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ENTRAPMENT, TWO SIDES TO EVERY STORY PART 5B. THE SAME AS PART 5A UNTIL THE LAST CHAPTER WHERE IT CONCLUDES WITH A HAPPIER ENDING FOR THOSE READERS THAT THOUGHT THE STORY A LITTLE TOO BRUTAL AND UNRELENTING XXX MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE I drifted off to sleep after she left, briefly waking at about 9AM the next morning. I sent her a text message with the photo I had taken last night to give her something to think about whilst she was at work that day. I wasn't working until Wednesday so I fell back asleep dreaming of my 'girl'. She had performed magnificently over the last couple of days, better than I could even have hoped for. I could play with her, mind, body and soul at my leisure now; I knew she had nothing left in her heart to resist me! Her submission was complete; now it was just a matter of taking whatever I wanted and turning her into my complete fantasy, my sexual play-thing. I decided that the best way of dealing with her would be to take it easy with her. Therefore after next weekend I would only summon her couple of times a month so as to pace myself and not get too quickly bored with her. You see that is always the problem with these bitches; it's great to break them and mould them into the perfect little piece of ass, but as a guy you still has to keep the novelty value going! In prison I could easily sell one on to one of the chaps; or if she had been a very good girl I would even let her go and still give her protection from the other fellows. On the outside however, it would be a lot harder to replace her; therefore best to keep things fresh! I would still expand her feminine, sexual experiences; there was money to be made out of her ass. Money for me that is; she had already shown her potential as a porn star and a whore. It wasn't that I needed the cash, it was just the buzz of getting her to earn it for me that turned me on; it was my victory over her! A couple of days later I sent her another text, it was time to blunt and to the point; it read: FINISH WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND. I NEED YOU TO BE AVAILABLE WHENEVER I CALL YOU 24/7. YOU HAVE NO TIME FOR ANYONE ELSE NOW. SEE YOU SATURDAY 8PM. Besides it was gonna be very difficult for her to keep up a relationship with a girl when she herself was now blond, shaven and pierced. When she arrived the following Saturday evening she remembered to strip naked and go straight upstairs. I expected that she now knew the drill and would have shaved her body at home before she came round. She would also know that on getting upstairs she was to take a shower, do her make-up, brush her hair and put on whatever I had laid out for her. I had selected her outfit carefully; she needed to be wearing just the right amount of garments for my scheme this evening to work. For tonight I had set up her debut as an internet-slut; I had rigged up my video-camera to my computer and was going to broadcast live to a paying audience. A friend of mine who was a little more savvy with web- sites and computers had done it for me. He had fixed up a site for me and I already had advanced knowledge that our show tonight would be broadcast to dozens, hopefully hundreds of guys online possibly around the world? As each one of them paying up to ten pound to see the whole event it could add up to a sizable cash bonus for me. I had the living room prepared with the bed part pulled out from under the sofa; with it being a corner suite it gave us a good stage to work on. I prepared some joints, drinks, and a couple of lines of K and coke; set the lighting and music, then positioned the three cameras to catch as much as I could. The site was designed to let each viewer pick and swap between the cameras. This way I would not have to worry too much about being in the correct position for the best shot; they could chose their own preferred angle! KATIE'S PERSPECTIVE. Once again I made my weary way across town by bus on the following Saturday; what else could I do? I hadn't yet done as he had told me and finished with my girlfriend. Although I had realised that it would be very difficult to explain several things; not just my weekend absentness but also the new hair colour, piercings and shaved body! It was only a matter of time before I would have to sever all my links with my old life to continue avoiding a scenario which would change my life anyway. This was my ever increasing dilemma; if I disobey him he would go through with his blackmail threats and completely fuck my life up. If, however I went through with his schemes then it was increasingly fucking up my life anyway! I pushed these unhelpful thoughts from my mind and entered his house; I knew the drill now, strip off and go upstairs. As usual he virtually ignored me as I padded barefoot through the living room and up the stairs. All he managed to do was grunt, "Hello bitch." To which I mumbled, "Hello Sir." At first I thought that there must be a mistake as I surveyed the garments he had left out on the bed for me; as there was only underwear and no skirt, dress or top to wear. I looked around the room but he had left nothing else out for me; I knew better than to go back downstairs and ask him for I quickly realised that this must be all that I was required to wear for him tonight. I sat at the dresser and went through the familiar ritual of applying my make-up and brushing my hair; I then returned to the bed and started to dress. Firstly I put on the red and black jacquard basque; then rolled the fully fitted black silk stockings up my legs and fastened them to the straps attached to the basque. Then I slipped on the flimsy little panties; they felt so feminine and sensual against my skin. I stepped into the six-inch high heeled little red ankle boots and tied up laced up fronts; put on the red silk elbow gloves, with the red and black feather boa around my shoulders and tottered across the landing to the stairs. I looked like a dancer in a burlesque show; or a whore from a wild western saloon! It was a real struggle to negotiate the stairs in these heels but I just about managed it. When I got downstairs the first thing I noticed was the sofa-bed pulled out and the cameras set up. The next thing I noticed were the lines of powder cut out on the mirror, the ready made joints and several drinks strategically placed about the room. It was obvious that another night of sex was on the cards and one that was going to be filmed again; it was then that he explained what his plan was. "Tonight honey we are going out live." He pointed to his computer. "A live internet session for the paying public," he added. "And you will be a good little girl and do everything I tell you to do; do you understand?" I murmured my assent; as if I had any choice I thought to myself sadly. We both knew that I was his whore now, a powerless pawn in his twisted game. He stripped down to his tight black cotton boxer shorts and offered me a drink and a hit of the joint. "Now turn around and bend over angel." I did so and felt my panties pulled down a little; he gently fingered my tight little hole and inserted a small object followed by another one. "Just a couple of those lube capsules like you had the other week,," he said, adding, "I want you to be ready to go when we go out live. I don't won't the distraction and mess of having to lube you up online. I want it to be a seamless, man pulls down girls panties, man opens up girls ass, man sticks his cock up girls cunt scene; you understand?" He pulled my panties back up and told me to stand up straight. Grabbing my hand and pulling it to his crotch, he said, "Look here princess, feel your mans cock; I'm hard as fuck already for you." I could feel his erect penis throbbing through the cotton of his shorts. Next he took a line of ketamine and a line of coke for himself and told me to do likewise. The combination of the two drugs made my head rush as I followed