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Taken hostage! I was walking along a hot busy street without a care in the world on holiday abroad. I was handsome, slim, brimming full of confidence and my gorgeous blond girlfriend walked closely next to me, her man, with her small arm wrapped round mine. The dark skinned locals stopped and watched us as we walked by, open mouthed as if seeing stunningly attractive superstars in the flesh for the first time. My girlfriend, Samantha, was tall for a girl but slim and beautiful. She wore a red pleated mini skirt that flounced from side to side at the back when she walked. Her long blond pony tail swayed in unison. She wore long red stilettos, which I believe are hard to walk in but she loved the look so much that she never wore anything else but stilettos when out. Her tight white t-shirt wrapped round her small but pert breasts snugly, emphasising their roundness, and then it stopped 2 inches above her navel. She wore thick mascara with green and blue tinges of eye shadow blending into her high arched brow, emphasising her large round beautiful eyes. And her lips. Oh my, her lips. They were red, deep red, bright and glossy, almost like mirrors. Her lips were sexy, luscious and demanding. I think it was her lips that drew the attention of the onlookers. I strode next to her in my light blue t-shirt and grey cargo pants with solid walking boots clicking on the rough pavement. We were invincible. But then it happened. My world changed in an instant. I went from hero master of the universe to a snivelling scared minnow in just a few minutes. Out of nowhere came 2 large black cars. They screeched to a halt in front and behind us, and a dozen large men covered in masks, brandishing machine guns and machetes charged out. We both were bagged with foul smelling canvas sacks over our heads, followed by tape around our mouths. Strong hands grabbed us from all sides and bundled us into the back of the cars. I was punched and my hands and feet were secured tightly in strong cable ties. I was trussed up, in pain and scared. I could not see or hear Sam who I guess was bundled into the other car. I was forced onto the floor with 6 heavily booted feet pushing me down and the last I remember was smelling some awful chemical stench before it sent me to sleep. I don't know how long I was out for, nor how far I was driven but I slowly came to in a sitting position with my hands tied behind the chair. I did not hurt so they must have stopped hitting me once I passed out. I still had the bag on my head but even so, it did not take me long to realise I was naked. Somebody had stripped me while I was out. I heard the door open and some footsteps came in before my hood was a yanked off. "Hello pussy," growled a tall thickset gruff man. "Who are you and what is the mea..." As I shouted out the man smashed me in the stomach with the butt of a heavy machine gun. The pain was immense as I doubled up and cried out loud in shock. "Shut up pussy. Only I talk. Got it?" He grabbed me by my long fair hair, pulling my face up to look into his eyes. I nodded slowly. "We need you to do something for us. You are going to be here for a while because we need to train you.... To alter you a little... So you can do the little job we have for you. Once you do that job we will let you go. Believe me pussy, we will let you go if you do what we want. You cannot recognise us. No policeman will come after us. So we have no problem letting you go. ... If you do what we say." I knew better than to speak so just looked at him. I was confused. Who are these guys and what do they want from me. What do they mean by 'alter me'? "Now here is the thing pussy. We don't need your little girlfriend. She is no use to us and I will have to assign a man to look after her all the time you are here. And feed her. And hide her. So I would rather she was dead." "You bastard - I am an English....." A heavy gun whacked my face as I shouted at him and I was out again. I came to. I think I was only out for a few minutes. The awful man was pulling my long hair tightly and was staring at me intently. "Only I talk pussy. Do you agree?" I nodded meakly. Suddenly the door burst open and a small mousy lady ran in with her hands waving. "Angelo... You have to...." Suddenly the man let go of my hair, turned to the lady, pulled out his gun and shot her right in the chest. The sound of the gun in the bare walled room was immense and I jumped out of my skin. I saw the lady grab her chest and red blood appeared before she was propelled by the force of the gun back through the door. One of the other men ran out after her and slammed the door shut. "Now Marko," said the man softly to one of the other guys, "did I not say that only I speak?" One of the other men grinned and nodded. Angelo turned back to me and smiled. I