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ENTRAPMENT, TWO SIDES TO EVERY STORY. PART 3. MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. When I woke up mid-afternoon on that Sunday she had already left. Which was good, as once you had shagged them senseless for a couple of nights solid; then you really wanted the slut to fuck off and let you have the rest of the weekend to yourself! It had been a very successful couple of days as far as I was concerned; she had been a natural at being a girl! I had fucked her mouth and pussy several times over the course of the Friday and Saturday evenings. It would have made my ten year jail sentence pass a lot quicker if I could have found a bitch as hot as her when I was inside! If the silly little cunt thought that her ordeal was over then she was very much mistaken. I had been looking for someone just like her, without success ever since I had got out of prison. There was no way I was gonna let her get away now. I went downstairs and loaded the pictures I had taken of her onto my computer. I let the next few days at work pass without even coming into contact with her. I watched her move around her department via my CCTV coverage but made no attempt to even pass near her in the staffroom or canteen. I wanted her to think that it was all over now; then the realisation that it wasn't would crush any spirit that she had left! I waited until the following Thursday, knowing that she was off work again that weekend; before sending her an E-mail followed by a short SMS text. The text simply said, 'CHECK YOUR E-MAIL ASAP AND TEXT ME BACK WHEN YOU HAVE DONE SO' One of my old associates was a genius on computers; I had given him her E-mail address which I had got off her application form at work. From that he had been able to hack into her account and add all her contacts to a file on my own special account! This fact I explained to her in the E-mail to which I had attached copies of the photos that I had taken the previous Friday. I also implied that I could just as easy send the photos to all those addresses at the flick of a button. Then I waited for her response; it came later that Thursday evening by SMS text. 'PLEASE DON'T SEND THOSE PICS, WHAT DO YOU WANT OUT OF ME I DID EVERYTHING YOU ASKED OF ME' Not yet you haven't I thought to myself, I have even started with you yet girl! I returned her text. 'MY HOUSE, FRIDAY, 8PM SHARP. OR ALL YOUR FRIENDS GET TO SEE WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE AS A GIRL!' The reply did not arrive for several minutes, I didn't think it would; it would take her that long to consider her options. Although to be honest it was her lack of options that would get the result that I fully expected! 'I WILL BE THERE' was all it said, I laughed out loud; of course you will be, you silly little bitch; you have no choice now; I own your pretty ass. I texted back. 'BE ON TIME, MAKE SURE YOU ARE SHAVED SMOOTH ALL OVER. COME TO THE BACK DOOR AND STRIP NAKED IN THE UTILITY ROOM. PUT YOUR CLOTHES IN THE BIN BAG, GO UPSTAIRS AND PUT ON THE STUFF LAID OUT IN THE SPARE BEDROOM. MAKE-UP AS WELL BITCH! The reply came back seconds later, it simply said, 'OK SIR' I sat back and lit up a joint in celebration whilst contemplating how far I could push her this time! STEVE'S PERSPECTIVE. I had gone into work on the Monday morning fearing the worst; but the day had passed without even bumping into my tormenter, as did the next three days. I was beginning to think that the nightmare was over when about 6pm on the Thursday I received a text. I read the contents of his next couple of texts with growing despair; and after checking my Emails my heart literally sunk, I had no choice, I had to go back and relive the horror of last weekend again! I fell on my bed and started to sob; what would he want to do to me this time? When would he ever let me go? Would he ever let me go? It was all too much for me, I was in too deep I was at his mercy now! All I could do was play along and actually try to be just what he wanted me to be. I realised now, far too late, that I should have stood up to him in the beginning. By trying to take the easy way out, I had only given him even more ammunition to blackmail me with! Arriving home at about half past five on the Friday evening, I ate a quick snack, told my mother that I would be away until at least Sunday afternoon again and headed up to the bathroom. I had purchased new razor blades and some woman's shaving gel on my way home from work; so I ran a hot bath and got to work. By seven-o-clock I was shaved, bathed and dressed in a pair of jeans with a T-shirt and denim jacket. I headed out to catch the bus to the other side of town where my 'boyfriend' lived and would be waiting for me. I had already spoke to my girlfriend informing her that I would not be able to see her again this weekend and this had led to an argument. Not that I could spend time with her and risk her seeing my shaved body anyway; how would I explain that? At exactly eight-o-clock I was entering the back door of his house into the utility room. I stripped off my male clothes, deposited them into the black bin liner on the shelf and headed through the living room towards the stairs. He was sat with his back to me using his computer as I walked in. Without looking round he said, "Hello sweetheart; go and get ready for me. I don't ever want to see you in this house as a boy. You are and will only ever be a girl for me here!" I slowly walked upstairs to see what he expected me to wear tonight for him. The make-up and nail varnish were already out on the dressing table for me; the evenings' underwear was laid out on the bed. Hanging up from the wardrobe door was a short tight looking white jersey type dress with a wide gold coloured belt and matching gold strappy high-heeled sandals on the floor below! I went through the now almost familiar routine of foundation and mascara; this time I noticed that the matching lipstick and nail varnish was a far deeper red than last time. The eye shadow was different too; it was a deep brown for my eyelids with a bronze, shiny colour for the sockets. I covered myself in the musk body spray and heavy, feminine perfume and proceeded to dress. This strange experience was becoming all too natural for me now; I even caught myself checking my appearance in the full length mirror. Another change from last weeks' attire was that the white stockings were hold-ups so obviously no fiddly suspender belt to worry about. There was a matching white G-string and bra with delicate gold decoration on them and some plain gold jewelry for my neck, wrists and fingers, with clip on earrings. I slipped on the tight, stretchy dress, fastened the belt and put the heels on. I spent a couple more minutes in the mirror; trying to put off the inevitable! Then realising that I couldn't, I went downstairs to see what tonight would hold for me? MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. I had deliberately played it cool when she had first arrived; I didn't want to see her until she was properly dressed! I knew it would take her at least an hour so I poured myself a drink, lit up a joint and continued to browse the porn sites, the tranny sites, contact sites, etc on my computer. I wanted to get in the mood for her grand entrance! When she did finally come down I showered her in compliments, telling her how pretty, how sexy, how gorgeous she looked. I was pleased to notice her blushing as I spoke; she was conditioned now to act all girly for me. It never failed to amaze me how bitches like this; and as you know I have turned many a bitch out in prison, always go all giddy with a bit of flattery. It is as if that when they are dressed like girls then they always eventually begin to think and act like girls. It must be something to do with the amount of time and effort they realise that they have to put into it that makes them appreciate and feel what a woman feels! It brings out the