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Captured by the Cartel-II
[First, a small recap from part 1. A young freelance photographer has
been captured by a drug cartel in Chicago while trying to take photos.
As the mafia boss Pablo almost decides to kill him, the gangster's aide
-- the beautiful dominatrix Victoria -- saves his life by offering to keep
him as her pet. She takes the chained and naked captive to a mansion
where two of her assistants give him a makeover and put him in a latex
maid's dress.]
My ass was still sore from the pounding it had been given by Mistress
Victoria in what she said was my initiation last night. It was a vivid
memory. Me in a blonde wig and a latex maid's costume begging her to
stop as she spanked me and pounded me with a double-headed dildo.
Eventually she turned me around and allowed me to enter her and give her
pleasure as well. She was on top and keeping my cuffed wrists on the
mattress with one hand, she fucked me all night. I would have called it
making love but it seemed more like rape. And I was the woman being
raped, dick or no dick. Later, when she went into an exhausted slumber,
I sobbed myself to sleep.
Next morning, I woke up before her. My head was on her chest, embracing
one massive breast. While she was completely nude, I was still in that
sexy maid's frock, my feet in heels and ankles wearing steel manacles.
Never had I felt more helpless.
Mistress Victoria stirred awake, probably disturbed by the clanging of
my metal restraints. She looked at me and her expressions softened and
she smiled. That smile melted me. Did this gorgeous goddess have a heart
after all?
"Hello pretty girl," she said in that deep-throated sensuous voice of
hers.
"Good morning mistress," I replied, blushing like a newlywed bride. What
was happening to me?
"Well? What are you waiting for? Go make me some tea. Then get my bath
ready."
I rushed to do her bidding, less out of fear and more to please her, my
heart beating a tad faster, the torrid events of last night fading
already.
I took to my role of a slave girl like a fish to water. I realized that
not only was I a natural submissive, I relished dressing up. The freedom
of a skirt, the feel of soft silky feminine garments, the smell of nail
paints and the taste of lipstick all left me giddy with pleasure.
Mistress's two assistants, Jennifer and Jessica, who had done my
makeover, were cold and even a tad nasty to me in the beginning. But I
soon won them over. I was, of course, supposed to refer to them as
mistress as well, a title that pleased both no end.
They would often harass me just for the fun of it, making me kneel and
kiss their feet in front of guests, hog-tying me and leaving me on
display in the living room, and sometimes just making me eat their
pussy.
But for me, the world was Mistress Victoria. I lived for her approval,
discovering a joy in doing her chores. I would hum a tune as I dusted
her room, the only other sound being the chains on my ankles. I loved
giving her a bath, softly cleaning her body, combing her thick hair that
smelled so good, kneeling at her feet and painting her nails. She was my
goddess.
Victoria was pleased with me. She was tall, a good three inches taller
than me. And she was strong. She once lifted me and put me on the bed.
Even if I hadn't been her slave, she would have been a dominant partner.
I may have been a man not too long ago but this gorgeous creature had
brought out the woman in me. Now I looked at her like a puppy, a pretty
puppy nevertheless.
She had given me the name Alicia, even though slave girl was what she
preferred to call me. It seemed like I had settled into a life of a
slave girl. Well it was better than being in a coffin any day. Then one
day the bombshell came.
Victoria brought in another pet.
I was shocked. My illusion of love was shattered and jealousy and regret
was all that remained. This new pet not a forcibly feminized man. It was
another woman. A slim, pretty Latino girl called Sofia.
It seems that Sofia had displeased a customer in a brothel and he wanted
her shot. Mistress Victoria, who had a heart of gold, took pity on her
and brought her home. But it seems Mistress Victoria was a little greedy
for pussy. And she made the same deal with Sofia that she made with me.
Sofia was now her personal slave while I was now a house slave. Worse,
Mistress Victoria told me to address Sofia as mistress too. Tears welled
up in my eyes but Victoria was unmoved. "You can look as pretty as you
can but at the end of the day you are a man and hence you shall always
be subservient to women," she said with finality. I could see Sofia
smirking at me.
"Now go and kiss Sofia's feet slave," Victoria said with a cruel smile.
I went down to my knees and kissed her feet while sobbing, leaving a
mark of red lipstick. They all burst out laughing at my humiliation.
Sofia was cruel to me. She quickly gained Victoria's trust and was soon
running a lot of things in the mansion. She would often look for reasons
to punish me. She would call me sissy or faggot and spank me at every
opportunity.
And when Mistress Victoria went out of town, she fucked me. I had gone
from being a young man to a pretty girl who was slave to another slave.
Sofia would call me into her room, tie me to the bed and fuck me with
her dildos after making me go down on her a million times. Once she had
had a gigantic orgasm, she would push me off the bed and on to the cold
floor, still handcuffed and naked, and go to sleep. I would curl myself
into a fetal position and cry myself to sleep.
The nightmare that had turned into a dream due to Mistress Victoria was
turning into a nightmare again.
One day, there was a party at the mansion. We were all dressed in fancy
cocktail dresses and made to wear masks and serve the guests. I of
course was the only one with leg irons among them.
For Sofia, it was another opportunity to humiliate me. She took me to a
small group. Made me kneel down and cuffed my wrists behind me. Then she
told me to go and offer myself to each and every member of the group.
For that group I was a Christmas present. They spanked me, fucked me,
and made me give blow jobs as well as eat pussy. I was a straight man.
Sure I had started liking dressing up, but I had no desire to be with
men. But I didn't have any choice in the matter. A slave is a slave. At
one point of time, I had a cock in my mouth and a cock in my ass and
tears on my face. It was the last straw. I knew I needed to get out of
this place now.
Hurt, raped and humiliated, I made my bid for freedom that very night. I
lifted my skirts, threw caution to the wind and ran as fast as the leg
irons could allow me. Unfortunately, that wasn't very far. I was
captured a few feet from the gate.
As I knelt in front of a livid Mistress Victoria, chained and shamed,
she had a hurt look on her face. "After all that I have done for you..."
she said. And my tears started to flow.
"Sigh! There's nothing else to be done. Take him and put him to work at
my brothel," she told her guards, and walked away.
The End.
PS: Thank you for the encouraging comments in part 1. Your support means
a lot. Best. Sheena.
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