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Trapped and Trained Ch. 11
It took me hours to fall asleep that night. It was hard to narrow it down to just one reason why...

Maybe it was the tingling feeling of my fishnet stockings sliding around on my pink silk sheets each time I moved. Or perhaps it was trying to get used to the feeling of these D-cup breasts flailing around as I tossed and turned, the glue holding them on pulling at my actual skin and causing the metal teeth around my nipples to grind. It was impossible to get comfortable with these things.

If it wasn't my attire or my breasts, then maybe it was the fact that, every time I even closed my eyes, I had vivid images of the night's events flooded into my mind. Images of being tied on the glass table, looking at the monitors and seeing a cock in my pussy (my ass, dammit) and another one thrusting into my painted mouth. More images of what I had just been made to do in "my" new fetish room on a webcam show for my fans. They were devious, and I had no choice but to obey their requests. From the woman who made me bend myself over in front of the camera and paddle my ass until it was as pink as the teddy I was wearing to the prick who made me climb up on the bed and fuck my spend and sore pussy with an 8 inch vibrator, making me moan as if I enjoyed humiliating myself in this way. The show went on for 3 hours... 3 hours of torturous activities thought up in perverted minds, all paying to watch me perform for them. What was wrong with these people?

Finally I drifted off to sleep, my dreams invaded by more images of cocks and strapons. The past month was obviously taking its toll on me both physically and mentally. After what must have been 10 or 11 hours of rest, I was startled back to consciousness by the slamming of a door inside my apartment. The front door! It was open! Now was my chance to get out of here!

I swung my legs off of the bed and placed my feet on the ground, forgetting momentarily that I had been made to keep on my pink high heels as I went to bed. I decided there was no time to slip them off, any time I lost might be the cause for me being stuck in this life for another day, so I ran as well as I could out of my bedroom and around the corner of the hallway. The front door was in sight as I stumbled my way past my fetish room, past the room containing the new tanning bed and through the living room, slamming into the door and relentlessly twisting the knob... only to find that it was still locked. Whoever had slammed the door had slammed it on their way out of the apartment, not in. I slumped against the door and slid to the ground, quietly sobbing, knowing that I had missed my chance to free myself, knowing that I was stuck in this horrid apartment for another day. I shivered as I thought about what my immediate future would hold.

It slowly dawned on me that someone had been inside of my apartment while I was sleeping. What had they been doing? Did they come in and watch me sleeping? I was in such a deep sleep... had they touched me? Surely I would have awoken, I convinced myself. I stood and scanned my living room when I looked to the coffee table and saw a brown box with a note atop of it. I timidly walked over and opened the box as I sat down on my couch.

Inside the box, the first thing I came upon were dozens and dozens of pictures from the previous night. Pictures of me "dancing" with the men out on the floor when Brittany separated from me, of me sucking the man off in my stall as the others ate, of me bent over the bed and pleading with a man to come and fuck me, and plenty of my main event... cocks of all different shapes and sizes at different stages of penetrating my holes, some in the midst of shooting their semen either inside of me or on my face or back. I collected all of the pictures and threw them under the couch, not wanting them anywhere in my field of vision.

Underneath the pictures were about twenty DVD's... upon closer inspection they were porn of all different kinds. Some starred shemales, others were girl on girl, guy on guy, gangbangs, etc. Some were fetish related, others almost seemed instructional while the rest just seemed centered around fucking. I also shoved these under the couch. Out of sight, out of mind, right? Silly to say as I could see the tops of my white fishnets under the box and, each time I bent down to put something under the couch, all I could see were my hot pink high heels. Why was I still wearing those? I quickly kicked them off and threw them at the wall.

At the bottom of the box two small pink envelopes were taped. I removed the envelope labeled "Open First" and opened it to find a piece of paper with instructions on it. The instructions read:

"1. Go take a shower. Be sure to apply the depilatory cream and then allow ten minutes to pass prior to washing it off. Shave any areas that show even the slightest trace of hair. 2. Find the brunette wig as shown in the attached picture and secure it in place. 3. Find the pink dress with matching thong and black boots also pictured and put them on. 4. Apply your makeup to match the pictured face. 5. Put on the pictured jewelry items. 6. Open the 2nd envelope."

