and move on to my next part of the evening. She had already told me what had happened to her girlfriend dressed as she now was, after the same kind of evening. Although I have been around for long enough to know that some of what she had told me was probably untrue. She would have been smart enough to have played right into my trap that I had set for her. It doesn't matter to me that she would have tried to tone it down a bit to make it easier on herself; the fact that she was telling me how she would like to be shagged as a girl was yet another mental victory for me. It was yet another mental defeat for her when she realised that she would have to tell me something of interest; she knew she had to give me something to work on. More importantly she knew that she was writing her own script for the rest of her evening. When we got home I helped set the scene for her taking her jacket and hanging it up. I put the lights on low, put on some music, fetched her a drink and a joint and sat beside her on the sofa. I put my arm around her and kissed her, my tongue probing deep into her mouth; she relaxed in my arms surrendering herself to me. I gave her some poppers and felt her go limp and giddy; my hand slipping up her thigh and under her skirt. Sliding over her stockings and up to her little clitty tucked inside her pretty little panties. I stroked her pussy lips through the flimsy material than was her last line of defence between my inquisitive finger and her delicate little honey-pot. One of the things that makes me laugh about birds is that they will wear a little short skirt with a sexy little pair of panties on underneath. The only thing between the outside world and their fuck-hole is a tiny, sexy bit of material; they must feel so exposed and open like that? As a guy who finds pretty little panties on a girl to be so feminine and horny, it is ironic that they chose to wear them as their last vestige of modesty; the sluts are fucking asking for it!! "Stand up sweetheart," I tell her. She stands up before me, compliant and mine completely now! I slip my hands up her legs, caressing them, they are my property now! "Take off your skirt and top." "Slowly honey," I add. Without any complaint or fuss, she obeys me, peeling her skirt down and letting it fall around her ankles; then untying her blouse and removing it. She looked so fucking good as she stood there, head bowed, looking all meek and coy; in just her heels, stockings, bra, suspender-belt and little matching panties. "You wanna go for a pee-pee first angel," I asked in my most 'concerned' voice. She replied that she did, so I told her to. "Remember to sit down like a girl when you pee." She returned from the bathroom a few minutes later; I was pleased to notice that she had fixed her lippy, brushed her hair and sprayed a little perfume here and there. It showed initiative on her behalf; an acceptance of her role now, an effort to at least try and be as girly as she could be to be able to cope with it all! "Come here," I said as I cut out two lines of ketamine on the coffee table. "Have one of these and then get your sexy fucking ass in the bedroom." She had a line and then I did one as well; she was still loitering so I slapped her bum and said, "Let's go bitch; you know what's in store for you tonight, you were the one that told me how I perfect date like ours should end up." My trap had been sprung yet again; she was so defeated now that I could get the slut to do just about fucking anything that I fucking wanted her to do! She scurried upstairs almost tripping on her heels as she rushed to keep in front of me; she knew that any dalliance on her behalf would result in another slap to her quivering bottom. I slapped her two or three times as she tottered like a fucking cheap whore up to her Masters bedroom. She rushed in and fell on the bed, her body shaking like a maiden waiting to be ravished by her lord and master; as I shut the door behind me and approached the bed. I slowly approached the bed I was enjoying the spectacle of having her sprawled before me; I could sense her fear at what was to happen next. She knew what she would be required to put up with for her Masters satisfaction and I could tell by her body language that she was not looking forward to it. Not that it made any difference to me of course; I was the man here and she was the bitch. My pleasure was paramount, her feelings and opinions were irrelevant. I felt the ketamine kick in and she must be going through the same experience herself; this just made it even easier for me to take what I wanted from her! I stood at the end of the bed and slowly removed my shirt and unfastened my pants. "Get a load of this angel," I said as I released my throbbing hard cock. It was so sweet, she was almost too frightened to even look up at me; my hands rubbed up her silky legs from her heels to her crotch. She hit the poppers and swooned back in acceptance of her submissive, girly role. I wanted her to give herself to me the way she had told me that her girlfriend had give herself to 'Steve'. I touched her like I would a woman, like I would with my woman! It turned me on to hear her moan and writhe as if she was actually a real girl rewarding her man for taking her out on such a good date. I crawled further onto the bed and positioned myself over her so the view of my member filled her vision. "Get to work honey, just like your bitch did for you when you were playing at being a man!" I gently clasped her head as she took my prick into her warm wet mouth and rocked my hips back and forth down her throat. It was so good that I could have shot my wad down her throat right there; but I had other ideas for the destination of my cum, I had already fed her mouth once this evening! I flipped her onto her tummy and slid my body down her until my face was level with her bum; opening her legs as I lay between them. She had told me that she had licked her bitch out; so obviously I took that as a signal that she wished that to happen to her too. I pulled her panties down a bit a slid my tongue down the crack of her ass until I found her cute little hole. My tongue explored her yielding pussy and she almost purred with pleasure; I pushed it further in and felt her stiffen and quiver. Fuck, I thought to myself; I didn't want the cunt to enjoy this too much, she had to remember her place here after all. I lifted myself up, positioning my cock against her slippy ring; I gave her a little dab of lube for good luck and plunged into her. That soon brought her back to reality with a bump, gone was the loving sensation of a mans' tongue on her most intimate of areas; here was the sharp pain of the full-on sexual experience for a girl like her! I fucked away regardless as she bucked, wriggled, moaned and pleaded beneath me; but all the slut was gonna get of me was a cunt full of man- cum. I squatted over her so that I could piston my shaft deep inside her I wanted this to be a fuck that she would remember for the rest of her life. With the buzz of the drugs I lost track of time; I could have been fucking her for anything between fifteen minutes and an hour. I can't really remember but I do remember that it was a good, long shag. We were both exhausted and she was crying like a soft little tart as I unloaded deep inside her twat. After my hard work I just collapsed on top of her and rolled to the side. I slept a little then woke her up and fucked her again; I did this several more times throughout the remainder of the evening. Sometimes I stuck it up her cunt and sometimes I stuck it down her throat; she was my fuck-toy, my living breathing sex-doll. KATIE'S PERSPECTIVE. It had been another long night serving and pleasing my boyfriend/Master and I was relieved that he let me sleep in the next day until lunchtime. When I did finally get up I showered and removed my nail-varnish from the night before and dressed in the clothes that he had put out for me in my changing room. It was quite a simple outfit, a knee length white cotton boho look skirt, a pale peach coloured, tight cropped t-shirt and white sandals with a smaller heel than usual. Underneath I wore a matching, peach coloured lacy bra and hi-leg panties; no stockings and suspenders this time, my legs felt bare and naked as I went downstairs. I was surprised to see another man there. "This is Mickey, say hello to Mickey princess." "Hello Mickey," I responded; he was a large overweight biker-type guy with long scruffy greying hair about fifty or so I estimated. Mickey it transpired was a tattoo artist and body piercer; Mr Wilton instructed him to pierce my ears and navel. "I could do her nipples as well," Mickey joked; but Mr Wilton just shook his head and said, "No just her ears and belly-button for now; it will add to her femininity, although I may have a lot more work for you to do on her with your tattoo needle at some date in the future." I looked on horrified as I heard this, what kind of tattoos and where? If I was tattooed it would be a permanent mark on me how could I let my girlfriend see me naked if I had something girly tattooed on me? The piercings that he was doing today would take some explaining and if he planned on some kind of permanence in this arrangement then how would I have the time to keep my relationship going with her anyway? Mickey worked quite quickly and professionally leaving me with large diamond studs in my ears and an even larger one in my navel. After he had finished I was told to thank him for making me look pretty. He laughed and said it was a pleasure and he was sure that we would meet again soon; with that he left me alone again with my 'boyfriend' Mr Wilton behaved quite cordially with me for the rest of that afternoon as he had done in the past after our nights of sex; still playing the boyfriend/girlfriend game as if I was actually a willing participant in all this. He even cooked the evening meal and made light conversation as we ate it. Whilst I was doing the dishes he said to me, "You be a good girl and do your chores and I will go and pick your outfit for tonight. We are going out again and I want you looking very slutty this evening." I just acknowledged him with a polite. "Yes Sir, thank-you Sir." I knew better than to question him. "Last night you were dressed appropriately for a date with your boyfriend, all smart, sexy and classy; tonight you will be dressed like a whore." With that he disapeared upstairs leaving alone to ponder my evenings fate; what was the bastard planning for me now? My imagination ran riot, what depths of sexual degradation was he capable of plumbing? Twenty minutes later he returned to the kitchen, slapped my bum and told me to, "Upstairs honey, shower and shave and I want you to put that blond hair dye in. It's quite a simple blond rinse just follow the instructions; then put the make-up and clothes on that I have left out for you. You have three hours, now get busy." I dried my hands and ran upstairs. As he had told me the hair-dying procedure was very simple and thirty minutes later I rinsed my hair, dried it and examined my new look in the mirror. My shoulder length hair was now a golden honey blond; it made my slim girly body look even more female. I applied the make-up on the eyes were very dark and the lips very bright red, the nail varnish matched the lippy and with the blond hair I looked like a tart. I sprayed on the perfume and went through to his room to pick up my clothes for the evening; they were laid out on his bed. He had certainly picked the correct make-up for the outfit he had selected. First I put on the red lacy suspender belt and attached the black fishnet stockings to them. Next I put on the red lacy bra and put the large D-dup breast forms inside, followed by the matching red G- string. After I was satisfied that my underwear was on straight I put on the tight, red, see-thru blouse that just covered my tits and exposed my bare tummy with my new piercing. And the very short black PVC mini; so short that even though I pulled it down as far as I could it was still showing my stocking-tops. It had a zip up the front so that it could easily be removed. Finally there was a pair of zip-up, red and black, PVC, knee length boots with five inch heels. There was some silver bangles and a necklace as well, I put them on and looked at myself in the full-length mirror as I brushed my hair into a more feminine style. I looked every inch like a ten dollar whore; all I needed was a cigarette hanging out of my mouth and a lamp-post to lean against. My god I thought to myself in terror, what the fuck had the cunt got planned for tonight? MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. "Well, well what have we got here?" I laughed as she walked downstairs. "You look fucking perfect for where we are going tonight." She did as well; she really did look like a whore on her way out to work. I felt my cock bulging inside my shorts and decided to take her right here and now to get her use to what she had now become; my whore! "Come here bitch lets have a look at you; your pimp wants to inspect his girl before she goes out," I told her. She looked nervously at the floor as I evaluated her, telling her just what I thought she looked like "My god you look like a dirty little fuck-slut." "Pimp-daddies best little working girl." "Turn around, lets see your ass you bitch," I added, high on my own power over her. She did as she was told and turned around; I took two steps forward and grabbed her waist as I pushed her over to the dinning table. "Bend over cunt," I ordered as I pushed her down over the table; my hands up the back of her