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   --- Copyright ) 1997 - All Rights Reserved --

   - WARNING - WARNING - WARNING This is a work of pornographic fiction
intended for adults only.  It describes sexual acts and behavior in
explicit and graphic detail.  Only read this story if you are aware of the
laws concerning pornography in your place of residence and you have reached
the age of sexual consent there.

   DISCLAIMER: The attached document is a three part story (The
Engagement), this story is entirely fictional.  The characters, places and
events depicted in this story are not intended to represent or resemble any
real persons, places, or events.  Any such resemblance is purely
coincidental.

   This story is a work of extremely explicit and graphic sexual fantasy.
The depiction of any act in this story, including, but not limited to,
non-consensual sexual activity, oral/anal/vaginal sex, heterosexual and
homosexual acts, use of drugs and other mind-altering substances on an
unwilling or unknowing human being, and degradation, humiliation or
enslavement of a human being should not be construed to imply that the
author condones the performance of said act, either on the author's part or
on the part of anyone else.

   IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE IN YOUR PLACE OF RESIDENCE TO READ AND VIEW
PORNOGRAPHIC MATERIAL, OR THE PRESENCE OF ANY OF THE ACTIONS LISTED IN THE
SECOND PARAGRAPH, ABOVE, OFFEND YOU, DO NOT READ THIS STORY.

   This is the first 3 chapters of a story I have written.  At present
there are only three chapters available - I may write more if asked nicely!
Note: This story is a work of FICTION.  The story, names, and events
depicted in this story are fantasy, and no names are changed, as no one is
innocent or real in this story.  IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO READ
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   "The Engagement" - Chapter 1

   "Oh yes, my love!" Mary looked deep in John's eyes as he slipped the
diamond engagement ring on her finger.  He had just proposed, and she had
immediately accepted.  His lips found hers and they kissed tenderly. 
John's tongue tentatively probed inside her and she allowed it for a moment
before breaking off the kiss.  They were going to be married, after all,
but their strict religious upbringing meant neither of them would let
things get out of control until their wedding night.  They were both devout
young Christians from good families, and although they had been highschool
sweethearts for years, neither had seen each other naked.  Aside from the
one time they got a little carried away and actually French kissed while
John nervously stroked Mary's firm breasts for a few moments, the pair
really were saving themselves for marriage.

   "Come on, we'd better try and find our way home.  Our families will be
getting worried.." John spoke, and started clearing the remains of their
picnic.  They had gone for a drive in the countryside on a lazy summer's
afternoon, it was a Saturday, and very peaceful.  They had not seen another
soul for hours.  They took a few wrong turns, and drove down endless
country roads for nearly two hours before realizing they were completely
lost.  They had seen no living soul, nor even street signs to help them
out. Finally, to make things even worse, the car broke down.  The engine
made some funny noises and slowly died.  John tried to restart the car, to
no avail.  It eventually coasted to a halt and the young couple looked at
each other.  John spoke first.  "We'll have to see about getting to a
telephone.  There must be a farmhouse or something around here." She nodded
agreement, they locked the car and looked around.  The woods were thick
here, and they could see no sign of civilization.  John shrugged and lead
the way in the direction they had been traveling.

   About half a mile up the road, they came across a mailbox by what had to
be a driveway leading into the forest.  It was a long driveway, a few
minutes later their spirits lifted as a large, rambling mansion with
several outbuildings came into view.  They walked up to the front door and
knocked.

   A few moments later, an attractive blonde opened the door, she was
wearing a traditional maid's costume.  She looked John and Mary up and down
and raised an eyebrow.  "Yes?  How can I help you?." she enquired.

   John cleared his throat and explained that their car had broken down, he
asked to use the telephone to call the nearest garage.  The woman didn't
react, she just stared at him blankly.  John was starting to get uneasy,
but couldn't quite put his finger on what caused his concern.  The woman
stepped aside and waved John and Mary into the large tiled entrance hall.
Majestic twin staircases swept up to a large mezzanine where a tall man
stood, a glass of champagne in his hand.  Wearing a tuxedo, he was ruggedly
handsome, about forty years old.  His temples showed just enough grey hair
to look distinguished.

   "Welcome to my humble home.  What a pleasant surprise!  I was just
entertaining some friends.  Come, you must join us for a cool drink." He
beckoned with one hand.  John and Mary glanced at each other and shrugged.

   "Thank you, that would be nice." John accepted on their behalf and the
young couple mounted the stairs.  John shook the man's hand and introduced
himself and Mary.

   "Charmed." the man murmured as he bowed and brushed his lips on Mary's
hand.  "My name is Robert Stevens III." He turned and led the way through
beautifully paneled double doors and they found themselves in a large
living room.  There were perhaps twenty men and women standing and sitting
around, drinks in hand.  They were all dressed to the hilt, and Mary felt a
little uncomfortable in her plain sun dress.  Standing in each corner of
the room were large, muscular black men, obviously man servants by their
dress.  The man snapped his fingers and another maid appeared instantly.

   "June, please fetch our guests some lemonade." She too was wearing a
maid's costume, with a very short skirt, petticoats, seamed stocking, high
heels and a little apron.  The look was completed by a little starched cap.
John tried not to stare as she sashayed toward a wet bar.