I looked at the attached pictures... it was impossible to be surprised any longer. The wig was a straight brunette wig that looked like it would go just down past my shoulders. The dress... goodness, the dress... It was a light pink and, on a woman in a club, would be extremely sexy. It had a halter top neck and the front was cut so low that you'd most likely be able to see my belly button. There was a small, thin string tying the two halves of the cutout together right between where my breasts would be. It all came down into a tight, ruched skirt at the bottom that seemed very form fitting and would barely even make it to the bottom of my ass cheeks. That was the purpose, I suppose. A tiny pink satin thong completed the outfit, of course. The boots were black and made of a lycra material that would hug my leg tightly and stretch all the way up to my thighs with a steep 6" stiletto heel to top it all off. The makeup was going to be put on thick based on the picture, a deep foundation, heavy pink lipstick with gloss, dark eyeshadow, heavy blush to bring out my cheekbones. The earrings I was to wear were small black hoops that joined together to dangle down nearly to my shoulder. There were similar circles in silver that would be placed in my belly button piercing. A small pink ball was pictured, obviously for my tongue piercing.

It took me some time to get everything just right. The boots were a struggle to get up my leg and get into place - they felt so tight that I wondered how I would ever get any circulation through to my feet. The top of the dress felt like it was just hanging off of me, with half of each breast on display underneath the tiny piece of material attempting to cover it. Sadly the breast forms I was wearing were so convincing that, unless someone carefully examined them from an inch or two away, no one would know that they were fake... they just looked like implants. I was correct in my assumption that the dress was so low cut that my belly button would show as the silver circles dangled just above the bottom of the cut out. The string holding the material together at my chest was straining against its stitches, obviously not made for such a large bosom. I was again right that the tight skirt bottom of the dress barely covered my ass - every time I moved I could see a small flash of the satin thong I was wearing underneath. The brunette wig completed the look with the hair flowing naturally down just past my shoulders - as I moved I felt it tickle the area just between my shoulder blades, letting me know that it was there. The makeup was caked on thick and, once I was finished, I looked fit to star in a porn film, basically. My lips thick and luscious from the pink lipstick and gloss, my eyes deep from the heavy mascara and eye shadow. Everything about me screamed that I was just made to make sexual dreams of others come true. And I hated it.

With my outfit complete I walked back out into the living room and opened the second envelope. I sat down on the couch and noticed that my thong was on full display, so I crossed my legs... I was self conscious of the cameras everywhere and didn't want to give anyone more of a peep show than I was forced to. There was another letter inside that read:

"Candi - I'm sure you're dressed to impress. Now it's time to show you off and start your training for your new life.

You will leave the apartment and drive to the nearest subway station. You will board the subway and take it to the 5th street exit downtown. There is a ticket waiting for you at the station under your name. Once you are off the train you will walk the three blocks to the address noted below.

Your sensors will be turned off as you exit the apartment, so enjoy your moments of freedom. However, if you take longer than the two hour allotment to reach your destination, the ring on your pathetic little clit will activate and will have a force so strong that you will be debilitated wherever you are... leaving you quite vulnerable, I'd imagine. You have five minutes from the time you opened this letter to leave the apartment and your two hours starts the moment you exit your apartment - have a fun trip!"

I was supposed to go outside dressed like this? In THIS?! No. I wasn't leaving. I would stay here and play his little game from inside my apartment, but he couldn't send me out into public dressed as his little bimbo. I sat defiantly on the couch and waited. After what must have been five minutes I felt the electricity in my clit ring kick on to a low buzz. That wasn't too bad, I could stand that for as long as I needed to. After another minute it intensified. This continued over the next few minutes until it was becoming unbearable before it finally just turned off altogether. Finally the intercom clicked on.

"Candi - you have two options. You can leave and do as you're told, or, if you choose, I will lock the front door and put up your name and address on your new web site as well as dozens of others. People will come to your apartment from all around wanting to cash in on the advertisement they saw where they would get to do whatever they wanted to you. I'd imagine the line would run all the way down the street. Your landlord would certainly not approve and would most likely take legal action against you. No one would listen to your far fetched story of being forced into all of this - look around - all of these items are purchased in your name and are in your apartment. All you have is circumstantial evidence against me and you don't even know who I am! Now, the clock is ticking - you have thirty seconds to get out of this apartment before your that option is off of the table."

He had me. I knew he had me. He knew he had me. Going out in public dressed like this was awful, but I was actually quite passable and nobody would really know the difference. The other option was unthinkable. I stood and pulled my dress down as far as it would go, which still barely concealed the bottom of my ass, and strode towards the door. I turned the handle and, as opposed to earlier when I wanted to leave, the door popped open. I walked quickly out to my car and found the keys inside and the car running. He was close by, he had to be. I hopped in and drove off to the subway station a few miles away.

