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WAYLAID TRAVELLER CHAPTER 2 The combination of sunlight streaming over my face and a familiar vibration from inside my pussy woke me up from my slumber. It was my third day as Bianca here, and I had learned more about being and pleasing women than I ever thought possible. As I stirred against Alicia, she wrapped her arm around me and had me squirm closer to her. Collared with my wrists cuffed behind me, I couldn't do much else as I was also naked and secured to the behead by a chain from there to my collar. Her soft breath and kisses along my ear and neck sent new shocks through me as I moaned from her kisses and the vibrator deep inside me. Squirming and moaning even more, I gasped as she pinched my nipples and took in my scent. "I see you like your new friend Bianca, if you're good, you'll have it in a lot more," she whispered into my ear as she nibbled on it and traced her fingernails down my trim belly and over my clit, sending new shocks through me as I writhed against her and was guided to my first orgasm of the morning. As I shook in her arms, she turned off the vibrator and undid the belt to slip it out of me. As I watched, she licked my juices from the vibrator and gently lapped at my glistening pussy. Panting and gasping again, I parted my thighs and thrust up against her as her tongue continued to lick my flowing juices and nuzzle me. This couldn't be happening, I was a 30yo guy inside, but trapped inside the body of a sensual 19yo girl. She expertly guided me to my next orgasm, and held me as I shivered. "You will miss being female, and I'll miss you, I don't want to give you up," she said close to my ear as her hands caressed over my trim belly again, then undid the chain from my collar and guided me to her own pussy. Naked like I was, she held me in place by my long hair as I nuzzled and licked at her own pussy. Her pants and moans soon filled the room as my tongue ran back and forth along her lips and my nose rubbed against her clit, coaxing it out as I tasted her juices and kissed her swollen lips. After my own intense orgasms, I wanted to bring her to the same heights, and suckled hungrily on her mound. "Your tongue will feel so much better with a tongue stud through it, I'll take you to building no 4 to get that done today," she told me as I continued to suckle and lick her quivering pussy. Her pants turned to cries of extasy as she shuddered underneath me and gripped the bed sheets as she orgasmed and came from my tongue. I had become a lot better at bringing her off and licked away her juices as she shook and cried out like I had. I waited as she recovered, then squirmed up next to her and sensuously kissed her. Our soft lips pressed against each other and our tongues melded again. Her hands caressed my heaving breasts as we coupled. The spell was broken as she got up and helped me to my feet. Leading me into the bathroom, she had me stand under the shower and released my wrists from behind me. The water cascaded over us as she stood under it with me and bathed me, this had become the highlight of my morning and I loved it now. She lathered me up and soon had me smelling of lavender, then washed my flowing dark hair, taking her time and it was soon smelling as sweet as my skin was. I returned the favour and lathered her body up with the loofah, she was slightly taller than I was, forcing me to stand on tiptoes. She let me wash her hair, then turned off the water and guided me out of the shower. She dried me off, then dressed me in a black strapless bra and short pleated tartan skirt. Securing my wrists behind me with leather cuffs, she had me sit down and slipped my feet into a pair of 3in patent leather ankle boots. She guided me to the dressing table and styled my hair into two long pigtails on either side of my head, like I'd seen on European girls, swiss ones, only it was being done to me. My make up was stylishly applied, then I sat still as she dressed in a black halter top dress, crotchless panties and 4in leather pumps. Attaching a leash to my collar, she had me stand up and follow her out of the well appointed bungalow we were staying at. A golf cart met us and we were taken down one of the paths, past other bungalows to stop at a white building, one storey high. Leading me inside it with the leash, I stood by her as she talked to the girl behind the counter. A woman came from one of the rooms and greeted my mistress. They kissed and hugged each other, then she turned to me. "She looks adorable, she must want this to happen," she said as I was more aware than ever of the cool are blowing against my uncovered crotch. My pussy lips were tingling even as I tried to stop and stay in control. "She wants the works, tongue, nipples, clit and belly button, and tattoos no's 8,11, and 17," I heard my mistress say as I stood close to her. Feeling more and more like a helpless observer, I listed helplessly as she detailed what tattoos and piercing she wanted done to me. I didn't dare complain or say anything, I was due to get my male body back in 4 days after all. My mistress blew me a kiss and told me to be good for Janet, then left me alone with her. "You are a cute one," she said to me as she picked up my leash and lead me into one of the open rooms, with a gynaecologists chair in the centre. She had me sit in it, then unhooked my bra and put it on a side table, showing off my firm breasts