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ENTRAPMENT, TWO SIDES TO EVERY STORY. PART 4 (It would be best to read the first three parts first to keep the story in perspective) KATIE'S PERSPECTIVE. I did not hear from that bastard Wilton in the week leading up to my next days off. So I went ahead and made arrangements to see my girlfriend and try and make it up to her for my absences the last three weekends. As I really didn't have a lot of body hair to start with after a few days it had almost grown back to normal; I was confidant that she would not notice! We had a good couple of days together and we had sex many times; it was good to be the man again! Although I must admit I was a much more considerate lover than I had possibly been in the past. I was much more conscious of the time and effort that she put in to make herself pretty. I could not help myself from watching her movements, the way she walked, sat and deported herself, in a more considered manner than I had ever done with a girl before! It was almost as if I was comparing her natural femininity with my own enforced one? If nothing else I had learned to empathise with half the population of the planet that previously had been quite an alien species to me. There was something about the way some of the other security guys I passed in the staff canteen looked at me that made me a little unnerved though. I had expected a leering look and the odd comment whenever I had bumped into Danny; but even several of the other guys winked or blew a sly kiss to me if they thought no-one else could see it! When this happened, I just lowered my gaze and quickly moved away; I knew that they knew and they knew that I knew they knew. It was a shit predicament but what could I do; they had almost certainly seen my photos or my videos? They could have even watched the tape of my little performance in the stockroom that day? Wilton had shown it to Danny so why wouldn't he have shown it to the others, they were probably all ex- cons with a similar passion too? After my last weekend off with my girlfriend I had to work the next one and was given the Wednesday along with the following weekend off. It was that Wednesday morning I received my first contact from that manipulating bully since the time I had spent being fucked and filmed by him and Danny a week and a half ago. It arrived in the shape of an envelope addressed to me, inside was some cash and a note written in block capitals saying. HERE IS SOME OF THE MONEY I GOT FOR YOUR EXCELLENT FILM DEBUT. YOU WILL BE PLEASED TO KNOW THAT I HAVE BEEN INFORMED THAT IT IS SELLING WELL AMONGST A CERTAIN TYPE OF APPRECIATIVE CUSTOMER! I WANT YOU TO BRING YOUR GIRLFRIEND IN THE STORE THIS AFTERNOON SHOPPING. YOU CAN PAY FOR IT OUT OF YOUR EARNINGS. LET HER GET SOMETHING SEXY FOR HER TO WEAR FOR YOU TONIGHT. SHE DESERVES SOMETHING NICE TO MAKE UP FOR THE COUPLE OF WEEKENDS THAT YOU NEGLECTED HER. IT'S MY TREAT; YOU DESERVE SOMETHING TOO, FOR YOUR EFFORTS!! I had to admit that he wasn't wrong; I had tried to put the ordeals of those three weekends behind me. I did deserve something out of all this and the money was some compensation if only to receive the sexual gratitude of my girl when I spent it on her. I needed to feel like the male again, try and regain what I once was before I had been bitched! As she was also off work that day I met her outside the department store that I worked in just after lunch and told her to buy whatever she wanted as I had the money to spend on her. I told her that my parents were away that night and that we could go out for dinner and a drink, finishing at my place. I was dropping the hint that she should buy something suitable for the evening. We spent the whole afternoon in there and she spent most of the money; leaving us with just enough to go out with that night. She did know how to dress for a man, especially the man that had paid for it. I wanted her to look as sexy as she could for me tonight; I wanted to put my recent experiences behind me by having my girl dressed for sex with me as the male! I even helped her select her underwear; suggesting stockings and suspenders would be a very good idea! She tried on many different outfits looking for that perfect balance between classy and sexy. Eventually we both agreed on a black, silky, short skirt with a deep waist-band; that flared out a little and a deep blue silk blouse that tied up across under her breasts exposing her tummy. With a black, shiny material girls blazer-type jacket. The underwear was pretty expensive, all top designer wear; a matching bra, panties and suspender belt. They were deep blue satin and lace, with black lace trim; she completed the set with a pair of black, seamed, fitted sheer stockings. Finally a pair of expensive black hi-heeled court shoes with deep blue straps across them and a little handbag to match. The perfect outfit for the evening, classy enough for a restaurant, sexy enough for a club and horny enough for an evening of sex when we got home! That evening was fantastic; we went out to a restaurant and had a meal; then went to a club; then back to my place where I slowly removed her skirt followed by her blouse and led her to the bedroom in just her heels, stockings and undies. We spent the rest of the night fucking like rabbits in every position that we could both think of. Luckily I wasn't at work until lunchtime on the Thursday so I could have a lie in afterwards. On the Saturday morning I received through the post my next contact from him; the one that more than anything broke my heart. It was a parcel containing a professionally packaged DVD; of what I could tell by the cover was the movie of the three-sum I had been forced to participate in. Inside was also a note saying. MY PLACE THIS AFTERNOON 4PM. NO EXCUSES. This was the most crushing moment of all that I had endured with this bastard; just when I had believed it to be all over, he had thrown it on me again. I knew better than to even try to appeal, I just sent him a text saying, 'I WILL BE THERE SIR.' I then sent texts to the people I had planned on meeting that evening, cancelling yet again! I knew the drill now; I spent a couple of hours in the bath and shaved off my body hair. Got dressed in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, had a quick snack and made my excuses to my mother and by text to my girlfriend about where I was going to be for the next day or two. Then I caught the bus up to his place, entered the utility room and stripped naked; it was if I was in a dreamlike state of submission and acceptance of my role. He virtually ignored me as I slipped through the living room and up the stairs to get ready for him. I knew he would so I didn't even bother to say hello I just fled upstairs into the spare room. It was only when I had closed the door and seen the outfit laid out on the bed for that I realised just what a cruel, cynical bastard he really was. For there it was the very same selection of