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Caught in the Movies By holly It was a simple plan, I had noticed that the papers were full of adds for movie producers looking for "fresh new faces" for an "art" film. I had also learned that many of these films were really amateur attempts and so the production values were not that difficult to achieve. After careful thought, I decided to "make one of these films" and set about my plan to make myself the star, or more accurately the male lead to a fem-dom movie. I went to my collection of stories and fantasies and began to build a plot and screen play. In reality, it was a very sketchy outline of what I was looking for. Guy taken by dominant women, guy stripped and bound, guy transformed into she- male sex slave to dominant women, guy now gal. I decided I would need at least two women with experience and their own costuming and after a few more details were nailed down, placed my ad. Nothing much happened for the first two weeks and then I got the first phone call. I made arrangements to meet her in a public place to convince her that this was not a put on and took a copy of my script. We met at a diner near my place and I showed her the script. She was slightly taller than I was, with long black hair and a fairly nice figure. She was wearing spandex tights that left nothing to the imagination and 4" heels, which forced her legs into a well-rounded and sexy pose. I explained to her the intention to shoot the film over several days, maybe a weekend if the rest of the cast agreed and let her read the script. She was quiet for a long time then said to me that she doubted that I could find an actor willing to agree to the part that I had written. I told her that I already had one willing to do the part and a back up if necessary. She indicated that she would be willing to be one of the women and wanted to know which one I would cast her as. As I said, she was taller than I and very well formed with full and rounded breasts. For my plan to work, I would have to cast her as the Dominant, and told her as much. She seemed pleased and indicated that she could bring her own materials and equipment if that would help. I told her that it would be best for her to work with what she was comfortable with and after another hour of talk I left with her phone number, a list of items that she felt she would need to carry out the scenes and a promise to contact her within the week with a shooting date and place. When I left I headed for my post office box and the store. I knew that I would have little time to pull this together now that it was started. In the box were several fat packages, which I fished out and began to open. As the first one opened, I realized I wanted to review these in the privacy of my home rather than the middle of the Post office. Returning home via the store, I had a full bag of "goodies" and the packages to review. The first contained a series of pictures of a luscious woman in various poses dressed in leather, boots, and wielding various whips and devices against a helpless victim/slave. Her resume indicated that she had been in a number of films and was able to provide most of her own equipment and costumes, assuming that it was needed. I found myself already expanding the movie to a two dominant woman part. The second package was even better than the first. As I looked over the photo series, there were two women in various poses, one dominant and the other submissive. The submissive appeared to be my height and had small but well- defined breasts, well shaped legs and was slightly full figured. The dominant was very much like the other with a variety of costumes and equipment showing in the pictures. If possible, I would like to get them all. This would certainly make the film, and my experience that much better. I called them from my cellphone and made arrangements to meet with both of them at the same place I had met with the first woman. That diner would soon get tired of me bringing in these gorgeous women, but I doubted it would be today. When they arrived an hour later, I discovered that they knew each other. Not surprising I guessed given the small community that they came from. The submissive was wearing a tight fitting dress that held her legs close together past her knees. I was latter told that she also was wearing a chastity belt which forced plugs in both her pussy and ass. I realized something was going on when I noticed that she couldn't sit perfectly still for any length of time. I would later learn this was due to the plugs vibrating within her body. The discussion went much along the lines of the first one with the three of them agreeing to do the film for a "piece of the action". I had hopes that this would come together as I had planned. That night I made some notes to that effect and called the first woman to tell her we were close to a shooting date and fill her in so to speak. We agreed to meet again at her place to discuss final details and I was to bring the set details for her. I arrived at the appointed time in a fairly nice part of the city and knocked on the door. She answered and invited me in. The house was tastefully appointed with not a hint of her proclivities to the more bizarre forms of bondage and discipline. As I stepped into the next room, I was greeted by the others sitting on the couch waiting for me. As it turned out they all knew each other. The submissive was there also, but quiet as a mouse. She had little choice with the gag and head harness tightly strapped over her head. I noted that she also had high heels and an ankle strap that prevented her feet from separating more than a foot. Her hands were in mittens that had no fingers and were strapped down just past her wrist preventing any attempt at removing them. I showed the others the set ideas and a list of equipment that I had already and they each glanced at it for several minutes before I was asked where the shoot was. I didn't know what to answer, since I expected to do this at my house under some pretext about loosing my studio. They were pros though and wanted the details. I said nothing at first and they determined that I didn't have any place in mind. They again asked to see my script and the details and I handed them a copy, which they opened and began reviewing again. Moments later the two dominants excused themselves and went to the kitchen with the script in hand. I didn't think anything of it until I heard an annoyed sounding voice come from the kitchen. They were having a heated discussion and I heard one of them say. "Well if that's the way you want it, then let's do it..." When they returned, I was told that they might be able to rent a studio for a few days depending on what the expectations were. After giving them my phone number, they said they would call me with the address once it was confirmed. Two days later I got the phone call with the address and a time to meet with the agent. Everything seemed normal until I reached the area of town that the studio was in. I was surprised by the isolation and then realized that this might work to my advantage later. The building was a large warehouse looking thing with cargo doors at one end and a storefront appearance facing a parking lot and the street. I went in to the office and was told by the receptionist behind the counter that they were waiting for me in "studio D". As I walked into the room, the lights were dim and I couldn't see anyone there, I called out to them and one of the women told me that they were over to my left. A bright light came on and then she was behind me now and I felt her grab both my arms at my wrists. The move was sudden and as I tried to move to struggle out of her grasp, she held my wrists firmly and pushed them to the middle of my back. The pain was instantaneous. I stopped struggling for a