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"I can see our little Gwendolyn is going to be popular," she called out,
"so I'd better make sure she gets assigned fair and square! I know: We'll
use the turntable!"
Over to the side of the room was a small stage, and on this stage was a
slightly raised platform that apparently rotated, and upon which, I
presume, a go-go dancer performed. The thing was about three feet in
diameter, and a switch to one side of the stage set it in motion. It was
over to this that I was dragged by Freda, who casually scooped up some
extra "equipment" enroute. I tried to object, but as soon as I opened my
mouth, the brutally efficient lesbian manager stuffed a plastic dildo-gag
into it, silencing me completely as she strapped it tightly behind my
head. I saw to my surprise that this dildo was double-ended! About four
inches of it filled my mouth, while an additional twelve jutted obscenely
out in front of me! I was pushed roughly down to my knees on the
turntable as Freda clipped the chain connecting my handcuffs to the back
of my collar, twisting my arms painfully up behind my back and forcing me
to thrust out my chest lewdly.
Just then, from the corner of my eye, I saw Dorothy and Angela push
through the crowd towards me. But that was the last thing I saw for
awhile, as someone called out, "Blindfold her so she can't cheat!" and a
wide leather strap was tied tightly over my long-lashed eyes.
There I sat, nude, on the back of my legs, bound and blindfold with that
ridiculous dildo-gag protruding from my red lips while my breasts jiggled
shamefully in front of me. Had Dorothy and Angela made it up here yet?
Would they put a stop to this? Could they?
I heard several chairs being placed around the rim of the turntable and
the sound of bare backsides settling onto them. Then the turntable
started to spin.
With my hands twisted up behind me like that, I could keep my balance for
only a few seconds. I quickly sprawled off to one side, slapping my
breasts down onto the wooden stage as laughter rang in my ears. I knew I
was supposed to crawl forward, but I wondered how to pick the right
direction. Were Dorothy and Angela even in the circle? I managed to get
to my knees and edge forward.
Suddenly, I felt a hand squeezing my breast and I was roughly pushed
back. Apparently I had been headed between two of the chairs. I raised
myself up again and went off at approximately right-angle to my previous
direction. This time I was more successful. I heard a sharp intake of
breath as I felt my left shoulder graze a feminine knee. As my head moved
up the thigh towards its target, the legs slowly closed, guiding me home.
I was kept there for several minutes, moving my head back and forth like
a duck bobbing, diddling the anonymous vagina until she at last flung her
legs wide, gasping, and all but exploded in my face. Then I felt myself
hauled upwards by my collar as the blindfold was removed and I faced the
lucky winner.
It was Angela!
She looked straight into my eyes, her own green irises flashing like a
cat's. "Looks like my lucky night!" she hissed, for the benefit of the
crowd.
I felt an odd mixture of anxiety and relief. Anxiety because I was unsure
of the intentions of this fire-haired homosexual. What plans did she have
for me, her feminized male blackmailer? And relief because I had escaped
becoming the property of one of those incredibly brutal-looking Bull
Dykes. Surely, I thought, Dorothy and Angela must have realized by now
that they would never find those negatives. I did a quick mental
calculation: They'd left the Bar before Nine and it was now Three in the
Morning. So that gave them six hours to search both my apartments, and I
knew they had failed. And now they were back probably hoping to make up
to me and save themselves the embarrassment of having those photos spread
all over the internet. They'd probably try anything now to get on my good
side.
Well, I thought, they'll have to go a long ways to make me get over the
humiliation of having my clothes stolen and being forced to act as a
lesbian slave in a place like this! And I was starting on a long list of
things I could put them through when
Crack!
Suddenly a hot burst of pain flashed across my naked buttocks! I screamed
into the dildo-gag and squirmed around, tugging in vain at my wrist-
cuffed neck collar.
Dorothy stood there, still in her victorian dress, but now with a wicked-
looking riding crop in her hands!
"Let's get moving, Beautiful," She sneered, "It's a long walk home, and
we don't want you getting too cold!"
Walk?!? My delicately-arched eyebrows shot up in surprise. I couldn't
walk anywhere like this! Could I???
It seemed I could. Angela clipped a leash to my dog collar, and, with
Dorothy using her riding crop to "encourage" me, I was led mincing and
balking out into the darkened street.