I sat in the parking lot of the subway station for what felt like days, but was really only about five minutes. I was now down to about an hour and forty five minutes to get to my destination. The subway trip would likely take up anywhere from 30 to 45 minutes of that, depending on the wait and how busy it was. And, from the look of the station, it was going to be busy. Of course.

I stepped out of my car and walked to the ticket station. The teller at the window was a middle aged man and I watched as his eyes widened as I walked to the window. I told him my name and that I thought a ticket would be waiting for me, but he said he had no tickets for that name. I cursed under my breath and asked for him to look for a ticket under the name "Candi", which resulted in him finding the ticket I needed. He smiled as he handed it to me and I felt his eyes firmly planted on my ass as I walked down the stairs to wait for my train.

Luckily, the train came after only a few minutes of waiting. It felt like everyone waiting was staring at me, watching my every move, resulting in me just standing like a statue and staring straight ahead. Finally the train pulled in and the doors opened - again, the departing passengers eyed me up and down as they exited the train, a few of them whistling and calling out lewd comments in my direction. It took all I had in me to ignore them and board the train.

There were no seats available so I was forced to stand, holding on to one of the handles next to a bench in front of a few men. In my peripheral vision I saw them nudging one another, obviously referring to me. One of them took out his cell phone and used the camera to take a few pictures of me. He attempted to angle it to take a picture up the bottom of my dress but I was able to move out of the way and throw a disgusted scowl in his direction, causing his friends to bust out in laughter. The train came to its first of many stops on the way to 5th street and a mass of people entered the train, causing everyone standing to be front to back up against one another.

That's when the trouble started. I was basically stuck standing in my position and there was a man pushed right up against me - he was so close that I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. The train started moving again and, as it slowed for the next stop, I felt him push forward as if he was losing his balance. He reached out and placed his hands on my hips to steady himself, but then he didn't move them. My hands were trapped up above me holding on to the handle - people were too packed in for me to move my hands down or turn around to stop him. He gently pulled me back into him as I heard him moan, my skirt covered ass now pressed up against his crotch as he moved his hands down to grope my ass and then my squeeze my thighs. He lifted up my skirt and I felt him playing with the string of my thong, pulling it out from between my ass cheeks and then letting it slap back into place, causing me to jump. I tried telling him to leave me alone, but the train was loud as it screamed through the tunnels along with the commotion of others. His fingers wandered to my fake pussy and underneath my thong, I felt him enter between the fake lips and slide a finger inside. He didn't notice a difference between a real pussy as I felt his fingers glide along my imprisoned cock underneath. Finally we came to another stop and enough people exited to where I had a bit more freedom - I quickly pushed forward and turned, but he must have gotten off with the crowd as there was an area of emptiness where I had expected him to be.

I experienced a few more groping sessions over the next few stops. One man took advantage of the close quarters and squeezed my breasts, a few others again caressed or squeezed my ass. I felt one man's erect cock up against my bare ass when he lifted up my dress, but I was able to squeeze through an opening of people and get away from him. Finally, after an eternity, the 5th street exit came up and I was able to make my way off of the train. I saw a clock on the wall and saw that I still had an hour left to go before I had to be at the address. With just a few blocks to walk, I should make it in plenty of time as I made my way up the stairs and out of the subway station.

As I walked along the sidewalk, I saw my reflection in the windows of many of the shops. At first glance all I saw was a scorching hot brunette walking in an extremely revealing outfit. If I saw her on the street I would surely have to slow down and take in the sight. A few cars honked their horns and one car even flagged me down to ask me how much, but I kept staring straight ahead, my goal to just make it to my destination before being humiliated any further. I finally got on the street of my destination and saw that I had roughly 40 minutes left. I walked up to the address and, to my horror, saw that it was an adult sex shop named Victoria's Treasure Chest. There were mannequins in the window dressed in risque lingerie with an 'Open' light flashing in pink neon lighting. I opened the door to the shop and was immediately hit by the pungent scent of a mixture of cheap perfume and sweat as the store was blasting heat from all vents. Given that it was early in the day there were hardly any customers, but the few that were there turned their heads as they heard the door jingle and then kept their gazes trained on me as I moved through the store to the cashier's desk in the back.

