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busy at the moment.
Maid to Please Chapter Four
By Jayne Dell
Victor simply couldn't believe this was happening to him. He had always
prided himself on being in charge. Things happened around him because
he told them to happen. He had become a cop so he would always have
power over those around him. Now that was all gone and he was totally
powerless. Now he found himself in a situation where things were
constantly spinning out of control. Only a day before, he had been a
tough cop, with a network of blackmail and extortion rings that were
slowly turning him into a multimillionaire. Now he was a helpless and
weak feminised prisoner, pumped full of female hormones, and
humiliatingly forced to wear feminine clothes.
He was currently pinned face down across a table, wearing a tight pink
silk corset, panties, stockings and a long soft blonde wig. His legs
were spread wide open, and a large man had his penis rubbing against
his helpless back hole. A large o-ring forced his mouth open, and his
head was held firmly by a large black man. The black guy slowly rubbed
the moist head of his enormous penis across Victor's lips, leaving a
wet trail of pre-cum across them.
Victor could feel the guy between his legs running his hands slowly
over his helpless silk clad body. He could feel them tracing the
outlines of his corset, garter straps and lace top stockings.
"I'm waiting Vickie." Said Jayne. "What's it to be. A date with the
boys, or me with this?"
She held up a pink dildo to emphasise her point. Victor closed his eyes
in shame and desperately tried to think what to do. He had always been
a bit of a homophobic, and so the idea of being double ended by two
huge guys was utterly repulsive to him, but the other option was almost
as bad. If he picked Jayne he would have to submit totally to her. He
would be forced to allow her to dress him in whatever she wanted, and
to give him a good buggering with the strap on dildo.
"I won't wait all day Vickie," said Jayne. "I'll count to ten, then
I've leave you alone with the boys."
She started counting slowly; though for Victor the numbers seemed to
rush by. What should he do?
The black guy lifted his head up so that he was looking into Victor's
humiliated eyes.
"I know what you want, pretty girl." He said in a deep voice. "You
don't want some little plastic imitation. You want to drink from the
source. Well don't worry, by the time we're finished with you, you'll
be full both ends. I can't wait until your pretty lips are around my
cock, sucking and drinking my juice."
It was enough to make up Victor's homophobic mind instantly.
Desperately he looked at Jayne, trying to indicate that he had chosen
her.
"I think she's decided." said Jayne with a laugh. "Let's hear what she
has to say."
She bent down and started to remove the o-ring from Victor's mouth, but
then stopped and looked at him.
"I'm going to take this out now, but first I want to make some things
clear. The time for your petty disobedience is over. I am in charge.
You will obey me and do what I say immediately. When you address me,
you will call me Mistress. When I address you, I will call you either
Victoria or Vickie, and you will answer to those names. You will wear
whatever I say. If I want you dressed as a French maid, you will dress
as a French maid. If I want you naked, you will be naked. I'll give you
fair warning and tell you that you will never wear male clothing again.
I will not accept foul language. If you use foul language, expect to
receive a suitable punishment. Do you understand? Think carefully now,
if you disappoint me, I will punish you so severely, you will dream
that you had chosen the boys."
For the first time in his life, Victor knew genuine fear. Jayne's eyes
were hard as diamonds, and he knew that she was not bluffing. For a
second he actually considered backing out and accepting the double
rape, but a slight movement of the penis at his back hole convinced
him. His face burning with shame and humiliation, he gave a slow nod to
Jayne.
As Jayne removed the o-ring, she watched Victor carefully. He looked
totally humiliated and beaten, but Jayne wasn't so easily convinced.
There was often a hard core of resistance that would only appear later,
and she was sure this was the case with Victor. Although he might
cooperate now out of fear and homophobia, he would almost certainly
rebel later once he got over his initial shock. She could not let her
guard down.
She finished removing the ring, and then gave a nod to the boys.
"I think you can go." Jayne said to them. "But stick around in case she
changes her mind. Who knows, you might still get lucky today!"
The men gave a sigh of disappointed, and the only between his legs gave
his buttock a quick squeeze through his silken panties.
"Call me if you change your mind" whispered the black man in front of
him.
They slowly released Victor and quickly left the room, leaving him all
alone with Jayne.
"I'm glad we've finished with all that silliness." Said Jayne. "Now
pull up your panties and sit on the edge of the bed."
Victor sat up and with disgust, quickly wiped the sticky pre-cum from
his lips. Then he bent and slowly pulled up the pink silk panties then
sat gingerly on the edge of the bed.