to her. Smiling as she cupped them, she rubbed my sensitive nipples and played with them, within 20 seconds, they were swollen. My ankles were then secured to the stirrups, then a belt was done up around my waist. Unable to move, I could only watch as she rubbed alcohol over my nipples, numbed them, and pierced them. Despite the numbness, I still cried out in pain as my left nipple was pierced, then my right one. Gold rings were slid though the holes and left there, then she turned her attention to my belly button. That hurt a lot more, but I soon had an emerald stud through my belly button. My clit was next, I feared that a lot, but she coaxed it out from it's shealth and teased me, getting me all moist and aroused, then pierced that as well, I only just held back from screaming as pain flared from it, and I watched helplessly, blinking away tears as a small gold ring was slid through that as well. She could see my fear as she looked down at me. I tried to free my wrists from behind me as my clit and nipples ached from the piercing. "Its ok little one, one more to go," she told me as she leaned down to kiss me. Forgetting myself, I returned her kiss and closed my eyes. The feeling of a familiar ring gag sliding in under my teeth woke me up quickly, but it was too late. "There, now we can get to that tongue of yours, we find it's easier this way," she told me as she pulled my tongue out and clamped it. Wide eyed in fear, I couldn't look away as pain went through my tongue. She had clearly done this a lot and did everything right. She wiped away my tears while sliding the barbell through my tongue and screwed the head on it, securing it in place. As she took the ring gag out, I tried to talk but found my tongue sore and almost numb. "It's ok, it's ok Bianca, it will heal soon enough and you will be talking normally in no time, it's time for your tattoos," she told me as she released me from the chair and helped me to my feet. I was too shaken to try to run as she lead me out and into another room. My wrists were released and I was helped onto a raised bed, like in an examination room. My wrists were cuffed underneath me, and my ankles cuffed to the other end. My nipples and clit were throbbing as I turned my head to see what was going on. An oriental woman walked in with a tray and placed them on a nearby table. From the looks of it, the staff as all female, if I was 007, I'd have been in 7th heaven, as it was, I was worried and scared. Without saying a word, she took several squares of paper and pressed them to my right upper back, just below my shoulder, then to my left lower back, then she pressed a third one to my left ass cheek. She then peeled the papers back and turned to one of the cabinets. I couldn't see the designs imprinted by the paper to my skin, and could only watch on helplessly as she took out several tattoo inks and a tattoo gun. She ignored my questions and got to work on my right upper back. The needle hurt at first as she worked on the first design. I was securely strapped and cuffed to the bed and couldn't move as she worked on me. Tears filled my eyes as she did the outline, then did the inside of it. It couldn't have been a large one because she was finished in 45 minutes, then started on the one on my lower back. That one hurt even more, I couldn't move at all as she worked quickly and smoothly. 50 minutes later, she moved to the one over my left as cheek and started on that one. She had to gag me as my cries filled the room. I strained against my cuffs as she worked on my sensitive as cheek. She took a short break to let me rest, then completed the design. I hoped and prayed that it was over, then she strapped my head down so I couldn't move it, then pressed a small piece against the top of my neck, right under my right ear. She soon started on that as well, the buzz of the tattoo gun was louder than ever. My muffled pleas were ignored as she completed the design. Laying still as she finally stopped, she let me rest for 10 minutes, then rubbed cool cream over my tattoos and covered them with glad wrap. Only then did she take my gag out and release my head. I drank from the offered glass of cool water and saw her smile down at me and softly kiss my cheek. She left me alone for one to two hours, then came back to release my wrists and ankles. I had had a tattoo done before, it took three days before I could keep it uncovered, but they must have had better creams and techniques, because I could shower with them uncovered by the next day. It was then that I got my first good look at what had been done to me. A blue and white butterfly was on my upper back, a green and white one was on my lower back, I needed a mirror to see the ones underneath my ear and on my smooth ass. The one under my ear was a tiny red rose, that almost begged to be kissed, the one on my ass cheek was one I'd seen in the movie the cooler on maria bello, two diagonal dice, that also drew attention. My mistress loved the designs and held me as I saw them for the first time. She assured me that when I was male again, they would vanish. She caressed my breasts and tugged lightly on my piercing's and used them to guide me to the bed that night. She caressed and kept me aroused all night. The room soon filled with my musky aroma and echoed with my cries of extasy and contentment. Alicia had given me a body built for sin and I knew it. Every pout, smile, every step I took drew