This story is fictional. It has no relationship to anyone I know, I ever met or anyone I may hope to meet. It came out of my own sick mind. It’s pornographic and should not be read by anyone who doesn’t like this kind of stuff. Also it should not be read if you are 18 years of age or under. It’s probably not good for you and you are not permitted to read this story.

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Waldo Ataboy 8/3/2000

Illegal Search and Seizure

Now let’s get this understood from the beginning. If you are a male, you’re probably an asshole and don’t belong here; you should click out shithead (unless, you know your place and accept your inferiority). I’m a feminist and don’t take kindly to guys who think they’re as good as we are.

My name is Rebecca . . . . . , and work for Shirley . . . . . . , Assistant District Attorney for the Eastern District of the Southern Division of Illinois as her chief investigative officer. Since I was near the top of my class at the Academy, she selected me ahead of others and I was assigned to work for her without having to go through the regular chain of command for this position. Even though I am only 27 years old I am her chief investigator.

The office is conducting a secret but formal investigation of money laundering, conflict of interest and insider trading of certain money managers in Chicago. As part of that investigation my crew and I descended on the firm of ……… , ……… & ………… , LLC with a Subpoena Duces Tecum (a subpoena to produce records) in which we specially listed the right to the information on the hard drives of their computers. We knew that if we left it up to them to furnish us with the info from their hard drive they would delete all incriminating evidence so we brought with us equipment to make copies of the hard drive in their office before we left.

In my office later investigating these hard drives I discovered that one of the male employees was writing pornographic stories under a nom de plum and posting them to Asstr. Org. It was not difficult for me to discover his password and when I checked out the stories I was amused to discover that his stories had a common theme, a man being dominated by a woman and having his ass whipped. When I showed this sick nauseating stuff to Shirley we both nearly fell off our seats laughing at this weirdo.

We then started to consider, how could we use this pervert for our investigation. True this junk was irrelevant to what we were looking for and if we tried using it to establish that the firm hires degenerates to manage other people’s money no court would allow it in evidence as an invasion of privacy and would taint any other evidence we would gleam from the hard drive as a misuse of the subpoena and make the whole search illegal. Maybe we can use it anyway in that we could make the weirdo believe we are going to expose him and thereby get him to secure the evidence we needed undercover. Shirley left it to me, as she wanted to be able to deny any personal knowledge in my blackmail efforts.

I selected one of my trusted secretaries to get a report on him and have him report to me alone at 5 P. M. when no one would be around and I could keep the interview confidential. My secretary rang me that he was here; anticipating a possibly fat and balding slime ball I told her to send him in and to my utter amazement in came a big, handsome male, well groomed and with self assurance; sat down on the chair in front of my desk and introduced himself, “I’m Alfredo ………. ”

Not wanting to put him at ease, after all I had to get control of him for my purposes, I curtly said, “Who gave you permission to sit, Stand until I say otherwise.” Startled, he hesitantly stood up. “You’re here on an official investigation, the nature of which I am sure you know. I am authorized to inform you if you cooperate things will go lightly with you. Do you understand?”

“Of course I’ll cooperate,” he responded, “I have nothing to hide; I’ll give you anything I know if it does not violate a confidence.”

“What do you know of money laundering and insider trading and don’t tell me you know nothing since your job is to handle the accounts of customers of the firm?” I demanded to know. He denied knowing any of such activities, insisted the firm dealt with its clients honestly and broke no laws whatsoever. After some time of such denials I decided to play my ace and told him I knew of his writing porn; sending it to Asstr.org under an assumed name, and put it to him point blank “How would you like it if I let the word out of your degenerate writings to your boss and others who you may apply for employment after being fired.”

His fidgeting became pronounced and almost inaudibly he said, “I would not like it one bit, but I can’t lie, I don’t know anything about what you’re investigating. If you tell I guess I’ll have to find another type of work because I will certainly be dismissed.”

Now what; he called my bluff. There was nothing for me to gain by exposing him and much to lose if he was to proceed against us for malicious prosecution, but he didn’t know this. Maybe, I could salvage something to get him under my control by using the very thing he describes in his disgusting submissions to Asstr.org.

