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"In step now, Slaves!" Clinton called from the driver's seat. "A smart trot or a smarting ass!" And he cracked the whip. My feelings as we trotted through the woods were confused, to say the least. I thought I could trust Clinton Crayle, whatever he was doing... but I mean, here I was, hijacked from one owner and in the power of a male who acted quite amused at my enforced femininity. Forced to make like a pony-girl no less! Yet I also felt a ray of encouragement. Crayle had figured out that Rod must be working with my Cousin Julia in an elaborate scheme to trap me like this. Rod must have tipped off Julia the first day she saw me at Zelda's TV boutique! Now, however, it looked like Clinton had the edge on them both -- but it might be some time before he could turn them despite his sympathy for me... a poor feminized male! Well, at least it meant I had escaped my Cousin's trap. Knowing Julia's perverted imagination, there's no telling what she would have done to me once I was in her power. Now, at least, I had a chance at freedom. And with Eva due here any day, it looked even better. "Knees higher!" Clinton cracked the whip on my bare rump, and I realized I certainly wasn't free yet! For nearly an hour we cantered through the woods, trotting at Clinton's direction. Finally he pulled us up to a shady spot and got out of the cart. "One sip apiece from the canteen, Girls," he said, loosening our gags. "Got to take care of the livestock, you know. I want you to look good when we get to the Stable-Harem!" "The Stable-Harem?" Rod protested. "But that's where they keep slave girls! You promised to release me!" "I promised to release you when we got to the cabins," Clinton sneered. "But you're not going to make it that far. I'm going to arrange for the three of you to spend some time as Slaves!" "The three of us?" Hannah flashed. "But we're supposed to be partners!" "That's right -- Partner!" Clinton pushed the gag back into Hannah's mouth. "I need to park this filly where I can get at him -- and I need you to keep an eye on him!" He pushed the gag back in my mouth also. "The Stable-Harem is the best place I know of to keep you under wraps until I can take care of your cousin Julia and figure out what Eva's pat in this is!" he whispered -- then climbed back into the driver's seat and cracked the whip. "Giddy-up now!" By the time we reached the large remodeled barn known as the Stable- Harem, we three pony girls were on the brink of exhaustion. At the massive door, Clinton passed some money to the well-built black woman who ran the place and we girls were ushered inside. But when Clinton tried to enter, the Black Woman blocked his path. "But can't I see what you're going to do with them?" he asked. "No way," the Black Woman said firmly. "The only way for me to run this stable properly is with an iron fist, and that means severe restrictions on visitors. No women guests unless they're cleared with me personally and-" She looked at Clinton meaningfully. "No men guests at all!" Somewhat chagrined, Clinton left and the Black Woman led us to a comfortable dressing room. Once inside, however, much to my surprise, she immediately began removing the bondage from Rod and Hannah! "Did he hurt you too bad, Honey?" she asked tenderly. "Not too bad." Rod smiled and drew her breath as she undid the corset. "But I'm sure glad I made arrangements with you, Beth." Both women turned questioning eyes to Hannah. "Deal me in with you!" She smiled. "One thing I hate, it's a smart-ass man!" The women freed her and Beth sauntered up to me contemptuously. "Looks like this one was too smart for his own good!" Cowering there before her, still bound and naked, as Rod and Hannah dressed, I felt myself blush. It seemed the tables were turning again, and I was powerless before this dominant Black Woman who regarded my feminized body with amused scorn. "She's going to be a problem," Hannah mused. "And for that matter, so are you Rod. If I'm going to trap Clinton Crayle, I'll need for both of you to drop out of sight for a while!" "That's easy for me." Rod smiled. "Just let me at some makeup and stand back!" Within minutes, Rod had transformed herself outwardly into a man, the way I had first seen her long ago at Zelda's. Makeup accentuated her strong chin and cheekbones, and filled out her eyebrows. A false mustache and sideburns completed her face. A wide bandeau flattened her small breasts and bulky clothing hid the rest of her figure. To all appearances, she was now a man! "That's incredible!" Hannah gasped as Rod showed off her transformation. "But what about -er- Julia here?" "I think I can take care of her," Beth said. "Just leave her to me!" And she scooped up my nearly-naked