The Peachtree Training Center Casefiles #1:The Case Of The Cuckold Husband free porn video

Writers note: This is the first of a multipart series. This isn't how it started out, But the characters become interesting and I couldn't resist adding more detail about them. Please let me know if you enjoy it. Send comments to mailto: [email protected]. Flames will be deleted. This story cannot be posted anywhere without permission of the author, Especially Pay sites. I will take any legal action necessary! Disclaimer: This story is fiction, a product of the authors deranged mind. This is not real life! This story is for adults only! You must be of legal age in your area to read this story. This first case is based on the many cuckold stories on the Internet. But this one has a twist when the wife finds out that she really doesn't know her hubby after all! The Peachtree Training Center Casefiles Case # 1 Case of the Cuckold Husband By: Robyn Conners CHAPTER 1 ALMOST A CUCKHOLD. My beautiful blond wife just sat and smiled at me after her black lover left our house. I had come home early from a job out of town and caught my wife with her black stud. Being taken by surprise and in shock, He overpowered me, tied me to a chair, and forced me to watch him screw my wife into the bed. He then proceeded to wipe his cum from her dripping asshole and pussy with her panties and rub it in my face. Laughing he said " Hope you learned something White Boy". He then kissed my wife goodbye telling her "Call you later Baby." and walked out the door My wife then asked me "Well, did you learn anything?" I looked at her and slowly and sadly shook my head. WHY? That was the question that I kept asking myself. Shelia and I had been married for four years .I had always thought that we had a good marriage. While not having the largest prick in town my seven incher was I thought adequate. I earned a good living, we lived in an upscale neighborhood, and I thought we had a good sex life. Guess not. I said, "Untie me, NOW " Shelia looked at me and laughed. She said "What you gonna do if I don't Wimp boy? What she didn't know that I was already loose from my bonds. Jumping up from the chair and shoving her back unto the bed. I then used her nylon stockings to tie her to the bed. I looked down at her and still had a hard time believing what I saw. Suddenly an over powering rage entered me. All the things that had happened in the last two hours came back to me like a jolt to my system. Shelia looked at me with that smirk look on her face and said "Boy your gonna be in the shit when Sam finds out what you're doing to me." I found out later, Sam was her black lover. What Shelia didn't know was what I really did for a living. She thought I was some sort of business consultant. Some guy who sat around the conference table, the restaurant table and the 19th Hole table at he country club. That violence was something out of my area of expertise. WRONG! I did come from a nice middle class background. However I grew tired of the ordinary and after college was recruited in to the Navy's elite SEALS. I became one of the best at counterterrorism and assassination. The only problem was I grew to love the assassination part too much. After being accused of unnecessary killing on a mission, I was quietly kicked out of the Navy. While in the navy, I had met a guy named Jay Edwards. We became friends of sorts and hung out and chased women together. He told me that his uncle owned a business that could always use skills like mine and to call him if I ever needed work. After my quick exit from the navy, I contacted his uncle, William Foxworth. From what I could tell, He appeared to be a corporate headhunter with an office in Atlanta on Peachtree St. When he learned who I was and that I was a friend of his nephew, he agreed to see me. After reviewing my qualifications, he looked at me and asked, "did John tell you exactly what kind of businesses I recruit for?" I answered in the negative. I said "John only told me that you could use a man with my skills and to call you if I needed a job." Mr. Foxworth then told me all about his business. He recruited mercenaries and assassins for a broad range of people. He said that the risks are high, but the money was good. Also that after I established myself as loyal and effective that the money would get even better. So started my career as an assassin. Shelia and I met and married after I had been in the business for about six years. I was in New York on vacation taking in the latest shows and seeing the sites. She was a clerk in a drug store where I went to buy a newspaper. She said she was an aspiring actress and just working in the store till she got her big break. I asked her out and we dated my whole time in New York. On my last night I proposed and she accepted. We were married the next week and had our honeymoon in Paris. I had decided early on that she had no need to know what I really did for a living. All she knew was that I was a consultant, made a good living, and that I traveled a lot. Deciding that if I stayed in the same room with that no good bitch, that I would do her physical harm. I left her on the bed. I told her "Don't go away". She then proceeded to call me everything in the world but a child of god. "Naughty. You shouldn't talk to your loving husband like that." shaking my head. I then shoved the cum soaked panties into her mouth and used her discarded 34B bra to tie them there. Fixing myself a drink, I then began to think of how I would get my revenge. Not only on her but also on her black boyfriend as well. As my experience in the business had grown, I began to work more on the operations side of things and began to have contact with many of the clients our agency serviced and made many valuable contacts. Mr. Foxworth was now in his mid 60's and was looking forward to retiring to his private island near Aruba. I was being groomed to take over the agency. That they be made to pay was a given. And even after how she had treated me, I still couldn't bring myself to have her killed. Plus it would be too fast and no fun at all! What could I do that was even worse than death? And what could I do to teach her black boyfriend a lesson he would never forget? Then it struck me, Mistress Mulligan. She was the answer. Mistress Mulligan ran a business called The Peachtree Training Center, where men and women were trained to become sex slaves to rich men and women who only wanted the best. It was costly, but Mistress Mulligan was the best. THE VERY BEST! I had personally taken care of a group that had wanted to take over her business. They had tried to force her into selling cheap and then coming to work for them. Unfortunately for them, Mr. Foxworth was her father. He sent me to take care of them and to insure that Mistress Mulligan (her mother's maiden name) had no further problems. After the smoke cleared they were all dead and the word had spread that Mistress Mulligan had big time protection and that she had best be left alone. So I figured that she owed me one. Plus she wasn't bad to look at either. Yes. Mistress Mulligan was the answer. An evil smile crossed my face. CHAPTER 2 SPECIAL DELIVERY. I called Mistress Mulligan on her private number and got her answering service. They said she was not available and to leave my number. She called back in about 15 minutes. After hearing my tale of woe and discussing options, Mistress arranged for Shelia to be picked up and to help set the stage for Sam to get what he so richly deserved. Walking back into the bedroom, Shelia gave me the old eat shit look. If looks could kill, I'd be a dead ass. I said "Darling your going on a little trip. But I don't think your really gonna like it. Since you like fucking so much, I'm gonna make sure you get all that you can handle and then some, or maybe you'll learn to love pussy instead." Knowing