skirt. "Time to prepare you for your task tonight." I slipped her G-string to one side and put a dab of lube on her hot little pussy; I massaged it inside her with my fingertip. Next I showed her the inch-long lube capsule and proceeded to push it up her cunt. "This will dissolve over the evening and keep you wet and ready for anything," I sneered at her. "And believe me you will be grateful for this later you slut." There was only one way to ram that capsule right up her and that was with my cock. I undid my trousers and unceremoniously entered her; she let out a little yelp. I fucked her hard and without mercy I was hard and horny as fuck, as usual! Just as I was about to cum I tugged her round, gripped her face with one hand and guided my erupting member deep into her mouth. When she had completely cleaned my now softening penis with her busy little tongue I pulled her up and said, "Let's go slut; you can fix your lippy up in the car on the drive down." "W-w-where are we going?," she whimpered. But I just grabbed her arm and dragged her out to the car. "Not far bitch, don't worry you will soon find out," I said to her. It was dark by now but I knew where I was going. We drove out of the town and up towards the hills. She was re-applying her lipstick in the mirror, taking her time so as to avoid any conversation with me. It did not matter to me whether she was quiet or not; she wasn't here for her conversational skills! I pulled off the A-road into a picnic area, there were several other cars parked there. KATIE'S PERSPECTIVE. I wasn't sure just why he had decided to pull of the road here; it was dark and although there were a few other cars parked here too, I was still slow to catch on to what was happening at this strange location. He parked the car and took out a joint which he lit and shared with me; we sat there and smoked in silence for a minute or two. I could make out people hanging around one of the other parked cars; in fact several appeared to be crouching down peering into the windows of it. Then it dawned on me; this must be one of those dogging areas that I had read about in the Sunday papers! I immediately realised with growing horror why he had dressed me up like a slut and brought me here. He finished the joint, opened his window fully and flicked it out; next he put the interior light on in the car and casually unfastened his trousers. He turned to me with a sneer and said, "What you fucking waiting for whore; get to work." With that he grabbed my hair and pulled me face down into his lap. As I obediently took him into my mouth he reached for the dashboard with his free hand and I heard the click, click, click as he flicked the headlamps on and off. Within minutes I heard the approaching footsteps of our audience; I glanced up from his cock to see a face leering through the open drivers' side window. It was soon followed by another one, then another. "Plenty of room round the other side." My 'boyfriend' laughed and a felt breeze from behind me as he opened the electric window of my passenger side door. "She's a dirty little slut," whispered one voice. "Yea a complete slapper," added another. "Wouldn't mind a bit off that cunt," sneered a third. I tried to ignore them and concentrated on getting my man off as quick as I could so that we could leave this horrifying place as soon as possible. Once again my logic was flawed; I should have realised by now that this nightmare was only just beginning. A mouthful of his cum would only be the precursor to what I was to endure for his pleasure and amusement tonight! As I was twisted round in the passenger seat with my head buried deep in his lap; I was not aware off the presence of a fourth man behind me looking through the passenger window. So when I felt a hand on my leg rubbing up my stocking-tops and under my skirt I just thought it was my 'boyfriend'. I jumped as the hand poked between my legs and felt my 'clit' and heard a new voice behind me shout. "Hey lads, it's a fucking tranny." "Even better," laughed one of the other guys. "They are fucking even dirtier than the real slags we get down here," Said another of the perverts. My 'boyfriend's' cock began to spasm and I knew he was due to fill my mouth with his seed once again. I sucked and worked it for all I was worth as the audience murmured their appreciations. They clapped as I gagged and wriggled; they laughed as he forced my head back down on him, cum oozing from my lips. He laughed along with them, the fucking bastard! I was so humiliated, this was worse than the three-sum with Danny; here I felt like a whore on display and worse was to follow! "Ain't she a good little whore," I heard him say as he pulled me up by my hair and put his cock back in his pants. "Now she is well and truly open for business; any takers?" As one the four voices responded their interest. "Of course there is a nominal entrance fee, but that is merely for the symbolism. I want the cunt to know that she is my fucking whore and I am her pimp," He hesitated for a second before saying with a broad smile. "Shall we say one pound each; of course that gives you access to both of her pretty little fuck-holes." "I think I can just about afford that," a voice said. "Me too," said the voice behind me. All four of them handed Mr Wilton a one pound coin and one by one they came around to the passenger door. "Come on bitch, I've paid good money for your ass," I heard one say followed by. "Yea get out of the fucking car whore, we've paid our money, let's go." I looked desperately into Mr Wilton's eyes, imploring him to help me; but he just looked at me with his eyes hard and cold as he pushed me towards the now open door. I felt several hands grip me and pull me out; two guys grabbed a leg each and tugged me; my tiny skirt riding up flashing my knickers. The other two put a one hand each under my ass and their other hands under my shoulders as they carried me away from the car. "Over there by the picnic table," the guy holding my leg directed. "We can bend her over it and spit-roast her." "Yea," Affirmed another one. "She can get on her knees and get us all hard first though." I looked back to see my 'boyfriend' get out of the car and follow us. "I wouldn't wanna miss this for the world lads." He laughed as he caught us up. "Be as rough as you like with her she has gotta learn how to please men like a good little whore should." I was plonked down onto the floor on the grass beside the wooded table and yanked up onto my knees. A hand reached down and ripped at my blouse, the buttons flying off as it fell open. Someone else's hand squeezed my silicon breast form through my lacy bra. "Too bad they ain't real tits," he said. "But they will fucking have to do for now." The four men formed a circle around me and undid their trousers; I looked at each in turn as one by one their semi hard cocks plopped out. I was conditioned now and knew what I must do; I closed my eyes and opened my mouth and waited to receive the first of them. I didn't have to wait long; they jostled for position like a pack of hungry dogs as my mouth was filled with the quickest ones penis. It was soon replaced by another then another as I was pulled around by my hair to face them all in turn. As I sucked on one of them I opened my eyes for long enough to see the other three guys rubbing their cocks and getting harder by the second. "I'm ready," growled one guy. "Me too," added another. "It think we all are just about ready to see what else we get for our money." A third voice said; although in the mental state I was now in I lost track of just which one said what? They were all just anonymous unfriendly sneers and jeers to me now. "Let's get her up over the table," I heard. A mass of hands reached down and pulled me up. I was pushed towards the oblong, wooden picnic table and bent over it; someone pushed my face down and kicked my legs apart. My skirt must have been up around my waist as I felt a smack upon my exposed bottom. "It doesn't matter if it's a tranny or a real cunt from this angle, they all look the same from behind," I heard. The rest of the guys agreed, one of them adding. "Yup, dressed like a slut with their ass up in the air on offer; it don't matter to me what the fuck the little bitch is. A hole is a fucking hole!" My G-string was roughly tugged to one side and someone spat on my open exposed hole. A finger slipped inside me and I knew my rape was about to begin. I felt I hand brush my hair from my face and heard Mr Wilton's voice. "Hold on guys," He said firmly. I looked up at him with hope, tears in my eyes; was he going to stop this ordeal, was he gonna show me some mercy and compassion at long last? He looked down and smiled at me, I pleaded with my eyes for help. It was his final humiliation, to give me some hope only to pull it away. All he did was give me a big hit of poppers and say to the semi naked guys. "She's all yours boys; make sure you get your pounds worth of her ass." The poppers hit home as the first of the cocks entered me; my head was pulled up as another man's penis was thrust into my mouth. I almost chocked with the shock of the sudden double intrusion into my body, thank god for the chemical rush to numb the pain. My body was rocked from end to end as the two guys thudded into me. Every so often I would get a couple of seconds break and I was given another blast of poppers as they swapped positions. At times my knees almost buckled with the combination of the drugs and the thrusting; but each time a strong pair of hands would grip my waist and pull me back up. There was to be no escape until they were all fully satisfied; I just had to be a 'good girl' and get on with it. It wasn't just the shame of what they were doing to me it was the humiliation of what they were saying to each other about me as they did it; comments like. "What a nasty little slut she is." "Oh yea she is a dirty little cunt." "Mmmm she has a lovely tight little pussy for a cheap whore." "The bitch has got gorgeous red cock-sucking lips." Etc! In turn they shot their wads of semen over me, on my face and up my cunt; one of them emptied the contents of the condom he had used to fuck me all over my open lips as I panted for breath. At last it seemed that it was over as the last one grunted behind me he pulled out of me and I felt the fourth lot of cum ejaculate over my naked bottom. I felt paralysed with shock and was still in my submissive position over the table as I heard them fasten up their pants. MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. She looked completely fucked as the last guy shot his load over her ass; just like I wanted her to look. I took a couple of pictures on my camera-phone as a souvenir of her latest adventure and for a little more blackmail material too! I bid farewell to tonight's 'partners in crime' as they thanked me and shuffled off to their cars. She was done for the evening now; I gently replaced her G-string so as it fit snugly into the cum-soaked crack between her buttocks; getting wet and sticky as it absorbed it. I helped her up, she staggered into my arms; four different loads of men's semen dripping down her face, out of her mouth and in her hair. As she stood upright yet more cum oozed out of her stretched, gaping fuck-hole, over her ass and down over her thighs and stockings. "Here," I said passing her some tissue. "Clean your cunt up before you sit in my car you nasty, little, dirty whore." She did as she was told and after letting me inspect her snatch to make sure it was clean enough, she staggered into the car. There were tears in her eyes and she was trying to clutch her ripped blouse across her tits; just like a real girl would in the same circumstance! On the drive home I gave her no respite from my mind games, I told her to repeat all the way home the mantra of submission and acceptance of her role as cock-slut whore. I had her saying. "I am nothing but a worthless fuck-toy." "I am just a nasty cheap little whore." "I belong to my pimp and Master." "My pussy-ass and mouth are for men to empty their balls inside." "I am a dirty little cum-bucket." "I am a cum-soaked slut." Etc. By the time we arrived home she was in tears as she jabbered away; her will completely broken by my masterful superiority now. I could tell she still had a sore bottom as I guided her into the house and told her to. "Go get ya make-up off and have a shower bitch." She nodded and whispered. "Y-y-yes Sir," as she limped upstairs. "Then put that little white baby-doll nighty and matching panties on; be in my bedroom in thirty minutes or else you slut," I shouted after her. I didn't care how sore her well fucked, little snatch was; I wanted to cum again before I went to sleep. Exactly thirty minutes later I was lying naked in my bed as I heard a gentle knock on my bedroom door. "Come in girl," I said. She came in and curtsied, her eyes downcast like a submissive little sex-slave. "Ask your Masters permission for the honour of joining him in his bed girl." "P-p-please Master m-may I h-have the honour of j-j-joining my M-m- master in his bed," She stammered. I just threw back the covers and said coldly. "In bitch." She crawled in beside me. Flipping her immediately onto her stomach I ran my hands over her bum. "Is your little fuck-hole still sore princess?" I asked, to which she replied. "Y-yes Sir; my little fuck-hole is still sore." "That does not excuse you from your role as my girlfriend does it sweetheart," I added. She meekly shook her head. I slipped her panties off and parted her legs to allow my finger access to her swollen ring. "When Daddy wants his little