natural feminine vanity in them and lets' face it, only a certain kinda guy would go along with this kinda treatment in the first place! Only a weak, girly type of lad would dress up and act like a slut for man just because a guy tells them too! A real man would just say fuck off and take the consequences; there's no way that I would stand for it and I can only respect a man as a man if he is a real man. If a man can't stand up like a man in prison; then he is no longer a man. In the eyes of the real men he is a girl now, a bitch to be taken and turned out by whoever gets there first and in my time in prison that was usually me! I sat on the sofa and turned the television and DVD player on; there was a porn movie already to go and an image of a young, big-breasted, blond slut getting spit-roasted by two guys filled the screen. "Go get us some drinks sweetheart," I told her. A few minutes later she returned with a drink in each hand. "Come sit on my knee gorgeous and tell me about your week," I commanded. I wanted her to act just like a real girlfriend for me; to sit down and relax a little! Humouring her efforts by letting her babble on for a while seemed to do the trick I could feel the tension ease from her body as she sat in my lap. I wondered if she could feel the 'tension' mounting in mine as my hand circled the small of her back and down over the top part of her ass. It felt very sensual rubbing her through her thin dress. Putting my drink down, I explored her knees and thighs with my other hand. She obviously knew what was gonna come but she probably wasn't sure when? I waited until she appeared calmed by the alcohol and joint I had lit for us both; until I could sense her letting her guard down and starting to become a bit complacent. Then I struck, I grabbed her waist slipped out from under her dropping her bottom on to the seat and started my first assault of the evening upon her sexy, horny body. Thrusting my hand up her skirt I grabbed her crotch and fingered the flimsy material of her panties. "And what is my pretty little girl wearing under her skirt for her boyfriend today?" I quizzed. She already knew the answer required. "Pretty little, white, silky, girly panties," she answered. "And was have you got in your pretty little panties for me?" I continued. Again she knew what I wanted to hear and responded by saying. "Your pretty little girl has got a little clitty and a cute tight pussy in her girly silky panties for you Sir." I kissed her on her open mouth and deftly flipped her over onto her tummy; I was horny as fuck and wanted to waste no time in easing my throbbing erection. I ran my hands straight up the backs of her stockings, lifting her dress up and alternately slapping each of her buttocks several times. Even though I had no intention of hurting her by slapping her smooth shapely bottom too hard she wasn't to know that. Before each stroke landed she tensed her muscles and caught her breath; it was so cute to see her fear. I wanted to warm up and redden that rounded girly bottom of hers, get her ready for the next stage! "What a lovely, sexy, little bottom you have girl," I told her. "And you know what men like to do to their girlfriends' lovely, sexy, little bottoms, don't you?" Indeed experience had taught her exactly what men liked to do to their girlfriends' bottoms if they got half a chance! "S-s-stick their big, hard cocks up them Sir" She stammered, resigned to her fate now. "Very good sweetheart." I patronised her, as I went through the preliminaries of pulling her G- string to one side, lubing her fuck-hole and giving her a short blast of the poppers. By hooking my finger inside her cunt and pulling, I easily got her up onto all-fours and man-handled her into the required position. She was ass up faced into the sofa, offering herself to me as I stood behind her frantically freeing my enlarged penis ready for action. I was in her in an instant, riding her as I spanked her, pulled her hair and squeezed her waist. I wanted to remind her of her place, that she was a girl and all girls where just sex objects to men like me. I told her as much, making her repeat those facts back to me, like a mantra of her submission as I quickly filled the little sluts' cunt up with my ejaculation! I straightened up her clothing in an almost considerate way, as if I really cared? Ha ha, as if? I pulled up my pants and we both settled down with more drinks and spliffs to watch the rest of the porn. At one stage I pulled her head down into my lap and forced to give me a blow- job as the girl on the television screen endured the same fate. I must admit she was becoming really good at this; so good in fact that I didn't consider her to be a lad in panties anymore. I now thought of her only as a girl and my girl at that. It was time to give her a girls name so that she would realise that this situation she was in was not gonna end in the near future! Just what that name would be would be up to her; well kind of up to her, in reality it was all part of my game of domination. So I employed one of my old prison tricks to humiliate and break her even more; I offered her the choice of three names and told her to choose herself a name that she wanted to be known as! The choices were Katie, Angelina and Helena; it would be amusing to see her decide! Later on that night in bed after I had spent hours fucking her mouth and pussy from every angle I could think of I demanded her answer. "So princess, what is your new girly name gonna be then?" "Katie," she responded quietly. "Ok then Katie." "Ask me nicely then," I added. "Please will you call me Katie from now on Sir," she answered obediently. I kissed her and told her that from now on her name would be Katie; although she probably still would be known as bitch, slut, whore, fuck- toy and what ever else I wanted to call her as well! KATIE'S PERSPECTIVE. I had all day Saturday to get used to my new name as he called my by it continually; he even changed the name attached to my number in his mobile to Katie. Now every time I had to text or phone him the name Katie would appear on the display! It had dawned on me now that this was gonna become a regular thing; I was trapped into being his bitch! The Saturday passed in a blur of drugs, alcohol and sex of one sort or another; he must have had me in every position possible. He even told me a little about himself! It appeared that he had been a bit of a gangster in his time; not a man to be fucked with. Thank god for the lube and ketamine or I would have been in agony by the time he finally let me go on the Sunday afternoon. He had had me in a couple of different outfits; it was easy for him to get clothes for me to wear from work! They were kept in the spare bedroom along with make-up, shoes, perfume, etc. "From now on when you come round honey, this will be your changing room" He had informed me. Confirming my suspicions that this was gonna be my new role in life for the foreseeable future! Before I left for home he gave me a package. "A little something to keep us going until next weekend sweetheart," he said as he passed it me. "Don't worry about what your rota at work will be, I've had a word with your supervisor and from now on your days off will be the same as mine!" "And don't think you can resign from your job and escape me. I still have the photos! And I still have your address; you wouldn't want me to get pissed off and come round visiting you one cold dark night would you," he added with a laugh. Whoopee, I thought to myself sarcastically as I put on my male clothes, so now my whole life was geared around him! At least he was good enough to pay for a taxi for me to get home; although as he had done last week, he made a joke out of it being the whores' wages. Later that night I opened the package he had given me; the first items I saw were, a packet of cigarettes, a packet of rolling papers and a big lump of dark, fragrant cannabis resin. "Well that's the fucking least he could do for me," I said aloud, bitterly! Underneath these 'gifts' was a black lacy bra, matching black lacy panties and suspender belt with a pair of black stockings. At the bottom of the box was a handwritten note, it read, 'KEEP THESE READY AND AWAIT FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS BITCH. AND OBEY THEM TO THE LETTER OR ELSE!' I took full advantage of the free smoke, spending the rest of Sunday getting stoned alone in my room; only going downstairs for some food later. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday I got up, went to work, came home, got stoned and went to bed; I avoided seeing my mates and girlfriend. How could I explain to them that my weekends were not my own anymore? They would surely expect me to explain where I had been the last two weekends and why I wouldn't be seeing them for the next few! Plus how could I explain to my girlfriend just why I hadn't got any body hair anymore? On the Thursday morning as I was drying myself in my room after my shower, I received a text from him! 'HELLO KATIE. PUT THE UNDERWEAR AND STOCKINGS ON UNDER YOUR NORMAL CLOTHES TODAY AT WORK. KEEP YOUR MOBILE, TURNED ON AND IN YOUR JACKET POCKET ALL DAY. AWAIT FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS!' What could I do except to do as he commanded; I was completely beaten down by it all now. My mind just went blank and I found myself numbly following his instructions. I put on the suspender belt, attached the stockings, slipped up the panties and fastened the bra into position. I was in a dream-like state blindly obeying him as if I was a conditioned automaton! I put my usual work clothes on over the top, shirt, tie and a suit and headed off to work. At about eleven-o-clock that morning as I came back to the department that I was assigned to; my supervisor approached me and said, "Steve, I have just had instructions from upstairs that the stockroom in the basement needs tidying up. And that I need to send my most junior member of staff down to do it" In fairness to him he did sound quite apologetic; he obviously wasn't as aware as I was of the situation. I knew that it was no coincidence that I had been told to dress as I was under my suit; and this news that I was to be sent downstairs on my own for the next couple of hours! As I trudged downstairs my phone started bleeping; I had a new message, surprise, surprise! 'GO IN THE STOCKROOM AND LOCK THE DOOR BEHIND YOU. THEN STRIP DOWN TO YOUR UNDIES. I'LL BE WATCHING ON THE CCTV!' I did as I was told, slowly stripping off my male clothes and placing tem in a neat pile by the door. At least there was no-one else in the room; although I did notice the little red light glowing on a CCTV camera as it followed me into the centre of the room. It was a shame that I hadn't been so observant that first time in the stockroom when I had been foolish enough to steal that fucking shirt! Had I realised the extent of the surveillance I wouldn't have been so stupid; especially now I knew just what the full consequences of my mistake would be! My phone bleeped again and knowing it would be him I walked back to my jacket and read the message. 'IN THE CORNER IN THE RED BOX ARE A PAIR OF HEELS. PUT THEM ON AND PARADE ABOUT THE ROOM. I WANT TO SEE YOU STRETCH AND BEND FOR ME LIKE THE GOOD LITTLE GIRL YOU ARE. TO MOVE THAT PILE OF BOXES FROM THE LEFT HAND SIDE OF THE ROOM TO THE OTHER. GET BUSY BITCH!' I minced across the room and took out the heels; they were the highest I had ever seen, probably six inches I guessed? Putting them on I tottered the length of the room, about six or seven yards and back; then got to work moving the boxes. It was no easy task as I was struggling to not only maintain my balance in these damned heels; but also I was subconsciously trying to maintain some kind of feminine poise, grace and dignity! It was as like I really was playing the part now; I really was a man's bitch now! It took me over an hour to move all the boxes, I had started off stretching on one side of the room to reach down the uppermost boxes, to bending down on the other side of the room as I placed them down in their new positions. These angles switching as I worked my way through the boxes until now I was bending and stretching to the reverse angle of the camera! When I had finished I received another text. 'WELL DONE KATIE, NOW TURN AWAY FROM THE CAMERA AND BEND OVER, SHOW ME YOU'RE ASS! THEN PULL DOWN YOUR PANTIES AND STRETCH OPEN THAT PUSSY FOR ME'. Reluctantly I complied; dropping my panties down to my knees and stretching open my bum cheeks to show him my 'pussy'. Fighting back the tears I bent down low and posed like a slut in a porn magazine for this voyeur! I was released from my humiliating posture after a minute or so by another text. I stood up and went to read it. 'VERY GOOD KATIE. NOW GET DRESSED AND GET BACK UPSTAIRS. I'VE DONE WITH YOU FOR NOW SLUT' I didn't need telling twice, I quickly dressed and fled upstairs,; when I got back to my department I reported to my supervisor and was sent off on my dinner break. After I had eaten in the staff canteen I went down to the male toilets for a quick slash before I went back on duty. There was no-one down there as I stood before the urinal and unzipped my fly. Because I was wearing panties and not my usual boxer shorts with front buttons, I also had to unfasten the waistband button. I then opened myself up and fished around in my knickers for my 'clitty'. Just as I stared to wee I heard the door open and bang shut behind me, followed by several brisk footsteps as the man appeared beside me. He stood in the next urinal and proceeded to unfasten himself, although he took out his cock I didn't hear him start to piss! In fact he just seemed to be stroking it and his breathing started getting heavier and heavier. Just as I finished and was about to fasten myself up, he broke the silence with a laugh. "Hello Katie," he said with a sneer. "I know just who and what you are bitch." He laughed again, adding, "And I know just what you are wearing under those boys clothes, you little tart" As he said this, his hand slipped down the back of my open trousers, over my suspender belt and right down over my panties stroking my bum on the way to the top of my legs; I felt the trousers drop down my thighs. I was in complete shock at this assault, who the fuck was this guy I thought as I turned towards him. I had not seen this guy before although his name badge identified him as DANNY. SECURITY. He was about six foot tall, muscular, dark-skinned and had curly black hair. Rooted to the spot with shock and fear I could only stand there speechless. How the fuck did he know what I was wearing under my male clothes? He answered my immediate concerns by saying. "Hell bitch, you fucking sure do look good on the camera, but even better in the flesh!" It was clear to me now that he had been watching my little performance in the stockroom. And there was I, na?ve enough to think that I had been putting on a private show for him. Who else had been watching me, how many others had seen that video? Had I now become his public sex-toy, a fucking porn star as well as his own personal bitch? I was snapped out of my unpleasant thoughts as Danny said, "I have a feeling Katie that me and you are gonna get a lot better acquainted, very soon honey." He squeezed my bottom quite hard, put his cock away and walked out of the bathroom, laughing as he went. "See ya round sweetheart," he sneered as the door slammed shut behind him. After taking a couple of minutes to compose myself I went back to work. This new development had shocked me; I really didn't think that he would be such a bastard as to let other men into our perverse little secret. How wrong I was, I couldn't even imagine the lack of respect that he really had for me. I wrongly thought at the time that by playing along with him and pleasing him that it would make it easier on me. As I found out later on when he told me about