attention to me. Other mistresses were drawn to me and asked me where Alicia had found me, she told me that I was her niece and I could only smile and nod. That night, my mistress took me into Monica's bungalow to spend time with Tiffany. She squealed at the sight of me and raced into my arms. We kissed and caressed each other all night, unable to keep our hands off each other while our mistresses watched and smiled at our couplings. Monica took out a DVD camcorder and recorded everything, our 69 position for over an hour, close ups of our bald pussies swelling and squirting our juices, as well as our long French kisses. Tiffany loved my tongue stud and had me at her pussy, lapping at it, the tongue stud made her orgasms more intense. The last few days at the resort passed quickly. My mistress and I were voted the most popular couple there, we posed for photos, I rubbed up against Alicia and blew kisses at the photographer. I was to be male soon and this was my last chance to do that. She didn't say a word about reversing the change and I didn't bring it up, I should have. The last morning came before I knew it, we showered together again and got dressed. She changed into a sexy leather dress, lingerie, thigh highs and knee high leather 4in heeled boots, then helped me into my own sensual attire. First came a pair of black lacy crotchless panties, a matching demi cup bra, black tinted thigh high stockings and 5in patent leather ankle boots, then a short leather skirt and halter top. I let her collar me and cuff my wrists behind me again, then followed her out of the bungalow. As we reached the golf cart that would take us to the main building, I found Monica and Tiffany waiting. I would miss Tiffany a lot, so our kiss was long and passionate, our soft, full lips pressed against each other, our firm breasts as well as I gazed into her brown eyes, and her into my beautiful sky blue ones. We reluctantly parted and I was taken with Alicia to the main building, her SUV was parked in front of the doors and I was guided into it by her. She buckled me in then drive down the main driveway and through the gates as they opened. We got maybe a few hundred metres away before she stopped the vehicle and turned to me. "You did as I asked you to, you behaved, and, I wanted to thank you for that, you were the best submissive I could have hoped for, so good in fact, that I want to keep you," she said to me, then gagged me with a ring gag before I could say a word. She quickly cuffed my ankles together as I struggled to free myself from the cuffs around my wrists and my seat belt, then kissed me and wrapped a familiar looking choker around my neck after taking off my collar. Even though I had enjoyed being female for the week, I wanted to go back to being male, to continuing my driving holiday. She smiled and let me exhaust myself, then pinched my nipples, bringing a whimper and gasp from my mouth. "Its ok, you'll enjoy being female, you will like being my niece even more, you will live in my Brownstone, share my bed at times, and make me lots of money," she added as she kissed me and caressed my heaving breasts. She wiped away my tears and fixed my make up. "Don't cry pet, it's for the best, I know you enjoyed your orgasms, you loved being with Tiffany, it came naturally to you, I can tell. I just want to make this permanent. I also have friends that will give you a fake I'd that will fool even the most vigorous search, a background that will also fool any searches, adoption papers, everything, now.. Relax and enjoy the ride," she told me as she started the car up again and drove off. My mind was in turmoil, my heart was racing and I continued to try to plead with her, desperately. All the while, the choker around my neck was starting to warm up and make my skin glow almost. Closing my eyes, I shook and tossed my head back and forth as my body tingled all over, almost as if something was changing inside me. Everything went white around me, then suddenly, everything cleared and I turned to Alicia. "There, it's done. The change is permanent now, nothing can give you back your male body. You're my niece Bianca now, you will adjust and come to love it, but for now, sleep, you need some rest and time to adjust," she told me as she sang softly to me. As I heard the words, they made me sleepy and relaxed, closing my eyes, I rested against the seat and passed out. NEW YORK LIFESTYLE The faint sound of traffic woke me from my slumber, opening my eyes, I slowly sat up in the room I had woken up in and put on the beside light. Gasping as I saw my long, slender arm and fingernails, I got another look at my body, I was still in my cute, petite female body. It hadn't been a vivid dream, but real and permanent. Sliding my feet off the bed, I took in the room that I was in. The bed had a light blue quilt and matching pillowcases with pink roses on them, like a girl would have as a quilt cover set on her bed. Picking up one of the pillows, I held it as I rocked back and forth and took in the rest of the bedroom. A mirror hung on one of the walls, an armoire was against a second wall, a bedside table was on either side of the bed, and a 5 drawer mahogany tallboy was next to the armoire. Hanging on the walls were black and white framed posters of New York, old style ones. In one of the corners was an angled make up table. A good sized selection was on it. As I opened up the doors to the armoire, I saw a good selection of sexy gowns, dresses. 