moment as Vanessa quickly wrapped a piece of rope around my ankles effectively hobbling my steps. The third one was now doing the same to my wrists and I soon found myself bound hand and foot. Though I thought about saying something, the suddenness of the whole thing made me hesitate. I was pushed and forced to a pole that was in the center of the room. It was festooned with all manner of shackles and straps and then I realized I had seen this same pole used in several of the pictures that had been presented to me for consideration. I finally got my senses back enough to ask them just what they thought they were doing, this had not been part of the deal. Dawn told me that they had discovered my plan from the notes that I had left in the script. She told me that not only was this really what I wanted, but that they were more than willing to oblige me since they also felt there might be a market for the resulting video. I looked around and finally saw the cameras that had been tucked into several parts of the "dungeon". They then told me that it was time to get me "ready for my debut" as a male transvestite slave, starting with stripping my clothes from my body. It took them very little time to get me totally naked and to my surprise I found that my cock was very firm, even in these most bizarre circumstances. "We need to make certain you get everything you want, and we get everything we need for the film, so we are going to hook you up to our porno lie-detector to make certain." As she said this, they were wrapping a tight band with some wires attached behind my balls. When they finished, it was like wearing a cock ring. The wires were connected to a machine that had a bunch of pens on it just like in the movies. Another band with wires was wrapped about my chest and then they took a plug shaped gag and forced this into my mouth. Like the others, it also had wires coming from it, which were connected to the machine. They then took a square patch and tried to stick it to my chest, but because of my hair it would not stay put. Their solution was to bring out a razor and shave the patch of skin and then it stuck just fine. This I was told was a "galvanic skin response pad". A second patch was stuck to my forehead and finally a third to my wrist. When they turned the machine on, the pens started to jump around tracing a series of wavy lines down the page. Vanessa made some notes on the side and for the next few minutes nothing else happened. I was told they needed a "baseline" to determine truth from lie. I was then told that I would see a series of pictures and my response to these would be measured. I didn't have to worry about trying to say anything, they would know what my feelings were. The lights dimmed until the only light was above me and in front coming from a projection screen. I later realized it was a TV. The first series of pictures were of a nude man in various poses. The impression was of a gay man showing off. I noticed that my cock, which I didn't think could, was already shrinking from a feeling of disinterest. Apparently, the machine showed the same thing since the next series was of a nude woman. She was attractive, but thin. She was followed by another woman who was more full figured and so it went through the various body types from thin to obese and finally to sloppy fat. Then there were sequences of women fucking men, men fucking women and women fucking other women. The scenes becoming more and more kinky as the test progressed. I was fully into the show when the images changed to women and then men bound and subjected to various types of sexual "torture". The bondage changed again to both men's and women's bodies being tightly wrapped in latex outfits, plastic wrap, plaster, covered in mud, and all manner of strange concoctions. I found myself wondering deep in the back of my head where all these video sequences had come from. The last sequences were of men in female clothing followed by women forcing men into female clothing, and then appearing to change men into women. When the lights came back on, I was covered with sweat and my cock was so rigidly hard that it hurt. As I looked at them, it was apparent that they also had been affected by the pictures, the last thing I saw on the screen was myself bound as I was. This had to be from one of the many cameras around the room. It had the desired effect and I found myself very excited, even though I had no idea what they were going to do to or with me. As they disconnected the wires and pads from my skin, Vanessa said "Well it's pretty much as we expected. We need to get started on this film if we are going to make the deadline. You have signed the required release of course?" she asked looking into my eyes. "Well it makes no difference to the legal types if the signature is obtained before or after." The lights intensified and the monitor facing me showed my bound body from a number of directions and angles. This studio or dungeon or whatever was very well equipped. "Well, according to the script, we will first have to clean you up a bit then we start the conversion. Since I really don't want to look at your face as it is, we will start with the hood. I think we will leave the cock restraint on you just to keep your interest." She produced a tight flesh colored latex hood, which was lightly dusted with powder. Before she pulled this over my head though, she fitted small earphones into each ear covering them with some kind of putty, put clear plastic covers over my eyes, and spread a white cream on my cheeks, jaw, neck and around my mouth. The gag prevented me from tasting any of it and she then pulled the tight latex hood down over my face. There were several moments of panic as the latex first covered then opened over my nose and mouth. The last few inches it slid into place aided by the cream that was covering my lower face. There were two small holes that permitted me to see. I also realized that they wanted me to be able to see with the hood on. After adjusting the hood for several minutes, making all the lines tight and fitted, she began to apply make up to the surface, painting a female face over the latex covering mine. She finished this with bright red lips painted over the latex covering the gag in my mouth. "Much better" I heard her say in the tiny earphones in my ear. I could not hear anything else, it was as if I were floating in a soundless place. "Now to clean you up." I watched as I realized they were preparing a blender in front of me. A wheeled cart was also brought into view. I realized that they were going to play out several scenes from the script that I had given them. These were parts I had never tried before and didn't know what would happen. Sweat started to form on my brow as I realized the implications. I was unshackled from the pole and found myself being forced onto a chair like device with straps at my wrists, ankles and knees designed to hold my legs apart and my arms immobile. The seat had also been modified, resembling a toilet seat with no center and a cut out in the front. As I was forced into the seat, a strap was pulled around my waist holding my ass in the seat and forcing my ass cheeks apart. She went to the counter and retrieved a large silver cylinder and then slid a bullet shaped plunger into the tube and, holding it close to my face, lubricated it generously. While she did this her partners finished binding my feet into shoes that had to have at least 4 inch heels on them and these were then bound to the base of the chair putting a strain on my calves and elevating my legs so that my ass was now completely exposed from below. Once the leader had finished her lubrication of the cylinder, she tilted the chair back and with deliberate force, pushed the tube into my ass. The pain was only seconded by the feeling of overwhelming fullness. "You