I felt simply awful. Although the streets were deserted at this hour,
every which way I turned I felt someone must be staring at my flashing
breasts, jiggling bottom, long, smooth, feminine legs, bare back and coy
little pussy -- all completely exposed as I pranced naked down a public
street! I felt my cheeks tingle and my ears ring, my tummy flutter with
embarrassment as I scampered behind Angela, trying to hurry us along, yet
not knowing where we were going.
"Slow up there, Gorgeous," Dorothy laughed, "Walk more like a Lady, with
your ankles close together. That's what you wanted to be, isn't it? Hold
up your head and show off those dishy titties of yours! Woo-woo! They
look sooo lovely! Swish that ass! C'mon, swish!"
She reinforced her orders with a few skillful cracks of the quirt she
carried, and soon I was sashaying down the street with an exaggeratedly
feminine gait, swinging my bare breasts and butt this way and that,
tugging downward on my cuffed wrists to accentuate my charms as I paraded
shamefully along.
Angela looked back at me and broke up laughing at the sight.
"Wonderful!" she tittered. "I can see this is going to be more fun than I
thought!"
****** * **** * * ** ** **** *
Somehow, we made it to our destination without being picked up by the
Police, although I melted inside whenever a cab driver slowed up to take
a good look at us, and once, when we passed a group of drunken-looking
prostitutes, I thought I'd faint from embarrassment at their taunts and
whistles. But the worst was yet to come. For our destination turned out
to be my own Lesbian Apartment!
We stepped into the mirrored interior and I looked around, seeing only
small signs of the extensive search that I knew must have gone on here.
And then my eyes fastened on the myriad reflections of me, nude, bound
and feminized -- and on the images of my captors, well-dressed and
smiling cruelly, and I shivered again.
Angela tugged downward on the leash, forcing me to my knees on the soft
carpet, and Dorothy unbuckled the straps of the dildo-gag, pulling the
hateful thing from my mouth at last.
"Where are the photos?" she asked dispassionately.
"Untie me!" I squealed hoarsely. "Let me loose or I'll put those pictures
all over the internet!"
Dorothy's hand shot out across my face, back and forth with lightning
speed, bringing tears to my eyes, until I dropped to the floor to avoid
the stinging pain.
"You may find that a bit difficult," she said, "in your present
situation. Now tell us where you've hidden them."
"No!" I tried to get up, failed, and cheeped feebly up at her from the
carpet, my breasts wiggling as I spoke. "Let me loose! Get out of here or
I'll scream!"
"Go ahead," Dorothy said calmly, "Perhaps you've forgotten that you had
this place soundproofed so you could make your sick-o videos without
bothering the neighbors! Oh yes," She went on, "My trained architect eyes
could tell there was something funny about this place the moment I
stepped inside it! So it didn't take me long to find the two-way mirrors,
the secret viewing room, the video cameras... and we decided that this
was the perfect spot to get the information out of you! Now where are the
photos?"
"Let me loose!" I tugged futilely at my bonds again, my bare woman-flesh
rubbing against the carpet as I squirmed, "I'll expose you both if you
don't untie me this instant!"
Dorothy's nostrils flared and she bent down to strike me again, but
Angela interceded.
"Get real, Lover," The red-haired beauty loomed over me mockingly, her
full breasts straining at the confines of her tight blouse, "And I'll
tell you what we think: We know you've got those photos hidden someplace.
But we also know that as long as we've got you tucked away here, there's
no way you're going to be sending them anywhere. Sure, you might have a
friend--"
"Although, knowing you, I doubt it!" Dorothy interrupted with a disgusted
snort.
"--a friend who's supposed to post them if anything happens to you,"
Angela went on, "But whoever that is will be sure to check with you,
won't he? And as long as one of us is here to intercept your phone calls,
and e-mails we can deal with that problem when it arises... if it does!"
"It won't," Dorothy said firmly, "I tell you, I know this worm, and he's
never had a close friend in, his life. Besides, I have the access codes
to all his internet contacts. No, those photos are someplace where he
can get at them, and the way I see it, we've got all the time in the
world to find out where!"
"So why don't you make it easy on yourself?" Angela purred. "Where are
the photos?"
"What if I tell you I destroyed them?" I asked tentatively.
"Now that would really be Bad News, wouldn't it?" Dorothy scoffed.
"'Cause how could you ever convince us that they were really gone?"
"And if we did believe you'd done a stupid thing like that," Angela put
in, "We wouldn't have any hesitation about putting you out of the way
permanently, to keep you from spreading filthy rumors about us. But like
I said: Why don't you get real, and save us all a lot of trouble. Where
are the photos?"