Sheila's aversion to lesbians, this really brought a look of fear in her eyes. That might be the answer. Lesbian fuck slave. Yeah that would be fitting. And maybe make the super stud a she male prostitute. Then he never would have to worry about pussy again. White or any other color. About an hour later a black van pulled into the driveway and two large men and a woman got out. They carried an ambulance type cot with a cover like the funeral homes use. The woman asked, "Are you Mr. Summer? After answering in the affirmative, She answered "I'm Becky. This is George and Allen. We belong to Mistress Mulligan. " I showed them where Shelia was. Shelia looked up with frightened eyes as they prepared her for transport. The panties were removed and a cock gag is inserted into her mouth. She tried to resist but they held her nose until she had to take a breath and opened her mouth. In went the gag and it was secured with a black leather strap. The stockings are untied and black leather restraints bind her hands and legs. Heavy-duty headphones are placed over her ears with the wire hanging out the back. A black rubber hood with two holes for the nostrils is pulled over her head and laced in the back. A small tape recorder is hooked to a leather belt around her waist and the hand restraints are also attached. Then about a roll of black duct tape is used to tie her hands to her body and her legs together. She is then placed in a vinyl body bag and it was zipped shut. I had to ask "Are you sure she won't suffocate in there?" "No" Becky answered. 'There are air holes in the bag and when we get in the truck, we have a forced air system that will keep her alive but she won't be real comfy. It's all part of the training. It softens them before they even get there." Now its time to plan for the for her black stud muffin. As luck would have it the phone rang. Guess whom? It's Sam. "Where is my bitch, White Boy?" He asked. I told him to go fuck himself, and that if he brought his black ass around my wife again, I was going to cut off his dick and shove it down his throat. He then screamed in the phone " I'm gonna kill you White Boy! I'll be there in 30 minutes." We then prepared for his arrival. I went to the closet in the spare bedroom that I use for a home office and in the closet removed a false panel. Behind the wall are all types of weapons from handguns to a small rocket launcher. Hey! It pays to be prepared, never know when a rocket launcher might come in handy. I got my favorite 40 cal. Smith and Wesson out and a silencer. But I then found what I really wanted. It's a Taker. But not the ordinary one that you buy at the gun store. No this one is custom made and is twice as powerful and will work twice as long as the normal one. Boy am I gonna have fun! True to his word, Sam appeared about 29 minutes later. He charged into the house right into the Taker. He fell like a tree, flat on his face. After rolling him over, I asked "What's the matter black boy? Cat got your tongue? I just can't resist giving him one long jolt to the balls. He moaned and groaned and held his shocked balls. I taunted him " What's the matter black boy? Did you get too much white pussy and hurt your balls? Ah ain't that too bad! But don't worry she's the last thing you're ever gonna fuck. From now one your gonna be the one getting fucked!" Becky then administered a strong sedative that would knock him out for several hours. We stripped off his clothes. In reality he is kind of scrawny about 5'10" and about 150 lbs. And his cock is really not all that much bigger than mine is. Mine is actually bigger around. Becky rolled him over and slid a large lubed butt plug up his ass. She also locked a cock ring around his nuts and tied it all together with a leather strap. He was then packaged the same way as Shelia. They were secured to the ambulance cots and covered with the covers, then taken to the van. It looked like some one passed away and the funeral home was picking up the body. Pretty slick! Of course I lived in the middle of 20 acres, so no neighbors could see a thing anyway. But I would remember that trick in case I needed to take someone out where people could see. As they prepared to leave I picked up the microphone tied into Sheila's headset. I told her "Enjoy your trip bitch! The fun is just beginning!" CHAPTER 3 A TRIP TO THE COUNTRY Not wanting to miss a minute of the fun, I followed the van in my black Surbuban. We got onto I-20 and headed east. About and hour and a half later, we got off the interstate onto a secondary road. After several miles, we pulled onto a paved private drive. About 1/2 a mile down the drive we came to large steel gates set into a 12-foot high brick wall. The gates swung open and we were admitted onto the Peachtree Estate. This place had been one of the secret homes of a reclusive billionaire. It seems he was scared that the end of the world was coming and wanted to be prepared. This Peachtree Estate was built over an old Nike missile site built during the Cold War. It had miles and miles of underground tunnels and about 25 bunkers built to withstand a nuclear hit. The billionaire bought it when it became surplus for almost nothing. He then built the wall around the huge Tudor style mansion he built on top of the complex and prepared for the end of the world. Unfortunately for him the end of his time on earth came first. I guess Mistress Mulligan bought Peachtree from his estate. It was the perfect location. Secluded, easy to secure, and with plenty of underground space for a dungeon. It was close to a major city, with an international airport, but far enough in the woods to be private. The rumors had it as a drug rehab center for the publicity shy superstar or an asylum for the mentally ill from rich families. But it was the home of the Peachtree Training Center. The van pulled around the rear of the mansion to what appeared to be a cellar door, but was in fact a blast proof vault door. Out of the door came three large men and Mistress Mulligan herself. Donna Mulligan Foxworth was every red-blooded American male's wet dream. She was 5'10" inches tall, 36C-20-34. She has waist length auburn hair with just a touch of curl and bright sparkling emerald green eyes. To look at her one would never suspect what she did for a living. But when at work the change is just amazing. The beauty is still there but the sparkle in he eye becomes a glint and her face takes on the look of an executioner with no soul. I have seen men six inches taller and 150 pounds heavier turned to mush by that glint in her eye and the expression on her face. At work she normally wears a black leather bustier and a short leather skirt with black stockings and thigh high leather boots with 5" heels and black fingers gloves that go almost to her shoulders, leaving her 11/2 black painted nails exposed. She wears a black G-String over her clean-shaven pussy. She sometimes scares the hell out of me, and I know she loves me like a brother! She walked with the confidence of royalty and the grace of a lioness. She held out her hand for me to kiss and asked, "How the hell are you, Andrew?" I had to answer "I have had better days!" We went through the patio doors into the upper level, while her new "clients" are taken into the basement to begin their processing. After entering the sitting room, Mistress asked, " What exactly do you want to happen to those two?" I had thought about it on the way, and had made the final decision that even though killing them would feel good; it wouldn't be much fun. So I decided that Shelia would be turned into a lesbian slave and old Sammy into a she male prostitute. Mistress said, " Even at cost this is still expensive." I asked, " Even if you sell them when you get done?" She then asked "Andrew she is you wife?" "Not anymore she's not. She gave all that up when she slept with that black