10 pairs of heels were on the floor of it, sandals, pumps, ankle boots, and a pair of knee high leather boots. A search of the tallboy turned up a selection of lingerie, bra's, panties, bustiers, stockings, garter belts, nighties. The lower drawers contained shirts, skirts, all short and designed to show off my sensual legs. Turning towards the mirror, I gazed at my reflection. The pink satin pj bottoms and singlet top I was wearing were a perfect fit, if they did, then everything else must also fit. She had to have done some shopping for me while I was asleep. Running my fingers through my long hair, I tested the door and found it unlocked. Glancing out, I walked out onto the landing and made my way downstairs to the kitchen. Even barefoot, Alicia heard me and wrapped me into her arms. "Bianca, there you are, I thought you would sleep all day, but here you are, did you like your bedroom, you look so sexy in those pj's," she said to me as I tried to squirm free from her embrace. She let me and I fell back against the kitchen bench, as much as I tried to show my anger, it failed, even angry, I must have looked cute because she only smiled and admired me. "You are cute when you're angry, it's just not you, so give it up, sit down and I'll explain things more," she told me as she offered me a coffee. Accepting it, I sat on the kitchen bench as she made herself a coffee and stood in front of me. "Heres how things work, you're my niece, and I'm your aunt. You will live comfortably here, do as I ask of you, whenever I ask you to, you wont try to get help, not that anyone would believe that a cute girl like you was once a male. If you comply, you will have a comfortable life, some freedoms when you earn them." "At times, you will perform in online web casts, dvds that I film and ship to stores across America, maybe you've seen some of them, Brownstone productions," she asked me as I drank my coffee. I had heard of Brownstone productions, an upmarket company that made and sold porn, but tastefull porn, with scripts, sexy models and sets. The site sold a lot of DVDs and was well known for it's web casts, live streaming shows that cost a lot to view, but was well worth it, so I'd heard. It was one of Americas success stories, Alicia was the owner of it, making me one of her girls now. "I realise that this is all new to you, but you will adapt. I wont have you in my shows or DVDs until you are more relaxed and comfortable in your new body, so I'll introduce you to life, work, situations that women do. I have a friend that owns a diner, I'll have you work there for a while, then at an upmarket strip club as a waitress, after that, I'll have you perform in a live streaming web cast. We'll see how popular you are, you could end up making me a lot of money." "If you don't want to, then you're free to leave, but you leave with no identity, no way to prove that you were born, nothing. You'll end up turning tricks on the street, working for a pimp, is that what you want, a cute little thing like you, how long will you last out there, a year, two, think about it," she told me as I finished my coffee and realised that she was right. "If you want to be respected, to live well, then you will stay here with me. As your aunt, I'll look after you, if you want to stay here with me, take my hand," she told me as she extended her hand to me. Putting my empty coffee mug aside, I took her hand in my slender one. Stepping closer to me, she held me against her chest, my head rested on her shoulder as she kissed my temple and ran her hand down my long hair. "Its ok, I wont let anyone hurt you, you'll be happy here with me and your extended family here. Your other sisters will make you feel welcome," she added as she kissed the rose tattoo at the top of my neck. I shivered and moaned softly, which urged her on as her hands ran up my back and over my other tattoos. Her finger ran down between my as cheeks, making me squirm in her arms. As we kissed, I felt another pair of hands lift the back of my singlet top up and kiss the back of my neck. "Do I have a new sister mistress," I heard a new feminine voice say behind me as Alicia smiled and reached back to caress her cheek. "Yes you do, Bianca, meet Erica, Erica, Bianca," she said as one of her hands rubbed between my thighs, sending waves of pleasure through me. Alicia backed away for Erica to walk in front of me, allowing me to see her. She was a petite redhead, maybe 5ft 2 inches tall, with 32D breasts, long, toned legs and a cute face. She took in my scent and kissed me, her tongue sought out mine as we kissed. Our mistress watched on as we coupled, then stood back as Erica had me hop off the bench and lead me up to the second floor to her bedroom. Her bedroom was decorated very differently, a king size bed with a red and pink quilt set dominated the room. Similar furniture were against the walls. She had me bend over the bed and tugged at the waistband of my pj bottoms. She squealed as she saw my dice tattoo and traced around it with her fingernail. I moaned as she kissed it, then my lower down butterfly tattoo. She had me step out of my pjs, then my thong panties. "You're so pretty, pretty in pink," she told me as she guided me back onto the bed and straddled me. Loving her beauty and sweet scent, I returned her kisses and ran my hands down her hips and under her silk nightie. Tugging at the waistband