his time in prison; if you surrender too easily to men like him, it only encouraged them to treat you less like a girlfriend and even more like a whore! It was only that next weekend that I realised that in fact from now on I was a whore! MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. It was a fine show that the little trollop had put on in the stockroom for me and my guest! I had invited Danny along to see her in action; this was because he was the one guy in my security ream that I had not personally done time inside with. All the rest I had known for a long time; and I knew that like me they had all kept bitches in prison. I had heard rumours that he had also liked a bitch or two inside! They had all been the prison hard men, men of respect, the alpha males in our environment; we even used to pass our bitches around to each other on our party nights! I would show them a copy I had made of Katie's little show later. I knew that they would all appreciate it and would all at some time in the future get a chance to get a piece of her. Hey! I was a generous guy to my mates; I knew the code of all sticking together. We were the men in this world and all others were our prey, our potential victims and our bitches! Danny was a highly respected guy, recommended by my boss Frank Maloney no less; so I was more than happy to take him on here as part of the security set-up. I was intrigued however to find out for myself whether or not he was one of my sort of prison guys? That is a tough guy who can look after himself, be part of the firm and take his share of the benefits of being one of the 'chaps'. Those benefits being the booze, the cigs, the drugs and most of all the bitches. I needn't have worried; from the moment he clapped eyes on her he was hooked! As we watched her and sent her instructions by text on what to do; we giggled like schoolboys, swapping stories about the bitches we had turned out in the nick. It appeared, that like me, he was an expert in this scenario! We watched her in the canteen and saw her head off to the male restroom. "Why don't you go down there and introduce yourself to her Danny boy," I said, winking at him. He knew just where I was coming from and winked back as he jumped out of his seat and ran downstairs to head her off at the urinal. I unbuttoned my fly and rubbed my cock as I watched the scene unfold. Unfortunately there was no sound on the CCTV but it was not needed. I could see what happened and could make out the shocked resignation on her face afterwards. This weekend was going to be very, very interesting indeed; I was gonna take her to a new level of slutty submissiveness! I left it until Friday evening before I contacted her; I wanted the silly little bimbo to think that she had actually got away with it this weekend before I crushed her. I also wanted her to make and then have to break any other arrangements that she had made. I wanted to estrange her from her male life and make her my complete slave. My text to her read, 'MY HOUSE 3PM SATURDAY. BE FULLY SHAVED BITCH!' At precisely 3pm that Saturday as I was sitting in my living room I heard the back door open and close, heralding her arrival. It took a minute or so as she undressed before she came into the living room naked. Turning round to look at her slim, smooth girl-like body I said, "Hello Katie, off you go upstairs, you know what to do." "I have arranged a little treat for you this evening," I added with a laugh. "Hello Sir, thank you Sir," was all she said as she walked upstairs. I would love to have been a fly on the wall in her bedroom; I bet the look on her face when she saw the outfit I had selected for the first part of the evening would be priceless! I had picked something really special for her, clothing that would confirm her place in life. Her garments consisted of sheer, black, seamed stockings with a lacy, black suspender belt. Very thin and flimsy material black bra and matching panties; very tight almost see-thru, with a little white lace trim. Six inch stilletoe heeled, shiny black patent leather court shoes. The dress I had selected was perfect, I thought it very appropriate for the role I had in mind for her. It was a short, just long enough to reach her stocking tops, black maids dress; quite a cheap sexy one from the local sex-shop. The sort that is of a very lightweight polyester material with white lace trim at the hem and bust and a little white apron to tie at the back. Tight and stretchy at the top and flaring out from her apron down! To finish her look off I had left out for her a pair of black, silky gloves that would come up passed her elbows and a two inch wide black velvet choker with a small pearl broach at the throat. There were two matching clip-on drop earrings; which reminded me to tell her to get her ears and her navel pierced before we next met! About forty minutes after she had gone upstairs there was a knock at the front door; my guest had arrived. "How ya doing Danny," I said as I welcomed him in. "Fine Andy," he replied,, adding "Everything ok? She here yet?" "Of course," I laughed. "She always does as she is told." "She's upstairs now getting ready; she will probably be about another half hour or so yet. Wanna drink?" I offered. We got a beer and sat down chatting; she would be able to hear our voices from her room as we talked. She would be aware that I wasn't alone and that she would have to show herself in girly mode to another man. This combined with the clothing that she would be in the process of putting on would only add to her fear and confusion about just what her little 'treat' for this evening would really be! Danny and I, it transpired were obviously on the same wavelength on how we wanted things to progress. We discussed the finer points of bitch breaking and training; it would be good to see how the little slut reacted to serving two guys at once! She was gonna have to work hard for her cab fare home today. First I was gonna totally humiliate her by showing her off to my new mate She was gonna serve us drinks and fetch us food like a proper little maid should; before we humiliated her sexually. Then later on after she had changed into something more suitable, we would take her upstairs for the main event! Danny and I had already discussed earlier in the week our love of making home-movies and tonight was a good opportunity to make one. I had already prepared the master bedroom it was set up like proper studio, all it needed now was the actress to star in our film; and we both knew who that was gonna be! KATIE'S PERSPECTIVE. I nearly died when I saw just what he expected me to wear that night; I would look like a right little slut in that maids dress, it was far too short! The ridiculously high heels and kinky gloves with the choker only emphasised that slutty look. My anxiety was heightened even more when I heard the knock on the door followed by voices. It dawned on me that the other person downstairs didn't seem to be leaving; that must mean that we were going to have company tonight. I guessed that it would probably be that twat Danny that had accosted me in the staff toilets earlier in the week. I remembered that he had promised me then that we would meet again soon; I hadn't really taken the threat seriously at the time! Oh god this was gonna be even more humiliating; parading around in that little skimpy dress in front of two men; and god knows what else may happen to me tonight. The memory came back to me of one of the porn movies we had seen; the one with a girl getting spit-roasted by two guys, it was not a pleasant thought! I slowly continued to dress, desperately hoping that by the time I was ready I would have heard the other man leave. It was a vain, hopeful thought; I knew inside that he was here for the duration! I had put on bright red nail varnish and lipstick as well as a reddish coloured blusher and eye shadow. Checking my face in the mirror I realised that I did actually look like a fucking