stud and tried to cuckold me. She 's about to learn when you play, you gotta pay." I can be a ruthless bastard when provoked. And I had defiantly been provoked. Mistress smiled "Okay if that's what you want. Hell we may even make a profit and have some fun too!" What can I tell you, Mistress is my kind of women! CHAPTER 4 BECKY We ate a quick lunch, served to us by Becky, now in her slave outfit. I have to tell you; those coveralls she was wearing at the house really covered up one of the sexiest bodies I have ever seen. She stood about 5'7" tall in her 5" heals about 36C-20-36. She was built like a brick shithouse with every brick in place. Man she was fine. She was wearing a white bustier, which left her pierced nipples exposed with their 1/2 in rings with a diamond at the bottom of the ring. She had on white stockings and a pair white thong panties. She also without a doubt, had the finest ass I have ever seen, and shoulder length ebony hair that gleamed in the light. Along with that went a pair of shimmering brown eyes that looked like milk chocolate. I was instantly in LUST. I asked her what was her position at the Company. I caught her looking at Mistress Mulligan with a question in her eye. Mistress nodded her head and told her to speak. Becky looked me in the eye and answered "I am Mistress Mulligan's slave. I do as my mistress orders. "But don't you have other duties?" I asked. Mistress then spoke " Becky is much more than a slave. She is my good right hand. She is the person I trust to do special jobs for me, such as taking care of your problem last night. She also is totally trust worthy. She acts as the Administrator for the company. You can't tell by looking at her now but she has a MBA from Harvard and a Law degree from Columbia University. She is a member of the Bar in six states including this one. When I think one of my overpaid attorneys is trying to sell me a bunch of shit. Becky reviews it lets me know what the real deal is. I've caught more crooked lawyers that way. Several who went on to be graduates of this institution." The moral of that story was don't try to screw Mistress over. It's not worth the payback. Becky seemed somewhat embarrassed by Mistresses praise. She bowed her and said in a firm voice" But my most important job is being a good slave to Mistress, and serving her to the best of my ability." All I could think was man that's loyalty. Then a great idea entered my head. (BIG head, not LITTLE head.) Maybe this is what I really needed in my life. The marriage thing had definitely been a bust. It couldn't be bad to have a woman to take care of your needs both sexual and domestic without having to listen to the whining and the bitching. Plus if I could get one like Becky, she could also help with the business. The fewer people involved in the operation of a business like mine the better. Yeah, that just might be the answer. I knew that Mistress would probably go for it. When her Dad retires she gets 30% of the business. And having one of her girls involved would keep everything open and above board. It was definitely a win/win situation for everyone. Might even be tax deductible. This was something we would have to discuss soon. I also wanted to know how Becky wound up where she was. I bet that's got to be a hell of a story. After lunch Mistress and I headed for the basement to see how the new clients were coming. We took the elevator to the third level, which is about 125 feet below ground. It was where they stored the rockets during The Cold War. But walking down the hallway, you would never know it. The walls were paneled in rich oak and the floors were carpet covered. You could hear the tasteful classical music playing in the background. There were doors on each side of the hallway, but no sign of what went on behind them. That was where the real work was done. Mistress said with a smirk", Ill have to get Becky to give you a tour of the facilities. I know both of you will really enjoy it." She must have caught on how interested I was in Becky. Nothing of much significance ever gets by her anyway. That's why she is the best. We walked down the hallway to the fifth door on the right. Mistress stuck a control card into the slot in the doorframe and I heard the lock click. As the door opened it sounded like an air lock opening. We stepped inside to what looked like a control booth at a television studio. Looking out through the floor to ceiling, wall to wall window I saw too figures hanging upside down. Looked like wifey and her stud. CHAPTER 5 THE FUN BEGINS Well, Well, Well. Those two sure don't look comfortable. Shelia was hanging from a beam by a long cable attached to leg cuffs. Studly was hung the same way. All they were wearing were ball gags and dills in their other orifices, and a cock ring for the stud muffin. About every two minutes a spray of cold water under pressure struck them and caused them to swing. The thermometer said the temperature in the room was 65*F. The first thing I noticed that neither one of them had any hair anywhere on their body, including their heads. Shelia had been so proud of that mane of blonde hair. But only her hairdresser and her lovers knew it was dyed. Mistress noticed my look. She explained "This is part of the dehumanization process. This is a blow to their pride and self worth. If we want them to have hair, we'll give it to them. The body hair removal is permanent. The hair on their head and eyebrows will grow back. But in stud's case none of his will grow back. He'll always need a wig and drawn on eye brows. We have a new remover invented by our resident mad scientist. He comes up with all sorts of interesting things. Plus he's hell on the barbecue grill. Make sure Becky takes you through the lab." Again that same smirk. I started to become a little nervous She was definitely pushing Becky and I together. What sneaky plan was going through her devious mind? Only time would tell. Okay, what's the next step?" I asked. Mistress answered." The procedures are different for each one. Stud muffin will be put in an induced coma. During that time he will be given massive dose of female hormones and testosterone inhibitors. He also gets mind control drugs and subliminal tapes played while he is out. After they have had a while to work, the plastic surgery begins. We'll need to decide whether he is to be ugly or pretty, feminine or masculine, what size breasts, whether to castrate him or not, to do a total sex change or not. We also need to decide to shorten the tendons in his legs so he always has to wear high heels all the time. We also need to decide about permanent makeup. When he wakes up he'll find a brand-new she. We also need to decide on a new name. He most certainly won't be a Sam any more. How about Samantha? " She asked " Samantha suits me. But I also want a few extras for the new her. We'll discuss them later." I added. "Now, the bitch on the other hand is somewhat easier. Mistress went on " We need to dose her with mind control drugs and begin hypnosis. We also need to decide about implants for her. Permanent make up, shortening of the ligaments and some body jewelry," said Mistress. "But being she is to become a lesbian slave, most of the work will be in behavior modification and making her a happy carpet muncher." I looked out the window at the women who I loved and cherished whom I would have given my life. I really felt some sense of sadness, but the thought came to me time and again, How long has this been going on? Was this something new or regular behavior? As I thought about it, some things that had troubled me in the past started to make sense. The times I would call and she would not be home, when she should have been, unexplained charges on credit cards. Items charged that I never saw. Bills from the lingerie shop for items I never saw. Marks on her body that should not have been