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Abduction... that never happens.
People go missing all the time. Jerry had seen it so often on the news
that stories of disappearances or abductions didn't even register. He
always thought that happened in bigger cities to people with skeletons
in their closets. Jerry was twenty, mild mannered and didn't have an
enemy in the world. That kind of shit didn't happen to him.
So regaining consciousness in a small padded cell didn't make much sense
to him. His movement was severely limited. His arms were bound at the
elbows and wrists behind his back. A tight band held his legs together
just above his knees. His neck seemed immobile as well. Some sort of
collar was preventing him from looking anywhere but straight ahead.
All of that was secondary to the two large tubes protruding from his
mouth. Breathing was difficult. He could tell he was breathing through
one of the tubes. Even with that, he couldn't take in more than shallow
breaths. Something was compacting his abdomen and chest.
He rolled over into a sitting position and tried to get his bearings.
None of this made any sense. The last thing he remembered was walking
home from the local community college after class. He vaguely
remembered feeling like he was hit by lightning and then pissing himself
into unconsciousness. A taser. Someone had tased him and locked him in
this tiny room, but why?
He had no real sense of time, but at least an hour passed. Then two
hours. Then three. He felt the urge to piss and there was no sign of
anyone coming to help him. He was too weak to stand and the cell was
too small for that anyways, so he rolled over on his side and let his
bladder go. To his surprise, someone had pulled his cock between his
legs and he started to piss down the back of his thighs. He was mostly
naked and the liquid followed a slightly sloped floor to what must have
been a drain.
What followed was startling and even more disturbing. The cage showered
him down. There was no dodging the cool water. The first wave was pure
water. That was followed with what must have been some form of soap.
Finally he was rinsed off again and it stopped. He lay there and drip
dried.
This was insane. Someone would have to explain what was going on.
Whomever had grabbed him off the street had obviously grabbed the wrong
guy. He'd make sure they knew that when they finally revealed
themselves.
They didn't reveal themselves though. He wasn't sure how long he sat
the way he was, but eventually he guessed the nature of the second tube.
It was providing him with the nourishment he needed to stay alive. He
eventually drifted off into a troubled sleep. Then he awoke for more of
the same. He slept and spent his waking hours in darkness. Soon he
lost track of time. The only event in his life was being automatically
showered down after he soiled himself.
Why would anyone do this to him? He was starting to lose it. It had to
have been weeks or months. He couldn't tell. He had even lost track of
the actual times he slept. He felt weak and wished for sleep when he
was awake. Sleep was the only thing keeping him from being bored in the
darkness.
Then the music started. It was melodic and instrumental soothing crap
that droned on and on and on. It was almost worse than the silence.
There was a chain of songs that would repeat again and again. Soon he
had the music memorized and was thinking the next verse before it even
happened. He even dreamed about the fucking songs. He ran free in his
dreams, but he could never elude the music. No matter what he did the
music followed him. His days became melodic torment. Elevator hell.
He though he started hearing voices in the music. He struggled to make
out what they said, but it was always elusive. He had to be imagining
it. What he thought he could make out was bits and pieces of a woman
promising to help him get out of the cage. But he knew he was wrong
because she was also asking for his help and he couldn't help anyone.
Still he held out hope that he hadn't gone insane and he struggled to
listen.
After a few days, he knew there was a voice. He had certain phrases
that repeated themselves over and over in his mind. There was a woman
outside that was going to help him get out. He just had to be patient,
because she couldn't get him out until conditions were right. He just
had to focus on her voice and be ready to be released. He'd have to be
able to help her by following her directions or it'd all go wrong and
they'd both end up like this forever.
So Jerry listened and listened well to the woman who would tell him how
to be free of this hell. He strained to hear all the things she told
him and repeated them over and over in his mind.
Weeks later something else changed. Her angelic voice told him he'd
been in darkness too long for his eyes to function properly. She had to
be right. He had been here so long. He would need to get used to the
light again. She talked about how he'd have to trust that she could get
him used to it slowly overtime by exposing him to a small computer
monitor the captors had rigged to his cell.
