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Self-consciously, I slipped off my shoes and stepped into the pen while
Jennifer went for a towel. Janet was nowhere to be seen, and I tried
vaguely to remember which of them had been carrying my clothes.
The cage-like enclosure had no shower as such, just a water faucet
mounted on a pole about waist-high. To "shower" under this, I had to
grab it, crouch down and undulate my body under the stream as I ran the
tap full force!
The cold, cold water brought me partly back to my' senses, and I
splashed it over my ivory-pink gooseflesh, glad I had worn waterproof
makeup. Finally, I regained my composure enough to function normally
again, took a deep breath and shut off the tap, shaking water from me
like a....
Hey, that's right, I reminded myself, I'm here to find Rex Bentley! And
all this frustrating foreplay is getting me nowhere! Time to get back
into action, I decided, and headed for the chain-link gate.
There was a padlock on it.
I rattled it, not quite sure I could believe my senses. But it was true,
the steel-pipe and chain-link enclosure was locked!
A sick, dizzy feeling hit my bare tummy as I looked up the eight-foot
fence-walls and saw the strong venetian-blind sunscreen roof atop them!
I looked down at the concrete slab floor and saw the base of the walls
anchored into it so securely. Looked around for another opening but saw
only strong, forbidding chain-link!
And, on the other side, Janet and Jennifer smiling broadly at me!
An awful, tingling blush ran up and down my, nude, feminized form as I
saw their leering eyes devouring me. Already, I suspected it was
hopeless, but I had to try:
"Girls!" I rattled the door, "Let me out! I'm locked in!"
"You sure are'" Janet swept her dark hair back with a toss of her head,
"And don't you look sweet enough to keep!"
"A real Caged Cutie," Jennifer agreed. "We ought to put a sign on your
pen: Wild Lady-Licker!"
"How about 'Feed the Bare?" Janet quipped.
"0ooo!"I blushed even redder at their taunts and rattled the cage again,
wishing I had something to hide my awful nakedness! "Please let me out!
Pleeese!"
"Let's get some Truth out of you first, Sweetie," Janet said, "what are
you doing here? Who sent You?"
"I told you'" I protested. "I want to board my dog! I saw your ad in a
magazine and..."
"That ad only had our Phone Number," Jennifer interrupted. "How'd you
find out where we live?"
"I-uh- found out from the Phone Company." That much was true, anyway.
"Sounds simple enough," Janet admitted. "But if you wanted our address,
why didn't you Just call us?"
"Urn- I-I wanted to-to see what the place looked like when-er-when you
weren't expecting..."
"Bull," Jennifer snorted, "you could've done that easily enough any
time.No, you had some reason for trying to come up here without us
expecting anyone. And that story you made up when we found you sounded
cut from cardboard!"
"And," Janet put in, "you never would've let us seduce you so easily
unless you wanted to put us off-guard for something: What? What are you
doing here?"
"I told you'" I whined, hugglng myself to stop my frightened shivering.
"I'm trying to board my dog...."
It went like that for the better part of an hour, with them asking me
questions and me sticking to my story. Finally Janet said, "Well, I can
see we're not going to get anyplace.... for a while anyway. Let's go
inside and have Lunch."
"Good idea," Red-headed Jennifer smiled knowingly. "And I'll just give
our little guest something to think about while we're gone!"
She pulled a chain outside the cage, and the metal slats on the roof of
my cage swung open, letting the sunlight in. I could tell at once that
the gaps between the slats were too narrow for me to wiggle through,
even if I could get up there, and I wondered what she'd done it for, as
the two of them walked away.
An hour later I knew.
The sunlight, streaming in through the open roof, had begun warming the
concrete floor of my cage. I tried turning on the water tap to cool it
off, but they'd turned off the water at the house (So much for their lie
about Indoor plumbing!) and I found myself shifting uncomfortably from
foot to foot, feeling the hot sun beating down on me.
