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It seemed to take ages for her to return, I heard the key in the lock and I trembled in fearful apprehension as the door opened. Slowly, over the weeks, she had created an abject fear inside me, yet that fear was mixed with a terrible feeling of weakness. Now, as I heard her opening the door I could only sit there quivering, wondering where my masculinity had gone. The door swung wide open and there she stood, wearing the clear plastic hooded robe that she had tormented me in before. I looked at her, her androgynous body was exuding sex, teasingly tantalising, revealing, yet hidden by the plastic robe. Stupidly my heart beat rose, an unwanted tingling arousal running through me, yet it wasn't my penis that was becoming erect, that just tingled almost lifeless in its flaccidity, it was my foolish nipples were becoming yearningly hard. "Time to have your shower baby." There was an almost excited hiss to her order as she stepped over to me and undressed me. The touch of her body through the clear plastic sending quivers through me, my uncontrollable nipples clearly erect to her hawkish eye. With the baby dress and petticoat off, I was naked my foolish arousal totally revealed to her. I should have had a massive erection, I should have been excited, any man would have, at the prospect of being naked with a sexy woman clad as she was. Yet, though I was undoubtedly aroused, I felt vulnerable, nervous and afraid. She was in charge and we both knew it, she was the strong one and I felt weak and horribly submissive in front of her. "You loved little Donald suckling you didn't you baby? I knew you would." She teased my nipples by holding me against her plastic robe, sending shivers deep into the pit of my tummy. Then with a chesty laugh she took my wrist and dragged me through into the wet room. The plastic shower hat was almost expected and she tucked my hair under it before she turned on the shower, then under her instruction and using the bottles she gave to me, I washed every bit of myself until she was satisfied. When I had finally finished she led me into her bedroom where I dried myself thoroughly before she made me stand for her inspection. It was curious, I knew she was planning something, yet this process of washing and drying unnerved me. Taking from her dressing table a large container of baby powder, she began to puff it all over me, telling me to smooth it into my skin as I did so. Please understand that I didn't do this voluntarily and I know I should have grabbed an opportunity to dash out of the door. I was naked, vulnerable, weak and my body was horribly feminised with the dam breasts they had given me. I just had to bide my time, my only hope would be for someone to help me. She emerged from the wardrobe where she had momentarily disappeared whilst I was stupidly smoothing the talcum powder all over myself. In her hand was a clear pink latex body suit. My eyes flew wide open, the shock sending my already tremulous heart into overdrive. She brought it over to me, then in an aggressive hiss she directed me to put it on. Whimpering in a mix up of conflicting emotions, pleading with her not to make me, yet somehow crazily excited by the garment, I eventually gave in and began to put it on. Anyone who knows how slow and time consuming putting such a thing on will understand, apart from it having to be stretched and almost rolled on up your body, its' very touch as it clings and envelops you, drives your arousals into insanity. The body suit was made from a sheer latex, it had an enclosed zip half way down the back, the feet and hands were built in to it and when zipped up it tightly enclosed my neck. The only holes were a rubber ringed hole very disconcertingly placed just beneath and between the cheeks of my bum and two similarly ringed holes which neatly slipped over my nipples. I have never felt so much like I was in sexual bondage whilst I was not really in bondage, the latex clinged to me and squeezed me all over, whilst my hateful breasts were fully enclosed by the shaped form of it, making them tingle, madly fuelling a swelling erection in my nipples which thrust through it, the rubber rings holding them there as they did so. She examined me then as I stood insanely quivering before her, adjusting and positioning the shape so that it fully enveloped and held me. When she was satisfied, you could see a hunger in her eyes, she herded me out of her bedroom. My panic was growing as we went, I was praying that there would be no more Donald or other horrible man, I wished I could just escape, run away, but