“Give me your belt and stand over at the edge of my desk, lift your shirt and drop your pants. I’m going see how much you can take before you admit what you know. You could leave now and I’ll let your employer know that you’re a sexual deviant,” I bluffed. He didn’t know at first what to do. He started to leave; changed his mind and turned around; pulled his belt off dropt it before me and complied, as I had demanded exposing his ass and prick. He had nothing to be ashamed of, a nice thick cock with low hung balls. Knowing what was coming he put each hand on the corner of my desk and bent over to receive my whipping. I didn’t disappoint him and let him have it with his own belt across his ass.

“Please no more,” he pleaded after third stroke, but I paid no attention; I was enjoying it too much. Not only was I stimulated but also enjoyed seeing his arousal, his prick sticking out with an erection as he whimpered on each stroke. With each additional stroke I was getting wet on so punishing this virile male and teaching him to be properly subordinate to me the so-called weaker sex. After a light knock on my door, my 20-year-old secretary walked in and spoiled the fun; I stopped to find out what she wanted.

“Shirley is on the phone but I can tell her you will call back later as I see you are busy,” she said.

“Tell her I will call back tomorrow morning,” I said. When she left the room I couldn’t resist the opportunity of having him service me so I directed him under my desk. He knew what to do next and planted his face into my crotch as I pulled my dress up and panties down; he licked and slurped to satisfy my needs. Even in my aroused state I could see my door slightly ajar by my curious secretary attempting to sneak a peek as to what was going on; I decided to let her in on the scene and further embarrass him, I invited her to come in to watch. She could observe his head bobbing up and down, his face and hair becoming moistened with my juices as I had an orgasm.

Being a lesbian and not knowing what to do with the pervert with his hard on, I asked my secretary if she had any ideas.

“No problem,” my secretary said, “I’ve taken care of my boyfriend frequently under the same circumstances. Leave him to me.” I got out of the way. She reached down and took the pervert’s hand and led him out from under my desk. As he hobbled with his pants half down and a prominent erect prick sticking out led him to the bathroom to clean him up. There with a washcloth she cleaned his face and hair. She lathered with soap both her hands; shoved her slick with soap forefingers of her left hand up his asshole and with the other hand grabbed his prick. She wiggled her forefingers and he pumped and shot his load into the washbowl.

My secretary finished rinsing off her hands, primped up and got out of the way to permit the pervert to finish cleaning up and get dressed and was told to go home and would hear from me later. Even though I didn’t get the evidence I needed I had some satisfaction in knowing that I showed the deviant who was in control. My Secretary and I went out and enjoyed a well-deserved expensive supper that I charged to my expense account.

Shirley called me the next morning and I told her I was unsuccessful in getting evidence against the pervert’s firm, naturally I did not give full details on how I made my interrogation of him. The firm was dropped from further inquiry.

It was a pity that I would no longer have an opportunity to further interrogate my pervert, and expressed my disappointment to my femme, Dora. When I told her of my method of interrogation she agreed and was sorry I didn’t bring the big lug to our apartment so that he could service both of us. If nothing else she observed we would have had the pleasure of teaching him a lesson.

It was no surprise when we finished supper and we had the whole weekend free, my soul mate thought we shouldn’t let him off the hook so easy and said, “OK, let’s go get‘im.” This was a challenge, but where and how? I called one of my sources to discover the location of the bars where the S & M crowd hung out that was near where he worked and lived. My source gave me three of the most likely places. “Let’s go cruising,” Dora said and off we went.

The first two were dry holes, but on the third we hit pay dirt. There he was at the bar having a beer and deep in conversation with another guy, he didn’t see us. Dora pulled me to a table in the back of the bar and we ordered drinks and commenced to plan our attack. My femme suggested she be the bait. This was not unreasonable considering she is well stacked and cute; she never had any difficulty attracting men since their brains resided in their pecker.