dress, undies, shoes and accessories as my girlfriend had purchased only a couple of days previously. He must have sat there in the CCTV room and noted everything that she had purchased. I was horrified; he had tricked me into selecting my own outfit to wear for him! As usual there was a drink and a couple of joints on the dresser to help me relax a little as I prepared myself for my abuser. Beaten and beyond help I put on the clothes that I had unwittingly helped pick for my girlfriend and now for myself and walked downstairs resigned to my fate. There was no point in arguing or even trying to put up any resistance now; I was mentally and physically broken. There probably would never be any hope of escape from this now. I just had to make the best of it, try and please him and hope that he doesn't make his threats of exposure and violence a reality! MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. A masterstroke of an idea if I do say so myself, another little step in the 'how to break a bitch' handbook! Give her some time off and some money to make her think that it was all over; then bang, throw her right back into it all again. A double whammy too, getting her to show me just what she thought looked sexy and classy on a girl! I have to admit that as a guy, young Steve has a good appreciation of how a woman should look! In fact I couldn't have picked anything better for my little woman to wear tonight. I could only imagine what Steve's girlfriend looked like dressed in this attire. Probably pretty fucking good, she looked pretty fucking good in the store the other day. A shame for Steve really; he was gonna have to ditch that girl as his time off belongs to me now for the foreseeable future. However I didn't have to imagine just what Steve or should I say Katie, looked like in that outfit. My pretty little princess was stood here before me now looking fucking gorgeous, sexy and fuckable; just right for the plans that I had for this evening. I looked at my watch it was almost 7PM. "My, oh my Katie, you do look beautiful tonight." She stared down at the floor and replied, "Thank you Sir." I presented her with the exact same little matching hand-bag that her girlfriend had bought. "Go and get your lipstick, hair-brush and perfume honey; and anything else that you think you may need." "We are going out," I added. The look in her eyes gave away her fear although like the good girl she was she didn't dream of protesting. She went up stairs to gather what she needed and quickly returned. I handed her a packet of cigarettes, a lighter and a bottle of poppers, she may need them? I told her to put on the jacket that was over the back of the chair; of course she recognised it, it was the same as she had seen her tart wearing earlier in the week. "Come on angel we're going," I said, gripping her elbow and leading her out through the kitchen. My car was parked on the driveway at the side of the house; I opened up the front passenger door for her; like the gentleman I can be when I put my mind to it. She got in and I closed it behind her, I got into the drivers seat, started the engine and we headed away. "W-w-where are we going Sir?" she bleated. I could see she was terrified of being out of the privacy of my house dressed like she was. I unfolded my plan to her. "Well sweetheart I had you followed on Wednesday night; I was told that you took your girlfriend out for a meal and then out to a club before taking her home for the evening." She nodded, she knew that I was correctly informed. "You have shown me by your choice of clothing what you consider to be sexy on a woman; and you have shown me how you think a woman should be treated by a man who wants to get into her knickers." "So tonight we are going to do the same; we are going out for a meal, then on to a club. After that I am going to bring you home and you will show me how a girl thanks her man for treating her to a new outfit and a good night out." The town that we both live in is a large satellite town of an even larger city; that has a well known gay area comprising of several streets lined with bars and restaurants, etc. It attracted a large mixed crowd of virtually every persuasion, gay male, lesbian, straight couples, trannys, etc. I had been here many times before in my quest for the special type of girl that fulfilled my need; it was good to get a casual shag every so often. Although as you will have surmised by now I preferred girls that needed to be coerced into a skirt rather than the ones that actually really enjoyed it! It would be a good place for her first night out as no-body would think a good looking tranny out with a guy was unusual. It took me about thirty minutes to drive over and find a place to park. We walked through the crowded, narrow streets to the Italian restaurant where I had booked a table. She gripped my arm tightly, partly for balance as she was not used to walking outside on the pavement in heels. Partly because she was terrified about being out in public dressed like a girl. At the restaurant she behaved perfectly, letting the waiter push in her chair for her and sitting correctly like I had trained her. I told the waiter that she would not be requiring a menu as I would order for us both; this was perfectly natural as I was the alpha male and she was my little, bimbo, trophy tart. As we ate I told her to recount for me how her evening last Wednesday as a male with a girl had gone. I knew from my sources about the meal and the club; I wanted her to tell me now what had happened when they had got home. I knew that the silly little tart was bright enough to realise that whatever she told me had happened would also happen to her tonight. She also knew that I wouldn't be satisfied with her trying to fob me off by saying nothing sexual had happened. It would be interesting to see how honest she would be, how clever she would be in trying to get me to treat her nicely. She was going to have to tell me just how she wanted me to fuck her when we got home. All yet another way of exercising your control over your bitch! KATIE'S PERSPECTIVE. I knew the area that we were now in; I had been here before when I had been a student. It was a good place for a night out although I could never have imagined myself out here as I was now, the first thing I noticed as a got out of the car was the breeze on my stocking clad legs and up my short skirt. It wasn't that it was cold, in fact it was a pleasantly warm evening; it was just that I felt so exposed, almost naked in such a short flimsy garment. The other thing I realised is just how difficult it is to get out of a car in a little mini-skirt and heels. You have to swing your legs out whilst keeping them together so that you don't flash your knickers to the passers-by. No wonder the tabloid press is full of celebrities when they misjudge this manoeuvre; it must be impossible when you are a bit drunk! The next thing I noticed was the difference between walking on carpet in heels and