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Beware of Unions by Rachael Free I reflect on my wife's and my situation and how it ever happened. My name's Jeff (or was) and I was once a very successful lawyer married to a self made millionaire, Amy. Financially we were set for life, loving our work and pursuit of excellence. We both focused more on our work than enjoying life. Of course we had the houses, the vacation house, boats, cars, the finest clothing and loyal servants who took care of all our needs. We were also very happily married and loved each other. Everything was perfect, just perfect. But how could this have ever happened? Our life changed dramatically overnight - little money, shabby surroundings, provocative clothing, long nights, no cars, no boats, no houses and no servants. A little confused? I'd say! Almost as fast as our world came crashing down though, we survived and are now back on our feet, but living different lives. Let me go back to the beginning and tell the sad, sordid story as it unfolded. Amy and I met at a county fair in Illinois. I was still in college studying hard to become a lawyer. I was asked to go to the fair with my friends to get away from my studying. I reluctantly got dressed and hopped into the car with my friends. I wandered around the fair just trying to let all the facts in my brain settle. I walked through all the livestock tents with all the pigs, cows, chickens and all sorts of other farm animals making sure I didn't step in any manure. While I was walking through one of the food tents I saw her. She was sitting behind a small table selling pies. She looked so pure, so innocent, so plain. I was immediately attracted to her and had to meet her. My pulse quickened, I felt a cold sweat and my stomach was flipping. I was really taken with this girl. I walked up to the table and asked her about her pies. I could see a sparkle in her eye as she explained everything about the pies, how she made them, the fruit, etc. I didn't hear a word. I was lost in her words and couldn't think past her simple beauty. She took my arm asking me if I was OK as I snapped out of my trance. I made some type of excuse as she asked me to sit in the chair and drink some water. I composed myself apologizing for my stupid actions. She was concerned that I was OK and helped some people as I pulled myself together. This had never happened to me before. This girl was the one, I new it immediately. Well, it was a fast proposal and marriage but we both knew it was right. I was 24 and she was 25. Amy grew up on a farm in Illinois in a quiet farm community while I grew up in the city, came from a very well to do family and lived a fast life. Amy was 5'7", 130 lbs. and a little gangly. She needed very little makeup and dressed very plain. In fact she never wore pants and insisted on inexpensive skirts and dresses every day. I was only 5'9"and 160 lbs. Not very big for a guy but I was in good shape and loved playing fast paced sports like basketball. My wardrobe had all the designer suits and expensive shirts. We were quite opposite in our taste for clothes and other material items. I found out soon after dating her that her parents were killed in a plane crash when she was 20 and she was left to run the farm. The farm was a big business really. It boasted over 1000 head of cattle and over 15,000 acres of prime farmland growing mostly corn and soybeans. Amy had a two year degree in accounting, which helped her manage the finances to a tee. She improved profitability in less than two years and continued increasing the size and value of the property. When we met at the fair, I thought she was a poor farm girl not realizing she ran a multi-million dollar business. The pies, well that was her hobby (baking) and her escape from running the business. Who would have known. After we were married we moved into downtown Chicago. Amy still ran the books but let the managers run the business on a day-to-day basis. Amy still dressed in a plain skirt or dress every day even though she could afford the best of the best. I graduated from law school and took a job as a trial lawyer for a prestigious law firm. We both had hectic lives but we loved our work. Amy also got very involved in the arts and participated in many charitable events. She was becoming very popular in the city. I too was making quite a name for myself handling very visible cases mostly defending the city in labor issues. The legal groups liked me as did the politicians. The labor unions didn't care for me too much though. I was winning all my cases making the unions very uncomfortable in the city and surrounding areas. Maybe I was making things a little too uncomfortable for my liking. I received my usual death threats on a monthly basis. I was told not to worry and it was just scare tactics. Our lives remained busy for the next four years. We savored our two week vacations in Hawaii, the Bahamas, and so on and enjoyed our popularity when we were back in the city. Amy's business was phenomenal and she sold the farm for $5.7 million. We didn't have to work anymore but I loved my work and Amy just shifted into full time charity work. As I said, things were just perfect. Until... The Kidnaping I left our house, as usual, at 6AM, walking down to the corner to get a Starbuck's before catching the train into downtown. I kissed Amy goodbye making sure she knew we had dinner with my family that evening. It was a beautiful sunny summer day and I felt on top of the world. I had just settled a case and was on top of my game. After I got my coffee, I was walking the two blocks to the subway when a car pulled up along side me. The window rolled down and a very sharp looking 40ish woman asked me for directions. She said she couldn't hear very well and to lean down closer to the window. As I leaned