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Hooker's Captive
By "c.c."
"Mistress?" I asked the lovely black prostitute, "Will you please spank
me?"
"You ask so sweet, how could I refuse?" she laughed wickedly, looking me
up and down. Since all I was wearing was a pink ribbon--tied crushingly
tight over my cock and balls--there was a lot of me to see.
As she pulled me over her knee, my ass invitingly upraised, I wondered
how I, good-looking, and wealthy Jack Williams, ever got into this.
It had seemed like a blessing in disguise. A few hookers had moved into
one of my apartment houses, a modern nine-unit building between Campus
and Downtown. Some of the tenants complained, so I raised everybody's
rent--just to see who I should listen to. A few of the older tenants
moved out, but they were quickly replaced by several more prostitutes,
so I knew I had a good thing. I could raise the rent whenever I felt
like it, and I often did. If the girls dared to complain, I simply
reminded them how easy it would be to evict them, or to have the cops
harass them while they were waiting for appeals from the rent-control
board.
Surprisingly, the biggest complaint I got was from the girl I'd hired to
run the building, a cute chick named Aida who was working her way
through Business College. I fired her for disloyalty and took over
running the place myself until I could find a man to take care of it.
Naturally, this meant another rent increase.
It was while I was checking out a routine plumbing problem that
catastrophe struck. The tenant's name was Veronica, and if she made her
living as a hooker, well, she was certainly well-equipped for it! Long,
wavy red hair cascaded over her shoulders like an auburn waterfall,
framing a gorgeous face and a body that just wouldn't quit. Her firm
breasts and ripe ass seemed to flow sensuously beneath her powder-blue
dress.
Like I said, I'm not a bad-looking guy myself, and I thought maybe I
could get something started with this honey, but she was strictly
business.
"The problem's here in the bathroom, Mr. Williams, the bath tub just
won't drain," she showed me the tub, full of scented what that she'd
used that morning. "Can't you do something about it?"
"Come off it, Miss Pond," I snapped. "DoI look like I came here to do
plumbing?" I gestured at the expensive suit I wore. "I'll have the
plumber out in about a week. Of course I'll have to charge. . . Wait a
minute! What's this?"
As I was talking, I noticed that the plug was still in the bathtub
drain. Of course it wouldn't empty with the plug in! Impulsively, I
leaned over to pull it out.
Suddenly, my feet went out from under me! I felt a strong shove. The
room spun and I landed with a splash in the oversized tub.
"Awwwk!" I sputtered, trying to stop my head from spinning. "Help me!"
"Sure thing, Mr. Williams," Veronica smiled, "First let's get you out of
those wet clothes!"
Something was wrong here. Why was she smiling like that? I gripped the
slippery sides of the tub and sat up. "No way! I'm going to. . ."
And then I stopped talking fast because I was submerged. Veronica
swiftly grabbed one of my ankles and pulled it high, forcing my head
into the pungent water. I tried to pull myself up again, but something
hit my head. It was my shoe! She was pulling off my shoes!
"Can't go around in wet shoes, can we Mr. Williams?" Her smile was
definitely menacing, "Now let's have that jacket!"
"What are you doing? What is this --ugg!" I had started to pull myself up
again, but Veronica moved behind me, grabbing my shirt tail. Her sharp
nails tore into the fabric as she tugged it up, buttons popping. She
would have pulled the shirt completely off my body, I think, but my
necktie held it on, and my arms got hung up in the sleeves. I think I
also got tangled up in my jacket--I can only guess at what was going on
because Veronica knotted the whole mass over my head, blinding me and
pinning my arms up! As I struggled with the confining clothes, I felt
her strong hands again, undoing my belt, tugging down my pants and
underwear. With one particularly decisive wrench, they slid off!
By this time, I was in a state of mixed shock, fear and anger. The
nightmarishness of being suddenly attacked, for no apparent reason,
half-drowned, the clothes torn off me, held me in a grip of confusion.
As I twisted about, trying to free my head and hands from the knotted
mess of my shirt and coat, my mind also struggled, trying to find a
reason for whatever was happening to me.