   "I'm sorry - we didn't mean to interrupt your party." he apologized to
his host.  "Nonsense.  You're most welcome to join us, this is just an
informal little gathering to celebrate the engagement of two friends." He
glanced at an attractive young couple seated nearby.  They smiled and
nodded at John and Mary.  Mary gushed.  "Congratulations!  As a matter of
fact, John proposed to me today!" She raised her hand and displayed her
engagement ring.

   The maid returned with a silver tray and served them tall, frosted
glasses of lemonade.  Mr.  Stevens noticed John's eyes staring at the
collar she wore, made of black velvet, it had a small golden padlock
dangling from it.  A sly little smile played on the man's lips.  "She's
quite lovely, isn't she.  One of my favorite little slaves, and quite
exotic.  The lock is of course symbolic, she couldn't imagine a life
without her Master.  Could you, dear?." The maid spoke for the first time.
"No, Master." Their host dismissed her and waved a hand at the other
guests. "She is not alone, as you can see, my friends share my
proclivities." They could now see that scattered among the other guests
were several women with similar collars to the maids, each with a little
padlock.

   John and Mary were dismayed.  John found his voice first, and handed his
drink to his host.  'That's enough.  We're leaving now.  You people are a
bunch of sick perverts.  Come on, Mary." He took his fiancee by the arm and
steered her toward the door.  Their little scene had been noticed by all
the other guests, who watched silently.

   "Not so fast, young man." The man's voice was harsh, commanding.  John
turned.  "I think you need to learn a lesson or two, you are very quick to
judge my friends and I - in my own house, no less." John snorted in disgust
and turned to leave.  The man snapped his fingers and suddenly, strong arms
seized the young couple from behind.  Mary screamed in fright and the black
manservant quickly clapped his hand over her mouth.  He held her wrists
pinned easily behind her.  John struggled fiercely but the two burly
servants holding him were far too strong, he surrendered as their master
walked up.  "I think you'll be enjoying my hospitality for quite a bit
longer than you expected.  I shall enjoy instructing you in the ways of the
real world.  Your self-righteous hypocrisy angers me, when I'm done with
you, it will have disappeared.  Count on that!" John tried to hide his
terror.  His voice shook as he spoke.  "You must be crazy.  You can't just
hold us prisoner here!"

   The man chuckled wryly.  "Oh, but I can you see.  And quite easily.  He
turned to the other guests, who had gathered in a large circle and were
watching the proceedings with great interest.  "Don't you all agree?" There
was a ripple of laughter that sounded very sinister to John.  These people
were all in on some little secret, and John didn't dare imagine what that
might be.  "Listen mister, you're all crazy!" John got no further before
the man struck him hard in the stomach and left him gasping for air.

   "Your first lesson, young man is that I am not 'mister'.  In fact, I am
Master, and you shall address me that way from now on.  You will only speak
when spoken to, and you will show proper respect at all times.  The same
applies to you, young lady."

   He spoke to the servant holding Mary.  "Take them away.  You know what
to do." He turned away contemptuously and rejoined his other guests as the
three strapping black servants led John and Mary from the room.  The
fourth, a man named Charles who was the Major Domo in charge of the other
servants, remained and listened carefully as his master issued detailed
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   Mary had never been so scared in her life, and she had to fight to keep
from wetting herself, as the big black man dragged her away from John.  He
took her to a bedroom and locked her inside before leaving.  She looked
around the room.  It seemed to be a fairly average room, with a king size
bed and nice furnishings, except that the windows were all barred,
suggesting this house had held reluctant guests before.

   Mary turned at the sound of the door.  One of the black men entered,
along with the submissive maid she had seen earlier.  "My name is Charles,
and I believe you've already been introduced to June.  We're here to get
you ready for the Master.  Please undress."

   Mary stared at him.  "Do as you're told, miss.  Either way, you will
strip naked, but if you cooperate, it'll be a lot easier on you." He stared
back, and it was obvious to her that he meant it.  Behind the man, June
looked at her and nodded, as if to warn Mary of what would happen if she
did not comply.

   Slowly, she stripped down to her bra and panties.  "All of it." Charles
ordered.  Humiliated, she obeyed and stood before them.  Charles now turned
to June.  "You know what to do.  Prepare this girl for the Master." Leaving
Mary in her expert hands, Charles left to attend to other business, locking
the door behind him.  It didn't take him long to find the couple's
abandoned car and hot wire it, a trick he had learned in his youth, spent
in city slums.  He parked the car in a large barn behind the house and
closed the doors.  Tomorrow, he would push the vehicle over a cliff into a
nearby river, making sure it exploded.  When the police found the wreck,
they would assume the occupants' bodies had been washed away.  It was not
the first time he had helped his Master make people disappear.

   Taking Mary by the hand, June led her into the bathroom and ran a hot
tub for her.  She made Mary immerse herself in the musky scented water and
began to shave her legs, arms and armpits.  Finally, she shaved between
Mary's legs and around her anus.  Mary knew better than to protest, and
when the woman was finished Mary's body was completely hairless.

   Drying her off, the woman led Mary to the dressing table, where she
fixed Mary's face and hair.  As Mary watched her reflection in the large
mirror, she saw herself gradually being transform into a rather
slutty-looking woman, the kind of woman she and her religious friends
scorned, with big hair, and heavy make-up.  She had never worn makeup in
her life, and she found it hard to believe how the thick coat of bright red
lip gloss made her lips seem fuller.

