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Subject: Lisa's TG Library: "The Takeover"
Date: Mon, 06 May 96 03:29:36 GMT
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I should make one thing clear from the start: I didn't hold being
gay against James Parry. Sure, a few people laughed and snickered at the
way he minced around the offices in his bizarre black clothes, with his
carefully styled dark hair, his silly beard, earrings, and those
ridiculous tinted glasses. I guess from time to time I joined in the fun
and made a crack or two at his expense. But I always figured that a
man's personal life is his own business, and James was a good employee,
so it never occurred to me to let him go.
Until that scene in my office.
And what a scene it was!
James Parry stood before me, red-faced, head hung low, positively
quaking with embarrassment, unable even to meet my eyes.
And no wonder!
The tale he'd just told, of masochism, bondage, and betrayal was
shameful enough, but when he said some Dominatrix was pressuring him to
give away company secrets -- perhaps even lever me out of my CEO position
-- I could see that the matter would require some careful thought.
"Just who is this - this Dominatrix?" I asked, "And who's she
working for? It must be somebody here in the Corporation if they're
trying to get my job."
"Her name's Gwendolyn," He mumbled, almost on the verge of tears.
"And that's all I know about her... I've never even seen her without a
mask on... but this weekend she's arranged to have two friends of hers
give me the Works!"
It took a lot of careful questioning to get all the details out of
James without breaking him down completely. But I finally managed it.
Apparently, "Gwendolyn" had ordered James to spend his upcoming
vacation at the secluded house of two "friends" of hers, sister dominas,
who had a genuine love of humiliating men. There, he was told, they
would pressure him to give them enough inside information on my dealings
to lever me out at the Stockholder's Meeting... Which was next week!
James had never met these women before, so they had no connection
with the Corporation, but they would obviously be in on the secret of
Gwendolyn's true identity!
And he knew, he told me, that once they got him, he'd be unable to
keep from betraying me!
"Please," he begged contritely, "I-I know this is all well... but I
want to work for you, Sir. I do, really! Please let me keep my job here
with you!"
Well, it would have been a simple enough matter to just fire James
and change a few key bank numbers and access codes. But I needed more.
I needed to find out who was behind this and how much she knew already...
who she was working with and why.
And I thought I knew how!
An hour later I had James's drivers license and he had a reservation
for a week in Vegas at my expense -- I figured it was the least I could
do as a parting gift for a guy who didn't know I was going to fire him!
I gave instructions to Lena, my sexy black secretary, that she was
to be prepared for some strange happenings in the next few days, but to
"just go along with it... whatever!" and she meekly agreed. So I was all
set!
*********
"Let's just make sure we've got this straight, Mr. Parry," Evelyn
Astin, dark-haired and voluptuous in a tight sweater and short skirt,
regarded me evenly through vivid green eyes as her sister Sonia -- a
petite blonde with a mischievous smile -- giggles in the background.
"You agree to enter our service, totally and unconditionally, for a
period of two days. During that time, we shall attempt to extract
certain information from you. If at the end of two days, you have not
told us what we wish to know -- if you have not given us enough
information to lever your boss out of his position at the next
Stockholder's Meeting, then we shall free you completely and return to
you everything that `Gwendolyn' has used to keep you in her power."
"That's right," I nod, thinking carefully as I look around the
deceptively ordinary seeming room: two days! That's still leave me a
couple of days before the Stockholder's Meeting! This was going to call
for some tricky timing!
But I could handle it.
"Very well," Evelyn smiles sweetly and runs a soft hand down my
chest, toying with my shirt buttons. "So now, let's concentrate on you!"
And suddenly I'm knocked sprawling to the floor!
All at once. they're atop me, Sonia gripping my wrists and pinning
my head to the floor with her shapely bottom, while Evelyn proceeds to
remove my pants!
"Might as well start your servitude here and now!" She says,
planting a silk-stockinged knee in my stomach, "And these would just get
in the way!"
"Hold still!" Sonia titters as struggle for air, "Oooo! That feels
naughty!" She wiggles her pantied rear across my face for emphasis and
gives a little moan of pleasure. "Stop that! (wiggle!) Mmmmm. Stop now!
(Bounce!) Stop!"
Evelyn has my pants off by now and is admiring my legs.
"Look how shapely!" She beams.
"And so smooth!" Sonia agrees. She holds up one of my arms, twisting
the fingers to ensure cooperation, "And look, no hair here either!"
"Hmmm," Evelyn muses, "Do you suppose our slave shaves his body all
hairless and feminine?"
Well I had shaved my body -- because I figured these two bitches
would have learned from "Gwendolyn" that James kept his body shaved! But
now they think...
"Well, Slave?" Sonia asks, "Do you keep yourself all smooth and
lady-like? Answer me! (Bounce!) Do you!
"Mmmmphflggh!" I answer.
Slowly, methodically, Sonia and Evelyn proceed to strip off my
clothing, teasing me about my body as they do.
"Look how smooth and silky our slave's complexion is! And his color!
Why, it's a perfect Peach Pink!"
"Watch his nipples stand up when I rub them!"
"Hmmm, that's not all that stands up! (giggle!) Let me just pitch
away these rags... he obviously won't need them!"
Dreadfully embarrassed, I watch Sonia cart off my clothes as
Evelyn's hands roam over my nakedness.
Keep calm, I tell myself, it's only for a few days... and then I'll
be calling the shots! Why, I'll make these bitches...
"Hey!" Evelyn titters, "What's the idea of poking me with that
thing?"