But Veronica was still busy. She wrapped my belt around the morass of
clothing that trapped my arms and head. The belt tightened, and my limbs
lost what little freedom they had. Another tightening tug and the wet
clothing was pressed snugly to my face. I could hardly breathe!
"There! That should keep you still long enough for me to lay down the
rules!" Her voice was chillingly clear through my muffling bondage. "Now
listen close, Buster Butt, 'cause if you fuck this up, it's going to be
just too bad for you!"
She didn't have to tell me twice. All I could do was sit there, naked
from the neck down, and try not to anger her. I knew that if she decided
to push my head under that dirty water again, I'd never get back up.
"I'm a working girl. So are most of my friends, and we're not ashamed of
the work we do. But you think you can treat us like animals or
something. Well, I'm sick and tired of you taking advantage of us! And
when you fired that sweet kid Aida, you pulled your last dirty trick.
I've decided to show you what happens to landlords who mess with
hookers!"
"W-what do you want from me?" Trembling from the cold, and from fear I
sat there, up to my neck in water--and trouble.
"Just this--what's your name?"
"J-Jack."
SMACK! My pants, soaking wet, slapped against my chest like a whip,
wielded by the cruel Veronica. "Address me as 'Mistress,' slave!"
So that's her game! Well, we'd see how that worked out. True, I couldn't
do much now, but ifI could get my hands free, I'd show her the light! I
had a mental picture of me tearing her clothes off, and it was a very
agreeable picture indeed--but first, I had to get free!
"Yes, Mistress," The words seemed to catch in my reluctant throat as I
forced them out, "My name is J-Jack, Mistress." Just you wait, I
thought.
But Veronica seemed unaware of my real feelings.
"I'll call you Jackie. And, Jackie, your first duty as my slave is to
sit in that tub for another ten minutes. What's that? Afraid you'll
catch cold? Well I'll just turn on the hot water. Not too hard, I
wouldn't want the tub to overflow. Just enough to. . . there! Now you
sit there, and if you are a good slave, maybe I won't throw lye in the
tub! Ta-ta!"
I heard the door shut. Alone in the bathroom, I tugged at my bondage. No
use. I couldn't get my fingers inside my shirt to loosen my tie, or get
them outside my coat to loosen the belt. I was stuck. I shifted
uncomfortably. Boy, that water was getting warm! I felt it flow just
under my chin and gurgle out the overflow drain behind my head. How much
time had passed? I moved again. The water was making my skin tingle
uncomfortably. Even worse, the metal tub itself was heating up, as my
bare rump could tell. Where was Veronica?
Dammit, that tub was getting hot! There had to be some way of getting
out. I braced my feet and tried to buck my ass up, but I slipped and
smacked back down on the hot metal. Ouch! I kept trying, but all I
accomplished was to splash water up over my shoulders and smack my pain-
wracked bottom again and again.
Finally, long after I thought I could stand it no longer, I heard the
door open. Carefully, I listened to the water being shut off and the
plug pulled. That damn plug that started all this! The cool air on my
body was dizzying relief.
Hands were working on my tangled bondage, undoing my tie, pulling off
the belt. I breathed a sigh of relief as the whole thing was pulled off.
Freedom! I looked up, bracing myself to tackle Veronica.
But I was looking at two women!
Veronica smiled. "You remember Tanya, don't you, Jackie?"
I certainly did! Tanya was about six feet and two hundred pounds of
shapely, hard-muscled black girl. She shared an apartment in the
building with two other girls of dubious reputation.
"Hi, Jackie! Just call me Mistress Tanya. Boy, Veronica sure did a
number on you!" She laughed. Her breasts jiggled in her tight red top
and her hips moved seductively in the blue jeans she wore. "What did you
put in that water, Honey?"
"Just some hair remover," Veronica answered. "Don't you think it
improves his appearance?"
Shocked, I looked down at myself. My naked body, pink from the hot
water, was completely hairless! Legs, ass, chest, even my crotch was
bald! I was thankful that the hair on my head was spared.
But I wasn't grateful long. Tanya grabbed it--the hair on my head, that
is--and pulled me to my feet.