girls' pussy; Daddy gets his little girls' pussy. Now you say it," I demanded. She meekly whispered. "When D-D-Daddy w-wants his l-little g-girls pussy; Daddy g-g-gets his little girls p-p-pussy." "A good girl gives up her pussy to Daddy enthusiastically and without a fuss," I continued and she repeated it word for word as she knew she was required to do. Deciding to show her some mercy I licked my finger tip and dabbed it in a bag of ketamine before slipping it up her cunt. "I am going to be nice to you," I said as I pulled her up. "As you have been a good girl and taken all that cock tonight; I'm gonna take it easy on your pussy." I gave her a minute for the ketamine to numb her stretched ring and told her to. "Sit astride me and lower yourself down onto me." "That way you can take it as slow and gentle as you like." "As long as you make me cum eventually," I added, "or I'll just flip you over and fuck you hard again." She knew she had some option now, she knew that she would now have to voluntarily impale herself on my thick, hard shaft; or let me dictate a much harder pace. I could sense the dilemma in her mind, again all part of my game-plan; she had to act like a girl and ride her mans' cock or face another hard raping up her already painful twat! She lubed up my prick and her hole; then sat astride me and guided the tip of my member towards the opening of her girly sex. Resting her hands on my chest she slowly lowered herself down allowing me to penetrate her inch by painful inch. At last I was in her fully, I gripped her nipples through the flimsy material of her baby-doll to take her mind of the sensation at the other end of her body and thrust my hips up at her. She grimaced and twisted her pretty little face with fear, shock and pain as she was taken by her man. I gripped her hips and bounced her up and down as she responded by moaning and riding me. The ketamine had obviously had the desired effect as she seemed oblivious to the ever deeper and deeper thrusts. The ketamine off her pussy had obviously numbed the swollen purple head of my man-hood too as it took me ages to cum inside her. As I did so I snapped at her. "Beg for the honour of a pussy-full of man-cream bitch." She responded like a proper little slut should by pleading with me to fill her hot little pussy up with my seed. It was too much for me and I exploded inside her pulling her down to the maximum impalement as I did so. On releasing my load I suddenly lost all interest in her; just like a typical man eh? I was tired and I wanted her gone. I wanted to wake up tomorrow on my own and have a wank as I remembered to what levels of depravity she had allowed me to drag her down to tonight. KATIE'S PERSPECTIVE. He quickly became flaccid after the last fuck, he bounced me up and down on his softening cock as if to drain the last of is cum out inside of me. Thank god for the ketamine or it would have crippled me, my ass was already sore from the pounding I had received in the car-park from the four strangers. I sensed with relief that he was now fully satisfied and would not require my presence for too much longer. As his cock slipped out of me he threw me off him and told me to. "Fuck off home." He fumbled on the bedside table for his wallet and withdrew a ten pound note from it. "Here you are whore, your wages for a taxi home." I thanked him politely and headed towards the bedroom door; he called after me. "Now that you have sold your ass for your pimp for only one pound; you have accepted that you are a whore from now on. What are you?" "I-I-I am a whore from now on Master," I responded. "A-A-And you are my pimp and M-M-Master," I added quickly. I took the ten pound and ran downstairs stripping the nighty off as I went; when I got into the utility room I quickly dressed and ran out of that hell-house to find a taxi. It was three o-clock in the morning by the time I got home and went to bed. My mind was in turmoil after my two nights of enforced female sexual slavery and it didn't look like he was gonna let me go yet! The next morning my first dilemma was how to explain my new blond hair and pierced ears to my parents, work-mates, friends, and girlfriend? I just had to tell my mother I had done it as an experiment; I combed it back in as male a style as I could and got ready for work. While I was getting dressed my mobile phone bleeped, I had received a picture message. I didn't like getting messages these days; they usual came from him and they were never good news. So I wasn't really surprised to see the picture opening before my eyes. It was a very graphic photo of a young slapper, in boots, a mini with stockings and suspenders on. She was bent over a picnic bench with her skirt up, her panties pulled over to one side and wads of semen dripping out down her legs. She looked just like the picture of ravished slutty- ness; she looked just like me! A message followed, it simply read: YOU ARE MINE NOW!! SEE YOU NEXT WEEK!! I knew that I would have to be there for whatever he required of me. THANKS TO ALL THE PEOPLE THAT HAVE REVIEWED THIS STORY SO FAR. I CAN ASSURE YOU ALL THAT I DO READ THEM AND TAKE THEIR SUGGESTIONS AND CRITICISM SERIOUSLY. I AM WORKING ON THE FIFTH AND FINAL PART OF THIS STORY THOUGH IT MAY BE A FEW WEEKS IN COMING. AS SOME PEOPLE SEEM TO HAVE ENJOYED THE STORY SO FAR AND SOME THINK IT IS A LITTLE TOO DARK AND RELENTLESS. I HAVE DECIDED TO WRITE TWO ALTERNATIVE ENDINGS TO THE TALE AND WILL UPLOAD THEM BOTH AT THE SAME TIME. AND YOU THE READER CAN DECIDE HOW YOU WANT IT TO END. LOVE SAMANTHA ARDEN XXXXX
ENTRAPMENT, TWO SIDES TO EVERY STORY PART 5A. THIS THE STORY ENDING AS I HAD ENVISIONED IT; IT YOU PREFER A HAPPIER ENDING READ PART 5B WHICH WILL BE POSTED VERY SOON. MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE I drifted off to sleep after she left, briefly waking at about 9AM the next morning. I sent her a text message with the photo I had taken last night to give her something to think about whilst she was at work that day. I wasn't working until Wednesday so I fell back asleep dreaming of my 'girl'. She had performed magnificently over the last couple of days, better than I could even have hoped for. I could play with her, mind, body and soul at my leisure now; I knew she had nothing left in her heart to resist me! Her submission was complete; now it was just a matter of taking whatever I wanted and turning her into my complete fantasy, my sexual play-thing. I decided that the best way of dealing with her would be to take it easy with her. Therefore after next weekend I would only summon her couple of times a month so as to pace myself and not get too quickly bored with her. You see that is always the problem with these bitches; it's great to break them and mould them into the perfect little piece of ass, but as a guy you still has to keep the novelty value going! In prison I could easily sell one on to one of the chaps; or if she had been a very good girl I would even let her go and still give her protection from the other fellows. On the outside however, it would be a lot harder to replace her; therefore best to keep things fresh! I would still expand her feminine, sexual experiences; there was money to be made out of her ass. Money for me that is; she had already shown her potential as a porn star and a whore. It wasn't that I needed the cash, it was just the buzz of getting her to earn it for me that turned me on; it was my victory over her! A couple of days later I sent her another text, it was time to blunt and to the point; it read: FINISH WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND. I NEED YOU TO BE AVAILABLE WHENEVER I CALL YOU 24/7. YOU HAVE NO TIME FOR ANYONE ELSE NOW. SEE YOU SATURDAY 8PM. Besides it was gonna be very difficult for her to keep up a relationship with a girl when she herself was now blond, shaven and pierced. When she arrived the following Saturday evening she remembered to strip naked and go straight upstairs. I expected that she now knew the drill and would have shaved her body at home before she came round. She would also know that on getting upstairs she was to take a shower, do her make-up, brush her hair and put on whatever I had laid out for her. I had selected her outfit carefully; she needed to be wearing just the right amount of garments for my scheme this evening to work. For tonight I had set up her debut as an internet-slut; I had rigged up my video-camera to my computer and was going to broadcast live to a paying audience. A friend of mine who was a little more savvy with web- sites and computers had done it for me. He had fixed up a site for me and I already had advanced knowledge that our show tonight would be broadcast to dozens, hopefully hundreds of guys online possibly around the world? As each one of them paying up to ten pound to see the whole event it could add up to a sizable cash bonus for me. I had the living room prepared with the bed part pulled out from under the sofa; with it being a corner suite it gave us a good stage to work on. I prepared some joints, drinks, and a couple of lines of K and coke; set the lighting and music, then positioned the three cameras to catch as much as I could. The site was designed to let each viewer pick and swap between the cameras. This way I would not have to worry too much about being in the correct position for the best shot; they could chose their own preferred angle! KATIE'S PERSPECTIVE. Once again I made my weary way across town by bus on the following Saturday; what else could I do? I hadn't yet done as he had told me and finished with my girlfriend. Although I had realised that it would be very difficult to explain several things; not just my weekend absentness but also the new hair colour, piercings and shaved body! It was only a matter of time before I would have to sever all my links with my old life to continue avoiding a scenario which would change my life anyway. This was my ever increasing dilemma; if I disobey him he would go through with his blackmail threats and completely fuck my life up. If, however I went through with his schemes then it was increasingly fucking up my life anyway! I pushed these unhelpful thoughts from my mind and entered his house; I knew the drill now, strip off and go upstairs. As usual he virtually ignored me as I padded barefoot through the living room and up the stairs. All he managed to do was grunt, "Hello bitch." To which I mumbled, "Hello Sir." At first I thought that there must be a mistake as I surveyed the garments he had left out on the bed for me; as there was only underwear and no skirt, dress or top to wear. I looked around the room but he had left nothing else out for me; I knew better than to go back downstairs and ask him for I quickly realised that this must be all that I was required to wear for him tonight. I sat at the dresser and went through the familiar ritual of applying my make-up and brushing my hair; I then returned to the bed and started to dress. Firstly I put on the red and black jacquard basque; then rolled the fully fitted black silk stockings up my legs and fastened them to the straps attached to the basque. Then I slipped on the flimsy little panties; they felt so feminine and sensual against my skin. I stepped into the six-inch high heeled little red ankle boots and tied up laced up fronts; put on the red silk elbow gloves, with the red and black feather boa around my shoulders and tottered across the landing to the stairs. I looked like a dancer in a burlesque show; or a whore from a wild western saloon! It was a real struggle to negotiate the stairs in these heels but I just about managed it. When I got downstairs the first thing I noticed was the sofa-bed pulled out and the cameras set up. The next thing I noticed were the lines of powder cut out on the mirror, the ready made joints and several drinks strategically placed about the room. It was obvious that another night of sex was on the cards and one that was going to be filmed again; it was then that he explained what his plan was. "Tonight honey we are going out live." He pointed to his computer. "A live internet session for the paying public," he added. "And you will be a good little girl and do everything I tell you to do; do you understand?" I murmured my assent; as if I had any choice I thought to myself sadly. We both knew that I was his whore now, a powerless pawn in his twisted game. He stripped down to his tight black cotton boxer shorts and offered me a drink and a hit of the joint. "Now turn around and bend over angel." I did so and felt my panties pulled down a little; he gently fingered my tight little hole and inserted a small object followed by another one. "Just a couple of those lube capsules like you had the other week,," he said, adding, "I want you to be ready to go when we go out live. I don't wont the distraction and mess of having to lube you up online. I want it to be a seamless, man pulls down girls panties, man opens up girls ass, man sticks his cock up girls cunt scene; you understand?" He pulled my panties back up and told me to stand up straight. Grabbing my hand and pulling it to his crotch, he said, "Look here princess, feel your mans cock; I'm hard as fuck already for you." I could feel his erect penis throbbing through the cotton of his shorts. Next he took a line of ketamine and a line of coke for himself and told me to do likewise. The combination of the two drugs made my head rush as I followed him over to the opened sofa-bed. "Stand there honey," he whispered. "I'll let our viewers know that we are ready to broadcast." He clicked on the mouse and it only took a minute before he was