Suddenly her face hardens. And her grip!
With a firm grasp, Evelyn leads me nude into the bedroom and flings
me onto the bed! Swiftly, she doffs her sweater and skirt and climbs
atop me. Somehow, despite my fear, I can't help being excited by the cool
satin sheets beneath me and the warm silken body above! She notices my
arousal and rolls me onto my stomach.
Go along with it, I repeat over and over in my mind, just for a
while...
"Show some modesty in the presence of a Lady!" She sneers, pinning
my arm with a smooth thigh.
Then she entwines my neck with her warm arms.
"Now talk!" she barks, "What are the computer access codes? The bank
account numbers?"
"Gowk-ulk!" I choke, "Kow-wuk!"
I couldn't say anything if I'd wanted to! Surely she must know
that! But Evelyn just smiles.
"Still want to be stubborn, eh? Well by the time we get through
with you, you'll beg us to let you talk! Sonia, sweetie? Would you be a
dear and take off your stockings for us?"
I moan and struggle, feeling Evelyn's panty-clad crotch slide over
my smooth legs and bottom as she jockeys for position. Before I know it,
she has my ankles tied together with Sonia's hose and is working on my
arms, bending my fingers painfully back to force my wrists together! Her
speed... her skill .. all at once I realize these women are more
dangerous than I'd thought!
"Please," I gasp, close to panic, "C-Can't we work something out?"
"Sure!" Sonia sneers, watching me squirm in her lover's knowing
hands, "Just tell us what we need to know to set your boss up! No? You
must really love that guy to go through all we're going to put you
through! How about it? Are you his Sweetie-Boy? Are you?"
"Ha!" Evelyn tightens the stocking around my wrists, "That's
probably it! This little wimp has a crush on his big masculine, boss!
How much is he paying you? Or are you (hee-hee!) holding out for
marriage? Well, I'm going to shut your pretty mouth until you decide to
give us some answers!"
All at once I'm on my back, shamefully trying to cover my exposed
male fixtures with my bound, shaven legs!
"How shy!" Evelyn titters, "Here slave I'll let you have my
panties!"
Sonia giggles at my embarrassment as Evelyn slides out of her
panties and straddles my head, forcing me to stare straight up as she
dangles the warm, scented garment over my face!
"Is this what you like?" She teases, "Don't you just go ga-ga over
nice lacy women's panties?" She glances between my legs and smiles at my
hopelessly aroused state. "Sure looks that way, doesn't it? Well, this
is your lucky day, because I'm going to give you a mouthful!
Evelyn's warm, damp pussy hairs tickle my head as she bends forward
and pinches my nose, forcing my lips open... the heat from her thighs as
she traps my face .. and then I taste her panties as she pushes them in
my mouth!
"Like it?" She taunts, tying the panties in place with yet another
stocking. "Well, how about these?"
Slowly she removes her bra, and her perfect breasts dangle in my
face, flicking her hard nipples across my lips and nose even as she rubs
her moist pussy over my own nipples!
"Hold it!" A flash as Sonia moves around us with a camera,
capturing the scene from every angle that will reveal my predicament
without showing Evelyn's face. "Turn your head Ev, and raise your arms.
That way I can get his stiff little dickie in the picture so everyone
where he works can see how much he loves this!"
Everyone at work? ! ? ! Suddenly I'm filled with horror, thinking
that these sadists might show off the pictures at the office while I'm
away... or even at the Stockholder's Meeting next week.
All this time I'd thought I was perfectly safe, since they'd think
I was James Parry. But now I realize that if they take pictures and
spread them around my office that everyone will recognize me! I'll be
finished with that company or any other! I must stop them... somehow!
"Nggh!" I moan through the panties that fill my mouth, "Nnnffrggh!"
But they simply ignore me and go on taking pictures!
"Let's get some shots of our slave moving around!"
Sonia obligingly pulls a sheer stocking over my head while Evelyn
gets the camcorder. Then they order me to shimmy about the floor on my
knees!
Naturally, with my wrists bound behind me, I have to swish my bare
bottom wildly .. to the vast delight of my captresses .. and Sonia
increases the effect by holding a riding crop to my lips and making me
follow it about! If my lips lose contact with the whip for more than a
few seconds, she flicks it, painfully, against my lips till I find it
again!
All this time of course, I'm frustratingly aware of Evelyn's bare
breasts and exposed womanhood as she moves about, just inches away,
recording all this. Not to mention Sonia, clad in the most exciting
lingerie and shiny high-heeled boots right in front of me! But I'm even
more aware of my awful predicament... and my own embarrassing nudity,
which the girls call attention to at every opportunity!
"Swish that butt!" Evelyn snaps, "Sonia, make him jump and jiggle!
This is priceless!"
Suddenly I remember what they'd said earlier, about me wanting to
talk before they were done with me! How true it was!
"Nmmmmrfffh!" I try again, "Mmllemmmmeeee mlmlmlooooozzzh!"
But Sonia decides she'd like some different situations, and makes me
pull my hands under my legs and get them in front of me as both girls
laugh at my squirming antics!
Once my hands are in front, she teases.
"Would you like to get untied, Pet?"
"Nyyyygghehsh!" I falter through my gag, unsure of what to expect.
"Very well!" She smiles, "You have my permission to unite your
wrists! But first, play with that tiny thing of yours until it's stiff
again!"