the suit was possessing me, turning me into a weak mindless submissive. We went along to the far end of the landing past the spare double bedroom to a door which I had always assumed was to a single spare room. The door was locked and she unlocked it opening it. It was totally dark and she switched the light on as we entered. I froze in front of her, the room was larger than I expected, it was painted in deep maroon and black, the carpet was dark red. There was a double bed to one side, it was covered in a black latex sheet, but terrifyingly in the middle of the room stood a big black leather covered X which appeared to be pivoted on a big shining steel frame. She thrust me forward as I half turned to back out of the room, I almost fell, but her strong grip held me and pulled me to the X. I was babbling, trying to get free, but in my weakened state, teased by the latex suit, she easily dragged me against the contraption. She had a strap around my waist in seconds, pulling me back against the middle of the X holding me tightly there no matter how much I struggled. She took her time then, her face set as she pulled my arms out along the arms of the X, then spreading my legs, one at a time to the legs of the X. Wordlessly she checked my bonds carefully, tightening and adjusting them before in a final satisfaction she left the room, closing the door behind her. I struggled, pulled and wriggled but to no avail, I couldn't move an inch in the terrible bondage, my body was overheating I know and the suit seemed to be almost moving over me, caressing me with its evil. Eventually I gave up and just dangled there whimpering terrified of her return, yet needing her to come back to release me. The door opened so quietly it was almost half open before I noticed and suddenly in my rising terror, there she was. She was dressed in a black latex suit, I've spoken of her androgynous form before. but now, her breasts were almost invisible. She looked almost male and to add to the horror of it all she had a large black erect latex cock jutting up from her groin. If it wasn't for her face framed by the latex hood that she wore, I would have said that it wasn't her but some man. Her eyes shone brightly as she came up to me and I wriggled in a last- ditch attempt to avoid her, but her latex covered hands touched me, slipping up over my breasts to my protruding bare nipples. Looking into my eyes she pinched them and pulled them further through the rubber bands in the suit as I gasped and quivered to her touch. "You loved them being suckled didn't you slut? It made you sex-mad, didn't it?" I whimpered, trying to avoid her stare. "I've got something that you will love slut." From somewhere behind the frame she reached for a curious pair of black rubber lined steel cups connected to tubes which disappeared back to where she had taken them. One at a time she licked the rubber edged tops, using her tongue in an almost voluptuous way. She held them both in her left hand a second and reached behind me again. The clicking, followed by the sucking noises was unmistakable and I stiffened in fear as she smiled her evil smile. Slowly she slipped one cup at a time over my erect nipples, the suction immediately pulling them into the cups, further and further at each subsequent suck, rhythmically pulling me deep inside them. That feeling, that terrible, awful, horrible, wonderful, wonderful feeling throbbed deep inside me as if connected by wires from my groin to my throbbing nipples and I was moaning. "Tell Me you love me slut." She hissed I whimpered, quivered and moaned soft moans, the feeling driving me crazy, but I couldn't tell her that, I couldn't, I couldn't, I hated her, she was evil, I hated everything about her. She was smiling her horrible smile, her eyes wide and frightening. "You will tell me slut, you'll beg to be mine soon." Her hissed words sent shudders through me, yet I was being possessed by her sucking machine. Her body was against mine, her hands sliding over me, around my throbbing suckling nipples, her face so close that I could feel her breath as she spoke. "Tell me you love me slut, beg me to kiss you." Her blown whisper made me blink, taking my attention from the mind numbing suction at my begging nipples, my head going back in recoil from it, such was my hatred of her and what she was doing to me. She giggled, a mad excited giggle as she wriggled erotically against me, her hand sliding behind me again as she did so. "I've got such a pretty present for you, slut." She brought her hand up so that I could see, she was holding a plastic bag, it was completely see through