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Paula
by Callie Messenger
I met Laura at breakfast in the guesthouse. The landlady
introduced us, but no more was said. That evening, I greeted her
as she came into the lounge. She sat next to me and we began to
talk about our days. We decided on an evening meal together, and
then ended up staying in the pub until closing time. When we got
back she came to my room, and we slept together.
When we got up she told me that her husband's farm needed a few
extra hands if I wanted to give up the travelling for the
summer. I didn't know she was married, but if she was going to
be there, I would too. "Actually," she said, "my husband doesn't
mind me with other people. Turns him on. We share sometimes, if
you don't mind." Laura was a pretty blonde, in her mid-thirties
probably. I was only twenty-four, so I could imagine that her
husband was an old guy, probably not up to much more than
watching. And if it was a big farm? Well, perhaps there were
opportunities here.
I rolled up a month later. Laura looked pleased to see me. There
didn't look like much going on at the farm. Grassed fields
surrounded it so I guessed animals, but I hadn't seen much more
than a couple of horses all the way up the two-mile drive. Laura
took me in and I signed a few contracts. She stipulated that I
had to take an AIDS test, just in case, so the next morning the
doctor would be up.
I threw my bag into my room, lay on the bed, and slept until
breakfast.
"Nothing for you this morning. You've got a blood test." Stated
Laura as I rolled into the kitchen. There were a lot of places
at the table but I had seen no one around. "They're already
out." She said, in answer to my unspoken question. I went over
to kiss her. "Hey, not until the doctor's been." She pushed me
away.
The doctor arrived, and Laura led us both over to one of the
outbuildings. The outer double doors opened into a very clean
hall. Then, through a set of wooden swing doors, there was what
looked exactly like a surgical theatre. "It's really for the
vets." Said Laura, but something didn't add up. I rolled up my
sleeve for the doctor, and he pulled out a needle. "Look away."
He asked. I turned my head and felt the needle enter. Something
cold filled my arm. I turned back to see the doctor removing an
empty syringe. "Hey!" I yelled. "What's going on?" Then the room
went black.
I woke back in my room. Laura was watching over me. There was a
man with her. He was big and moustached, with thick black hair.
"Good afternoon, Paul. This is my husband, Derek."
"What happened?" I asked.
"Well," said Derek, in a smooth, deep voice. "We just began to
prepare you for work on the farm. You see, this is a very
special farm. It's a slave farm. We raise and train slaves for
the various markets we serve."
"What have you done to me?"
Laura answered. "We just made a few adjustments so that you
won't try to skip work. The doctor compressed your Achilles
tendons, pierced them twice, and then passed a ring through the
piercings so that you can't stretch the tendons back out again
unless you get the rings out. We soldered them shut.
"He also put in some silicone implants into your chest, as we
like to get the skin stretching early on. He pierced your cock,
and there's a chain running from the tip round to your buttplug,
so try not to think dirty thoughts or you could get
uncomfortable.
"He also left us with this." She raised a needle and filled a
syringe from a bottle. I tried to move but I was strapped down
onto the bed. She emptied the contents of the syringe into my
shoulder. "Those are female hormones, medical grade stuff, and
you'll be getting plenty of them. Soon you'll be shaping up
nicely for work." I screamed and yelled, but Derek just gagged
me with a ball gag. He then put a hood over my head and tied it,
and I was left in the darkness.
For a week I was strapped down. Every morning and evening the
buttplug was removed and a hose was shoved inside me pumping
water until I was bloated and crying through the gag. After a
couple of minutes it was let out and I felt the humiliation of
being completely unable to control my own bowels. I wasn't fed,
but I drank water until I had to piss the bed. There was a
bedpan to catch it. Every morning and evening I received a shot
in the arm. Twice I was coated in a foul smelling cream that was
washed off after a few minutes.
Finally the hood and gag were removed. "You can scream if you
like," said Derek, "but then we just put the gag back." I
nodded. He helped me to sit up. My arms were held out to my
sides, my hands strapped in manacles held out on poles attached
to a leather belt around my waist. There were mittens on my
hands. There were heeled boots on my feet. My legs and arms were
hairless. There were two mounds the size of half grapefruits on
my chest. I began to cry.