As I walked through the store I saw that it was sectioned out into departments. As I walked in I was in the apparel section, surrounded by lingerie and skimpy outfits. To my left was the video section, where a few customers were browsing - or at least they had been. Coincidentally they wandered into the apparel section as I walked in the door, like sharks in the water it felt. To my right was the toy section where I saw a wide array of dildos, fake pussies, bondage gear - anything you could imagine. I walked to the front of the store and made it to the cashier's desk. I could see a hallway leading to what I assumed was the storage room in the back behind the cashier's desk along with some security monitors that must have been providing a feed to the cameras throughout the store. Two women were behind the desk - one was older but appeared to keep herself in immaculate shape. She had bright red hair and a slim, tight body encased in a long form fitting black dress with a slit up each side to the top of her thigh. Underneath I could see a black garter belt hooking to black stockings. The other woman was younger, maybe a year or two older than myself, and was a bit larger but carried it very well. She had blond hair and some massive breasts that were straining to be held in by her tube top white dress. She was young in the face but was wearing a bit of an emo-style of makeup, very dark with piercings in her lip, nose and eyebrow. She gave an evil looking smile as I approached and reached her hand out to shake mine.

"You must be Candi, yea?"

I wondered how she knew who I was, but reached out to shake her hand and said that I was, in fact, this Candi girl. I saw on her nametag that her name was Alice and tried my best to throw a smile back at her, but here eyes were no longer at my face, she was instead examining my entire body as she came out from behind the desk. She began to walk a small circle around me.

"Wow - he really did a great job with you, didn't he hun?"

I felt her reach around and grip my breasts roughly, pressing her massive set up against my back and giggle as she felt me squirm and squeal to break free. She easily outweighed me and was most likely stronger than me, especially with my lack of leverage in these heels. She moved her hands down to my ass and lifted up my skirt, then repeatedly smacked me on the ass and watched as my cheeks jiggled. I placed my hands out on the desk to steady myself, looking at the older woman who had not even glanced up to see me yet as she studied away at a binder of papers. Alice finally stopped spanking me and walked back behind the desk.

"Miss Vicki, I think she'll do just fine. He really did a number with this one, I'm guessing he grew tired of you rejecting his prospects and finally put in the time and effort you require. Nicely blended breasts, tight ass with a nice bounce to it, and her pussy is extremely convincing. Her figure could use some work and there's certainly plenty of room for improvement, but it's a nice start, in my opinion."
Trapped and Trained Ch. 11
bySissyIndy©
I found myself blushing as Alice spoke of me as if I were some item for sale, and actually found myself a bit hurt when I heard her say that my figure could use some work. I thought I was in wonderful shape. I looked at myself in a mirror to my left and found myself picking at my body, looking at a small bit of fat on my stomach and thighs, but I was certainly in great condition from my athletic background. Finally I snapped myself out of this thinking - what was I doing? Was I actually offended that this woman didn't completely approve of my body dressed in this female attire? What was wrong with me?

After apparently getting the approval from Alice, this Miss Vicki woman slammed her binder shut and placed it in one of the drawers of the desk. She leaned on the desk, giving me a wonderful view of her cleavage down the front of her gown, as she looked me up and down. She twirled her fingers, signaling for me to turn around and made me do that a few times. She gave a hesitant nod and then turned to Alice.

"Well, it's better than what he's done in the past, I'll say that much. We still need to see what we're working with though. Set her up in room one with the usual first analysis configuration."

Alice came around the desk again and grabbed me firmly by the hand, leading me behind the desk and down one of the hallways. She led me to a room with a large "1" printed on the front and we walked inside. Before turning on the lights, Alice stripped my dress off of me, leaving the boots and the thong on. When she then turned on the lights I saw that it was a fairly empty room with some large items covered with sheets along the walls and then some kind of a frame in the middle. It was on top of a black pentagon shaped bottom, there were two sturdy metal poles leading up to a crossbar connecting them. At each corner there were two separate chains hanging down leading to cuffs at the bottom of each. On both sides of the frame I saw a crank with a spool, apparently for retracting some of the slack in the chains. There was a bench in the middle of the pentagon which Alice led me to and had me lie down on. Once I was laying down she took the cuffs at the end of each of the four chains and secured them to my wrists and ankles, putting small padlocks on each lock to ensure that I wouldn't be able to remove them. She then alternated between each of the cranks, slowly lifting my arms and legs up until the small of my back was just barely resting on the bench. I then felt Alice begin to wheel it out from under me, leaving me hanging in the frame, completely helpless.