"Good girl!" said Jayne. "Now then, let's have some questions. Who am
I?"
Hanging his head in shame, Victor answered quietly.
"Mistress Jayne." He said.
"Very good." Answered Jayne. "Sit up straight and look at me, ladies
don't slouch! Put your legs together and cross your ankles. Clasp your
hands in your lap."
Grudging Victor obeyed, and sat up and looked at her. The position felt
oddly unnatural, though he realised that this was the way that most
girls sat. The position was even more disconcerting as he could feel
the soft stockings rubbing together, arousing him more than he liked to
admit.
"Better!" said Jayne. "Now who are you?"
Victor had guessed this would be the next question, but it was still
humiliating to answer, especially in his new feminine voice.
"Victoria." He answered almost inaudibly.
"A lovely name." replied Jayne. "But do try to speak up. Now, last
question. Are you a boy or a girl?"
In defiance, Victor was about to say ?boy', but then looked at Jayne's
face and decided that it might be a bad idea.
"I'm a girl!" he replied miserably.
"Well not yet you're not." Said Jayne with a smile. "But with a bit of
help from us, you soon will be a beautiful young lady."
She stood up and slowly strapped the dildo around her hips.
"Vickie, come here." She ordered.
Reluctantly he complied, and found himself standing in front of her.
"Now using this on you dry could be painful. Therefore I'll give you a
couple of minutes to lubricate it with your mouth." She said
generously. "But first, pucker up!"
As she spoke, she produced a pink lip stick tube, removed the lid and
rolled the stick out. Taking him firmly by the chin, allowing him no
time to refuse, she gently stroked it across his lips until they looked
full and shiny.
"That's better." She said with satisfaction. "Now kneel down in front
of me."
Utterly humiliated, Victor slowly sank to his knees his face burning
with humiliation. The strange feel of the lip make-up made him
involuntarily lick his lips. The lipstick tasted strange, but not
unpleasant. As he knelt, he found his face just inches from the dildo.
It wasn't that big, but it was shaped just like a penis. He wondered if
he could actually put it in his mouth without vomiting. On the other
hand, if she used this on him dry, it would probably hurt. He didn't
seem to have a lot of choice. If he refused she would call the two guys
back and he would find himself doing this anyway, but with the real
thing. Surely this was better? It's just a lump of plastic he told
himself. No big deal! Finally, screwing up his courage, he closed his
eyes and moved his head forward.
Victor felt the tip of the dildo touch his lips, and then Jayne took
hold of his head and guided it slowly into his mouth. She pushed it in
little by little, until she felt Victor gag as it touched the back of
his throat. Then she withdrew it until just the head rested inside the
feminised man's mouth. Then she pushed in fully again.
Holding the dildo completely in his mouth, she stopped and began to
gather up the long soft blonde hair of his wig. Taking the pink ribbon
that had come free earlier; she tied it into a pretty bow in Victor's
hair.
Victor found himself in new depths of shame. The dildo may have looked
small, but it was still large enough to fill his mouth. He tried to
keep his lips and tongue away from the invading object, but it was
simply impossible. He lips were stretched open, wrapped around the
penis like object, the freshly applied lip colour making it smooth and
slippery. As if it wasn't bad enough, Jayne seemed to be more
interested in arranging his hair.
With Victor's hair pretty arranged into a ponytail with the pink
ribbon, Jayne continued her movement. Slowly she began to set up a
rhythm, holding Victor's head firmly, demonstrating to him her total
control over him.
"There's a good girl" she told him as she thrust into his mouth.
Jayne looked across the room and saw herself in a long mirror. She
loved the sight of the feminised pink silk clad Victor kneeling
helplessly before her, his face buried in her crotch, the long blonde
ponytail bobbing gently as she thrust in his mouth. So much for his
masculine superiority she thought with a smile. She could understand
why men liked this so much. It wasn't so much the feel of the blow-job
(though she was sure that felt pretty good), as the feeling of total
power over the other person. She loved having men on their knees. She
loved making strong masculine men do this, especially when she had them
wearing some nice feminine lingerie. The best part was that Victor
wasn't tied up, or bound in any way. To anyone watching, this looked
totally voluntary. The room was under video surveillance 24 hours a
day, so she would have lots of new pictures to send to the client. The
client would love these pictures.
Eventually Jayne decided that it was time to move on. She slowly
withdrew from her captive's mouth, took him gently by the chin and made
him look up to her. She looked directly into his shamed eyes.