walking outside in heels was. I clutched his arm in desperation as I gingerly put one foot in front of the other and walked, swinging my ass, slowly through the streets. I could feel everyone looking at me, although in reality they probably only gave me a passing glance. My relief at entering the sanctuary of the restaurant was short-lived; I had to walk across the tiled floor, my heels clicking with every step. He ordered my food and drink for me as if I was some silly little tart incapable of deciding for myself. His choice however was very good; a salad starter followed by Dover Sole for me and something more substantial for him. We shared a bottle of wine, he told me that he could drink no more tonight as he was driving but I could have whatever I wanted. It was weird; it was like he was really trying to make me feel that I was a real girl on a real date with a guy; although we both knew that I had no option but to go along with it! It was if he was playing with me, the old good cop-bad cop scenario, trying to charm and flatter his way into my knickers; then turning more direct and brutal. He made me tell him about my last evening out with my girlfriend; I felt my heart sink as I fully realised by now just where all this was leading. I knew I had to tell him something and that I would have to think very quickly to make it sound real. I wasn't stupid enough to think that I could tell him that nothing had happened; we both knew that it did. Once again he had check-mated me, not only had he manipulated me into choosing my outfit for the evening; he was now making me tell him just how I wanted him to fuck me! What could I say for fucks sake? As we ate I told him what had transpired; some of it true, some of it not so true! I needed to find the right balance that would not only please him, but make it easier for me too, without taking the piss, as he would see right through that! So I played along, thinking I was just making it easy on myself, while along just digging my hole ever deeper. After the meal we went to a tranny club just around the corner. It was busy, full of t-girls, drag-queens, gay guys, lesbians, straight girls, straight guys, t-girl admirers that acted like straight guys. Some were in mixed groups, some in couples; some were just hanging around on their own like predatory animals! We walked across the room to the bar where he ordered for me vodka/redbull and just water for himself. I could feel the eyes of the single admirers checking out my ass and probably mentally undressing me as I have done myself as a man in the past. I now know how an antelope must feel as she approaches a watering-hole on the Serengeti; conscious of the hungry eyes of the pride of lions loitering in the bushes! As he was being served I whispered to him that I needed the bathroom; he just smiled and said, "Don't forget to use the ladies and make sure you always sit down to pee, sweetheart." As if I could forget, even I realised that I would look pretty stupid stood upright at the urinal in the men's room. There where a couple of 'girls' in the ladies waiting to use the cubicles; I took the chance to check my make-up and hair in the mirror. They smiled and said hello, I politely replied; I had to bluff this through as best I could. I got my turn in a cubicle and remembering my role, I pulled up my skirt, sat down, pulled my knickers down around my knees and peed. The conversation going on outside of the cubicle between the other trannys was quite fascinating. They were talking about make-up, drugs, other trannys and guys; in fact some quite graphic descriptions of things they had done with guys and with other trannys! It was quite an eye opener to hear that these 'girls' actually enjoyed doing what I had been forced to do. Walking back to the bar I got my first experience of what it must be like to be an attractive long-legged girl in a short skirt out in a crowded bar. It was such a fleeting, gentle brush it took my brain a couple of seconds to register it; but there it was, no doubting it. A hand had brushed up the back of my legs, over my stocking-tops and briefly caressed my bum. I looked sharply round in shock and anger; how dare some twat touch my precious, little girly bottom but it was impossible to know just who had done it. There were a couple of guys behind me chatting together, others near-by or walking passed, it could have been any or even none of the guys in my line of sight. When I got back to the bar I told him what had happened expecting him to be annoyed, hoping for some support but he just laughed and said, "You just gotta expect that in a bar like this when you're dressed so god- damned fucking hot, girl." At least I knew where I stood now; I knew what it must be like for some real girls out there! "Now don't you cause any trouble, you should feel flattered and grateful that men wanna touch and fuck you," he continued. Over the course of the evening I felt my bum being groped on several occasions. I always spun round to see who the bastard was and sometimes it was obvious. Some of the wankers actually just stood there leering at me when I turned around; others had the 'good grace' to look away. Each time I flinched from the probing hands my man would laugh; he found my humiliation, discomfort and shame amusing. At times I would look around to see that it was actually his hand up my skirt; this would amuse him even more. He was obviously getting more and more aroused by the situation; he squeezed my ass and said, "Go into the men's toilet, it will quieter than the ladies and lock yourself in one of the cubicles; I shall be in shortly." I took my drink in with me, god knows what was gonna happen next? He was correct in saying that it would be quieter in here, there were only two other guys at the urinal as I slipped unnoticed into a cubicle. It was the only cubicle door that was closed so he had no problem in finding me a minute or so later. He gently knocked on the door and whispered. "Open up little piggy or I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down." I unlocked the door and was forced back as he burst in, closing the door behind him. His hands were all over me, up my stockings, under my skirt and onto my shoulders as he pushed me down onto the toilet seat. He gripped my hair with one hand and unfastened his pants with the other; whipping them down as his cock jumped up to attention. "Have a blast of poppers and suck it you slut," he barked. I did as I was told, the poppers buzz was now associated with being a sexy girl so I instinctively took his cock in my mouth and worked it like a ten dollar whore! He pulled me onto him by my hair calling me his bitch, his slut, his whore, etc; he rammed his member down my throat as I struggled to breath. Luckily for me he didn't last long, he jerked and jerked his hips as my mouth filled up with his semen. I almost choked but I knew that it was better for me if I swallowed it all; he looked down at me and smiled. "Go fix up ya lipstick