are too full. We will have to clean you out before we can go any further." So far this was sounding like the dialog I had written in the script and I knew what was supposed to happen next. My attention was drawn to the counter where I saw a kitchen blender and some other items. Taking the lid off the blender, she first put a quarter cup of dish detergent into the blender turning it a cloudy white. This was followed by two glycerin suppositories, and then filled nearly to the top with hot water. She then turned it on creating a thick foam and filling the room with the lemon scent of the detergent. She took a large clear bucket with a hose leading from the bottom and emptied the hot contents into the container. When she approached me, I began to squirm and buck, grunting through the gag filling my mouth. "You don't like your enema?" I shook my head as best I could. "No problem, let me fix that for you." She then poured another pitcher of warm water into the bucket. On the outside thermometer I could see that it was still 110 degrees. I still tried to stop her, but this time she looked at me and said "I really don't think you can take that much inside you. But I will add just a little more to satisfy your needs." She then took a Fleet Enema bottle and emptied its contents into the bucket. I realized that she was going to empty the full contents of the bucket into my bowels and as I felt the first pressure of the nozzle against my ass I tried to fight her. The nozzle was designed to penetrate and as it did I could sense that something was very different with this nozzle. It has a flexible center, which could be extended into my body, while it had an inflatable cuff to seal my ass. I felt the interior bulb fill with air and seal my anus. Then I felt another bulb just outside my butt also fill. I was sealed on both sides. She positioned the bucket in front of me so that I could see it empty into my body and gauge the filling effect. She then elevated it two feet above my head and turned the valve. Because of the higher temperature, I could feel it enter my body almost immediately. Just as fast, I felt a slight burning as the soapsuds began to scrub the interior of my bowel of the refuse that had collected there. When the flow seemed to slow, she would simply push the center tube further into my body calling out the number of inches it was within me. When she had reached 18 inches inside my body, she then began to elevate the bucket even further until it was over three feet above my ass. When the bucket was finally empty, she disconnected the center tube from the bucket and closed the stopper plugging my butt while she starting a clock. My bowels were heaving and I had to get rid of the corruption she had created. Nothing I did could make it less painful or more comfortable. When the bell went off finally, she decided I was ready and opened the stopper on the large center tube. This she had run to a special drain under the chair so that there was no smell from the combination of enema and crap. For the next 15 minutes the enema flowed through the tube to the drain. The relief from the pressure was almost orgasmic by this time, as sweat had begun flowing from my face and body. Once emptied of the enema, she again attached the hose to the bucket and filled it with clear water, which she again drained into my body. When the bucket was empty, she would attach the tube to the drain in the floor and empty my body out. She told me that this 'power flush' was intended to get all the soap and other enema effects out of my tormented bowel as well as clean out any residue. After doing this several times, I did notice that there was no further pain or discomfort. In order to confirm this she again took the silver cylinder and, after removing the plug in my butt, she again rammed the cylinder into my ass and inspected the results. She left the cylinder in place a few moments as the remaining water was drained to the holding tank under the floor. I was then released from the chair and positioned again by the pole. She told me to put my arms in front of me and stand still. As I did this, she re-fastened the cuffs about my wrists. These were then attached to a wooden rod, which held them three feet apart. This rod was attached to a cord from the ceiling, which she used to raise my arms above my head. When I began to struggle, she first stroked my cock then squeezed it reminding me of the ring that caused an intense erection to begin. Because of its constriction, the blood entered, but did not leave. She told me that unless I settled down, my cock would go numb and never receive pleasure. She then told me that I had a choice to make, I could choose the next part of the session. She held a lemon scented cream to my nose, then a strawberry scented one, then a menthol scented one that smelled familiar. I later realized that it was like the shaving cream I used. She told me to pick one. And then she held them up again. I decided that I didn't want to smell like strawberries, and I didn't want to be chilled by the menthol, so I picked the lemon. I would later discover that this was a powerful depilatory cream. I felt her take handfuls of cream and begin to massage them into my chest. Her hands slid over my shoulders and down my chest. As she worked the warmed cream into my body she massaged my muscles. She worked the cream into every part of my chest and back but avoided my armpits, sliding down my sides instead. As she continued to massage in the cream, the tingling continued to the point where I began to wonder just what was going on. She began to work on my legs starting at the hip and slowly and deliberately working to my calves and feet. To my greatest surprised she slowly insinuated her hand into the cleft of my ass, I could not help but begin to react. I could feel my cock inflate with desire and this was not in any way lessened by her ministrations. As she did this I felt another pair of hands move down my legs finishing at my feet. I realized these must belong to the one of the other women who had grabbed me from behind when I first entered that room. As she worked down my body she finally reached my groin and I knew that she would do something. What happened then was something unexpected. From both sides, I felt a heavy cream spread over my crotch. In a matter of minutes, I could not feel anything on my groin as the heavy cream insulated any sensation from my skin. When she had finished they spread the cream on my arms and worked the scented cream into the muscles and into and over each finger. She then attached a spreader bar to my ankles holding them about three feet apart. I was nearly immobile now with my arms above my head. I felt her put a tight strap around the base of my cock behind my balls. She tightened it slightly and then attached another strap on the shaft in front of my balls. This was connected to the first in such a way as to separate my balls into two tight globes. Once she was satisfied, she told me that my cock was hers for the rest of my life. She then took a soft thick cream and began massaging my shaft. Predictably, my cock inflated even further, I discovered that my balls grew heavier and my cock became harder than it had ever been before. "Now that we have your attention, I have a few special plans in mind for you. First, they do not include you receiving any direct relief, so I am putting a sheath on your cock. I think you will fully appreciate the affect." My skin was alive and tingling when she finally moved so that I could see. I found myself looking at a reflection in the mirror. I was covered from head to toe in a foamy yellow cream, except for my underarm and crotch, which were covered in a thick white cream. As I stood with my arms suspended from the spreader bar and my feet apart, I looked at myself and then at the woman, now