was completely petrified. I had never seen a gun before this close let alone hear it used. I felt scared. I was so vulnerable, tied up naked in the chair and petrified that I shook. "So pussy. As I was saying. I do not need your girlfriend so here is the deal. She is my insurance to make sure you do what we say. If not, we kill her. You will only EVER talk when spoken to. Or I kill her. You will do everything we ask no matter what it is, straight away and eagerly. Or I will kill her. Even if you hesitate then I will kill her. I will NEVER warn you. Not even once. I will just kill her. Then if she is dead I will have lost my hold over you and I will kill you. Do you understand?" I nodded eagerly and quickly. "Good pussycat," said the rough man and he let go of my hair. "We are going to test you now. If you fail, hesitate, argue or even look at me in a funny way then she dies. Got it pussycat?" I did not like being called "pussy" but somehow "pussycat" was worse. But that was the least of my problems and I nodded quickly as another man behind me suddenly put a collar round me. It was odd. It was soft - I think made of something fluffy. I looked down and saw a little bit of the fluff fall to the floor. It was pink! I found out my collar was attached to a lead as the man behind me handed it to my tormentor. It was also bright pink and fluffy. What the hell was going on. "Kneel down and place your hands demurely in your lap but make sure your little cock is not covered. Then look down," barked Angelo. I did as he said. Suddenly the man behind me grabbed my hair hard and yanked back my head. He then stuffed a load of cut onions in my eyes. They strung like hell and instantly made my eyes red and watery. As he rubbed in the onions tears streaked down my face. He pushed my head downwards and stepped back. "Now you are ready for our little show pussycat," whispered Angelo in my ear. "Remember do what I say or your pretty little girlfriend is dead." Meanwhile Sam was in a room down the corridor. She had been given very different treatment. She was chained to a wall with a 5 meter chain to her ankle but was otherwise free. She had been abusing and shouting at her captors, hitting out and scratching them at any opportunity. 3 big men were bruised and battered with scratches and cuts to their faces. Yet they had hardly touched Sam at all. As she shouted and screamed they tried to pacify her but she just fought harder. She demanded to be released and wanted to see me. She spat out her food and threw the plate and cutlery at her captors. Yet they did not even raise their hands to her. "I want to see Pete and I want to see him now," she demanded while staring intently at the big ugly and bruised man in front of her. Suddenly the door opened and in walked Angelo. "You are a vicious one aren't you." He smiled. "Not like your soft boyfriend. Why he has been balling his eyes out and pleading to let him go." "Never," snapped Sam. "He can beat 5 of you with one hand tied behind his back. He never cries." Angelo burst into a loud laugh. "Oh no tough lady, people react differently to these situations and your sissy little Peter is a little pussycat. He says he will do anything to let him go - and he doesn't mind if he leaves you here as long as he can escape." "Fucking bullshit," shouted Sam as she lashed out at Angelo, drawing blood from his nose. "Ouch," he cried and stepped back in alarm. "She is much tougher than her so called man. Bring him in and show her." One of the biggest thugs left and soon the door opened. Sam could not see me properly because I was behind the large man, making me look small and insignificant. He handed my leash to Angelo who whispered for me to stand there with my hands by my side. He told me to look at Sam but say nothing. I looked across the room and saw Sam. I was so pleased to see she was fully clothed and OK. For me I was totally naked and showed no bumps or bruises apart from red eyes and tears. Behind Sam, and out of her sight, a man pulled a gun and pointed it to her head. He looked at me with a knowing nod. "Here is your brave man, crying like a baby because we won't let him go. As I said he will do anything to escape, won't you pussycat," sneered Angelo while he faced me and grabbed my bum, pulling me towards him. "Kick him in the nuts Peter. Show him you can't be broken." Angelo quickly whispered in my ear, "Do what I ask now or she dies immediately." He turned to Sam. "Oh you underestimate the power of fear my brave girl. Peter if I give you a present will you give me one back? And if you are a very good pussy cat I will consider letting you go." I nodded enthusiastically. Angelo pulled something out of his pocket. He gathered my long hair into a pony tail like a spout on the top of my head and wrapped round a sort of elongated hair clip. It was like a little tube 6 