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Only it wasn't the waitress -- it was Margot! And she had gripped the
cords at the ends of my sleeves and twisted them around my waist!
Before I could move, my arms were bound, crossed and helpless at my
waist. "Don't scream," Margot whispered in my ear, "and don't struggle,
or I shall remove that rubber strap across your chest and let everyone
see your tltties! Now open your pretty mouth, sweetie!"
Helpless to move, frightened to death at the prospect of having my
breasts forcibly bared in this public place, I sat obediently still and
opened my mouth while Margot busied herself behind me. I felt her stuff
something warm and silky in my mouth.
"My panties, pet," she whispered. "That's what I was doing in the Lool.
And I put a rubber band through them, so we could do this!"
With the panties in my mouth, she pulled the rubber band over my head and
behind me, so that it ran from my mouth to the nape of my neck, trapping
the undies in my mouth and forcing me to hold my lips back in a
distended
grin! I clamped my mouth shut to hide the shameful things, and the
pressure on my lips was almost painful!
"Shan't be making any calls now, shall you?" Margot teased. "And since
you spurned my generous offer to buy you male attire, you can just get
about like that for a bit!"
I wriggled helplessly, blushing beet red at the prospect of having to get
back up to our room in this fix. 'Ngnglgh000l' I struggled to speak with
the panties in my mouth, "NghMghAghRGhhOgggl GgggHelbbb NgggMeeel"
"Help you?" she asked solicitously. "Very well, Darling, I'll just find
something to keep you out of mischief while Mummy's playing!"
She beckoned to a waitress and the two of them whispered together for a
moment Then the waitress looked at me, laughed softly, and nodded. Margot
passed her some money.
And the next thing I knew, two attendants were escorting me out of the
restaurant.
To the hotel beauty parlor!
I knew it was useless to even try to escape. So I sat there, docile and
helpless, as they made up my face and did my hair in shimmering curls. It
seemed to take hours! When I tried to complain that my arms were growing
numb, they simply changed the way they were tied, crossing them behind
my
back, and tying them off in front, forcing me to strut my chest!
One of the beauticians smilingly cut away the rubber strap over my bosom,
so that my growing breasts jutted obscenely through the cut-outs...
then
she rouged the nipples!
And it was in this condition -- prettified, bare-breasted, arm-bound,
chest-flaunting, mini-skirted, high-heel-booted and still gagged with
Margot's panties!-- that they turned me loose to go find her!
I strutted as quickly as I could across the lobby toward the gambling
rooms, remembering shamefully how I had ogled the scantily-dressed
females when Margot and I checked in here ... was it just yesterday? Now
well-dressed businessmen and elegantly-gowned women were ogling me as I
sashayed along, hearing the squeak of my rubber garb with every move,
wishing in vain that I could keep my short skirt from riding up so high
on my butt!
Every mincing step I took seemed to set my bare breasts flouncing wildly
in all directions, like out-of-control Jello! Male eyes widened
appreciatively and women tittered at the sight of me, jiggling along,
until I was dizzy from blushing!
By the time I reached the gambling room, my skirt had ridden up
practically to my waist, showing off my bare, round bottom to everyone in
the room. And worse yet, I couldn't find Margot! I wandered from table
to
table like some terrible dream, feeling laughing eyes all over my
feminine body. But no Margot!
Finally I managed to get a pretty oriental attendant girl to remove my
shameful gag.
"Please," I gasped, trying to get my mouth to work once more, my lips
wide and pouting from the long stretching, "please, where is Miss
Egglemount? Margot Egglemount?"
"You Meester Crayle?" she asked politely. "You man wees Mess Egglemoun'?"
"Yes! Please untie my arms! And where's Margot?"
"You come."
She made no move to untie me but walked quickly and authoritatively
towards the exit. Not knowing what else to do, I followed as best I
could, ass rolling and tits swaying for everyone to see as I made my
shameful way after her.