After two hours, I was in Agony. Everywhere I stepped, the hot floor
burned the soles of my pretty feet, and the merciless, heat, beating
down on my nakedness was turning me a hot pink all over. I had to get
out of there!
That's when Janet and Jennifer came back out, carrying cool drinks and
wearing straw hats to protect them from the sun.
"Well," Red-haired Jennifer asked, "ready to talk? Or shall we leave you
to fry a few more hours?"
I was already dancing comically on the hot concrete slab, trying to cool
my feet, breasts and bottom jiggling madly, and I could feel my skin on
the verge of Sunburn as the two lesbians smiled at my plight.
"Noo-oo!'" I whimpered. "I'll talk! I will! Just please get me out of
this Sun!"
"Talk first," Janet pronounced. "Then we'll see... "
"Elise Bentley hired me'" The mention of her name perked my captors'
interest. "She lost touch with you and wants to check up-on-on her
husband Rex--"
I could tell at once they knew what I was talking about, but they played
it Cool.
"Why should we know anything about this woman? Or her husband?" Jennifer
probed.
"Please!" I was still hopping about in pain, and still bouncing. "I-I'm
a Private Investigator! She told me everything about-about what she did
to hervhusband and how you two were -uh- taking care of him! Then when
you moved out here, she moved too and lost your address! You must know
that's true!"
The look on 'their faces told me they were half-convinced. But they
admitted nothing.
"How are we supposed to check that out?" Janet asked.
"I can give you her phone number! You can call her! Only Pleese do
something to get me out of this heat!"
Seconds later, I had given them Elise Bentley's phone number, and
Jennifer had gone inside to call her. Meanwhile, Raven-tressed Janet had
considerately closed the sun screen atop my cage, handed me in my high
heels, and even given me a bottle of soothing skin lotion to cool my
burning flesh. She watched me hungrily as I avidly rubbed the creamy
stuff all over my soft flesh. Finally, I was standing there before her,
glowing pink and shiny as I shifted uncomfortably in the sexy heels,
aware of how they showed off my legs and made me strut my ass and
breasts.
That's -when Jennifer came back out.
"Did you call her?"I asked eagerly. "Was she home?"
"I did," Jennifer said mysteriously, "And she was..." -"Great!" I sighed
with relief. "Let me out! And give me back my clothes!"
"Not so fast," Jennifer said. "Let's clear up a few things first: Just
what do you intend to do when--or if--we let you go?"
"Just what I was hired to do,"I tried to reassure them, "I'm going to
report back to Ms. Bentley ,or maybe not, since you probably told her
where you are, collect my fee and forget the whole thing! What the
three of you do with that-uh-man is no concern of-mine, and my
professional code demands that I keep anything I learn on a-case-
strictly confidential."
"Sounds reasonable," Janet-admitted. "And she did give us an awfully
nice time! Shall we let her go, Jen?"
"Yeah, - it - does sound reasonable," Jennifer regarded me narrowly,
"Just one problem: Elise Bentley didn't hire a female Private Eye; She
hired a man! So just how did YOU get into this?"-
I hemmed awkwardly, wondering if I should tell them the truth about
myself... or if they'd believe me if I did!
"The-ah the guy she hired knew how you feel about men," I ventured. "And
he-he hired me to 'do the leg work!"
"Okay," Janet said. "Now how do we contact him to check out your story?"
She had me. There was no way I could alibi myself, and I knew if I
changed my story now they'd never believe me.
"Let me talk to Ms Bentley," I tried. "She can vouch for me. It'd be -
uh- too embarrassing to have to call Mr. Crayle, and he's out of the
country on another case!"
"Hmmm," Jennifer was clearly unconvinced, but she smiled anyway. "All
right, Sweetie, we'll let you talk to Elise Bentley," She moved towards
my cage door and I breathed a sigh of relief. But then, to my dismay,
she merely tugged on the lock to ensure its strength and went on:
"She'll be here in a day or two to check on her husband anyway! You can
talk to her then!"