inches long that had 5 cute pink bows up it. When he clipped it to my hair, my pony tail stayed upright on my head with the cute little bows staying there one on top of the other. He whispered in my ear. "Smile and look over to Sam, then you give me a long loving kiss with your arms round my neck. And look grateful!" I stared at him and he gesticulated for me to look at Sam. I smiled and looked over to her. She was looking angry and confused. But behind her, out of her vision, 2 men had their guns cocked and aimed at her head. I looked up and Angelo and leant towards him kissing him briefly on his lips. I heard Sam shout, "Peter what the fuck are you doing!" Angelo grabbed my head with one hand and pulled me to him, kissing me hard on my lips. I responded and kissed him enthusiastically because I knew that if I didn't Sam would be shot. Angelo grabbed my bare bum with his other hand and since he was so strong he lifted me up towards him. I was raised onto my tiptoes and to Sam it looked like I was lifting into his kiss like a love struck girl. He grabbed one leg and made me wrap it round his legs as we kissed deeper and deeper. Angelo whispered for me to groan a little and told me to wrap my arms round him. So I groaned as he kissed me again and reached up to wrap my arms round him pulling his head to me like a girl in love. His body started to grind against my cock, which thank God did not respond in any way. If you looked quickly it would look like a naked blond girl in a pony tail eagerly kissing her man with her hands wrapped round his neck. "How could you!" yelled Sam as she rushed forward only to be restrained by the chain on her leg. "Stop kissing him and act like a man. What the fuck is wrong with you!" Angelo pulled me off him and led out the door, yanking my lead as I fell after him. "My little princess and I have some unfinished business. She'll see you later." I heard Sam shouting abuse as the door was slammed and Angelo stuffed a gag in my mouth, tying it round my neck. He led me to another room. It was full of TV screens and had a large king size bed in the middle. The room was all fluffy and pink like a feminine girl's room. The televisions were playing pornographic films. There were very attractive sexy ladies together on some screens and ladies and men together on some others. It was only later I discovered that most of the girls were actually boys. Angelo pushed me onto the bed roughly saying "You did well. Rest here princess and someone will come to see you soon." 'Princess!' I disliked 'pussy', hated 'pussycat' but 'Princess' was really annoying given the circumstances. What the hell was going on? Who are these people and what on earth is this room all about. I felt scared, angry and very ashamed of what these people had forced me to do in front of Sam. But what else could I do? I turned over on the bed and sobbed - I could not stop myself. After a while I gathered my thoughts and slapped myself on the face. I needed to get my act together and see if I can get out of here. The first thing was to rip off those stupid pink bows and try to find something to wear. Being naked is a way to keep me down and I wasn't going to stay like it. I got up and looked into the wardrobes. They were full of ladies clothes. I searched for some pants but there were only stunning dresses and skirts. There were some tops but they were all frilly or pink satin or delicate lace. I tried the drawers but they were full of lingerie. I noticed that everything was new - still with their labels as if they had just all been bought. But for what purpose and for whom? There was a bathroom so I ventured inside. At least I could wrap a towel round me. There was only one small pink towel. Well that would have to do. I wrapped the towel round my waist to cover myself up. It just reached round so I could tie a knot but the towel only came down to just below my cheeks. At least I wasn't naked. Suddenly the door opened and in walked the most stunning lady I had ever seen. She was tall - maybe 6 inches taller than me - and very slim with quite large breasts. But it was what she was wearing that stunned me. A red leather corset tightened to form an impossibly small waist. She had a matching tiny mini skirt and the tallest red stilettos I had ever seen on the end of some thigh high boots. She had long black gloves and layers of makeup. She wore some tiny satin panties that showed off the curve of her ladyness. Her hair was jet black and pulled into a long pony tail reaching below her curvy bottom. She was stunning and for some reason I thought how pleased I was that there was no doubt she was a girl. "Hello Princess. I am here to help you prepare for your task in the weeks ahead. Oh that is a pretty mini skirt you are wearing. The colour goes so well with your hair." Mini skirt! I was stunned and about to start