you dirty little slut, I will meet you by the bar. I'll get you another drink you must be thirsty; besides, you've earned it honey." I met him by the bar as commanded five minutes later, we had a couple more drinks and then he told me to. "Get your coat princess, we are leaving." The drive home passed all too quickly, I knew too well just what was gonna happen when we got home; he had made me write the script for it! MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. I had really wanted to wait until we had got home before I had any fun with her but she had made me so fucking horny in the club that I needed some quick relief. I just couldn't resist sticking my swollen cock into one of her fuck-holes and emptying my heavy balls inside her. It had turned me on so much seeing her out in public as a girl for her first time. It was amusing to me to see how she dealt with the leering looks and attentions of men when out in an unfamiliar venue; the way she looked towards me for protection. It was all part of the game to me; to put her in a role where she needed me to protect her from the big, bad world. Just like I used to like to get the little bitches in prison to act! This wasn't even a really sleazy tranny club, there were other venues about that were far more BDSM themed. Places where girls like her would get more than just leers, comments and the occasional hand up her skirt; I would introduce her to those places in the future. This was all part of her education and training; she was learning to become more feminine and girly in public. The way that she kept touching up her make-up and fixing her hair. The way she checked her skirt was pulled low enough to cover her stocking- tops. Plus the way she kept adjusting her top to cover her bra; showed that she was becoming a real girl. They soon learn that when you're dressed like a girl then you have to think and act like a girl; the clothes dictate that! I was hot for my chick even more now; I let her have a couple more drinks and informed her that we were leaving. It was time to get home, have a drink, a joint, maybe a bit of ketamine and move on to my next part of the evening. She had already told me what had happened to her girlfriend dressed as she now was, after the same kind of evening. Although I have been around for long enough to know that some of what she had told me was probably untrue. She would have been smart enough to have played right into my trap that I had set for her. It doesn't matter to me that she would have tried to tone it down a bit to make it easier on herself; the fact that she was telling me how she would like to be shagged as a girl was yet another mental victory for me. It was yet another mental defeat for her when she realised that she would have to tell me something of interest; she knew she had to give me something to work on. More importantly she knew that she was writing her own script for the rest of her evening. When we got home I helped set the scene for her taking her jacket and hanging it up. I put the lights on low, put on some music, fetched her a drink and a joint and sat beside her on the sofa. I put my arm around her and kissed her, my tongue probing deep into her mouth; she relaxed in my arms surrendering herself to me. I gave her some poppers and felt her go limp and giddy; my hand slipping up her thigh and under her skirt. Sliding over her stockings and up to her little clitty tucked inside her pretty little panties. I stroked her pussy lips through the flimsy material than was her last line of defence between my inquisitive finger and her delicate little honey-pot. One of the things that makes me laugh about birds is that they will wear a little short skirt with a sexy little pair of panties on underneath. The only thing between the outside world and their fuck-hole is a tiny, sexy bit of material; they must feel so exposed and open like that? As a guy who finds pretty little panties on a girl to be so feminine and horny, it is ironic that they chose to wear them as their last vestige of modesty; the sluts are fucking asking for it!! "Stand up sweetheart," I tell her. She stands up before me, compliant and mine completely now! I slip my hands up her legs, caressing them, they are my property now! "Take off your skirt and top." "Slowly honey," I add. Without any complaint or fuss, she obeys me, peeling her skirt down and letting it fall around her ankles; then untying her blouse and removing it. She looked so fucking good as she stood there, head bowed, looking all meek and coy; in just her heels, stockings, bra, suspender-belt and little matching panties. "You wanna go for a pee-pee first angel," I asked in my most 'concerned' voice. She replied that she did, so I told her to. "Remember to sit down like a girl when you pee." She returned from the bathroom a few minutes later; I was pleased to notice that she had fixed her lippy, brushed her hair and sprayed a little perfume here and there. It showed initiative on her behalf; an acceptance of her role now, an effort to at least try and be as girly as she could be to be able to cope with it all! "Come here," I said as I cut out two lines of ketamine on the coffee table. "Have one of these and then get your sexy fucking ass in the bedroom." She had a line and then I did one as well; she was still loitering so I slapped her bum and said, "Let's go bitch; you know what's in store for you tonight, you were the one that told me how I perfect date like ours should end up." My trap had been sprung yet again; she was so defeated now that I could get the slut to do just about fucking anything that I fucking wanted her to do! She scurried upstairs almost tripping on her heels as she rushed to keep in front of me; she knew that any dalliance on her behalf would result in another slap to her quivering bottom. I slapped her two or three times as she tottered like a fucking cheap whore up to her Masters bedroom. She rushed in and fell on the bed, her body shaking like a maiden waiting to be ravished by her lord and master; as I shut the door behind me and approached the bed. I slowly approached the bed I was enjoying the spectacle of having her sprawled before me; I could sense her fear at what was to happen next. She knew what she would be required to put up with for her Masters satisfaction and I could tell by her body language that she was not looking forward to it. Not that it made any difference to me of course; I was the man here and she was the bitch. My pleasure was paramount, her feelings and opinions were irrelevant. I felt the ketamine kick in and she must be going through the same experience herself; this just made it even easier for me to take what I wanted from her! I stood at the end of the bed and slowly removed my shirt and unfastened my pants. "Get a load of this angel," I said as I released my throbbing hard cock. It was so sweet, she was almost too frightened to even look up at me; my hands rubbed up her silky legs from her heels to her