   Finally, she was made to dress in a lacy white garter belt, matching
seamed stockings, opera-length silk gloves and very high heels.  She could
barely maintain her balance in her shoes, the heels were so high.  She
looked around, but could see no other articles of clothing.  June guessed
her thoughts and confirmed them.  "That's right honey, these are all the
clothes you'll be needing."

   Charles had returned from his errand and had been watching impassively.
He now stepped forward and handed Mary a glass of water and several pills.
She looked at them.  They were all different shapes and colors.

   "What are these?" she asked the man with a tremor in her voice.

   "Think of them as vitamin tablets, they'll make things easier for you
later," he intoned, "So just take them, and shut up."

   Reluctantly, she did as she was told and was then led from the room. 
She had barely taken a dozen steps before she started feeling dizzy.

  
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   JOHN

   My mind reeled as I was carried away by those two silent gorillas.  I
struggled when the other guy led Mary away, but there was nothing I could
do.  I called out to her.  "Be brave honey, remember I love you!" Her eyes
pleaded silently as she was firmly marched around a corner.  I was to find
out later what these weirdos were all about.  Basically, they liked to play
sex games.  Kinky sex games.  Robert Stevens was a very wealthy man. 
Semi-retired, he had the time and resources to dedicate to his hobbies, and
a network of like minded friends to play with.  Bondage/ Discipline and
Sadism/Masochism featured prominently in their sport, although they were
all basically dominant.  Their slaves were not considered part of the group
as such, they were mere playthings, not humans in their masters' eyes.

   The two man servants took me down to the cellar of the house and into a
special room.  When they turned on the light, I saw that it had been fitted
out like some kind of weird dungeon.

   They locked heavy leather cuffs around my wrists and attached them to a
hook hanging from the tall ceiling by a heavy chain.  I pleaded for my
freedom, but my only reward was to have a red rubber ball gag forced
between my teeth and buckled into place behind my head.  One of them walked
over to the nearest wall, where some kind of pulley arrangement connected
to the ceiling hook.  He started cranking, and I winced as my feet left the
floor and my wrists and shoulders took all of my weight.

   One of them produced a switchblade and I froze.  My mind whirled
terror-struck as he approached me again.  My relief was almost tangible
when he only used it to cut all my clothes off, although I wasn't exactly
thrilled at hanging naked from the ceiling before two strange black men.

   The other man opened a small refrigerator in a corner of the dungeon and
removed a small metal case.  He opened it to reveal a hypodermic syringe,
with which he carefully drew some kind of clear liquid from a small vial.
He tapped the syringe to clear it of any air bubbles.  What was that stuff?
I was helpless to resist as he deftly plunged it into my buttock and
injected me with the drug.  It took effect almost immediately, and I lost
consciousness.

  
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   As soon as his body slumped to hang motionless from the ceiling hook,
the two black men prepared him for what was to follow.  One of them
carefully shaved John's groin and swabbed his penis with alcohol while the
other sterilised some surgical instruments.  He went over to a chest of
drawers and studied the contents of the top drawer.  Satisfied, he removed
a tiny padlock and what apeared to be a stainless steel sheath of some
sort, about three inches long, one inch in diameter and lined on the inside
with sharp little studs.

   He fit it over John's now shaven, flaccid penis.  One end fit smoothly
against the base of his cock, and the other sat snugly under the crown. 
The man had to stretch John's cock a little, but that was the whole idea.
It was a perfect fit.  He pulled a bit of flesh from below the head John's
penis, where there was a small gap in the shining cylinder, and asked his
comrade to hold it, stretched into place with a pair of surgical tongs. 
Finally, he produced a thick needle and carefully ran it through the
stretched fold of flesh.  He threaded the hasp of the padlock through the
newly pierced penis and clicked it shut.  John's was now locked into a
steel sheath that would prevent him from gaining a full erection, and, in
fact, the studs lining the shaft would torture his poor cock if he started
to become erect.

   Finally, they lowered John from the ceiling and dressed him in a larger
version of the maid's costume that June wore, complete with a garter belt,
sheer seamed stockings and 5" black patent leather, stilettoed high heeled
shoes.  His humiliation would be complete.

   Their work done, they waited patiently for John to regain consciousness.
That didn't take very long, and they laughed out loud at the look of horror
on his face when he realized what they had done to him.  "Well my boy,
there'll be some cocks spewing later on, but your's won't be one of 'em! 
The Master will only remove that sheath for his pleasure and amusement, not
yours!"

   They were still chuckling as they fastened his cuffed wrists together
behind his back.  They took him back to the living room where his fiancee
was on her hands and knees in the center of the floor.

  
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   They took me back to the living room.  I was hideously embarrassed.  I
mean, I wasn't wearing any clothes!  The outfit they'd made me wear left my
private parts and breasts totally exposed, and they'd even shaved away what
little modesty my pubic hair would have afforded me.  But I soon forgot
about that, in fact, I soon forgot about everything.  I didn't know what
was in those pills that they gave me, but it must have been a pretty
powerful cocktail as it was impossible to think, or concentrate on
anything. I felt strangely docile and I felt an unfamiliar moisture between
my legs and my body was very relaxed.  My escorts didn't need to hold me or
anything, I went obediently where they told me, like an mindless sheep. 
When we entered the living room, all the men and women, and my Master, were
still there, except that they had changed their clothes.  None of the men
wore anything, and it was only the mind numbing effects of the drugs that
kept me from shutting my eyes at the spectacle.  The women were all dressed
much like I was, like sluts.  I was told to get on my hands and knees on
the floor, which I did.  That's pretty much the last thing I remember
before my mind blacked out completely, but Master later showed me a
videotape of what happened next.