prostitute; only this was far worse, I had no choice and I wasn't getting paid for it! The actual dress was one of the cheap tarty bedroom fantasy maids dress rather than one a real maid in a hotel would wear. It was very flimsy and tight, with the flared skirt so light against my stocking covered thighs that I felt like I wasn't wearing it! It had taken me ages to get the seams in the stockings straight as I had never done this kinda thing before and the heels were so high that they pinched my toes as my feet slid down inside them. This constant worrying that my seams were straight, my dress pulled down at all times so as not to show my stocking-tops too much and the tottering in the heels meant I was dressed for the pleasure of men not for my comfort. The feeling that I was dressing up for a purely sexual role and for the visual stimulation of two guys lowered my spirits even lower than at any time since this whole nightmare had began. I took one last, long look in the mirror. It was no use procrastinating any longer, time to go and face the music! I struggled down the stairs, almost losing my balance in the process, to see them both sitting there one at each end of the large sofa in the living room watching yet another porn movie. I had been correct in assuming that it would be Danny who had arrived earlier; he turned to give me a hard look, stopping me dead in my tracks with the intensity of it. Mr Wilton also turned to look and said, "Hello Katie, this is Danny. You will call him Master Danny and call me Master Andrew. Do you understand?" "Yes Master Andrew" I dutifully answered. "Now come over here girl" He pointed to the area in front of the sofa. "Curtsy to your Masters' and introduce yourself." I walked slowly to the assigned spot; it felt even more difficult to walk in these damned heels with two pairs of leering eyes watching my every move. I felt the awkwardness, humiliation and shame in every tottering footstep; Master Danny's mouth curled into a cruel mocking smile, he was enjoying every minute of my ordeal! I turned to face Master Danny and said, "Hello Master Danny, My name is Katie." I put one foot slightly in front of the other, took the hem of my dress at the sides between my thumb and fore-fingers and bent my knees in a as low a curtsy as I could manage without falling off my heels. I lowered my head in a gesture of humility and submission as I did so. What choice did I have but to obey him as best I could, it was far too late to display any kind of resistance to anything he demanded of me now. He could ruin my life with a press of a button on his computer and there was always the threat of violence. What chance had I got of fighting him physically? He would kill or maim me for sure and now that there were two of them there was even less chance of escape. I decided, as I had done on the previous visits to his house; that my only option was full compliance and that it would go easier on me if I repeated back the brain-washing phrases he had taught me, without his prompting. I had to play along with his humiliating script for my own survival! I had to be the submissive 'girlfriend', sex-slave, whore that he wanted me to be. Maybe he was just showing me off and that his mate would soon leave? Maybe he was gonna whore me out to his mate? Or maybe I was gonna have to service both of them simultaneously? That last frightening thought had some resonance as I had witnessed how turned on he had been by watching two guy/one girl porno action! DANNY'S PERSPECTIVE. I had liked Andy Wilton right from our first meeting. I hadn't known him before I started working at the store but I had heard of his name and of his prison reputation many times over the years. Like me he was a very well respected member of the criminal fraternity and like me very well connected to the Maloney crime family. We had been working together for about six weeks when he had called me into the camera room two days ago. I had just sat down and lit up the cigarette he had given me when he said, "Here we go Danny boy, sit back, relax and watch this show I have arranged." I was intrigued as I focused on the screen; it showed one of the young lads from menswear going into the stockroom in the basement. I watched with growing amazement, amusement and great interest as he proceeded to remove his tie, jacket, shoes and socks followed by his shirt and trousers; to reveal what he was wearing underneath! This was fucking unbelievable; he had on a black bra, knickers, suspenders and stockings, he even put a pair of heels on as well. I hadn't seen a young lad dressed like that since I had been released from prison six months ago, my cock stirred in my pants! So it was true what I had heard about Andy Wilton; although not only had he kept bitches in prison out of sexual necessity but he had got one on the go here as well! He must actually enjoy the domination over another man, turning him out as a bitch. He was a like-minded individual; we had a lot in common, I knew that we would be mates. I had always been held in the highest respect by the other prison MEN when I was in there; and had always kept a bitch to suck my cock, do my washing, fetch my meals and to fuck! A MAN needs a good bitch about the place! So I fully understood where he was coming from when he told me that he had been training her up for a life as his bitch for the last couple of weekends. After letting me go down to the staff toilets to introduce myself to her, I knew that an invitation to go further and get more intimate with her would be soon forthcoming. We had even discussed our mutual interest in making a video of the event. He suggested that if we both wore some kind of mask we could sell the film on to some connections in the porn business that he had and split the profit! Which seemed like a great idea to me. I had arrived at his house mid afternoon that following Saturday. And after settling down with a beer or two I was rewarded about an hour or so later by my first sight of her dressed in a short skimpy maids outfit with stockings and heels! She curtsied to me and introduced herself as Katie; it was amusing to see her nearly topple over in her heels as she did so. She was too embarrassed to even look me in the eye and kept her eyes cast down the whole time. She seemed so meek and submissive that it appeared that Andy had got this bitch completely broken; I bet there was nothing that this silly little girly cunt wouldn't do for her 'boyfriend' out of fear and respect for a stronger man? Andy had told me about how he had trapped her, pulling her in deeper and deeper by a mixture of blackmail, fear and intimidation; it was brilliant he had her by the tits and we all knew it! "Go and get me and Master Danny a cold beer each out of the fridge and be quick bitch" Andy ordered winking at me! "Y-y-yes Master Andy," she stammered as she sped off into the kitchen. She returned a minute later with two open bottles of beer and duly presented them to us with a little bend at the knee and the words. "Here is your beer Master Andrew and here is your beer Master Danny." She retook her position standing between us as we sat on the sofa, she was facing us, her head bowed, legs together and hands behind her back, all very demur and submissive! As she was only stood a couple of feet in front of the sofa we could easily reach her if, or should I say when we chose to! At the present however I think we were both inclined to sit back with our beer and have a good look at her. There was a porn movie playing in the background and with this vision of enforced feminine beauty in front of me, well what could I say? My god I was horny as hell, my cock was straining in my shorts at the thought of what I was gonna do to her! Andy broke the silence by saying to the bitch. "Tell Master Danny what you have got on Katie." "I want to hear you describe what they are and why you are wearing them to our guest," he added. Without looking up she started to speak