Derek was to be called master, or master Derek. Laura was
mistress or Mistress Laura. Laura began teaching me to walk on
my high-heeled shoes. I learned to walk slowly, with crossing
feet and swaying hips, swinging my fixed hands. I learned to
walk fast, with much shorter steps in a mincing run. When I
walked right, mistress would stroke my cock, allowing it to be
released, or rub her tits against me, or kiss me. When I got it
wrong she would bend me over her knees and use her riding crop
on my backside. If she were badly displeased, Derek would beat
me.
Every night I was strapped into bed and given an enema and
drugs. Every morning I was woken with the same. I got no
breakfast, bread and soup for lunch, and fruit for my dinner.
Following my enema at night, Derek began to remove my buttplug
and began to use a dildo in my arse. At the same time Laura
would stand over me and masturbate me until I came. Soon they
began to do the same in the morning.
Finally my hands were released from the manacles. The leather
belt was replaced with a leather corset, which Derek pulled
tight around my waist and ribs and then locked with padlocks at
top and bottom. "Get dressed." He ordered, pointing to the
clothes on my bed and then leaving the room. I looked through
the pile and resigned myself to the ridiculous costume. I pulled
up the pink frilled knickers but found my arms to be incredibly
weak. I rolled the stockings up my legs. They clipped into
suspenders hanging from the corset. I pulled the black dress
over my head and pulled it down. The square collar was trimmed
in white lace and gave an unimpeded view of the tops of my
breasts. I figured out that the white lacy skirt must be a
petticoat and pulled it up under the dress. A white apron tied
with ribbons went around my waist. I slipped on the high-heeled
pumps, without which I could not walk, and went down to find
Derek.
For the next two weeks I was exhausted. Sure, I looked for ways
to escape now that I was not tied up. Most of the windows and
doors were locked. There were no cars in the yard, and it was
two miles to the nearest road. I could barely walk, and I was
dressed like a woman. As well as keeping me working, either
Derek or Laura would be watching over me at all times. I
scrubbed floors, polished, did the laundry by hand, vacuumed,
washed up and learned to cook. Any time a bell rang I would have
to be in the required room in moments or I would be beaten. I
had to serve food and drinks whenever required. If my manner was
incorrect I was beaten. If I didn't walk right, or keep my head
down, or use the correct titles, I was beaten. If I got through
a morning or afternoon without mistake, Laura would release my
buttplug and gently stimulate my anus with a dildo while she
played with my cock.
It was Laura who also began electrolysis of my facial hair after
she had allowed it to grow slightly. She did this in the
mornings, after which I was allowed ten minutes to clean myself
in a lukewarm shower. After my corset was strapped on I was
allowed another ten minutes to make myself up as Laura had shown
me. I regarded my face in the mirror and couldn't believe what
I was doing but three whippings had shown me I had to get it
right. I outlined my lips with a pencil before applying
lipstick. I put blush on my cheeks and painted my eyes. I also
rimmed them with kohl and treated my lashes with mascara. I had
to make sure my brows stayed plucked to an arch. With my short
muss of hair I looked like a man in drag. With my blonde long-
haired wig on I didn't look so bad.
The doctor returned. Derek was happy to explain why. "Your arms
are too big, too masculine." When I awoke I thought I could feel
golf balls in my biceps, triceps and wrists. "The doc has
injected an enzyme solution into your muscles. The enzyme will
live for a couple of days digesting muscle fibre and the
nutrients will be passed back into your body. You'll find that
you'll feel a lot weaker, and soon your arms will have the right
look." The doc hadn't only gone into my arms. My bust line had
definitely expanded. Half grapefruits had become half melons,
though only honeydew. There was no way I was going to be able to
escape looking like a man. That only made it easier to
contemplate, as there wouldn't be any need for advanced
preparation.