except for a few pink dolly motifs dotted around over it, it had a pink tape running around its' top, which you would use like a drawstring to pull it closed. It confused me, had she dropped something out of it? She opened it wide and lifted it up above my head, a sudden thought dawned on me, surely, surely, she wasn't going to, she couldn't, she wouldn't...... The realisation brought me to my senses in a sudden complete panic and I shook my head from side to side to try to stop her. Undeterred she easily succeeded in getting it over the top of my head and as I began to squeak and beg her not to, she swiftly pulled it down over my face. Immediately the plastic bag began to inflate and deflate at my harrowed squawks. "Now then slut, tell me how much you love me." She began to pull the drawstring tight about my neck. I was in a panic of abject terror, she was going to suffocate me....... "I, I love you," I babbled, my voice muffled in my ears, the bag inflating and deflating against my face. "Tell me how much you love me slut." She was licking the bag, her tongue looking large and venomous. "I, I love you, I love you, hu, hu, hu." I was feeling faint, the bag was beginning to stick to me. "Tell me how MUCH you love me slut." My nipples felt distended, like they were being consumed by the endless sucking, my insides were on fire, it felt as if my penis was rigid, my erection enormous, even though it was really tiny, entrapped flaccidly in the rubber suit. I was struggling now, I mean really struggling, my breath short, my movements less. "Ohh, ohhhh, I, I love you, I love you with all my heart Mummy." I gasped unable to stop myself giving in completely. "Good little slut." She smiled triumphantly. Through the blurred plastic I could see the needle in her hand and insanely I thought she was going to prod me with it. The puncture to the bag was almost between my lips, the tiny flow of life giving air heaven sent. "Now Beg me to kiss you slut." She was controlling every fibre of my being and she knew I would have to do whatever she said. "Ohhh, ohhh, god, ohhh, hu, hu, please, please mummy kiss me, pleease." I whimpered, my voice but a blur. "You're such a little slut, aren't you? So you want me to kiss you do you?" "Plleeease,......... pllleeease ..........mummy........ kisss.... me." I spoke slowly struggling to breathe through the tiny pinhole. She was cleverly just keeping me from collapse. She brought her lips to mine through the bag, mouthing against me through it, blowing through the airhole into my mouth, then pushing her tongue against it as she pushed it with the plastic of the bag, into my mouth. She was moving her body against me as she did so, the sucking at my nipples making them feel as if they were inches long, her hand gliding down over me until it slipped between my legs where she began caressing my buzzing flaccidity through the sheer rubber. I was whimpering non-stop, my body immensely aroused even though I was struggling for air and an insane trickle beginning to seep from my poor entrapped penis. "Do you worship me slut?" She broke from her plastic enwrapped kiss to whisper through the bag into my ear. Her fingers were teasing me terribly and I was trembling against her, my eyes tightly closed. "Ysssss." The word immediately hissed from my lips as I breathed. "Tell me then slut, tell me you worship me." She slid her rubber covered body against mine, her fingers unstopping between my legs. I was like jelly in her hands, she was controlling my body and my mind. "I, I, ohhhhh, ohhhh god, I, I worship you Mummmy." "Are you mine you little slut? Do I own you? Do I possess you?" "Yess, yess, ohhh ohh god yessss." I was losing my mind completely. "Tell me then slut, tell me." Her tongue hissed like a snake as she spoke "I'm yours Mummy, I belong to you. Ohh god, ohhhh god Mummmy, you,you own me Mummy, ohhh god, you, you huhu you, possess me Mummy." She was smiling in a gleeful triumphant madness "Does my little slut want me to fuck her? Does she? Hmmm?" "Ohhh, ohhh ohhhh huhuhu Mummy." I couldn't think straight, couldn't hardly think of anything but to cum, with no thought of the implications. "Ohh, ohh, ohh, g g god, ohh g g god, y y yssss." She slid away from me before pulling a pin from the stand and easily pivoting the X so that I was effectively lying on my back, her standing between my spread legs, her gleaming black cock like a staff in front of her. I tried to look at her, the wet plastic blurring my vision, my eyes drawn fearfully to her cock. It was long, it was obviously a strap on of sorts, but from the way it seemed to be at her groin