"But-But aren't you going to let me out?" I was close to tears, hugging
myself desperately for some shred of modesty as I stood naked in the
cage.
"Nope," Jennifer's smile was broader now, more amused... and lustier! "I
kind of like keeping you there, just as you are now! You look so sexy,
it makes kind of a nice change from all the hairy animals. And since Jan
or I might want to pay you a visit, clothes would Just get in the way!
Right Jan?"
Smiling, Janet began sensuously peeling out of her clothes, aware of the
frustration and embarrassment on my feminine face. Jennifer followed
suit.
"We hardly ever wear anything around here ourselves," Janet said, her
voice soft with teasing sexual invitation. "So you'll fit right in!"
***
For the next two days, I got some idea of what Rex Bentley had been
through for the last year. I didn't get to see him, of course, or even
get close to his cage, but I knew the abject humiliation of being forced
into life on a -sub-human plane.
The girls fed me, and there was an open drain in the floor of my cage
for sanitary purposes. They even let me have soap and toilet paper. But
for the entire two days, I was kept caged and naked (except for those
silly high heels that made me feel even more awkward!) like some animal.
Throughout the day, Jennifer and Janet would stroll by, usually nude,
and I wondered how they could make their lack of clothing seem so bold
and sensuous when my own state got me so embarrassed! They could see the
Need on my face and often teased me about it, asking if I played with
myself. They didn't know of course, that.I was unable to do even that,
with my real male genitals sealed up under that false pussy at my
crotch.
But they had no such frustration for themselves. Attracted by my
novelty, they frequently approached my cage and ordered me to crouch
down and service them orally through the chain-link It was awful, being
so close to such ready female sexuality and totally unable to take
advantage of it, but I eagerly lapped my mistresses, hoping desperately
that they might ease up on my imprisonment if they thought of me as a
devoted lesbian.
But there was no such luck. Jennifer and Janet both pronounced me a
delightful lover, but neither showed any inclination at all to release
me or give me a scrap of clothing to wear, despite my fervent pleas. In
fact, the more I pleased them, the sexier it seemed to make them feel to
keep me this way, a nude sex-animal, caged for their pleasure!
They delighted in teasing me endlessly about my status there, making me
crouch down or walk on all fours, giggling at my obvious embarrassment
and constant arousal until I thought I had plumbed the depths of
humiliation.
And then Elise Bentley showed up.
In the distance, I saw her expensive car pull into the farmyard, watched
her greet my lesbian captresses, hugging and kissing them ardently, then
strolling off with them, arm in arm, to visit her poor husband.
At last, what seemed like hours later, the three of them visited my part
of the farm. I noticed that Janet and Jennifer, still nude, were
positively glowing, and that Elise Bentley was flushed herself, blouse
half-buttoned and skirt mussed. She was obviously bra-less, and I
thought I saw a scrap of lacy panties in her purse.
Her face, as she approached me showed her emotions clearly: first
Curiosity about this Mystery Girl they had told her about; then
Excitement as my feminine nudity became apparent; then, as she peered
closely at my f ace, she suddenly broke up in a gale of laughter!
"Uh-hee-hee-heee! You! I never would have dreamed! Oh, just look at you!
And you used to be so.... Hee-hee-heee!"
I blushed three shades of crimson under her hilarity as the two lesbians
clamored for answers about me. Elise started to speak, then paused,
"Girls, would you excuse us for a minute?" Seeing them obviously put
out, she assured, "Just for a second, really, then I'll tell you
everything!". Reluctantly., the two of them withdrew and she turned to
me.
"Well, Miss-ter Crayle," she teased, "you seem to be quite the Master of
Disguise... or is it Mistress?"
"Very funny!" I fumed, covering myself with my hands as best I could,
totally shamed by this woman's vast amusement at my embarrassing nudity
and helpless feminized state, "Nowget me out of this!"' "In a minute,"
She giggled, "First let's discuss my fee."