Totally humiliated, I comply, feeling the eye of the video camera on
my like a physical thing as I stand there with a silk stocking over my
head, totally exposed to the laughter of my two half-nude tormentors! I
try to forget my awful embarrassment and concentrate on the lush forms of
the two women who watch and tease as I jerk off like some horndog
teenager!
"Keep it up, Sweet Cheeks!" Evelyn laughs as the camera whirs, "Get
it real hard for everyone at work to see! Show how much you love us!
Hmmmph! Is that *ALL* the bigger it gets? A little thing like that's not
even worth taking my panties off for!"
"Well," Sonia muses, "Since he's not much good as a stud, maybe we
should make him a saddle mount?"
She has no sooner suggested it, than I am down on my hands and
knees, feeling the weight of both women atop me! Evelyn urges me on with
the riding crop while Sonia uses my silk stocking as a bridle, twisting
this way and that as they ride me about the house!
"Faster Horsie!" Evelyn giggles, "Ooo! You make me feel so naughty
when you bounce like that!" She grinds her moistness into my smooth, bare
back for emphasis, "And what's this under my heel?"
I feel smothered in feminine dainties! Hosiery over my face,
panties in my mouth, the pressure of Sonia's stockinged thighs around my
cheeks, and her silk covered crotch rubbing the nape of my neck as she
steers me about until I finally collapse in exhaustion.
"Awww," Evelyn pouts. "Poor baby! Have we been too hard on our
little one?"
"Perhaps we have," Sonia looks dispassionately down at me as she
removes her bra and hair ribbon, shaking her blonde tresses into a
passionate tangle.
"How about it, Baby? Are you ready to give us the information we
want? Or shall we just mail those pictures of you to your office?"
"No-no please!" I gasp as she removes gag, "I'll pay you anything
you ask! But I can't tell you..."
That was as far as I got before they dragged me back to the bedroom
and tied me spread-eagle to the bed!
WHACK!!!
SNAPPP!!!!
CRACK!!!!!!
SLAM!!!!!!!!!
"Talk!" Evelyn snarls, "Tell us what we want or I swear we'll toast
this sweet rear end of yours!"
"No," Sonia cries, "Don't talk! I'm having way too much fun to
stop!"
"Stop!" I scream, trying desperately to get out of this some way,
"I'll talk! Whatever you want to know! Just don't send those pictures!
The account numbers are..."
"It doesn't work like that!" Evelyn interrupts, "If you want free of
us, you'll have to call someone else where you work. Someone who has
access to all that information about your boss and have them bring it to
us right here!"
"N-No please," I gasp, "Don't let anyone else see me like this!"
WHACK!
"Yes! I'll do it! Whatever you say! Ouch! Pleeese! Anything! Just
STOP!"
They immediately dismount and untie me. But my limp arms are
helpless to resist as Sonia binds them behind my shoulder blades while
Evelyn lashes my ankles to my thighs with still more stockings until I
can only duck-walk!
Sonia sits on my back, pushing my head down with her pantied bottom
as Evelyn dials the number I gave her, then holds the receiver to my
mouth.
"Do it right, now," she cautions, "Remember, any tricks and you'll
be the laughing stock of your entire corporation!"
"Yes!" Sonia rakes her sharp nails lightly over my sore rump to
emphasize her total control, "This secretary we're calling will know what
a sissy-slave you are, but you can buy her off or otherwise persuade her
not to talk. But if we send those pictures in... along with some others
we're thinking of taking... "
I blush furiously at the prospect of this awful debasement. But I
shiver even more in fright just thinking about what might happen if I
refuse. And the next thing I know, I'm talking to my meek black secretary
Lena.
"Lena? I... It's me, James Parry." She indicates that she recognizes
my voice. "I-I need you to get into my-uh- the Boss' safe and get those
files marked W. Then use those files to access the computer codes. Just
p-print out the whole thing and-and then bring it..." I gave her
directions. "Yes... Yes I know you shouldn't do it! It's bad of me to
make you!" Sonia prompts me with a painful slap. "When you g-get here,
you sh-should punish me!"
An hour later, Lena sits comfortably on the sofa, regarding me with
amusement as Sonia and Evelyn watch in the background.
"So you really like this kind of treatment, eh, Mr. Parry?"
She runs tickling fingers up my smooth thighs as I stand at
attention before her, completely naked and totally embarrassed at having
my own secretary see how my scheme has backfired.
"Th-That's right, M-Miss Lena," I manage to stammer. Surely she must
know I'm being forced to say this! "I-I'd just love it ever so much if
you'd treat me like a bad little boy!"
"Well I'd really love to," she giggles as her finger dance higher,
"but it's late, and I've a long ride back into town."
"You could stay here!" Sonia interjects, "As James's guest!"
"Well now, that might be interesting..."
"And play with him all night while we contact `Gwendolyn' and
double-check the information you brought us." Evelyn insists.
"Girls, you talked me into it," Lena smiles brightly at me, "Just
show me to the guest room... and have James here bring me a cup of
coffee."
She toys with my shamefully excited manhood until I squirm in
frustration, then spanks me playfully on the bottom as I scurry to obey.
Soon as I arrive in the guest room, dutifully carrying Lena's
coffee. My eyes widen as I see she's stripped to her lingerie.
"Lena!" I start. "What are you...?"
With startling strength and swiftness, she bends me over a chair and
clamps my head between her thighs, grabbing my hair so I can't escape.
SMACK!
My ass explodes in pain as she picks up a riding crop and begins
working me over with it! Again and again the instrument of torture lands
across my buttocks until I howl for mercy.