of her own panties, she lifted her hips up so I could slide them down her hips and thighs. Being similar ages, we rolled around and guided each other to orgasm after orgasm. I was pretty in pink, I couldn't deny it, the reflection from the overhead mirror showed it. Our trembling naked forms interwined and resting in each others arms. Our nipples were swollen and sensitive, I gasped each time Erica tugged at my rings or teased my pussy lips. After what felt like a day, but was more like a few hours, she helped me up and lead me naked to the bathroom on the second floor. Running a warm bath for us, she helped me in, then joined me in the water. Her hands again caressed my slender form and rising breasts, keeping me aroused and moist as she kissed and nibbled along my ears and shoulders. Moaning louder and faster, I turned around and kissed down her cheeks, then her neck and the tops of her breasts. That was my routine for the next week, I wore nothing but lingerie almost all the time, my armoire was locked by Alicia, and no one would lend me any other clothes to wear. All I was allowed to wear was bra's, panties, nighties, stockings and heels. To keep me from leaving the brownstone or to make me more comfortable walking around in it, I don't know, but it worked. I think it was to make me more proud of my new gender and body, to be proud to wear sexy lingerie and show it off. Erica and the other girls here, Angela, Renee and Stacey, all helped me to become comfortable in my new female form. They supplied encouragement, comfort, and enjoyed taking me into their bedrooms and playing with me for hours on end. A few days after that, I was taken into my mistresses room by Angela and told that it was time for me to go to my first job. Her friend, Jennifer, was after a new waitress as one of her staff had left the city with her boyfriend. Since I was choiceless but to do as my Aunt asked, I had no choice but to say yes. The next morning, I was woken up at 6.30am and taken into the bathroom by Renee and showered by her. She caressed and washed me all over, ensuring that I was clean and smelling of sweet lavender. She teased my pussy and kissed me all over, then let me out and patted me dry. As much as I wanted her to make me cum, she told me she had to get me ready for my first day at work at the Apollo diner in Queens. She helped me into a white lacy bra and boyleg panties, then my white and pink waitresses outfit, that buttoned up and had a short skirt to it, sheer thigh high stockings and 3in leather ankle boots. My hair was brushed back and styled behind me, and a light coat of make up was applied to my face. She smiled at how I looked, then lead me downstairs to the kitchen for a quick breakfast. After a quick toast and coffee, I was lead out the front to one of my mistresses cars. Getting into the back, I crossed my long legs as the car drove off with me, driving me through the city, across the Queensboro Bridge and into Queens. This was a part of the city I hadn't seen, and with good reason. My mistress had told me the rules the night before, I would be working for minimum wage at the diner, which wasn't much. That would go straight to her, but any tips I made were mine to keep. To make tips, I knew that I'd have to flirt and do my job well, to show off my cleavage, rub my hips or breasts against the back of patrons. I would have to be a flirtatious girl to get decent tips there, that scared and made my pussy tingle at the same time. I was also to not cause any trouble or make a fuss, any trouble would lead to me being punished by my mistress. In the bag on my lap was a purse containing a student I'd card, about 20 dollars in cash, a compact, some condoms, not that I would be using them anytime soon. I missed carrying a wallet around, the tightness of my outfit and the arch of my feet in my ankle boots were all constant reminders of my new gender. As the car stopped opposite the diner, I stepped out of the car and walked to the front door to it. The driver took off before I'd made it halfway there. I knew he would be back in 10 hours, when my shift ended. I swallowed nervously as I walked in and told the girl behind the front counter my name. "Jennifer, the new girls here," she called to someone in one of the back rooms, then turned back to her magazine. Walking to the long bar where a line of bar stools sat, I waited until Jennifer came out. She was maybe 5ft 8inches tall, short blonde hair and hazel eyes. She had a sexy figure and wore it well. Her white top and black skirt complimented her figure and made me give her the once over. "Good, you're on time, the last girl came in an hour late and had an attitude to go with it, Alicia told me that you were a good worker, we'll see about that then," she told me as she took me into the back changing room and showed me where I could leave my bag. Once that was done, she had me fill out several forms, employment forms. I used the information on my fake student I'd and made up details to put in other fields, then put in the TFN that I had been told to put in. "I don't know if you've done this job before, but it's very simple. Bring out peoples orders, remember the specials, the table numbers, who ordered who, and no making lots of noise, I don't need a crying girl to deal with," she added as she gave me the same once over and smiled at my appearance. "The customers will like you, you have a very sensual figure, and stand