I thought it must be some sort of a double ended one for her own enjoyment. She saw me trying to look at her and she hefted her cock evilly as if to show me its size and weight. I was trembling all over now, it looked terrifying, I could see strange silver dots on it, that appeared to be at the end closer to her body. She was applying some sort of lubricant to it, wanking it as she did so. "You're going to love my cock, slut, near the hilt it has little electrodes that will come into contact with your cunty sphincter making it tighten and pull me in further until the electrodes are stimulating your prostate....hahaha." She was a truly mad sadist, her laugh vile edged with insanity. She began to push it through the hole in the hateful rubber suit and I felt her rubbing its' head against me, parting my cheeks as she sought my poor man pussy. "You just love this don't you slut," she hissed as she easily opened my weakened rosebud. "I can see how much you want it." I gasped, panting in mixed emotion at her invasion, I hated her, hated her with all my heart, hated what she was doing to me now, yet my stupid sex was on fire. She pushed in further, slowly thrusting half its length in and then out of me. I was gasping and panting into the plastic bag in an oxygen deprived weakness, my brain over sensitised by what she was doing. "Beg me to push it right in slut, beg me to take you." I was whimpering, gasping, panting, there were obviously other air holes in the plastic bag, but the restricted breathing was preventing me from any other thought than that driven by the insane yearning to cum. "Beg me slut, beg me to fuck you deeper." Her hiss was all around me, somehow combined with her maddeningly slow short little thrusts into me. "Ffuck me," I'd said it even before I had thought, it was a reaction a provoked reaction to her words. "Ffuck me deeper Mummmy." She smiled that evil smile and almost gently pushed her cock deeper inside me. Gradually I felt a tingling against my anal sphincter, a tingling that grew into an electrical charge and then suddenly I was spasming, my sphincter tightening, strongly gripping her. The pulses came in waves with short pauses between them, I had no control over my body and at each wave it was as if I was sucking her deeper and deeper inside me. It felt as if the head of her cock was actually in my stomach when the electrodes came into contact with my prostate and a madness began flowing right through me. There was no control, I just couldn't stop myself from squealing as I wriggled insanely beneath her, my flaccid penis dribbling a never ending flow as my entire body climaxed like it had never done before. I think I must have passed out then, because I next remember sitting on the floor at the foot of the X, which was back in its original position. The bag was on the floor beside me and the latex body suit had been undone and pulled down to my waist, my breasts bobbing freely and naked. She was nowhere to be seen, yet I just sat there stupidly pondering the dreadful experience. Eventually she returned fully dressed, her voice loud arrogant and critical seeing me still sat there. Under her barked instructions I weakly stood and with slow difficulty removed the rest of the suit. Naked once again, I was led back to the shower and left to stand there beneath the hot water soaping myself in the perfumed gel that she had given me before she disappeared into my room. Finishing, I dried myself slowly, everything I did seemed to be slow, I just felt so weak. She had obviously heard the shower stop and was soon beside me, inspecting me. In a humph of satisfaction she pushed me through into the dreaded nursery. Laying on the cot-bed were clothes, a curious sissy mixture, a little girl's style dress and petticoat with training bra and panties, yet there were suspenders and stockings and heeled shoes. "Get dressed girl, tidy your hair and put on the makeup I've left you and make it look good. I have to go out for a while now and I expect you to be right when I get back. If I have any cause to be dissatisfied with you then you will visit the cellar again, do you understand?" I nodded my head nervously, I was terrified of her and she knew it, she also knew that I was just too weak to do anything about it. She seemed in a hurry now, afterwards I thought about it and was sure that she would normally have continued humiliating me, watching as She made me dress in front of her, but today she was quickly out of the door closing it behind her as she went. Stupidly I mindlessly did exactly as she had told me, even to the point of carefully brushing my annoyingly