I shut my mouth firmly and looked stubbornly away.
"Okay," Dorothy said, "that's the way she wants to play it, and I've
brought over the equipment from my place. Let's get started on her!"
And start on me they did! Dorothy had indeed brought over "equipment"
from her place: costumes and gadgets that she used on herself and others,
and in no time at all, I found myself laced into one of her leather
corsets. This was a tough, heavily-boned but seductive item in shiny
black that ran from just under my breasts to just above my hips. It was
designed to severely restrict Dorothy's petite figure, but on my somewhat
larger frame, it felt like an incredibly cruel vise, pinching me in two,
especially when the girls took pleasure in tightening and re-tightening
the laces until a full five inches had been squeezed out of my middle,
and my breasts and bottom bubbled out the top and bottom of the garment
in a wildly exaggerated hour-glass effect.
Leather gloves came next, lacing all the way up to my arm pits. Then
leather boots that zipped clear up my thighs. Once again, these were
designed for Dorothy, and they fitted cruelly tight on me, restricting my
movements so that I couldn't bend my knees or elbows, and even the
slightest motion was painfully strenuous.
That's when they cuffed my wrists to my knees and started in on my
unprotected bottom with heavy leather paddles. I screamed in agony as
they smacked my poor rump again and again, until they got tired of the
noise and stuffed their panties in my mouth, binding them in with a
leather strap and only removing them every fifteen minutes or so to ask:
"Where are the photos?"
About Seven in the Morning they stopped to freshen up, so that they could
put in a quick appearance at work, and "take care of a few things". I was
bound in the bathtub, lying on my back, with my ankles tied to the hot
and cold water taps (I didn't dare move them for fear of turning on the
water and accidentally drowning myself) and my wrists bound behind my
back, so that I was forced to lie on my arms, an incredibly painful
position to be forced to assume for any length of time, especially since
I still wore the leather boots and gloves and that cruel corset.
But at length, numbness overtook the pain and I drifted into a fitful
sleep.
* *** ** * * *** * **** * * **** * * *** *** *
"Where are the photos?"
Dorothy and Angela were back, untying me, unlacing the agonizing leather
casings that had squeezed me like a sausage.
"Let me loose," I gasped stubbornly.
Silently, the girls removed my clothing and turned on the shower,
lathering me with fragrant soaps and soft lotions, soothing away the
effects of my hours of bondage. They were wearing only brief bikinis
themselves, and I found their lush bodies and tender caresses exciting
despite my pain and fear. My arms were too weak from the long confinement
to put up any resistance, but still, I wonder if I would have fought them
even if I could as they teasingly perfumed and powdered my body, did my
hair, applied my makeup and fed me.
But when they both removed their brief attire and started walking arm in
arm towards the bedroom, I knew my chance for escape had come. Clutching
a towel to cover my curvaceous nudity, I moved on shaky legs to the door.
It was changed. Where once there had been a doorknob, there was now only
a shiny new lock plate, of solid-looking brass, with two keyholes. A
double lock!
"That's right, Sweetie," I heard Angela's voice behind me as she drew
near, gently pushing her breasts into my nude back. I felt her furry
pussy brush lightly across my bare bottom as she circled her arms
tenderly across my shoulders and gently kissed the side of my neck.
"You're all locked in, Sweet-ums! With two amorous lady-lovers! And you
so feminine and sexy! Also, we've bolted down the furniture, locked away
the silverware, dishes, and other solid objects, and moved the phones to
a safe place... with an answering machine!"
"So you see, Honey," Dorothy was beside me now, gripping my weakened arms
softly and turning me back towards the bedroom, "you're stuck here as
long as we want you... and do we want you!"
She ran a hand lovingly over my breasts, even as Angela darted her
fingers between my legs and caressed the false pussy over my male
genitals. I felt my male organs stiffen yearningly beneath the disguise,
and my feminine breasts swelled in response.
Angela kept kissing my neck and shoulders as the two of them pushed me
tenderly back towards the bedroom.
"Mmmmhmmm (Kiss!)" she nuzzled and whispered, "We could have such a nice
time.., such a nice time (Kiss!) if only you'll (Kiss!) tell us (Kiss!)
where those photos are!"
I felt the sexual ache rising in me as I was lowered onto the bed. I
wanted desperately to remove my crotch-cover and free my sex organs. You
can imagine how incredibly aroused I felt, I who have always been excited
by lesbians, now nude between these two equally naked beauties. But they
frustrated me, keeping my hands gently but firmly away from my sex organs
as they rubbed themselves over me, kissing my breasts, my neck, each
other....