there. Boy what a sucker I've been. This probably has been going on since the beginning of our marriage. But the thing that really pisses me off the most was that she thought she could got to the next step, trying to cuckold me, and that I was wimpy enough to let her get away it. Well that just goes to show that as my hero Bugs Bunny says "She don't know me very well do she!" I made myself a vow right then; to never let myself is put into that position again. From now on I was going to be in control. No more playing the fool. CHAPTER 6 LEARNING HOW THE SYSTEM WORKS. I found out that there wasn't really gonna be anything to see for awhile. I could either go back to the city or hang around here and learned more about how the process works. Also it would give me more time to get to know Becky. That was something I was really looking forward to, even though Mistress's smirks made me slightly uneasy. But as they say, nothing ventured, nothing gained. I of course checked with Mistress Mulligan to make sure that it would be okay and that I wouldn't be in the way. She said they had plenty of room and while I was there I could check on the security and maybe give the guards some extra training. They had a full armory in the basement and an indoor range on the fourth level. She told me to see Becky and arrange for a security badge and to arrange that tour. She again gave me that smirk. Now there was no doubt, I was really nervous. I found Becky's office on the first floor of the main house. She was dressed in a dark blue suit with a white shell underneath. She was wearing black stockings and 3" heels that matched the suit. The skirt was short but not mini length. She was also wearing gold frame glasses that matched her necklace and earrings. She looked like the poster child for the successful female executive. She looked up from her computer screen and gave me a smile that almost made me cum in my drawers. I just stood and looked at her unable to say a word. She got a funny look on her face and asked was anything wrong. I finally managed to speak, "You clean up pretty good don't you", I said. She laughed and said this was her normal mode of dress, during business hours, when she was not serving her Mistress. She reached into her desk drawer and removed a control card that she handed to me. "This gives you unlimited access anywhere on the estate. It even opens the doors in Mistress's private quarters. She also handed me a laminated card. This card contains the combination to the door of the armory and the shooting range. It also has the override code for all the alarm systems. She then asked was I ready to be shown my quarters or did I want to take the tour now. I told her that I didn't want to interfere with her work. Becky said mistress told her to be at my disposal 24/7 during the time I was on the estate. She said that she was done for the day anyway. She suggested that we tour in the morning when things were usually slow. So up the winding staircase to the second floor we went. I asked her how long it took her before she quit getting lost in this place. Several days were her answer. Becky did say that it was months before she was allowed on this level anyway. Then only under supervision of the staff. Dressed as she was I forgot that she was trained as a slave? Even after seeing her at lunch in slave costume, I still had a hard time imagining her going through slave training. I really had to hear that story. My room was in the wing facing the front of the building. It was a room like you would find in the finest five star hotels. The bed was huge and there was a fire burning in the fireplace. There was a wet bar in one corner and a sofa and love seat in the other. The other wall had two doors. One led to a walk-in style closet and the other into the bathroom. It had a whirlpool tub big enough for you and half a dozen of your closest friends. I've seen smaller swimming pools. I told Becky " Not a bad little shack out back huh?" She smiled again and said "Mistress said only the best for the man who risked his life to protect her and her business." I frowned "You heard about that? We tried to keep my involvement quiet." Becky's reply was "Don't worry. Only about three or four people know the whole story. I only know because I was in training at the time, when they attacked the building. I saw you take three of them out. I was hiding behind a parked car and one of the hired goons was about to shoot me, you kicked the gun out of his then cut his throat. You moved like a ghost through the night." I could see the tears in her eyes. In hushed tones she said, " I owe you my life. I don't know how I ever can repay you, but I know I have to try", So now the truth comes out. No wonder Mistress is smirking at me. I tried to recall that night, but there was lot happening in a short time. I looked at Becky again. Suddenly I could see a black haired girl trying to hide behind a car. One of the hired goons was about to execute her. Which really just pissed me off. I took great pleasure in cutting his throat. Then I remember the girl looking up at me with big brown eyes filled with gratitude. I brushed my fingers across her face. Back to the war. I never saw her again. I later married Shelia. But the look in that girl's eye always haunted me. Now I'd found her again. CHAPTER 7 MAKING LOVE OUT OF NOTHING AT ALL. Tears were running freely from Becky's eyes. I pulled her into my arms and held her close. She looked up at me with those milk chocolate eyes and something inside me melted. Suddenly I felt this overpowering desire to love and protect this woman. It was a scary feeling. Even though I thought I had loved Shelia, it was nothing like this. I softly brushed my lips across hers. Even that light touch felt like a 220-volt line had shocked me, like someone had hit me with a Tazer. She melted into my arms. I slowly ran soft kisses down her neck and my tongue tasted the hollow of her throat. She was sweeter than candy and had the scent of expensive perfume and woman. I just couldn't get enough. I started to remove her suit coat. She grabbed my arm stopping me. She looked me in the eye and said, " Before this goes any further, there is something you should know about me". I figured she was going to tell me she was Bisexual or something. I knew that was probably the case, being that she was Mistress's slave. So I already knew that she was probably a switch hitter. I said, "If it's about being BI, I understand". Becky slowly shook her head. She said, "The easiest way is to let me show you." She began a striptease. First the suit coat. Then the skirt. Then the 1/2 slip. She was standing in front of me wearing a powder blue bra, panties and garter belt with dark stockings and heels. God she was beautiful. She then removed her bra exposing those perfect breasts with those super sexy nipple rings. She seemed to hesitate for a second. Like she was building up her courage. Finally she removed her panties. Boy was I surprised! Out popped a cock! It wasn't a little one either. It was about 9" long about 3 inches around. I fell back on the bed in shock. I really hadn't expected this. I'm as straight as they come, but the sight of that big cock did nothing to still an overpowering urge to hold her in my arms. Becky turned and began to put her clothes back on, with a dejected slump to her shoulders. She said "I only thought it fair that I tell you before we got too involved. I understand that you are straight and don't want me. It's really alright." I jumped up and spun her around. I could see fear come into her eyes, waiting for the blow that would never come. At that moment I felt lower than whale shit for scaring her. I said "Becky, don't ever think I would hurt you or let anyone else hurt you! I am a bit surprised but I'm still crazy about you. This is something that we'll have to work out, but I know I'm