Her plan was to go stand next to him at the bar and give him the come on. Invariably he would offer to buy her a drink. She would tell him that her boyfriend stood her up and did not have enough cab fare to get home. He of course would gallantly offer to drive her. When they got to our apartment in appreciation she would suggest he come up and have a drink. He being a typical chauvinist pig would make an advance that she would not rebuff providing she could cuff him first since she hardly knew him. Whereupon she would signal me by pulling the shade at the window half way down and I having followed them from the bar waiting outside for her signal, would come up and act as if I just got home.

It didn’t take long, when the shade came half way down, I went up and let myself in and said, “Hello honey, I’m home,” and walked into the living room. It was a sight to behold, there he stood in the middle of the room, with his hands cuffed behind his back, his pants and shorts pulled down, his prick standing out with an erection and ass exposed; he was surprised on seeing me.

“Release me immediately,” he demanded. “What in the hell’s going on and what in the hell are you doing here?”

“You’re in custody and we’ve made an arrest, asshole,” I answered.

“You have no right to arrest me; what have I done?” he demanded to know.

“You’ve written pornography and disgusting literature.” I said but knew that our real intent was for us to have fun at his expense

“That’s no crime; I demand to be released and I’ll sue you for false arrest,” he threatened.

“Like hell you will; if you do you’ll be exposed and you’ll be fired,” I told him and laughed. He shut up, as he knew we had him to do with as we pleased.

“Now that we got him, what do we do with the asshole?” Dora asked.

“Let’s teach the bastard to serve and give us pleasure,” I told her and I could hear a loud groan from our captive. “Let’s get started, off with his clothes and you can check him out and see what he’s got,” I suggested and we proceeded in disrobing him but was careful to keep him under our control by replacing the cuffs with a nylon rope; tying his hands to his sides when we removed his shirt and underwear. When we pulled down his trousers and shorts out popped his cock that Dora prudently wrapped with a leather cock ring around its base to prevent him from coming prematurely. No doubt she was experienced in dealing with men.

Being successful with the strap before in my office I to used it again; it was fun. Dora held him bent over in the front; I lashed his ass. He howled in pain as I gave him five good ones across his ass. Dora complained that she wanted a turn too; we reversed him about and I held him bent over in front; she gave him five more across his ass. Even though he was begging for mercy he was enjoying it too in observing the rigid erection he had. He was blubbering if only we would stop he would submit to us in any way we wished.

So why not? I gave Dora the first shot. We forced him to his knees in front of Dora sitting on the sofa, she dropt her panties and grabbed his ears and forced his face into her pussy. His face being fully doused with her cunt juice as his tongue licked and lapped; his head bobbed up and down as she reached a crescendo; she had a noisy organism. Satisfied, Dora and I changed places and his head, face and tongue was used in the same manner with me with the same results other then I was probably little noisier.

Satisfying both of us, we decided to give the pervert some relief, we untied him and removed his cock ring and watched with amusement as he jacked off. He was told we planned to keep him over the weekend for our use and enjoyment; if he had any plans he was to cancel them. After letting him wash up by taking a shower the rest of the evening was spent by forcing him to sit on the floor naked between us so that we could watch TV. We made some popcorn that we also fed him as we petted him like a dog. It was rather a pleasant evening.

At the foot of our bed we placed a mat with sheets, blanket and pillows for him to spend the night. He was watched in the toilet to make certain he did not masturbate; if during the night he had to go, he was to wake one of us since we didn’t trust him alone and we would accompany him to prevent him from playing with his private parts. While in our home his prick belonged to us lest he use up his vigor and not have sufficient élan to service us. Men are mental weaklings; they have only one thing on their mind.

In the morning after he pissed we replaced his cock ring and warned him he was not to play with his manhood; it was ours to use at our pleasure. After shaving and getting dressed he was to join us for breakfast after which we had a lot of shopping to do.”

Dora is a great cook and she rustled up breakfast, scrambled eggs, ham, French fries, rolls and coffee; we ate as if this was our last meal. We relaxed with our second cup and the newspaper until 10 at which time we went shopping. Of course our captive guest didn’t have the vaguest idea what we planned for him. His car keys, his house keys and his wallet were confiscated and he was told that if he attempted to escape we would seek him out and he would be dealt with severely even if he managed to get away. He accepted our control and possibly was finding his new status enjoyable as he became servile and obeyed us without resistance.