crotch. She hit the poppers and swooned back in acceptance of her submissive, girly role. I wanted her to give herself to me the way she had told me that her girlfriend had give herself to 'Steve'. I touched her like I would a woman, like I would with my woman! It turned me on to hear her moan and writhe as if she was actually a real girl rewarding her man for taking her out on such a good date. I crawled further onto the bed and positioned myself over her so the view of my member filled her vision. "Get to work honey, just like your bitch did for you when you were playing at being a man!" I gently clasped her head as she took my prick into her warm wet mouth and rocked my hips back and forth down her throat. It was so good that I could have shot my wad down her throat right there; but I had other ideas for the destination of my cum, I had already fed her mouth once this evening! I flipped her onto her tummy and slid my body down her until my face was level with her bum; opening her legs as I lay between them. She had told me that she had licked her bitch out; so obviously I took that as a signal that she wished that to happen to her too. I pulled her panties down a bit a slid my tongue down the crack of her ass until I found her cute little hole. My tongue explored her yielding pussy and she almost purred with pleasure; I pushed it further in and felt her stiffen and quiver. Fuck, I thought to myself; I didn't want the cunt to enjoy this too much, she had to remember her place here after all. I lifted myself up, positioning my cock against her slippy ring; I gave her a little dab of lube for good luck and plunged into her. That soon brought her back to reality with a bump, gone was the loving sensation of a mans' tongue on her most intimate of areas; here was the sharp pain of the full-on sexual experience for a girl like her! I fucked away regardless as she bucked, wriggled, moaned and pleaded beneath me; but all the slut was gonna get of me was a cunt full of man- cum. I squatted over her so that I could piston my shaft deep inside her I wanted this to be a fuck that she would remember for the rest of her life. With the buzz of the drugs I lost track of time; I could have been fucking her for anything between fifteen minutes and an hour. I can't really remember but I do remember that it was a good, long shag. We were both exhausted and she was crying like a soft little tart as I unloaded deep inside her twat. After my hard work I just collapsed on top of her and rolled to the side. I slept a little then woke her up and fucked her again; I did this several more times throughout the remainder of the evening. Sometimes I stuck it up her cunt and sometimes I stuck it down her throat; she was my fuck-toy, my living breathing sex-doll. KATIE'S PERSPECTIVE. It had been another long night serving and pleasing my boyfriend/Master and I was relieved that he let me sleep in the next day until lunchtime. When I did finally get up I showered and removed my nail-varnish from the night before and dressed in the clothes that he had put out for me in my changing room. It was quite a simple outfit, a knee length white cotton boho look skirt, a pale peach coloured, tight cropped t-shirt and white sandals with a smaller heel than usual. Underneath I wore a matching, peach coloured lacy bra and hi-leg panties; no stockings and suspenders this time, my legs felt bare and naked as I went downstairs. I was surprised to see another man there. "This is Mickey, say hello to Mickey princess." "Hello Mickey," I responded; he was a large overweight biker-type guy with long scruffy greying hair about fifty or so I estimated. Mickey it transpired was a tattoo artist and body piercer; Mr Wilton instructed him to pierce my ears and navel. "I could do her nipples as well," Mickey joked; but Mr Wilton just shook his head and said, "No just her ears and belly-button for now; it will add to her femininity, although I may have a lot more work for you to do on her with your tattoo needle at some date in the future." I looked on horrified as I heard this, what kind of tattoos and where? If I was tattooed it would be a permanent mark on me how could I let my girlfriend see me naked if I had something girly tattooed on me? The piercings that he was doing today would take some explaining and if he planned on some kind of permanence in this arrangement then how would I have the time to keep my relationship going with her anyway? Mickey worked quite quickly and professionally leaving me with large diamond studs in my ears and an even larger one in my navel. After he had finished I was told to thank him for making me look pretty. He laughed and said it was a pleasure and he was sure that we would meet again soon; with that he left me alone again with my 'boyfriend' Mr Wilton behaved quite cordially with me for the rest of that afternoon as he had done in the past after our nights of sex; still playing the boyfriend/girlfriend game as if I was actually a willing participant in all this. He even cooked the evening meal and made light conversation as we ate it. Whilst I was doing the dishes he said to me, "You be a good girl and do your chores and I will go and pick your outfit for tonight. We are going out again and I want you looking very slutty this evening." I just acknowledged him with a polite. "Yes Sir, thank-you Sir." I knew better than to question him. "Last night you were dressed appropriately for a date with your boyfriend, all smart, sexy and classy; tonight you will be dressed like a whore." With that he disapeared upstairs leaving alone to ponder my evenings fate; what was the bastard planning for me now? My imagination ran riot, what depths of sexual degradation was he capable of plumbing? Twenty minutes later he returned to the kitchen, slapped my bum and told me to, "Upstairs honey, shower and shave and I want you to put that blond hair dye in. It's quite a simple blond rinse just follow the instructions; then put the make-up and clothes on that I have left out for you. You have three hours, now get busy." I dried my hands and ran upstairs. As he had told me the hair-dying procedure was very simple and thirty minutes later I rinsed my hair, dried it and examined my new look in the mirror. My shoulder length hair was now a golden honey blond; it made my slim girly body look even more female. I applied the make-up on the eyes were very dark and the lips very bright red, the nail varnish matched the lippy and with the blond hair I looked like a tart. I sprayed on the perfume and went through to his room to pick up my clothes for the evening; they were laid out on his bed. He had certainly picked the correct make-up for the outfit he had selected. First I put on the red lacy suspender belt and attached the black fishnet stockings to them. Next I put on the red lacy bra and put the large D-dup breast forms inside, followed by the matching red G- string. After I was satisfied that my underwear was on straight I put on the