  
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   Chapter Two contains the following themes: M+/f, FF/f, M+/m, M+/ts,
wife, nc, mc, b&d, M dom, forced transexualism, voyeur

   The Engagement - Chapter 2

   When John was led into the room, he was confronted with a scene that
almost drove him out of his mind.  Had he not been bound and gagged, he
would have screamed his outrage and attacked his captors.

   "Ah there you are, young man.  Just in time for your second lesson of
the day." Master stood naked, his half-erect penis dangling inches from
Mary's painted lips.

   She didn't seem to notice him, staring intently at Master's impressive
tool.  They had dressed her and made her up to look like a cheap whore, and
John couldn't help but stare at her nakedness.  He had never seen her body
before, and frankly the way she looked right now was a complete turn-on for
the young man.  Despite himself, he felt his penis stir.

   "Put him over there." the Master pointed, "and make sure he's nice and
comfortable.  This is going to be a long show, and I don't want him to miss
a single moment of it."

   John's two guards marched him to the corner of the room and forced him
to kneel on all fours.  One of the men fetched a strange piece of equipment
and brought it over.  It consisted of three long steel tubes attached
together in the shape of an "H" with short lengths of chain between them.
They clipped John's wrists to either end of one tube, forcing his arms
three feet apart.

   Producing a pair of wide leather cuffs, they fastened his ankles to
another bar and he was fully immobilized, kneeling like a dog on the floor
with his arms and legs forced wide apart.  Around him, the guests watched
and made snide comments about John's attire, and he blushed with
humiliation.

   "Excellent," spoke his host, "I see we are now ready to proceed.  John,
I understand that you are to marry this lovely young lady.  Of course, my
friends and I want your marriage to be a long and happy one.  A very
important factor in marriage is an active sex life." He paused for effect
and some of his guests tittered.  Reaching down with both hands, he began
to gently caress Mary's face and hair.  She mewled and began to rock back
and forth, turning her face to meet his strokes.  "Something tells me that
you both have very little sexual experience, so today we're going to do you
a favor and demonstrate a variety of sexual techniques which will no doubt
prove highly educational for you." He smiled benignly and brought his hands
behind Mary's head.

   And then, to John's horror, brought the tip of his large cock right up
to Mary's lips.  "That's right dear, I want you to take this penis into
your mouth and suck it like a lollipop.  Go on now and do it."

   Mary no longer had any conscious idea of where she was or what she was
doing.  The pills had reduced her to a trance-like state where she was
aware of nothing except the delicious sensations her body sent to her
brain. The nice man asked her to put his thing in her mouth, and she felt
completely natural as she obeyed him.

   John could not bear to watch and screwed his eyes shut.  Charles had
been expecting that and was keeping a close eye on the young man.  John's
eyes sprang open when the big black man delivered a stinging blow to his
upturned ass cheeks with a rod.  "Master wants you to watch and so you will
watch!"

   John blinked away the tears from his eyes as he helplessly watched his
innocent, virginal fiancee fellate this monster's fat erection.  The man
let go of her head but she kept up her constant sucking, her head bobbing
up and down and gradually taking more and more of him until she was
deep-throating him, the very base of his large prick touching her nose with
every stroke.

   The Master cupped her firm breasts with his hands as he began to knead
and fondle them.  Her whole body shuddered when he tweaked her fat nipples
and she moaned.  "Damn!" John thought.  "What in the hell is she doing?" He
was too far away to see the drugged glaze in his beloved's eyes.  He could
find no other answer but that she must actually be enjoying herself. 
John's humiliation was intense.

   Soon, the man's cock was rock-hard and he told the girl to stop sucking.
John could see that his tool was much larger than his own, perhaps ten
inches long and very thick.  The man moved around behind Mary and stroked
her shaven pussy.  She made little animal noises of lust and wriggled her
delicious ass against him.  Grinning broadly, he held up his hand for all
to see, her juices glistening thickly on his fingers.

   "That is what we call foreplay.  Now for the main event." He positioned
the fat crown of his cock against Mary's dripping snatch and spreading her
lips with one hand, he slowly penetrated her.  A look of pure delight
covered his face when the tip of his cock encountered her hymen.  "Ladies
and gentlemen, I have a rare treat for you all today.  This lovely young
lady is virgo intacta, and we shall have the pleasure of bringing her into
full womanhood.  As your host, it is only fitting that I go first."

   And with those words, he jerked his hips forward and burying the entire
length of his rod inside Mary's pussy.  She yelped a little as he took her
cherry, but she was too far gone to feel any real pain.  She responded
passionately, wriggling her ass and moving for him as their Master fucked
her hard.

   John couldn't help but see and hear everything in perfect detail, as his
captor invited his guests to join in from his forced kneeling position. 
Mary's mouth was filled with another fat cock.  She performed like a
seasoned gang bang slut, taking a cock at either end and obviously loving
it.  John could see her body shake as she was overwhelmed by the first of
many powerful orgasms.  The pain he felt was soul-destroying.  What had
they done to his beloved fiancee?  He felt as though she were betraying
him.

   His own body betrayed him next.  Despite his horror at the goings on, he
was getting excited himself, but was unable to become fully erect.  The
sharp studs lining his steel penis sheath saw to that, keeping him in a
painful half-erect state.