comfortably in those boots. Most girls wear flats, but, you seem to like them, and boots you will wear," she told me as she gave me the list of specials to memorise, then had me watch 3 of her other staff attend to customers, I watched them for 20 mins, then was told to serve my first table. I walked out into the diner, between full tables with people at them, mainly working class people, some families. Most of them glanced up at me, then appeared to look away even though I knew they were checking me out. My cute ass filled the back of my waitresses outfit perfectly as I stopped next to a table with a young couple at it. I told them what specials we had and took their order down. My heart was pounding the entire time, no one would think that I was anything other than a cute, young 19yo waitress here. I brought them their orders and turned to another table across from them. Sitting at it were 4 men, aged between about 25 and 40, dockworkers or in a similar field. They were looking at the menus and stopped as they noticed me. "Well well, I havn't seen you here before sweet thing, your first day is it," the older one asked me as I stood with my order pad in my hand. He made no attempt to keep his voice down, not caring if the people at the nearby tables heard him. "Yes, it's my first day here, I'm Bianca, what can I get you," I softly asked him as he got a better look at me, staring freely at my breasts contained under my waitresses dress. They rattled off their orders and I wrote them down as quickly as I can. I couldn't wait to get as far away from them as possible, I knew what they were thinking and I wanted no part of it. As I turned to walk to the counter, one of them, about 30 or so, grabbed my wrist and held it. "What if I want you with it, my own side order," he asked me as the others chucked around him. He held onto my slender wrist tightly enough so I couldn't move, but not so hard that it hurt "I'm not on the menu, now let me go," I almost pleaded with him as he pulled on my wrist, pulling it closer to his crotch. His stained teeth showed as he smiled and pulled me down. Pulling at my wrist as hard as I could, I nearly fell back as he let go. Laughter came from all of them as I brushed myself off and walked to the counter as fast as I could. I had never felt so helpless before, he only let me go because he wanted to, I hated being this petite and powerless. The first couple I had served left me a 4 dollar tip, and as they walked out, the girl told me to hang in there. I took that to heart and hesitated as the second tables orders were ready. Holding onto two plates and balancing one on my right arm, I carried their breakfast orders to them. They sat still as I placed their plates in front of them, as I brought the fourth plate and their drinks, the older one ran his hand up along my thigh under my skirt. I froze and blushed as he caressed along my smooth thigh. As his fingers found the lace of my panties, I pulled back and tugged at the hem of my skirt. More laughter came from their table as I was clearly their amusement for the morning. I nearly ran from the table and more than ever wanted to run from the diner, anything to avoid people like that. As much as I wanted to do that, I couldn't, I needed to hold onto this job. I avoided their table while they were there and served other people. The diner was packed out, with every table filled. The almost constant talking filled the room, and the voice of the cooks in the back sounded as they called each order ready. The 4 dockworkers finished their meals and left 45 minutes later. When I cleared their table, I found that 3 of them had left me a 5 dollar tip and the 4th had left me a 20 dollar note with what could only be his number written on a piece of paper around it. I threw the paper away and put the notes in with the rest of my tips. I felt my feet aching by the 2 hour mark, aching from walking in the 3in ankle boots. I got a short mid morning break and rubbed my feet as I enjoyed being off my feet and drinking the coke and snack that was part of an order that had been made, but cancelled. One of the other girls sat down next to me on her own break and talked to me. Her name was Adele, a cute redhead with an equally sexy figure. "Don't let them get to you Bianca, not a lot are like the second lot you served today, most arent like that, but, if you humor them, they tip you very well, show a little thigh, cleavage, and they'll always tip you well', she told me as she relaxed with a smoke. I excused myself and went back into the building to get back to work. The rest of the day went pretty smoothly. I found myself doing what Adele had suggested and got a thrill from it. I worked quickly and got to know some of the regulars very well. Some came in for breakfast every day, some for lunch. The one thing they all did was look me over, I couldn't fault them for that I guess. 