satisfied that our 'guests' were online. "Pose for the camera sweetheart," he said quietly, "let the guys have a good look at you." I stood there in my best girly pose, legs straight and together with my feet crossed at the ankles; swaying a little from the effect of the chemicals and the fact that I was wearing very high heels. With my hands on my hips, trying to pout provocatively at the camera; knowing that only by doing my best to please him, would get me through the night. He lay on the sofa-bed, resting on one elbow watching me like a cat watches a mouse. "Come here princes.s" He patted the space beside him. "Time for the show to begin." I sat slowly down, resigned to my fate as he passed me the poppers. Taking a big hit of them I swooned back into his arms and prepared myself to obey and please him, like a good little girl should do for her man. I felt his big rough hand move up my thigh over my stockings and up to my panties. His fingers squeezed my clitty through the thin material, stroking me and telling me to. "Open up angel, the men wanna see a girl with her legs invitingly apart." Reluctantly I obeyed him and parted my knees; he reached for my leg and pulled it up onto the bed. I was open and vulnerable for the camera now, legs apart, my panties were stretched tight over my clitty, my pussy-lips and my moistening sex-hole. His finger tips worked their way into my knickers and circled around my already lubed outer ring. The capsule that he had put inside me earlier must be beginning to dissolve. All the while that he was doing this, his other hand was reaching up and fondling my silicon breasts while he nuzzled and nibbled my neck. "Oh baby," he groaned. "Oh baby you're so fucking sexy; tell the guys who your pussy belongs to and what he is gonna do to it." he whispered in my ear. "Tell them what a nasty little tramp you are." I knew where my duty lay so I faced the camera and with half closed eyes, trying to look as sexy, girly and naughty as I could, I said, "My tight little girly pussy belongs to my man and whoever he decides to share me with." "And he is gonna pull aside my pretty little panties and stick his big hard cock deep inside my hot little cunt," I added in my most husky, sexual, feminine voice. "Yea but first you're gonna show the guys how you suck a man's cock you nasty little fuck-slut." He laughed as he slapped my ass and lay back on the sofa-bed. "Get up on all-fours on the bed and take off my shorts bitch," he snapped. "Let the lads have a good look at your arse as you worship your mans erect cock." Obviously by now (for all of you that have read the first four parts of this story) I didn't need telling twice; I climbed on the bed and thrust my bottom up in the air as I kissed his penis through his shorts. It was so hard I could feel it throbbing against the cotton; I could smell his male musky aroma. Slowly I pulled down his shorts and kissed the tip of his member; he stroked my hair as I licked his glands. Working my tongue slowly over the shiny head, into the slit and around the ridge; the mad thought shot through my mind that I had actually become quite good at this! I had learnt the art, albeit against my will, of sucking a man's dick; I could tell by his moans that I was hitting the spot. "Oh yea princess, suck Daddy's cock. Mmmm yea honey lick it real good you slut. That's it bitch take it into your mouth," I heard him say to me 'encouragingly'. And to the cameras. "Ain't she fucking hot, sexy and dirty? Bet you wish you had this nasty little slut on her knees for you, eh lads?" I was hoping that I could make him shoot into my mouth and save my ass from a pounding. Although I realised even then that it would only postpone the inevitable; he was more than capable of being able to cum again with fifteen or twenty minutes. Even if I emptied him into my mouth he would still be ready for more after a very short break. It wasn't like I had the choice either; he was in control here not me. When he was ready he moved out from under me and knelt up behind my ass; again slapping it as he laughed, "Time for pussy-heaven my little angel." He tugged my knickers down roughly and said, "Daddy is gonna fuck his pretty little princess and she is gonna fucking enjoy it; what am I gonna do girl?" "D-D-Daddy is g-gonna f-f-fuck his little p-p-princess and she is g- gonna enjoy it S-S-Sir," I blubbered as I discreetly took another hit of poppers. I had learned from experience just what was gonna happen next and real soon judging by the way he slapped my bottom with his hard prick. It was soon at the entrance to my puckered little rose-bud; I tried to relax as I felt his hands grip my waist. I was as ready as I was ever gonna be when he entered me; I was no stranger to this invasive, violating sensation by now. After all I wasn't a virgin any more, he had fucked me loads of times now; not to mention the other cocks he had forced me to take! I was glad for the lube capsules that were now properly dissolving inside me as his cock penetrated me, quite slowly, quite deliberately. It wasn't as painful as it had been in the past; I was getting used to it by now, dare I say even starting to enjoy it in a strange way. Weird I know, but after a while it was quite an unusual, almost pleasant experience. The fact that it was being done against my will and the fact that I was dressed as a girl, seemed to lessen the guilt and revulsion that I should feel. It was as if the removal of my free will had in a strange way made it almost acceptable; that I had an excuse so why not make the best of it? The poppers on top of the other drugs and alcohol made me lose myself in my role as his girlfriend. I moaned and groaned and pushed my hips back onto him as he fucked me; he got faster and faster as he neared his climax. I was so numb I felt like I could have taken him forever; I was tripping from the K. I knew he was ready when he roughly threw me onto my back and sat astride me frantically masterbating his cock in the direction of my face. He was no more than an inch away from me as his penis jerked and ejaculated its load over my open mouth. I swallowed what I could and thanked him like a good girl should do when her Master has been good enough to cum on her face. "Oh Master your worthless little slut is grateful for a face-full of her Master's cum," I moaned like a man's bitch should. I would be grateful for the break; it would only be short while before he wanted me again. Just long enough to nip to the toilet, fix my make-up, brush my hair and take as much alcohol and drugs as I could before the next round! MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. While she was tidying herself up I read some of the comments that the guys posted online. 'GOOD FUCK MAN, WHAT A DIRTY LITTLE SLUT SHE IS' 'YEA CAN'T WAIT TO SEE MORE BUDDY' 'NEXT TIME SLAP HER ARSE A BIT HARDER, MAKE HER CRY' 'YOU'RE ONE LUCKY BASTARD, WISH I HAD A WHORE LIKE THAT' ETC. I decided to give them an encore; when she got back into the living room I sat up on the sofa naked and faced one of the cameras. "Here sweetheart," I said as I gestured to her to stand between my open legs. "Turn around and face the camera Katie." She did as I told her; I tugged her knickers down to her knees, letting the audience view her pretty little clitty. "Now then princess, sit down on Daddy's cock; there's a good girl," I said as I gripped her hips and pulled her onto me. I peered around her and winked at the camera, I am sure the guys would appreciate my casual assertiveness over her. I wanted them to feel the power a real man has over a bitch and want to experience that feeling with a bitch just like her too. She let out an involuntary yelp as she impaled herself upon my throbbing penis and writhed as I bounced her on my lap; my cock pushing deeper and deeper inside her each time her bottom hit my thighs. It did not take me long to cum; it never did with her she was a fucking natural. Even her tears and reluctance looked sexy to me; and to the sort of guys that were into this kinda scene. When I was finished with her I pushed off me so that she sprawled out on the floor at my feet; like the beaten, battered, used and abused little slut she was. "Go tidy yourself up bitch," I snapped as I kicked her arse. "Get cleaned up and fuck off home ya little whore." I laughed, as I lent forward and switched the computer off. I had finished with her now and just wanted her gone; just how a real man wants a session to end. We have no time for niceties and pillow talk with the cunts once we have shot our load; best they just fuck off home and leave you in peace, right boys? It's like the old saying. "Men don't pay prostitutes for sex; hey any decent looking guy can get laid. No my friends, men pay prostitutes to fuck off with no strings attached after sex! Right guys? As usual I stood her ten pounds for her taxi home afterwards; I mean I am a gentleman after all. Besides as far as whores go, she really was worth ten pounds of anybodies money. It would be interesting to see just how much guys would be willing to pay for an hour or two with this little filly. I left her for a couple of weeks afterwards before I summoned her again; I didn't want her getting too used to it. I needed to keep her fresh for me; I didn't want her to actually start to enjoy it too much now did I? Besides I needed to keep upping the ante with her to keep it exciting for myself; as you know it's all about the power as well as the shag for me! I had taken her out earlier in our 'relationship' to the gay area the nearby city for a meal and to a club and I had taken her out to a dogging site and pimped her out. This time I decided to combine the two and take her to one of the more extreme clubs in the same gay area of the city. The club I chose was one that I had visited a couple of times in the past; it was a discreet, members' only place. The sort of place where anything goes, fetish, S+M, sub/DOM, bondage, gang-bangs, it even had its own torture chamber and dark-rooms. With a licensed bar and a very liberal attitude to drugs; the perfect venue! Most of the clientele were T-girls and their admirers; some sub, some DOM and vice versa. I had found it an intoxicating, heady mix of the various permutations present whenever I had previously visited. The DOM guys with their little sub, tranny slave-girls; the DOMME trannys with their sub guys. The DOM guys with sweet little chicken gay-boys; even the DOMME trannys with other trannys as their slaves. I sent her the text on the Friday evening telling her to be at my place for 6PM the next day. Then I went into town and picked up the outfit I wanted her to wear for the Saturday evening. I knew in my minds eye just what I wanted it to be; I wanted her to look like the fantasy image of the classic submissive sex-slave. She arrived on the Saturday bang on time, just like I would have expected of her; she was very well trained by now I thought smugly to myself. By 8PM she was made-up and wearing her outfit for the night; I gave her a drink and a smoke and explained this evenings' program to her as she nodded submissively. "Tonight honey we are going out again; you will be obedient and obey me at all times. Do you understand?" She again nodded her eyes downcast. "We are going to a club where you will show everyone present just what a good little girl you are, Katie." I handed her a bottle of poppers and a lube capsule to slip up her cunt later, wrapped a jacket round her shoulders and directed her towards the kitchen. As we exited the house and reached the car, I shoved her towards the door I had opened for her I growled at her to, "Get in bitch; come on let's go" KATIE'S PERSPECTIVE. And so I found myself once again in a situation beyond my control. I was sat in his car speeding along the motorway to my fate wearing only the flimsiest most delicate of outfits. A very short, very thin black toga-type dress, with a pair of six-inch heeled, black sandals; the ankle straps winding up my calf to fastened with a small padlock halfway up. Underneath I had on only a pair of very sheer, black, silk stockings attached to a hot, bright pink suspender-belt with matching bra and G- string. My little clitty was fitted snugly against the sensual girly material; it was almost becoming second nature to be a slut now! My shoulder length blond hair was washed, brushed and smelling sweet as a girls complimenting the heavy perfume I was wearing. I had thickened my eyelashes with mascara and applied the foundation, deep pink lipstick, blusher and dark eye-shadow. I had also put on the accessories he had left out for me. They consisted of two one inch wide bright pink leather wrist straps with a couple of large silver D-rings attached and a longer matching collar with D-rings attached to wear around my neck. I was feeling pretty stoned and a little tipsy from the drink and joint he had given me before we left; so I decided to make the best of the evening. I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he was driving; I wondered if he would notice me sat beside him in the passenger seat? It was just a little experiment on my behalf; I wriggled my panties down to my knees and looking straight at him I slipped the little lube capsule up my bottom. It had the desired effect, his head spun around to watch me in action; I had to remind him to keep his eyes upon the road. It was almost as if, that just for a brief moment in time I actually had some degree of control over the situation. It was weird but I felt that I had some strange feminine power. It suddenly dawned on me that even though guys think that they are in control; often