feminine body in her powerful arms. "Come along, Honey!" She smiled. "We'll just make sure that no one ever mistakes you for your cousin Julia again!" And she effortlessly carried me off to a room outfitted as a beauty parlor. Oh, what she did to me there! I blushed, I cringed to even think about it! She started off by giving me a mild sedative, not enough to knock me out, but enough to make me a little hazy about what was happening, andquite docile. Working skillfully, painstakingly, she removed my pussy-wig. But my poor cramped genitals were barely free for an instant before she began to apply another, slightly different one. I saw vaguely that this one seemed smoother and darker than the other, but it was built in the same way; a small strong cup for my balls, a tube to permit me to empty my bladder, and a flesh-like covering for the whole thing, bonded directly to my skin with latex. Next, to my utter horror, she began shaving my head! I tried feebly to protest, but Beth smilingly ignored my pleas, barbering my scalp until it was as smooth and hairless as my ass. When I began to weep, she removed my eyebrows as well! Finally, she turned on strong sun lamps and began plying my body with some kind of dark oil. She removed all my bondage so as to be able to get at my whole body, but I was too frightened to even think of escape as she massaged the oil into every inch of my skin. "Perfect!" she said at last. "Now just lie there for a while, Honey. In about half an hour, you'll hear a little bell. When that happens, I want you to roll over and lay on your tummy for a bit. I'll come in and tell you when to stop. And remember, no unnecessary movements, or Mommy will spank!" In a daze, I lay there, feeling the tranquilizer slowly, slowly wear off. I wondered what Beth had done to me, but I was too drugged to try to get up and see myself, and I meekly turned over when the bell sounded. It was maybe an hour later when the effects of the sedative had completely passed. I was getting restless. Then I heard the door open, and Beth entered with Rod and Hannah. "Oh Beth!" Rod gasped looking at me. "You're a genious!" "She certainly is!" Hannah agreed. "Get up, Slave, and let us look at you!" A little weakly, I got to my feet. And as the girls got a good look at me, I too got my first look at the New Me in a full-length mirror. And now I knew why my new crotch-cover was smooth and dark. It had to be, to match the rest of me! All over my body, from my smooth-shaved scalp to my painted toes, my skin had been dyed a dark, rich brown. It seemed to glow like polished mahogany. Astonished I moved closer to the mirror for a better look. Now I could see my new pussy-wig in detail. But it wasn't a wig at all! Molded from flesh-like rubber, it looked exactly like a shaved black pussy! I realized that that's exactly what I was now, a Shaved Black Pussy. Deprived of my sex, of my natural skin-color, without even the dignity of my own hair, I looked just like some very exotic, very feminine, and - and very lowly sex-toy! Tears welled up in my eyes as the girls lit cigars (MY cigars. I remembered!) admired me and made their plans. "Perfect!" Rod was saying. "No one would ever recognize her! And now that I'm in male-mode, anyone who sees us will think that we're just a man and his very embarrassed slave!" "I've made preparations for the two of you to move into a new cabin," Beth said. "You'd better get going!" "What about you, Hannah?" Rod asked, picking up some lengths of leather cord. "Where will you be staying?" "I'll stay right here for a while," Hannah said. "I need to make Clinton think I'm a prisoner here, but that you two have escaped. Also, I need to make a long-distance call to Julia -- and to one other person!" Since it was late, and Rod was too tired for any elaborate bondage, she simply tied my wrists together behind my back, hobbled my ankles and ran a cord from my wrists down to my ankles, forcing me to stand very straight. Then she clipped a leash to my wrists and passed it between my legs, so that as she tugged it, she appeared to be leading me by the pussy! In this fashion, we walked in the gathering darkness to our new cabin. "Please, Rod," I whispered when we were alone. "You've got to get me out of here!" "Get you out?" Rod raised an eyebrow. "Whatever for, Dear? Things are just getting interesting!" "I'll pay you!" I pleaded. "As much as you want!" "Oh you will, will you?" We had reached the cabin, and Rod roughly opened the door and shoved me in. I sprawled there on the floor as she strode in and towered over me, her masculine disguise making her look even more imposing in contrast to my shaven feminine nudity. "Listen, you Black Cunt," she snapped. "All your life you've thought all you needed