shouting at her when she put her finger to my lips and whispered, "Now Princess just cos Angelo is not here the rules stay the same." And suddenly all the tv screens changed to show Sam's cell. Sam was still in her red mini and shirt but she was banging the door with her stilettos. Then the camera moved to a grate in the wall behind her and a rifle barrel pointed through, aimed at her head. The camera changed to a person holding the other end of the gun and a grinning man winked at the camera. I realised I had no choice. The screens changed back to the pornographic films. "Now first thing Princess is to put your bows back. They are so cute. Go and get them for me." I did as asked and the girl clipped my bows back on, making a high spouted pony tail of my hair. "My name is Miss Jane. Now I am going to dress you in the way you must stay. You must not take off what I put on you unless I allow you to. Now be quiet while I dress you." Jane went to the dressing table and opened the drawer, taking out a number of bags. The first one held a strange sort of leather contraption. She took off my towel and made me step into it. I found out it was a male version of a chastity belt made to hold my thingy in place. It tucked me back under myself holding it securely in place. Jane told me I can still go to the toilet by sitting down like a girl. Every now and then, especially when pulling on this contraption I started to complain but someone must have been watching and as soon as I opened my mouth the screens changed to show Sam. Eventually I knew I had no chance to change this and slowly slumped into obedience, doing everything asked of me without question. But I was still very confused, scared and angry. Jane took me into the bathroom and spread some cream all over my body. It stung while she made me sit in the bath. After 15 minutes she made me shower and to my horror I saw all my body hair disappear with the water. I was completely smooth. What the hell did they want from me. Next Jane unwrapped another bag and showed something else for me to step into. It was a very lacy suspender belt with 6 clips hanging down. She then produced a pair of stockings. She told me to sit on the bed while she wrapped them on the end of my foot and unrolled them over my legs. It was then that the first strange feeling of a sensual nature started to come over me. The feeling of the soft silky stockings over my smooth legs was incredible. As Jane pulled on the second leg and clipped them to my suspenders I could not help but gasp a little. Jane looked at me intently and smiled. "Stockings feel nice don't they Princess?" I started to complain but she held her finger in my lips. "Shh Princess... It is no use denying it. I can see it and feel it in your breathing. It is OK and entirely natural. They are sexy, whether you are a man or a woman. And I know that you are feeling something appearing between your legs but it is no use, it cannot grow." Jane was right. I was getting excited. Maybe it was my legs being caressed by this exceptionally sexy woman or maybe it was my stockings. Or maybe both. It is so odd for me to be thinking of "my" stockings but that was what went into my head. Jane then showed me some undies. They were exquisite. Soft and satiny with layers of lace. Jane made me stand as she slid them up my legs, pulling them tight and covering my chastity belt. Jane walked over to the drawers and brought out a pink box tied with a ribbon. She undid the ribbon and removed the lid, showing a mass of delicate paper. On unwrapping the paper she brought out the contents. A pink full corset! Oh no, surely she did not want me to wear this! Jane moved in front of me and wrapped the corset round my body. She asked me to hold it in place while she clipped up the front - there must have been 30 clips! She then made me turn round and started to pull the strings tight. Tighter and tighter. Omg I could hardly breath. But tighter she pulled as it constricted my waist. She reminded me how tight her corset was and she did not complain so rebuked me for being a sissy. Tighter and tighter. She tied off the strings and I heard two clicks. Janet told me they were little padlocks so I had no chance of removing my corset unless she did it. "My corset!" The bra section was for a girl with small cups but was made so that it pushed my little mounds of skin out a little. It was made of very thin material and when Jane brushed my nipples softly I could feel her touch easily. It made me shiver which made Jane smile at me knowingly. Finally Jane found a pair of super high pink stiletto pumps that she made me stand in. There were two locks at the back of the heel that she snapped shut. Looking down my front I could not believe what I saw. A super smooth corset with three delicate layers of lace at the top of the bra. Each layer contained tiny