Another humiliating parade across the lobby. Then a terrifying trip down
a flight of stairs -- high-heeled and arm-bound! -- to one of the sauna
rooms. Here, two more girls joined my guide, and, to my enormous relief,
began removing those awful thigh-length skyscraper boots from my shapely
legs! I could almost hear my skin sigh with relief as the hot latex slid
down my legs and off. They removed my miniskirt next and untied the
crotch of my strait-jacket -- giggling at the sight of my ridiculously
shrunken genitals!
Oh good, I thought, they're going to get me out of this awful outfit!
But I was only half-right!
While my arms were still bound to my waist, they produced an odd-looking
thing like a G-string and began putting it on me. Goodness! The heavy
rubber front was so tiny it could barely contain even my equipment, and
it squeezed painfully! And Oooo! -- there was a butt-plug in the rear!
I struggled as best I could while they fastened this devilish garment
tightly around my crotch, but with my arms bound as they were, I was no
match for the pretty girls. Finally they got it on, and then they removed
the straitjacket, leaving me standing before them all feminine and
naked,
save for that single, tiny, incredibly shameful garment!
"0h please," I whimpered, hugging my arms around my soft body as one of
the girls took my clothes away, "what are you doing to me? Where's
Margot?"
"You come," said the first girl again.
Totally helpless and too frightened to disobey, I scampered after her as
she strode forth once more. I balked and blushed, tummy spinning, as she
entered the crowded lobby once more, but I had no choice and followed
timidly, one arm across my big, bare, bouncing titties, and one hand,
fingers splayed, over my round bottom... now undulating more wildly than
ever around that awful butt-plug!
Completely unconcerned, my oriental guide/captress led me up to the hotel
desk. To my relief, it wasn't crowded; there was only one other woman
there, with her back to us.
Good, I thought, the fewer people who we me this way the better l like
it!
The oriental girl got the desk clerk's attention, then turned and pointed
at me.
"Crinton Clayle," she said simply.
"Ah." The English-accented clerk smiled politely. "Mistah Craylel I see
you've been availing yourself of some of our -ah- special services!"
"Oh please," I whimpered, positively quivering as I stood there, "where's
Miss Eggermount? Why have you dressed me like this?"
"Ah." He smiled broadly. "You haven't heard? Been a bit busy elsewhere,
have we?" His smiling eyes raked me up and down as I stood there, pink
with embarrassment, in front of him. "It seems there was a problem with
one of Miss Eggermounts checks. She has assured us of course, that it
will be rectified in a few days, and the manager has even extended her a
bit of credit, so that she may enjoy our hospitality. But I'm afraid we
required a bit of collateral, and she suggested you!"
"Mel," I squeaked. "But I'm not.. I can't..."
"She explained to us how much you enjoy this sort of thing, and when she
pointed you out to us, looking so fetching in that outr? rubber attire,
we were convinced you wouldn't mind."
"But-- But--"
"Please accept our hospitality in any way you wish until Miss
Eggermount's difficulty has resolved itself. You may dine, gamble a bit,
have a drink at the bar... anything except clothing yourself or returning
to your room. I'm sure that Miss Eggermount will have things
straightened
around shortly, but until that time, we'll just use this simple expedient
to keep you with us."
"But-but where can I go like this?" I protested, fluttering my hands.
"What can I do?"
Suddenly the woman who had been standing with her back to me, turned. And
looked at me. And smiled.
It was Nan Boros!
Panic-stricken, I turned and ran blindly across the lobby, my bare feet
slapping on the cold marble floors. My feminine assets bounced and
jiggled wildly as I ran, but I didn't care. I had to get away from that
woman!
I ended up, panting and shivering, in a darkened corner of one of the bar
rooms, hiding in the shadows to keep from being seen. Fortunately all
eyes had been on the floor Show when I entered and no one had seen me...
The Floor Show.
It was just ending. The performers were dancing out of the room.
And one of them was the red rubber lady. Gardner Reginaid!
I remembered what he'd said about rescuing him, and all the money he'd
promised. Well, this just might be my way out!
As inconspicuously as possible, I slipped across the room and danced out
with the performers, skipping merrily, I hoped, as we made our exit. As
soon as we were out the door and into the dressing room, I snuck behind a
closet door and stood there, peeking out in the dim light, as the others
- except for red rubber Reginald -- dressed and left. All Gardner could
do was sit there, bound in rubber, and wait for the next show.