down she sprayed something into my face as I felt a prick in my neck. I immediately became confused as I was helped by a large man into the back seat. I couldn't fight back and was becoming groggy and dizzy. Just then everything went black. Confinement I woke up looking up at a bare ceiling. My arms and legs were tied to the four corners of a bed and I was dressed only in my underwear. I took some time to access my surroundings as I was regaining my consciousness. The room was bare with only one chair next to the head of the bed and a small set of drawers. The windows had been barred only letting natural sunlight in the room. I couldn't see out of the window though due to some kind of film covering the glass. I laid there for what seemed hours until I heard a door close and the door to the bedroom open. There was the same woman I saw in the car with a large man standing behind her. "Ah, I see we're awake. Had a good sleep?" I tried to answer but was told that I was never to speak, only listen and nod approval. I was waiting to see where this was leading. "I'm sure you have a lot of questions. You will know everything in due time. For now, we're going to make you very comfortable. I'm sure with time you will come to beg for the feeling. OK Bruno, let's send Mr. Gibbons on a little "trip". Are you ready for the injection Bruno?" I tried to escape but was tied tightly to the bed. Bruno came up to me and sat on my chest. The woman held my arm as Bruno injected some warm fluid into my vein. A rush came over me as I laid back felling higher than I had ever been in my life. "There, there now Jeffie poo. Just lay back and relax. You will love the feeling and beg for more in the weeks to come." I could hear some words but didn't understand anything as I zoned out. I woke in the dark with my mouth dry and my body sweating. I tried to move but felt like I had been hit by a train. Where was I, who were these people, is Amy all right, a million questions going through my head which hurt real bad too. I just laid back wondering what else was going to happen. My head was throbbing too. What kind of drug did they give me? I calmed myself and closed my eyes falling off to sleep. I woke up to the door opening and Bruno coming to the bed. It was now light outside. How long had I been here? I tried saying something but my mouth was too dry. He told me to put the straw in my mouth and drink. I was real hungry and sucked down the cold creamy drink. It tasted like a strawberry milk shake and it tasted great. He changed the cup and had me drink down the next one he had in his hand. I finished the drink and laid my head back on the pillow. He left the room leaving me alone for what seemed like hours. He then came back in with another syringe. Oh no, not another shot. He took my arm and injected it into my vein. I felt the world slip away again into a wonderful high. My body was moving but I had no control. I was groggy and felt water on my skin. I was in a shower with warm water being sprayed on me. It felt good as I closed my eyes and relished the water. "Hey, start washing yourself", I heard from Bruno. My eyes opened and I took the soap and washed myself. My mind was still lost somewhere but I could at least function a bit. I put the soap down, rinsed off and Bruno reached in and turned the water off. He pulled my arm and gave me a towel. I was too groggy and too weak to even try to fight him. He was also very muscular and I know I would just get hurt. I dried off and he told me to put on the underwear. I took them and saw they were women's panties, in pink. I looked up at him and he told me to just hurry up. Not having any clothing on I just pulled them up into place. Here, put this top on too. It was also silky, pink and looked like a tank top. I put it on and he told me to get back into the bedroom. I stumbled back to the bed and sat down. Bruno handed me a cup and told me to drink up. I was famished and savored the strawberry drink. This time I had three cups to drink and felt a little more satisfied. Alone again for a long time and then Bruno came into the room, grabbed my arm and once again I went into la-la land. When I woke up, it was daylight and the process was the same. The ritual was the same... a shower, girl's underwear (different types, styles, and fabrics including bras), time alone to ponder my situation, the shakes and more injections followed by me zoning out. I was allowed to stay awake more and more between injections and was given women's magazines and clothing books to look at. My comprehension of reality seemed to fade as I turned the pages absorbing the various clothing, the makeup, the looks and mostly, immersing myself in femininity. The small set of drawers was now becoming full of my new things. It was now full of all types of colored underwear, slips, bras, camisoles and other types of lingerie. The shakes still came and I was also allowed to eat some food. Salads were the most food I ate. I was free to use the facilities too in between my periods of being drugged. The bathroom had just a toilet and a shower. There was no mirror to evaluate my condition. I wondered how long I had been there, how long this would last and how my Amy was through this entire ordeal. I also looked forward to the high feeling and feeling the world slip away. I almost craved my next injection. One day I was in the bed and the woman who kidnaped me came in. I was dressed in my panties, a bra and a long top I guess was a slip. "My, my, how nice. I'm sure you don't know what's happening, but you have done so well and are acting so good that I'm going to give you a present. Wouldn't that be nice?" A young girl entered the room and with that, my hair was washed and I was given a haircut. I was pretty zoned out and sat in the chair for a long time. Instead of getting my hair cut