"Ain't you ashamed, showing yourself all naked like that?"
Before I could answer, Veronica cut in, "That certainly is a disgusting
display all right. Here, let me make him decent." She grabbed a pink
silk ribbon and began wrapping it firmly around my cock and balls,
confining and compressing them into a tight little package. When she
finished with a big, feminine bow, to trace of my male equipment was
left visible.
"Now, Jackie honey," Tanya said, "if you ask me real nice, I'll give you
your first spanking of the evening. And if you don't ask me real nice,
I'll throw you ass-first through the window."
Which was how I came to ask Tanya to spank me.
And how willingly she obliged!
Giggling, she sat down on the toilet and pulled me over her lap. "Oh,
you are so smooth and pink! This is gonna be like spanking a little
girl! Keep your head down, now. Here it comes!"
CRACK! Her hard palm, swinging down on my flesh--made tender by my long
bath--shot pain all over my backside. I writhed wildly.
"Hold still!" Tanya chided. And she swung one magnificent thigh over my
head, forcing me to keep still.
"Yes, and keep thanking her for this!" Veronica ordered.
"Ouch! Thank you!" I cried. "Oh! Thanks Mistress! Aw! Ow!
Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"
At least a dozen times more, Tanya landed her hand on my poor bottom. I
never thought a bare-hand spanking could hurt so!
"Let's have a party!" Veronica beamed as Tanya finished--at last--and
stood up, dumping me on the floor. "We'll have all the other girls over
and Jackie can wait on us."
I got slowly to my feet. The idea of having to serve at a party filled
me with dread, but one look at the muscular Tanya convinced me that I'd
be doing whatever these girls decided. That is, until escape was
possible.
But the girls were enthusiastic about the idea. "Sounds good!" Tanya
said. "We can have Cece and Francie over!"
"And Toni and Teri!"
"Great! I'll call them!"
"Why bother?" Veronica said. "They all live in this building; I'll just
send our slave to invite them over." She turned to me with mocking
tenderness. "Jackie, honey, you wouldn't mind running up to the third
floor and asking the girls over, would you? It's apartments A and B."
"Oh, I'll be happy to, Mistress!" This looked like my chance. I had
forgotten all about beating up on Veronica now. All I wanted was escape,
and this might be it. I reached for my wet clothes.
"Don't bother with those, Jackie," Veronica said imperiously. "They're
wet, and if you had them, you might be tempted to put them on and go
outside in the chilly air," she finished with a cruel sneer, "And we
wouldn't want our Jackie to catch cold!"
"But, er, Mistress," I protested, "I can't go out there like this!" My
silly ribbon flounced as I spoke.
"And why not? Thanks to you, people in this building are very used to
naked men."
"Please, please give me something to wear!"
"Well if it means that much to you, all right, but I don't think you'll
like it!"
I thought surely that no costume could make me feel worse than my
ridiculous pink Ribbon, but the girls proved how wrong I was! First they
put makeup on me. Eyebrow pencil, eye-shadow, long false lashes. Red
lipstick framed my mouth into a sexy pout. Powder and rouge made my
cheeks smooth and rosy.
Then, as Veronica combed my hair into a feminine style, Tanya painted my
nails with brilliant red nail polish. A pair of pink shoes with six-inch
heels - much too tight, but forced on anyway-- completed my outfit.
"There now! You could take off the shoes and try to run for it," Tanya
explained, "But you won't get that makeup and polish off! Can you
imagine what the cops would do to you if they found you out running
around like that?"
"Now remember, it's apartments 3A and 3B. We wouldn't want you knocking
on the wrong doors, Jackie. Oh, I almost forgot Sadie. She's in 1B."
Veronica gushed on as she pushed me out into the hallway. "Now smile and
curtsy when you invite everyone, Slave, and when you're finished maybe
we'll let you back in." The door slammed behind me.
I really think I hit bottom then. Half-naked, feminized, locked out and
in dire fear of further punishments, I had no choice but to obey orders.