Alice walked to a desk on the side of the room and pulled out a clipboard with a piece of paper attached to it. She walked over to me and made sure the chains were nice and tight, then began to speak to me, but not ever pausing to ensure I understood or leaving any time for me to ask questions.

"Now, Candi - you have passed the sight inspection by Miss Vicki, which you should take as the highest of compliments. She is very selective with those who she selects to train and mold into her vision of perfection. This is the initial analysis phase, where you will be graded on a scale of 1 to 10 on a variety of different categories through the tests that I will be performing on you. It is imperative that you try your absolute best in all phases of this analysis, since your performance will have a direct impact in the intensity of your training from this day forth. The time of all of the tests will typically span roughly four hours, so you are in for quite a long session. Over the next four hours you will experience pain, humiliation, exhaustion, and, perhaps, pleasure - but that depends on what gets you off, sweetie! Let's get started! Your first series of tests are to establish a pain threshold for you. As I perform each test, you will endure as much as you can, and then when you can no longer continue, you will say the words 'Please, Miss Alice, no more.' Upon saying those words, that particular pain test will end and you will be graded before we move on to the next test. Ready? Ok."

She didn't wait for any kind of approval from me when she asked if I was ready - given how she had me set up, it didn't really matter if I was ready or not, she could do as she pleased to me and knew it. I craned my neck to the left and watched her as she went to a closet in the room. She came back out with a large pink paddle and immediately I began to struggle against the chains, trying to break them loose. She smacked it in her hands a few times and then gently rubbed it against my exposed butt cheeks.

"Just a little spanking, Candi. Nothing to worry about. Remember to say please when you've had enough and then it will be all over - but remember that there will be consequences later, with their severity dependent upon how long you make it."

She stopped rubbing the paddle against my ass and moved it away. I squirmed with anticipation, desperately looking around the room, trying to find something, anything to distract her and prolong this. But there was nothing and I felt the first strike land flush against my cheeks, causing me to pull my arms up against the chains, trying foolishly to get away. Alice just laughed and struck again and again. As each strike came I bit my lip and groaned in pain - after twelve strokes it felt like my cheeks were lit on fire and I couldn't take any more. I screamed the words for her to stop, stopping her in mid swing. To my temporary delight I saw her take the paddle back to the closet. She picked up her clipboard, shaking her head with what seemed like disappointment and wrote down a few notes. She walked back over to me.

"That's a new low, sweetie. Your cheeks are barely even as pink as your pretty little thong and you already stopped me. Miss Vicki will not be pleased, but it's your decision. Now on to the next test."

She again disappeared into the closet to my left, this time coming out with nipple clamps and a small cloth bag. She quickly snapped each of the clips onto the nipples of my fake breasts, causing the metal teeth connecting them with my actual nipples to pinch down just as hard. There were chains hanging down from each of the nipple clamps, which I understood the purpose of as soon as Alice started laying out the different weights on my stomach in front of me to see. There must have been ten different sizes of weights in pairs. She took the smallest weights and clipped them on to the chain of each clamp, causing me to yelp in pain and grind my teeth together. She stepped back and allowed the weights to rest for a few minutes before coming forward and attaching the second set of weights to each chain, causing tears to start to form in my eyes and my nipples to scream at me to tell her to stop. Another few minutes passed before she applied the third set of weights, pushing me into a realm of pain that was just too much for me to handle so I quickly pleaded with her to stop, saying the magic phrase. Quickly she released the clamps and allowed them to fall to the floor. She again went to her clipboard with the same look of disapproval on her face.

"You just don't do well with pain, do you hun? That's certainly going to be a point of emphasis in your training - Miss Vicki requires a very high pain threshold. Before I moved up to be her assistant I had to take all ten of those weights for one hour. Okay - one more pain test and then we're on to the next category."

I couldn't even imagine the pain involved in having all ten of those weights hooked onto my nipples - it was unbearable. One more time she went to the closet and again came out with a cloth bag. She emptied the contents out on the desk to my left and I saw that it was dozens of clothespins. Again I began to plead with her to just let me go, but it was on deaf ears. She picked up a handful and walked over to me. I guess since I had a fake pussy and fake breasts her options were limited, but it seemed like she had dealt with that before. She pinched up a small piece of skin on my upper thigh, just above where my boots ended and attached the clothespin, causing me to squeal and shake my leg, trying to get it to release its hold on me, but it stubbornly kept its teeth sunken into my flesh. Without a delay, Alice had hooked on five more clothespins, leaving me with three apiece on each of my thighs. She then moved onto my stomach with the same routine and the pain was searing through my body. When she attached the f******nth clothespin I again folded, asking her for no more and then exhaling in relief as each of the pins were removed. Again to the clipboard, again with the disappointment.