dominatrix, and her assistant. My domme was wearing a severe black and violet corset that displayed her figure to real advantage both constricting and shaping her body and supporting her voluptuous breasts. She wore moderately heeled boots, which rose to her knees and a leather hair band pulled her blonde brown hair back showing off her green eyes. Her assistant was similarly dressed in a severe corset that covered her from just below her breasts to engulf tightly her pussy. Her boots had higher more restrictive heels and the restraints at her knees, neck and the leather half hood and head harness she wore convinced me that she was the slave belonging to the other domme. At this moment I noticed that she also wore surgical gloves and these were covered with the scented yellow foam. The domme directed her to me and had her stroke my legs with her rubber gloved hands. I noticed that they traced an odd pattern in the foam and had I realized what the foam was, I would have known that it was indicative of the hair being chemically stripped from my body. After several more minutes and her "testing" other parts of my body, she was satisfied and had the maid bring over a tray which held several razors and a bowl of very hot water. She selected a ladies razor and after dipping the razor in the water, she began to shave my underarm. She did so with a degree of efficiency that belied what was happening and in very short order these delicate areas were clear of foam and hair. She then moved to my crotch and, warning me not to move, began to strip the hair from my balls and cock. "I think I will leave the 'bikini line' for now, I have other plans in mind for that." she commented to me in a matter of fact tone. I knew what the bikini area was, but could not imagine what she would be doing there. That was when she told me the truth about the lemon scented yellow foam. "The 'Nair' should have done its job by now. Pricilla will clean you off, while I get the next part ready." The slavemaid moved me closer to the shower and then into the generous space. With a washcloth and showerhead on a hose, she began to remove my covering of Nair revealing a completely nude body. When she was done, there was only a "V" shaped strip of hair left at my crotch framing my hairless cock and balls against my equally hairless legs. After spraying me over to remove any further residue, she then lightly toweled me dry. Well mostly dry, there was a slight dampness to my skin. Then she led me back to the other room. This was the first time I had seen it, it was set up like a classic dungeon with a "X" frame, rack and other manner of restraining and torturing device. I was lead to a padded table and assisted to lie on top on my back. The spreader bar holding my arms was attached to the head of the table and my legs were then bound wide apart to the foot of the table in stirrups. As they did this I tried to look at what they were about and caught the incongruity of my crotch framed with the two small strips of hair. "I see you have noticed our little problem. You are all nice and clean except for that area. We call it the bikini line. Do you know why?" I did, but with a gag firmly implanted in my mouth, I certainly wasn't in a position to tell her that. "When you wear a bikini, that area is exposed. Did you know that women also have errant hairs in that area? Well we do and do you know how we get rid of them?" As she spoke the slavemaid arrived with a tray containing several items including a small pot and some cloth strips. "Well you are going to get your first 'hot wax'." I tried to get up from the table, I didn't want anything 'hot' put on that particular area of my body, but my struggles were in vain and to further make the point, a wide belt was strapped over my stomach just above the top of the offending hair. She took a small ladle and began spreading the heated wax on the hair working very deliberately. As an area was covered she would then push the cloth strip into the wax and add more to be sure that it was fully saturated before she let it cool. Then the moment I dreaded, she took one of the exposed edges of the cloth and yanked suddenly pulling the strip off my body along with the hair that had become enmeshed in the wax. Though I screamed out, all that was heard was a muffled groan. This process continued until she had removed all the remaining hair from my body and my skin was a bright and burning pink. "That hair will not grow back for some time now!" she said with a smugness before the slave girl stroked me to full and painful erection within the sheath again. She then placed a tight ring just behind the head of my cock and cinched this down painfully. It had several small rounded studs on its surface. As I watched, the domme unlocked a strap in the rear of the corset that the slave was wearing and exposed her pantied pussy and ass. As I watched, she bound the slavemaid onto a second spreader bar at her hands and then came over and re- attached my arms to links at the side of the table I was on. The head of the table was then lowered so that I was at an angle to the floor and the headrest below my head was removed. My head fell and I found myself looking at her corseted crotch upside down. The maid was then pulled into the air above me and her feet were guided to either side of my head. I looked up to see her pantied crotch just over my face. "Now for your first lesson in eating pussy. You will now remove and eat her panties." the domme directed as she lowered the maid to my face. Fortunately for me, her feet touched down on two platforms so that she didn't totally crush my head, but my face was engulfed in her scent and the stickiness of the panties. These were edible undies. I had heard of them, but never seen any before. At the same time the maid was bent forward to do service to her mistress. For many long minutes I nibbled and chewed tasting the combination of the sweet candied panties mixed with her feminine juices. As her mistress approached her climax, the maid forced herself against my face and mouth trying to achieve the same. As I tried to satisfy her, I discovered that there was something in her delicate pussy. She had a tiny rings holding her pussy lips closed. My tongue could not penetrate it and so I worked on her clitoris and the area surrounding her closed vagina. She, like me, had been stripped of all hair on her crotch. Between her spasming legs, I could hear the mistress reach her orgasm and the grunting and moaning of the maid also. When she was done, the domme moved away and left the maid to try and achieve her orgasm without the added stimulation of her mistress manipulating her full and round breasts. I could hear her begging for relief and by this time I had eaten away nearly all the panties. The mistress raised her slightly against her protests as she tried to push harder upon my face. She was now grinding against my nose and lips trying to achieve the climax that she needed. Finally she shrieked and I felt her legs come closed surrounding my head entirely. I couldn't breath as she struggled to relieve her sexual tension. Even with her pussy held closed, the flow of juices flooded past the tiny rings and covered my face nearly drowning me in her passion. My cock was beyond feeling throbbing in time with my rapid pulse. I again returned to the chair that they had used before. This I noticed had some additional features now. As before the seat was like that of an institutional styled toilet seat with the front of the ring open. I was forced into a sitting position and as before the pressure of my body on the seat tended to spread my ass slightly. The opening in the front fully exposed my cock with its sheath. The back of the seat had been replaced with a narrower one and slightly reclined. As I was forced into the seat, my arms were bound behind me