"That was very good, Victoria. I'm very pleased with you. Now it's time
to move on. Get onto the bed, on all fours facing the mirror." She
ordered.
Victor stood up and moved slowly towards the bed. He couldn't believe
he was doing this. How could a mere girl do this to him? He felt like
he just wanted to run and hide, but he knew that if he disobeyed, Jayne
would have the two men back in here in a flash. He was under no
illusions regarding his ability to fight them off. It was either on
small dildo, or an afternoon with two huge dicks. Not much choice
really. He climbed onto the bed, feeling the cool silk through the thin
stockings. On all fours, the fake breasts hung disconcertingly heavily
in the cups of his corset. He felt Jayne move behind him, and it took
all his willpower not to jump off the bed.
"Just relax!" she whispered stroking his back. "I'll be gentle with
you. You might even enjoy it!"
Fat chance of that thought Victor as he felt Jayne slowly pull down his
panties and begin to stroke his buttocks.
"Since you've been so good, I'll even use some lubricating cream. Stay
still." Said Jayne.
Victor flinched as suddenly he felt some cold cream being rubbed around
his back hole. He felt Jayne's finger push slightly inside him as she
rubbed and he felt himself tense.
Suddenly he felt the strap on dildo push against his hole. He couldn't
help tensing up even more, but Jayne continued to stroke and caress
him, whispering encouragement and helping him to relax and loosen up.
Jayne pushed gently, and the tip slid slowly inside him.
Victor gave a softly feminine moan of humiliation, knowing that nothing
would ever be the same again. Jayne continued pushing, until their hips
met and the dildo was fully inside.
She knew that this could be painful, so she moved very slowly and
gently, holding Victor firmly by the hips she gradually began to
thrust. Once she had a rhythm going, she slipped her hand back to the
remote on her belt and pressed a button. Deep inside Victor's bottom,
the anal transducer that had been implanted the night before began to
emit signals directly into Victor's nervous system. At first the
signals were very weak, but they grew slowly in strength. Jayne didn't
want Victor to realise that the pleasure was artificially generated. It
was important that he thought it was real.
For Victor, the initial pain from the unnatural penetration began to
subside, and very slowly he began to feel the growing bloom of
pleasure. At first he tried to ignore it. He certainly didn't want to
enjoy this. Only queers enjoyed having things stuck up their assholes.
But after a minute of so, he could not ignore it any longer. He felt
totally aroused, and his breath was coming in short feminine gasps. It
was a strange kind of arousal however. His penis, locked away inside
the false vagina and drowned in female hormones, was incapable of an
erection. Instead, he felt his whole groin start to pulse. He could
feel strange sensations coming from his nipples as the heavy false
breasts tugged on them. His soft skin tingled all over, and he
unconsciously began push backward to meet Jayne's thrusts. He could
feel her hands holding him firmly on the hips, controlling everything.
He had never before experience sex as the submissive partner, and he
found the experience oddly erotic. The silky lingerie over his body add
to the feelings, heightened the sensations and increasing the pleasure.
Seeing Victor's obvious pleasure, Jayne began to thrust faster and
harder. She continued running her hands over his body, caressing and
rubbing the silken lingerie against his soft skin. She reached under
Victor, and took hold of his false breasts, cupping and lifting them
through the silk of the corset. At the same time, the signals from the
anal transducer began to increase. Victor gave a gasp of pleasure and
began helplessly moaning with his new feminine voice. He had never felt
anything like this. He wanted to resist and fight back, but it was
simply impossible. His body was squirming around the dildo, desperately
trying to get it deeper inside, despite what his tattered male mind
screamed. He could hear a girl's voice gasping, moaning and screaming
in pleasure, and realised to his horror that it was his. He wanted to
get up, get away and end this humiliating experience, but he felt
paralysed by the passions from his body.
Suddenly he peaked. An utterly feminine scream of pleasure was forced
from his throat. His entire body went rigid for a moment, stunned by
pleasure, and then he collapsed weakly, face down on the bed. Jayne
pressed the stop button on the remote, and then slowly withdrew from
the gasping girl under her.
She stood up and looked at the prostrate Victor with pleasure. "Take
that Mr Homophobe," she thought with a laugh. She removed the strap on,
then sat down on the bed next to the exhausted Victor, and slowly began
stroking his hair, waiting for him to recover.
Eventually Victor recovered enough to sit up. He looked at Jayne with
utter shame in his eyes. Jayne just smiled comfortingly. "Now Vickie, I
expect that your bottom is a little sore." Said Jayne. "Maybe you
should have a nice bath to ease it. Shall I help you out of your pretty
underwear?"