It became an erotic blur. I remember Dorothy and Angela kneeling on each
side of me as I lay on my back, stroking their vulvas against my round,
firm breasts.., lying on my stomach and tonguing Angela to ecstasy as she
in turn paid oral homage to Dorothy... on my back again, with Dorothy
sitting on my face
and Angela lying between my legs... a dozen different lesbian
permutations, teasing, stroking, breasts, buttocks, thighs and pussies---
all leaving me achingly unsatisfied as the two hot-blooded bitches
whispered threats and promises in my ears.
"C'mon, Honey, tell us (kiss-kiss!)"
"No. Please, no."
"Awww, don't you want to have fun? Don't you want us, Sweetie?"
"Mmmmno. Oh, please! Mmmmm."
"Don't you want to be a man again?"
"Do you want to be a woman all your life?"
"Wouldn't you like to party with us? (kiss-kiss!)"
"Do we have to keep you tied up and feminized forever?"
"Mmmmngh! Yes; I mean, No! I mean... Oh please stop! Please let me
mffgh!" My protests were smothered by passionate lips.
Finally, I remember sitting beside the bed on a low silken footstool,
wrists bound behind my back with satin cords, staring helplessly at the
two women passionately entertwined on the bed, eating my heart out in
frustration as I tried without success to hump myself on the padded
cushion.
Then it was back to the leather gloves, boots, and that awful corset, all
of them laced even tighter this time. Dorothy added a discipline helmet
that left me silent, blindfolded, and without hearing. I was truly
helpless now as I felt them work together to tie my ankles to a ring on
top of my helmet, bind my elbows and wrists behind me, curling me up into
a compacts and curvaceous leather-and-flesh ball, then drag me across the
floor. I felt some sort of strap fastened around my thighs, then tugged
upwards, leaving me suspended upside down. I had no idea how high off the
floor I was, or whether I was in the living room, bathroom... or out in the
hallway! A playful hand swatted my naughty bare bottom, then tweaked my
nipples impertinently. And then nothing. For how long, I do not know.
I didn't even know if it was day or night!
* ** ** ********* * *** **** *
"Where are the photos?"
I was wearing high heels, sheer black stockings, a frilly garter belt,
and lacey white maid's cap and apron. My blonde hair had grown longer by
now, but it was beautifully curled and styled, and my face was perfectly
made up, with full red lips, delicately-rouged cheeks, dramatic eye
shadow, and long mascaraed lashes. I had even, on instructions from my
mistresses, rouged my nipples. A delicate ankle chain tinkled merrily as
I minced about, forcing me to take small steps with my feet close
together. Another chain, slightly longer, held my elbows loosely behind
me, so that I could use only one hand at a time as I served tea and cakes
to Angela and Dorothy.
I pretended not to hear the question, even as I tried to ignore the hot
eyes of the two beautiful women devouring my shamefully exposed breasts
and buttocks, and did my best not to look at my sexy feminine reflection
in the mirrored walls all around me.
"Very well, Gwendolyn," Dorothy said, using the name they called me all
the time now, "This has gone on long enough. Angela and I simply do not
have the time to keep an eye on you, try to pry loose the information we
need, and still lead our own lives. Now do you intend to tell us where
the photos are, or must we take other measures?"
I stayed silent, eyes lowered.
"Hee-hee!" Angela giggled, "She looks so sweet when she pouts like that!
You know, I hardly ever think of her as a man anymore."
"With all the female hormones we've been feeding her, she probably isn't
much of one," Dorothy agreed. Just then, to my surprise, the door chimes
sounded. "That'll be the girls."
Dorothy rose and walked confidently to the door, unlocking it with the
keys she kept on a bracelet. I backed hesitantly away, embarrassed at the
prospect of being seen by strangers, feeling myself blush as I tried to
raise my hands over my breasts and keep my bare backside from view.
Slap!
The back of Angela's hand cracked across my rump, and I jumped and
squealed.
"Oh no, Beautiful!"She grinned, tossing her red hair playfully, "You're
staying right here to greet your new Mistresses. Besides, I think you
already know these two!"
And, to my amazement, in walked Maria and Chita, the two Latino hookers I
had videotaped so long ago. (And, I recalled, the two who had first
steered me to Ms Sade's Night Club, where all my troubles started!)
"Hee hee hee!" Maria pointed at me, laughing, and exploded into a torrent
of merry Spanish-or-something that I couldn't understand.