Or so they thought.
As soon as the others had left, I tiptoed out from my hiding space.
Reginald turned at the noise of my approach, and though his rubber face
betrayed no feeling, his whole attitude was one of surprise.
"Quiet," I whispered, "I'm here to get you out!"
Quickly I unzipped his mask and removed it. His skin was stark white and
shiny from the long confinement, and his eyes wide with disbelief.
"Wh-Who are you?" he whispered as I started pulling off his gloves.
"Clinton Crayle!"
I saw his eyes fill with disbelief as he looked at me, and found myself
blushing once more.
"This was the only way to get back to you," I lied. "I can change back
into a male again once we get out of here." Well, at least I hoped so!
With his hands free, Reginald was now helping me undress him. Boots,
tight rubber dress, confining corset, were soon a red rubber heap on the
floor. Eagerly he picked up a discarded pair of lace-satin panties and
put them on to cover himself. Against his chalk-white skin, the tiny
scrap of white lace looked almost ghostly. I couldn't help staring at his
soft, rounded form -- almost as feminine as mine -- and he crossed his
arms self-consciously.
"Now what?" he asked, "how do we get some clothes and get out of here?
They'll be looking for me soon, you know."
Hmmm. I knew how well-guarded they kept clothing around here. And the two
of us certainly weren't going scampering out on the dirty downtown
streets looking like this! We had to get some clothing, preferably male,
and....
"Excuse me," Reginald broke in on my thoughts. "I don't mean to distract
you, but -- how shall I say this? -- You look oddly familiar -uh- like
that. Almost as if... as if I've seen you looking like that before!"
He had seen before, of course. And like this! He'd seen me simpering and
feminine in those awful training films they showed the cocoons in the
lab! But I wasn't going to tell him--
And then it hit me.
"I have some hidden," I said, "enough to get at least one of us out of
here. Follow me."
Earlier that day, I had snuck through the hotel, feminine and nude, clear
from the transformation lab to my room. Now, as the two of us--panty-clad
and feminized--retraced my steps, it seemed much more difficult. No
matter
where we went, we kept hearing the nerve-wracking clack-clack of high
heels coming up behind us. And whenever we did, we ducked quickly for the
nearest cover, huddling together in doorways, crouching under tables,
and
once even jumping into an oversized trash can!
Of course, every time we did this, we had to press our soft bodies very
close together, quivering with shame at the intimate contact as our
nipples touched and our legs entwined. Worse yet, Reginald's privates
were not as confined - or as shrunken - as mine were, and all this
rubbing together had a very noticeable effect on him! I started in shock
the first time, when we were hugging each other in a tiny closet and I
felt his rampant crotch poke my rubber-clad privates. Or as we crouched
under a narrow table, with him atop me, doggy-style. And worst of all,
when we jumped into that trash can, he practically squatted on my face!
It seemed forever that we waited in there, with his panties brushing my
lips and his smooth butt rubbing my face, until he finally said the coast
was clear.
Once we got out of the main part of the hotel and into that dark, winding
corridor that led to the transformation lab I thought our journey would
be easier. But now they were looking for us! Someone must have missed
Reginald and put out an alarm, I guessed. Anyway, every few yards it
seemed, I'd hear the click of high heels, and a steady electric beep as
searchers approached.
Fortunately in this convoluted passageway there were plenty of places to
duck for cover. But I wondered why they kept passing back and forth this
way... why didn't they go and lock somewhere else? And that infernal
Beeper they carried was going to drive me--
Beeper?
One of us must be carrying some kind of homing device!
And I thought I knew who!
"Listen," I whispered in Reginald's ear as we crouched together for the
umpteenth time, "we've got to split up. Can you find your way back to the
transformation lab?"
"I think so," he whispered, "it's just around the corner, isn't it?"
"That's right," I answered, "and there's a full set of male clothing in
there, tucked behind some file boxes on the bottom shelf in the back of
the lab. If you can get to them, the place is also full of wide rubber
straps. You can use them to hide your breasts so the clothes should fit
you."