though, it seemed longer and touched my shoulders. After the haircut, I was then asked to put on the lotion they gave me all over my body except the hair on my head and face. I put the lotion on and after ten minutes I was asked to shower. As I washed all my hair fell off my body and I was hairless except for my longer hair on my head. I dried off and felt so naked without any hair. A girl came in and put more lotion on me. I now smelled like flowers. I was then given a new pair of panties, no bra this time and a short silky robe. The robe seemed to tickle my nipples as I put it on. "Come here Jeffie." And I walked into the bedroom facing the woman again. "Wow, I love your long hair and your new look." I was a bit embarrassed but still couldn't focus too well. I was handed another shake and drank it down. "Here, try this drink now", she said as she handed me a reddish looking fluid that tasted like kool-aid. I felt a nice warm rush and she helped me sit down on the chair. The other girl from the bathroom came in and had me sit still while she worked on my hair. I sat zoned out as she curled it, played with it, fluffed it and sprayed some hair spray all over. I was then asked to sit on the bed as the younger girl left the room. The woman sat down next to me and stroked my hair. "My your are a gorgeous site. I do love your new hairdo too." She then reached into the robe and started playing with my nipples. I felt a tingle as she tweaked my nipple. It was like a spark of electricity running through my body. It also hardened and became erect as she continued to play with it in her fingers. I closed my eyes enjoying the sensitivity and pleasure I felt. She pulled her hand away and patted my head. "There, there missy. Not too much fun for today." She leaned over and gave me kiss on my lips. I could smell her perfume and her lips were pressed onto mine and her tongue invaded my mouth. I was getting aroused from the attention and the pleasures I felt from my nipples. She then pulled away and I could taste her lipstick on my lips and her perfume on my skin. I closed the robe as she stood up. My mind was sluggish as Bruno came in and gave me an injection. I even held my arm out for him this time. I laid back enjoying the feeling as the rush hit me. I could stay awake longer and longer after the injections enjoying the feeling. I knew people were around but I didn't care what they did or said. I would fall asleep and wake up to my shakes, a small salad and the red kool-aid. I was also told to take some pills with my shakes. I was falling into a routine of drugs, food and sleep. My underwear was now very sexy and I was now wearing an "A" cup bra, silky panties, silky top and some short shorts. Yes I was now filling out the bra cups. My nipples were really sensitive now and the bra helped stop the rubbing against the clothes. My hair was to be brushed every day and curled and I was to keep my body hairless using the lotions and creams every week and spray myself with sweet smelling perfume every day. I had a light beard anyway, but it seemed like I didn't have to shave my face any more. My skin seemed smoother too. Bruno would visit me every day bringing me drinks, food and of course an injection. I would hurry and eat so I could get my fix. It's almost as if I needed it and wanted it. One day I was brought into the living area. I looked around and realized I was in an apartment. I looked out the window and saw snow. I must have been here at least six months. It was summer when I was taken. My weight was lower and I was very weak. My arms and legs had no tone either. I used to be in great shape and could run five miles. Now I believe I could barely walk a mile without resting. I was told to sit. Odd thing is I crossed my legs and realized they were crossed like a girl. It felt natural though. My hair was now down past my shoulders and sometimes pulled back into a ponytail. My fingernails and toenails were also trimmed, filed and polished every two weeks. Without any hard work, my hands and feet were also very soft. I watched Bruno in the kitchen as he finished and gave me my shake and drink. I ate my salad and took my pills. I was ready for my fix but this time I didn't get one. Bruno sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. I hadn't watched TV since I got here. It was Jerry Springer and his guests were transsexuals. I watched, trying to focus on the program. Program after program came on and I was getting sweaty and fidgety. I tried relaxing but got more anxious as the time went by. I asked to go to the bathroom and Bruno took me to the main bathroom. Water, I need to splash my face with water. As I came up I looked into a mirror. I was shocked to see a thin, pale face of a young girl, not the tanned strong face that was once mine. I had long blonde hair very neatly styled flowing over my shoulders. I hadn't seen myself in a mirror since I got here either. It was quite a shock to say the least. I looked terrible though, like some high junkie. I could also see the track marks on my arms. How many times did I shoot up? I couldn't focus on the number of marks. My eyes were sunken into my skull and I had dark circles underneath my eyes. My eyes were also bloodshot. Bruno knocked and told me to hurry. I sat back down still very nervous and felling ill. I needed my fix. It was too long since my last one and I felt like crap. I tried fighting the feelings but felt worse and worse with every passing hour. Soon my body was revolting and I curled up on the chair with cramps. Bruno just watched as I moaned in pain. I had to keep fighting but I couldn't. Bruno came over to me and held out the syringe. My hands were trembling as I reached forward and took one of his hands and cried. I didn't want to get in trouble and talk. I needed to make the pain go away. He