to cuffs behind the seat back, and my elbows were drawn together by a strap, which forced my chest to arch out. My feet were bound to the 4" platforms, which again put a strain on my calves. So far this was just like before. Next came additional straps at my waist, thighs and neck holding my body now rigidly to the seat. Even through the latex hood I could see that they were up to something as a cart was wheeled in front of me. All I could do was watch as they began to prepare the device that was on the cart. At the base was a small motor that drove a large wheel. This was attached through a rod to a larger rod with a threaded top. I watched as they fitted a dildo to the threaded section and began to adjust the push rod at the base. By changing the hole that this rod was attached to, it was possible to control the range of motion of the dildo. As it moved up and down, it became apparent to me what they had in mind. They measured several times and made more adjustments until this mechanical monster was moving up and down a full 5". They then attached a clear tube to the base of the dildo and this was attached to a plunger like device next to the motor. Each time the wheel went around, the plunger was ratcheted up a notch. When it reached fully extended, it would suddenly release driving the plunger down into the cylinder. This was further attached to a container filled with a thick white cream which I was told through my earphones was a combination of hormones and other special fluids to help my conversion. They let it run through a complete cycle until the white cream appeared at the end of the dildo which was smeared all over the thing to act as a lubricant. Now satisfied with the adjustments, they lowered the device below my seat and I felt the dildo head against my ass. They then adjusted it until, when fully retracted, it remained just inside my body. After making sure that it was still working properly, they turned the motor on a slow speed and it began to screw me relentlessly. I felt it slide up my ass and deeper and deeper into my violated body. I was powerless to stop it as it filled me. Finally I felt it begin to retract and could get an idea of just how far into me it went. I felt shame and pleasure as it moved in and out. As the plunger began its climb to the end, I noticed that the dildo began to move a little faster. At the end of each stroke I felt a slight pressure deep inside me causing my cock to become even harder; I later realized it was bumping against my prostate at that moment as it sent an almost electric impulse into me. A few minutes later, the plunger reached the end of its travel and I felt the sudden gush of the warm cream fill my bowels. It was a strange feeling as it both excited and embarrassed me. I had been violated by a machine. The cream provided lubrication as it continued to saw in and out of my ass for the next hour. I lost count how many times it ejected the thick cream into my abused ass. When they had deemed that I had enough, they left the dildo in my ass fully imbedded for another long time to ensure that the liquid had been mostly absorbed before it was removed. Before the next torture, they fed me through the hole in the gag. Because it went past my tongue I could not tell what it was. I was told however that it was a low residue high protein supplement. I was not told that it also contained powerful aphrodisiacs and hormones to continue the conversion. I discovered this much later when I got to see the finished film with myself as the star and in typical fashion there was a voice over of Vanessa "thinking it". "We will need to keep you occupied while the transformation takes place, so we are going to wrap you up for a while", the voice was matter of fact, and I found myself with my arms bound over my head standing in a pool of light. I realized that the cameras must still be rolling and this too would be part of the "film". Starting at my ankles, she wrapped me tightly from ankle to hip in clingy plastic wrap. From my own experiments, I could tell she was using a large amount on each leg, layer after layer until I could not bend my knee. This was done by using a crisscross pattern over my knees, both above and below. With my legs wrapped, the tight high heels forced my calves to expand into the tight plastic layers putting more pressure on them. To make sure that everything stayed in place, she then took a few wraps around and through the shoes to ensure that they stay on my feet. Satisfied that each leg was inflexible, she removed the spreader bar from my legs and sealed the bottom with more plastic. She then brought my legs together and started wrapping me mummy style from my toes to my hips. My legs were then wrapped with a full size roll with my legs tightly together. When she was finished, I looked like a plastic covered mummy, wrapped from the hips down. The tightness was absolute and I was totally immobile. At this point it was nearly impossible for me to balance on the heels and I wanted this to be over as quickly as possible. My cock was rock hard and throbbing. She took some lotion and spread this in the cleft of my ass to make the probe move more easily and then she began to wrap my groin both above and below my cock so that I was sealed in plastic from above my waist to my toes but my cock stood clear and uncovered. She again told me that she had other plans for my 'toy'. She pulled my arms higher up stretching me onto the toes of the heels, then began to play with my nipples causing them to get hard. Her efforts were rewarded in my cock as it seemed to grow even harder. I then felt a pain as she attached two small nipple clips to my chest. She tightened them until I was trying to call through the gag, then loosened them slightly. She then spread an adhesive around my nipples and over my breasts, and when it had become tacky, she fitted foam rubber falsies to my chest sealing the nipple clips inside. To ensure that they had the desired effect, she poked one of the foam nipples and I felt the force on the clip below it causing my body to respond. Then she started on my body, using the crisscross pattern again, she did my chest and back to form a base and then wrapped a series of tighter and tighter layers until it felt the way a corset must since I found it hard to breath. As she wrapped she would wait for me to breath out and then pull the next layer over my stomach until it was tight and flat. As I became more tightly confined, she turned the vibrator on that she had imbedded in my ass. She told me that it was on a little remote control and that she could turn it on or off as she liked. My dick responded immediately with an increased pulsing bouncing up and down with each beat of my heart. To prevent defeating her efforts on my breasts, she had cleverly wrapped my chest in a crisscross which had the effect of acting like a 'lift and separate' bra. There were layers over the foam, but they were not tightly compressed. I later found out that she had also put some lotion on the foam so that as the falsies moved under the plastic, they would not get hung up. She then lowered my arms and as before I found that I couldn't move them because of the long period they had been elevated. She detached one and then wrapped it in the plastic from the armpit to my fingers. She paid particular attention to my hands making them smooth and solid. When she was finished, I could not bend my fingers at all. When she finished with one arm, she did the other the same. She then took some lotion and put this in my armpits and then she wrapped my arms tightly to my sides so that it was totally impossible to move them. The lotion had a squishy feeling as I flexed my upper arm. With my pits having no hair, it was a decidedly odd and erotic sensation. Once submerged in layers of plastic or linen, it was impossible