"Quiet Slave!" Lena barks, "Don't move or speak until I give you
permission! Understand?
Her words somehow penetrate the pain, and I make myself quiet down
and hold still while she fetches ropes, binds me to the chair in
ingenious fashion, and then seats herself comfortable atop me!
"You like this, Baby?" She sneers. "You enjoy finding yourself at
the mercy of a black woman?"
"N-No!" I manage to squeak.
"No?" Her smile widens as she sits back, tickling my privates with
her afro. "Maybe you're just one of those pampered, privileged white
dudes that likes to hop in the sack with black chicks, eh? You sure been
pressuring me long enough! Did you figure this was the only way you'd
make it with me?"
"Lena!" I gasp, "I was forced to do this! You've got to help me!"
"Do I?" She teases, "Let's think about that. What do you suppose
those two girlfriends of yours out there would do if they thought I was
trying to get you out of here? Why, my black ass wouldn't be worth
nothing. And how do you know they aren't watching us now somehow?"
I gulp, as best I can, realizing that the woman I'd hoped would come
to my rescue might be in as much trouble now as I am!"
"You're the one that got me into this," she continues, "and just how
valuable do you think you are to my career, now that you've given away
all that information to be used against you? No, Honey, I think the smart
move for this child is to just go with the flow! Maybe I'll even tell
them that you're not James Parry! What do you think they'd do if they
found out it was you they had?"
"N-No!" I beg, squirming under her panties, "Don't tell them!
Pleeese!"
"Maybe I won't," she muses, "You reckon you could show this poor
little black girl a good time in bed tonight?"
"Anything! I'll do whatever you ask!"
"Well, we'll just see about that!" And she pours her coffee in my
face!
Immediately she's on her feet again, bringing the riding crop down
on my sore, sore bottom!
"Bad! (THWACK!) Bad Baby! (SMACK!) Look at the mess you just made!
<and hope they buy this act,>" she whispers, "<for both our sakes>."
As the blows rain down, I try desperately to think about the fix I'm
in... and how to get out of it. Let's see... the passwords and access
codes will only work (OUCH!) if James Parry gives the countersign. And
James is away in Vegas! So that should keep them from getting too much to
use against me. Now (OWWW!) all I have to do is figure out how to keep
Lena from getting caught here, and tipping them off about my real name
(OOOO!).
"P-Please, Miss Lena," I beg, "Stop! Please stop! I'll pay you!
Promote you! ANYTHING!"
"You ain't going to be in a position to promote anybody Sweet
Cheeks!" She sneers,"and as for paying me... you don't look like you have
much on you to pay me with!"
WHACK!
"PLEEESE! I'll do ANYTHING! ! !"
"ANYTHING? That sure sounds tempting! Tell you what: I'll think
about it as you crawl over to the bed!"
Lena frees me from the chair, but leaves my wrists humiliatingly
bound to my crotch as she urges me across the bedroom floor with flicks
from that awful riding crop!
"Scoot!" She chuckles, "and keep that cute little pink ass high!
Mmmmm, this is fun!"
WHACK! SLAP!
I shuffle as best I can towards the bed, terribly aware of what a
vulnerable, tempting target my ass makes as I hold it high at Lena's
command.
SMACK!
Ouch! I think. Acting is one thing, but why is she being so cruel to
me? Sure, maybe I teased Lena a little, but nothing you could really call
harassment. Did I? Oh dear, no time to think about that now... OWWW!
Just gotta try to keep her happy... keep her from telling the others who
I really am!
So, once I reach the bed, I obey Lena's laughing instructions to
bind my own ankles to a mop handle and bend humbly forward, pressing my
face into the satin bed-cover... to make a seat for Lena!
"I'm getting naked now, Sugar," she whispers, soft and teasing.
"Taking off all my clothes, so we can share a night of love in this sexy
bed!"
"Did you hear me take off my high heels? How about this (Swish!)
Can you just picture my silk stockings sliding down my long dark legs?"
"Don't you dare peek! I'm taking off my bra, letting my big lovely
breasts free... my those nipples are hard!"
"Ready now? I'm taking down my little black lace panties! There I'm
completely nude... and so hot for you! Only you can't look, can you? Poor
thing! All those years you've wanted me naked in a bedroom, and now that
it's happened, all you can do is bury your cute little face in the bed
and stick your hind end up for me to laugh at!"
"Too late now! I've put on a darling black silk lounging robe. It
doesn't cover much though! Tell you what: if you ask me very nicely for
a spanking, maybe I'll let you look at me. Wouldn't that be nice? Ask
real sweet now..."
"M-Mistress Lena," I sob into the silk coverlet, burning with
humiliation and horny frustration, "Please...please spank me again!"
"With pleasure, Lover!"
She slides onto the bed and perches her naked rear on my head.
Somehow, after all that teasing, even this humiliating contact was
intensely erotic. I stiffen with need. Then...
WHAPP!SMACK! SLAPP! CRACK-CRACK-CRACK!!!
It seems like an eternity later when I finally join Lena on the bed.
But I don't enjoy it.
I'm bound painfully above the sheets, hanging from a stout hook in
the ceiling, inches above Lena's warm dusky body as she smiles up at me,
playing with herself and making me lick her fingers...then her
toes...then rolling over, so I can worship her black bottom with my
tongue and lips. Then she turns again and props herself up on the
headboard, offering the pungent center of her womanhood to my lips... an
offer I dare not refuse!