smiled down at me and told me to hold out my arm. He injected me as I sat back in the chair relishing the rush. My body stopped hurting as the world passed me by. I came to, still in the chair. It was dark and Bruno wasn't in the room. There was another man sitting across the room on the couch watching TV. He looked like Bruce Willis, only younger and with more hair. He was laughing at the show. My body started coming back as I shifted in the chair. "I see our princess is awake. Wanna come over here and play?" I heard the words but things were still fuzzy. I closed my eyes and waited for my head to clear up. I heard him say, "Come on over here and sit with me, I'll make you feel real good." I stood up and walked over to the couch. I didn't feel like I could control myself and had to do what he said. I sat down and crossed my legs just staring at the TV. Time seemed to go by in slow motion as I stared forward. I felt his hand on my leg and pulled back slightly. "Don't worry about anything baby, you're going to make Daddy real happy." I heard the words but couldn't comprehend what he was saying. He stood up and unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. He was pulling out his cock. My mind was numb as I watched him. He told me to lean forward and I complied as if I was a zombie. I was now face to face with a man's cock. It was big and tick and smelled too. He took the back of my head and buried my face in his crotch. "Open up little girl, make Daddy happy." I opened my mouth as he put his soft cock in. I could feel it growing as he pulled my head back and forth. He told me not to bite him and just use my lips. I was his fuck toy not being able to control any of my actions. What was wrong with me? I sucked him off until he tightened up and started moaning. His cock filled my mouth and I had no other choice than to swallow. I felt him spurt his war cum at least six times as he softened and pulled out of my mouth. Cum ran out the side of my mouth as I caught it with my fingers and licked them clean. He said, "Baby, that was great. Now go clean yourself up you little whore." I stood up and went to the bathroom where I rinsed out my mouth and washed my face. I was truly a mess and looked like shit. I felt so used, so helpless, so shamed. Why couldn't I refuse? Something just wasn't right. I just blew another guy and I seemed to enjoy it. I came back in the room and he told me to sit in the chair. He handed me my shake and kool-aid drink with some pills. I didn't get any food this time though. "I bet my cum was more than enough food for you, huh?" I didn't answer but just looked at the floor. "Now just sit there and keep quiet. You better not say anything to anyone about this either or else." I complied with my legs crossed and my hands perched on my knees. Sun started coming through the window as the front door opened and Bruno came in. "Bruce" jumped up and told Bruno everything was great and that I woke up an hour ago. He said I had also been fed. Little did Bruno know what type I food I was fed. I dare not tell him either. I looked up at Bruno and he just nodded. I sat watching TV for the morning as Bruno fixed food for himself. I was given another round of shakes and drinks around noon. I was told to go fix my hair and face and put on the clothes in the room and I better hurry. I went to the room and found black French cut panties, a black push up bra, black fishnet stockings, a garter belt, a short leather skirt and a black stretch top. My hair was a mess and I brushed it out letting it fall down my back in a mass of curls. My face was real pale and I was told to use some foundation, powder, blush, mascara, and lipstick to get some color. I knew how to use all these products by watching Amy, even though she didn't need much herself. Amy, what about Amy? I tried remembering what she looked like but her face seemed fuzzy to me. The clothes were just my size. I read a tag and it said size 4. I didn't know what size 4 meant but they fit. The panties fit like a glove and I had a bit of trouble with the stockings and garter. The bra made my now developing chest push up and out making me look like I had little nice almost "B" cup titties. The top was tight and showed my belly button. I slipped on the skirt and found a set of 4" heels too. The problem was I didn't even fight putting all this stuff on. The heels were something different and I found I had to take short steps to stop from falling. As I came into the living area I saw Bruno look at me with a little smile. I walked over to the chair and sat back down crossing my legs again. I felt so natural doing it. Bruno handed me a glass that looked like a cocktail. "Here, I'll bet you missed this?", he said as I took a sip. It was straight gin on the rocks. I choked from the taste and then remembered this was my favorite drink. How did he know? I hadn't had a stiff drink now in over six months. I took another sip and enjoyed the flavor of the gin. I really missed this little luxury. Why was he being so nice? Did he want a blowjob too? I finished my drink as Bruno sat on the couch and watched TV. Bruno got up, took my glass and went to the kitchen. He came back with another drink and two pills. "Here, take these, they will help stop any pain and allow you to relax and enjoy the evening." I took the pills and enjoyed the rest of my cocktail. After a half an hour I did feel good, not high like I had been feeling but relaxed. The door opened and the woman came in the room. "Nice, very nice. You're coming along quite nicely. As a treat, I'm taking you out of here. You must promise you won't try anything or your pretty little wife will meet her fate." Amy, don't do anything to get Amy in trouble. But what about Amy? Was she OK? "Come over here, I need to fix you up a bit." I stood up and walked over to the