6pm couldn't have come quickly enough for me, Jennifer told me that I had made the cut and to be in at the same time tomorrow morning. When I checked my tips, I found that I had made nearly 70 dollars, not bad for my first day. The car was waiting across from the diner at 6.10pm and drove me back to Alicia's Brownstone. She had me sit with her in the living room and tell her about my day. She got every detail about it out of me. She only smiled when I told her about the 4 dockworkers, she made me tell her how I felt when they held my wrist, talked about me and ran their hand up my thigh. "Its something you'll just have to get used to, to accept that you are a cute little thing. Men will see you in that way, and women will see you as competition, but not here, here you are my plaything and niece. Now, put that tongue to good use," she told me as she stretched out and parted her thighs. Meekly nodding my head, I leaned down on the sofa and slipped my head under her short skirt and tasted her pussy lips. I tasted her juices and licked harder while holding onto her hips. Her moans and cries got louder as I suckled on her, then pain flared from my ass as someone spanked me hard. "Good girl Stacey, urge her on," I heard my mistress say as Stacey spanked me again, then pressed my lips against her sweet pussy and nuzzled it as well. My tongue stud made her cry out louder and moisten up faster as I swallowed her juices down and went after more. I soon felt my waitresses dress hiked up, then a soft tongue running along my thighs and fingers tugging at the waistband of my panties. My young, sensitive body craved this as I lifted my hips and let her slide my panties from my hips to my thighs and toss them over the sofa. Stacey's soft tongue was soon sliding along my outer lips, with her nail teasing my clit, I was soon panting and crying out in extasy. My mistress held me in place between her thighs and had me suckle harder and faster on her. Her loud cries filled the room as she shuddered on the sofa and orgasmed from my tongue. Less than a minute later, I orgasmed as well and slumped down on the sofa. I woke up minutes later to find myself in one of the play rooms. Decorated in black and reds. I tried to sit up but found my wrists secured behind me in familiar leather cuffs. Matching ones were around my ankles as I focused on a face in front of me, Stacey. Renee, Erica and Angela were surrounding me as well. They were all naked and glancing at each other, then at me. I saw a few red lights from the corners of the room, cameras. Angela's soft tongue circling around my nipples soon distracted me from the cameras as I shook in arousal. Renee's soft lips were pressed against mine while another tongue lapped at my silky smooth pussy. Every part of me was alive and tingly as their lips, tongues, and fingers all played with me. They brought me to orgasm after orgasm, I cried and squealed as they fed on my juices, keeping my clit and pussy lips swollen puffy. Just when I thought it would never end, they moved away from me and kneeled on the floor around me as Our mistress walked in and sat down next to me. "You now see how good girls are rewarded, if you behave, your sisters will do this for you often, you do want to be rewarded, don't you," she softly asked me as I could only nod my head and catch my breath. The next morning went like the one before. I got ready early and was dropped off at the diner at 8am. The 4 dockworkers were there again, and others were at nearby tables. They leered at me and tried to take my hand again, but I was too fast for them. But as I turned to walk away, the one closest to me lightly smacked me on my cute ass. I stopped and blushed red in shame and anger. I shook it off and forced myself to calmly walk to collect another tables order. There were 3 other waitresses here besides me, they seemed to know which customers would come onto them like that and seemed to leave them to me to serve. The day soon passed and it was 5pm, the diner was maybe a third full. I had just taken a families order when I saw two men take a seat at the table closest to the restrooms. I froze as I recognised them, the older one and one of the younger dock workers that were treating me like candy. The other waitresses made no move to serve them, leaving it to me. The older one again looked me over then looked back at his menu. "You havn't called me.. Bianca, I left you a decent tip and my number, why havnt you called me," he added as he held onto my wrist and squeezed it, hurting me and bringing tears to my eyes. "Let me go, please, it's, it's only my second day here, I'm not a whore, you're hurting my wrist," I added as he looked to see that none of the staff were looking our way, then nearly pulled me off my feet as he got out and pulled me into the mens restroom with him. I tried to cry out, scream, anything as he flung me against the wall next to the mirror and advanced on me. "Sweet things like you, showing off like you do, flirting, sends a man to thinking, that you like being treated like this, you like being treated like slut, don't you," he said as he got within 5 feet of me. He must have seen that I was terrified and seconds away from crying out because he had his left hand around my throat and slowly choked me. My slender fingers held onto his wrist and tried to undo his fingers as he held me against the wall and stared down at me. "I'm going to undo my pants, and you're going to willingly bring me off with your mouth, like a good slut, and if you do a good job, I wont hurt you," he told me as I frantically nodded my head. His fingers were almost cutting off my air supply as he towered over me. The sound of the mens room door opening up got both of our attentions. I thought that it was his younger companion, but instead it was another customer. Wearing white cotton pants and a tshirt, about 28 to 30yo maybe. "I had her first, you can have her second. I asked her to join me in her, she said no, so I had