For what seems like hours, I kiss, lick, and nuzzle, until at last
Lena sighs with pleasure and slides down once more, with her breasts
cuddling my face and her damp pubic hair just tickling my aroused,
frustrated cock.
And that's how we spend the night!
It was late the next morning before I'm finally freed and ordered to
kneel before her as she sits regally on the edge of the bed.
"All right," she says, "I'm gonna try to make it out of this house
of kink. And you better hope I make it, `cause if anything goes wrong,
I'll just spill it all to your girlfriends -- understand, White Boy?"
"Y-Yes, Mistress."
"Say! What's that between your legs? Why, it's hard! This stuff
must really excite you."
"N-No Mistress! It's just..." How can I explain that after the
bizarre teasing I've been through, that the nearness of this powerfully
feminine woman, even under these awful circumstances, is terribly
exciting?
"Well, I just think I'll make sure you don't go playing with
yourself. Get in that doorway over there... now spread `em!"
And that's how Sonia and Evelyn find me, bound spread-eagle in the
doorway, when they call Lena for breakfast.
Both girls are freshened up from their exertions and excitingly clad
in outfits that leave me groaning with desire. And I'm still in misery
an hour later, after Lena leaves and they come back for me.
"Please." I beg. "I've told you what you wanted. Please let me
go."
WHACK!
Sonia smacks my poor tender bottom with a bent up coat hanger and
snarls:
"Yeah! Real cute! Only your boss' files are no good without your
personal counter-code. Now, do you want to give us that, or do I give
you more of this?"
WHACK!WHACK!
I hadn't counted on this. I knew all along that they wouldn't get
any of the really important stuff without James Parry's counter-codes
(which I had just changed), but I figured by the time they caught on to
that, I'd be long gone. Only now they want the rest of it, and I wonder
what they'll do to get it.
WHACK!WHACK!WHACK!!!!!
Suddenly, Evelyn is close in front of me. Excitingly close, teasing
and caressing as she whispers:
"Tell you what: just give us the codes and you can have us both.
Mmmmmm, I can tell that excites you. Well? NO! What's the matter?
Don't you want us?"
"I'll bet he prefers guys!" Sonia giggles.
"Is that it?" Evelyn nuzzles my neck. "Would you like us to pretty
you up and bring in a couple of men to party with you?"
"No! No please! Just pleeese let me go!"
"No way, Sweetie!" Sonia says. "You're just too sweet and sexy for
us to ever let loose!"
Tell you what," Evelyn smiles, "how about if I give you some nice
clothes to wear? Then will you tell us?"
"Wh-What kind of C-Clothes?"
"You'll see, Sweetie!"
They release my arms and lace my hands tightly into a single mitten,
bent up behind me and tethered to a tight leather collar around my neck.
Sonia unties my ankles from the door frame and leads me over to the
same chair I was tied in last night. Now, however, I must kneel in front
of it and put my face in the seat while Evelyn busies herself above me,
lacing a strong leather belt crushingly tight around my waist.
"Now let's see about putting you in a nice position," she muses.
A stout leather cord runs down from the front of the belt, through
my crotch, and up between my ass-cheeks, through a metal ring at the
back, then down to the fetters at my ankles.
"See how cute!" Evelyn teases. "It keeps you kneeling sweetly,
showing off your breasts and butt for your future boyfriends."
"Please...not that...I couldn't face..."
"You won't have to face it." Sonia puts blinders over my eyes.
Now, not another word until we give you permission to tell us the
counter-codes."
And she clamps my tongue in a strong leather clip, forcing me to
hold open my mouth and stick out my tongue.
Blind, immobilized, and totally vulnerable, I kneel on the carpeted
floor...hear the clicks of Sonia approaching me from behind in her high
heels...smell her perfume...hear the terrifying "Swissh!" of the
paddle...and then...
SMACK!
It's awful. By now my poor ass is so sensitive that any contact at
all is sheer agony. And Sonia is pounding me with all her strength!
"NNNLLRRGGHHH!"
I want to beg for mercy, but the tongue clamp makes my speech
totally unintelligible.
"What was that?" Sonia asks sweetly. "Did you say <SMACK!> you
want to give us those codes?"
Yes, yes! I thought. I'll tell you anything, everything!
But all that came out was "Gggglleffffhhhgg!"
"Sounds to me like he's asking for more of this treatment." Evelyn
smirks from somewhere across the room.
SMACK!
"Gloobahgh! Gloobagh!"
"Hear that? He said he wants to be all pretty for his boyfriends!"
"How sweet," Evelyn laughs, "let's get started."
The maddening tongue clamp remains in place...but that's all, as the
gleeful tormentresses replace my ankle cuffs with silk stockings, tied
tightly around my ankles and thighs. My leather belt and mitten are
exchanged for a strong red taffeta apron, lashing my wrists behind
me..and my head is bent painfully back by an ingenious ribbon arrangement
that laces in my hair and upper arms, pulling my shoulders back and chest
out as Sonia tugs playfully on the free end.
Evelyn leans back against a mirror, legs spread wide.
"Know why we took off the blinders, pet?" she teases. "So you can
see how sweet you look. Crawl up between my legs now, and get a good
look at yourself, you little Sissy!"
It's horrid! Smooth-skinned, hair-ribboned, and ass-nude except for
that humiliating apron, I crawl to the commands of these cruel
dominas..and worse yet, they make sure that beneath the apron I'm still
embarrassingly erect, teasing me with their lush bodies and the smooth,
rustling taffeta over my privates until I could weep with shame.