kitchen where she had me sit in a chair as she fixed my makeup job. She sprayed me with some sweet perfume too. "There, that should do." Here, take this purse. I've put some things in it for you. A girl has to have her backup makeup." With that I was given a winter coat and told to follow her. The Party We got in her car and Bruno drove for about an hour. We pulled up in front of a big house with a big fence around it and I was escorted into the house by Bruno. As I entered the house I could hear some people laughing. We were at a party. Bruno took my arm and we followed the woman into the main room. I looked around and saw at least twenty men smoking cigars and drinking cocktails. I was led to the group as one man let out a whistle. As I looked at each man, I recognized their faces. These were all the union leaders from Illinois that I had battled with over the years. Just then I looked in the corner and I saw Amy. Amy was there too. She was sitting back in a chair looking ahead. She was also made up like a hooker and was wearing the same clothes that I had on. All I wanted to do was go to her but the woman told me to stay put and greet our hosts. I couldn't move a muscle even though I wanted to. I felt like a drone or robot following each command blindly. As the men came up to me I was told to shake hands and curtsey. I complied until every man got his kicks out of seeing me bow down to them. Bruno took me over to where Amy was and told me to sit. He walked away and I opened my mouth to talk to Amy. I had trouble speaking. Come to think of it, I hadn't really spoken in the past six months. When I tried talking it was a high pitched, girly sound. I actually sounded like a girl. I saw Amy look over at me and could tell she was drugged too. I tried talking again but sounded ridiculous. How could they change my voice? Bruno came up and told Amy and me to follow him. Amy stood up like a robot and I followed. We were brought to a bedroom and Bruno told us to get ourselves comfortable as he left. I sat down next to Amy and she looked into my eyes. "It's me Amy, Jeff." With that she put her arms around me and wept. We held each other for a few minutes and Amy pulled back looking at me as if she saw a ghost. "Jeff, what has happened to you? You look and sound like a girl." I tried explaining what I remembered but couldn't make sense of it really. She looked confused too as I told the story. Here we were, two very smart people, now drugged up, blonde bimbos. We just held each other and cried some more. My makeup was a mess and Amy fixed my face. I asked her what was going to happen next and she told me to just do whatever they said or I would be hurt. If no one ever knew, we could have been sisters, almost identical. We were now about the same size, dressed the same, had the same style and color of hair and were made up alike. The door opened and two men came in closing the door after them. One went to one chair and the other to the bed. They undid their belts, dropped their pants and boxers and motioned for us to come to them. Amy told me to go as I walked over to the man on the bed. "All right now Mr. Gibbons, or should I say now, Miss Gibbons. This is going to please me to no end. I'll bet you can't wait to suck my cock? You know what to do and don't bite me, understand?" This man ran one of the largest unions in the city and I made his life miserable for years. I knelt in front of him as Amy did the same to the other man. He told me exactly what to do, lick the tip, massage his balls, stroke his cock and make it hard, suck on his head, lick the shaft up and down, take his cock in my mouth and finally swallow his cum. I responded to every order like he owned my mind. Why couldn't I stop degrading myself? Why couldn't I resist? Amy was blowing the other union chief too. I felt him get real hard and stretch back as he exploded in my mouth. I sucked every drop of cum not letting any drip on his clothes licking my lips to get every drop. He patted my head and told me to sit on the floor and wait for my precious wife to finish. I looked over at Amy as she was taking the other guy's cum into her mouth too. He whispered something to her and she stood up and came over to me on the floor. I was told to open my mouth as she transferred his load into my mouth. It was as if I couldn't get enough. My mind was telling me I wanted more cum. I was told to swallow it up and Amy licked my face off of some cum that was on my chin. "Kiss her again bitch. Let's see how Amy likes to be kissed by a cock sucking shemale." Amy reached down and started kissing me. Our lipstick meshed together and I could taste more cum in her mouth as her tongue lunged into my mouth. She tasted so, so good. I was so ashamed I couldn't defend her. The two men laughed as they pulled up their pants and fixed themselves. As they left Amy stopped kissing me and held me. "Jeff dear, this isn't over until all of them have been served. Please, please don't do anything or we'll both be hurt." I hung my head only to cry as Amy comforted me. We fixed our faces, put some more lipstick on and waited for what was next. The door opened again with two other union chiefs. Each man loved having big lawyer man, now a whimpering sissy, blow them. Amy was instructed to share her man's cum with me. At the end of the night I had blown 10 men, swallowed the cum of at least ten others and at one point was forced to suck the cum out of Amy's pussy. Yes she was raped too. Bruno came into the room and told us to clean ourselves up. We washed our faces, hands, and the cum out of our hair. Amy helped me straighten my clothes and seemed to like my new titties. She massaged them and played with my nipples as I moaned in pleasure. Through the entire events of the evening though, my own dick never stirred. We were brought into the main