"Fit me?" he asked. "But what about you?"
"I may have to stay here," I breathed softly, "while you get away. But
once you're out, you've got to get that money and buy me out of here.
Understand??
?Right,? he replied. ?And if you escape, you'll do the same for me, eh??
?That's it.? The footsteps and beeper sounded further away now. ?Let's go
for it!?
And the two of us scampered off, feminine and next to naked, in different
directions!
It was the Aussie nurse who finally found me, with the aid, as I had
guessed, of a radio transmitter in my butt-plug! She easily chased me
down, wrestled me to the floor, and sat on the back of my head while she
tied my wrists together behind me.
?Naughty girl,?" she chuckled, pulling me to my feet, "trying to slip
away from us and all the while sending out a message from 'erel." She
whacked my bottom vigorously!
"Oh!" I cried. "Oh Pleeese! Get this thing off me! Let me talk to Margot!
Where is she?"
"Whatever you sye, Missie!" she laughed and cut away that awful garment,
pulling the plug slowly and chuckling again as I squirmed. At last
though, it was out. "But might I suggest you should 'ave a little
something to wear before you go traipsin' off?"
"Oh yes," I blubbered with relief, standing there all naked and big-
breasted, with my tiny malehood -- humiliatingly erect! -? displayed
before her as I twisted my bound wrists behind my back.
"WeIl 'ere, then, let's just try these?"
A few minutes later, I was once again making my mincing way up to the
lobby.
Wearing high heels
And a cage!
It was a heavy-duty plastic thing, light-weight but strong, with the bars
just close enough together that I couldn't get my arms through. It ran
from my neck down to my waist, cunningly designed so that my massive
breasts pushed out in front, nipples poking through the bars, and my bare
tush wiggled shamelessly out the bottom.
At the top of the cage, my head emerged through a cunningly-designed
collar, with sharp points sticking down towards my shoulders. As long as
I used my hands to support the light weight of the cage, or bent over so
that it rested on my thighs, I was safe; but if I relaxed even for a
moment, those dreadful pins pricked my soft shoulders painfully!
So I had to prance about in shiny high heels, flaunting my caged nudity
for everyone in the place! I wanted to lower my hands to at least cover
my shameful male state, or raise them to protect my thrusting nipples
from the eyes ? and hands - of passers-by, but every time I tried, the
pain stopped me short.
It was dreadful walking about like this! Every high-heeled step sent my
feminine assets rolling about, and my tiny erection (which I couldn't get
rid of!) wiggling ridiculously In front of me, set men to smiling and
women laughing uproariously!
And it was in this condition that Margot saw me!
She was standing in the lobby, by the entrance, her luggage beside her.
?0h hello, Clinton." She smiled sweetly, even as her laughing eyes swept
over my embarrassing nakedness, took in my lush, feminine curves, and
came to rest on my shameful stiffness! ?Well, this looks like another
difficult spot you've rescued me from!"
"Rescued you??" The doors swept open to admit a group of Arab businessmen
and I shrank before their frankly amused gazes.
?That?s right," she went on. ?It seems I never would have gotten out of
this place if you hadn't been available for collateral. But fortunately,
there you are, so here I go. I'll be able to get back home quite
comfortably with the money I've raised off you, and as soon as I do, I'll
send a cheque here to buy you out. Though it may take a while to get my
banker to open up my allowance again. And the season?s just starling, so
there'll be expensive parties and dresses to pay for..."
"Oh Margot!" I wailed. "Get me out of this! Give me clothes! It's just
awful going about this way!" I cowered as much as I could in that awful
cage, wishing there were some way tro cover my shamefully nude and half-
sexed body!
"Well I hardly think they'll let you just go about," she answered
thoughtfully. "From what that nurse was telling me, they've some very
interesting tasks planned for you! And as for giving you clothes.... All
I have are my own female things. And I just know you couldn't bear
anything so shameful as wiggling and squeezing your big, round feminine
tush into a skimpy pair of my soft, lacey, silken panties! So I guess
you'll just have to get by without them! Though I must say that cute
little thing sticking up in front seems dreadfully out of place with the
rest of you looking so sweet! Oh? there's the limo! Bye now!? She pulled
my cage to her and gave me a long, deep, kiss, probing with her tongue
and rubbing her tight silk dress against my exposed nipples and manhood
until I thought I'd faint.