"Hmmm," Sonia muses brightly, "if just this apron gets him all
excited, I wonder what a little more feminization will do for him?"
"One way to find out!" Evelyn laughs.
Laughing merrily, they deck me out in crushingly tight pink silk
panties... thigh length dark hose... see-through peach-colored nightie.
Black satin garterbelt... black patent pumps with six inch heels,
painfully small... a strong black waist cinch laced breathtakingly snug
about my middle... Evelyn pulls this as tight as she can, then ties my
elbows to it with ribbons.
Now they start in on me with makeup: Eye shadow and long, dark
lashes... Eyebrows plucked into a high quizzical arch... rouged cheeks...
bright red lipstick in a cute pout... shimmering curls in my hair... and
earrings.
Now they dress themselves in revealing swimsuits, with high- cut
bottoms and low-cut tops that spill out their abundant charms. Sonia is
just fastening her tiny bra for maximum effect, when Evelyn removes my
tongue clamp -- at last! -- and leads me up to her.
"Look at you!" Sonia sneers, "aren't you just sooo sweeet!"
"Well?" Evelyn prompts. "Are you ready to give us what we want?
Or do we call in every guy and gal in your office to see you like this?"
"Yeah!" Sonia adds, "I hear there's going to be a big Stockholder's
Meeting in a few days. Would you like us to parade you around in front
of them this way?"
The Stockholder's Meeting! I think, Maybe there's a chance for ma
after all! If I can just give these fiends what they asked for and find
out who the mysterious `Gwendolyn' is behind all this, then maybe, just
maybe, I can get back to my normal appearance and show everyone at the
meeting the lengths this person (whoever it is) has gone to, to get
control of the company. It's my only hope!
"Pease!" I say, "I-I know I'm in no position to make deals with
you... but if you'll just promise to let me go before that meeting... and
tell me who you're working for... I'll tell you everything you want to
know and I'll pay you twice whatever you're getting now!"
And, to my surprise, they accept!
I spend the next few hours at the vanity table, writing out the last
access codes and account numbers I know. Then they make me sign "my
boss'" name (actually my own!) to various documents.
"Of Course," Sonia explains, "Once these papers are taken to Court,
the handwriting analysis will show their forged -- and that you did them!
But by that time, we'll have taken everything we need from your boss'
Stocks, Bank Accounts, even his apartment!
I try to disguise my own handwriting, but they have me sign so many,
many things that... when I finally finish, I've given up almost
everything I own to these women... but I keep telling myself I can get it
all back if I just get to that meeting. And this looks like my only way
of doing it!
But the release I hoped for so desperately doesn't come! Instead,
Sonia gathers up all the papers and takes them off "to show Gwendolyn"
while Evelyn changes into a form-fitting leather cat-suit and proceeds to
lace a curious pair of satin gloves up my arms, nearly to my shoulders.
"You'll like these," she smiles, "they have eyelets, laces, and
snaps all over, so I can put those soft, weak arms of yours in dozens of
positions -- see?'
She laces them cruelly behind me, so that my elbows nearly touch.
Then she changes my silken corset and stockings for leather ones.
"But-but I thought you were going to let me go!" I protest.
"This is what you get for thinking!" She straps a leather gag
between my teeth!
As she moves about me, changing my bondage, her soft leather costume
keeps brushing over my bare shoulders and chest, her gloved fingers toy
with my nipples and tickle my armpits teasingly...
"Whew!" She says at last. "This cat-suit is hot! I'm really working
up a sweat in here. Hope you appreciate it, because I'm doing it just to
get it ready for you!"
Does she really mean to put me into that? I want to scream, but all
I can do is drool helplessly into the leather strap as Evelyn undresses
before my eyes.
"Time for me to freshen up," she says, "and you can help."
She lays me on the carpet .. none too gently! .. and rearranges my
bonds ("See how handy this is?") until my legs and arms are braced
beneath me, arching my chest upwards. She stands over me for a minute
then, an incredible sight in heels, hose, and garterbelt, proceeds to use
me as her makeup bench!
"Mmmm," she sighs, running a comb through her raven black tresses.
"You sure are comfy with that smooth chest of yours."
She wiggles her bare bottom across it for emphasis until I think
I'll faint with desire, either that or shame!
"But just wait till Sonia and I make it even cushier! Oh, there she
is now. Back already. Nice as this is, I'd better get dressed."
"How'd it go darling?'
Evelyn kisses her girlfriend passionately as they meet. From my
position on the floor, the sight of them -- Evelyn in sensuous lingerie
and Sonia, her hair in a bun, wearing a clinging silk dress, embracing
like that -- is overpowering!
"Perfect!" Sonia smirks down at me when they finally break for air.
"Gwendolyn says we have everything we need, and the signatures James here
put on those forms worked just fine at his boss' bank. There was no
problem at his lawyer's office either. And I see you've started putting
him in the Transformation Outfit!"
They rearrange my bonds yet again, so that I stand helpless before
them. Evelyn takes the gag from my mouth and plants a long, deep kiss
(just like she'd given Sonia) on my lips.
"Not a word from you now," she cautions. "Just stand there and
think about how your boss will know you've betrayed him, James! Only
it'll be too late for either of you to do anything about it!"
"He'll return from vegas to find himself locked out of his computer
files, his bank accounts drained, credit cards cancelled... even his cars
and apartment gone! And he'll know that you were responsible!"
Of course, they don't know they're actually talking to the guy
they've done this to... they still think I'm just James Parry! But, as
they outline all they've done to me, I can't help a shiver of dread!