to stop the vibrator in my ass or move, and placed me at the mercy of my tormenter. But she wasn't finished yet. She still had my head to do. Before this however, seeing that I was incapable of maintaining any balance control, she tipped me over and lowered me to a soft pad, which I later realized had to be on a wheeled cart since she moved me about at will. Once lying down, the plastic grew even tighter and more immobile, she then removed the blindfold and I looked for the first time into her smoldering eyes. Her full bosom was supported by the tight fabric of the corset, which accentuated her figure dramatically. "Now that I control nearly all of your assets, it is time to finish the job. First I want to be sure you can hear through the earphones." I nodded as best I could since my mouth was still filed with the gag and I really could do little else. She then turned the small Walkman on that was attached to them and I was immersed in the strains of "Bolero" as she began the process of wrapping my head in the tight and clingy plastic. She was careful to keep my nose and mouth clear, but covered everything else in the smooth plastic sealing it against the wrapping on my body. To my surprise she removed the gag in my mouth and then shifted her body so that she was straddling my head with her pussy not inches away from my mouth. "Now I want to you make me cum, to eat and give me pleasure." As she said this she moved her pussy to my mouth and turned the vibrator on high in my ass, and I felt the soft caress of her pubic hair on my nose and then the force of her hand on the back of my head as she guided my face between her legs. My tongue and lips did battle with her rising sexual tension and I was soon rewarded by a head crushing climax as she ground my head against her crotch and crushed me in her quivering legs. I was as excited as she was and she continued to accept my ministrations until she had reached yet another shattering orgasm. The plastic covering my face was covered with the strong heady aroma of her vaginal fluids and the scent filled my nose to the exclusion of all else. My ears were ringing with her excitement. She said that I had done well and after I had licked her clean, she said that there was still more to come. As she said this, she told me to open my mouth. Doing as she directed, I felt the intrusion of the plug shape into my open mouth again and again sealed my lips. With expert ease, she quickly raised me to a state of ecstasy that bordered on sublime. True to her promise, she held me in this state longer than I would have thought possible given my state of arousal. I struggled against the tight confines of the plastic wrapping, the heat inside causing rivulets of perspiration to form and flow down my body. My poor cock was so enraged yet unable to cum. She continued to tease me until I thought I would faint. With my hips struggling to force release, she ignored my efforts until my movements slowed. I was again stood up and she finished sealing my groin in the tight plastic before she finally turned the vibrator off in my ass and left me to the sound of the music in my ear. My nose was filled with her scent and my face felt sticky from hers and the slave's juices inside the plastic covering. I do not know how long I was wrapped on the table, I may have dozed, when I was again aware of things, I was still in the plastic sheath, my nipples ached from the clips on them and my cock was so hard it was numb. I had been alerted by the vibrator again buzzing in my ass and then felt the first effects of the scissors as she began to cut away the plastic. The sudden rush of cold air was startling as my skin, so long denied sensation felt the air again. I was standing once more as the final shreds of the plastic were removed. She bound my arms and legs apart after again blindfolding and gagging me. I could hear her doing something, but could not imagine what it was. Then I felt an ice cold pack placed on my crotch. She told me this would reduce my bodies desire to erect. After too many minutes, my cock and balls were numb and I was only partly aware of her spreading a numbing cream on my shaft. I would later discover this was like the commercial products designed to reduce the feeling making you stay harder longer. She then put the solvent needed to break free the chastity locks and removed the constricting band. As I said before, it was a long time before I could feel anything again and when I did, I discovered she had replaced the absolute chastity band with one that would encourage erection and maintain it. She then removed the blindfold and I realized that above me was a mirror that would permit me to see what she was doing. As I watched she removed the false breast forms and revealed my poor tortured nipples still held in the grip of the screw clamps. She removed these and for a moment my body remained between pain and pleasure. She then took some alcohol wipes and began to bath my breasts and nipples with cool alcohol. It was an odd sensation since they had been locked away for over a day in the foam forms. She then teased one of my nipples into prominence and again bathed it in alcohol placing the nub between the jaws of the tool, she shot the post into place. She then did the other nipple and selected two shiny gold rings, which she then replaced the posts with. I looked in the mirror to see them adorning my nipples. The pain was surprisingly little and I realized that the sensitivity that I felt must be somewhere else. "These rings are locked in place and will only be removed by me, is that clear?" I nodded. She then attached a thin line to the strap around my balls and ran that through a pulley above me. I watched as she selected a small weight and attached it to the other end and let it hang. Immediately I felt the pull on my ball sack. I started to buck, and stopped as fast when the weight started to bob and move with my movements. "You had better lay still, or I will add to the weight and it will pull your balls right off. I am going to remove the gag now, I don't want to hear a word, you will do exactly as you are told or Pricilla will encourage you by playing with the weights." As she said this, Pricilla moved to the other side and placed her cuffed hand near the gently swinging weight. The domme then removed the gag from my mouth and before I could say anything, reminded me that I was to say nothing. "Your transformation will depend on your body's absorption of the hormones and drugs we are using. Since we are limited in how we do this and since you yourself wrote the script for this little film, I am sure you can appreciate the need to keep your ass filled with something that will aid in the transformation. Your ass is now clean of all the shit you had, but it is far too tight to do all that we want, and you need so much 'transformer' in you that we will have to help the process." I felt rather than saw her begin to grease my ass with some form of lubricant as she insinuated first one finger then a second and finally a third. She was reaming me fairly good when she finally was satisfied that I was slippery enough for the next part. She showed me an odd looking plug telling me that it was a butt plug form. It was about seven inches long and an inch or a little more in diameter. I could see a tube coming from it and a large threaded hole in the center. She pointed out the thin latex covering indicating, by blowing into the small tube, that the covering would expand when something was forced into the small tube. Also attached to the tube was a pressure gauge calibrated in numbers from three to ten. She explained that the numbers corresponded to the size of the plug when it was inflated. As she finished her explanation, the other woman came over and handed her a can with a hose and plunger assembly attached to it. She told