Victor looked at her for a second with an uncomprehending look on his
face. In his mind he was still reeling from incredible sexual
experience. He was utterly ashamed about what he had just done, but
from somewhere deep inside, a core of strength told him not to give in
so easily. The first step to getting his life back on track was getting
out of these clothes. He nodded jerkily to Jayne.
Jayne shook her head reprovingly.
"What do you say?" she asked.
"Please remove my underwear Mistress." whispered Victor.
Jayne nodded approvingly, stood him up and turned him around. She began
to undo the tight laces of his corset. While she was doing that, the
door opened and Rachel the maid entered. The maid went quickly to the
bathroom, and began running a bath.
It took a few minutes for Jayne to completely unlace the former cop,
and to remove the corset, panties and stockings. When she had finished,
Victor took a deep breath. It felt so good to be out of the restrictive
corset, though the way his breasts moved without its support was
somewhat disconcerting.
As Jayne led him over to the bath, he began to wonder if he could make
a grab for the remote control and escape. He was sorely tempted, but
then Jayne moved slightly away, and he realised that it was out of
reach. He forced himself to be patient, and to wait for the best
opportunity to escape. Everyone made mistakes, and he would just have
to wait for this bitch to make hers.
Still a little stunned and confused by the recent experience, he
allowed them to put him in the bath. The bath was hot and full of
fragrant bubbles. He had to admit to himself that it felt very good,
and eased the pain in his bottom and shoulders. They left him alone for
a few minutes.
As he lay there, he thought over his situation. He still was finding it
very hard to accept that he had enjoyed what had just happened. Angrily
he thrust the thought to the back of his mind. It won't be important
when I bust out of here and get revenge he thought. He began trying to
think of a way out of this place. The first step was to work out what
he was up against.
He lay there thinking for a moment with his eyes closed. The something
occurred to him. The maid had come in to run the bath as soon as he
agreed to it. No one had told her to do it. It was possible that it was
just coincidence, but it was far more likely that the room was under
surveillance. As a cop, Victor knew a fair bit about hidden cameras,
two-way mirrors and other surveillance devices. Without moving his
head, he looked slowly around the room. The large mirror was an obvious
clue, but modern cameras were so small that he would be very lucky to
find them all. That complicated things. It wasn't enough to just
escape; he had to get the film evidence of what he had just done. He
knew that the only way he was going to get out of here was to allay the
suspicions of his captors, and catch them off guard. He could not leave
any film otherwise they could easily blackmail him. The more he thought
about it, the more he realised that he was going to have to kill them
all.
While washing, and without being too obvious, he looked over his body.
The breasts and the vagina were definitely faked. With some effort he
would be able to get them off. The wig too would come off with a little
work. His voice though was another matter. He didn't know what they had
done to cause that to change, and it might not be reversible. He could
feel and see at least ten places where he had been injected. He didn't
know what they had used, but he didn't want them doing anything else to
him. He was going to have to walk a fine line between allaying their
suspicions to give him the best chance of escape, and also not allowing
them to do anything permanent.
His thoughts were interrupted as Jayne re-entered the room.
"Okay Victoria, I know you young girls love your bubble baths, but I
think you've soaked for long enough. Time to get dried and dressed."
she said.
He allowed her to help him out of the bath, and to wrap a pink towel
over his hair like a turban. He had seen girls do this after a bath but
it felt very strange on him. Jayne also wrapped a large pink bath sheet
around his chest. As a man he had always wrapped the towel around his
waist. This was yet another thing that was alien to him.
Jayne led him back into the bedroom, and there, laid out on the bed,
were his new clothes.
Soon after he had become a cop, he was assigned a beat on a rich
suburban neighbourhood. It had been pretty boring except for one thing.
He always made sure that at 4:30pm he was parked outside St Stephanie's
Catholic girl's school. He loved watching the young girls in their
uniforms with pretty pleated skirts and soft blouses as they left to
walk home. He had seriously lusted after them, but a suitable
opportunity had never presented itself before he was reassigned.
Now in front of him was an almost exact duplicate of the St Stephanie
uniform. Knee length pleated skirt. Soft pink blouse. Pretty white lacy
bra, with matching panties and garter belt. Soft white lace topped
stockings and black healed shoes. He had loved to watch the girls in
their uniforms, but now it dawned on him that he was going to be the
one wearing it this time.
"You're going to look so pretty for your lessons" said Jayne, breaking
into his thoughts. "Hurry up and get dressed."
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