in a low, timid, wavering, almost girly voice, "I-I-I am wearing b-b-black seamed stockings Master Danny; because men like to see their women in sexy stockings. "Black six inch heeled shoes to elongate my legs and raise my pretty little bottom up. "Black g-g-gloves because they make me look like a classy bit of skirt. "A-and a little flimsy maids dress because I am M-M-Master Andrew's servant, slave and fuck-toy Master Danny." Oh my, oh my, she really was good or should I say Andy really was good? He had got this bitch so scared of him so quickly that she was working harder at it than I had ever seen a bitch do before, even in prison! She was an old prison hands dream, young, slim and soft with two major weaknesses; she had given a ruthless, selfish bastard like Andy a gilt- edged opportunity to blackmail her and she was weak enough for him to be able to threaten her with violence. Wish they had all been that easy inside, some were pretty easy; but some others did put up a fight. To be honest I always had a lot more respect for them if they did show some balls. One lad in there that I had tried it with actually did try and get the first punch in; of course it was a futile gesture, I quickly floored him and raped him. Even though he had still been fucked I realised that he would be too much like hard work; I didn't want to have to punch him and rape him every time I fancied a shag. I let him be after that, a couple of other guys tried with him, but because he always told them to fuck off and fought tooth and nail; he earned enough respect to be left alone. In prison it is the survival of the fittest, he wasn't as high up the food chain as us men but he was higher up than a prison bitch! In fact in time he came to use the services of the prison whores, paying me or the other chaps in tobacco for the privilege. As I said not high enough to get sex for free like we were, but high enough to be abusing others for his paid pleasure! I was snapped out of my memories by Andy's voice, "Katie tell Master Danny what you are wearing underneath" "I am w-w-wearing a lacy little suspender belt to hold m-my stockings up Master Danny. I am forbidden to wear tights as Master Andrew says that good girls should always wear stockings and suspenders for their Men." She was almost sobbing with the humiliation. "I have a black bra with lace trim for my juicy, pert, little titties, Master Danny," she added. "And what else slut?" Andy quizzed winking at me as he said it. "A l-l-little pair of cute, sexy, flimsy, girly, little black panties Master Danny. Because men like their girls to wear pretty little panties for them," she responded, her voice breaking as she squirmed. I turned to Andy nudged him and said, "I wouldn't mind seeing them; I bet she looks sexy as fuck in her little girly knickers." Andy laughed and told her bluntly, "You fucking heard the man? You will obey any friend of mine as if it was a command direct from me. Now lift your fucking skirt up and show Master Danny your little girly knickers, bitch." I was genuinely touched by his gesture; he was giving me his bitch to share, in our mutual prison experience that is a very high honour indeed. He was showing me that he considered me one of the 'boys' and what was more; he was demonstrating to her this fact. Her face flushed as she bent down and lifted up the hem of her dress up high to her waist. She had the longest, slimmest legs I had seen on a girly-boy; her body was smooth all-over. Her black stockings were attached to the black straps of her suspenders and her panties were pretty, sexy and very girly. "Wow Andy," I said. "You have really got one horny bit of ass here, you sly old dog!" "Yea she really is a hot little bitch ain't she Danny." He laughed, adding, "Bet you could have done with a bitch like this in prison eh Danny?" I noticed her eyes widen on hearing the word prison, obviously she didn't fully know Andy's history! They widened with shock and fear even more as we swapped anecdotes about the 'girls' we had bitched inside! She must have realised before that she was dealing with a tough guy, now she was hearing first hand about just how tough and ruthless he could be in getting his way. She was trembling with fear as we traded stories; laughing at the good memories from inside, like always having a ready supply of obedient, submissive girls on tap! She was standing there skirt up with her hands trembling as I said to Andy, "Cheers mate for letting me share your slut, I appreciate it." To which he replied, "No problem buddy, we both know the prison code amongst the 'Men Of Respect'. Stick together, watch each others back, never see a mate without a cig if you have a spare one and my bitch is your bitch." I thanked him again and said to her, "I bet you have a lovely cute, pert little bottom, turn around." She didn't even hesitate, so numb with fear as she now was, instantly obeying my command. Andy leaned forward and pulled her skirt up, holding it aloft so we could examine the fuck-sluts panty clad arse. "Part your legs bitch and bend over let me see your arse," I added. Once again she followed my orders, I leaned forward for a closer look; her thin mesh panties were stretched tight across her arse. They were almost see-thru; I could clearly make out the firm little buttocks and the smooth cleft in the middle. With that ultimate target of my attention at the end of her sexy little valley, her cunt! I mentioned to Andy what a fantastic ass she had and how girly it looked and we had quite a conversation about its merits; we spoke as if she wasn't there, as if she or her thoughts and feelings counted for nothing. The truth was that her feelings really did count for nothing. She was a whore, a bitch; she was just there for the real men to have their way with; who cared how she felt? I reached forward to touch her bottom, it really was gorgeous; Andy leaned forward and started to rub the back of her knees. It stroked my hands over her stocking-tops and panties, saying to Andy, "What a fucking cracking arse this slut has got, I bet she has got lovely tight little pussy?" "It's a fucking peach," he laughed. "Go on stick a finger up there and you'll see for yourself just how cute and tight it is." Licking my finger I laughed. "Don't mind if I do mate." I pulled her panties down and plunged my finger all the way up. She yelped and flinched, her little cunt muscles tightening; I could tell from her tightness and reaction that even though she had already experienced a mans cock, it was not something that she was fully used to yet! That would come, for if I read Andy correctly, then there was no way she was gonna escape him for a long, long time? We discussed how tight her fuck-hole was and Andy told me how good it felt wrapped around your prick. I could well imagine my cock was rock hard inside my pants now! I pulled out my finger and told her to turn around and stand up straight with her dress held up to her waist as she had been before. I wanted to totally humiliate the little pussy, wanted her to squirm as I questioned her on her sex-life. I asked her to tell me, "What it was like to have the honour of sucking a real man's cock?" She hesitated and looked to Andy in desperation and support; but he only leaned forward to stroke her thighs and said, "Tell him, you worthless slut, just what an honour it is to suck my cock." She described in detail, in a hesitant, wavering voice just what an honour it was. She was almost in tears as she described the smell and the taste of it, what it felt like to suck a man's cock. How much she loved the taste of her Master's cum; it was almost comical to watch as she blubbered away, completely shell-shocked by events. I then told her to describe what it felt like to be fucked up her girly little cunt by a real man! She gulped, took a deep breath and after again looking at Andy for his tacit approval, she began, "It is an honour to have my pussy fucked by a man; my Master takes my tight girly