room and told to stand. The men were all sitting down and as we entered, the woman stood next to me. "What do you think of our little girl, gentlemen?" She was stroking my head. She meant me. They all clapped and the leader asked me how I liked being their little whore. I was told to answer that I loved it and I couldn't wait to suck them and fuck them again. My high voice and my girlish looks and posture brought a round of laughter. Amy and I were their new fuck toys, imprisoned in this mansion. "OK girls, time for more fun." I looked over at Amy and all she did was look down at the ground. "We want to see you two whore's kiss each other, play with each others tits, and we want the lawyer slut to clean out his wifey's pussy and asshole with his tongue. Hurry up, we want to enjoy the show." Amy and I faced each other and without any resistance, began kissing, slowly at first then with more passion. We lowered ourselves to the floor where Amy took off my top and bra and sucked on my nipples. I was moaning out load in ecstasy. She then stood and pulled off her panties lowering her pussy onto my face. I licked and sucked as she ground her cum drenched pussy into my face. She then got on her knees and I eagerly started sucking and licking her asshole while I finger fucked her. Just then I felt my panties being pulled down and something behind me. I was about to be fucked by one of the boys. I was rimming Amy out as she was bucking back and forth in pleasure while I felt a huge cock enter me from behind. I squealed as I felt him plunge into my ass. The pain started ebbing as I felt him fucking my ass responding to his thrusts. I could feel him playing with my tits and nipples sending shivers down my spine. We must have been quite a sight. Me sucking Amy's ass while being fucked and fondled. I felt a warmth inside me as he shot his load into me. He pulled out as I heard a "plop". The other's laughed joking about Mr. Laywer getting his cherry popped. We were told to stop and get up. I stood and straightened out my panties and skirt as Amy grabbed her panties and pulled her skirt down. I put my bra and top back on as we were told to go get cleaned up. Bruno took us to the bathroom as we tried to clean up as best we could and fix our makeup. Once we looked somewhat presentable we were led back into the room. "Bruno, do them." I knew what that meant. The party was over and we were going to get a fix. I lifted my arm as did Amy. We were both injected and led to a couch where we held each other in a blissful high. Amy and I had now become two drugged, cocksucking, finger fucking, cum swallowing, ass fucked, pussy fucked, ass rimming, snowballing, sluts. The Mansion The mansion now became my new home, Amy's too. After spending time with Amy I found that she was also abducted the same day and brought to the mansion. She was kept drugged like me, only allowed time enough to service men. She got her nipples pierced, her clit pierced and was given new boobs. She also found it hard to resist to anything anyone wanted. She had only received milk shakes like mine though, not the extra kool-aid drink. The milk shakes had to be some type of drug that made us follow any order given. But what else was I given. I did seem a bit spacier than Amy and seemed to forget basic things. Reading became a chore and I only liked looking at pictures in magazines. Amy told me our house had mysteriously been blown up and the papers had a field day with all the rumors of what had happened to us. She took note of the changes in me too. She could tell I was chemically neutered and my balls had shrunk away to nothing. My dick still got hard, though only with special blue pills. Without them I was small and useless. She loved playing with my new and expanding tits the most. We were kept in a perpetual drugged state although not injections any more. We still had the milkshakes and I had my special drink as well with more pills. We were also told to be each others play thing. I got implants like Amy's a month after I was brought here. To be honest, I couldn't remember much of my old life and life without drugs. We both looked forward to getting high. Ecstasy, cocaine, liquor, and pot were our drugs of choice. The longer I was here, the more ditzy I seemed to get. I even had trouble spelling words. The only thing we could focus on was dolling each other up, sucking cocks, getting fucked and swallowing cum. I became Amy's best girlfriend and we played with each others tits, asses, dicks and pussies whenever we were told. We also would dress each other up in all sorts of costumes and formal gowns to please the men. Our life was really pretty relaxing. We were fuck toys for the boys but had the luxuries of the mansion. We sunned ourselves in our skimpy bikinis every day, worked out in the gym to tone our bodies, had facials, massages and had our hair and nails done in the mansion every week. We became two hot tamales. Too bad I was really a guy. Amy and I would use our toys to fuck each other. My dick could be used if I took the blue pills but I was instructed never to fuck Amy. At least we were allowed to sleep together, not as husband and wife though, but lesbian girlfriends. Amy was allowed to use her toys and strap on's on me though. My body was now in great shape too. The drugs made life bearable at least helping us forget about our past lives and current situation being held captive. Escape One afternoon while we were sunning we heard gunfire. Amy and I jumped up and ran to the pool house to hide. Something was definitely wrong. We stayed hidden under the bar for a long time just holding each other. When it was dark we got up and walked out to the house. The back doors were open and some glass was shot out. The lights were off too. We walked to the kitchen and turned on the lights. We saw eight