And then she was gone.
I knew I'd never see her again. That she'd never send the check to buy me
out of this. My whole plan on this trip had been to get her to fall out
of love with me by showing her that I wasn't the macho, masterful type.
And I had succeeded too well!
The petite oriental girl was at my side now, tugging on the cage.
?You foIlow!?
***
The pool is heated, the water thick with perfumes and lotions. I'm
floating in it, my shoulders strapped inside a big, soft-rubber inner
tube so that my head sticks up inside the warm rubber circle -- at a
convenient height!
I don't know how deep the water is. My legs are bent up inside strong
green rubber sheaths with willowy fins, like a fish. My arms are pinned
at my sides by an incredibly strong green rubber corset that squeezes my
waist to breath-taking tightness and emphasizes my full, floating breasts
and rounded bottom. Shimmering fins trail gently from this, too, giving
me the appearance of some exotic feminine sea creature.
At the bottom of my corset, in front, a long rubber dildo is mounted for
the pleasure of the guests. It seems to mock my tiny malehood, just
beneath it, inviting all sorts of ribald comparisons. Most of the guests
don't use the dildo, though; they seem to prefer sitting on, or in, the
inner-tube - frontwards or backwards? and taking advantage of my mouth!
A green rubber bathing cap covers most of my head, including my ears, so
I can barely hear. And big, green fisheye goggles keep out water but also
restrict my vision so that I can hardly tell if the guests watching me,
then diving in to use my services, are male or female - until they get
close!
I'm not sure how many hours a day I spend here. Or how many days I've
been like this -- a silent, sexy, fish-girl. Kept inside always, I don't
even know if it?s day or night.
I only know I must keep at it and work very hard to please everyone who
comes into the pool. Gardner Reginald must be close to getting his money
back by now, and any day... any hour, even.., he'll get me out of this!
But meantime, I must be very eager to pleasure all my customers, no
matter what they want to do with me! If I should fail, and get put up for
auction, I know Nan Boros would go to any lengths to buy me. And if I
ever got into her clutches....
Two women and a man (I think) are at poolside, watching me and laughing.
From what I can make out, they are either nude or wearing skin-tight
bathing suits. They wave me over, and I flap my fins obediently, moving
towards them so they can get a better look at how exposed my body is and
how conveniently my head is positioned inside the rubber circle of the
inner tube.
They jump in the water, and I feel nude bodies around my head. I try to
relax, remembering that the inner tube is designed so that even when I'm
turned over like this, my mouth stays just above the water and I can
breathe... carefully. But I?m terribly worried about what they might have
planned for me, and the knowledge of how silly/sexy I must look, bobbing
around in the water in this ultra-vulnerable position, with my big, pink
bottom sticking up, breasts exposed, and my male emblem wiggling about
fills me with shame!
Oh! The man has put his head inside the inner tube, and he's kissing me!
And up above, the two women are sitting on the tube! One of them flicks
my nipples between her toes and teases my tiny, stiff cock while the
other one --- Ooo! Oww! - spanks my poor defenseless bottom!
OH-HH! Painful blows keep smacking across my pink globes, while the
erotic teasing and the shameful kissing continues, until the line between
pain and pleasure disappears in a blur of total humillation.
Oooooch! Owwch! Ahhhh!
At List they tire of this, and I begin to hope my ordeal is through.
Until they flip me right-side-up and start in again!
Now the man is behind me, reaching around to squeeze my tits and toy with
my laughably-sized Manhood while he probes me with his stiffness. One
woman is still seated on the inner tube, with her back to me and her
bottom over my face, urging me to use my tongue, as the other woman
pleasures her from the front.
I can vaguely hear their amused chatter as they cavort all over me.