   His captor noticed and laughed.  "Oh look, our little man seems to be
enjoying his lessons.  Excellent.  I think it's time he experienced what
his lovely bride-tobe so obviously enjoys!" The assembled guests laughed.
"Remove the gag," the man ordered the man servants.  "Young man, you are
truly fortunate.  Your future wife has a splendidly tight vagina.  She is
one of the best fucks I've ever had.  Of course, you'll just have to take
my word for that!"

   Everyone laughed, except for John, and Mary who continued fucking and
sucking like the slut they had turned her into.

   "Just imagine what I'm feeling right now, John.  My penis is buried all
the way up her sweet little cunt, and now, I am about to cum!" The wicked
man wore a look of triumph as he filled Mary's tight pussy, pumping in and
out vigorously for long moments afterwards.

   Finally, he pulled out and was replaced by one of the many men waiting
their turn with the young woman.  He strode to stand before John with his
still erect penis coated slickly with semen and Mary's virginal blood.

   "And now it's your turn.  Suck me clean." John stared at the monstrous
tool dangling before his eyes.

   "Go to hell," he said through clenched teeth.  "I'll never do that." The
man gazed at him a moment, his face pensive.  He turned to Charles.  "Very
well.  Return him to the cellar and when everyone here has used the girl
all they want, take her down there as well.  Then strangle her before his
eyes."

   He walked away from John, who forced himself to spit out the words,
"Alright!  Don't hurt her, I'll do whatever you want."

   His new master turned and smiled.  "That's much better.  Now prove it,"
he said sliding his fat cock between John unwilling lips, "and do a good
job or I'll have your wife-to-be whipped within an inch of her life."

   Trying not to gag, John forced himself to take most of the shaft in his
mouth and started sucking.  Soon, the cock grew hard again and filled his
throat, nearly choking him.

   "That's enough," said his Master.  "Time to take your virginity too!" He
pulled his hard cock from John's mouth and moved around him to lift the
skirt of the maid's dress above John's hips.  The young man wasn't wearing
panties.

   "I'd like to say this isn't going to hurt, but it will at first.  But
don't worry, I'm sure we'll make a willing anal slave of you in due
course!"

   He placed his huge, saliva slickened tool at the entrance to John's
quivering ass and with a mighty shove, embedded it's full length into the
young man's bowels.  John screamed with the suden pain.  "Oh, shut up! 
Charles feed him something, I'm sure he's too polite to talk with his mouth
full."

   The large black man obliged, unzipping his pants and producing a very
large cock.  It was completely flaccid, but even so it was almost as long
and thick as the cock lodged deep in John's raped asshole.  John didn't
need instructions as he stretched his lips around the broad head and
started to work his lips down the shaft.  Charles stood slightly to one
side so that John's view of his fiancee was unimpeded.  The young man was
forced to endure the ultimate humiliation.  Here he was, dressed in drag,
with his penis pierced, being sodomized and fed black cock while his slutty
bride-to-be was gang banged before his very eyes.  Things couldn't possibly
get worse, or could they?

   "Excellent work, young man.  You're learning your lessons very well. 
You know, I think you function rather well as a woman.  That's very lucky
for you, because I have plans for you in that direction." John wasn't sure
what the Master meant, but he got the feeling that yes, things COULD indeed
get worse!

   For John and Mary, life soon became a blur of degradation and
humiliation.  Their new Master explained patiently how their lives would be
from now on.  They were his slaves, his servants, and would be expected to
perform a variety of duties, both sexual and domestic.  Both were fitted
with bracelets containing a sensor and transmitter which would send an
alarm if either tried to escape from the rambling mansion.

   Mary was kept in a drugged haze and was therefore completely incapable
of escape.  She was only able to think at the level of a child, her
personality radically changed into that of a mindless sex slut with
absolutely no will of her own.  She was completely obedient to her Master.
John was rationally aware of their predicament, but would not have escaped
even if he could, because he could not simply abandon his fiancee to such a
fate.  As the weeks went by, John hardly ever saw Mary.  She spent all of
her time with their Master, who delighted in her training.

   John spent his nights cleaning the large house and preparing the
breakfast table, and his days in the cellar dungeon.  Mary spent her nights
in her Master's bedroom, and her days by his side, being used as a sexual
plaything by him, his other servants and his frequent visitors.  Master had
installed a closed-circuit television system in the mansion with a monitor
in the dungeon, it amused him to occasionally pipe live images and sound of
Mary's sexual performances to her humiliated young fiancee.

   Mary's training was progressing to her Master's satisfaction.  He now
concentrated on her beau, whom he intended to completely transform.  One
day, after several months of captivity, he stopped Mary's medication for a
day so that she would be alert and aware, then led her down to the dungeon
so that she could witness John's training in progress.  It was the fist
time she had seen him since that first day when they were both brutally
deflowered.

   MARY

   The dungeon was dimly lit.  Gradually, my eyes adjusted and I saw a
strange woman.  Her face seemed oddly familiar.  She was dressed only in a
garter belt, stockings and high heels.  The woman was sitting in some kind
of chair, similar to the ones she had seen in medical examination rooms. 
Her ankles were held in stirrups, and her arms were strapped by her sides.
The chair had been adjusted so that the woman was bent almost in half, her
buttocks pointing straight up and her legs spread to either side of her
heavily made-up face.  Dangling from the ceiling was a large rubber bag,
with a hose running to the chair.

   "Look more closely, my dear," commanded Master, "I want you to remember
this for the rest of your life."