"If you've entertained any thoughts of escape," said Laura that
evening, "there are small charges in your new boobs. Stray too
far from either one of us, and they'll explode. You won't die,
but it will be messy." I put any thoughts of walking down to the
road on hold, unless I could find whatever transmitter they had
on them, if they weren't just bluffing. I didn't want to test
that the hard way.
"You've become quite a competent maid, Slave." Derek
complimented me. "Assume that you have the position as our maid
for the indefinite future." I had guessed as much anyway. Now,
though, Derek and Laura didn't just want me to perform maid
duties, they wanted me to service them sexually too. My hands
were manacled to my sides once more, and a gumshield was placed
in my mouth covering my teeth top and bottom and with fixed
hinges at the rear forcing my mouth open. My ankles were
strapped together and I was forced to my knees. Derek placed a
collar around my neck and attached a leash so that he could pull
my head into his crotch. Laura placed a vibrator in my arse and
held my cock. If I didn't use my lips to suck Derek's cock he
would slap me hard across the face. If I did, Laura would switch
on the vibrator and masturbate me. If Derek came in my mouth, I
was made to cum too. I had to swallow all of Derek's cum, and
then my arms would be released so that I could lick my cum off
the wooden floor.
After some time Laura would stop masturbating me before I
orgasmed. The vibrator was fixed to my buttplug and left inside
me. I wore no panties and went about my duties with an erection
that tented my short dress and took an age to go down, sometimes
compounding my sexual frustration by staying hard almost all day
until the evening session. Laura stopped masturbating me then
too, and in the morning. If I touched myself I would be beaten.
The only way to get relief was to go down on Derek when I was
asked, without any ties or jaw-locks, and if I performed well he
would let me play with myself until I came. I then had to get
down and lick all my cum up off the floor and eat it. I did once
think of biting him, but I couldn't bring myself to sink my
teeth into his flesh. I knew then that it was too late for me.
I think Mistress Laura knew it. She allowed me to suck her off
too. Master Derek would sometimes watch and sometimes play with
my cock or my tits as I did it. They didn't let me cum too
often. After I came, it could take a long time before I could
get an erection again, and sometimes my cock wouldn't get fully
hard. The injections stopped coming morning and night and I was
given pills to take at night. My tits were starting to soften
and droop slightly as fat seemed to be accumulating over the
implants. The corsets I wore kept them supported firmly. Both
Master Derek and Mistress Laura liked to play with them. One
day, as I was licking off mistress and Master Derek was playing
with my tits, I felt him push another dildo up my hole. Only it
wasn't another dildo, it was his cock, and I felt his hips begin
to push against my widening ass. He began to play with my cock,
and soon both him and mistress were moaning while I was trying
hard to concentrate on pleasing them both. Mistress suddenly
bucked and screamed underneath me, followed immediately by
master pumping hard into my hole and shouting out as wads of his
sperm spurted inside me. He tightened his grip on my cock and I
moaned as I began to pump cum. Mistress laughed. "I knew you
wouldn't mind my husband joining in, slave!"
"You did well." Said Master Derek. "We'll get those dangerous
implants out of you now."
"As a reward," continued mistress Laura, "we'll have you
prettified up a bit too." I looked forward to getting the
implants out. I would be able to leave if I desired. And I
enjoyed my time with Mistress Laura as she styled my growing
hair and played with my makeup. When the doctor arrived, I
greeted him in a cool summer dress, corset free, enjoying my
first afternoon of no duties. I walked with him to the surgery
and he put me under.
The first thing I noted as I came round was that my chest felt
tighter than ever. Sure, the dangerous implants were probably
out now, only replaced with gel sacs that pushed my nipples out
six inches away from my chest and made my tits look like half
melons again, only this time watermelons. I was looking through
a mask, too. Once again I was strapped to the bed so that I
couldn't reach up to take it off. The master came in to let me
up, but once I was dressed up once again as a maid he tied large
mittens to my hands, too soft to allow me to untie one from the
other. The corset acted like a shelf under my new tits, almost
pushing them up to my chin. My hair had been dyed and extended.