cunt whenever he wants to Master Danny." This was excellent fore-play as far as Andy and I were concerned; I wanted to see her squirm, wanted to see the flush of shame and humiliation in her face. The only good bitch was a completely broken, passive and submissive bitch; both Andy and I were in full agreement to that fact. Only when a cunt is so beaten can a real man get any satisfaction out of fucking her! "Tell me more bitch," I probed, "does it hurt to take a mans cock up your cunt?" She hesitated and still looking to the floor she continued, "It sometimes hurts when my man fucks my pussy; but I'm a good girl and I know that a good girl must endure some pain to please her man." "And I know that part of a mans' pleasure is hurting his bitch as he fucks her; to remind her of just who is the man and just who is the' girl', Master Danny." She knew all the answers right enough, he had worked her over pretty well, mentally; she was almost brain-washed to comply. He really must have put the fear of god up her to have her so submissive, so soon! "I will give you the honour of taking my cock soon you little slut" I sneered to which she replied meekly, "Thank you Master Danny it would be an honour Sir." "Come here girl," I said as I beckoned with my finger. "Come sit next to me." She came over and letting the hem of her skirt drop she sat down between us. I could see that Andy was lapping this up; he was proud of his little whore, he was showing her off to me as the perfect little fuck- toy and how good he was at breaking them! I ran my hands up her thighs over her stockings as I bit her neck, she squealed and I grabbed her face and kissed her; she responded like a good girl should by parting her lips to let my tongue into her mouth. Again I resumed my quest up her dress, my hands back o her legs and heading up over her stocking-tops. She wriggled, but there was no escape I held her firmly and securely. I reached her panties and rubbed at her clitty through the frail material; delving down between her legs, parting them as I searched for her pussy. She was moaning and writhing like a bitch on heat; my hand still delving deep between her parted thighs. As I slipped off the sofa and positioned myself between her open legs Andy knelt up beside her and thrust his cock into her face. We both laughed as she tried to pull away but he had hold of her hair and I had hold of her waist. She was trapped into the required position; perfect for me to slide my hands into her panties and play with that tight, little pussy while Andy got a blow-job! I fingered her fuck-hole and lubed it up ready for cock; Andy was moaning and groaning as he fucked her face. "Let's get her up on the sofa," I suggested. He agreed and we pulled her up, moved her over and pushed her down over the arm of the sofa. She was now on her knees with her ass up in the air with her elbows resting on the arm of the sofa and her head conveniently at cock height for Andy now stood in front of her. This allowed me to kneel on the sofa behind her; I ripped off my shoes, jeans and boxers and moved into position behind her. My cock was pressing against the material of her panties, pushing into the crack of her arse. I pulled her knickers roughly to one side and pushed the tip of my penis against her lubed up sphincter. Andy gave her a hit of poppers and I felt her loosen; I took my chance and pressed home my attack. She stiffened and let out a low moan; her mouth obviously gagged with his cock. I laughed as he said, "Be very fucking careful with your teeth bitch. If you bite down on my cock I will personally knock them fucking out. Then the problem will never ever arise again; do you wanna go through life as a toothless cock-sucker?" He was laughing too. I fucked her hard; it had been a while since I had experienced the thrill seeing someone beaten down to this level of submission. I knew it was easy to find trannys online and in certain clubs that would let you use them like this; but a major part of the buzz for guys like me is knowing that the slut that you are using is not doing this of her own free will. It was certainly the domination aspect that appealed to guys like me and Andy! "Yee- fucking-ha," I yelled out as I pulled her hips back onto me and shot my wad inside her. I continued to ride her like a bitch as I dumped more and more cum up her cunt; I slapped her arse as I emptied myself up her pretty, cute, little pussy. Andy moaned at the same time as he shot his load down her throat, he called her his "Cute little sex-kitten." As I heard her gulp down his semen. He gently slapped her face and said to her, "Say thank-you to your Masters' for allowing their worthless slave the honour of pleasuring both of their magnificent cocks." She obediently repeated back his words; he left the room and went upstairs returning a minute or two later. He then said to her, "Go upstairs, fix-up your make-up and put on the outfit that I have put out for you." She got up and pouted in a very sulky, girly way and obeyed him. "What do think then Danny?" Andy had laughed as she walked upstairs. "Do you think that she will fit the bill? This was just a rehearsal," he added. "Oh yea she certainly fits the bill perfectly, I can't wait," I laughed in response. KATIE'S PERSPECTIVE. What did he mean, that was just the rehearsal? What more could they want of me, I had already sucked them and been fucked by both of them, hadn't I done enough? The answer to that was, no I hadn't in fact we hadn't even started yet. I was sent upstairs with a drink and a joint to get ready for the next part of their entertainment. Being forced to dress and act as their maid, then being intimately examined and discussed by them as if I was some kind object; had heightened my sense of hopelessness and defeat. I was his property, his slave, his whore; it was my duty to please him and anyone else he chose to share me with. I touched up my make-up, sprayed on some more perfume and put on the clothes that he had laid out on the bed for me. I sobbed as I realised it was just underwear, not even a dress to cover myself with! I put on the white basque and matching G-string with the sheer white stockings. Lastly putting on the white sandals with heels as high as the ones I had worn earlier and the string of cheap, white, fake pearls around my neck. When I was ready I went out on to the landing, they were both waiting for me there, standing chatting with drinks and sharing a joint. Master Andy was wearing black leather boots, a chest harness and leather shorts; Master Danny was wearing a black leather thong, leather chaps and boots. They both were holding what looked like leather face masks in their hands; they looked like something from a horror movie. They put their glasses and the joint down and walked purposely towards me, with menacing and hard looks on their faces. "Well, well doesn't she look like a proper little virgin; all in white like a bride on her wedding night," sneered Master Danny. "Come on, in here," Master Andy snapped as he pushed me through the bedroom door. His bedroom had been transformed into what looked like the set of one of the porn films we had watched. The windows had been heavily draped in thick black material. All the furniture had been removed except the bed which had been stripped down to the dark red satin bed-sheet and positioned in the centre of the room. There was a big studio light illuminating the bed and the surrounding area, three cameras positioned on tri-pods, likewise focused on the bed and a couple of microphones placed discreetly nearby. What filled me with more horror however were the objects on the bed beside the pillows? Handcuffs, ropes, dildoes and a riding crop; obviously I was in for a long night and they were gonna film every second of my ordeal. I was given a large line of ketamine and a hit of poppers as I heard the cameras click on. I was propelled towards the bed; just making it in time as the full force of the drugs took