But, as they talk, they are encasing me in, bit by bit, in Evelyn's
leather cat-suit!
"That's right James, you're the fall guy in this whole takeover bid.
You could go to jail for years for what you've done. Wouldn't that be
fun? A nice sweet femmish thing like you, locked up in prison with all
those bad boys."
"I think the idea excites him." Sonia strokes my chest and giggles
at the straining bulge in the terribly tight leather panties they laced
on me.
"Well, were going to keep you out of jail, James." Evelyn begins
lacing a multi-layered punishment hood over my head. "We'll keep the
authorities from finding you... in fact, when we're through, no one will
even recognize you...."
Her last words are muffled by flaps over my ears.
Sightless, deaf, hampered, and totally helpless, I feel them urge me
this way and that with cruel slaps to my bottom as they cover me in layer
after layer of tight leather...
Gradually, inexorably, I feel myself growing more and more encased
in leather. Cut off from sight and sound, able to feel only muted
physical contact through my strong, supple covering, it seems my sense of
touch grows more and more intense... or maybe it's my imagination!
Whatever the case, I seem to feel silken lingerie brush against my
hidebound form as someone (Sonia?) laces me into what feels like a
leather dress! It keeps my legs straight, arms extended, bent forward
with my chest out and bottom protruding... and I even feel something odd
against my hampered arms -- almost like breasts!
Time slowly loses meaning for me as I feel myself suspended in some
bizarre arrangement -- for how long? I have no way of knowing. All I
know is the touch of female hands on my helpless form as Sonia and Evelyn
remove bits and pieces of my leather cocoon now and again to attend to my
needs.
Creams and lotions rubbed on my skin, some bland, medicinal tasting
goo they feed me with, smarting injections in my chest and ass, and
humiliating enemas.
With my heightened sense of touch, it almost seems I can tell what
they're wearing... is that a low-cut leather dress with tight skirt and
bodice?... a bare breast on my face as Evelyn administers another shot?
One thing I know I can feel: the mocking eyes and cruel smiles of my
sexy captresses as they ply and mould my body to their whims and wishes!
I can't hear, yet my ears ring with taunting remarks and giggles of
amusement at my plight.
And the feeling of being watched -- constantly watched -- like some
animal in a laboratory!
But the day of my release comes at last! I feel myself being
lowered from my suspension, and, bit by bit, the layers of leather
unlaced and peeled from my body until I can stand up and remove the rest
myself.
"Okay," Sonia said. "You're ready to meet Gwendolyn!"
Meet Gwendolyn! But-But I never planned on... Quickly I remove the
blindfold from my eyes.
And gasp -- through my gag! -- at the sight that meets me in the
mirrored walls! It's a female! A woman! With big rounded breasts and
buttocks bubbling out of her leather casing. But, this can't be me!
Sonia is talking to someone, off in a corner, someone whose dark
suit seems vaguely familiar. But they have their backs to me, and I'm
too busy peeling off the layers of leather clothing, hoping against hope
that what I see is just an illusion!
Whew! There, inside the silk panties, I at least find evidence of
my manhood -- much smaller than I remembered, but at least it's there!
But that's scant consolation as my disbelieving eyes take in the
rest of me! Massive breasts, firm and well-shaped... soft round bottom,
all pink and swollen, now covered by the wispiest of silk panties...
long, gorgeous legs... beneath the tight rubber bathing cap, a cute face,
long-lashed eyes wide with wonder at the sight...
I'm still paralyzed with shock at my transformation when Evelyn
steps up behind me and ties my wrists and elbows together.
"There now," she smiles, running her eyes over my displayed figure,
"you're all set to meet Gewndolyn."
Suddenly the dark-clad man in the corner turns to me, smiling. And
my tummy flutters in amazement -- it's James Parry!
"Surprised to see me, Sweet?" He walks over, staring lewdly at me
until I blush several shades of red, totally humiliated at being seen --
like this! -- by a mere subordinate... and a swishing fairy to boot!
"You though I was in Vegas, eh?" He steers me over to a vanity
table and seats me down on an odd stool, securing my ankles to it before
loosening my gag. "Actually, I've been here the whole time... stage
managing all this."
"James!" Lips free at last, I sputter in indignation. "So you're
GWENDOLYN!"
"Wrong, Darling," he removes my bathing cap and sets little hooks in
my short blonde hair as he explains. "I'm Kibo, YOU'RE Gwendolyn! A
cute, little, oh-so-feminine serving girl! You'll look so sweet when we
get you decked out in the blonde wig and the short black silk Maid's
Outfit; I even have a little cap and apron for you!"
"B-But why?" I shiver helplessly as his soft hands bust themselves
all over me. "I always tried to be nice to you! Why do you hate me so?"
"Actually, I kind of like you," he says, matter-of-factly. "Even
though I knew right from the start that I could do a much better job
running the Company than you could. So I arranged this little Take-Over
as a sort of Retirement Plan for you; You'll lose your job, of course,
just as you've lost everything else you own, soon as the Stockholder's
Meeting gets underway. But you'll have whole new career lined up -- as
My Serving Girl!"
It just gets worse every minute!
James pins a soft blonde wig in my hair... puts me in a black net
foundation that emphasizes my breast and butt shamelessly... then
proceeds to lace me into a crushingly tight corset!
Evelyn, dressed bizarrely in a low-cut black silk blouse and tan
leather jodhpurs, holds me still as James continues my transformation.