in reality they are in fact, slaves to their own dicks, it is the object of their lust that ultimately has the power! Interesting, I thought to myself; if as I had surmised he derived so much pleasure from coercing me into femininity, would he still get as much of a buzz out of it if he thought I was actually enjoying it? Just maybe I could call his bluff and get him to become bored with me? It was an idea that would require some future thought; not now though, as we drove through the city and pulled up into a car park. It was off a side street across from a club; he got out of the car and came round to my side and opened the door. He reached inside and clipped a lead to the D-ring on my collar and gave it a little tug. "Come on girl, follow me" He hissed as he strolled towards the club doorway. I gathered that this must be a members' only club as he signed us both in at the reception area and I followed him upstairs. The heavy beat of the music boomed louder as we entered a darkened bar area with a DJ and dance floor. The layout itself was unremarkable; what was unusual however was the clientele! It was a much wilder venue than the one we had visited before; that had been almost normal compared with this. Where that had been a straight forward type of place, albeit that most of the 'girls' were in fact trannys, this was definitely a fetish club. In the last place the 'girls' were dressed quite girly and natural, in this one there was a lot more PVC, leather, etc; and not just on the 'girls', some of the guys were attired likewise. Another gentle tug on my lead prompted me to follow him towards the bar; he ordered us both a drink and led me over to a booth. When he sat down on the end of the seat he clicked his fingers and gestured to me to kneel at his feet; I was a little taken aback but I complied with his wishes. I knelt there and took in the surrounding scene as he took my wrists, pulled them behind my back and fastened them together by attaching a short, clip-on chain to the D-rings on my wrist-bands. It was like a scene from a Marquis De Sade novel; Masters, Mistresses and slaves where everywhere. It was obvious now why he had chosen this outfit for me; I looked like a nymphet slave-girl at an orgy. I was grateful to take a mouthful of the drink he held for me; as I swallowed it he leaned over and whispered to me, "You will do anything I or anyone else I give you to orders you to do tonight sweetheart. You will not let me down or you will be fucking punished harshly; do you understand Katie?" I didn't want to even imagine just what he meant by 'punishing me harshly' meant; I was in no position to argue now was I? So I just replied to him, "Yes Sir; I am your good little girl Sir." "I know you are Katie," he said smiling. Within minutes a guy approached; he was tall and slim with short greying hair; I judged his age to be about fifty or so? After speaking to Mr Wilton for a couple of minutes; I couldn't make out what he said because of the loud music, he turned to face me and unfastened his leather pants. Mr Wilton passed the end of my lead to him and sat back to watch the unfolding scene. The stranger didn't speak to me or even acknowledge my existence; he just flopped his cock out so that it was staring me in the face and tugged my lead. I took him into my mouth and worked him like a professional! It wasn't long before I was 'rewarded' with a mouthful of hot, thick, salty semen; so I lapped it up and swallowed as I was expected to do. On finishing my little show others came over to our booth; I was told to stand up while I was appraised by two guys and a couple of leather- clad tranny dommes. They made me bend over the table so that they could pull my G-string aside and examine my 'pussy'. I lost track of time as first one then another cock violated my stretched and vulnerable hole. Like the night at the dogging site; I was passed around like blow-up doll and fucked repeatedly in both my open orifices. I was dragged around the club by my lead by my Master and other people; pushed into the dark-rooms, the booths and onto the stage to be assaulted orally and anally by assorted and numerous hard, erect pricks. Some of them belonged to the other 'girls' present; thankfully I became more and more disorientated as the evening progressed. Finally I was conscious of being out in the fresh air; I opened my eyes and realised we were outside of the club heading towards his car. I collapsed with exhaustion into the front seat of his car and drifted off into a drug-fucked sleep. I woke up outside of my own house; my panties all wet and sticky, the taste of semen still fresh on my tongue. MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. She had been a good girl that night in the club; I had long known that I had her beaten, but that night she had proven it once again. It was 5AM by the time we got back to our home town; I was so tired and fucked out that I just wanted rid of her so that I could get home and get some sleep. I had taken her home front door key out of her jeans pocket when she had been upstairs getting ready at my house earlier and stashed it in the glove compartment in my car. So I drove directly to her house and parked outside. "Good night sweetheart," I said as I kissed her and groped her crotch. "Time to call it a night, see you soon" I added as I handed her the key, lent over and opened the passenger door for her. Her house was in darkness as she tottered up the path in her heels. If she was quick she could get up to her room, strip, take off her make-up and get in bed before any of her family caught her. Although that was her problem not mine; I was already on my way home before she got to her door. Actually driving the bitch to her own house also showed her that I knew where she lived, a little something extra for her to think about in the morning. She now knew that I knew just where to find her, if and when I needed her; another little nail in the coffin of her free will! For the next twelve months or so I summoned her on average twice a month to spend anything from one evening to several evenings with me as my 'girlfriend'. It all depended on my free time and my sexual desires; I once arranged for us both to have a week off work together so that she could move in with me and be my 'wife' for the duration. Sometimes I invited one or more of the guys from work to join us; I found it knitted us together as a team. Kinda like a male bonding exercise with a difference, it had always worked in prison; when you have gang-banged a slut together it gave you a shared secret. As it was my own personal bitch that I was sharing with them it got me a kind of respect and loyalty off the chaps too. I made several more movies with my girl Katie; sometimes getting one of the guys to film me fucking her and sometimes I filmed them fucking her. I was astounded to find out just how big a market there was for this type of film. My contacts in the porn business were always asking for more; I made several grand out of the enterprise. We did quite a few live internet shows as well and each one of them was well subscribed to in advance. There seemed to be thousands of guys out there that liked to watch a pretty little tranny getting plenty of cock and being covered in cum. On occasions I even took it a stage further; she was no stranger to men's cocks now and she knew how to please one! Why not make a bit more money out of her? I pimped her out to discreet and discerning punters that could afford a couple of hours or so with her. It had started quite by accident really when one a middle-aged man that had been watching one of our online performances e-mailed me. He offered me three hundred pounds in cash to have her go round to his place and spend three or four hours with him. As he didn't live far away, I thought why not? I took her there myself, introduced myself to him, took the money and went back to pick her up four hours later. She must have put on a good show for him as he used her professional services again a couple of times over the next few months. It spread a little further too like all good businesses, by word of mouth with several other guys contacting me to request a 'paid for' meeting with her. I charged ninety pounds an hour for a minimum two hour 'date' with her; I would take her round either to their houses or to a hotel room and pick her up afterwards. It wasn't that I really needed the money, as I have said before the job I have at the store is only really half of the story. I got paid a lot more off real owners of the place to keep an eye on their laundered money so the official title and salary of security manager wasn't the whole picture! Also I was involved in several other criminal activities with contacts I had made in prison and in my underworld life that more than paid the bills. I just used the money I made off my whore as petty cash; it was more a case of trying to keep the buzz of her submission fresh than actually for the money. You see I had been fucking my little princess for over a year now and you know how it is guys? It doesn't matter how hot the piece of ass is you are shagging, eventually you start to get a little bored. I think it is just natural for a guy after a while to wanna push a girl as far as possible. Especially for me, because as you know I get off more on the domination, the bending and subverting some cunts will to my own requirements. Usually when I had done this sort of thing before it had been in the completely different environment of the prison system. Inside there, things have a different dynamic to out here in the real world; in there your relationships with your 'girls' only last a few months before one of you is transferred, released, etc. With Katie it was not like that, there was no natural ending to this; she was compelled to keep answering my summonses for as long as I kept sending them. The main problem was that she started to be appearing to get too used to it; at times she even looked like she was enjoying it. That was not what I wanted at all; I wanted the thrill of forcing her to do something she was unfamiliar with, something that scared her. Now she was giggling, playing with her long blond hair and even flirting with me when we were together! It was time for us both to move on; I had taken her as far as I could now. I had fucked her pretty little mouth and cute little pussy so many times; from every conceivable angle and position. I had shot my cum up her cunt, in her mouth, over her face, in her hair, on her tits, on her ass, her tummy and back; in short I had used her 'every which way but loose'! I had dressed her in every fantasy look I could think of, maid, whore, sex-slave, school-girl, secretary, etc. Filmed her and sold the movies of her performing all acts of feminine, sexual degradation with one, two, three and even four blokes at once. Taken her out dressed like a slut to fetish clubs and dogging areas; what else could I do with her now to keep it how I wanted? The answer was to get rid of her and find some new pussy. I had a joint and gave it some thought. The answer came to me like a bolt from the blue; I knew just what to do. I picked up my mobile phone a sent a text to her. MY PLACE TOMORROW NIGHT 7PM. I would inform her of my decision for her future then. KATIE'S PERSPECTIVE. It took me quite a long time to convey my new attitude over to my Master. I had realised that it was the buzz of dominance and control that motivated him more than anything else. That night in the car when I had pulled up my dress and inserted a lube capsule had shown me my way out of this! The way he had watched me as I slipped it inside me had shown me the path I must follow. The penny had dropped, I had sussed him out; he would only want me for as long as he was getting the thrill of coercing me and making me do something that I obviously didn't want to do. If I could persuade him that I was actually enjoying this perversion of his; then maybe he would get bored and let me go? In the meantime I had to endure many more trials and tribulations along the way. I am not sure which was worse, being gang-banged, being filmed or being whored out; they were all degrading in their own way. Trying to look like I was actually enjoying them was very difficult. One night he had me dress in the maids outfit again; making me wait-on for him and three of his mates while they played poker. During the evening I was made to suck them all off and go with each of them in turn, over to the sofa and give them a little more! I can assure you that even though I was no longer a virgin; that particular evening left me tender and sore for several days after. Other nights had been spent on all-fours doing my best to try and satisfy two or more guys whilst the camera rolled on; all the while earning him more and more money off my overworked little ass. The first time he actually pimped me out to a punter was difficult for me to except. In the past he had always been present when other men used me; this cold hard business transaction made me feel very cheap. Especially when I saw him count out then pocket the money; he had sold my ass to another man! At least when he was present I thought that he was doing it for his own sexual stimulation; when I was alone with some strange guy at his house or at a hotel I knew that Wilton was just using me like a fucking prostitute! That first night he had just told me straight out after I had got ready for him that he was taking me over to meet someone. He had quite nonchalantly explained that this guy was giving him three hundred quid for a few hours with me. That I was to be a good