falling in love with you. And a piece of meat hanging from your groin makes you no less desirable. You are still one of the most beautiful and feminine women I have ever seen." There were still tears in Becky's eyes, but I could see hope trying to make an appearance. She said "I've loved you so long, but I was afraid to approach you because you were married and a heterosexual. Mistress has known for a long time, and has kept me informed about you. When you called last night it was the perfect opportunity to meet again. I don't usually go on pickup calls, but Mistress insisted. She said this was my chance and I dammed well better take it." I shook my head. As I said before that Mistress Mulligan is the best. She obviously saw something between us that I didn't see. She waited until the time was right, and put us together. What a women. I held Becky in my arms and fell to the bed. I ran my mouth over her wonderful 36C breasts, sucking on her nipples and tugging on her rings with my teeth. I could suckle on these breasts forever. I then ran my tongue down the flat stomach and licked her bellybutton. After finishing there, I continued downward. When I had almost reached her small triangular patch of pubic hair above her clean -shaven pole, Becky pulled my head away. " You don't have to do that. I know your straight. They're all kind of things we can do without you giving me head. I don't expect it." Becky said. I looked into her eyes and said "Becky darling, I don't have to do anything but die and pay taxes. I want to do this for you. I want this to be an equal partnership. This is an act of love, not obligation. I knew what I was getting into when I decided to go on together. Just lay back and enjoy. Of course I will take advice." I then continued my journey down her stomach, crossing her triangle. Running my tongue up the side of her cock, I tasted her clean and lightly perfumed flavor. Running my tongue around the head, I could taste her Precum, a slightly salty-sweet taste. I thought back to all the blowjobs I had gotten over the years and tried to remember what felt the best to me. I wanted this to be an unforgettable experience for Becky. Becky began to squirm on the bed. Running her fingers through my hair, she began to softly moan, "Oh Andrew it's so good. Kiss it. Run your tongue around the head. Oh God, Don't stop. Suck my girl clit. Moaned Becky. I was only able to get about 1/2 of it down before I hit my gag reflex. But I must have been doing something right because Becky was in orbit. She finally said "Honey I'm about to cum. I considered finishing by hand, but hey, might as well finish what I started. She started spurting gobs and gobs of sweet love juice. I was able to keep up with the first two or three shots, but couldn't swallow fast enough. Some ran out of the corner of my mouth. I licked my lips not wanting to lose any of that sweet cream. I crawled up to her head to kiss her. She locked her lips on mine. Her tongue was in my mouth and as our tongues dueled, I rubbed my rock hard shaft against her now flaccid cock. Becky pulled away and exclaimed, "Oh my poor baby. Let me help you with that!" She lowered her head and took my whole 7 inches into her mouth without pause. In the next 10 minutes she did things to my cock that I couldn't even describe. She brought me to the edge too many times to count, but wouldn't let me slid over. I was begging for mercy. No women had ever done this to me before. Becky finally looked at me and smiled. "Now I want you to fuck my pussy-ass." This was not going to a problem for sure because I've always liked to butt fuck. She lay back on the bed and raised he legs, bending her knees almost to her shoulders. She smiled and said, "Nice to be limber isn't it, Lube is in the drawer of the night stand". After getting the lube, I rubbed my finger inside her hole. Then two fingers. I asked "Not hurting you am I darling?" She laughed and said " I hate to tell you, but I'm not a virgin. I was trained to be a slave. This is one of the first things that happens to you. You are dildo trained and wear a butt plug most of the training period. I haven't been fucked in awhile but I haven't got that tight." I pushed my throbbing member into her pussy-ass. It was still a tight fit, but it felt like coming home. I pushed my cock all the way in till I felt my cods bump against her ass. I began an in and out motion, pulling almost all the way out and then slowly back in. Becky began to moan "Don't stop. Faster. Faster please faster." I began a faster rythm. I felt the cum start to travel up my dick. I gasped "Honey, I'm about to blow. She screamed "Cum inside me, fill me up with your cream." I shot load after load of hot cum into her bowels. I finally rolled off her and lay on my side panting. Trying to catch my breath. What a fuck! She rolled to her side and looked me in the eye. "Disappointed" she asked. I looked at her like she had three eyes. "Disappointed, I don't hardly think so. That was the best fuck I've ever had." I answered. A smile crossed her beautiful face. I felt the warm glow of love engulf both of us. I don't think I'd ever been this happy before. As we lay on the bed in each other's arms, enjoying the togetherness, I finally had to ask, "Are you going to tell me how you wound up like this? She looked at me for a minute, then said, "I guess I owe you that much. But all of its not pretty. And some of will hurt to tell. But here is the whole story." CHAPTER 8 BECKY'S STORY She began her story. " I was born in a upper middle class family. Well I really wouldn't even call it a family. A group of people who lived in the same house is probably closer to the truth. My parents were both professionals, my father an investment banker, and my mother a successful civil and women's rights attorney. I was an only child, probably the result of a torn condom rather than an act of love. I was raised by a succession of nannies." " I was a child prodigy. I finished high school at 10. I got my MBA from Harvard, at 15, my father's school, and my JD from Columbia at 18. That was mother's Alma mater. I was of course first in my class at both schools. I had no trouble passing the Bar Exam." "But all in all, I was a spoiled nasty boy. Not old enough or mature enough to be a man. My favorite thing was to find a young virgin girl and seduce her and take her virginity. Then I would take great pleasure in breaking their self esteem, and reducing them to a sobbing mass of flesh, and then walking away." "I got away with it many times, but one day, I made a dreadful mistake. I did the same old thing with the seduction and all, but when it came to the breaking part, I went too far and a young 16-year-old girl with her life ahead of her was dead. She committed suicide. But even that didn't affect me. "But unfortunately for me, it affected someone else. They decided that I should pay for what I had done. At the time, I didn't know who set it up, whether it was the girl's family or a friend or just someone who decided that I needed to be taught a lesson. But one day while on vacation in Los Angeles, I was abducted from my hotel. When I woke up, I was here." "But didn't anyone wonder where you disappeared to?" I asked. "Surely family or friends would have noticed that you were missing?" "That's the really bad part." She replied. "I was estranged from my parents, and because I was such a nasty person I had no friends. I had sublet my apartment, and planned on taking a long vacation lasting several months. So no one suspected anything. I was living off a large trust left to me by my grandparents." "When I awoke, I was in a large dark room. No lights. No air movement. Nothing but cold concrete floors and walls. I also knew that I was naked. Running my hand over my head and body I discovered that I had no hair, anywhere. I don't know how long I was in that room, but it