tight, red, see-thru blouse that just covered my tits and exposed my bare tummy with my new piercing. And the very short black PVC mini; so short that even though I pulled it down as far as I could it was still showing my stocking-tops. It had a zip up the front so that it could easily be removed. Finally there was a pair of zip-up, red and black, PVC, knee length boots with five inch heels. There was some silver bangles and a necklace as well, I put them on and looked at myself in the full-length mirror as I brushed my hair into a more feminine style. I looked every inch like a ten dollar whore; all I needed was a cigarette hanging out of my mouth and a lamp-post to lean against. My god I thought to myself in terror, what the fuck had the cunt got planned for tonight? MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. "Well, well what have we got here?" I laughed as she walked downstairs. "You look fucking perfect for where we are going tonight." She did as well; she really did look like a whore on her way out to work. I felt my cock bulging inside my shorts and decided to take her right here and now to get her use to what she had now become; my whore! "Come here bitch lets have a look at you; your pimp wants to inspect his girl before she goes out," I told her. She looked nervously at the floor as I evaluated her, telling her just what I thought she looked like "My god you look like a dirty little fuck-slut." "Pimp-daddies best little working girl." "Turn around, lets see your ass you bitch," I added, high on my own power over her. She did as she was told and turned around; I took two steps forward and grabbed her waist as I pushed her over to the dinning table. "Bend over cunt," I ordered as I pushed her down over the table; my hands up the back of her skirt. "Time to prepare you for your task tonight." I slipped her G-string to one side and put a dab of lube on her hot little pussy; I massaged it inside her with my fingertip. Next I showed her the inch-long lube capsule and proceeded to push it up her cunt. "This will dissolve over the evening and keep you wet and ready for anything," I sneered at her. "And believe me you will be grateful for this later you slut." There was only one way to ram that capsule right up her and that was with my cock. I undid my trousers and unceremoniously entered her; she let out a little yelp. I fucked her hard and without mercy I was hard and horny as fuck, as usual! Just as I was about to cum I tugged her round, gripped her face with one hand and guided my erupting member deep into her mouth. When she had completely cleaned my now softening penis with her busy little tongue I pulled her up and said, "Let's go slut; you can fix your lippy up in the car on the drive down." "W-w-where are we going?," she whimpered. But I just grabbed her arm and dragged her out to the car. "Not far bitch, don't worry you will soon find out," I said to her. It was dark by now but I knew where I was going. We drove out of the town and up towards the hills. She was re-applying her lipstick in the mirror, taking her time so as to avoid any conversation with me. It did not matter to me whether she was quiet or not; she wasn't here for her conversational skills! I pulled off the A-road into a picnic area, there were several other cars parked there. KATIE'S PERSPECTIVE. I wasn't sure just why he had decided to pull of the road here; it was dark and although there were a few other cars parked here too, I was still slow to catch on to what was happening at this strange location. He parked the car and took out a joint which he lit and shared with me; we sat there and smoked in silence for a minute or two. I could make out people hanging around one of the other parked cars; in fact several appeared to be crouching down peering into the windows of it. Then it dawned on me; this must be one of those dogging areas that I had read about in the Sunday papers! I immediately realised with growing horror why he had dressed me up like a slut and brought me here. He finished the joint, opened his window fully and flicked it out; next he put the interior light on in the car and casually unfastened his trousers. He turned to me with a sneer and said, "What you fucking waiting for whore; get to work." With that he grabbed my hair and pulled me face down into his lap. As I obediently took him into my mouth he reached for the dashboard with his free hand and I heard the click, click, click as he flicked the headlamps on and off. Within minutes I heard the approaching footsteps of our audience; I glanced up from his cock to see a face leering through the open drivers' side window. It was soon followed by another one, then another. "Plenty of room round the other side." My 'boyfriend' laughed and a felt breeze from behind me as he opened the electric window of my passenger side door. "She's a dirty little slut," whispered one voice. "Yea a complete slapper," added another. "Wouldn't mind a bit off that cunt," sneered a third. I tried to ignore them and concentrated on getting my man off as quick as I could so that we could leave this horrifying place as soon as possible. Once again my logic was flawed; I should have realised by now that this nightmare was only just beginning. A mouthful of his cum would only be the precursor to what I was to endure for his pleasure and amusement tonight! As I was twisted round in the passenger seat with my head buried deep in his lap; I was not aware off the presence of a fourth man behind me looking through the passenger window. So when I felt a hand on my leg rubbing up my stocking-tops and under my skirt I just thought it was my 'boyfriend'. I jumped as the hand poked between my legs and felt my 'clit' and heard a new voice behind me shout. "Hey lads, it's a fucking tranny." "Even better," laughed one of the other guys. "They are fucking even dirtier than the real slags we get down here," Said another of the perverts. My 'boyfriend's' cock began to spasm and I knew he was due to fill my mouth with his seed once again. I sucked and worked it for all I was worth as the audience murmured their appreciations. They clapped as I gagged and wriggled; they laughed as he forced my head back down on him, cum oozing from my lips. He laughed along with them, the fucking bastard! I was so humiliated, this was worse than the three-sum with Danny; here I felt like a whore on display and worse was to follow! "Ain't she a good little whore," I heard him say as he pulled me up by my hair and put his cock back in his pants. "Now she is well and truly open for business; any takers?" As one the four voices responded their interest. "Of course there is a nominal entrance fee, but that is merely for the symbolism. I want the cunt to know that she is my fucking whore and I am her pimp," He hesitated for a second before saying with a broad smile. "Shall we say one pound each; of course that gives you access to both of her pretty little fuck-holes." "I think I can just about afford that," a voice