him over to the opened sofa-bed. "Stand there honey," he whispered. "I'll let our viewers know that we are ready to broadcast." He clicked on the mouse and it only took a minute before he was satisfied that our 'guests' were online. "Pose for the camera sweetheart," he said quietly, "let the guys have a good look at you." I stood there in my best girly pose, legs straight and together with my feet crossed at the ankles; swaying a little from the effect of the chemicals and the fact that I was wearing very high heels. With my hands on my hips, trying to pout provocatively at the camera; knowing that only by doing my best to please him, would get me through the night. He lay on the sofa-bed, resting on one elbow watching me like a cat watches a mouse. "Come here princes.s" He patted the space beside him. "Time for the show to begin." I sat slowly down, resigned to my fate as he passed me the poppers. Taking a big hit of them I swooned back into his arms and prepared myself to obey and please him, like a good little girl should do for her man. I felt his big rough hand move up my thigh over my stockings and up to my panties. His fingers squeezed my clitty through the thin material, stroking me and telling me to. "Open up angel, the men wanna see a girl with her legs invitingly apart." Reluctantly I obeyed him and parted my knees; he reached for my leg and pulled it up onto the bed. I was open and vulnerable for the camera now, legs apart, my panties were stretched tight over my clitty, my pussy-lips and my moistening sex-hole. His finger tips worked their way into my knickers and circled around my already lubed outer ring. The capsule that he had put inside me earlier must be beginning to dissolve. All the while that he was doing this, his other hand was reaching up and fondling my silicon breasts while he nuzzled and nibbled my neck. "Oh baby," he groaned. "Oh baby you're so fucking sexy; tell the guys who your pussy belongs to and what he is gonna do to it." he whispered in my ear. "Tell them what a nasty little tramp you are." I knew where my duty lay so I faced the camera and with half closed eyes, trying to look as sexy, girly and naughty as I could, I said, "My tight little girly pussy belongs to my man and whoever he decides to share me with." "And he is gonna pull aside my pretty little panties and stick his big hard cock deep inside my hot little cunt," I added in my most husky, sexual, feminine voice. "Yea but first you're gonna show the guys how you suck a man's cock you nasty little fuck-slut." He laughed as he slapped my ass and lay back on the sofa-bed. "Get up on all-fours on the bed and take off my shorts bitch," he snapped. "Let the lads have a good look at your arse as you worship your mans erect cock." Obviously by now (for all of you that have read the first four parts of this story) I didn't need telling twice; I climbed on the bed and thrust my bottom up in the air as I kissed his penis through his shorts. It was so hard I could feel it throbbing against the cotton; I could smell his male musky aroma. Slowly I pulled down his shorts and kissed the tip of his member; he stroked my hair as I licked his glands. Working my tongue slowly over the shiny head, into the slit and around the ridge; the mad thought shot through my mind that I had actually become quite good at this! I had learnt the art, albeit against my will, of sucking a man's dick; I could tell by his moans that I was hitting the spot. "Oh yea princess, suck Daddy's cock. Mmmm yea honey lick it real good you slut. That's it bitch take it into your mouth," I heard him say to me 'encouragingly'. And to the cameras. "Ain't she fucking hot, sexy and dirty? Bet you wish you had this nasty little slut on her knees for you, eh lads?" I was hoping that I could make him shoot into my mouth and save my ass from a pounding. Although I realised even then that it would only postpone the inevitable; he was more than capable of being able to cum again with fifteen or twenty minutes. Even if I emptied him into my mouth he would still be ready for more after a very short break. It wasn't like I had the choice either; he was in control here not me. When he was ready he moved out from under me and knelt up behind my ass; again slapping it as he laughed, "Time for pussy-heaven my little angel." He tugged my knickers down roughly and said, "Daddy is gonna fuck his pretty little princess and she is gonna fucking enjoy it; what am I gonna do girl?" "D-D-Daddy is g-gonna f-f-fuck his little p-p-princess and she is g- gonna enjoy it S-S-Sir," I blubbered as I discreetly took another hit of poppers. I had learned from experience just what was gonna happen next and real soon judging by the way he slapped my bottom with his hard prick. It was soon at the entrance to my puckered little rose-bud; I tried to relax as I felt his hands grip my waist. I was as ready as I was ever gonna be when he entered me; I was no stranger to this invasive, violating sensation by now. After all I wasn't a virgin any more, he had fucked me loads of times now; not to mention the other cocks he had forced me to take! I was glad for the lube capsules that were now properly dissolving inside me as his cock penetrated me, quite slowly, quite deliberately. It wasn't as painful as it had been in the past; I was getting used to it by now, dare I say even starting to enjoy it in a strange way. Weird I know, but after a while it was quite an unusual, almost pleasant experience. The fact that it was being done against my will and the fact that I was dressed as a girl, seemed to lessen the guilt and revulsion that I should feel. It was as if the removal of my free will had in a strange way made it almost acceptable; that I had an excuse so why not make the best of it? The poppers on top of the other drugs and alcohol made me lose myself in my role as his girlfriend. I moaned and groaned and pushed my hips back onto him as he fucked me; he got faster and faster as he neared his climax. I was so numb I felt like I could have taken him forever; I was tripping from the K. I knew he was ready when he roughly threw me onto my back and sat astride me frantically masterbating his cock in the direction of my face. He was no more than an inch away from me as his penis jerked and ejaculated its load over my open mouth. I swallowed what I could and thanked him like a good girl should do when her Master has been good enough to cum on her face. "Oh Master your worthless little slut is grateful for a face-full of her Master's cum," I moaned like a man's bitch should. I would be grateful for the break; it would only be short while before he wanted me again. Just long enough to nip to the toilet, fix my make-up, brush my hair and take as much alcohol and drugs as I could before the next round! MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. While she was tidying herself up I read some of the comments that the guys posted online. 