seemed like forever. I tried shouting and screaming, but to no avail. I was in that room till someone let me out." She sighed. "That was one of the worst times in my life. But it did give me a lot of time to think. Look at myself and what kind of person I had become. Still I wanted to blame all my troubles on someone else. It was just bad luck that that girl was weak and committed suicide. IT WAS'NT MY FAULT!" Becky sighed. "When I look back at myself before my training, I can't believe such a selfish, rotten person could exist. I deserved everything that happened to me, in fact a lot worse." "Finally the door opened, and there stood Mistress in all her glory. The look that she gave me caused me to loose control of my bladder. The light from the hallway behind her formed a halo around her. I wondered if I was dead and she was a dark angel sent to torment me for eternity. Deep inside I knew I deserved it." Mistress looked at me for awhile like I was a pile of dog shit. When she spoke in that soft, but commanding voice I jumped up and tried to hide in the corner. Mistress said, " Well. Well. Look at the little sissy boy hiding in the corner. You're not dealing with some innocent teenage girl now. On your feet! Don't you dare look at me! You have to earn that right, you worthless piece of protoplasm! Stand up straight! We're going to have to work on your posture. I can see that already." "Mistress walked around me several times. Like she was trying to decide if I was worth keeping or should be thrown to the wolves. Each time clicking her tongue and shaking her head. I was scared shitless." Becky said smiling. She finally said. "I guess we can make something out of you. But it's going to be hard. You have a long way to go before you can be even a little passable as a sissy slave." Sissy slave? Was this women crazy? Slavery had gone out in 1865! It was against the law. There was no way in hell I was going to put up with this shit! That's when I made my first mistake. "Bitch, you must be out of your fucking mind!" I shouted. Then I made the second, almost fatal mistake. I tried to grab her. I saw her raise her hand. Before I could react, a Tazer hit me. Right in the nuts. I fell to the floor, in too much pain to holler. Throwing up and rolling on the ground. I felt a boot on my throat slowly cutting off my air. I looked up into the face of Death. There was no expression on her face. I knew I was going to die. As they say, I saw my life flash before my eyes. It was a pitiful sight. My mind shouted "Please God, if you let me live, I'll do better. Don't let me die like this!" I finally passed out. I don't know how much later I woke up. I was in a room with lots of lights. From what I could tell I was attached to a "X" type cross brace. Leather cuffs held my hands and feet. I felt a gag in my mouth; it felt like a Dick! I also felt something uncomfortable in my anus. It felt very large in my virgin hole. I also had a stiff collar around my neck, like the Paramedic's use for accident victims. I could not move my head or neck. My head was strapped in place. I could also feel something pulling on my nipples an on the head of my pecker. I surely wasn't going anywhere. I heard a voice from out of range of my vision. The soft voice said. "Boy you really fucked up. Mistress is seething. I haven't seen her this pissed off in a long time. You really aren't going to have a good time. My advice to you is that you better be the perfect slave. Because if you don't you aren't leaving here alive. It took all Mistress's willpower to keep from crushing your larynx and letting you suffocate. One more fuck up and they'll use you for a body part donor. Understand the Mistress takes no prisoners. You either leave here the perfect slave, or you leave in a body bag. It's your choice. Think long and hard. Is it better to be a slave or dead? Because if you piss off the mistress again, you'll be dead". I heard footsteps walking away. Whoever it was, was wearing high heals. I thought about the advice the voice had given. Remembering the look on Mistress's face when her foot was on my throat was enough to convince me that all that was said was true. I also thought about my life, as it flashed before my eyes. I also remembered my promise to God. I realized I deserved every rotten thing that happened to me. I decided if I was going to be a slave, I was going to be the best. I would make it up to my mistress and make her proud. "That was the turning point," said Becky. "After that I did everything I was told to do without question. No matter how nasty or distasteful, I did it. It didn't take long for my trainers to realize how hard I was trying. At first I think they thought I was trying to bullshit them, waiting for a chance to escape. But they did several tests to see. They would leave keys where I could get them or left me alone in a room with a phone, just to see how I would react. I of course ignored the keys and the phone and continued on with my duties. After several of these tests, the trainers asked me why I had changed my attitude. I explained about the voice and the realization what a despicable individual I was and how I deserved what was happening to me." "A short time later I was led to the Mistress's office. I fell to my knees in front of her with my head bowed as I had been taught. I was expecting to be beaten or shocked or even killed. But Mistress did none of those things." She spoke in a quiet voice. "Slave look at me." I slowly raised my eyes to hers. Her green eyes were sparkling and alive. Not like the last time I saw them. She said "I've been getting good reports on you. The trainers say you are trying hard. That they have laid several traps for you, but you haven't fallen into them. That you told them that you deserved all that was happening to you. That you admitted what a rotten person you were in your other life." " Is that true. She questioned. "Yes Mistress". I replied again looking at the floor. "I am getting what I deserve" The Mistress clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "This puts a different spin on this situation. You were sent here to be punished for your treatment of others, especially women. It was also to try to let you see the error of your ways. However you've already done that. You still need to be punished, but maybe we can make a useful person of you after all. And maybe not be as harshly as planned." "The original plan was for you to become a very masculine she male slave and that your penis and testicles be removed leaving you neither male nor female, but an IT. But now maybe we can make you a pretty feminine she male. We may also make use of your education. But you have to earn everything you get. There will be no gifts. That was one of your biggest problems. You never had to work for anything. It was either given to you or because of your IQ came easy. You must prove yourself every step of the way. Understand Becky". "At first I didn't understand who Becky was. Then it came to me that I was Becky." I wasn't going to be an IT. I was going to be a feminine she male. I wasn't sure what all that included, but it sure beat the alternative. I then thanked Mistress and asked for permission to leave. She said that I could. But also said "Becky remember. Any slip-ups and we can revert to the original plan. I know that you don't want that to happen. A lot of people aren't going to like this change of plans, but I think you've earned it. Now return to your duties." As I did so, I wondered who all those people are. It would be hard to guess. I had pissed off so many people. But that wasn't important now. Not disappointing my mistress was the only thing that mattered. Becky stretched on the bed and went on after a drink of soda "Things changed from there. I was put on a controlled hormone regimen. While softening my features, growing breasts and relocating my