   And I would!  As my eyes adjusted fully to the dim light, I realized I
was looking at John, my beloved fiancee.  I gasped in horror.  What had the
Master done to him?!?

   "This setup is quite sophisticated," Master proudly proclaimed, "in a
few short months, John has made remarkable progress.  The bag you see
contains a cocktail of female hormones and mind-altering drugs.  The hose
is connected to a special rubber enema nozzle which is a perfect replica of
my penis.  Which as you well know, it's quite large and quite thick.  Your
darling betrothed has learned to take all of it up his cute little butt. 
The release rate is carefully controlled.  A trickle feed that delivers his
medication for maximum efficiency and absorption."

   I could see everything clearly now.  The base of a thick rubber dildo
protruded from John's smooth ass.  His entire body was now smooth, I saw.

   "After we first waxed off all his body hair, it didn't grow back the
hormones saw to that." Master continued.

   John's head was at his crotch.  I could see that he was sucking his own
cock.  John's features had softened somehow, and with the heavy makeup he
looked like a real woman, a female replica of what had once been my
handsome fiancee.  He even had breasts now, almost as large as my own!  I
saw that his fat erect nipples had been pierced with thick golden rings.

   At the sound of Master's voice, he had shifted his glazed stare away
from the small television monitor mounted above the chair and looked our
way.  Something stirred behind his eyes, and I knew he was still aware
enough of his surroundings to recognize me.  He knew I was witnessing his
degradation and humiliation, but was powerless to do anything about it.

   "Continue your training John.  That's right, keep sucking." John's gaze
shifted back to the monitor and his head started to bob slowly up and down
the length of his penis.  On the monitor, I could see a video taped
recording of myself and the four black man servants.  They had me
sandwiched, one huge cock impaled my anus, while another penetrated my
vagina and I was sucking the other two, alternating between their
glistening cocks and trying to force them both into my mouth at once.  I
was moaning with pleasure, and as I watched, what appeared to be a series
of massive orgasms rocked my body.  I could only vaguely remember doing
those things, and I was horrified to see what a big slut I had become under
Master's expert tutelage but at the same time I felt myself growing wet. 
Could I actually WANT this?!?

   "This is a highly effective form of physical transformation and
indoctrination, brainwashing if you will." Master sounded very smug.  "The
hormones are reshaping his body and giving him feminine feelings and
instincts.  The drugs in the formula keep him sexually aroused yet
submissive.  He is forced to constantly watch you having sex with others,
both live and taped, while absorbing the formula and fellating himself.  He
now subconsciously associates his daytime viewing with extreme pleasure. 
From now on, he will become aroused whenever he sees you having sex with
other men and women, and ONLY then.  He is quite incapable of servicing you
as a man now.  You see the ring at the base of his penis?  It helps him
stay erect, but it also prevents him from ejaculating.  Often, I allow him
gratification, but only on my terms.  I allow Charles and the other male
servants to use him, and since he has become such a pretty she-male they
seize the opportunity quite frequently.  He has learned to greatly enjoy
their big black cocks, and now he is only capable of achieving an erection
while watching you, and he can only orgasm with a cock in his anus, mouth,
or both.  Whenever he is allowed to leave the dungeon he must wear his
special penis sheath, which painfully prevents him from achieving a full
erection and ejaculating.  He is in fact quite addicted to his training,
once I switched the monitor off to see his reaction, and he begged me to
turn it back on.  As you know, I am a merciful Master and so I obliged." At
that, he took my arm and led me back upstairs.

  
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   The Engagement - Chapter 3

   Mary was put back on her diet of mind-altering drugs and barely gave
another thought to John.  Master kept her very busy, and when he wasn't
using her body for his own pleasure he amused himself by letting her
perform with others.  He especially enjoyed watching her in action with the
two maid servants.  She became an expert at pleasuring other women, and in
fact came to enjoy another woman's body as much as she enjoyed being
thoroughly fucked by well-hung men.

   By now, her personality had changed irreversibly, her mental
conditioning was as successful as John's.  Master had their transmitter
bracelets removed, there was no fear of either one wanting to escape now.
Several months after she had last seen John in the dungeon, Master started
weaning her off the chemicals, it made no difference to her behavior and
she continued to act like a complete slut, enjoying it immensely.

   She could think clearly now, and was cognizant of her situation and the
events that led her to this point.  Master had even told her how he had
contrived to make her and her fiancee "disappear." He showed her newspaper
clippings with photographs of John's wrecked car.  It had taken the police
little time to discover the wreck, and after a brief investigation the
authorities concluded that the pair had perished in the crash, their bodies
washed away by the river's powerful current.  A joint funeral was held for
them both.

   JOHN

   I think I saw Mary today.  It's hard to remember or think clearly.  All
I can think about is sex.  I'm kinda getting used to being a girl now.  I
love the soft silky clothes they've given me.  The sheer stockings feel so
nice against my skin, and I even enjoy the high heels.  At night, when
Charles comes to release me from the chair and takes me upstairs to do my
chores, I get a real kick out of the way the 5" heels make my ass sway as I
walk.

   My new breasts are nice, too.  I like playing with them and pinching my
nipples and tugging my rings, only I have to stop after a little while, or
my cock will get hard and my sheath will hurt me.  I usually spend a few
hours, dusting and sweeping and mopping the floors, and then I have to get
breakfast organized in time for the others in the house to awake.