Fearfully, I minced to the elevator. My reflection in its mirrored
interior almost made me die of shame. My painful shoes seemed to
emphasize the alluring feminine smoothness of my long legs and jutting
ass. The sweeping hair that framed my demure, painted face set off my
dramatic lips and bright nails. And the pink ribbon that hid the only
evidence of my manhood seemed to mock me as cruelly as the girls had!
At the third floor, I timidly knocked at apartment 3A.
"Yeh? Whatisit?" The casual, Latin manner of Frenchie Mendez, as she
answered the door, was suddenly replaced by surprise--and amusement.
"Hey! Has one of de girls caught a sucker or somethin'?"
Forcing a smile, I curtsied on trembling legs. "Mistress Veronica would
like to invite you and. . . Mistress Cecile to a party, M-mistress!"
"Hey Cecile!" Francie called. "Get a load of this!" Cece, chunky and
blonde, came to the door, and I had to repeat my shameful performance.
"Ain't you the guy that owns this building?" she asked. I couldn't
answer. The mortification was just too much. Blushing all over, I hung
my head.
'Well sure!" Francie laughed, "I wouldn't miss this party for nothin'."
It went like that, with minor humiliating variations, at the other
apartments. In no time at all, Veronica's apartment was filled with
partying hookers. I had to simper about, serving drinks, smiling,
passing out snacks, curtsying, offering up my pratt for spankings,
cooing, "Oooh, thank you Mistress!" and running around on a thousand
silly errands. Someone decided that they needed pictures to remember
this occasion, so I was forced to hold a dozen ridiculous poses,
dancing, holding a dildo in my mouth, touching my toes, and asking for
spankings. Ouch! Then Veronica thought that some bondage poses would be
nice, and the girls rounded up some equipment and went to work.
And what work they did! It was awful! Walking around with my elbows tied
to my knees; neck to knees and elbows to ankles, all tied tightly,
before I was set--upside down--on the toilet. Later an earring was clamped
to my nose. This was attached with a two-foot cord to a pair of ankle
cuffs and I had to parade around like that, ass-overhead, while the
girls took swats at and pictures of me.
But their ideas got even more cruelly ingenious. I was freed of my other
bondage and a tight pink satin-and-lace corset was laced around my
middle, pinching my waist in cruelly. The top of the corset was shaped
like a demi-bra, and it seemed to push my chest out, shaping modest-
sized (but immodest-looking) breasts. Some sort of stiff collar, narrow
at the back but wide at the front pushed my chin back until I could only
look straight up in the air. Long, elbow-length gloves were laced on my
arms: strong leather gloves with steel rings on the inner wrists. These
rings clipped onto matching rings on my corset, pinning my hands to my
hips so that I looked like a strutting hooker!
In this outfit, the girls made me prance around the room. The only way I
could see ahead of me was to bend over at the waist--an agonizing feat.
Naturally, this forced my bare bottom--now red from spanking --out
prominently, emphasized by the tight corset and high heels. And every
swishing step in those heels made my breasts jiggle sexily!
"Goodness!" laughed Toni, a deceptively innocent-looking teenager, "I
never knew a man could be so transformed! Why, if we put Jackie out on
the street like that, I bet she could turn tricks for us!"
"Sure!"
"Let's give it a try!" chuckled Veronica.
"What? Take her --uh, him--out on the street? Like that? Won't it be
dangerous?"
"Not at all. Jackie knows that if she tries anything we'll have nothing
to lose -but she will! We can always pass her off as a kinky customer.
We'll all crowd around her when we don't want her seen, and if things
get too risky, we'll just split and leave her."
"Sounds good."
"Yeah!"
"Oh please, Mistresses," by this time the girls had ordered me to speak
only in a high feminine voice, and it was in this voice that I now
begged. "Please don't take me out there! I'll give you money,
everything, anything."
"Don't look like you got a whole lot to give, just now," Tanya smiled,
"And besides, it might be nice havin' a dude turn tricks for me for a
change!"
Before I could protest any more, Tanya popped a dildo in my mouth and
ordered me to hold it. Then Veronica snapped a ring around my concealed
cock and balls and clipped a leash to it.
"Come on, Jackie!" She gloated, "You look like you could use a little
night air. Now don't make me tug too hard on this leash!"