to.. Convince her," he said to the man as he just stood there, his back to the door. "You want me to go second, hmm, that's very generous of you. But I can see why she didn't want to go with you, with you being a crude, smelly, unshaven slug, you clearly don't fit her high standards," he said to my attacker, then before he could turn to confront him. Punched him hard in the lower back, then spun him around and kneed him hard in the crotch. I could only stand there, frozen as my attacker fell to his knees and rested against the tiled wall. Moans and gasps came from his lips as he tried to talk, but couldn't. I was in a daze and didn't hear my rescuers voice at first. "Are you ok', he said as I heard him and turned to face him. I coughed and rubbed my sore neck. "I.. I think so, thank you for coming in," I told him as my attacker glared up at me but still couldn't stand up. "I saw you dragged in by him and couldn't stand by and do nothing. His friend outside tried to stop me but changed his mind when I broke his thumb and index finger, you're ok now," he said to me as he enveloped me into his arms. The delayed shock wore off and I sobbed against his shoulder. My emotions and hormones were raging as I continued to cry, I couldn't stop no matter what I did. He didn't say a word, but just held me while gently running his hand over my silky smooth hair. He moved only to kick my attacker between the legs again to keep him on his knees. "You should go back to work, I need to have a private talk to this slug here," he said as he let go of me and guided me towards the door. "What will you do to him," I asked him as I looked from him to my attacker, the fear in his eyes was starting to show. "Do you care," he replied as I held onto the handle. When I answered in the negative, he told me to walk out and close the door behind me. Seconds after I closed it behind me, it was locked from the inside. I didn't know what would happen to my attacker and didn't care. Orders were ready and I had to take them to their respective tables. I tried to hide my tears and worked quickly as I had been in the restroom with him for maybe 4 minutes. 3 minutes later I saw my rescuer walk out and sit back at his table. When he saw me, he winked at me and sipped at his coffee. It took longer for my attacker to leave the restroom, but when he did, he looked pale and held his left hand close to his body. He didn't wait around, but dropped something on his table and nearly ran from the diner. My rescuer watched as I walked around to their table to clear it. Two twenty dollar notes were there waiting for me. When I looked up at my rescuer again, he stood up, gave me a mock salute and left as well. I tried not to show that I had been scared and held by the throat by one of the customers here, if Jennifer suspected something, she kept it to herself. I couldn't have been more glad for Alicia's car to arrive and nearly jumped into the back. I was quiet the whole way back to her brownstone. I walked inside without saying anything and walked into the second floor bathroom to have a warm shower. I stripped off and stood under the water, scrubbing myself with the loofah all over my petite body, especially around my slender neck. I could still remember vividly his cigarette breath, his fingers around my neck, his body odour. I quietly sobbed again in the shower stall, would he do it to me again, anyone could do that to me and I couldn't stop them. A knock on the stall door woke me up from my vivid nightmare, it was then slid open and I saw my mistress standing there. "Is everything alright Bianca, what happened, did someone hurt you," she asked as if she could see the finger marks around my neck, even though they had almost faded. That brought on another round of crying as my emotions and hormones again took control of me. She turned off the water and lead me out to embrace me, I wrapped my damp arms around her and held her. It felt good to cry and hold her. She just stood there and held me, gently rubbing her hands over my back. Her soft touch soothed me and calmed me, she softly hummed and kissed me as well. She then dried me off and wrapped my long hair in a towel, then slipped a silk robe over my shoulders and arms, then did up the sash around my slender waist. She lead me into her bedroom on the top floor and had me rest next to her on her bed. At her bidding, I told her everything, the men, what they did, and about my rescuer. Her eyes darkened in anger as she took in what I had told her. She held me tighter and kissed my forehead. "Jennifer told me that something had happened to you today, but I had no idea that it was that bad, he will never harm you or any other girl again. Your saviour will be rewarded, and your attacker.. Will have a very vivid nightmare tonight, so bad that he wont dare come here the diner again. I want you to picture both of them in your mind, I know it's hard, but, do it for me pet," she asked me as I thought of the attack again. I visualised their faces, it wasn't hard. As I held onto their images, I felt like I wasn't alone in my mind, my mistress was there too. "Good girl, now, to bed with you, you will sleep very well tonight, with no nightmares," she told me as she brushed her fingertips against my forehead, then kissed me. I felt a wave of calmness go through me then and left her bedroom. End of part 2, I hope this is going the way you like it. If not, it will get more exciting.