was money. You wanted it so bad that you thought nothing of going to these ridiculous lengths to rob your own cousin! Well, you're in a fix now that your money can't buy you out of." She picked up a leather paddle and swung it with relish. "You're a shaved, black, feminized little she-male slave, and you're going to stay that way as long as it pleases me! Now bend over. I'm going to really tan that ass of yours!" NO! I thought as she swung the paddle, I just wanted that money for the environment and for-for..... WHAPP! SWACK!!! SLLAAPPP!!!!! As the paddle slammed repeatedly into my bare rump, I blinked back tears and tried to think of a way out of this. Eva, I thought, or Clinton. They could help me. If only they could find me! For the next few days, I was confined to the cabin under Rod's strict supervision. She kept all the clothes under lock and key and saw to it that at all times I was naked, bound, and busy serving her, either fixing her meals, attending her in the bath, or orally pleasuring her luscious womanhood. I thought desperately, racking my brains for some method of escape, some way to contact Clinton, or better yet, Eva. But Rod gave me no chance. One evening, Beth came over and the two women amused themselves by discussing me as I painted their toenails. "You know," Beth said. "No one would ever guess that a man could be so feminized and still have his cock and balls. She does still have them, doesn't she?" "Oh yes," Rod said. "They're definitely right under that shaved crotch cover. When she's been bad, I sometimes stroke her there. She's so horny now that even the slightest sexual stimulation is agony for her. By the way, I've changed her name to Lillian to avoid confusion." "How sweet! You know, I could really do a lot with her!" "More than this?" Rod asked, gesturing down at the spectacle of me, feminized, totally hairless and black-skinned, crouching nude on the floor, painting her toenails. "Much more," Beth explained. "A lot of kinky people come here, many of them even more kinky than they like to let on. Now what if a guy was a closet-Gay type and we let him know that we had one or two totally convincing she-male submissives! Just think -- he could take them out in front of all the other guests, fondle her, take her from the rear or make her go down on him in front of everybody -- and only he would know that it's really a man!" "Wild!" Rod laughed. "Or you could also use them for women like me, who like to have a male slave around and exercise their lesbian tendencies at the same time!" "Oh." Beth looked interested. "Do you have lesbian tendencies, Darling?" "Do I!" Rod smiled. "Come on in the bedroom and find out! But bring Lillian. You won't believe how sexy that black bald head of hers feels between your legs!" "Mmm!" Beth rose and unceremoniously pulled me to my feet by grabbing my ass. "Sounds good! I've heard so much about her cunt-lapping technique, I'd like to see what kind of an asslicker she is." And hours later, after a great deal of humiliation and sexual torment, I was a very good ass-licker indeed. It was early the next day when Rod got the phone call from Hannah that she'd been expecting. I could only catch parts of the conversation, but when Rod finished by saying. "I'll bring her right over!" I knew I was in for trouble. Rod insisted that I make up my face extra carefully and checked my black body closely for any signs of masculine hair. Then she made sure my crotch-cover was still effectively disguising and confining my true gender, by stroking herself up against me until I was weeping with the crushing pain of my hampered would-be erection and with the terrible frustration of sexual need. Satisfled, she gave my full breasts a squeeze. "Very good Lillian!" she said. "Now for a little bondage and you'll be all set!" A "little bondage" proved to be perfectly awful! First steep, tight high-heeled shoes that cramped my feet and brought me up on tiptoe. Then a tight rigid corset that compressed my waist by eight inches and arched my back painfully. A wide, very wide, collar came next, so that I had to strain my neck further than ever before. "Please, Mistress," I gasped painfully. "This is awful! Take it off! Please!" "Take-it off?" Rod smiled. "An outfit that shows off your feminine charms so nicely? Look how that corset makes you flaunt your breasts out! Notice how you have to bend at the waist just to see in front of you, showing off that sexy black ass! Oh, and when you walk in those heels, you set the whole thing swaying and jiggling delightfully! Take it off, indeed! I think I'll add some more." So saying, she put cuffs on my elbows and tied them with short cords to D-rings on the sides of my corset, forcing me to hold my elbows in and wave my forearms