girl and do everything and anything the nice man asked of me. I realised why I was dressed as I was as he explained what this evenings' client wanted. I was to pretend that I was his private secretary and work in the office room of his house; which consisted of a desk, two chairs and a sofa. The tight, black, knee-length pencil skirt that I was wearing made it awkward to walk in. It was fitted high on my waist and I was wearing a black clincher as a belt. The heels didn't help either; they were a size too small to fit comfortably. I had been given a tight, white, silk blouse, black stockings and white bra, panties and a deep six-strap suspender-belt. The next few hours where spent either over his knee being called a naughty girl and spanked, on my knees sucking his cock begging him not to spank my poor little bottom again. Or spread over the desk or sofa with his prick buried deep inside my ass! Like anything else in life, once you have done something for the first time the second time gets easier. I was visiting Mr Wilton's house several times a month now; sometimes I was given clothes to wear for a 'romantic' evening alone with him. Sometimes I was given other racier outfits and taken out to visit 'clients'. I needed the time alone with him though to give my plan any chance of working. I had to be bubbly and girly when I was with him; I had to make him think that I was enjoying being his 'girl' now. This I did many times taking his cock in my mouth and ass like a real girl should; giggling, jiggling, moaning and bouncing like a good girl should do on the end of her mans' cock! I certainly didn't need telling by now just how he wanted me to act or what he wanted me to say; the game now, was to make him think I was loving it. Only by doing this could I hope to make him lose interest. As I suspected, after a while I detected in him a certain lack of interest; he was only a man after all! I had been fucked in each hole from each angle every fucking time by now; it would soon be over. I mean what more could he possibly get out of me now? I read his latest text 'MY PLACE TOMORROW NIGHT 7PM' At the time I didn't realise just how soon things were gonna change! I dutifully arrived at his house the following evening; fully shaved as usual. Quickly undressed in the utility room, went upstairs and showered before heading to my dressing room to prepare myself. I was quite adept at applying my make-up now and quickly put on the clothes that I was to wear. These were a little lime green lycra dress, white bra and panties, tan hold-ups and white hi-heels. With my blond hair and large hoop ear- rings I looked like a cheap suburban girl on a night out in the big city! I walked downstairs as if I was on some sort of automatic pilot; I was so used to this scenario that I just clicked into my almost natural submissive, girly mode. He didn't waste much time in getting me sufficiently drunk and drugged so that I was putty in his hands! Within thirty minutes or so he had me over the arm of the chair with my skirt hitched up, my panties down and my ass up in the air, begging for his cock inside me. It was only after he had emptied his balls inside me that he told me to, "Straighten yourself up bitch, sit up and listen to me. You've been a good little bitch for your man this last year or so and I have decided to reward you by giving you your freedom, but it is conditional on you helping me with my next project?" I pulled up my panties squirming as I felt his cum dampen them and turned to listen to him as he explained in detail just what he wanted me to do. He spoke slowly and made me repeat his instructions to make sure we both knew that I understood. Later that night when I was at home, showered, stoned and in bed I reflected on what he had told me to do in order to gain my freedom from him. It was so cruel and cynical a thing he demanded from me that I lay awake for hours wrestling with my conscious. Could I be so cruel, selfish and heartless to save my own ass? When I woke up the next day I knew what I must do; sexual, transvestite slavery for the foreseeable future or the chance to wipe out this last year and get on with life. I was still only young I reasoned I could still try and get back with my ex-girlfriend; I would do as he had asked and bury any guilt under the justification of self-preservation. JASON'S PERSPECTIVE. I had been lucky when I first left home to go to university in a large town about ninety miles away from my home. I had got the course I wanted, at the place I wanted and very soon found a room and even a part-time job in a local department store. It was easy to make friends at university and life really was a laugh. Of course when you are a student having a laugh is synonymous with having recreational drugs. When you are a first year student from another town mixing with other first year students from other towns; you soon realise that you are paying top dollar for your drugs! That's why having a part-time job and mixing with local people was useful, I got friendly with a couple of guys from work, even had a drunken one night stand with a fit bird from the sports department. Steve off menswear had befriended me within a couple of weeks of me starting there. He had come over and sat next to me in the canteen on lunchtime and we got chatting about football, girls, nights out and partying; of course the subject of drugs came up. It turned out that Steve could supply me with as much coke, ketamine, weed and E's as I wanted; and at a bargain price as well! Over the next few weeks I went out with Steve quite a few times; we got drunk and drugged out of our heads together. He forwarded me a lot of drugs to sell on to the other students; letting me have them on credit. One night when we were in a club off our heads he mentioned the subject of stealing from work and how everybody was at it! He asked me if there was anything in the store that I fancied? I know now in hindsight that I should just have laughed it off but I didn't; I thought it was just a drunken laugh so I said, "Yea Steve, there is that pair of Hugo Boss jeans, but I ain't paying £120 for them. No-one with a brain pays that." He laughed. A couple of days later at work my supervisor told me to go down to the basement to assist Steve from menswear in tidying the main stockroom. We hadn't been in there long when he held up a pair of Hugo Boss jeans and said, "Here you go mate, try these on and if they fit, stick them up your shirt." With that he threw them towards me then turned around and walked away laughing. "All yours, look I ain't even looking!" Greed and the fact that I trusted Steve got the better of me and after trying on the jeans I rolled them up and stuck them up my shirt. I followed his instructions to go straight to the locker and hide them. I retrieved them on my lunch-break, took them home and returned for the afternoon shift. It was the perfect crime, or so I thought; two days later I received a DVD through the mail. I watched in horror as it showed me in the stockroom stealing the pair of jeans; what I did not notice was the fact that the film showed only me in the actual act of stealing; there was no sign of Steve! It must have been when he had walked away and was edited to show only my role in the events. Later that evening I received a text on my mobile from an unknown number, it read. I HAVE ANOTHER COPY OF THAT DVD, COME TO 26 BLACKFRIARS CLOSE, FRIDAY 8PM SHARP, BE THERE AND WE CAN DISCUSS THIS. FAIL TO APPEAR AND YOU CAN DISCUSS THIS WITH THE POLICE. I texted the number back asking. WHO ARE YOU?? WHAT DO YOU WANT?? But the only answer I received was. JUST BE THERE OR ELSE!! My first reaction was to phone Steve but his phone was turned off; he wasn't in work the next couple of days either. I wondered if he had received a DVD and strange text as well. By the Friday evening I was frantic with worry, where was he and what was going on? I knew that I would have to go round to that address and I would have liked to have known what Steve made of it all. I showered got dressed and headed over to my destiny. I found the place easy enough it wasn't that far from my home and rang the doorbell. It was answered by a large-built guy from work; I didn't know him to speak to but Steve had pointed him out in the canteen his name was Wilton. I seemed to remember being told that he was the security manager which would account for how he had got hold of the incriminating CCTV footage. He looked me up and down with a sneering grin upon his face and told me to come in. I followed him into the dimly lit living-room. "Sit down Jason." He motioned to a chair. "What would you like to drink?" I told him that just a beer would be fine; to which he answered, "You heard that Katie, go get our guest a beer" It was only then that I noticed a girl sat in the armchair in the darkened corner. Without a word she stood up and sashayed across the room in very exaggerated and sexy way. She was tall, blond and slim with long legs and pert tits jutting out; I couldn't make out her face properly in the poor light but she looked pretty fucking fit from where I was sitting! I assumed that Katie or whatever her name was must be Wilton's bird or maybe his wife; although the way he had spoken to her didn't sound like he had that much respect for her. It had always made me wonder why some girls will put up with that kinda thing; some girls even seem to like it. Maybe they don't have too much respect for themselves in the first place; silly tarts! She returned with my drink and as she approached me the first thing I noticed was her high heels and stocking-clad legs, the tight sexy black dress and the smell of her perfume. I was taking in the view when she spoke, "Your drink Jason" There was something familiar about her voice that made me jump; I looked up at her face as she bent towards me and my vision of the perfect sexy girl collapsed for I realised that Katie was in fact Steve! It was like biting into a juicy ripe peach and finding a worm; I didn't know where to look, what to think, how to react? My first instinct was to laugh but I stifled it as the full horror of my position sank in. This obviously wasn't a joke; so just what the fuck was going on? I looked at Steve/Katie but he/she refused to meet my eye; it was then that I realised that whatever the night had in store for me, it was not gonna be good! I was sat here with to very strange people that had a potential black-mailing tape of me. I quickly deduced from the way Wilton had spoke to Steve/Katie and the way he/she had obeyed and acted. Plus the way he/she had been ashamed to catch my eye made me think that whatever it was that was going in here indicated that it was Wilton that was pulling the strings. I sat back with the drink and took the joint he offered; this scene was so surreal it was gonna take any available form of intoxication to take in! Wilton sat down beside me and outlined my options to me; I was right to think that it was not gonna be good. As he talked I looked at Katie; I thought of her as Katie now only a girl would sell a mate out like this, a man never would! She sat with her head bowed and I realised that she really didn't have any choice in this. In fact she probably never had been my mate it was all just a set up from the beginning to lead me here. It made me question just what would I do in her place; it also made me realise that ultimately it would be me in her place, with all that entails! KATIE'S PERSPECTIVE. I could see it dawning on Jason that I had betrayed him; that I had deliberately befriended him only to set him up like this. I didn't know which way to look when he stared at me; I felt so fucking ashamed, guilty even dirty, I had knowingly entrapped another young man into the same shit situation that I had been forced to endure. I sensed his fear and confusion as I remembered how I had felt all that time ago when I first fell into Wilton's trap. I could also tell from his reactions and body language that he was gonna make the same mistake as I had done. Part of me wanted to shout out to him to tell Wilton to fuck off and run while you can. My selfish instinct for self preservation stopped me however; it was him or me now! Just like I had done he would think that he could get away with giving Wilton a blow-job and that would be it. Just like me he would find out that it was all being secretly filmed and he was in fact just digging himself in even deeper by cooperating. He would learn like I had done that there is no negotiating or reasoning with a man like Wilton; he was just a cold, hard, nasty bastard with a thing for young slim guys in panties and stockings! I sat there impassively numb to the proceedings as first Wilton got Jason to strip and put on the panties. Jason gave me a long last forlorn look as he slipped them on; I stared back trying to convey some empathy to him with my eyes and hoped he understood my position in all this. I think we all three of us present realised that Mr Wilton had a new bitch as Jason slid to his knees in front of his/her new Master. I was snapped back to my senses by the sound of the doorbell; my 'date' had arrived. As Wilton obviously had other plans for this evening and wouldn't be requiring the use of my body; he had pimped it out to someone else. I was booked on an all-nighter; escorting a married guy in his fifties around the bars and clubs of the gay area in the nearby city. His wife was away and he wanted to indulge his urge to be with and to fuck pretty little trannys. He was after the secret girlfriend/mistress scenario; meal, couple of bars, maybe a club then back to the hotel