   The work is not very demanding, and I quite like my new life.  I get
plenty of time to myself at night, as there's never really anyone else
about, but I don't get lonely.  Sometimes, I listen at Master's door. 
Sometimes I just hear snoring, but if I'm lucky I can hear him fucking
Mary. She must really love his cock, she screams and moans and begs him for
more.  I vaguely recall that this should bother me, but it doesn't. 
Somehow, it seems perfectly right and natural.

   It's kinda funny, 'cause we're still going to get married, Master told
me so, but I don't think I could fuck Mary like the others do.  Hell, I
don't even FEEL like it.  Oh, I love watching her in action, but personally
I can only cum while I'm servicing men.

   I like it when Charles comes to visit.  It's especially nice when he
brings the others too.  My favorite is when I get to suck a few of the guys
while Charles fucks my ass real hard, it doesn't hurt anymore.  I guess
practice makes perfect, and of course spending all day with a huge rubber
dildo up my ass would stretch me nicely.  I almost always cum when I get
gang banged, I don't even really have to touch myself, it's like my
pleasure centers have been relocated to my ass and mouth.

   Master says he has recorded some of my sessions with all four men.  He
lets Mary watch them, and he says she really enjoys them.  She makes jokes
about what a pretty slut I am, and what a good little cock sucker I am. 
Master says she's quite proud of me, but not as a man.  Apparently, she now
thinks of me as some kind of faggot, and laughs contemptuously when she
sees me ejaculating during a good ass-fucking.  She certainly no longer
sees me as a man.  Fair enough, she has plenty of real men in her life, and
I'm content to be a boygirl.  I get the best of both wolds that way!

   I'm so lucky, if it wasn't for Master, I might have gone through the
rest of my life as a normal married guy and I'd never even have known what
I was missing out on!



   ---------------- THE WEDDING DAY ---------------

   It was now almost a year since John and Mary had been imprisoned, and
John hadn't seen his fiancee over most of that time.  He was still allowed
to watch her fuck and suck an endless stream of men and women, but the
camera only showed close-ups now, close-ups of her face or genital area. 
That was fine by John though, it still turned him on just the same.  Their
Master's careful indoctrination of the pair was complete, and it was now
time to execute the final stage of his fiendish plan.

   He had set out to teach John a lesson and humiliate him.  Now it was
time to see how well the pretty young slaves had learned that lesson.

   He had built up quite a collection of videos and photographs of the
young couple being used in every orifice by a large number of men and
women. He even had some excellent ones of John sucking his own dick. 
Having read the couple's obituaries, he knew they came from deeply
religious families.  He also knew the address of the church attended by all
of John and Mary's relatives and friends.

   Finally, he announced that John and Mary would finally be married.  He
set the date for the following Saturday and had invitations sent to all his
kinky friends who had attended the party with which it had all begun, the
day he kidnaped the young couple.  Judging by the RSVPs, all of them would
be attending.  They were all aware of how he had conditioned the pair, and
wouldn't have missed this event for the world!

   When Mary was informed, her reaction was quite nonchalant, she didn't
feel attracted to John anymore, and she didn't really want her lifestyle of
constant sexual pleasure to end.  She hoped Master would continue to use
her after she was a married woman.  That wimp, John, certainly couldn't
give her what a woman needed.

   John was taken off his regimen of hormones and drugs.  Although his
conditioning was now so ingrained that it was permanent, and his body would
continue to respond as he had been trained.  Master was particularly
determined that on his wedding day, John's mind should be clear and aware
of the proceedings, so that his humiliation would be complete.

   The big day came, and the guests arrived in droves by limousine. 
Attended by the two maids, both bride and groom were carefully prepared for
the ceremony.  This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives,
after all they both wore white, but that's where the marital tradition
ended.  Both of their outfits were parodies of traditional wedding gowns.
Both wore high white stilettoed heels and seamed stockings clipped to
corsets which ended just below their large breasts, serving only to enhance
their cleavage and forced their waists into a small, waspish size. 
Attached to the corsets were diaphanous white skirts with layers of
petticoats, which forced the skirts to stick straight out.  Their groins
were clearly visible with both bride and groom cleanly shaven.  Both wore
opera-length gloves, silly little veils, and both were given bridal
bouquets.

   They were carefully made up to look like Hollywood hookers.  The main
concession to tradition was that the couple was kept separated until the
ceremony.  Finally, it was time.  The black man servants had been ordered
to prepare the main living room for the wedding.  The assembled guests were
seated in rows with a wide aisle running through the middle of the room,
and a makeshift altar had been built at one end.  Master himself would be
officiating, and several of the guests had offered to photograph and video
tape the proceedings and the buffet-style reception afterwards.  Master
instructed them to be careful not to show any recognizable faces, other
than John and Mary's, of course.

   It amused their master to have Charles give John away as the bride to
Mary, the groom.  And so it was that John was led through the double doors
and walked slowly up the aisle, holding on to Charles' arm tightly as his
heels were a little too high for comfort.  John's large tits jiggled and
bounced, all around.  The wedding guests murmured comments like, "Isn't she
lovely!" "What a pretty dress!"

   Dressed identically, Mary waited before the altar, her back turned to
John.  From hidden speakers poured the strains of the Wedding March.