me that this can contained prepared latex foam and would be injected through the plunger into the plug and filled the cavity to the desired pressure setting. She then lubricated the plug form and inserted it into my rear taking care to make certain that part of the inflatable latex sheathing was outside my asshole with the majority inside. She told me that this would make it possible to seal my ass at the correct thickness. It felt strange to have someone doing this so casually to my body while I lay bound to the table. So that I could appreciate what was going to happen, she inflated the cuff of the plug first to three, then four, five, six and stopped at seven when my eyes nearly bulged out. The fire in my ass was like I was being torn apart from within. She then attached the plunger and latex can to the plug and drained all the excess air. As she began to inflate the cuff, I tried to fight the effect reasoning that if I could keep enough pressure on my ass, I might fool the thing and the resulting plug would then be smaller. She injected more latex until the gauge read four and then set the plunger pressure. She told me that it would take about 20 minutes for the latex to harden to the form and when it did it would be a perfect fit to my ass. I strained for the next long five minutes and finally could hold it no longer, relaxing my ass. As I did, the plunger dropped injecting more latex and the pressure gauge also dropped from four to three and then rose again to four. I knew that the plug in my ass was now noticeably larger. I tried to squeeze again and again the plunger adjusted injecting more latex. As a final insult, the leader playfully pushed the plunger down to watch my reaction. The gauge read four and a half. Twenty minutes later the deed was done and the plug had become pliable rigid in my body. At that time the plunger/pressurizer was removed and she drew the plug out of my butt. It had a slightly bulbous head with a smooth pit in the center from which the hole that would allow any fluid or material they wanted could be passed. It was about seven inches in length with a slight flair before a reduced area near the base. She explained that this made the plug seat in the anus and ensured a tight fit. The minimum diameter must have been over an inch and I realized that with this thing in place, it would hold my ass hole open that amount. She put this on the cart next to the end of the table explaining that she wanted it to cure a few more minutes, but that she had other plans for my rear end any way. With the chair tilted back, the cart with the fucking machine was again brought over, but now it had an additional attachment on the other end of the rod. A second chair like device was brought over and on it was strapped the slave girl that had been used earlier. Her legs were strapped apart showing her nude crotch and her arms were fastened into restraint cuffs above her head. She was moved to a point opposite me and the device she was in was then locked in position. I watched through my glazed over eye covers as the rod from the base was lubricated with a clear gel which I was later told was electrically conductive. Then the rod was attached to the end of the machine and the wires fixed to its base, lastly a second clear rod was brought over and as I watched, this was slowly inserted into her ass. I could tell she was very excited by the way her hips moved against the rod and the speed with which it was inserted. Her mouth was filled by a gag so it was not possible for her to say much above a grunt. Once it was fully imbedded in her ass, the wires were attached to the base of the rod and the other ends to the machine. Then the larger rod was inserted into her wet hunger vagina. With the earphones in my ears, I could not hear her moans of raw passion as the rod was adjusted into her body, but her movements were unmistakable. Then it was my turn. I was taken from the chair and bound on my hands and knees on a padded table in front of the girl. Once satisfied, Vanessa began spreading the same electrically active gel on my ass. I tried to buck but it was no use as she inserted her fingers covered in the goo into my body. She greased my butt up liberally until some of the gel dripped down to my balls and onto the table I was bound to. In the monitor to the side, I could see my body and the predicament they were setting up. This was nothing that I could have imagined before. The table I was on was slid back until the clear plastic rod was opposite my ass. Then, with deliberate slow movement, I was impaled onto the device. As my body pressed against one end of the rod, the other was forced into the slavegirl's cunt. She reacted immediately by bucking her hips against the rod imbedded in her and the effect was to force the rod deeper into my ass. I reacted by squeezing and pushing back only to have the rod seem to take on a life of its own. This device increased the small motions and made the rod move back and forth between our bodies first impaling one then the other. Wires were attached to the probe in my ass as were more wires attached to the strap around the base of my cock. Finally, they inserted the tube from the plunger device and turned the machine on. Instantly the rod shot into my ass and I felt a sudden shock from the probe to the electrodes around my balls. I bucked back causing the rod to move into her cunt and she reacted bucking it back at me. I later discovered that the probe in her ass was coupled to the rod in her vagina just like the one in my ass was coupled to the strap around my balls. Each time the rod reached the end of its movement, a small shock happened driving the victim to buck their hips sending the rod in the opposite direction. As it moved, I realized that this thing was sending its shocks through my prostate creating a rising sexual tension that was impossible to ignore. The same was happening to her. I began bucking back and forth more violently as the rate of the shocks seemed to increase then suddenly it stopped. We continued to move without the stimulus for several more minutes before we were able to again control our bodies. Sweat was pouring out the base of the latex hood on my head and I was no longer able to see clearly what was going on around me. One of the dommes removed the gag from my mouth, but before I could say anything, it was replaced by a new gag shaped like a dildo. This was forced into my mouth until I was trying to push away and back against the rod in my ass. Suddenly they started the machine again and I was fucked from both sides. This continued for so long I could not tell any longer how long I had been on the machine. The strap around my cock and balls both aided and denied my pleasure to the point I was mad with lust. As the tempo of the machine again increased, the strap could no longer stop my climax and with a scream ripped from my throat, my balls emptied themselves through my tortured cock. As that happened I felt hot thick liquid eject from the plug in my mouth even as more was pulsing into my ass. My last memory was of thick cream overfilling my mouth and ass spilling onto the table I was bound to as I slumped having fainted from the level of excitement. I awoke some time later to find myself on my back, again on one of the many tables around this odd dungeon. I felt a soreness in my arms, both cheeks of my ass and under each breast. I also noted that there was an uncomfortable tightness in chest and stomach as well as the, now, constant ache in my calves caused by the high heels that were always locked on my feet. I still wore the latex hood with the female face painted on and based on the fullness of my ass, I was certain that the plug was again firmly in place there. As I looked up, I could see by way of a mirror over my head, that the female slave was equally encumbered and