said. "Me too," said the voice behind me. All four of them handed Mr Wilton a one pound coin and one by one they came around to the passenger door. "Come on bitch, I've paid good money for your ass," I heard one say followed by. "Yea get out of the fucking car whore, we've paid our money, let's go." I looked desperately into Mr Wilton's eyes, imploring him to help me; but he just looked at me with his eyes hard and cold as he pushed me towards the now open door. I felt several hands grip me and pull me out; two guys grabbed a leg each and tugged me; my tiny skirt riding up flashing my knickers. The other two put a one hand each under my ass and their other hands under my shoulders as they carried me away from the car. "Over there by the picnic table," the guy holding my leg directed. "We can bend her over it and spit-roast her." "Yea," Affirmed another one. "She can get on her knees and get us all hard first though." I looked back to see my 'boyfriend' get out of the car and follow us. "I wouldn't wanna miss this for the world lads." He laughed as he caught us up. "Be as rough as you like with her she has gotta learn how to please men like a good little whore should." I was plonked down onto the floor on the grass beside the wooded table and yanked up onto my knees. A hand reached down and ripped at my blouse, the buttons flying off as it fell open. Someone else's hand squeezed my silicon breast form through my lacy bra. "Too bad they ain't real tits," he said. "But they will fucking have to do for now." The four men formed a circle around me and undid their trousers; I looked at each in turn as one by one their semi hard cocks plopped out. I was conditioned now and knew what I must do; I closed my eyes and opened my mouth and waited to receive the first of them. I didn't have to wait long; they jostled for position like a pack of hungry dogs as my mouth was filled with the quickest ones penis. It was soon replaced by another then another as I was pulled around by my hair to face them all in turn. As I sucked on one of them I opened my eyes for long enough to see the other three guys rubbing their cocks and getting harder by the second. "I'm ready," growled one guy. "Me too," added another. "It think we all are just about ready to see what else we get for our money." A third voice said; although in the mental state I was now in I lost track of just which one said what? They were all just anonymous unfriendly sneers and jeers to me now. "Let's get her up over the table," I heard. A mass of hands reached down and pulled me up. I was pushed towards the oblong, wooden picnic table and bent over it; someone pushed my face down and kicked my legs apart. My skirt must have been up around my waist as I felt a smack upon my exposed bottom. "It doesn't matter if it's a tranny or a real cunt from this angle, they all look the same from behind," I heard. The rest of the guys agreed, one of them adding. "Yup, dressed like a slut with their ass up in the air on offer; it don't matter to me what the fuck the little bitch is. A hole is a fucking hole!" My G-string was roughly tugged to one side and someone spat on my open exposed hole. A finger slipped inside me and I knew my rape was about to begin. I felt I hand brush my hair from my face and heard Mr Wilton's voice. "Hold on guys," He said firmly. I looked up at him with hope, tears in my eyes; was he going to stop this ordeal, was he gonna show me some mercy and compassion at long last? He looked down and smiled at me, I pleaded with my eyes for help. It was his final humiliation, to give me some hope only to pull it away. All he did was give me a big hit of poppers and say to the semi naked guys. "She's all yours boys; make sure you get your pounds worth of her ass." The poppers hit home as the first of the cocks entered me; my head was pulled up as another man's penis was thrust into my mouth. I almost chocked with the shock of the sudden double intrusion into my body, thank god for the chemical rush to numb the pain. My body was rocked from end to end as the two guys thudded into me. Every so often I would get a couple of seconds break and I was given another blast of poppers as they swapped positions. At times my knees almost buckled with the combination of the drugs and the thrusting; but each time a strong pair of hands would grip my waist and pull me back up. There was to be no escape until they were all fully satisfied; I just had to be a 'good girl' and get on with it. It wasn't just the shame of what they were doing to me it was the humiliation of what they were saying to each other about me as they did it; comments like. "What a nasty little slut she is." "Oh yea she is a dirty little cunt." "Mmmm she has a lovely tight little pussy for a cheap whore." "The bitch has got gorgeous red cock-sucking lips." Etc! In turn they shot their wads of semen over me, on my face and up my cunt; one of them emptied the contents of the condom he had used to fuck me all over my open lips as I panted for breath. At last it seemed that it was over as the last one grunted behind me he pulled out of me and I felt the fourth lot of cum ejaculate over my naked bottom. I felt paralysed with shock and was still in my submissive position over the table as I heard them fasten up their pants. MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. She looked completely fucked as the last guy shot his load over her ass; just like I wanted her to look. I took a couple of pictures on my camera-phone as a souvenir of her latest adventure and for a little more blackmail material too! I bid farewell to tonight's 'partners in crime' as they thanked me and shuffled off to their cars. She was done for the evening now; I gently replaced her G-string so as it fit snugly into the cum-soaked crack between her buttocks; getting wet and sticky as it absorbed it. I helped her up, she staggered into my arms; four different loads of men's semen dripping down her face, out of her mouth and in her hair. As she stood upright yet more cum oozed out of her stretched, gaping fuck-hole, over her ass and down over her thighs and stockings. "Here," I said passing her some tissue. "Clean your cunt up before you sit in my car you nasty, little, dirty whore." She did as she was told and after letting me inspect her snatch to make sure it was clean enough, she staggered into the car. There were tears in her eyes and she was trying to clutch her ripped blouse across her tits; just like a real girl would in the same circumstance! On the drive home I gave her no respite from my mind games, I told her to repeat all the way home the mantra of submission and acceptance of her role as cock-slut whore. I had her saying. "I am nothing but a worthless fuck-toy." "I am just a nasty cheap little whore." "I belong to my pimp and Master." "My pussy-ass and mouth are for men to empty their balls inside." "I am a dirty little cum-bucket." "I am a cum-soaked slut." Etc. By the time we arrived home she was in tears as she