"Your fee?" I was puzzled at her suggestion that we talk about my rates,
"Why it's a Thousand a Day, of course, like I told you. Plus expenses,
and I've been at' it about two weeks so..."
"Oh no." Her eyes narrowed. "Not your fee: Mine!"
"Your-- what?"
"That's right, Missy. How much is it worth to you for me to get you out
of this?"
"Get me--oh, but you've got to tell them you hired me to come here! Make
them let me out! 'I can't stay here like this!" I shivered with dread at
the thought.
"Can't you?" Elise teased, "Why not? You were sort of an arrogant boor
as a man, but you look simply scrumptious this way... and I know Jan
and Jennie get a kick out of keeping you. Besides," She yawned in mock
boredom, "If you get out of here, you'll just ask me for money, and I
really don't feel like paying you any; after I had to come all this way
to bail you out! So what's it worth to you for me to tell the girls you
were really working, for me?"
I could see it was no use arguing and pleading. I had no choice but to
pay what she demanded and we both knew it. We settled on an exorbitant
amount, and she even made me prove I could pay her by telling where my
credit cards and checkbook were hidden in the secret compartment of my
luggage. Finally, she called the girls over.
"Ladies." She smiled, waving a mocking hand at my bouncy, unclad
feminine form. "Meet Clinton Crayle: Quite literally, a Man trapped in a
Woman's Body!"
Puzzled looks. Explanations. Expressions of doubt.... Finally, Elise
Bentley had to produce my identification from that secret compartment,
so they could check the pictures on my Driver's and Private Detective
Licenses. Eyes wide with disbelief, they -pumped me for details about my
transformation: What I took to enlarge my breasts, in what dosage, and
how did I get it; Embarrassing details about the exact state of my
genitals beneath that confining pussy-wig, and much much more. I began
to feel like a Freak on display at a Sideshow, crouching caged there
before their frank curiosity and blunt questions.
But as I talked and Elise Bentley giggled, I began to detect an alarming
change in the attitude of my lesbian jailers: The more convinced they
became that I was telling the truth--the more they believed that I was
really a male in disguise -the madder they got!
I kept answering their questions, wondering about this change in their
formerly playful attitude. Well what else could I do, all locked up like
that? Then it hit me: Elise Bentley had warned me that Janet and
Jennifer were not simply lesbians, but "confirmed Man-Haters." And I,
disguised as a woman, had made love to both of them!
I began to remember stories of Female Impersonators who picked up
strange men in bars and tricked them into having sex, and I remembered
hearing about the often violent rages such men flew into when they
discovered the deception. Now, as I looked into the cold, blazing eyes
of the women who had used my lips so intimately, I began to understand
just how those unfortunate transvestites felt!
"So you really are a man." Jennifer's lip curled in disgust. "And you
went to all the trouble of getting yourself up this way just to--"
"Just to use us!" Janet spat, tossing her dark hair angrily. "You know,
Elise, I was feeling a little bad about treating a nice girl like this
the way we did, locking her up and all, but now.., now it doesn't seem
nearly hard enough treatment for a man who would... would...."
"I know just what you mean, Jan." Elise Bentley smirked cruelly at me as
she spoke. "When I hired him for this case, it was because of his
reputation for discretion and experience with bizarre sexuality. I never
dreamed he'd use it as an excuse to deceive and exploit you two!"
"Exploit YOU!?!" I exploded. "I'm the one who's been used! Seduced,
stripped, caged, turned into your private Sex Toy, with no way to
relieve my pent-up male desires..."
"Quiet, Dog'" Jennifer's tone dripped with menace, and I felt myself
shiver again. "Or I'll get out our Bull-Fixer and use it on you!'"
I immediately subsided. These women were angry, possibly dangerous. And
they held all the cards, I remembered. With me in their clutches like
this, miles from nowhere and no record of having visited, they could do
anything they wanted, even dispose of me completely, and no one would
ever know!