"Si! Si!" Her friend Chita laughed and replied somethingequally
incomprehensible.
"Curtsey, Gwendolyn," Dorothy prompted as she finished re-locking the
door and turned to me with a meaningful look in her eye, "Curtsey for
your Mistresses!"
I swallowed the lump in my throat and bobbed obediently.
"Hello -uh- -er- M-M-Mistresses?"
"That's right," Angela explained, smiling, "It took us a little time to
find the two girls oh your videotape, but once we told them a little bit
about you, they were only too glad to help out."
"Especially since I can use the funds from your companyto pay them a very
handsome salary," Dorothy added, "And believe me, they're going to earn
every penny of it!"
"S-Salary?" I gasped, still blushing in embarrassment at the frankly
amused stares of the two dark-skinned women. They were taking in every
aspect of my scanty, silly, sexy, servile outfit and smiling with
delight"But- but what will they do?"
Maria strode up to me as Chita sat down in an armchair. "We your new
Bosses, Chiqui," she said, cupping a handunder my breast and tweaking the
nipple. "Jus' like our Boss use' to get paid for keeping eye on us, now
we get paid for keepingeye on you!"
From her chair, Chita snapped a command that I did notunderstand. As I
stared at her in blank incomprehension, Maria stepped swiftly behind me
and, with skill born of years on the Street, kicked smartly at the backs
of my knees with her pointed shoes. Instantly, my legs buckled under me
and I fell to my knees, somehow managing to wave my bound elbows behind
me and keep from falling on my pretty face.
Chita barked the order again, and this time she had her skirt raised and
her legs spread wide. She wore no panties.
I understood her at last, and began shuffling towards her on my knees, my
lacey apron skirt rustling, bare breasts jiggling, my tongue already
obediently out between my painted lips.
"This going to be fun!" Maria laughed delightedly. "Doing whatever we
wish with the Gringa!"
"Don't think it'll all be pleasure," Dorothy cautioned, "after all, she
can be a very naughty girl, and will need a lot of discipline and
spankings."
"And constant bondage," Angela put in.
"Don't worry," Chita pulled my head in closer to her and clamped her
thighs over my ears. I could just barely hear her add, "We can handle
this Chiqui!"
***
I was dressed in white rubber.
White rubber thigh-length boots with cruelly pointed toes and achingly
high heels. White rubber gloves, arm-length and skin-tight; gloves that
ended not in fingers but in restricting hand-pods. White rubber corset,
reinforced and cinched in to breath-taking narrowness, exaggerating the
prominence of my bare breasts and bottom. White rubber bathing cap, so
tight that it looked painted on my head, and secured
with a heavy white strap under my chin.
In my mouth, I held a huge, wet, soapy white sponge, and there were white
plastic nipple-clamps secured to each of my breasts, with a bar of soap-
on-a-rope hanging from each one as I leaned over the sunken black marble
tub.
In the shiny ebony pool, Chita and Maria sported gaily, squirming around
among the thick bath bubbles, kissing and lathering each other's olive-
skinned bodies. Just the sight of them made me nearly swoon with the long
sexual frustration I endured. How I yearned to remove that damned false
pussy that had imprisoned my cock for months now, and get some sexual
relief!
The burning desire must have shown in my eyes, for Maria turned to me
(her bare ass squeaking erotically against the marble tub) and patted my
cheek tenderly with her wet hand.
"Poor Chiqui," she cooed as bath bubbles dripped excitingly from her bare
breasts, "But you know you must be punished. Chita told me this morning
how you tried to bribe her last night to let you go while I was taking my
night courses. It's the same thing you tried on me while she was in
school!"
The soapy sponge in my mouth brought tears to my eyes as she continued,
"Don't you know there's nothing you can give us we aren't getting now?
That sweetheart Dorothy is providing us with clothes, a nice
apartment--why she's even paying us to go to school and improve ourselves!
Where do you think two girls like us would ever get another chance like
this? And she and Angela watch you on weekends so we can go out and enjoy
ourselves.., why we're even on the Company retirement Plan!"
Chita reached over and plucked the soap from my left breast, causing me
to moan with pain and swallow more of the soapy water from the sponge in
my mouth. It made my ears ring, and by the time they had cleared, Maria
was just finishing, " .... so where else would two girls get such an
opportunity, just for watching you and making a few movies?"
My head was spinning again, but it was from her words now.
Movies?!?
Trish
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