in an exaggerated, limp-wristed fashion. Then she silenced my pleas with a small, effective expanding gag that filled my mouth completely. Speech was impossible for me now, as I couldn't spit out the gag or even reach my hampered arms far enough to reach it! "All right now, Slave," Rod snapped. She was nattily dressed in her male disguise, with leather pants and a thick sweater. She picked up a small whip. "On to the stable-harem! You know what'll happen if you disobey!" And she swished the whip through the air. I knew, all right! Quickly, dutifully, I minced with Rod the two miles to the stable-harem. Fortunately it was early yet, and there were only a few people out to see my shameful display. But their laughs and stares as I made my ass-swaying, breast-jiggling way along brought tears of humiliation to my eyes. Beth greeted us at the massive door of the stable-harem. "Thanks Rod," she whispered. "No time to explain now, but I'll see that you're in on the pay-off!" She escorted us to her office. "Wait here," she told Rod. "It's wired with closed-circuit TV, so you can see the action in the stall area. Just sit here and watch while I take Lillian here to her stall!" The stall area was a wide, open room, almost a courtyard, equipped with various bizarre forms of bondage apparatus. The walls were lined with heavy, barred doors, and each of the doors opened on to a tiny Eight-by- Twelve-foot cell: These were the "stalls" for the pony girls. There were at least a dozen such cells, and I could see that seven of them already contained female prisoners, either willing masochists who paid for this treatment, or hired females on the staff of the Lust Resort, like Beth. All of them seemed to be in on some secret, and they watched with silent interest as Beth ushered me into a stall. "Just sit tight right here, Sweet Cakes." Beth smiled as she snapped the door closed. "You're gonna have a ringside seat for a very interesting show!" And she quickly left. Alone I looked around the tiny room. It was an odd combination of harshness and luxury. The walls were made of strong metal, but the floor was deeply carpeted. There was a comfortable bed with a soft satin coverlet in the room, but it was equipped with a variety of straps and harnesses that could be used to immobilize anyone in it. The room was equipped with a flush toilet and a shower stall, so I assumed that a prisoner would at least be able to take care of her own personal hygiene. There was even a fully-equipped makeup table, but the bench in front of it was so low that anyone using it would be forced to practically crouch down just to put on her lipstick and eye-shadow. In all, the cell was a bizarre mixture of devices to provide both pain and pleasure, and I wondered how many of its uses would be revealed to me. But I didn't have time for idle thought. Suddenly I heard voices out in the courtyard. "This way, Clinton." It was Hannah's voice. "Hurry up!" "I'm coming as fast as I can," I heard Clinton whisper. I didn't know whether to press up to the barred door and try to see out into the larger room, or try to hide myself from them. I knew, though, that it would be impossible to hide for long in that tiny room, so I just cowered there near the door, helpless in my bondage, my feminized body quivering with suspense. And I listened to the voices from outside. "Are you sure she's here?" I heard Clinton ask. "She's bound to be," Hannah answered. "If only I hadn't lost track of her that first day in here -- after all, I couldn't do much as a Pony-girl!" I could tell from Hannah's voice that she had told Clinton that his double-cross had led to both of them "losing" me. If only I weren't gagged, I thought. I could tell Clinton that Hannah had known my whereabouts all along! I wondered what she was planning.... "Come off it," Clinton whined. "Didn't I tell you you'd have to tough it out? Didn't I bribe that Black Lady to promote you to Assistant Trainer and give you the run of the place?" "I wonder," said Hannah skeptically, her voice growing nearer. "After all, you needed me here in a position of trust so I could hunt for that she-male and smuggle you in when the time came!" "Some smuggling!" Clinton complained. "Are you sure that this is the only way I could get in here?" And then they walked into view, and my eyes widened in shock. Clinton was almost unrecognizable in a white tennis dress and makeup! His hair had been coiffed to a feminine style and his body-hair completely removed. I could see a shapely bosom moving beneath his outfit, and saw that the tennis shoes and white knee sox he wore did nothing to diminish the femininity of his long smooth legs beneath the short skirt. His face, hands, --everything! -- was a totally convincing picture of