Surrounded by hookers, feminized, bound into that outlandish strutting
posture, holding the dildo in my lipsticked mouth, I followed the tug of
the leash and swished out, my high heels clicking beneath me.
How far we walked, I don't know. It was like some awful dream. I heard
whistles and cat-calls, and I couldn't tell if they were mocking me, a
feminized man, or responding to my sexy appearance. Now and then, the
girls would interest some passer-by and try to strike a bargain. Hands
would stroke my legs or bare ass. They would explore, between my thighs,
and they weren't always disappointed--or even surprised--at what they
found there. With my hands locked at my hips, forced to look only up in
the air, silenced by the plastic cock, I had no way to defend myself, no
way to put them off.
Then Veronica stopped to chat with a friend and co-worker. She casually
slipped my cock-leash under her high-heeled shoe, then pulled up on the
free end, forcing me to squat like a toad. From that lowly position I
still looked up, but now I could see my amused mistresses looking down
at me. I could also see which girls were wearing panties under their
short skirts! Their round asses moved dizzyingly about my head.
"Hey!" Sadie shouted, "I think he's enjoying this! Why he's looking at
my ass!"
"Oh he is, is he?" Veronica loomed over me. 'Well if he likes it so
much, he can just stay like that!" She quickly tied the leash first to
my right ankle, then (with about a foot of slack) to my left ankle,
forcing me to stay in that squatting pose. "Come on, Jackie, let's get
moving! Duck-walk!" She kicked my rump and I moved on, scampering
ridiculously. It was much harder to walk this way, but wheneverI slowed
down an obliging foot always connected with my ass.
Then, to my surprise, Aida walked up. Aida, my ex-employee, seeing me
like this!
"Hi girls! What's this?"
"This," Tanya nudged me with her boot, "is your boss!"
"You mean my former boss. He fired me so he could run the building
properly, remember? How's he doing?"
"She," Francie tickled one of my breasts, "is peddlin' her ass all over
town. We goin' to sell her to the highest bidder!"
"Really?" Aida looked interested. "Hmmm. Let me talk to her a minute."
She calmly reached down and took the dildo from my mouth. Then she
tucked the slimy thing in the gap between my breasts. "Well, looks like
you got yourself in quite a fix!" she smiled.
"Please--please help me," I gasped, "I'll do anything. Anything! Just
don't let them sell me off as a prostitute!"
"Anything?" Aida flicked my nipples thoughtfully. "What If I made you
stay like that for a while? Or fed you female hormones? Or saved you
from a Hooker's life but forced you to take some lowly, degrading job
like maid or secretary?"
I hesitated. A maid? Me? Why I hired and fired secretaries!
Tanya noticed my reluctance. "This dumb honky ain't never gonna go for
that," she scoffed, "Let's just take him down to some gay bar and sell
his ass."
"No!" I cried. "I'll do it! I'll do whatever you say!"
"Are you sure, now?" Aida teased, "It'll mean some big changes, you
know. First, you'll have to sign all the papers giving me control of
your legal and financial interests, then there'll be the marriage
license..."
"Marriage?" I squawked.
"Oh yes! It'll be much easier to control you if I can keep an eye on you
all the time. But I won't tie you down to the house. Weekdays you can
work as my secretary. I'll need some help taking over your office at
first. And it might be fun teaching you typing and shorthand with little
rewards and punishments! Then at night, you can be my maid. I'll get you
a cute little uniform and you can clean the apartment, fix the meals,
and attend me in the bath. And on weekends you can visit the girls here.
I'm sure they can find lots of nice things for you to do!"
"Well?" Veronica confronted me. "What'll it be? Maid and Sex-slave for
Aida, or full-time hooker for us?"
My knees and calves ached in the high heels, cramped down in my
squatting position. The corset that arched my back seemed to be cutting
me in two. A reluctant tear rolled down my made-up face and between my
budding breasts as I turned my mascaraed eyes to Aida.
"Please take me--Mistress!"
Aida smiled, a leer of cruel amusement. "Why of course, Jackie honey!
The pleasure's going to be all mine!"
thEnd!
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