roses down into the lace. This was matched by three layers of lace at the base of my corset. It struck me that this was not a cheap item. Somebody spent serious money on my lingerie. Stretching sexily out from the corset were two long smooth legs wrapped in satin shiny stockings. All finished off with some 'fuck me' stiletto boots. I knew it was me but it looked like a sexy girl. Things stirred in my groin but to no avail since my cock was tightly bound to my body. The sensation was excruciating. I needed relief but could get none. I turned myself on so much that it hurt. Jane finished off by attaching some metal callipers to my arms and my legs so they could not move! What the fuck was this all about! Jane saw my distress and actually spoke to me for the first time. She told me that my legs and arms were too muscly for a girl so they had to restrict movement so they would waste. She said that 4 weeks of total inactivity would make a huge difference. What! 4 weeks dressed as a tart and immobile! I felt increasingly desolate. How could this happen to me. Jane said she would come back later to work on my hair and makeup but she would leave me alone for now. And there I was, dressed in sexy stockings, bra and corset, with rigid arms and legs laying helplessly in a large pink fluffy bed. The porno films played on screens all around the room. It was then that I saw how many of the girls were really boys, dressed sexily just like me. The films were sexy. The girly boys were gorgeous and were being caressed by beautiful women or handsome men. I watched in amazement and became increasingly aroused, much against my wishes. I wanted to come. I could not touch myself because of my chastity belt and my callipers. Yet I could move slightly and writhe on the bed in my corset and panties. Even with the callipers on I could rub my stockinged legs against each other and suddenly realised how sensual silk felt on my legs. My cock strained against my chastity belt and I became increasingly frustrated. This went on for ages. I don't know how long but it was hours. Eventually the screens went off and in walked Jane. "How are you going Princess?" She asked gently. "If you are a little excited I can help you." I knew I should tell her to leave me alone but after hours of sensual teasing I needed relief. I could not help myself and spoke softly, "Jane yes please help me." That was the start of the end and we both knew it. I was dressed as a girl and should be revolted but instead I had begged Jane to satisfy me because I was excited. Jane went to the wardrobe and brought out something stunning. It was a baby doll nighty. A very pale pink colour with lacy frilly shoulder straps. But what made it beautiful was the material. The nighty had 6 layers of gossamer like material to the bodice. It was so light and airy that each layer floated in the breeze as she carried it. Like soft fairy wings, almost entirely see though wafting and floating in the wind. The hem was covered in tiny layers of lace, each with hundreds of embroidered roses made of the same impossibly light material. Even though I was a man I was enthralled by this gorgeous negligee. Jane pressed some clips on my callipers and the joints suddenly became movable. She pulled me up so I was sitting on the side of the bed. She asked me to lift my arms in the air and pulled the pink wonderful negligee over my arms. It softly cascaded down my body as slowly and gently as a mass of feathers falling in the wind. It felt wonderful. It caressed my skin and gently stopped moving with the pretty hem laying on my legs. "Feel your breasts through your negligee," suggested Jane and I could not resist. I started to caress the gorgeous material as Jane quickly reached down and pulled off my panties. She magically released my chastity belt and instantly my cock sprang up. I groaned loudly at its release. "Use your nighty to caress your body, and let yourself go," said Jane as she suddenly started stroking my cock with one hand and inserted a finger in my mouth with her other hand. "Suck me" she ordered. I started to softly rub my breasts with my nightly. It felt like heaven. I moved one hand to my bum and used the lines of roses to rub my skin. I sucked eagerly on her finger as I felt her caress my cock. I started to moan loudly as best I could with a finger in my mouth. Jane rubbed me up and down and I responded by rocking into her touch. She put a second finger in my mouth and I sucked hard as she moved her fingers in and out, matching her movements up and down with her hand on my cock. I was in heaven. I had never felt so sensual. I should stop but was overcome by desire. Jane moved her hand on my cock faster and the movement of her fingers in and out matched the rhythm of my hips. I grabbed my breasts with both hands and rubbed eagerly. It just seemed the right thing