The following day, light slowly came back into his life. His eyes hurt
even though the monitor only showed soothing dark gray swirling
patterns. He forced himself to stare at the monitor and to focus on her
beautiful voice. Eventually the pain subsided. Slowly over the next
day or two the patterns grew brighter and faster. The same swirling
pattern often going for hours. He rarely even blinked. He wasn't going
to let her down by not being ready when she finally got him out.
She told him she was excited. She had come up with a plan to get him
out. As the music droned on, she laid it out for him. He listened to
it repeat hundreds of times and it made perfect sense. Her captors knew
they had a young man locked up. He'd be spotted before he could get
away. He had to wear a disguise. His angel would bring him some of her
clothes to wear and he could get out into the open world as a woman.
His captors wouldn't be looking for a young girl. Finally after all of
this time, he'd be free. He drifted off to sleep as dreams of dresses
and high heels swept through his mind.
Soon she said that he had some studying to do. Since he didn't know the
first thing about being a woman, he was sure to get caught. He'd have
to learn to be a convincing girl, or she couldn't help him at all.
Desperate to leave the confines of the small padded box, Jerry listened
carefully as parts of the plan unfolded. Sometimes he would stare at
the screen while she repeated instructions over and over so he wouldn't
forget. Other times he would watch videos she would sneak in for him to
watch. He learned how he was supposed to walk, sit and curtsey. This
would be very helpful when he was in direct sight of his captors. He
watched hours of makeup and hair styling instruction videos. He learned
how to paint nails, pierce ears and put on lingerie and clothing
correctly. She had given him the power to convince everyone he was a
girl. His angel was a genius.
The plan had been several months in the making. Jerry wouldn't let her
down. He knew it and he prayed she knew it as well. He had no real
idea how much time he had spent in the box, but it seemed an eternity.
His educational video on different styles of panties had just ended and
he started to drift off. He didn't even notice that a colored gas
started to move through the breathing tube. Soon he was in a deep
catatonic sleep.
When Jerry woke, he knew right away that something was different. He
wasn't bound and tubed anymore. He still had the collar on and his
torso was still tightly constricted in some device, but his arms and
legs were free. With the light from the monitor he looked himself over
the best he could. He had lost a ton of weight. He had been fairly
tall and slight to start with, but now he knew he couldn't weigh more
than 110 or 120lbs. His arms and legs were so thin and feminine. The
muscles he'd been so proud of had faded away.
Running his now delicate hands over his abdomen, he realized that the
device was something like a corset. His waist was incredibly small now.
He chuckled and thought himself lucky as it would help him to pass as a
woman in front of his captors.
His skin was smooth. No stubble of a beard on his face. He was
thankful for that. He wouldn't need to shave before putting on his
makeup. There was still hair on his head and it had grown long during
his ordeal. He decided that was good. It would make it much easier to
style girlie than short hair would allow.
He didn't feel any hair on his arms or legs. Even the pubes, that he
had been so proud of, were gone. His cock was still pulled back between
his legs. He tried to pull it forward, but it was firmly stuck there.
He couldn't examine it that well with the corset and collar on, but it
appeared to be glued backwards. His balls appeared to be tucked up
inside him and his sack was sandwiched between his cock and his hips. A
smile crossed his face as he realized how much this would help his
disguise. There would be no bulge in his panties. He was super lucky.
All this time those mean old captors had been only feeding him from a
tube, keeping him cinched so he couldn't move and not giving him a
haircut had all played right into the plan. He would have no problem
passing as a real girl.
"Good morning sleephead," his angels voice cooed from somewhere. "You
must have been really tired. I couldn't wake you even when I snuck the
tubes out. Today is the day we get you out of that awful box." Jerry
clapped his hands. This was the happiest day of his life.
A small sliding door opened and a box was pushed through. Jerry opened
it as his angel chimed in. "Put the lingerie on and do your makeup with
what's in the box." Another sliding panel opened to reveal a mirror
flanked by lights.