'GOOD FUCK MAN, WHAT A DIRTY LITTLE SLUT SHE IS' 'YEA CAN'T WAIT TO SEE MORE BUDDY' 'NEXT TIME SLAP HER ARSE A BIT HARDER, MAKE HER CRY' 'YOU'RE ONE LUCKY BASTARD, WISH I HAD A WHORE LIKE THAT' ETC. I decided to give them an encore; when she got back into the living room I sat up on the sofa naked and faced one of the cameras. "Here sweetheart," I said as I gestured to her to stand between my open legs. "Turn around and face the camera Katie." She did as I told her; I tugged her knickers down to her knees, letting the audience view her pretty little clitty. "Now then princess, sit down on Daddy's cock; there's a good girl," I said as I gripped her hips and pulled her onto me. I peered around her and winked at the camera, I am sure the guys would appreciate my casual assertiveness over her. I wanted them to feel the power a real man has over a bitch and want to experience that feeling with a bitch just like her too. She let out an involuntary yelp as she impaled herself upon my throbbing penis and writhed as I bounced her on my lap; my cock pushing deeper and deeper inside her each time her bottom hit my thighs. It did not take me long to cum; it never did with her she was a fucking natural. Even her tears and reluctance looked sexy to me; and to the sort of guys that were into this kinda scene. When I was finished with her I pushed off me so that she sprawled out on the floor at my feet; like the beaten, battered, used and abused little slut she was. "Go tidy yourself up bitch," I snapped as I kicked her arse. "Get cleaned up and fuck off home ya little whore." I laughed, as I lent forward and switched the computer off. I had finished with her now and just wanted her gone; just how a real man wants a session to end. We have no time for niceties and pillow talk with the cunts once we have shot our load; best they just fuck off home and leave you in peace, right boys? It's like the old saying. "Men don't pay prostitutes for sex; hey any decent looking guy can get laid. No my friends, men pay prostitutes to fuck off with no strings attached after sex! Right guys? As usual I stood her ten pounds for her taxi home afterwards; I mean I am a gentleman after all. Besides as far as whores go, she really was worth ten pounds of anybodies money. It would be interesting to see just how much guys would be willing to pay for an hour or two with this little filly. I left her for a couple of weeks afterwards before I summoned her again; I didn't want her getting too used to it. I needed to keep her fresh for me; I didn't want her to actually start to enjoy it too much now did I? Besides I needed to keep upping the ante with her to keep it exciting for myself; as you know it's all about the power as well as the shag for me! I had taken her out earlier in our 'relationship' to the gay area the nearby city for a meal and to a club and I had taken her out to a dogging site and pimped her out. This time I decided to combine the two and take her to one of the more extreme clubs in the same gay area of the city. The club I chose was one that I had visited a couple of times in the past; it was a discreet, members' only place. The sort of place where anything goes, fetish, S+M, sub/DOM, bondage, gang-bangs, it even had its own torture chamber and dark-rooms. With a licensed bar and a very liberal attitude to drugs; the perfect venue! Most of the clientele were T-girls and their admirers; some sub, some DOM and vice versa. I had found it an intoxicating, heady mix of the various permutations present whenever I had previously visited. The DOM guys with their little sub, tranny slave-girls; the DOMME trannys with their sub guys. The DOM guys with sweet little chicken gay-boys; even the DOMME trannys with other trannys as their slaves. I sent her the text on the Friday evening telling her to be at my place for 6PM the next day. Then I went into town and picked up the outfit I wanted her to wear for the Saturday evening. I knew in my minds eye just what I wanted it to be; I wanted her to look like the fantasy image of the classic submissive sex-slave. She arrived on the Saturday bang on time, just like I would have expected of her; she was very well trained by now I thought smugly to myself. By 8PM she was made-up and wearing her outfit for the night; I gave her a drink and a smoke and explained this evenings' program to her as she nodded submissively. "Tonight honey we are going out again; you will be obedient and obey me at all times. Do you understand?" She again nodded her eyes downcast. "We are going to a club where you will show everyone present just what a good little girl you are, Katie." I handed her a bottle of poppers and a lube capsule to slip up her cunt later, wrapped a jacket round her shoulders and directed her towards the kitchen. As we exited the house and reached the car, I shoved her towards the door I had opened for her I growled at her to, "Get in bitch; come on let's go" KATIE'S PERSPECTIVE. And so I found myself once again in a situation beyond my control. I was sat in his car speeding along the motorway to my fate wearing only the flimsiest most delicate of outfits. A very short, very thin black toga-type dress, with a pair of six-inch heeled, black sandals; the ankle straps winding up my calf to fastened with a small padlock halfway up. Underneath I had on only a pair of very sheer, black, silk stockings attached to a hot, bright pink suspender-belt with matching bra and G- string. My little clitty was fitted snugly against the sensual girly material; it was almost becoming second nature to be a slut now! My shoulder length blond hair was washed, brushed and smelling sweet as a girls complimenting the heavy perfume I was wearing. I had thickened my eyelashes with mascara and applied the foundation, deep pink lipstick, blusher and dark eye-shadow. I had also put on the accessories he had left out for me. They consisted of two one inch wide bright pink leather wrist straps with a couple of large silver D-rings attached and a longer matching collar with D-rings attached to wear around my neck. I was feeling pretty stoned and a little tipsy from the drink and joint he had given me before we left; so I decided to make the best of the evening. I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he was driving; I wondered if he would notice me sat beside him in the passenger seat? It was just a little experiment on my behalf; I wriggled my panties down to my knees and looking straight at him I slipped the little lube capsule up my bottom. It had the desired effect, his head spun around to watch me in action; I had to remind him to keep his eyes upon the road. It was almost as if, that just for a brief moment in time I actually had some degree of control over the situation. It was weird but I felt that I had some strange feminine power. It suddenly dawned on me that even though guys think that they are in control; often in reality they are in fact, slaves to their own dicks, it is the object of their lust that ultimately has the power! Interesting, I thought to myself; if as I had surmised he derived so much pleasure from coercing me into femininity, would he still get as much of a buzz out of it if he thought I was actually enjoying it? Just maybe I could call his bluff and get him to become bored with me? It was an idea that would require some future thought; not now though, as we drove through the city and pulled up into a car park. It was off a side street across from a club; he got out of the car and came round to my side and opened the door. He reached inside and clipped a lead to the D-ring on my collar and gave it a little tug. "Come on girl, follow me" He hissed as he strolled towards the club doorway. I gathered that this must be a members' only club as he signed us both in at the reception area and I followed him upstairs. The heavy beat of the music boomed louder as we entered a darkened bar area with a DJ and dance floor. The layout itself was unremarkable; what was unusual however was the clientele! It was a much wilder venue than the one we had visited before; that had been almost normal compared with this. Where that had been a straight forward type of place, albeit that most of the 'girls' were in fact trannys, this was definitely a fetish club. In the last place the 'girls' were dressed quite girly and natural, in this one there was a lot more PVC, leather, etc; and not just on the 'girls', some of the guys were attired likewise. Another gentle tug on my lead prompted me to follow him towards the bar; he ordered us both a drink and led me over to a booth. When he sat down on the end of the seat he clicked his fingers and gestured to me to kneel at his feet; I was a little taken aback but I complied with his wishes. I knelt there and took in the surrounding scene as he took my wrists, pulled them behind my back and fastened them together by attaching a short, clip-on chain to the D-rings on my wrist-bands. It was like a scene from a Marquis De Sade novel; Masters, Mistresses and slaves where