to do as I sucked her harder and harder. Jane leant down to my ear and whispered, "My pretty girl. So gorgeous. You may come now Princess." That was all I needed. I exploded in orgasm sucking her fingers madly, thrusting my pussy into her hands and rubbing my breasts. I orgasmed like I had never done in the past. It was sensual and explosive. After more than a minute I was spent and flopped back on the bed. Jane clipped back my callipers and reattached my chastity belt. "Good girl. Did you enjoy that?" Without realising that she was calling me a girl I whispered, "Yes Miss Jane I loved it." Jane smiled. She cleaned me up and took off my nighty. She then left me as the porno films came back on. That started a routine. For days upon days I would watch lots of different porno movies. But as time went on some of them were of me and Jane. I lived in a constant state of sexual arousal to be relieved only after being dressed in my stunning negligee. I came to rely in that negligee. I wanted to wear it more and more. Just the thought of it excited me to such an intense level. I did not realise how much they were training my brain to react, but I was becoming pink putty in Jane's hands. Every now and then the routine would change. Jane would come in and wash my hair, drenching it in layers of gooey hair softener. As my hair grew it became softer - softer than any girl's hair I had touched. And it grew longer and longer which allowed her to curl it into long luscious curls. I used to lay and caress it when Jane let my callipers loose. Jane started putting makeup on me and after a while started showing me how to do it myself. It was all done by a reward system. If I was a good girl (girl!) she would let me dress in my pink negligee and let me caress my breasts and she would make me orgasm with her hands. I came to need it more than food. Over time my legs and arms started to waste away and became increasingly slim. My legs were so sexy, and Jane brought new pairs of stockings as my legs became long and slender. But one day I was shocked so much that I did try and resist. Even my nighty could not pacify me. Jane had been feeding me small amounts of food and a bunch of pills. I did not know what they were at first but when my breasts started growing, my skin and hair became soft, and my nipples started to get larger and more sensitive I realised they were hormones. I tried to resist them when I found out but Jane was too strong for me. That was not the time I resisted hard though. It was when Jane told me I was going to get some breast implants that I fought back. This could not happen. But they showed film of Sam again. She looked different. She was dressed in leather pants with a leather t-shirt. She looked somehow strong and taught. Her hair had been cut shorter. She still looked gorgeous, but different. Jane told me she did a lot of exercise every day and had stopped screaming at people! But again the gun was pointing at her head and I had no choice. I awoke from the operation and saw my new breasts. They were not huge, maybe only a B cup but they were pert and pointed upwards. Jane came across with my nighty and I instantly became excited as I always did. But it looked different. My breasts changed the way it hung on me. As Jane started to caress me as she always did I touched my new breasts. I gasped. The sensation of my nipples, made sensual by the hormones, plus my new shape gave me a feeling that was beyond belief. I moaned loudly, very loudly. Jane stuck her fingers in my mouth again but something was different. I looked down and saw that it was a large dildo in my mouth instead of her fingers. I did not care. I sucked on it in my soft red lipsticked lips and rubbed myself against Jane's touch. This time when I orgasmed it was different, instead of feeling the sensation in my cock and stomach I became tense all over my body. The orgasm rocked through my body creating convulsions all over. It was so intense I screamed and cried. I rocked for minutes with desire and passion as I rubbed my negligee against my new breasts. And then I said something for the first time as I gagged on the rubber cock in my mouth. "Fuck me!" I garbled. "Please fuck me." It was all over. Jane smiled at me. "Princess it it time you got up and saw everyone. But first, you should see yourself and the beautiful girl you have become." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ In the next and final chapter Princess sees herself and cannot believe how she has changed. She is let out to see what has become of Sam and is allowed to spend time amongst the kidnappers as a maid to pay her way. Neither Sam nor Princess know this is all part of the plan and we find out what Angelo has in store for them. It is not what you think. What will Sam think of Peter now? What is to become of them both? All will be revealed.