men lying on the floor. They looked like they were all shot in the back of the head like an execution. These men were the union leaders who abducted us and made us their bimbo sluts. We walked through the house only to find six more in the living room, three in a bedroom, and five in the pool room. The blood was thickening on the floor and we didn't hear any sounds in the house. They were all killed earlier when we heard the gunshots. I looked at Amy and we agreed we needed to get out of Dodge. We ran to our room, changed into skirts and tops, packed some clothes and shoes as fast as we could, grabbed our makeup and other necessities and threw them in one of the service cars. Amy knew the combination to the safe and we grabbed as much cash as we could find in a bag basically cleaning out the safe. We'd count it later. We didn't want to take an expensive car or we would be visible targets for the police. We were now two "girls" on the run. Not too many people even knew we lived at the mansion. We never attended parties with outsiders, didn't go shopping alone and shopped in other cities, and never met any neighbors. To everyone outside, we never existed. Amy and I drove east hoping to get lost in another city. We finally settled in a suburb of Pittsburgh. The first couple of nights were at an out of the way hotel but after we counted the money, we had enough for a small one bedroom apartment. The money, well let's say the union didn't have as much as we thought. Only $5000 and some change. That wouldn't last too long so we had to come up with a plan. We just hoped that no one would ever find us. I don't think I could even get a decent job now being so ditzy. The effects of the many drugs I took had affected my IQ. Yep, I was blonde bimbo. I'm glad Amy could still think for the two of us. Amy and I cried a lot and wondered how we would ever get by. Amy found a job in a bar at night waitressing. I tried waitressing but made too many mistakes with the money (I had trouble counting it and giving change) and kept getting fired. Amy would work late and come home tired and sore. Her job kept us at least eating. I finally found work as a topless stripper. Amy hated me doing it we needed the money. With my new assets and tucking my little guy way up, I was quite a fetching site. The club owner helped me get a wardrobe that I had to pay off with every performance. One day I would make it big though and be in the big money, he kept telling me. I danced on the weekends and would take home around $500. I was always hit on by the drunks, pawed at by some men and had my share of men biting me during lap dances. I did enjoy all the attention though and loved dick teasing. I did like them playing with my nipples too. I would get real horny. One night I was dancing a number when I looked across the bar and saw Bruno. He was with the woman who started all of this. What was I going to do? I had another set and I know they would recognize me. I quickly exited the stage complaining of being sick and headed home. I stayed up until Amy came home and told her all about it. Well we had to leave again and off we were back to Chicago. Amy thought it would be the best place for us. We packed our car with just our personal stuff and left that night. We found a small apartment uptown and Amy got a job real fast as a waitress. No more dancing for me though, Amy wouldn't let me. Chicago Nights Some nights I'd just walk along the lake and dream of what could have been. I was too afraid to contact my family and too embarrassed of what I looked like now. During one of my walks I was hit on by a very handsome man. He walked with me for an hour and we stopped for a cocktail. He told me I really turned him on and he would love for me to come back to his apartment for a nightcap. I knew Amy was still working so I accompanied him to his home. Once we entered his apartment he began kissing me. In all the times with the "boys" I never had to kiss them. This was a new experience for me. Kissing another man. He began fondling my tits and dry humping me when he asked me if I would give him a blow job. He said he would pay me for it too. I was turned on too and shyly agreed. I gave him an expert blowjob from all my practice at the mansion. He was embarrassed to shoot himself into my mouth and withdrew before cumming. He finished stroking himself off in a napkin. What a waste of cum. He was so nice and such a gentleman. He tucked a bill into my bra and told me I was fantastic. We kissed again and I left to walk home wondering how much he gave me. Under one of the streetlights I retrieved the bill. $100. Imagine that, $100 for doing something I was good at and also enjoyed. Well that started my nightly forays on the lakeside. I was pulling in around $2000 per week for just a few hours work. My minimum was $50 and another $20 if I swallowed. Sometimes my belly would be full after an evening. My clothes were nicer and I was coming in after Amy some nights. I know she wondered what I was doing but I insisted I wasn't stripping. Well one night she followed me and saw me blowing a guy in the park. That was it. She was furious and threatened to leave me. I cried and cried telling her I wanted to help with the bills and it just happened. I was made to promise I would stop. I loved her so much I did. What was I going to do now though. No skills, a sexy body, a little dick and the IQ of an earthworm. Who would ever have guessed I was once a successful male lawyer? Amy and I would argue about money after that and then one day I said something I thought was stupid but Amy thought was brilliant. Amy was still Amy, I was the one who had changed and became a true bimbo. I told her she could go back to being Amy anytime, but I was stuck for life. She thought about it for awhile and told me I was a genius. I giggled, me