body fat, they did not effect my penis size or operation. I also had many plastic surgeries. Facial reshaping, tracheal shave, vocal cord shortening, removal of two lower ribs, liposuction, and breast implants. I was able to have the breast implants removed after the hormones kicked in. They say your breasts are usually the size of your moms. My mother has big tits. So that's probably where they came from. I rather like them. I got the nipple rings as a Christmas present from Mistress a few years ago." "But the turning point came during the attack that you fought off. I was upstairs working in the administration office, as kind of a trustee. I had more freedom than most of the other slaves, but still had some restrictions. When the shooting started, I was scared to death. I remembered Mistress was in her office. When she shut the door it was soundproof. I tried to call her on the intercom, but the phones were dead. I ran down the hall toward her office. I got there right as one of the goons was pushing her down the hallway. I snack up behind him and nailed him with one of the crystal ducks that were sitting on the hall table. He was out for the count. Mistress turned, when she saw who it was, she gave me that very special smile of hers. The one that you would do anything to get. She said. "I so glad I changed my mind about you! Thanks Becky". Not slave, but Becky. I felt a warm glow all over at her praise. Mistress said "Lets get the hell out of the open and go somewhere safe." "How about the vault?" I asked. "Perfect. That sucker is fire proof, blast proof and smoke proof. But the only problem is that it has to be locked from the outside." said Mistress. I looked her in the eye and said, "We need to protect you Mistress. I'm not important. I'll find somewhere else to hide, don't worry. Just get in please Mistress." I could tell she didn't like it. But she went. Before the door closed she again looked me in the eye and said. "As of this second you are no longer a slave. If you survive you will be free to leave. Go now, Try to hide and be careful!" "I was too busy worrying about staying alive for what Mistress said to sink in. I ran out the back door trying to find some where to hide. I looked up and saw three goons in front of me. Oh shit, I'm in trouble now I thought. I looked up again they were on the ground dead as a doornail. I heard a click behind my head and looked into the barrel of a big pistol. I knew I was done now. Suddenly a knife appeared at his throat and he was dead. That's when I saw you. I knew then, I had found my match. But you rubbed your fingers across my cheek and were gone. I didn't see you again until last night. "I became the administrator of The Training Center, had my name and all the records changed. The male had never existed. I reapplied to the bar as Rebecca Ann Thompson. Even though I not a slave I'm still loyal to Mistress. I love and respect her as a mother figure. But don't tell her I said that or she'll be really pissed. She's very sensitive about her age." Becky then laughed and said, "Speaking of mothers, I saw mine about two years later. Come to find out she was one of the people who arranged for me to be kidnapped. I told you she was big in the women's rights movement. I found out she is a radical feminist and closet lesbian. My father is gay. Their marriage was a front. And it wasn't a torn rubber; my mother was artificially inseminated with my father's sperm. She couldn't stand the thought of having sex with a man, even her husband. No wonder I'm as fucked up as a football bat! She was also one of the ones pissed off about Mistress's change of plan. She wanted to do that shit to her own child. What a bitch!" "Mistress told her she was partially responsible for how I turned out. She ignored me because I was a Male. I guess she was pissed off because she carried me for nine months and didn't get the girl child she wanted. So she decided to get even by having me turned into an IT. Mommy Dearest wasn't happy when Mistress told her those home truths. She stomped out. I figured I'd never see her again." "But about a year later she came back. Mother said she had thought about it and realized what she had done was wrong. Mom asked for my forgiveness. She also said that about six months ago she found lumps in her breasts. She had been taking chemotherapy and radiation treatments. While they helped, she was going in to have a double mastectomy. She wasn't sure how it was going to turn out. She didn't want to die knowing her only child hated her. Mom said things looked different when you were looking the Grim Reaper in the face. Boy could I relate to that! She also said if I couldn't forgive her that she understood. That what she had tried to do to me was unforgivable. I looked deep in her eyes. I could see the pain and the regret in them. My heart melted. She was my mom, no matter what. We talked and got to know each other better. I even went to the hospital when she had surgery. Mistress let me invite her to stay here while she recovered. She came out very well. They got all the cancer. She's back to work. But she does more general legal work now. We call and visit each other all the time. We love to shop too. I still haven't seen my father for years, He and mom divorced while I was in training. No great loss there. He was only a sperm donor anyway." Becky then smiled. "That's my story, the good, the bad, and the ugly. Hope it doesn't run you off! I looked at the beautiful woman in my arms. Becky had come so far. Grown so much. It made me sad that she had to go through all she did. But that was what made her the wonderful person she is. God, I love her. I just hope I'm man enough to keep her. I looked down at her. "I guess I'll keep you. What time is dinner?" I asked. Becky looked shocked. OH SHIT! "Were supposed to be down for dinner in 30 minutes. You know how Mistress gets when you're late. She's still not above taking the whip to my butt. I'll see you in the dining room. Wear a suit. Love ya!" A quick gathering of clothes and a fast kiss and out the door she went. What a woman. CHAPTER 9 WHAT A DAY THIS HAS BEEN. I made in time for dinner with about 30 seconds to spare. I don't think Mistress would take the whip to me, but I'm not taking any chances. With her, You can never tell. Mistress was seated at the head of the table. Becky was seated on her right. My place was across the table from Becky. Mistress gave me that smirk smile when I sat down. She said "Did you enjoy you surprise? I've been waiting for a long time to give it to you. But you insisted on keeping that dreadful woman around. I figured you would catch up with her one day. But this is even better. No alimony, no splitting assets, and no messy divorce. Plus we stand to make a bundle on the two of them at the slave market. The perfect ending to a bad situation. Now you have Becky. But you best remember she is very dear to me. If you hurt her, you'll belong to me. And you really don't want that." I looked Mistress in the eye and said, "That's one thing you'll never have to worry about. She is the most precious thing in my life. I love her with all my heart. Plus she has the finest ass I have ever seen!" Mistress laughed. Becky threw a grape at me. Mistress said, "Children behave yourselves. Were at a grown up dinner table. Don't make me punish you. No matter how much fun it would be." Over a wonderful dinner served by slaves dressed in French Maid Uniforms, we discussed the upcoming training of the new clients. They were still in the beginning stages. But many decisions had to be made. Especially about Samantha. I have been giving it a lot of thought. I really wanted that asshole to suffer. But if we made him look the way I wanted him to, we wouldn't get near as much for him at the slave market. I had to balance revenge against the bottom line. What the hell will make him