Jerry was careful as he slid into the pink stockings. He knew no real
girl would be careless and cause a tear in them. Next he put the
matching garter belt on and attached the stockings. The pink silky
thong soon was wedged between his cheeks and holding the garter straps
tight against his body. Just like any self respecting naughty slut
would do. Running his hand over the front of his panties he realized
that if he didn't know any better, he'd swear there was no cock hidden
by them at all. He was going to pull this off.
He pulled a bra out next and started to put it on. He realized that
while the corset covered his entire abdomen and torso, there were two
sizable holes where his breasts would be if he was a girl. After months
and months of wearing the restricting device, it looked as if his pecks
had softened from lack of use and grown booblike in shape. While not
big, they did manage to fill out a little of the bra. Score another one
for the plan Jerry though. Who would have thought that leaving those
holes in the corset would have played right into helping me convince
everyone I'm a girl.
Next was a pair of high heels and tall ones at that. He had thought
they'd have a lower heel, but he knew no man would think he wasn't a
girl in these. Jerry hoped that after being off his feet for so long he
could sway his hips sexily while he walked. Otherwise he'd be caught
for sure. He was going to do his best to glide like a runway model in
his high heels of freedom. The finishing touch on his newly found
freedom heels were two little locks. One for each of the straps that
held them in place just over the ankles.
Even though it was the first time he'd ever put on makeup, Jerry did it
like pro. He had just the right amount of classy vs. the come fuck me
look in no time at all. He puckers his lips and whispers to himself,
"Oh yeah. I'd fuck the hell out of that mouth."
He was disappointed that there wasn't a pair of scissors to cut his
hair, but there was a brush and ribbon. Soon he had his hair brushed
out and tied a bow to gather it into a ponytail.
The box was empty. He was ready. Soon one entire side of the cage
started to open and his angel poked her head in smiling. She was indeed
an angel. His savior and goddess. She stood his height in matching
heels and was curvy in all the ways a woman should be. A tight black
satin cocktail dress clung to her suggestively. Long blonde hair framed
her face. And her smile melted away the months of torment in his mind.
She had helped him do all of this work so he could free himself from
this evil box and trick his captors into thinking he wasn't a he at all.
He'd do anything for her. He owed her everything. He was so happy he
started to cry.
"Shh... It's alright pretty girl. Don't you go and mess up your
beautiful makeup. You did such a good job. Be strong for Mistress
Angel," she said.
Mistress Angel? What a perfect name Jerry thought. Of course that's
her name. She's been his guardian angel all this time and now she is
going to take him under her wing now that he'd escaped the box. He
finally found some happiness in his nightmare.
"That's better. Look at your pretty smile. You are so cute. You're
following the plan perfectly," Mistress said. "Here put this on, but be
careful, it's your disguise dress."
Jerry took the dress stepped into it. It was the most feminine dress he
had ever seen. It had built in lacey petticoats, puffy shoulders, and
satin everywhere. The waist was fitted tight around the corset and
Mistress zipped up the back of the dress for him. She then tied a large
satin bow at the back and he heard lock click at the back of the neck.
Jerry was so happy. There was no way the captors would think he was a
man in this pink and white satin dream. He looked like an extremely
naughty princess. He couldn't think of one more thing that could make
him more girly, but that's why he had Mistress Angel. She knew what
would get him caught. He knew she would help him and so she did.
"What is your name pretty girl?" she asked.
"Jerry Tompson," he replied.
She frowned, "Oh that will never do. If you tell anyone your name is
Jerry, we'll be caught for sure. I think you should go by Jenny.
That's close and so much prettier. Don't you think?"
Jerry had to make her happy. It was the most important thing in the
world. "Jenny is a perfect name Mistress. Should I still be a
Tompson?"
"No. They might have looked at your ID when they brought you here.
Let's see. .. how about Heartshine? Yes Heartshine is feminine and
warm," she said. "Now I want you to listen. I've been helping you to
make this escape easier by teaching you to accept my decisions. You
want me to keep helping you don't you?"
"More than anything," he replied.
"Then you must admit that I know what's best for you and will make the
best decisions for you. You must follow these decisions without
question, hesitation or second thought. Can you do that for Mistress
Angel?"