jabbered away; her will completely broken by my masterful superiority now. I could tell she still had a sore bottom as I guided her into the house and told her to. "Go get ya make-up off and have a shower bitch." She nodded and whispered. "Y-y-yes Sir," as she limped upstairs. "Then put that little white baby-doll nighty and matching panties on; be in my bedroom in thirty minutes or else you slut," I shouted after her. I didn't care how sore her well fucked, little snatch was; I wanted to cum again before I went to sleep. Exactly thirty minutes later I was lying naked in my bed as I heard a gentle knock on my bedroom door. "Come in girl," I said. She came in and curtsied, her eyes downcast like a submissive little sex-slave. "Ask your Masters permission for the honour of joining him in his bed girl." "P-p-please Master m-may I h-have the honour of j-j-joining my M-m- master in his bed," She stammered. I just threw back the covers and said coldly. "In bitch." She crawled in beside me. Flipping her immediately onto her stomach I ran my hands over her bum. "Is your little fuck-hole still sore princess?" I asked, to which she replied. "Y-yes Sir; my little fuck-hole is still sore." "That does not excuse you from your role as my girlfriend does it sweetheart," I added. She meekly shook her head. I slipped her panties off and parted her legs to allow my finger access to her swollen ring. "When Daddy wants his little girls' pussy; Daddy gets his little girls' pussy. Now you say it," I demanded. She meekly whispered. "When D-D-Daddy w-wants his l-little g-girls pussy; Daddy g-g-gets his little girls p-p-pussy." "A good girl gives up her pussy to Daddy enthusiastically and without a fuss," I continued and she repeated it word for word as she knew she was required to do. Deciding to show her some mercy I licked my finger tip and dabbed it in a bag of ketamine before slipping it up her cunt. "I am going to be nice to you," I said as I pulled her up. "As you have been a good girl and taken all that cock tonight; I'm gonna take it easy on your pussy." I gave her a minute for the ketamine to numb her stretched ring and told her to. "Sit astride me and lower yourself down onto me." "That way you can take it as slow and gentle as you like." "As long as you make me cum eventually," I added, "or I'll just flip you over and fuck you hard again." She knew she had some option now, she knew that she would now have to voluntarily impale herself on my thick, hard shaft; or let me dictate a much harder pace. I could sense the dilemma in her mind, again all part of my game-plan; she had to act like a girl and ride her mans' cock or face another hard raping up her already painful twat! She lubed up my prick and her hole; then sat astride me and guided the tip of my member towards the opening of her girly sex. Resting her hands on my chest she slowly lowered herself down allowing me to penetrate her inch by painful inch. At last I was in her fully, I gripped her nipples through the flimsy material of her baby-doll to take her mind of the sensation at the other end of her body and thrust my hips up at her. She grimaced and twisted her pretty little face with fear, shock and pain as she was taken by her man. I gripped her hips and bounced her up and down as she responded by moaning and riding me. The ketamine had obviously had the desired effect as she seemed oblivious to the ever deeper and deeper thrusts. The ketamine off her pussy had obviously numbed the swollen purple head of my man-hood too as it took me ages to cum inside her. As I did so I snapped at her. "Beg for the honour of a pussy-full of man-cream bitch." She responded like a proper little slut should by pleading with me to fill her hot little pussy up with my seed. It was too much for me and I exploded inside her pulling her down to the maximum impalement as I did so. On releasing my load I suddenly lost all interest in her; just like a typical man eh? I was tired and I wanted her gone. I wanted to wake up tomorrow on my own and have a wank as I remembered to what levels of depravity she had allowed me to drag her down to tonight. KATIE'S PERSPECTIVE. He quickly became flaccid after the last fuck, he bounced me up and down on his softening cock as if to drain the last of is cum out inside of me. Thank god for the ketamine or it would have crippled me, my ass was already sore from the pounding I had received in the car-park from the four strangers. I sensed with relief that he was now fully satisfied and would not require my presence for too much longer. As his cock slipped out of me he threw me off him and told me to. "Fuck off home." He fumbled on the bedside table for his wallet and withdrew a ten pound note from it. "Here you are whore, your wages for a taxi home." I thanked him politely and headed towards the bedroom door; he called after me. "Now that you have sold your ass for your pimp for only one pound; you have accepted that you are a whore from now on. What are you?" "I-I-I am a whore from now on Master," I responded. "A-A-And you are my pimp and M-M-Master," I added quickly. I took the ten pound and ran downstairs stripping the nighty off as I went; when I got into the utility room I quickly dressed and ran out of that hell-house to find a taxi. It was three o-clock in the morning by the time I got home and went to bed. My mind was in turmoil after my two nights of enforced female sexual slavery and it didn't look like he was gonna let me go yet! The next morning my first dilemma was how to explain my new blond hair and pierced ears to my parents, work-mates, friends, and girlfriend? I just had to tell my mother I had done it as an experiment; I combed it back in as male a style as I could and got ready for work. While I was getting dressed my mobile phone bleeped, I had received a picture message. I didn't like getting messages these days; they usual came from him and they were never good news. So I wasn't really surprised to see the picture opening before my eyes. It was a very graphic photo of a young slapper, in boots, a mini with stockings and suspenders on. She was bent over a picnic bench with her skirt up, her panties pulled over to one side and wads of semen dripping out down her legs. She looked just like the picture of ravished slutty- ness; she looked just like me! A message followed, it simply read: YOU ARE MINE NOW!! SEE YOU NEXT WEEK!! I knew that I would have to be there for whatever he required of me. THANKS TO ALL THE PEOPLE THAT HAVE REVIEWED THIS STORY SO FAR. I CAN ASSURE YOU ALL THAT I DO READ THEM AND TAKE THEIR SUGGESTIONS AND CRITICISM SERIOUSLY. I AM WORKING ON THE FIFTH AND FINAL PART OF THIS STORY THOUGH IT MAY BE A FEW WEEKS IN COMING. AS SOME PEOPLE SEEM TO HAVE ENJOYED THE STORY SO FAR AND SOME THINK IT IS A LITTLE TOO DARK AND RELENTLESS. I HAVE DECIDED TO WRITE TWO ALTERNATIVE ENDINGS TO THE TALE AND WILL UPLOAD THEM BOTH AT THE SAME TIME. AND YOU THE READER CAN DECIDE HOW YOU WANT IT TO END. LOVE SAMANTHA ARDEN XXXXX