a genius, maybe once but not now. When we were kidnaped and given up for dead, all our assets were technically frozen and put into a trust only to be recovered by Amy herself if she ever returned. She had made sure the monies were protected if anything happened to her, one thing she learned from her parents. If the funds were not claimed by only Amy in 10 years, they would automatically be disbursed to the charities she supported. Now how to get the money? Back in Business Amy hadn't changed much in the past two years even with implants. It was the same Amy but a sexier Amy. She had to focus back on the old Amy, how she dressed, how she carried herself and who she knew. Boring clothes, little makeup and housewife hairdo would complete the look. She would be the old Amy, at least for a short period of time. Amy and I went to the license bureau and got a replacement drivers license. Our "deaths" were not recorded and it was easy for her to get most of her personal identification. She even sent away for a credit card and easily got one now she was working and had a home address. The next thing was to contact one of her old charity acquaintances. This would be key in providing a personal reference to retrieve the money. Amy contacted one of her closest friends two years earlier, Bev Tyler. The story she told was about Amy and I having to go undercover and go into the federal witness protection program due to my (Jeff's) union business. Part of the story was that she couldn't mention me at any time. Bev was hurt badly by our disappearance and would do anything for Amy. Bev drove Amy to the bank in downtown Chicago. She actually knew the bank president and asked for a private meeting. Amy proceeded to tell the banker the "story" and with Bev's vouching, released the funds into Amy's new bank account. With interest, it came to almost $6.8 million. Amy left $1 Million in the fund to be distributed to the charity with Bev responsible for managing the fund. Bev was overjoyed but alas, the friendship had to end again. Amy told Bev she had to leave for good never to meet again. The girls hugged and cried and parted never to see one another again. Amy came home with a few bottles of Champagne as we celebrated into the night. Now what do we do? Stay in Chicago? Move to the West coast? Decisions, decisions. Well it wasn't really that tough to decide. Amy felt so at home in the boring clothes, little makeup and her new housewife hairstyle that all she wanted to do was to return to her roots. I thought she wanted to have her hair and roots colored but she called me silly and said she wanted to move back to a farm in the Midwest. It was fine with me. I know I would only be tempted to stray again if I stayed in the city. So we packed up again, left Chicago and headed west. We drove through Illinois and found a little town in Iowa that was charming. Of course I had to dress down so I didn't draw too much attention. Here we were, two "girls" looking at buying a farm. We found a beautiful little farmhouse with a white picket fence, just like Amy remembered. We paid cash for the property, something odd in Iowa but we said it was our inheritance and we didn't trust big banks. We settled in to a peaceful life in the Midwest as Amy started researching buying cattle and also buying up more property around us. Her plan was to get back into the farm business. She would show me all the numbers and it would make my head spin. How could she remember everything? My mind was mush. I had trouble reading the directions on a box of macaroni. Maybe she didn't have the same potions I was given and her IQ stayed the same. I basically would wake up, work out in our new basement gym, take a steam bath and primp myself for the day. Amy on the other hand was out early looking at cattle and preparing to plant a new crop next year. I became the housewife and cooked most meals, did the wash, cleaned the house and made sure I hit the beauty parlor every week. I loved getting my hair done and manicures and pedicures every week. I felt so whole. My entire lifestyle focused on being a girl and enjoying our life together. Amy even taught me how to sew, make dresses and also make pies just like the ones she made the day I met her. I was very content with our new life. Our sex was waning though and I couldn't please her anymore in bed even with the blue pills. I was struggling with any vestige of manhood I had left. Amy knew my troubles and would make me feel better by buying me a nice bracelet, or earrings or something sexy. One day Amy sat at the kitchen table holding my hands and asked me if I would feel better being a total woman. I burst into tears and we held each other talking through it. The Final Solution Well that was nine months ago. Amy knew I had to do it quickly or I'd change my mind so off to Thailand we went. I came home being Jenny Cramer. Yes we did change our names after Amy got her money. It was much safer that way. I now felt complete and came home being the best housewife anyone could ever want. I still have moments where I would like to stray, but I look at Amy, show successful she has become, for the second time, and am thankful I am healthy and in love. We never heard a word from anyone and never saw any suspicious people either. We felt very safe in our new town. Maybe one day I will get the courage to contact my parents. I know they still are alive and living in the same house. I'll have Amy write a letter first and tell the story so I don't' shock them too much. I'd even love for them to come and live in our guest house and be a family again. So much has happened in such a short period of time that I'm going to just enjoy being a wife and also enjoy being pampered for the rest of my life. Final By the way, lesbian sex is also great. There are all sorts of ways to please your mate.