Laughter burns my ears until I'm pink with shame all over and I wonder
why these three are being so hard on me? But there's no time to think
about that now. Whatever happens, I've got to serve them eagerly, and I
put my tongue to shameful work on the ass above me, even as I'm invaded
from behind and teased to dizzying frustration in front!
Must please them... can't take a chance on being sold... got to hang on
and do the best I can until Reginald gets me out of this... No matter
what happens, I can't risk falling into Nan Boros' clutches!
Harder... work harder....
***
Nan Boros smiled down at the submissive blonde in front of her and
settled her cheeks just a little more firmly over the lovely she-male
face in the inner tube, lapping so feverishly. Further back, she heard
sounds of male satisfaction pumping behind her. She shivered with
contentment and gently pulled the blonde from her moist womanhood.
"Well, Margot?" she beamed. ?Isn?t this everything I said it'd be?"
The naked Englishwoman shook her breasts in the water and looked happily
upwards. "And more, Mistress! As soon as Clinton told me about you, I
just knew I had to meet you for myself! And after our session in the
airplane lavatory.., well, I guess you could tell I was putty in your
hands!"
?And very sexy putty, too!" Nan traced a teasing finger across Margot's
lips and wiggled her ass into the captive face beneath her. "Useful, as
well! Once you told me where you and this miserable worm were staying, it
was an easy matter to put one of my male slaves into position to trap
him!" She turned her head towards the pumping behind her. "Right,
Gardner?"
"Oh yes, Mistress!" The former red rubber lady, now looking totally male,
smiled happily, never pausing. "I just loved those two days working
here!
And it was such fun, making up that story for our little She-Male!"
"Well, I do like to keep my slaves happy," Nan grinned. ?That?s why I
wanted to treat you both to this little going away party before we fly
back, to England! This way we'll all have pleasant memories of our little
ex-male detective!"
"But tell me, Mistress," Margot asked, "why didn't you just have him
kidnapped or something? Why did you ever go to so much trouble to get him
like this?" She looked at the latex-bound sex-thing tonguing her
mistress
feverishly, and giggled.
"Don't tell me you two didn't enjoy it?"
"Well," Margot lowered her eyes modestly, "it was kind of a kick, getting
him to go through all that and acting so innocent all the while. And I
know Garner enjoyed his bit! But...?
Behind them, Garner Reginald groaned in ecstasy. Nan Boros smiled even
wider at the sound, and positively ground her ass into the helpless face
beneath it! Then she explained:
"One thing I've learned in all these years as a Top: No matter how bitchy
I can be, I can't do anything to a victim as bad as what they can do to
themselves!
"I worked hard, letting this miserable snoop get himself into this fix.
And he'll stay in it for a long time, because he thinks Garner is just
about to rescue him and he's afraid I'll be here to buy him if he fucks
up! So he'll work hard here. And he'll humiliate himself more than I
ever could -- because of what he thinks is happening to him!?
"But we'll be thousands of miles away!" Margot interjected.
"Only he won't know that!" Nan Boros slid deftly off the inner tube and
gestured Garner Reginald to take her place. She listened happily for a
moment, to the sound of the hapless, helpless, bound and big-breasted
former male detective working his lips and tongue at the command of
another male. Then she went on:
"He'll think I'm right here and Garner's on his way! And those two
thoughts will keep him a prisoner of his own mind!"
She pulled herself from the pool. Margot followed, and so, after a time,
did Garner. Nan ordered her two naked slaves to towel off her nude body,
smiling down at the trapped, half-sexed thing floating in the inner tube
until she glowed with satisfaction.
"Turn him over before we go," she commanded. "That's right; face-down and
ass-upwards again!"
As the trio moved aim in arm to the dressing rooms, Nan Boros looked back
one last time. At the big, round breasts bouncing on the inner tube. And
the latex-corsetted arms and torso above them, writhing uncomfortably.
And the finned, rubber-sheathed legs waving helplessly above that. And
the big, round, pink bottom jiggling laughably on top. And best of all,
the stiff, tiny, frustrated male apparatus, ridiculously out-of-place on
that incredibly feminine latex-bound body.
"I want to remember him just, like this!"
thEnd!
Lauryn
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