womanhood! "I told you, Clinton," Hannah explained. "Only women can get in here. Why, they'd castrate any man caught sneaking into this place! Do you want to take that chance?" "Of course not," Clinton snapped pettishly, tossing his curls. Then he gestured down at his feminine figure. "But did that woman you hired have to do such a -er- complete job?" "Zelda is the best feminizer in the business," Hannah chided. "And we were lucky to get her out here on such short notice. It's a shame, I'll admit, that she brought only the equipment to do what she calls a 'total transformation', but she really worked miracles on you. And when all this is over, you can get therapy to reduce your breasts and bottom back to manly proportions and add it to the expense pad." "I guess," Clinton said, unconvinced. "But this thing over my cock and balls is so damned small! I can barely--" Suddenly he looked into my cell, and his mascaraed eyes widened. "It's her!" He gasped. "I mean it's him! Look what they did to him!" Hannah pretended to look at me in disbelief. "Are you sure?" she asked. "Of course! The shape of the ear. It's the one thing you 'can't change. Now all we have to do is get her out of here and...." "Shhh!" Hannah hissed. "Listen! Someone's coming! In here, quick!" Swiftly she unlocked my cell door and she and the feminized Clinton ducked in with me. Hannah poked her head back out the open door and looked out down the hallway. "It's Beth," she said, ducking back in. "She's giving someone a guided tour. They'll be here in a few minutes. We've got to hide you, Clinton!" "Hide me?" He looked about the tiny room. "Where?" "Only one thing-to do," Hannah looked at him firmly. "Take off those clothes." "Take off--" Clinton looked at her in disbelief. "What do you mean?" "I'm not allowed to bring visitors in here," Hannah said quickly. "And if Beth sees me here with a fully-dressed woman, she's bound to ask questions -- questions we can't answer." She went on more forcefully. "But if all she sees here is another slave girl, she'll pass right by without a word!" "A slave girl?" Clinton's voice went up an octave and his knees weakened visibly. "Me?" Cowering there, bound and gagged, I wished desperately that I could warn him some way. But Hannah went on as I stood there helplessly. "It's the only way," she said. "Now strip. And hurry. I'll gather up some stuff for you." With obvious reluctance, Clinton unbuttoned his dress and removed it. He was wearing ordinary cotton bra and panties beneath it, and as he took off his shoes and socks, I could see a blush rising on his delicately made-up face. "Oh dear, Hannah." He raised his gracefully arched eyebrows in a question. "My undies, too?" "Everything!" He doffed the underwear and stood there, eyeing me with embarrassment. Now that he was nude, I could see that Zelda had truly outdone herself with him; his breasts were full, natural and shapely. His bottom was rounder, too, smooth and feminine like the rest of his body. And between his legs, I could see a pussy-wig, masking the last trace of his true sex. He saw my eyes on him and his blush spread over the rest of his body. "Pleese, Hannah." He tried crossing his arms. "Hurry up and give me something to wear!" "One slave-girl outfit coming right up," Hannah said. "Better put the shoes on first.... My, those heels are high, aren't they? Do they pinch much? Well, it won't be for long, Dear. Now let me strap this leather waist-cinch on you... Mmm... tight... there! Now your collar goes on... and there's a strap that runs down your back to the waist-cinch. And I guess your wrists go in these cuffs on the back. Say, here's an interesting feature! Look, Clinton, I can fix your wrists at any point on your back strap! Either down near the waist there, or up...up... up to your shoulder blades, like so!" "Ouch!" Clinton whined as Hannah twisted his arms up behind him and locked them there. "That hurts!" "Oh my," Hannah mused. "Your voice still isn't very feminine, is it? I'd just better gag you, Clinton!" "Hannah,I--Mmphg!" Clinton's protest was cut off as Hannah pushed a leather dildo into his mouth and secured it with straps. "There!" she beamed. "The perfect picture of a feminized slave girl! I'll just gather up your clothes, since you won't be needing them ever again and -- Oh, hi Beth!" "Well, Hannah Honey," Beth smiled from the doorway. "Looks like you got me two she-male slaves to hire out to the customers! Mmmmm, are they ever gonna be busy!" Clinton's eyes widened at Beth's words and at the amused way she was regarding us. For myself, I looked at the pair of us in the mirror that lined one wall. I noted the contrast of Clinton's blonde, shapely body with my own curvaceous black smoothness and my heart sank. "That's