The wavy blonde strands rested on my cleavage as I kept my head
lowered in front of my masters. I couldn't perform any tasks
that required dexterity, but Master Derek kept me polishing the
floor just so that he could flip up my dress and enter me from
behind.
I had always been taller than my mistress, more so in heels, but
now she seemed to dislike the fact that she couldn't see me
behind my enormous breasts. To solve the problem, she pierced my
nipples and put in rings to which she attached a chain that she
passed through my corset and dress. If she pulled down on the
chain, the pain would bring me down onto my knees, where she
could more happily give me orders. Soon I was dropping to my
knees as soon as she entered the room. She took off my dress,
then she took two long lengths of chain, and attached one to
each nipple ring, and then passed them down through my cock ring
and attached the other ends one to each ring in my Achilles',
making sure the chains were tight. She whipped my backside and
told me to run, but each long stride I took yanked at my nipples
and doubled me over. I shuffled round the house with her
whipping me end to end, eventually crawling when I could take no
more pain.
Master Derek came into my room with a long mirror, covered with
a sheet. He helped me to get dressed, and then gently took off
the mask that I had been wearing. He looked at me carefully, and
then spent a couple of minutes expertly applying foundation and
makeup to my face and brushing out my hair. Finally he stood me
in front of the mirror and whisked off the sheet. I'd seen my
facing looking quite good with makeup under a wig, but this was
someone else. No, it was me, but my nose had been shrunk and
reshaped, my eyes looked larger, and my lips were puffed up with
collagen. I looked like a woman. My hair was beautiful, my face
wasn't perhaps, but was fascinating, in a whorish way. With my
massive tits, shrunken waist and long legs, which did look
beautiful, I looked like a porn star. I looked like a woman made
for sex in the movies. It wasn't pretty, but it was horrendously
attractive in a way that made me think that I would just have to
sleep with this woman if only to try her once. It was an image
that men would tell their girlfriends was just freakish, but
that they would fantasise about.
Master Derek reached under my dress and pushed a slick vibrator
into my hole. I watched in awe and fascination as my cock began
to rise and push up the front of the dress. It was disorienting
to see it appear on that body in that mirror, but it was
erotically attractive to see a large cock rising in front of
such a sexy woman. Master Derek lifted my dress, and I saw my
cock in all its glory. "Play with it," he ordered, "and use your
other hand to check out your new features, especially those
tits. Keep looking in the mirror!" He reprimanded me as I paused
to look at the long painted nails that had been hidden under my
mittens. I watched the woman in the mirror run her fingers over
her face and lips, through her hair and then stroke her nails
over the tops of her tits. I pumped my cock until I spurted cum
all over the mirror, watching myself grab my tits as I did.
Mistress Laura attached the chains to my nipples and ankles one
last time and Master Derek put on the collar that I rarely wore.
"You learned very quickly, slave. Your new masters will be proud
of you." He said.
"Yes," said mistress Laura, "they will be here soon to collect
you. Because of your obedience you have cost us little time or
effort, and we are making a handsome profit out of you. We are
very proud to christen you on the first day of your new life. If
your new masters should ask your name, we will call you Paula."
"Congratulations, Paula," echoed master Derek. "I think I can
hear them arriving now." He tugged my leash and I shuffled after
him to the front door. A huge silver Mercedes was opening up to
reveal a middle aged Arab and a blonde amazon beauty. She looked
at me and clapped her hands together. "Is this her?" She
squealed. "Why, she's just so perfect. She's just what we
wanted, isn't she, Ibby?" The bearded Arab walked round the
front of the car. He smiled and took Derek's hand before
agreeing with the woman. "Indeed, she is, my dear."
"Is she," she queried, "you know?" She asked Mistress Laura.
"Working in all the right places." Smiled the mistress. The tall
girl clapped her hands again and giggled. "I'll take her," she
said, reaching for the leash. "Come along now," she said to me.
"We're going to have so much fun! I'm going to call you Barbie.
Come on, Ibby, pay your friend. I just can't wait to get home
and play dress-up!"
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