Off we went shopping. The first stop was a ladies clothing store catering to large women’s wear. His face was beat red in embarrassment when we purchased two dresses for him, a maid’s uniform, panties and hose. We selected a couple women’s hats that went with the dresses that looked adorable on him. High heel shoes didn’t work since he couldn’t navigate with them so we compromised and purchased some low heel open toe lady’s shoes, snickers and slippers for him. Of course since they were his clothing we used his charge cards for payment.

The next stop was even more embarrassing; we took him to a sex supply warehouse that I knew of from my job as an investigator. We purchased an excellent leather strap, with a multi-braided leather handle, a most effective instrument to secure compliance from even the most recalcitrant male. He was fitted with a leather cock ring for the base of his cock with an attachment separating the balls; very handy to prevent an unwanted emission, which caused him great humiliation but after all we couldn’t purchase it without knowing that it fitted properly. Also purchased a special penis sleeve to be strapped around his waist to conceal a hard on, a butt plug tapered from front to back with a knob at the end so that it can’t be pushed out and can only be removed by someone actually taking it out. Again we used his credit card to pay for his new equipment.

“I’m hungry, let’s get something to eat,” Dora said, so we all went and had a hamburger and coffee for lunch before we continued with our shopping. Our last stop was a store for women’s cosmetics and accessories, where we purchased for him a nice blond wig, oils, lubricants, scented bath soaps for a bubble bath, depilatory paste for hair removal, perfume, talcum powder and assortment of cosmetics and lipsticks. Our pervert knew what was in store for him and said he wasn’t going to cooperate and insisted we had no way we were going to force this stuff on him but I sensed he really relished his future with us since he made no effort to retrieve his keys, wallet and escaping; he being much stronger then us, could have easily done. We just ignored his protests.

When we got back to our apartment, all of us being somewhat pooped from shopping we took a nap and I set the clock for 4:30, Dora and I slept on the bed and he at his designated place set up at the foot of the bed. He was warned not to masturbate. When that damn alarm went off and we wiped the sleep from our eyes, Dora and I decided to try out our purchases and get our captive ready to go out with us for supper. He didn’t think it was a good idea but we got him to change his mind by use of our new strap on his bare ass. It was on this occasion that we gave him his new name Alice (Al’s ass).

Being stripped of his clothing he had a hard on. Dora knew how to handle this condition, she had boy friends in her teens that couldn’t contain themselves; she struck the head of his cock by snapping her forefinger from her thumb, and it went right down. We gave him a scented bubble bath to loosen up his body hair; when we removed his masculine hair from his neck down with the depilatory paste, it washed off easily in the shower. We gave him an enema and inserted the butt plug in his ass. His cock was stuffed in the penis sleeve that was pulled tight to his waist by the strap that held it in place. He was clothed in panties, the hose, a dress and the open toe shoes. We plucked his eyebrows, applied rough to his cheeks, lipstick to his lips, powdered him, dabbed him with perfume and affixed on his head the blond wig. This left us with the final task of getting him to carry himself and speak in a female voice so that he could pass as a lady.

This proved easier then we originally thought. To get the walk right we had him practice taking short steps and putting each foot down as if he were walking on an imaginary straight line and wiggling his ass. He got it fairly quickly as he seemed to be enjoying himself as much as we were. The voice proved a little harder; he was to talk almost in a whisper and in a low, husky, sexy tone. After some prodding he got that too. We hurried up and also got dressed so around about seven we were ready and off we went.

The reservation at the restaurant was made for 8:30, but we left early to go to the bar adjoining since we knew the place would be crowded with the jet set, the gays, the lesbians and especially for persons looking for a pick up. At the bar we ordered drinks and waited for some action. It was not long in coming, three middle-aged men sidled over to us and one of them started making a pass at Alice. He offered her a drink, told her how important he was, he was separated from his wife and that he was not the type who went in for a one-night stand. I have to admit Alice was good and gave him as much bullshit as the asshole gave. Alice led him on but couldn’t make it tonight, and gave him a phone number to call (it was the phone number for weather we found out later).