right, Honey Buns," Beth was explaining to us. "You two are going to be a very popular item here for some time! Some very kinky Masters and Mistresses have made some very elaborate plans for you, both individually and -- as a team!" As a team? Clinton and I looked fearfully at each other. Did she really expect us to. .... "Ummhnim," Beth completed the thought for us. "You are now Clarisse and Lillian! You two ladies are gonna perform together! As a team -- understand?" I could feel my knees trembling. Clinton tried to say something through her dildo-gag and only succeeded in making unintelligible sounds. "Look at them!" Hannah giggled. "Standing there practically stark naked and still thinking that they're men when anyone can see how feminine they are! Well-" She stepped behind Clinton. "I'm going to let you prove yourselves!" To my surprise, Hannah began loosening Clinton's bonds. "I'm going to free you both," she said. "And let you decide whether or not to stay here and follow orders. That sounds fair, doesn't it? There's just one thing you should know: "If you don't do exactly as you're told here, we have plans for you both. Clarisse, I've got a client who's been asking me for months to investigate an illegal sex-change clinic in Mexico. One that operates on unwilling victims! Up to now, I've always turned the job down because it seemed too dangerous. But if you fail to give satisfaction here, I guarantee you'll lose the last trace of your identity on an operating table in Mexico! Is that clear?" As she spoke, Hannah removed Clinton's bondage. Now she pulled the dildo from his lipsticked mouth. "Hannah." The naked, feminized male gasped. "You wouldn't!" "You know better than to try me -- Clarisse! Now get on your knees to your Mistress Beth here, or I'll have you south of the border so fast you won't know what hit you!" Crushed, the once-haughty man, now meekly feminine, sank to his knees before the proud Black Woman as Hannah turned her attention to me. "And as for you," she said, untying my elbow-cuffs. "It's especially rich that you should end up here, since you engineered it yourself! If you hadn't been willing to sink to such depths to get at your Cousin Julia, you never could have been trapped this way!" As I reached up to pull out my gag, Hannah continued: "And if you don't show total obedience here. Beth plans to turn you over to your dear Cousin for treatment. And I don't think you'd like that. It seems Dear Julia has developed a fetish for amputees!" "Amp-- Oh no!" I wailed. "Not that! I'll obey! I will! I'll do anything!" - - "Okay, Honeychile," Beth said sarcastically. "You two girls can start by making out with each other while I have someone take pictures! I want you to carry on for about an hour, and I want to see lots of soul kissing, breast sucking and ass-licking!" She looked over my shoulder at someone behind me. "You ready with the video equipment?" I turned and saw -- Eva! "Ready!" She smiled. "Eva!" I cried. "You're here! Help me!" Eva merely shook her head in mock sympathy, then giggled. "Sorry, Lillian," she said. "You worked so hard setting this whole thing up, I just couldn't bear to let you go now. I mean, after you kept insisting on making yourself more and more femmish, and kept putting yourself into those humiliating positions, I started wondering if that was what you really wanted all along. Then you did the one thing that really convinced me: You made me the administrator of your estate for as long as you were gone. You should have known how much I'd love having all that money to do with as I please, and how I'd hate the thought of handing the purse strings back to you." She looked me up and down and shook her head. "Well, you're in no position to grab the purse strings now!" she said. "These ladies are going to keep you here as a smooth-shaven black she- male slave, humping your black ass while I enjoy myself with your money. I guess next time, you'll know better than to trust a mercenary little girl like me!" Now she raised her camera to snap a picture of Clarisse and me in our feminized fix -- the first of many. "But then," she mused, "you're not going to have a 'next time', are you, Lillian? This is all you'll ever be, from now on, a shaved black pussy- girl! You're never going to see your useless male organs again. The only way you'll know you've got them is because you'll be so horny all the time. But there won't be a thing you can do about it!" "Okay, you pussies," Beth snapped. "Let's see some action!" As Beth locked my legs around Clarisse's neck and pushed my face into her bare ass, I heard Hannah say: "Julia's going to love these shots!" "She should," Eva laughed. "After all, Lillian went through a lot of trouble to get where she is today!" thEnd!