effect, I climbed on the bed on my knees, resting on my hands, the room starting to spin around. I heard one of their voices behind me say, "Time for a good old fashioned prison bitch- beasting. Put your mask on, plenty of people are gonna pay to see this." Then the other voice replying, "Yea don't wanna get recognised when this movie hits the internet." "And coming to a sex-shop near you," laughed the first voice. My mind was a blur, the drugs rushing through my head; although at the time I was pretty much aware of what followed, later on its hard to recall. Maybe it was some kind of instinctive survival method to blot out the memory, or probably just a mix of drugs, alcohol and shock. Either way it did not change the fact that I was going to be fucked in both holes in a movie that would be seen by hundreds if not thousands of perverts like these two bastards. I closed my eyes and preyed for it to end. MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. Danny and I put on our leather face masks and pushed our fuck-toy towards the bed, bringing us all in into view of my strategically placed cameras. The microphones would pick up every sound we made; I didn't want to miss any of this. If it works out well Danny and I could make a couple of quid out of this film; if it doesn't we still have a copy each to remember the night by! I will have fun showing it to the slut later as well; with the cocktail of drugs I have given her she probably won't remember much herself. Although she will feel and know every little detail that happens to her at the time! We started off by both standing on the firm mattress of the bed with her kneeling in between us; I pulled her up to our waist level by her hair and took my cock out of my leather shorts with my other hand. "Suck bitch," I growled as I thrust my cock in her mouth. Danny had released his cock as well now and began to slap her face with it to get her attention as she worshipped my throbbing organ. "My turn you fucking nasty little slut," he said impatiently. Like the good little cock-sucking slut she had now become; she got to work dividing her oral duties between the two large, erect cocks. Just like a good little porn star should do when serving two men she alternated pleasuring me with pleasuring him. She licked his hairy balls bringing a smile to his face as he said to me, "She's a fucking good little cunt ain't she Andy? She really does know how to suck a man's dick!" We knelt down on the bed and pushed her down onto all-fours; I was behind her ready to fuck her cunt and Danny was in front, his cock waving in her face. "Let's spit-roast the dirty little cock-slut," Danny said laughing cruelly. He really was a vicious bastard, almost as bad as me; this was gonna make for some great viewing later! I put a dab of lube onto the tip of my penis; she was still wet from earlier! I pulled her G-string to one side and stretched her ass cheeks apart. She let out a choking moan as the two meat bayonets skewered her from each end. We shook her like a rag-doll as we rammed ourselves deep inside her; she just groaned and took it like a professional slut should. After I few minutes I paused and said to Danny, "Here you go mate; do you want her pussy?" I slapped her on the arse and said, "Spin round cunt, Danny wants your cunt now and I want your mouth." She spun around and I buried myself up to my balls in her mouth as Danny did the same thing in her snatch. We banged away at her frantically; stopping only to flip her over onto her back and manhandle her into position with her head laying back over the edge of the bed. Danny moved round to fuck her face from this deeper angle, he would be able to get it right down her throat; whilst I positioned myself between her open legs and pulled her ankles up over my shoulders. I ripped her knickers off, throwing them to the bed; she wouldn't need them again tonight. Finding her stretched open fuck-hole was easy, my cock glided straight into her. Again we spun her around so that this way Danny would be able stand on the floor where he was now and fuck her cunt instead of her mouth. I would be able to squat over her and rub my balls and cock in her face and make her lick them. This we proceeded to do for quite some time as the sensation of her tongue under my bollocks was amazing. Danny looked well pleased too with what he was getting; we were laughing and cracking jokes about the poor little whore as she gave it all to please us! I climbed off her and stood beside Danny. "Watch out mate," I said, "it's my turn." He laughed, pulled out his cock and said, "After you boss." I thanked him and replaced his dick with mine inside her hot little cunt. It only took a few hard shoves and I shot my load inside her. He was still masterbating his hard dick as I groaned with relief. I stood aside and watched him penetrate her gaping fuck-hole; some of my cum oozed out of her as he fucked her. It only took a minute and he too was filling up that inviting little hole with his man-cream. Grabbing her limp body by her ankles I threw her up onto the bed and paused the cameras. Danny and I took our masks off and had a bottle of cold beer each with another couple of joints; it wouldn't take us long to recover for round two! She was lay on the bed, face down, breathing heavily, cum flowing out of her crack like a well used whore; which in fact she was, only we hadn't finished with her yet! After a short break I dosed her up with another line of ketamine; we replaced our masks, turned the camera back on and got back to work. We used her like a whore in many ways and positions; me on my back with her in a reverse cowgirl astride me whilst Danny stood in front of her and fucked her face again. We swapped around to share our fun time with this girl equally as we were two equals in this game, it was her that was not equal! We cuffed her hands behind her back and took it in turns to pound her red and swollen hole. Tied her to the bed and fucked her again, we even gave her a few strokes of the crop across her arse to keep her focused through her drug-haze! We made her tell us how lucky she was to have two men nice enough to use her little slutty cunt. Made her cry and grovel with pain and humiliation as we used the dildoes on her. We spit-roasted her again pushing and shoving her as we reached climax. When we were ready to cum again we pulled her off the bed and threw her to her knees on the bedroom floor. I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back and said, "Look at me bitch." As she looked up at me I emptied my balls all over her face and open mouth. Danny stepped round and thrust his cock in and out of her mouth then withdrew it and shot a long thick stream of cum splattered across her face. "What a fucking nasty dirty little cunt," he laughed. "She fucking well sure is," I responded laughing as I said to her, "Go fucking clean yourself up sweetheart, then fuck off home." She had been fucked senseless now and with the drugs wearing off she wouldn't be of any further use to us tonight. Besides we had both shot our loads several times already today and I for one just wanted to sit down with a drink and a joint whilst watching the film we had made. Danny was welcome to stay and join me but the bitch could fuck off now that we were sexually satisfied. I gave her ?10 for her cab home, she had earned it! I had a feeling that this movie was gonna be a success she had performed just as I had hoped she would. There was a future in this for her and money in it for me; I could pimp her out to anyone that wanted to make a movie, or just who wanted to fuck her themselves for that matter. She was my slave now, there was no way out for her; she was a whore trapped by a powerful, vicious pimp! KATIE'S PERSPECTIVE. It was a real effort to drag myself up and out of his bedroom. The ketamine was wearing off and I felt mentally blank. I removed the clothing, make-up, nail varnish and showered quickly. I got my male clothes