everywhere. It was obvious now why he had chosen this outfit for me; I looked like a nymphet slave-girl at an orgy. I was grateful to take a mouthful of the drink he held for me; as I swallowed it he leaned over and whispered to me, "You will do anything I or anyone else I give you to orders you to do tonight sweetheart. You will not let me down or you will be fucking punished harshly; do you understand Katie?" I didn't want to even imagine just what he meant by 'punishing me harshly' meant; I was in no position to argue now was I? So I just replied to him, "Yes Sir; I am your good little girl Sir." "I know you are Katie," he said smiling. Within minutes a guy approached; he was tall and slim with short greying hair; I judged his age to be about fifty or so? After speaking to Mr Wilton for a couple of minutes; I couldn't make out what he said because of the loud music, he turned to face me and unfastened his leather pants. Mr Wilton passed the end of my lead to him and sat back to watch the unfolding scene. The stranger didn't speak to me or even acknowledge my existence; he just flopped his cock out so that it was staring me in the face and tugged my lead. I took him into my mouth and worked him like a professional! It wasn't long before I was 'rewarded' with a mouthful of hot, thick, salty semen; so I lapped it up and swallowed as I was expected to do. On finishing my little show others came over to our booth; I was told to stand up while I was appraised by two guys and a couple of leather- clad tranny dommes. They made me bend over the table so that they could pull my G-string aside and examine my 'pussy'. I lost track of time as first one then another cock violated my stretched and vulnerable hole. Like the night at the dogging site; I was passed around like blow-up doll and fucked repeatedly in both my open orifices. I was dragged around the club by my lead by my Master and other people; pushed into the dark-rooms, the booths and onto the stage to be assaulted orally and anally by assorted and numerous hard, erect pricks. Some of them belonged to the other 'girls' present; thankfully I became more and more disorientated as the evening progressed. Finally I was conscious of being out in the fresh air; I opened my eyes and realised we were outside of the club heading towards his car. I collapsed with exhaustion into the front seat of his car and drifted off into a drug-fucked sleep. I woke up outside of my own house; my panties all wet and sticky, the taste of semen still fresh on my tongue. MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. She had been a good girl that night in the club; I had long known that I had her beaten, but that night she had proven it once again. It was 5AM by the time we got back to our home town; I was so tired and fucked out that I just wanted rid of her so that I could get home and get some sleep. I had taken her home front door key out of her jeans pocket when she had been upstairs getting ready at my house earlier and stashed it in the glove compartment in my car. So I drove directly to her house and parked outside. "Good night sweetheart," I said as I kissed her and groped her crotch. "Time to call it a night, see you soon" I added as I handed her the key, lent over and opened the passenger door for her. Her house was in darkness as she tottered up the path in her heels. If she was quick she could get up to her room, strip, take off her make-up and get in bed before any of her family caught her. Although that was her problem not mine; I was already on my way home before she got to her door. Actually driving the bitch to her own house also showed her that I knew where she lived, a little something extra for her to think about in the morning. She now knew that I knew just where to find her, if and when I needed her; another little nail in the coffin of her free will! For the next twelve months or so I summoned her on average twice a month to spend anything from one evening to several evenings with me as my 'girlfriend'. It all depended on my free time and my sexual desires; I once arranged for us both to have a week off work together so that she could move in with me and be my 'wife' for the duration. Sometimes I invited one or more of the guys from work to join us; I found it knitted us together as a team. Kinda like a male bonding exercise with a difference, it had always worked in prison; when you have gang-banged a slut together it gave you a shared secret. As it was my own personal bitch that I was sharing with them it got me a kind of respect and loyalty off the chaps too. I made several more movies with my girl Katie; sometimes getting one of the guys to film me fucking her and sometimes I filmed them fucking her. I was astounded to find out just how big a market there was for this type of film. My contacts in the porn business were always asking for more; I made several grand out of the enterprise. We did quite a few live internet shows as well and each one of them was well subscribed to in advance. There seemed to be thousands of guys out there that liked to watch a pretty little tranny getting plenty of cock and being covered in cum. On occasions I even took it a stage further; she was no stranger to men's cocks now and she knew how to please one! Why not make a bit more money out of her? I pimped her out to discreet and discerning punters that could afford a couple of hours or so with her. It had started quite by accident really when one a middle-aged man that had been watching one of our online performances e-mailed me. He offered me three hundred pounds in cash to have her go round to his place and spend three or four hours with him. As he didn't live far away, I thought why not? I took her there myself, introduced myself to him, took the money and went back to pick her up four hours later. She must have put on a good show for him as he used her professional services again a couple of times over the next few months. It spread a little further too like all good businesses, by word of mouth with several other guys contacting me to request a 'paid for' meeting with her. I charged ninety pounds an hour for a minimum two hour 'date' with her; I would take her round either to their houses or to a hotel room and pick her up afterwards. It wasn't that I really needed the money, as I have said before the job I have at the store is only really half of the story. I got paid a lot more off real owners of the place to keep an eye on their laundered money so the official title and salary of security manager wasn't the whole picture! Also I was involved in several other criminal activities with contacts I had made in prison and in my underworld life that more than paid the bills. I just used the money I made off my whore as petty cash; it was more a case of trying to keep the buzz of her submission fresh than actually for the money. You see I had been fucking my little princess for over a year now and you know how it is guys? It doesn't matter how hot the piece of ass is you are shagging, eventually you start to get a little bored. I think it is just natural for a guy after a while to wanna push a girl as far as possible. Especially for me, because as you know I get off more on the domination, the bending and subverting some cunts will to my own requirements. Usually when I had done this sort of thing before it had been in the completely different environment of the prison system. Inside there, things have a different dynamic to out here in the real world; in there your relationships with your 'girls' only last a few months before one of you is transferred, released, etc. With Katie it was not like that, there was no natural ending to this; she was compelled to keep answering my summonses for as long as I kept sending them. The main problem was that she started to be appearing to get too used to it; at times she even looked like she was enjoying it. That was not what I wanted at all; I wanted the thrill of forcing her to do something