"Well, I'd say that was a colossal fail in that category. You have a huge amount of improvement to do there before you pass Miss Vicki's standards. But anyways, on to your next category. This will test you in different areas concerning your ability to please men and women - from how big of a cock you can take in that cute little pussy of yours to how long of one you can take in your mouth, and also how good you are at eating pussy. So here we go."

She walked over to one of the items that had been covered by a sheet and slid it off, revealing a machine with a drill atop of it, currently hooked into a medium sized dildo, perhaps 6" in length and a normal girth. She wheeled the machine over towards me and then I felt a coolness in the opening of my pussy, then her fingers sliding in and out of me as she lubed up my hole. She was so business like in the process that I knew she had done it plenty of times before. She then lined up the dildo with my pussy and flipped a switch on the machine, bringing it to life as I felt the pressure of the head of the dildo pushing inside of me. She allowed it to slide in and out of me for a few minutes before shutting the machine down and wheeling it back a few steps. She then took a larger dildo, about 8" in length and much thicker and placed it on the end of the drill. She again moved the machine into place and turned it on. The thickness of this dildo felt like it was going to split me in half, the edges of my pussy straining to accommodate it as it thrust in and out. Once more she clicked off the machine and took out another 8" dildo, but this was thicker yet again. She slid that dildo onto the drill and moved the machine back into place, but before she could turn it on I folded and pleaded with her to stop. A smile crept across her face, dripping with evil as she turned the machine on and then went to her clipboard. The head of the dildo felt wider than anything I'd taken before as it unrelentingly pushed against me, swaying me backwards against the chains until finally it broke through. I screamed in pain as it slid all the way inside of me as Alice came back and shut the machine off, leaving me impaled on it. She looked angry.

"Candi, you really need to focus. You see, I knew you could take that cock and now look at you. There were plenty more to go through but you just aren't even trying. Since you stopped me before you took that one I can't give you credit for it, I was just proving a point for you. To help that point sink in, I'll keep that in place as we go through the other tests."

I was dripping in sweat as I watched her return to the closet in the room, returning with a handful of black dildos of varying lengths. They were all normal girth, but they looked like they ranged from 4" all the way up to what must have been over a foot. She took a tube of pink lipstick and painted it on my lips, telling me that it would be used as a marker for how far down I made it on each cock. She then took the smallest dildo and placed it at my lips, applying a bit of pressure as I took it all the way in. Alice then had me clamp down my lips, leaving a thick pink O at the base of the cock before she removed it. She repainted the lipstick on my lips and repeated this process through the 8" cock. She picked up the 9" cock and I knew there was no way I was going to be able to take it all the way, so I stopped the torture before it could start and asked her to stop. The 8" cock had nearly caused me to vomit from my gag reflex, but I had made the pink O at the bottom, being completely out of breath as it was removed. Again I saw the evil smirk across Alice's face as she still continued to apply the lipstick to my lips. I said the magic phrase again, but before I could finish it the next dildo had been stuffed in my mouth, continuous force from Alice forcing it further and further down my throat. As it started to trigger my gag reflex I started to panic against my restraints until I finally resigned and tried to relax my throat, watching in a combination of shock and sadness as it continued to slide down my throat until I pressed my pink lips against the base. Alice held it there for a moment before sliding it back out.

"I see you're the kind of slut that just needs a little force. That'll be fun - we haven't had a resistant one in a while. Miss Vicki loves those the best and they typically wind up making the best whores in the end. Anyways, again you don't get credit for that last one. You're really ranking low in each stat so far - maybe you'll make up for it with your pussy eating. I mean, you have to be good at something, right?"