he had pre-booked near the gay 'village'. The plan was that he would drive me back and drop me off at Wilton's about lunchtime the next day. I don't think either Wilton or Jason noticed me leave as Jason's head was buried in Wilton's crotch. I opened the front door to a reasonably attractive tall middle aged guy; he was dressed smartly and had obviously showered as he gave off an aroma of soap and aftershave. "Good evening Katie," he said as he handed me an envelope. "Good evening Mr Jones," I replied; the envelope felt thick I wondered just how much this Mr Jones and Wilton valued my ass at? I slipped it into Wilton's jacket pocket hung up in the hall, grabbed my coat and left with my 'client'. I would never know how much was in there as that was Mr Jones and my Master's business not mine; my business was to please the client. And do it I would because this may just be the last time I will ever have to do this! If Wilton had a new bitch he may just let me go; he had inferred as much to me to get me to help entrap his new victim; I just hoped he kept to his word! Mr Jones seemed nice enough; all I had to do was be a good girl for him for one more night; at least that's what I hoped! The evening went pretty good, we parked up in the hotel car-park went for a meal in a near-by Italian place and on to some of the local bars. I had to admit that in this particular part of the city I didn't feel overly conspicuous dressed as I was. It was a very mixed crowd in the village; male and female, gay and straight; and I certainly wasn't the only tranny in the village! There were dozens varying from the most convincing pretty young things right up to the old 'ladies'. Transvestites, transsexuals, drag-queens and fetishists; all there to display their alternative personas. After the meal we hit a few bars; Mr Jones or Micheal as he insisted I call him was as it turned out somewhat of a gentleman, thank god! At his suggestion we skipped the club and went straight back to his hotel room; where he had some champagne and some coke. He had been very polite and considerate with me on our 'date' quite charming and seductive; I was ready to perform my primary role for the night, that as one of a professional whore. He wasted no time in taking off my dress and guiding my head down onto his penis. I knelt before him as he sat on the edge of the bed and applied all my considerable knowledge of 'how to give a man a blow-job' experience. It wasn't long before he started to groan and ejaculated into my mouth to which I made an exaggerated show of swallowing it. Men always like to see their bitches swallow; it makes them feel in control. He pulled me up onto the bed and massaged my bottom as I lay on my tummy. I could feel his cock stiffen against my thigh and knew that I would soon have to allow him to insert his hard penis inside my ass-hole. His finger slipped inside my panties and entered me; I allowed him to pull me up onto all fours as he crouched in position behind me. My panties were slowly pulled down leaving me open and vulnerable. I heard him spit and felt his saliva land on my 'pussy'; he rubbed it in and applied some lube. I knew what was coming next so I took a hit of poppers; that and the dab of ketamine I had rubbed inside me earlier should blot out the reality of just what I was doing. His hands ran up my stocking clad thighs and over my smooth bum, I flinched and groaned as he took me like a bitch. That's how he first took me; my head down in the pillow and my ass up in the air; pussy splayed and inviting. Although he took me several more times that night, me on my back legs around his neck; me on top and the reverse cow-girl too. Hey I had learnt just how to be a good little whore by now. I knew how to please a man with my mouth, my hands, me ass, with whatever he wanted! I made him cum several times that night and we both collapsed into a deep sleep. The next morning he fucked me again before allowing me to take a shower and slip on a pair of girls-cut jeans and a pink top. Then he drove me back to Wilton's; as I got out of his car he handed me two fifty pound notes and said, "Here you go sweetheart, something for yourself." "You were a fantastic fuck," he added as he wound up the window and drove off. Well whoopee I thought to myself at least I have got something for myself after I had allowed him to use my body all night long. Maybe I was getting cynical after everything I had been put through since I had stupidly stolen that fucking shirt. I just hoped that it had worked out for Wilton and he had found a new girlfriend and I would be free. As much as I emphasised and felt sorry for Jason; it was him or me. If Wilton was happy with Jasmine as he already called her; then I would be free to resign from the store and move on with my life; or so I hoped. I went upstairs to his bedroom; he was in bed alone, he awoke as I entered the room and said, "You will be pleased to know that Jasmine worked out fine honey. Now get your bitch ass in bed, I am tired and I am sure you must be too". MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. Mmmmm sweet little Jasmine, as I soon christened her; what a perfect little girl she quickly learned to be. No sooner had my other whore left on her 'appointment' I pulled Jasmine up and showed her the playback from my hidden camera. I could tell already that I had got her; I could see the look of fear and resignation in her eyes. She was looking a bit too used to it these days; too resigned, too submissive at times almost as if the cunt was actually enjoying it. That is why I got Katie to help me trap a bit of fresh meat; offering her a hope of freedom in return. Still, I thought to myself, Katie has been a good girl I will decide her fate tomorrow; tonight I break in Jasmine. I had her in the bathroom, showered, shaved all over and learning to apply her make up in no time; this evening was only ever gonna end one way and it did! She had tried to argue, tried to beg even tried to attack me at one stage but was quickly subdued with a slap. As she recoiled in fear I knew I had her beaten; she was mine now. She quickly put on the same type of colour and style panties, bra, suspender-belt and stockings; with the heels, mini and blouse that Katie had worn that first night. It was my favourite 'virgin to be deflowered' look. All pink and white girly, sexy clothes; the little 'girl next door' look. Only she wasn't gonna be a virgin by the time she left here tonight. I went through my tried and tested brain-washing with threats of violence and black-mail technique until I had her were I wanted her. Which was on the sofa, on her back, legs up in the air, skirt hitched up with her panties around her ankles. My big cock pressing into her unwilling yet submissive little pussy as she sobbed and repeated my phrases like "How she was a lucky little girl to have a man take her virginity" "How it hurt but she was willing to endure it all for her Master" I shot my load in her and pulled out so as the rest of my cum would drop down her face; I wanted her to feel like the completely wanton slut that she looked like to me right now! I had her several more times that night, in the living room, the landing and the bedroom. By six o clock in the morning I was completely fucked out; I had got myself a new 'girlfriend', now what to do with Katie? I told Jasmine to get dressed and fuck off home; I just wanted to sleep before my other bitch got home. JASON/ JASMINE'S PERSPECTIVE. It must have been about six in the morning when Wilton finally told me to get dressed and fuck off. I scurried out of his bedroom, ripping off the remaining feminine garments, sobbing with relieve. I found my own clothes, got dressed and left. I walked the short distance home in the cold dark morning; bits of make-up still on my face, stinking of perfume and cum dribbling out of my bottom. I was numb with the shock of it all, how I had been trapped and turned out as a mans bitch complete with all the girly clothes, etc. I hoped that this would be the end of it; but no doubt poor Steve had thought that too. I had done everything that Wilton had demanded of me; I decided that I wouldn't bother going back to work after my days off. I really didn't wanna see either Wilton or Steve/Katie ever again; I just wanted to put it behind me and get on with my life. I showered before I went to bed, I felt dirty and used; fortunately my parents and sister were still asleep and I was able to get to bed without seeing them. After an evening like I had just experienced I was in no mood for conversation with anyone! Two days later I received a package through the mail; I opened it and saw a plain, unmarked DVD disc. I knew what it was straight away and even though I was reluctant to view it curiosity got the better of me. I sat in my bedroom dumbstruck, it was worse than I thought; it should me dressed as a girl in various sexual positions. Although it was easy to make out from the movie it was me; it was impossible from the angles to make out Wilton's face. This didn't look good, why had he recorded what had happened and why had he sent me a copy to prove that he had recorded it? I didn't have to wait for too long as the following day I received another letter through the post it read. MY DEAR, PRETTY, LITTLE JASMINE. FROM NOW ON YOU ARE GONNA BE MY NEW GIRLFRIEND. YOU WILL COME TO MY HOUSE AGAIN NEXT WEEKEND AT 8PM AND MAKE SURE YOUR BODY IS SHAVED SMOOTH ALL OVER! YOU WILL CONTINUE TO REMAIN EMPLOYED AT THE DEPARTMENT STORE FOR AS LONG AS I TELL YOU TO BE. YOU WILL BE OBEDIENT AND RESPECTFUL TO YOUR NEW BOYFRIEND AT ALL TIMES! ACT FEMININE AND SUBMISSIVE AND SPEAK ONLY WHEN YOU ARE SPOKEN TO I AM SURE THAT YOU REALISE THAT IF YOU DO NOT COOPERATE I WILL SEND A COPY OF THE TAPE OF YOU STEALING TO THE POLICE AND COPIES OF THE HOMEMADE PORNO TO ALL YOUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS. BE SMART AND DO AS I SAY, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT DOING ANYTHING SILLY, I HAVE LOTS OF CONNECTIONS THAT WOULD MAKE LIFE VERY DIFFICULT FOR YOU; I AM SURE YOU UNDERSTAND! LOTS OF LOVE AND KISSES YOUR MASTER XXX On reading the letter my knees went weak; I sat down and read it again. My heart was beating faster and a cold clammy sweat enveloped my body; my stomach was twisting into knots and I almost threw up. What did he mean by referring to me as his 'new girlfriend'; how long would he want me to be his 'girlfriend for? I wasn't that naïve that I didn't realise at least some of what this would entail; my bottom still felt a little sore from my last encounter with him. But what else would he want me to do and for how long? I knew that whatever it was I would have to play along with it for he had me trapped. I sat there sobbing as I contemplated my next visit to my 'boyfriends' house; Friday would soon come! If only I had known then just what would happen to me over the next year or so I would have torn up the letter, quit my job and taken my chances; but I was silly enough to think that it would only be a one off thing. I should have realised that at some time in the past Steve must have thought that as well! KATIE'S PERSPECTIVE. I felt quite optimistic when I awoke the next morning; although I felt a complete cunt about what I had done to Jason, I had helped Wilton find a replacement for me. I realised that I would no longer be needed by the bastard; this would hopefully be my last weekend here. As it transpired, it was; although not in the way that I had naively hoped! I got up showered and instinctively put on my make-up, retouched my nail-varnish and brushed my hair. It had become such a familiar routine now I did not even think about it. I put on the clothes that he had left out for me; the black hold-ups, bra and G-string, with the black silky, flared mini-skirt, the tight, red, cropped T-shirt and black knee high four inch heeled suede boots. To complete the look I put in a pair of large silver hoop ear-rings and a matching ring for my navel. Wilton was in the kitchen when I got downstairs he smiled at me and wished me, "Good morning princess." To which I replied, "Good morning Sir." He seemed quite pleasant and cheery as he passed me a coffee and some breakfast; this in itself was a first for him, it was usually me serving him! "Jasmine was a good girl last night honey," he continued. "In fact she was so good that she is gonna be my new bitch from now on." I looked up at him my eyes widening in hope as he said, "So this is gonna be your last visit here, these will be our last couple of days together then you will never have give me your ass ever again. You will be free to go and get on with your life!" Oh thank god I thought to myself; any vestige of guilt about Jason that I had was overwhelmed with the relief I felt. Wilton spoke again. "For a special treat we are gonna go down south to the capital city for a couple of days; it will be something to remember our time together by. I have friends down there that we can stay with; I will take you out to all the tranny bars and clubs and treat you like a princess. It's the least I can do for you as a reward," he added with a laugh. So that was it then; two more days with the cunt and would be free to go! He didn't need me anymore; I almost started sobbing on the spot. All I had to do was continue playing along with his game, as I had done for over a year now already and I would be out of this shit forever. "I have already packed a couple of suitcases for you; all the clothes and make-up you will need. Now eat your breakfast and let's go," he said. It was two hundred miles to the capital city but as it was quiet