Months of psychic bombardment, hypnotic training, drugs, female hormones
and isolation had worked over Jerry's mind beyond repair. Mistress
Angel had him right where she wanted him.
Jerry said without reservations, "Yes Mistress. You know what's best
and I'll do anything you ask."
She smiled her beautiful smile. "Then to truly fool the captors, you
need to forget the name Jerry Tompson. Jerry Tompson is someone else
that you never met. You need to be Jenny Heartshine. You have always
been Jenny and will always be Jenny. It is the only way to fool those
that mean you harm."
Jenny knew Mistress was right. She had always been Jenny and it would
be easy for Jenny to fool anybody, because Jenny Heartshine was a girl.
Angel led Jenny out of the cell room. Jenny was too distracted with
adjusting to movement in her newly reshaped body and towering heels to
notice that there were dozens of cells within the room. Angel kept a
certain level of paranoia in her chit chat as she ushered Jenny along a
long hallway.
Soon they came across a door and Angel led Jenny in. Jenny looked
around wondering why they entered a bedroom as opposed to leaving this
place altogether.
Angel says, "Jenny you'll need to stay hidden for a while longer. We
can't escape yet because the compound is so well guarded. I was tricked
into working here and can't even leave myself. I did convince some
people that we hired you as a maid who works for me and you should be
fine as long as you play the part. When the opportunity comes for us to
escape, I need you to be ready. Do you understand?"
Jenny nodded, "I understand. I will play the part. It is way better
than being in the box."
"That's my pretty girl," Angel replied. "Now as a maid in this
compound, you have many responsibilities. Mainly cleaning, but also
entertaining. You're a pretty girl, so obviously you sucked a lot of
cock before you came here?"
"No Mistress," Jenny replied a little distraught. "I'm not gay."
"You're a girl. You've always been a girl. You must bury any male
thoughts you have underneath the truth that you are a girl. And all
girls suck cock. Don't they?" Mistress asked.
Jenny squashed the argument that she was a man and answered her
Mistress. "Yes Mistress. Girls suck cock. I haven't sucked any yet
though."
"Really? A pretty little slut like you and you haven't gobbled down any
dick? Well I can't let you walk around here not knowing how to please a
man. We'll have to give you some lessons. You're in luck. Mistress is
going to turn you into one grade "A" cocksucker. You'll work hard to
make Mistress happy won't you? She knows what you need so you can get
away from this bad place," Angel cooed.
"Oh yes Mistress. Thank you so much for helping me," Jenny said.
"On your knees then you little slut. Practice puckering your lips into
a sexy "O" so the cock will want to fuck them," Angel instructed while
she opened a drawer and took out a rather large strapon. She enjoyed
watching the feminized boy doing his best to attract her throat rape.
She never grew tired of breaking in virgin sissies. This one had turned
out well. No surgeries yet and he had already developed a beautiful
feminine body. The hormones had plumped his butt and breasts up a
little while the figure training had reduced the size of his ribcage and
waist. Months of neglect had worn away his muscle mass. For all
practical purposes, he was no longer male.
He had been let out and walked while in a trance state. That form of
hypnosis was easy. Minor exorcise had allowed him to move fairly well
after a year of constant confinement. The electrolysis and skin
treatments had done wonders as well. He had a figure that would make a
supermodel jealous.
It had all led up to this. He was about to get fucked and he was going
to beg for it. A straight male with no desire to be a woman was going
to beg to take cock after cock for as long as he lived. Cock after cock
starting with hers.
As she fastened on her shaft, she told him to focus on it. "This cock
is your lover. It is the reason you got free of the box. It is your
road to ultimate freedom. You need to thank the cock. You need to let
the cock know you're happy it helped you."
She started to sexily stride across the room. The strapon swung back
and forth with her hips. She smiled as Jenny's eyes swung in time with
the bulbous head. She purred as she got close. "Look it likes you.
Kiss it and tell it how much you want to suck it."