she was unfamiliar with, something that scared her. Now she was giggling, playing with her long blond hair and even flirting with me when we were together! It was time for us both to move on; I had taken her as far as I could now. I had fucked her pretty little mouth and cute little pussy so many times; from every conceivable angle and position. I had shot my cum up her cunt, in her mouth, over her face, in her hair, on her tits, on her ass, her tummy and back; in short I had used her 'every which way but loose'! I had dressed her in every fantasy look I could think of, maid, whore, sex-slave, school-girl, secretary, etc. Filmed her and sold the movies of her performing all acts of feminine, sexual degradation with one, two, three and even four blokes at once. Taken her out dressed like a slut to fetish clubs and dogging areas; what else could I do with her now to keep it how I wanted? The answer was to get rid of her and find some new pussy. I had a joint and gave it some thought. The answer came to me like a bolt from the blue; I knew just what to do. I picked up my mobile phone a sent a text to her. MY PLACE TOMORROW NIGHT 7PM. I would inform her of my decision for her future then. KATIE'S PERSPECTIVE. It took me quite a long time to convey my new attitude over to my Master. I had realised that it was the buzz of dominance and control that motivated him more than anything else. That night in the car when I had pulled up my dress and inserted a lube capsule had shown me my way out of this! The way he had watched me as I slipped it inside me had shown me the path I must follow. The penny had dropped, I had sussed him out; he would only want me for as long as he was getting the thrill of coercing me and making me do something that I obviously didn't want to do. If I could persuade him that I was actually enjoying this perversion of his; then maybe he would get bored and let me go? In the meantime I had to endure many more trials and tribulations along the way. I am not sure which was worse, being gang-banged, being filmed or being whored out; they were all degrading in their own way. Trying to look like I was actually enjoying them was very difficult. One night he had me dress in the maids outfit again; making me wait-on for him and three of his mates while they played poker. During the evening I was made to suck them all off and go with each of them in turn, over to the sofa and give them a little more! I can assure you that even though I was no longer a virgin; that particular evening left me tender and sore for several days after. Other nights had been spent on all-fours doing my best to try and satisfy two or more guys whilst the camera rolled on; all the while earning him more and more money off my overworked little ass. The first time he actually pimped me out to a punter was difficult for me to except. In the past he had always been present when other men used me; this cold hard business transaction made me feel very cheap. Especially when I saw him count out then pocket the money; he had sold my ass to another man! At least when he was present I thought that he was doing it for his own sexual stimulation; when I was alone with some strange guy at his house or at a hotel I knew that Wilton was just using me like a fucking prostitute! That first night he had just told me straight out after I had got ready for him that he was taking me over to meet someone. He had quite nonchalantly explained that this guy was giving him three hundred quid for a few hours with me. That I was to be a good girl and do everything and anything the nice man asked of me. I realised why I was dressed as I was as he explained what this evenings' client wanted. I was to pretend that I was his private secretary and work in the office room of his house; which consisted of a desk, two chairs and a sofa. The tight, black, knee-length pencil skirt that I was wearing made it awkward to walk in. It was fitted high on my waist and I was wearing a black clincher as a belt. The heels didn't help either; they were a size too small to fit comfortably. I had been given a tight, white, silk blouse, black stockings and white bra, panties and a deep six-strap suspender-belt. The next few hours where spent either over his knee being called a naughty girl and spanked, on my knees sucking his cock begging him not to spank my poor little bottom again. Or spread over the desk or sofa with his prick buried deep inside my ass! Like anything else in life, once you have done something for the first time the second time gets easier. I was visiting Mr Wilton's house several times a month now; sometimes I was given clothes to wear for a 'romantic' evening alone with him. Sometimes I was given other racier outfits and taken out to visit 'clients'. I needed the time alone with him though to give my plan any chance of working. I had to be bubbly and girly when I was with him; I had to make him think that I was enjoying being his 'girl' now. This I did many times taking his cock in my mouth and ass like a real girl should; giggling, jiggling, moaning and bouncing like a good girl should do on the end of her mans' cock! I certainly didn't need telling by now just how he wanted me to act or what he wanted me to say; the game now, was to make him think I was loving it. Only by doing this could I hope to make him lose interest. As I suspected, after a while I detected in him a certain lack of interest; he was only a man after all! I had been fucked in each hole from each angle every fucking time by now; it would soon be over. I mean what more could he possibly get out of me now? I read his latest text 'MY PLACE TOMORROW NIGHT 7PM' At the time I didn't realise just how soon things were gonna change! I dutifully arrived at his house the following evening; fully shaved as usual. Quickly undressed in the utility room, went upstairs and showered before heading to my dressing room to prepare myself. I was quite adept at applying my make-up now and quickly put on the clothes that I was to wear. These were a little lime green lycra dress, white bra and panties, tan hold-ups and white hi-heels. With my blond hair and large hoop ear- rings I looked like a cheap suburban girl on a night out in the big city! I walked downstairs as if I was on some sort of automatic pilot; I was so used to this scenario that I just clicked into my almost natural submissive, girly mode. He didn't waste much time in getting me sufficiently drunk and drugged so that I was putty in his hands! Within thirty minutes or so he had me over the arm of the chair with my skirt hitched up, my panties down and my ass up in the air, begging for his cock inside me. It was only after he had emptied his balls inside me that he told me to, "Straighten yourself up bitch, sit up and listen to me. You've been a good little bitch for your man this last year or so and I have decided to reward you by giving you your freedom, but it is conditional on you helping me with my next project?" I pulled up my panties squirming as I felt his cum dampen them and turned to listen to him as he explained in detail just what he wanted me to do. He spoke slowly and made me repeat his instructions to make sure we both knew that I understood. Later that night when I was at home, showered, stoned and in bed I reflected on what he had told me to do in order to gain my freedom from him. It was so cruel and cynical a thing he demanded from me that I lay awake for hours wrestling with my conscious. Could I be so cruel, selfish and heartless to save my own ass? When I woke up the next day I knew what I must do; sexual, transvestite slavery for the foreseeable future or the chance to wipe out this last year and get on with life. I was still only young I reasoned I could still try and get back with my ex-girlfriend; I would do as he had asked and bury any guilt under the justification of self-preservation. JASON'S PERSPECTIVE. I had been lucky when I first left home to go to university in a large town