At dinner a couple of the hot shots sent us drinks with a note to get together after we ate; we regretted we couldn’t and was amused that they showed an interest in that big woman with us. We wondered how they would react when and if they discover he had a prick and not a cunt. Alice was adamant, no way was she going to go home with any of them to find out. She insisted that although she was willing to go along with the charade as a tease, but that’s as far as it would go. I whispered to Dora, “We’ll see about that.” After dinner we figured this was enough for his first time out as a female and went home to plan what we would do with him/her next time.

Dora and I were exhilarated at his success in convincing the jerks that he was a woman of mystery, but we knew that once he was out of our control he would return to his male self. We realized that our job was not going to be easy to convince him to become one of us and it would take a lot of concentrated effort on our part to change his psyche to properly feminize him. To this end in the apartment we striped him of all his clothes and whipped him properly with his new strap so that he would worship before the altar where all men must pray the woman’s pussy; he licked us until we each had our orgasm. Dora took care of his needs in the bathroom and jacked him off so that we could all go and get a good nights rest.

In the morning after breakfast we sent him home since Dora always went to Sunday morning services and taught Sunday school. He was given specific instructions that he was to report to us after work next Friday at 5:00 o’clock. He was not to be late or he will suffer the consequences.

Friday at 5:20 he knocked on our door. We were pissed; it was as if he purposely came late to get our goat. Pulling him in we demanded he explain why he was late, and explain he did, “I ain’t going to participate any more in your silly games. Don’t have to since I fessed up to my boss that I wrote porn and submitted it to Asstr.org. He said he knew and enjoyed what I wrote; it was no secret around the office and he said he didn’t care as long as I did it on my own time. I went to my lawyer and he told me you’re guilt of a number of wrongful acts for which I could get a substantial monetary award; you’re guilty of a wrongful assault, false arrest, sexual abuse and numerous other civil offenses and unless you apologize right now I’m going to sue you.”

I immediately told him, “Screw you. You’re not suing anyone asshole, If you did no court would believe you’re word rather then ours after we submit in evidence your sick stories from the internet, against Dora, who teaches Sunday school and mine, chief investigator in the District Attorney’s Office. In fact we would probably get a judgment against you on a counter suit for bringing a frivolous lawsuit. On your knees, male chauvinist pig, you’re going to be punished for being late.”

He hesitated, undecided as to what he was going to do next, then reluctantly fell to his knees and I kicked the ottoman over to him so that he was forced to lie across it with his ass over its edge inviting attention. Dora decided to help and bent over beside him, unbuckled his belt and after unbuttoning the top buttons and unzipping his zipper pulled down his trousers and shorts to his knees exposing his bare ass. Dora got out of the way and I let him have it across his buttocks with the new strap. “Yeoh, please no,” he screamed and I let him have it again. His prick immediately sprang to attention with a hard on. Dora pulled his shirt and underwear over his head to expose his body from his head to his feet naked. The strap landed across his ass again and again and he was ours all ours.

We took control of him and first he did Dora then me as we in turn sat in front of him on the ottoman and he lapped our cunts to our satisfaction. Dora then took him in the bathroom to first relieve him of his hard on by jacking him off; washed him up so that he could join us for supper naked. It was at supper where we to told him of our planned agenda for Saturday. After a quiet day shopping for groceries he was to spend the day relaxing and in the late afternoon we will prepare him for supper. He was scheduled to have his entire body shaved, his anal canal cleaned with an enema, the special cock ring and butt plug installed, clothed with his maids uniform to serve our invited guests, some lesbian friends and gay boyfriends supper and supply them with such additional services as they may require.

The details of this Saturday and subsequent weekends as we completed his transformation in those weekends from Alfredo to Alice as our female sex slave to be disclosed when I publish the sequel to this saga and send it to Asstr.org in the future.

Post Script: The purpose of the foregoing is to inform all those who may read the crap that our pervert sends to Asstr. org as to the actual details that took place. I suspect he will write a fictional account as to what happened to him, which will be different, then what really happened. I have acquired his ID and password and present the true account and anything he writes otherwise is false.

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