I watched as Alice hiked up the bottom of her white dress, showing that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. She released a bit of the tension in the chains, lowering me down to just below her waist, eye level with her shaven pussy. It was glistening as she had obviously become turned on during this analysis procedure. She came over to me and swung one of her curvaceous legs over my head, now straddling me as she was on her tip toes. She slowly lowered her feet down to be completely flat, causing her pussy to completely sink down onto my mouth. She gripped the chains and started to slowly sway me back and forth, causing my nose and mouth to slide along her pussy and occasionally touch her asshole. This was also causing the massive dildo still deep inside of me to start fucking me as I swung front to back, eliciting groans from me as I was reminded of its thickness testing the boundaries of my hole. Breathing was difficult like this, but I noticed that I could periodically grab a breath as she slid me away from her. Finally she stopped and kept me centered on her pussy, taking my nipples in her hands and twisting them. I went to work on her pussy, licking like never before, sucking in her clit and thick lips, shoving my tongue as deep into her pussy as it would go. She seemed to be getting turned on as she twisted my nipples harder. I licked faster and deeper inside of her pussy as she started to lower her weight onto my face, grinding her pussy against me now. Finally she shuttered and I felt the rush of her cum release from her pussy. She apparently was a squirter as the juices streamed against my face, some going up my nose causing me to cough and spasm underneath her. She climbed off of me, pulled her dress back down and walked over to her clipboard again as if nothing had just happened.

"Plenty of room for improvement, but overall, not the worst I've ever had. Okay sweetie, that does it for your initial testing for today, let's get you down from there."

She walked over to the machine with the dildo in my ass and turned it to life for a moment, causing it to fuck me. She giggled as it went to work on me, but I was too exhausted at this point to protest - I was at her mercy. After a few minutes she turned it off and wheeled it back to the wall. She then wheeled the bench back underneath me and released the cranks to let me down on top of it before unlocking the cuffs holding me in place. I collapsed back on the bench, but Alice was wasting no time and pulled me to my feet. She tossed me my dress as I clumsily put it on with the combination of the 6" heels I was wearing and the workout I had just been put through. All I could smell was the scent of Alice's pussy as it was deep inside my nose and I was sure it was also in my wig at this point. Once my dress was on Alice led me back out of the room and into an office across the hallway where Miss Vicki was waiting in an executive style chair behind a massive desk. I was led to a small chair across the desk and sat as Alice handed Miss Vicki the clipboard and then disappeared back into the store.

Miss Vicki put on her glasses and panned over my testing results. She shot me a stern look and then went to her computer, apparently logging my results into some kind of a program. She flipped through a few different screens, entering values and then switching to the next for what went on for roughly fifteen minutes as I just sat there attempting to recover my energy. Finally she spun her chair around to face me.

"Okay, Candi. Here's the deal - your Master has paid me good money to put you through my training course, which will transform you from this shemale bimbo wannabe that is sitting before me into a top of the line pleasure inducing machine by the end of it. I understand that you are here against your will, so to speak, but that is here nor there and is of no concern to me. I am only interested in results, I don't care why you're here or how you got here or who you were before you came to me - right now, you will do exactly as I say or you will suffer dire consequences. To give you an idea - the last one who disobeyed me to the point of no return was sold into sexual slavery overseas, where it is my understanding that, a 'girl' such as yourself would have her testicles removed and be d**gged up, locked in a room and have several John's come in to be pleased however they wish multiple times per day. That would be your life. So, as bad as this sound, I assure you that what I offer is much better than the alternative. Do you understand?"

My head was spinning - how had my life come to the point where being trained to be a model slut was the best alternative I had available to me? I collected my senses enough to nod a shock induced 'yes', so Miss Vicki continued.

"Good - we'll work on your manners as we go, but for now you are to return home the same way you got here. You will report back to me tomorrow evening at 7pm sharp where we will begin your official training. Before that time, you will have the following assignments. On your way home, while you are on the subway, you are to initiate a sexual act with at least two men. An associate that you don't know will be following you from a distance to ensure both your safety as well as your cooperation. Once you have completed that task you may leave the subway and return to your apartment. Once inside, you are to watch the instructional video of how to give the perfect blowjob as well as two of the male on female pornography films. During all of these films you are to take copious notes. When you report to me tomorrow I want you to be able to tell me, from memory, what makes a perfect blowjob. I also will ask you various questions about the other films - how the female moves as she is being penetrated, what does she do and say to help her partner experience the most pleasure possible, how does she seduce him prior to intercourse. You will be required to answer all questions to perfection in order to avoid a punishment, and from what I can see on your chart, you would not do well with my punishments, so I suggest you watch the movies more than once to ensure that you have a complete understanding of them. Now, off you go."