   JOHN

   At last, I was to marry the woman I have loved for as long as I can
remember.  But I'd never counted on these circumstances.  Around me are all
the same people I remember from my first day in this house, the people who
I watched fuck Mary for hours on end.  And just like last time, they're all
naked.  Everyone here is totally naked except for Mary and I.  Some of them
are making comments and laughing at me, how humiliating!  I can feel my
face blush bright red, but I'm wearing so much makeup you probably can't
tell.

   These heels are killing my feet, they're even higher than I'm used to,
and these huge tits are making me top-heavy.  If it wasn't for Charles, I'd
fall flat on my face.  It's a good thing we're nearly at the altar. 
There's Mary, I haven't seen her for months.  There's something different
about her, she seems to have put on a little weight around the hips.  It
suits her, though.

   We're there, and Mary is turning toward me.  My heart flips and I nearly
faint when I see her swollen belly.  Oh my God, she must be eight months
pregnant.

   Beside me, Charles laughs out loud.  "You're gonna have an instant
family"

   Mortified, I look at his leering face as he continues.  "We've done some
tests, and I'm pretty sure I'm the daddy!" He grinned widely, his white
teeth gleaming in his coal black face.

   The ceremony went without a hitch, although the marriage vows were
unusual.  At the end, Master looked at Mary and said, "You will now fuck
the bride."

   She didn't move, her eyes pleading with her Master.  She didn't want to
touch this sissy slut if she could help it, but Master must always be
obeyed.  Oh well, she thought, a cock is a cock, even though his is much
smaller than I'm used to.

   Mary touched John's shaven cock.  He wasn't wearing his sheath anymore,
John's conditioning complete, Master had removed it for good.  Mary stroked
the limp little thing.  Nothing happened.

   "Turn and face each other, and then suck his cock, Mary."

   They did, and Mary knelt to take John's limp cock in her mouth.  The
assembled guests had a splendid view as she proceeded to give him an expert
blow job.  She stroked his balls and ass and sucked John's cock as though
her life depended on it.  John responded, gently rocking his hips, trying
desperately to achieve an erection, as Master had commanded.

   He failed miserably.  The guests were openly mocking him now, their
laughter and jeers burned in his ears.  He couldn't even get a hard-on for
his own wife!

   "That's enough, Mary," spoke Master.  "Perhaps we need to show John what
we're trying to achieve here." He held his half-erect penis and waggled it
at Mary.

   Without a word, she sank to her knees before him and engulfed his member
with her warm, wet mouth.  Seconds later, he and all the guests howled with
laughter.  She turned to see what was causing their mirth.  John had a full
erection now, the sight of his wife blowing another man had given him an
instant, throbbing hard-on.

   Master held Mary's face and stopped her bobbing motions.  "That will
suffice, my dear.  I believe it's now time for your wedding reception."

   Everyone moved into the banquet sized dining room.  Tables covered in
white linen were arranged around the walls, they held an amazing array of
fine food.  As the guests helped themselves to the food, the maids
circulated with trays of champagne.

   In the middle of the room stood a king-size bed.  Master pointed at it,
and John and Mary silently obeyed.  They mounted the bed and assumed the
doggy position, side by side.

   "Let the festivities begin!." cried Master, and the assembled guests
swarmed onto the bed.

   Mary was most enthusiastic, skillfully eating pussy (she serviced at
least five of the women present) and taking on every man.  John was close
enough to touch her, and witnessed every second.  He himself was sandwiched
between two burly well-hung guests, one of whom delighted in vigorously
reaming his ass hole and spanking his upturned bottom hard with each
thrust. John's face was stuffed with cock, and he was sucking as hard as he
could.  Beside him, Mary was taking on three men simultaneously, her every
orifice filled to capacity.  She reached a thunderous climax, bucking and
moaning loudly.  The other guests applauded.  His humiliation almost
unbearable, John's body immediately betrayed him by jetting thick gobs of
cum all over the sheets.  The guests clapped even louder then.

   Finally, the reception was over.  The guests had left, and the maids
were clearing away the debris.  The newly weds sprawled on the bed, too
exhausted to move.  Master strode over to them and beamed down at them with
an evil grin.  "Come on children, you can't fall asleep there," he chided,
"you're going on your honeymoon!"

   Too weak to resist, the pair were bundled away by the black man
servants. They were blindfolded and placed in the back of a van for the
journey, the journey back to their home town.  Master had given Charles
detailed instructions, and he knew exactly what to do.  He carried a large
suitcase with him which appeared to be quite heavy.  He forced the couple
to take three sleeping pills each, and within minutes they were out cold.

   JOHN

   Where the fuck am I?  I can't see a thing, it's so dark.  And why can't
I move?  Oh.  Right.  I think I've been handcuffed back-to-back with Mary.
I can feel her skin against mine, and I can hear her snoring.  I'll have to
wait for her to wake up before I can even think about getting loose.  I can
feel something else, paper?  I think the floor is covered with papers of
some kind, they feel kinda glossy.

   Wait, I can hear something.  Voices.  The rattle of a key, the flick of
a light switch.  Damn, that light is almost blinding, at least I can see
where I am now.

   Oh no.  I recognize this place.  It's my family church.  And those
papers, they're pictures of Mary and me, and a lot of other people.  Just
one look at, them is giving me a hard-on.  And those voices, I'm afraid to
look, I've got to look.  Yep, I knew it.  Standing before me, in shocked
silence, is the minister.  Behind him, my whole family.  And behind them,
the rest of the congregation.

   Master was right.  He said he would teach me a lesson, and he has.  NOW
I'm really humiliated!

   THE END

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