about ninety miles away from my home. I had got the course I wanted, at the place I wanted and very soon found a room and even a part-time job in a local department store. It was easy to make friends at university and life really was a laugh. Of course when you are a student having a laugh is synonymous with having recreational drugs. When you are a first year student from another town mixing with other first year students from other towns; you soon realise that you are paying top dollar for your drugs! That's why having a part-time job and mixing with local people was useful, I got friendly with a couple of guys from work, even had a drunken one night stand with a fit bird from the sports department. Steve off menswear had befriended me within a couple of weeks of me starting there. He had come over and sat next to me in the canteen on lunchtime and we got chatting about football, girls, nights out and partying; of course the subject of drugs came up. It turned out that Steve could supply me with as much coke, ketamine, weed and E's as I wanted; and at a bargain price as well! Over the next few weeks I went out with Steve quite a few times; we got drunk and drugged out of our heads together. He forwarded me a lot of drugs to sell on to the other students; letting me have them on credit. One night when we were in a club off our heads he mentioned the subject of stealing from work and how everybody was at it! He asked me if there was anything in the store that I fancied? I know now in hindsight that I should just have laughed it off but I didn't; I thought it was just a drunken laugh so I said, "Yea Steve, there is that pair of Hugo Boss jeans, but I ain't paying ?120 for them. No-one with a brain pays that." He laughed. A couple of days later at work my supervisor told me to go down to the basement to assist Steve from menswear in tidying the main stockroom. We hadn't been in there long when he held up a pair of Hugo Boss jeans and said, "Here you go mate, try these on and if they fit, stick them up your shirt." With that he threw them towards me then turned around and walked away laughing. "All yours, look I ain't even looking!" Greed and the fact that I trusted Steve got the better of me and after trying on the jeans I rolled them up and stuck them up my shirt. I followed his instructions to go straight to the locker and hide them. I retrieved them on my lunch-break, took them home and returned for the afternoon shift. It was the perfect crime, or so I thought; two days later I received a DVD through the mail. I watched in horror as it showed me in the stockroom stealing the pair of jeans; what I did not notice was the fact that the film showed only me in the actual act of stealing; there was no sign of Steve! It must have been when he had walked away and was edited to show only my role in the events. Later that evening I received a text on my mobile from an unknown number, it read. I HAVE ANOTHER COPY OF THAT DVD, COME TO 26 BLACKFRIARS CLOSE, FRIDAY 8PM SHARP, BE THERE AND WE CAN DISCUSS THIS. FAIL TO APPEAR AND YOU CAN DISCUSS THIS WITH THE POLICE. I texted the number back asking. WHO ARE YOU?? WHAT DO YOU WANT?? But the only answer I received was. JUST BE THERE OR ELSE!! My first reaction was to phone Steve but his phone was turned off; he wasn't in work the next couple of days either. I wondered if he had received a DVD and strange text as well. By the Friday evening I was frantic with worry, where was he and what was going on? I knew that I would have to go round to that address and I would have liked to have known what Steve made of it all. I showered got dressed and headed over to my destiny. I found the place easy enough it wasn't that far from my home and rang the doorbell. It was answered by a large-built guy from work; I didn't know him to speak to but Steve had pointed him out in the canteen his name was Wilton. I seemed to remember being told that he was the security manager which would account for how he had got hold of the incriminating CCTV footage. He looked me up and down with a sneering grin upon his face and told me to come in. I followed him into the dimly lit living-room. "Sit down Jason." He motioned to a chair. "What would you like to drink?" I told him that just a beer would be fine; to which he answered, "You heard that Katie, go get our guest a beer" It was only then that I noticed a girl sat in the armchair in the darkened corner. Without a word she stood up and sashayed across the room in very exaggerated and sexy way. She was tall, blond and slim with long legs and pert tits jutting out; I couldn't make out her face properly in the poor light but she looked pretty fucking fit from where I was sitting! I assumed that Katie or whatever her name was must be Wilton's bird or maybe his wife; although the way he had spoken to her didn't sound like he had that much respect for her. It had always made me wonder why some girls will put up with that kinda thing; some girls even seem to like it. Maybe they don't have too much respect for themselves in the first place; silly tarts! She returned with my drink and as she approached me the first thing I noticed was her high heels and stocking-clad legs, the tight sexy black dress and the smell of her perfume. I was taking in the view when she spoke, "Your drink Jason" There was something familiar about her voice that made me jump; I looked up at her face as she bent towards me and my vision of the perfect sexy girl collapsed for I realised that Katie was in fact Steve! It was like biting into a juicy ripe peach and finding a worm; I didn't know where to look, what to think, how to react? My first instinct was to laugh but I stifled it as the full horror of my position sank in. This obviously wasn't a joke; so just what the fuck was going on? I looked at Steve/Katie but he/she refused to meet my eye; it was then that I realised that whatever the night had in store for me, it was not gonna be good! I was sat here with to very strange people that had a potential black-mailing tape of me. I quickly deduced from the way Wilton had spoke to Steve/Katie and the way he/she had obeyed and acted. Plus the way he/she had been ashamed to catch my eye made me think that whatever it was that was going in here indicated that it was Wilton that was pulling the strings. I sat back with the drink and took the joint he offered; this scene was so surreal it was gonna take any available form of intoxication to take in! Wilton sat down beside me and outlined my options to me; I was right to think that it was not gonna be good. As he talked I looked at Katie; I thought of her as Katie now only a girl would sell a mate out like this, a man never would! She sat with her head bowed and I realised that she really didn't have any choice in this. In fact she probably never had been my mate it was all just a set up from the beginning to lead me here. It made me question just what would I do in her place; it also made me realise that ultimately it would be me in her place, with all that entails! KATIE'S PERSPECTIVE. I could see it dawning on Jason that I had betrayed him; that I had deliberately befriended him only to set him up like this. I didn't know which way to look when he stared at me; I felt so fucking ashamed, guilty even dirty, I had knowingly entrapped another young man into the same shit situation that I had been forced to endure. I sensed his fear and confusion as I remembered how I had felt all that time ago when I first fell into Wilton's trap. I could also tell from his reactions and body language that he was gonna make the same mistake as I had done. Part of me wanted to shout out to him to tell Wilton to fuck off and run while you can. My selfish instinct for self preservation stopped me however; it was him or me now! Just like I had done he would think that he could get away with giving Wilton a blow-job and that would be it. Just like me he would find out that it was all being secretly filmed and he was in fact