on the roads we were soon there. It wasn't a place that I was that familiar with; it was large, dirty and very ethnically mixed. It was the kinda place that was large enough to cater for every market, vice and need. The kinda place that his criminal and prison connections would really count for something. We didn't speak much on the way down, we both knew that this was the end; only we were both were thinking completely different outcomes. After driving through the city for a while we pulled up in a parking lot. "We're here," he said as he got out. "Let's go." He came round and opened the door for me, took my arm as I got out of the car and escorted me across the car lot and into a service entrance of what looked like a bar or night club. It obviously wasn't open yet as it was still early and all the lights were on. It looked a pretty seedy sort of a place and I wondered what we were doing here as I thought we were staying at his friends place? There were a couple of large, shaven headed, security-type guys hanging around at the bar that Wilton seemed to know, as he addressed them by name. "Where's the boss Peter?" he said to one. We followed his directions to the back office where I first had the misfortune of meeting the owner. He was a nasty sleazy looking cunt, middle aged, black hair and moustache; wearing a white linen suit and a black silk shirt, opened to show of his gold medallion and hairy chest He spoke with a foreign accent; I guessed he was from the Mediterranean, Balkans or possibly North Africa. He greeted Wilton like an old friend then turned to look at me as he sat back down behind his desk. "So this is your bitch then my friend; she looks pretty good. Where did you find her Andy?" Wilton quickly filled him in with the details of our 'relationship'. I looked at the floor in shame and embarrassment as this guy coldly assessed me, "What's her name Andy?" "Katie," Wilton replied. "Come here bitch," he barked at me. I looked at Wilton for guidance but he just nodded for me to obey. "Can the cunt dance?" he asked. "And more importantly can she suck cock?" "Why don't ya try her out buddy?" answered Wilton. "I'll be in the bar," he added. As Wilton closed the door behind him the guy said to me, "My name is MR Barani; fuck with me and I will fucking kill you." As if to emphasise his point he opened his jacket to reveal a shoulder holstered gun. "Now come here bitch." I did as I was told and walked over round his desk to stand beside where he was sat. He reached up and grabbed my breast. "Real?" he quizzed. "N-n-no Mr Barani," I stuttered. "Silicon fake breasts." "Mmmmm shame; still we'll see you may be worth some further investment in the future." His comment left me somewhat confused; although I was too scared to ask him just what he meant. I had never seen a gun first hand before and it had shaken me up; this Barani was a real live fucking gangster, just what could he want from me? I didn't have time to dwell on it for too long as he forced his hand up my skirt and clasped my buttock causing me to jump. "Nice ass," he said as his finger probed my opening. He stood up, grabbed my hair and forced me to my knees. "You know what to do bitch, now get to work." He opened his pants and his cock jumped out; it was huge at least ten inches long and thick too, bigger than Wilton's even and that was pretty big. I worked his monster cock with my tongue, my fingertips, my lips and even my tonsils; it was second nature to me now. Whenever a man's penis was put in front of my face I instinctively attempted to give him the best blow-job that he had ever had. I had learned from experience that if I can get them off in my mouth than I may be spared an ass-fucking. It tasted sweaty and musky and I struggled to get him into my mouth. He "helped' me by pulling me by the hair onto him nearly choking me in the process. He wasn't going to let me get away with just a blow job though; he stopped himself from cumming and pulled me up. I was spun around and pushed down over the desk as he moved behind me, kicked my feet apart and lifted up my skirt. "Mmmmm very nice bitch; you got a fucking great ass and a lovely little pussy." I felt my G-string being pulled to the side and felt the cool lube drop onto my hole. He pushed it inside me with his finger and opened me up for him. "I'm gonna fuck you bitch," he laughed, spitting on my opened sex-hole. I was quite used to having lengths of cock inside me by now but never one this big and without drugs, alcohol and poppers too! I must admit it hurt, he didn't give a fuck it was a rape; I was just a piece of meat to him. I was almost sobbing as the door opened and Wilton came in carrying my two suitcases that had been in the car. "How is she then buddy? I told you she was good didn't I; what do you think?" "Yea she's not bad Andy," Barani answered. "I'll take her." What did he mean I'll take her what was going on? I looked up at Wilton imploringly but he didn't even glance at me; this looked pretty fucking bad from where I was, Barani added, "The moneys in that envelope here on the desk." Wilton put down my bags and walked over to the desk; the envelope was right next to my face it looked quite fat. Barani was still pounding away inside me and I was almost in tears. "Wh-what's going on?" I sobbed looking at the bags; why had he bought them in here? But Wilton only laughed and said, "You belong to Mr Barani now; I have just sold you to him. Good bye and good luck sweetheart; I told you that after this weekend you will never see me again and you wont!" I was completely fucking stunned, shocked, frightened and betrayed; he had lied to me saying that I would be free when along he planned to sell me onto another bastard. He had lied and betrayed my trust out of his own self interest; just I had done with Jason. The irony was not lost on me when Barani said to Wilton, "Nice doing business with you Andy; if you ever come across another little 'girl' like this one then give me first option." "Yea I'll do that mate; in fact I've got another little tart on the go right now. When I get bored of her I'll bring her down for you to check out. It's early days with her so far but she shows potential," Wilton replied as he sneered at me and added, "Bye-bye Katie." As he walked away I panicked, I screamed, "No. No. No please." To no avail he slammed the door closed on me and left me to my fate. I squirmed and struggled, pinned down by Barani as he fucked me. I tried to resist but he just slapped me and pushed me face back into his desk. I felt the cold metal of his gun pressed against my ear as he hissed, "I told you before; fuck with me and I will fucking kill you. I will also kill your mother, your father and anybody else you ever loved; you are mine now." He tensed as he reached his vinegar strokes and I was frightened that the gun would go off; I had never experienced such fear, Wilton had been a 'gentleman' compared to this complete bastard. He withdrew his gun and his cock at the same time and pulling me up he turned me to face him and said, "I just paid five grand for you bitch and you are gonna pay it all back plus interest before I will ever let you go; the sooner that you understand that then the better it will be for you." We left his club and he drove me over to the house that I would be living in as we travelled he explained my new position in life to me; plus again reminding me that not only my life but my families lives would be in danger if I failed to repay my 'debt' to him. He told me about his club; it was a lap-dance bar where the punters would sometimes pay for more than just a dance! For five nights a week it was real girls that the customers came in for; but two nights a week was "Tranny Night'. I was to work at the club on those nights to pay off my debt. I was to soon learn that I would have to do a lot more than that to pay it off! We arrived at the house in the suburbs; he dragged me in and led me to the living room. There were five girls sat there in various lingerie outfits; it was only when I looked closer I realised that they were all trannys, even the cute little Thai looking girl. They looked frightened when he barged in and all stood up and curtsied to him. "Good girls; you see Katie all my bitches know their fucking place and you better learn yours real fucking quick." He took me upstairs to one of the bedrooms and said, "This is your room now bitch, keep it fucking tidy." I was then informed of the terms of my future 'contract'. Firstly I owed him five grand plus compound interest per month. I would earn money by at first by being a waitress while I learned how to perform on stage and in the private booths. I would be also expected to see several 'clients' throughout the week; entertaining them usually in my room, although sometimes at their place or a hotel room. If it ever was an out-call; I would be driven there and back by one of the security guys. I would never see or even know how much money changed hand for my services as it would always be given up front to one of the gang. Out of that Barani said fifty per cent was his as commission; out of my share he would deduct my 'living' expenses. By which he meant the rent for my room in his 'brothel', my food and utilities bills. Also all the other expenses that I would cost him to be his whore, lingerie, stockings, shoes, dresses, skirts, perfume and make-up, etc. Not to mention the condoms, lube, massage-oils and sex- toys; all of which would be supplied by him at his prices! He would even charge me for the use of one of his henchmen to drive me over to the appointments that had been arranged for me. Any money that was left over would go towards paying off my debt. He left me crying on the bed unable to comprehend just what had gone wrong. This time yesterday I had actually believed that my nightmare was almost over; and yet here I am now, twenty-four hours later in an even deeper hole than I had ever been in so far. How long would it take me to pay him back, how long would I have to endure this; for I was in no doubt about his seriousness in threatening my life and my families' lives.' I just had to go along with whatever he threw at me and hope that at some stage he would show me some mercy. The next morning after a sleepless night I went downstairs and met the 'girls' properly for the first time. There were to be the six of us living here, we would all work together to cook and to clean, etc. I wasn't sure by talking to them just what their individual reasons for being her were. Whether they too had been trapped like me or whether they were actually here for the money? One looked English like me were, two appeared to be Eastern European and two looked oriental. Also there were always at least two of Barani's goons on duty, although they usually stayed in the hallway collecting the money. They seemed quite friendly and after a couple of joints and a few bottles of wine they accepted me into their sisterhood. KATIE'S EPILOGUE. So here I am twelve months later, still living and working at the house. What else can I do; the alternative is too frightening to even think about. He started giving me pills that I later found was a female hormone capsule right at the beginning; although at the time I had not known what they were. After six months of working for my new pimp he took my out to a clinic in the countryside one day and I woke up the next day with a brand new pair a D-cup titties. Barani told me that real tits would earn me more money and so make it quicker to pay him off; then he added that I now owed him a few more grand at a higher interest rate to pay for them. This cunt gave nothing away! Since then I have had a couple of minor face operations; the price of which has been of course added to my debt, as have the price of the hormones. I do seem to get more customers now I have the real tits and curves, especially the nights I work at the club. Whether I am dancing on stage or even just waiting on the tables in my tiny little outfits men are continually pawing and grabbing me. It is a little easier work there than at the house as usually all the men want here is a private dance a grope and a blow-job in one of the booths. On the occasions that we have punters around to the house, we girls have to line up to be selected. Once chosen we have to take him upstairs to our room; when men get you alone in a private room I have found that they very rarely let you off with just oral sex. They will want it all and with Barani's goons outside I have no choice but to give them everything willingly and enthusiastically. One of the other 'girls' reckoned that it would take me five or six years to pay Barani back; that's if he didn't sell me on to someone else. From the tales I had heard I realised that although this was no holiday-camp there were some even worse places and even more brutal pimps out there. So I resolved to be a good girl, work hard, obey my new master and try and pay my debt off so that I could go home and get my life back on track. It never occurred to me at the time that it would be very difficult to return home to my friends and family in several years time with a pair of D-cup breasts not to mention the odd bits of plastic surgery I had been put through. I was a lady-boy now, a chick with a dick; I would be stuck like this for ever. WELL THAT'S THE END OF MY STORY IF YOU WERE LOOKING FOR A HAPPIER ENDING THEN READ PART 5B. PLEASE LEAVE YOUR FEEDBACK AND THANKS FOR READING. LOVE SAMANTHA XXXXXXXX Entrapment, Two Sides To Every Story. Part 5B.. (Alternative Ending): http://fictionmania.tv/stories/readtextstory.html?storyID=3404852391618996972