Alice again appeared at the door and guided me by the arm out of Miss Vicki's office. She walked me through the store and out the front door, closing it behind me. I had reported to the store at roughly noon and here I was leaving at 5pm, the middle of rush hour. The subway would be packed. I made my way through the three blocks of walking to the subway station, again picking up a ticket under the name of "Candi" at the ticket station, again walking down the stairs and feeling everyone's eyes on me as I waited for the train to arrive. I looked nervously around the strangers waiting for the train, wondering which of them was Miss Vicki's associate that was to ensure I did the unthinkable and initiated a "sexual act" with at least two men on this ride home. So many of the people were undressing me with their eyes, though, that it was hard to discern who the spy was. Before I could examine any further, the train pulled into the station, packed to the brim with people as I made my way on, sliding in between people until I finally found a small opening to stand. The doors shut and the train pulled off.
Men in business suits were all around me, all likely going home to their normal lives, making me green with envy that their lives hadn't been brutally interrupted and veered off course against their wills. I locked eyes with the man standing in front of me, noticing his eyes wandering up and down my body, finally settling on my breasts attempting to escape my scantily clad dress. I swallowed my pride (what pride did I really have left, after all?) and shot him a wink and an air kiss. He smiled as I turned around and slowly backed up into him. I felt his hands take hold of my hips, pressing his cock covered in his suit pants up against me. I allowed him to grind on me for a few moments before reaching behind me and releasing his cock from his fly and boxers, then taking it upon myself to slide my dress up just a touch, then pulled the small string of my thong to the side to allow him access to my hole. He moaned as I took his pulsing cock in my hand and guided it into my still lubed up hole, then I heard a lust filled exhale as he slid it in completely. I looked around and saw that no one was even noticing what was happening - here I was being fucked on a subway and everyone was just going about their day. I partially hoped that someone would notice what was going on and I would be kicked off of the train, but the man behind me just pumped away at my pussy. Finally he began to grunt a bit under his breath, obviously not wanting to be noticed as well before I felt the familiar warmth of cum streaming inside of me. Just as he orgasmed the train came to a stop and the door flung open. His cock quickly slipped out of me and I watched as he raced out the doors. I assumed he was probably married and didn't want to risk being caught, but I was glad he was gone and that the first act was done with.

With a new group of people exiting the train, a few seats near me opened up which I quickly took advantage of, grabbing one of the seats in the corner near the door. A man sat down to my left while another stood in front of me, his crotch practically eye level with me. I caught him staring down at my breasts a few times as he had a wonderful angle to take in my massive cleavage. I pulled the top of my dress down some to give him a better view, letting him know that I was interested. He smiled as I leaned forward and ran my hand up his leg, stroking his cock through his pants.

What was I doing?! And why were these men so foolish to not see through my disguise?!

I had no time to continue that thought process as the man unzipped his fly and let out a stubby 5" cock. I was quietly glad that he wasn't blessed with a monster and had something that I could easily manage. He opened up his coat a bit to shield me and I went to work. It took two more stops before I finally heard him moaning and gripping at the back of my head, finally giving in to his desire and shooting his load down my throat. I expertly swallowed it all and leaned back in my chair, not wanting to make any eye contact. The man got off on the next stop and I knew that my task was finished.

My exit was coming in three more stops so I stood to move closer to the door and position myself, but as soon as I stood up the man next to me pulled me back down on top of him. He had seen the show I had just put on, he whispered in my ear, and if I didn't want him to report me then I'd give him a show too. I felt his cock outside of his pants already up against my thigh as I sat on his lap. Semen was still leaking out of my pussy from the man earlier, but I slowly picked myself up and positioned myself over his cock, then sat back down, slowly bouncing up and down on his cock as the train screamed through the tunnels towards my exit. Finally my exit was next and just as the train was slowing I felt him roughly reach around and grip my breasts with all his might as he shoved his thick cock deep inside of me. The train stopped in the midst of him shooting his load and, as I stood, I felt another burst leave his cock and land on the back of my thigh. I hurried through the crowd, wreaking of cum as I just barely made it out the doors. My task was to initiate sex with two men and I had wound up having sex with an additional man... wonderful, I thought.

I briskly walked up the stairs and into the parking lot, making a direct line for my car. I slipped in my car and locked the doors, tears in my eyes as I quietly wept all the way back to my apartment, knowing that in roughly 24 hours I would be headed back to Miss Vicki's shop. As I walked into my apartment door I noticed that the instructional video was already queued up on the screen, ready for me to sit down and press play. On the coffee table was a notebook with a pen at the ready. I sat down, apparently ready to start the learning process of how to suck and fuck like a pro. And I hated every second of it.