Jenny did. She leaned forward and kissed the tip. She was confused,
but knew that her Mistress was showing her how to earn her freedom. She
thought she at least understood how to stay out of the box. All she had
to do was make the cock happy. That shouldn't be so hard. She just had
to beg it to fuck her mouth. So she begged. "Please fuck my mouth. I
put on lipstick and got all dressed up, so you'd want to fuck me. I'll
do a good job. Please please please fuck my mouth."
Angel did. She grabbed the ponytail and guided the strapon into Jenny's
mouth. She let the boy struggle with the awkwardness of it for a few
seconds and told him to look her in the eyes. As soon as Jenny made eye
contact, she rammed the cock forward and down his throat. All 12 inches
of shaft was buried and his eyes were bugging out. She held him in
place for a long while and he started to panic as he realized he
couldn't breathe. His dainty little arms started to flail and his eyes
managed to get even wider.
Angel smiled and jerked his head back freeing the cock from his throat.
He sucked in a breath before she thrust in again. Soon she sped up this
pattern and skull fucked him with long fast strokes. Each time the
rubber balls at the base of the dildo bumped his chin. Having tubes in
his throat for a year had conditioned him so there was no pain or gag
reflex. They had even increased the width of the hose so that he could
take a thick shaft with ease. Jenny was a deep throat champion as Angel
pummeled any last hint of resistance from him.
After half an hour, Angel had enough. She pulled out and told Jenny to
kiss and thank the cock for fucking her mouth. Jenny did as she was
told.
"Good girl," Angel said. "You might survive long enough to escape yet.
You'll need to show a little more whorish enthusiasm though"
Jenny cringed a little. She hadn't done enough to escape criticism.
Somehow Mistress Angel's praise and approval was more important than the
repulsive act. Somehow, she knew she'd do anything in her power to make
Mistress happy. Jenny would do anything and she proved it as Mistress
gave her another command.
"Lay on your back and pull your panties to the side," Angel said.
"Sucking is only half the holes that get filled for those in maid
service here. I need to make sure you can fuck like a proper whore
too."
As Jenny laid back to comply, Angel instructed her to grab her ankles
and pull her legs back so she could get fucked like all slutty girls do.
As Jenny pulled her legs back in compliance, she was amazed how flexible
she was. She didn't know that part of her hypnotic exercise routine was
being stretched and bent into shapes that would make double jointed
gymnasts blush. Even with the restrictive corset on, she could place
her heels behind her head if asked.
She had little time to ponder as Mistress unceremoniously buried her
index finger up her ass. It startled Jenny and she let out a little
gasp. Mistress smiled and wiggled her finger to loosen the girl up.
After a few seconds the finger was withdrawn only to be quickly replaced
with the tip of the large strapon.
Mistress thrust in hungrily. She locked eyes with Jenny and soaked in
her dominance over the confused effeminate boy. She knew that the
programming he had received didn't allow him to ponder too deeply, but
she also knew that he was fighting for mental control and clarity with
each passing moment.
Without breaking eye contact, she threw her hips into pound fucking the
mental control right out of him. She would break the damaged mind by.
He was going to be lost in the role of Jenny very soon. She saw it
begin to happen. She could see it in Jerry's eyes. The comprehension
left them and left only the slut Jenny behind. Soon the only look on
Jenny's face was passion.
To celebrate the success, Mistress asked Jenny if she'd like to be
fucked like a dog.
"Oh yes please Mistress Angel," Jenny replied.
Mistress took her like a bitch in heat right there. As she worked
Jenny over, she realized that she had been at it for over an hour. She
smiled as she started pounding her in hard hip smashing pumps. No need
to hit the gym for cardio tonight she thought. No need at all.
As she tired, she knew all traces of resistance were gone from Jerry.
He was for all practical purposes a broken submissive. He might still
have some dreams of freedom, but he'd play any part without question
now.
As if to prove her own point to herself, she withdrew the cock from
Jenny's ass and placed it's tip on the submissive's lips. Jenny looked
up and Mistress gave a little head nod as if to tell her to proceed.
Jenny's head was a garbled mess as she sucked her ass off her Mistress
Angel's cock. She only knew she was thankful that Mistress was going to
help her get back to freedom.
To be continued....
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