attired. She was, for all practical purposes, my twin. As I examined the mirror, I realized that the tightness in my chest was the result of the very tight red leather body shaper corset that was wrapped about me. It cupped my breasts, which now clearly showed the gold rings that had been inserted into my nipples, extending all the way to my knees effectively hobbling my legs should I ever get up again. The slave was equally attired, but of course her pert and smallish breasts were shown to good purpose by the effects of the corset. The other thing I notices was that her body shaper was not anywhere near as tight as mine was, yet our two figures were similar in appearance. "It is now time to continue your breast enhancement treatments." Venessa said. "The soreness in your breasts and ass are the result of special injections you have received to make your body conform to that of a woman. The fat is already migrating to these areas and soon you will have a well developed set of tits and a round shapely ass." I realized this was for the benefit of the camera that was rolling and also knew that something must have been injected into me from the localized pain I felt. In my ear I could hear one of the other dommes telling me that since there was not enough time to do the job properly, they would start the process on my body and then use the slave Pricilla's body for close-ups to show growth and breast development. In time, my own breasts might be good enough for a later sequel to the movie. Vanessa then began to spread the breast growth cream on my sore tortured tits and then attached a suction device first to one then the other. I was told this was a breast pump designed to pull the milk out of pregnant mothers. The idea was that the pumps would suck the breast tissue into the forms while the hormone laden breast cream was absorbed by my tits. Because of the tiny rings, there was some slight pain, which increased to a point over time. I could see the camera being moved to make close ups of the two pumps stroking away on my chest as one of the other women fitted a dildo plug to my mouth and face fucked me. After she had cum, the pumps were removed and more cream was spread on my chest. There was a show of measuring the budding breasts and then the pumps were put back on. After a few more close-ups, they then moved to Pricilla and did more close ups of her chest. The pumps were removed, as they had in my case, and to the surprise of the audience would be two very clear female looking breasts forming. These were measured and shown to be B+ size. After the pumps were replaced again, we were both left for a while to our own personal hells, but soon they came back and released Pricilla and I was once again alone to the sound of my own breathing and the breast pump working to suck and stretch the flesh around my developing hormone covered breasts. I had been a prisoner now for at least several days. I was exhausted and must have dozed off again because I was not aware of the return of the women until I felt the bindings holding me being removed. The breast pump had already been detached from my chest and I could see from the reflection in the mirror that my breasts had indeed increased in their apparent size. My view was short lived however as they put a semi-rigid bra over my chest. The cups cradling my small breasts in the warmth. When the last straps were unbuckled, I was told to turn over on my stomach. Once on my stomach, a strap was again pulled over the small of my back and my wrists were cuffed to restraints at the head of the table. Oddly, my legs were not bound at that time, but I discovered moments later that the reason was that they needed them to be able to move. The lower half of the table was folded down forcing my body to bend at the waist and fully exposing my already tortured ass to the next mortification they could imagine. My legs were then bound apart so that both my ass and my cock were equally exposed. "It is almost time for the caterpillar to go into the cocoon to become a butterfly. But first we must attend to some basic needs." The voice was silken sweet in my ears. "We must be sure you are clean again, since this next part will take some time." The plug was removed from my butt and again I felt the violation of the large hollow cylinder as it was forced into my reamed ass. I was again treated to the gush of liquid into my bowels and the other obscenities that their minds had conceived. Unlike before, they did not start with the burning soapy solution. At least it didn't seem that way to me. After several flushes, the large training plug was again pushed into my ass. The corset that I was compressed into was then unlaced and I felt for the first time, a measure of minor comfort. I was realistic though and knew that it wouldn't last. "You can be cooperative now and save yourself some later problems or you can choose to fight us, which will it be?" I looked about and saw the women around me and knew that I was in no position to argue with them at that time and so nodded my head. "Good, we thought you would understand your situation." I was unstrapped from the table and taken to the shower and washed off. The feeling of cold water was invigorating and I began to feel a little more alive again. After being dried off, or at least mostly so, I was returned to the table and my arms were placed in cuffs attached to a spreader bar suspended from the ceiling. As they took a slight strain, my arms were pulled over my head stretching my body. A flesh colored latex bra was then put over my chest and as they adjusted it, I could see it didn't have any cups but tended to pull the excess flesh from my sides and chest adding to the breasts that were clearly now evident even after only a few days (I think) of their treatment. A tight rigid rubber corset was then wrapped about me and the lacing done up until I was again tightly confined. Each breath I took was against the resistance of the rubber. I was again laid on my back and my legs were bound apart at both the knees and ankles. I could feel the pressure of the table against the butt plug in my ass and I could not move my legs at all; my cock was now fully exposed. As I watched a cart was wheeled over and a small wrapped package was taken out of one of the drawers and laid on my rubber corseted stomach. I strained to see what she was doing but could not raise my head. "Curious, my little dear? Then let me help you see." She slid several pillows under my head and I could see what she was doing. In the kit there was a long rubber tube and several syringes. She put the surgical gloves on and then taking my semi limp cock in one hand, she rolled the tube in some KY jelly and then began sliding it into my body. I tried to buck and force it out but this was not even remotely possible and the feeling was somewhere between intense pain and pleasure. It was as if someone had poured itching powder into me. When she had gone far enough, she attached a clear hose and bag to the other end and released the stopper. I felt as if I was being drained as my golden flow went through the tube into the bag. She then closed the stopper and with one of the syringes, injected water into one of the smaller tubes along side the main tube. She told me that this inflated a small balloon inside my bladder and would prevent the catheter from falling or being pulled/pushed out. To demonstrate this, she gave the tube a tug and I knew instantly that it was there until she decided it wasn't. My legs were again released and I was sat up on the end of the table with my arms still held above my head to prevent any attempts at removing the catheter or escaping. Latex hose were pulled onto my legs and after fighting them up my damp stems, they were finally fully pulled up. The high heels I had been wearing were replaced with 5" ones