"Don't you look darling?" she teases. "I've heard of top
executives having a golden parachute, but Honey, yours is going to be
black satin!"
"B-But you promised," I fight back tears of humiliation. "You said
you'd see to it that I made it to the Stockholder's Meeting!"
"And so you shall," she smiles wickedly.
And so I do.
Dressed as a docile little Maid, in a tight skirt of black satin,
with matching blouse, and a cute little apron and cap!
Perched on painfully uncomfortable high heels, I must stand
dutifully by and watch James sell himself into my old position... with
the help of just about everyone I ever trusted! I just watch, praying
that I won't be recognized as he picks up all the marbles. I'm afraid to
even speak!
Then, afterwards, I have to circulate among the big-wigs, serving
drinks while Evelyn keeps a close eye discreetly on me, just hoping for
any signs of rebellion.
But I work quietly and dutifully, like a good little Maid, serving
and smiling, and enduring lewd little pats and sly pinches as I make my
way among the successful men and women who fill the room.
At last it's over, and James, Sonia, and Evelyn gather around me.
"Well, Little One," James leers, "what now? Are you ready to become
my obedient Maid? Do you want to go back to Sonia and Evelyn? Or shall
we find something else for you?"
"P-Please," I stammer, "I don't want to go back with them! And I
just couldn't be your Maid! Isn't there something else? Some other way?"
"Well," James rubs his chin thoughtfully, "there might... say," He
turns to Sonia and Evelyn. "Do you girls still have that, uh, thing on
for tomorrow?"
"Sure do," Sonia beams, "remember you-know-who? She'll be there."
"Perfect!" James exclaims, turns back to me. "How's this; in
exchange for a certain small consideration, I'll fix it so that you don't
have to serve me or Sonia or Evelyn here!"
"Uh," heart pounding underneath my satin blouse, I squirm
uncertainly, "uh-what's the consideration?"
"I merely want you to sign over all of your remaining assets to us,
to dispose of in any manner we wish."
I consider this quickly; let's see, they've already taken my job and
everything I own! What more could they want from me? Well, whatever it
is...
"That can't be much," I say at last, "all right, I'll sign whatever
you wish."
The next day...
"Step right up!" Evelyn, wearing a kinky leather ensemble, calls
out to the bizarrely-dressed crowd, "Lot Number Three: Gwendolyn!"
She gooses me, and I jump and blush furiously, feeling the eyes of
this outre crowd devour my scantily-clad form. All I have on is hose,
heels, a waist cinching garterbelt, and a cute little hair ribbon! My
breasts, butt, and everything else is uncovered, and I try desperately to
shield my tiny male genitals -- embarrassingly erect -- from the laughing
crowd. Fortunately, my hands are bound in front of me in a single
mitten, so I have at least this shred of modesty!
So this is what harold meant when he spoke of "disposing of my
remaining assets!" I'd already lost my role in life, my house, clothes
and cars, my stocks and savings accounts.. even my former masculine
shape! So the only thing left was...
"This curvy feminine body," Evelyn extols my assets to the crowd.
"Used to belong to a wealthy and powerful Male! Look at her now!
Helpless, feminine, and butt-naked! Imagine the fun you'll have, bending
and molding him even further to your will!"
"But there's more!" Sonia, dressed in a skimpy bikini, pipes up from
the crowd and grins wickedly at me.
"Oh yes!" Evelyn adds. "This slave on my left: LENA! She's a
former employee of Gwendolyn here, betrayed by him, back when he used to
look more manly, and now trapped into slavery... thanks to him! Think
what fun you could have if you buy them both, watching her make her
ex-male, ex-boss pay for this fix she's in!"
Standing stoically next to me, Lena shoots me a dead-pan look that
send shivers all over my bare body!
"Sounds interesting," James calls out, "but I only want the blonde!"
"I want them both!" another man now. "It would be a kick to watch
this former man turned into the female slave of a female slave!"
"Now, now," Evelyn replies. "They're sold individually, not as a
set! What am I offered for Gwendolyn here?"
"Five Thousand!" the man calls out.
I wait for James to bid, but he says nothing!
"Please," I beg him. "Don't let that man buy me and put me with
Lena. She'll kill me!"
"What's that, Sweetie?" he teases, "I can't hear you!"
So I have to squat down there on the stage, barely able to balance
in the heels, feeling my tits and ass jiggle and sway wildly as I plead.
"Hmmm," he grins even wider, "you certainly do beg prettily! But I
thought you said you `just couldn't' serve me!"
"Oh, but I can! I will!" I realize that I'm begging for my very
life here.
"I'll serve you oh-so-sweetly Master, and let you show me off to
your friends and u-use my breasts and b-bottom and lips and just be
devoted to you! Please let me work for you! Please, Sir!"
"You know," he says, "that sounds kind of familiar! And you were
going to let me work for you -- weren't you? Tell you what: get up and
dance for everyone, so I can get a good look at how silly and feminine
you are now. Dance real pretty, and I'll see about bidding for you."
Terrified, desperate, I stand up and start dancing about, kicking up
my long, shapely legs, shaking my wide feminine hips wildly, puckering up
my pouty, red lips into a ribald kiss, and trying to forget how much of
myself I'm showing off to everyone... trying to ignore the howls and
laughter every time they get a glimpse of my tiny man-parts... trying as
hard as I can to make this little faggot want to *OWN* me!
The bidding increases and I dance even harder, the noise of the
laughing crowd ringing in my ears as my long blonde hair swishes about my
bare shoulders...
"SOLD!"
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