just digging himself in even deeper by cooperating. He would learn like I had done that there is no negotiating or reasoning with a man like Wilton; he was just a cold, hard, nasty bastard with a thing for young slim guys in panties and stockings! I sat there impassively numb to the proceedings as first Wilton got Jason to strip and put on the panties. Jason gave me a long last forlorn look as he slipped them on; I stared back trying to convey some empathy to him with my eyes and hoped he understood my position in all this. I think we all three of us present realised that Mr Wilton had a new bitch as Jason slid to his knees in front of his/her new Master. I was snapped back to my senses by the sound of the doorbell; my 'date' had arrived. As Wilton obviously had other plans for this evening and wouldn't be requiring the use of my body; he had pimped it out to someone else. I was booked on an all-nighter; escorting a married guy in his fifties around the bars and clubs of the gay area in the nearby city. His wife was away and he wanted to indulge his urge to be with and to fuck pretty little trannys. He was after the secret girlfriend/mistress scenario; meal, couple of bars, maybe a club then back to the hotel he had pre-booked near the gay 'village'. The plan was that he would drive me back and drop me off at Wilton's about lunchtime the next day. I don't think either Wilton or Jason noticed me leave as Jason's head was buried in Wilton's crotch. I opened the front door to a reasonably attractive tall middle aged guy; he was dressed smartly and had obviously showered as he gave off an aroma of soap and aftershave. "Good evening Katie," he said as he handed me an envelope. "Good evening Mr Jones," I replied; the envelope felt thick I wondered just how much this Mr Jones and Wilton valued my ass at? I slipped it into Wilton's jacket pocket hung up in the hall, grabbed my coat and left with my 'client'. I would never know how much was in there as that was Mr Jones and my Master's business not mine; my business was to please the client. And do it I would because this may just be the last time I will ever have to do this! If Wilton had a new bitch he may just let me go; he had inferred as much to me to get me to help entrap his new victim; I just hoped he kept to his word! Mr Jones seemed nice enough; all I had to do was be a good girl for him for one more night; at least that's what I hoped! The evening went pretty good, we parked up in the hotel car-park went for a meal in a near-by Italian place and on to some of the local bars. I had to admit that in this particular part of the city I didn't feel overly conspicuous dressed as I was. It was a very mixed crowd in the village; male and female, gay and straight; and I certainly wasn't the only tranny in the village! There were dozens varying from the most convincing pretty young things right up to the old 'ladies'. Transvestites, transsexuals, drag-queens and fetishists; all there to display their alternative personas. After the meal we hit a few bars; Mr Jones or Micheal as he insisted I call him was as it turned out somewhat of a gentleman, thank god! At his suggestion we skipped the club and went straight back to his hotel room; where he had some champagne and some coke. He had been very polite and considerate with me on our 'date' quite charming and seductive; I was ready to perform my primary role for the night, that as one of a professional whore. He wasted no time in taking off my dress and guiding my head down onto his penis. I knelt before him as he sat on the edge of the bed and applied all my considerable knowledge of 'how to give a man a blow-job' experience. It wasn't long before he started to groan and ejaculated into my mouth to which I made an exaggerated show of swallowing it. Men always like to see their bitches swallow; it makes them feel in control. He pulled me up onto the bed and massaged my bottom as I lay on my tummy. I could feel his cock stiffen against my thigh and knew that I would soon have to allow him to insert his hard penis inside my ass-hole. His finger slipped inside my panties and entered me; I allowed him to pull me up onto all fours as he crouched in position behind me. My panties were slowly pulled down leaving me open and vulnerable. I heard him spit and felt his saliva land on my 'pussy'; he rubbed it in and applied some lube. I knew what was coming next so I took a hit of poppers; that and the dab of ketamine I had rubbed inside me earlier should blot out the reality of just what I was doing. His hands ran up my stocking clad thighs and over my smooth bum, I flinched and groaned as he took me like a bitch. That's how he first took me; my head down in the pillow and my ass up in the air; pussy splayed and inviting. Although he took me several more times that night, me on my back legs around his neck; me on top and the reverse cow-girl too. Hey I had learnt just how to be a good little whore by now. I knew how to please a man with my mouth, my hands, me ass, with whatever he wanted! I made him cum several times that night and we both collapsed into a deep sleep. The next morning he fucked me again before allowing me to take a shower and slip on a pair of girls-cut jeans and a pink top. Then he drove me back to Wilton's; as I got out of his car he handed me two fifty pound notes and said, "Here you go sweetheart, something for yourself." "You were a fantastic fuck," he added as he wound up the window and drove off. Well whoopee I thought to myself at least I have got something for myself after I had allowed him to use my body all night long. Maybe I was getting cynical after everything I had been put through since I had stupidly stolen that fucking shirt. I just hoped that it had worked out for Wilton and he had found a new girlfriend and I would be free. As much as I emphasised and felt sorry for Jason; it was him or me. If Wilton was happy with Jasmine as he already called her; then I would be free to resign from the store and move on with my life; or so I hoped. I went upstairs to his bedroom; he was in bed alone, he awoke as I entered the room and said, "You will be pleased to know that Jasmine worked out fine honey. Now get your bitch ass in bed, I am tired and I am sure you must be too". MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE. Mmmmm sweet little Jasmine, as I soon christened her; what a perfect little girl she quickly learned to be. No sooner had my other whore left on her 'appointment' I pulled Jasmine up and showed her the playback from my hidden camera. I could tell already that I had got her; I could see the look of fear and resignation in her eyes. She was looking a bit too used to it these days; too resigned, too submissive at times almost as if the cunt was actually enjoying it. That is why I got Katie to help me trap a bit of fresh meat; offering her a hope of freedom in return. Still, I thought to myself, Katie has been a good girl I will decide her fate tomorrow; tonight I break in Jasmine. I had her in the bathroom, showered, shaved all over and learning to apply her make up in no time; this evening was only ever gonna end one way and it did! She had tried to argue, tried to beg even tried to attack me at one stage but was quickly subdued with a slap. As she recoiled in fear I knew I had her beaten; she was mine now. She quickly put on the same type of colour and style panties, bra, suspender-belt and stockings; with the heels, mini and blouse that Katie had worn that first night. It was my favourite 'virgin to be deflowered' look. All pink and white girly, sexy clothes; the little 'girl next door' look. Only she wasn't gonna be a virgin by the time she left here tonight. I went through my tried and tested brain-washing with threats of violence and black-mail technique until I had her were I wanted her. Which was on the sofa, on her back, legs up in the air, skirt hitched up with her panties around her ankles. My big cock pressing into her unwilling yet