"That's better." Janet softened a bit as I hugged myself pitifully, "Now
just wait there while we have Lunch and decide just how you're going to
pay for your crimes!"
TWO MONTHS LATER>>>>
The water was cold. And slimy. My pencil-thin-high heels sunk into the
muck at the bottom, threatening to suck the shiny pink leather shoes
right off my dainty little feet! My tight pink Dacron skirt, soaking
wet, clung to me like a coat of paint, my lacey pink panties and garter
belt clearly outlined beneath it. As I stepped deeper into the algae-
ridden pond, my fluffy pink angora sweater sopped up water like a dry
sponge and grew heavy with its drink, clutching hungrily at my big,
round breasts.
Oh yes; my breasts were much larger now. Janet and Jennifer had ordered
more of the medication that enlarged my bosom in the first place, giving
it to me in increased doses, until my proportions were as ripe and
round as a Playboy fantasy!
Continuing with their revenge, they insisted I bleach my hair a vivid
blonde, wear bright, heavy makeup and loud jewelry at all times, mince
about in tight clothing with exaggeratedly feminine mannerisms, and even
speak in a simpering falsetto!
They had maxxed out my credit cards with purchases of the most
outlandishly feminine attire they could find: Exotic lingerie, party
frocks, long, strapless evening gowns and Prom formals, tiny, high
heeled shoes and silken slippers, super-tight skirts -- and dozens of
the fluffiest too-small sweaters they could find!
Once my credit cards were worthless, they started in on my checkbook,
raiding the second-hand clothing stores for attire from about thirty
years ago The silken slips, tight heavy girdles, and absurdly
uncomfortable clothing of the early 60s, when women were truly slaves to
fashion, all purchased in sizes crushingly too small, and pulled over my
protesting curves with cruel pleasure!
Day after day, I endured having my big, firm breasts packed into awful
cantilevered bras that lifted my growing titties up and held them out
like melons on display, even as it suffocated them in tight heavy layers
of that hot, stretchy.fabric.
Or I might find myself squeezed into one of those Playtex rubber panty-
girdles, so small I had to be rubbed with hand cream just to get it over
my hips! It was the midriff style, squeezing my tummy breathlessly even
as it forced me to keep my back straight, so that bending over, or even
walking, was a major effort!
And in these outrageously feminine outfits, I was required to do the
farm chores: Last week, I had cleaned out the pig pens wearing a
beautiful, full-length wedding dress of heavy white satin, complete with
veil and train! The week before, I had done the chicken coops in a long,
lacy, peek-a-boo nightie of purple see-through silk. And the week before
that I pulled a plough through the fields, dressed in a long, ribbon-
trimmed formal dress, with puffy, bouffant shoulders and layers and
layers of frothy, rustling petticoats beneath!
Why did I let them do this to me?
Well, one reason was that I had no choice: Janet and Jennifer had locked
away the keys to my car, along with all my money and identification, and
kept me dressed in a variety of outfits designed to limit my mobility
severely, even as they turned me into a silly-looking caricature of a
female.
"You were so hot to look like a woman," Jennifer teased. "We'll just
treat you to more of it!"
"Yes," Janet smiled cruelly as she administered more of the breast-
enlarging drug, "By.the time we're through with you, no one will ever be
able to say that a man, took advantage of us! And if there's any of this
stuff left over, we'll give it to Fifi!" I knew that, miles from Nowhere
like this, deep in the heart of these wooded mountains, there was no way
I could escape on foot, especially not looking as I did now. Even if I
did stumble upon a house, or even a small town, strangers were looked on
with hostility and suspicion around here, and a lone woman, dressed as I
was, would be just asking for..... I shivered at the thought!
But there was another reason I hadn't escaped, hadn't even tried,
despite the abuse and humiliation. they heaped on me: I was still
planning to rescue Rex Bentley!
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