a pretty slut? I told Mistress " Will make him cute. I want him to have at least DD boobs. And a big round ass. Permanently shortened tendons, big rings in his nipples. Permanent make up. I also want all his teeth pulled. Fit him with some of those special bondage type dentures. The ones that can be locked open or shut. I want Samantha to be the perfect cocksucker. And I want him castrated. As for the bitch, lets give her big boobs, at least EE. I want her waist trained, tendons shortened, and permanent make up. Also big rings in her nipples, clit hood, and the clit itself. Plus five rings on each side that can be locked shut." Mistress smiling said, "Remind me never to get on your bad side. You are a nasty boy when pissed off. All those things are easy enough. Plus they will increase their value at market. It's going to take at least six months to get them completed. How are you gonna explain the bitches absence? Will anyone miss the slut?" "I doubt it. She an orphan with no family. She also has few, if any friends. I figure it's because she tried to fuck their husbands. I'll wait 90 days then file for divorce saying that she ran off with some stud. Anyone knowing what a slut she is will believe it." I answered. Mistress looked at Becky. "What do you think? You're our legal expert." She asked. Becky looked thoughtful. "That might work. But it will take longer and has more risks. Do you have any life insurance on her? If you do then we can stage an accident with a cadaver taking her place. We can probably find one for homeboy too. That way there are no loose ends, and you can collect the insurance. All we have to do is switch the dental records and put some of her jewelry on the body for you to identify. Send the bodies straight to the crematory. Bingo. End of story." Said Becky. I looked at her. That girl is really something else. Beauty and brains too. Plus a real devious mind to go with it. I remembered that Mistress said Becky handled all her special projects. Now I understand why. After dinner we retired to the library for after dinner drinks. It was nice to be waited on hand and foot. Becky and I might have to get slaves of our own. I caught Mistress looking at me. Looking thoughtful, she asked "What would you think about moving Daddy's business out here when he retires. We're going to be partners and this way, it will cut overhead and make it easier to manage. Plus you will have access to the armory and range. We would keep a small office in the city for interviews and such and use one of those mail-forwarding services. And I get increased security and someone who is experienced living on site. Plus you and Becky can live in the house and she can manage both business." I looked at Becky and asked, "Are you okay with that? It will be more work on you. But there really isn't much to the business, except taking care of the money. I wouldn't mind it myself. I like having all these free servants." Becky looked at me. She said, "I like the idea myself. If Andrew moves it will also help cover his tracks. Plus I'm not comfortable leaving Mistress and trying to train someone else to take my place. It doesn't take all my time, as it is to run this. After I set up the books on my system it should be fairly easy. Just so Mr. Summer understands that the slaves are for domestic work. Because if he forgets, he could become an IT really easily". Mistress looked at me and laughed. "Andrew, I think Becky is gonna make you walk a tight line. Daddy said that whenever we could come to an agreement that he wanted to retire. He said Aruba was calling him." "Lets get it going. The sooner, the better". I replied." I'll have to hire someone to take over my job as operations manager and second in command. I have one or two people in mind. I'll contact them and see if they're interested. I may add a couple of my professionals to supplement the guard force and to act as training cadre. We may have to reevaluate the security and maybe build some guest cottages for the new folks to live in. I'm sure you don't want all those people in the main building. We'll have to keep the two businesses as separate as possible. Only those with the need to know, will." I told Mistress, "You know one of them. Your cousin Jay Edwards. I knew him in the SEALS. He's the one who told me to contact your father about a job. He's about to retire and called awhile back. He's very good at organization and he's a hell of a warrior. He'd be perfect for the operations manager." Mistress got a funny look on her face, like she just bit into a lemon. She almost whispered, "Jay is not my cousin. His father was a old friend of my dad's. He spent a lot of time at our house when we were children. He always called my dad "Uncle Bill". But we are not related in any way. I won't presume to tell you whom to hire, but if you do, I expect you to keep him away from me. Is that understood? I do not want to see his face. At all". I looked at Mistress with some surprise. "If it will bother you to have him around, I won't hire him. But he is very good at his job. But if I can find someone else as qualified I'll hire him instead." I answered. "If that's all the business for tonight, I'd like to take this beautiful lady to my room and make love to her till the wee hours of the morning." I took Becky's hand and helped her from the sofa. After our good nights to Mistress, we walked hand and hand to my room. CHAPTER 10 A NIGHT TO REMEMBER We barely made it our room before clothes started coming off. Becky had her tongue halfway down my throat before I even got her to the bed. Clothes flew like paper in a tornado. I still can't get over her body. Every part perfect. Plus she has that something extra in her panties. It doesn't get any better than this. Becky quickly had my cock in her mouth, working her magic. After about five minutes of pleasure/pain, she stopped and looked at me. She asked, "Did you mean what you said about this being an equal partnership? Because if you did, Its my turn to fuck you." She said with a sly smile. I sure I looked rather shocked. Man she has a 9-inch cock! And I was defiantly an anal virgin. I asked, "Are you sure you can do it without ripping me in half with that monster of yours?" She laughed and said, "Remember I'm not a virgin in this department either. I know you're tight in that hole. I'd never do anything to hurt you. But to be truthful it might be a little uncomfortable at first till your whole stretches. But the pleasure once you get past the discomfort is worth it. I'll go slowly and if I think it's hurting you to bad I'll stop. But remember, No pain, no gain!" I should have been playing closer attention to what she said instead of being distracted by her chest. I didn't catch the "I'll decide if it hurts too bad" went right past me. So tonight was going to be a night to remember. She said, "You need to get on all fours in the middle of the bed." After I complied, she got behind me and began to run those sweet lips all over my ass. Top to bottom, side to side. She then ran her tongue up and down my crack, swirling it around my puckered hole. Then she ran it inside. In and out, up and down, round and round. I had never felt anything like this before. My cock got hard enough to cut stone. I said, "Damn baby! You gonna make me cum in about two seconds if you keep that up. She laughed and reached into the drawer for some lube. She also brought out a dildo about 8 inches long and about 2 inches in diameter. She began to rub the lube into my asshole. I asked her, "You're not planning on sticking that dildo in my butt are you? That motherfucker is gonna hurt! I tried to get up but height and leverage were on her side. She held my shoulders with her knees. Pulling my hands above my head, she hooked my wrist into padded leather restraints that somehow mysteriously appeared at the corners of the headboard before I