submissive little pussy as she sobbed and repeated my phrases like "How she was a lucky little girl to have a man take her virginity" "How it hurt but she was willing to endure it all for her Master" I shot my load in her and pulled out so as the rest of my cum would drop down her face; I wanted her to feel like the completely wanton slut that she looked like to me right now! I had her several more times that night, in the living room, the landing and the bedroom. By six o clock in the morning I was completely fucked out; I had got myself a new 'girlfriend', now what to do with Katie? I told Jasmine to get dressed and fuck off home; I just wanted to sleep before my other bitch got home. JASON/ JASMINE'S PERSPECTIVE. It must have been about six in the morning when Wilton finally told me to get dressed and fuck off. I scurried out of his bedroom, ripping off the remaining feminine garments, sobbing with relieve. I found my own clothes, got dressed and left. I walked the short distance home in the cold dark morning; bits of make-up still on my face, stinking of perfume and cum dribbling out of my bottom. I was numb with the shock of it all, how I had been trapped and turned out as a mans bitch complete with all the girly clothes, etc. I hoped that this would be the end of it; but no doubt poor Steve had thought that too. I had done everything that Wilton had demanded of me; I decided that I wouldn't bother going back to work after my days off. I really didn't wanna see either Wilton or Steve/Katie ever again; I just wanted to put it behind me and get on with my life. I showered before I went to bed, I felt dirty and used; fortunately my parents and sister were still asleep and I was able to get to bed without seeing them. After an evening like I had just experienced I was in no mood for conversation with anyone! Two days later I received a package through the mail; I opened it and saw a plain, unmarked DVD disc. I knew what it was straight away and even though I was reluctant to view it curiosity got the better of me. I sat in my bedroom dumbstruck, it was worse than I thought; it should me dressed as a girl in various sexual positions. Although it was easy to make out from the movie it was me; it was impossible from the angles to make out Wilton's face. This didn't look good, why had he recorded what had happened and why had he sent me a copy to prove that he had recorded it? I didn't have to wait for too long as the following day I received another letter through the post it read. MY DEAR, PRETTY, LITTLE JASMINE. FROM NOW ON YOU ARE GONNA BE MY NEW GIRLFRIEND. YOU WILL COME TO MY HOUSE AGAIN NEXT WEEKEND AT 8PM AND MAKE SURE YOUR BODY IS SHAVED SMOOTH ALL OVER! YOU WILL CONTINUE TO REMAIN EMPLOYED AT THE DEPARTMENT STORE FOR AS LONG AS I TELL YOU TO BE. YOU WILL BE OBEDIENT AND RESPECTFUL TO YOUR NEW BOYFRIEND AT ALL TIMES! ACT FEMININE AND SUBMISSIVE AND SPEAK ONLY WHEN YOU ARE SPOKEN TO I AM SURE THAT YOU REALISE THAT IF YOU DO NOT COOPERATE I WILL SEND A COPY OF THE TAPE OF YOU STEALING TO THE POLICE AND COPIES OF THE HOMEMADE PORNO TO ALL YOUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS. BE SMART AND DO AS I SAY, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT DOING ANYTHING SILLY, I HAVE LOTS OF CONNECTIONS THAT WOULD MAKE LIFE VERY DIFFICULT FOR YOU; I AM SURE YOU UNDERSTAND! LOTS OF LOVE AND KISSES YOUR MASTER XXX On reading the letter my knees went weak; I sat down and read it again. My heart was beating faster and a cold clammy sweat enveloped my body; my stomach was twisting into knots and I almost threw up. What did he mean by referring to me as his 'new girlfriend'; how long would he want me to be his 'girlfriend for? I wasn't that na?ve that I didn't realise at least some of what this would entail; my bottom still felt a little sore from my last encounter with him. But what else would he want me to do and for how long? I knew that whatever it was I would have to play along with it for he had me trapped. I sat there sobbing as I contemplated my next visit to my 'boyfriends' house; Friday would soon come! If only I had known then just what would happen to me over the next year or so I would have torn up the letter, quit my job and taken my chances; but I was silly enough to think that it would only be a one off thing. I should have realised that at some time in the past Steve must have thought that as well! KATIE'S PERSPECTIVE. When I awoke the following morning I was still a little hung-over and the bed was empty; I could hear him downstairs. I got up, removed the last of my make-up and nail-varnish and went for a shower. I dried myself and went into my 'dressing-room' to prepare for the day. All the drawers and wardrobe doors were open and I was shocked to see that they were empty apart from my male clothes that I had arrived in the day before. Relieved and with a growing sense of excitement I put them on. This was most unusual; he usually wanted me dressed and girly the following day! He was in the kitchen when I got downstairs and he smiled as he said, "You've been a very good girl this last year or more. In fact you have been a perfect little girlfriend for me." "Thank-you," I replied. "I have always tried my best for you sir." "I know," he continued. "And now you are free to go" The words hit me like a tidal wave of relief and joy; it was over at last! He handed me an envelope saying, "Take this honey you have been worth every fucking penny." I must have looked confused as he added, "Five hundred quid; go and treat yourself." "Th-th-thank you sir," I stuttered; not sure what to do next. "Now fuck off home you have paid off your debt to me you are free to live your life again. But I will keep the DVD evidence just in case you ever get any silly ideas in the future," he added with a sneer. "I-I won't sir," I mumbled. "I promise." "You certainly won't bitch, I am sure of that. You actually look quite willing in some of these films. Willing enough to make it all look consensual enough to any impartial observer. Plus the one of you stealing that shirt!" Yes he was still keeping something back but the main thing was he was letting me go; no more weekends dressed in mini-skirts, heels, stockings and panties being fucked all over by various guys. It was finally over; I rushed from his house and caught the bus home. As I relaxed at home in a hot luxurious foam bath with a joint and a bottle of champagne I had bought on the way home to celebrate; I thought about everything that had happened. Yes I was free now but the guilt of what I had helped do to Jason would haunt me for a long time. I had prostituted myself in more ways than just the obvious ones; I had been forced out of necessity to completely betray and fuck over another young lad just like me. His fate would be on my conscious; I only hoped he would be able to take it and survive it as I had done. Unfortunately in this situation it was him or me and one thing I had learned during my time with Wilton was that only the strongest and most ruthless prosper. The rest were just bitches to be fucked over one way or another; and in this case literally! There was no way that I was gonna go back to work now; I just couldn?t face Jason, Wilton, Danny or several other guys from the security department ever again. I would go on the sick for a week and tell work that that was my weeks notice. It would probably be a good idea to move out of town for a while as well. I decided that I would phone an old friend of mine to see if I could go and stay at his place down south for a few months. Maybe even try and get a new job and life down there; my future looked a lot brighter than it had a few weeks ago; sorry Jason!! WELL THAT IS THE END OF MY STORY; I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT. PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK AND LET ME KNOW WHETHER YOU PREFERRED THIS ENDING OR THE OTHER ENDING? IT MAY INFLUENCE MY LINE OF APPROACH FOR MY NEXT STORY. LOVE SAMANTHA XXXXXXXXXXX