childish curls and then applying the lipstick and eyeshadow that she had left for me. Insanely I had studied myself in the mirror as I got myself ready, somehow, the fear of her wrath from dissatisfying her was crushing the urge to fight against her. I sat on the cot then, all done, looking at the little girl in the mirror, my penis tingling madly as I looked, trying my best to ignore what every bit of my appearance was saying. Eventually I got up, anything to take my mind off the little slut in the mirror. I walked over to the door and tried the handle, I knew it would be locked, but I tried anyway I had to try to regain some sanity. To my shock it wasn't and the door swung silently open to my touch. I tiptoed through, trying to stop my heels from making a noise. Entering her bedroom I saw that it was neat and tidy, if nothing else she was meticulously clean. Going out onto the landing, all was quiet, I listened carefully, but there was no sound so I proceeded down the stairs to the hallway. My heels clacked noisily on the tiled floor there and I froze at the sound, but there was nothing. Nervously I peered into the lounge and then the dining room, but no one was there, in the kitchen the dreaded high chair was still in the middle, but again there was no sign of anyone. I heard a soft noise then, coming from the utility and I stopped ready to run back up the stairs, but it dawned on me that it was the washing machine working. I opened the door to the utility and with a fast beating heart, made my way to the back door. It was locked, of course it would be, wouldn't it? And there was no key in the lock. I retraced my footsteps to the hallway and opened the inner door to the front porch. My hand was trembling as I reached for the Yale lock, I turned it and the door opened. My heart was pounding now, escape, escape, I couldn't believe it, but how could I go out looking like this. I closed the door again and slipped back into the hallway, I was drawn with a memory to the cupboard under the stairs, the entrance to the cellar. Yes there were some old coats there. I grabbed the first, it was a long macintosh. Quickly I put it on, it came almost to my ankles which was perfect, hurriedly I buttoned and belted it then headed back to the front door. Taking a deep breathe I opened it and stepped outside. I almost expected to see her standing there but no, there was no one in sight. I shut the door behind me, stupidly I did it quietly before tiptoeing down the drive to the pavement. All was clear, I headed off up the road as quickly as I could, trying to ignore my racing heart. In the distance a man and woman were walking in my direction, I looked around, could I hide? Across the road was a pedestrian gate into the park. Walking as quickly as the heels allowed me, I crossed the road and started along the concrete path that followed the hedge right up to the top of the park. Across the field was a children's playground, a few older boys were sitting on the equipment drinking and throwing things at each other. I hurried on keeping focussed on the path ahead and hoping they wouldn't notice me. I was lucky, at the top of the park there was a hole in the hedge where another path went off along a stream and into the woods. I hesitated, I was sure the boys had seen me now. I had little choice, so nervously I hurried on, my fear increasing by the second. My paranoia was stupidly going wild too, I thought I heard the boys following me and I started to run, run as fast as my heels allowed. Soon I was sobbing, completely exhausted, physically and mentally, I knew that I could hardly go on, but as I rounded a corner I saw that there was a bench, just off the path in a little copse overlooking the stream. I collapsed onto it in an emotional hell and foolishly I began to cry. The voice beside me, made me jump surprising me completely, sending my heart into a crazed leap, yet it was a soft gentle voice, quite melodic and unthreatening. "Are you alright love? Oh I am sorry I didn't mean to startle you." He was a mature man, neatly dressed in a light peach shirt and beige chinos. I nodded, unable to stop the sobs. "May I sit with you?" He sat anyway and taking a newly laundered handkerchief from his pocket he gave it to me. I took it and dabbed my face with it. "I'm sure it can't be that bad, can it love?" He seemed very concerned, his voice a soft lull to my troubled mind. I peeped round at him, I wondered if he would help me, but I was a little unsure. I took a breath. "I, I've been kidnapped," I whispered, "I,I've just m managed to escape." He looked at me, shocked and taken aback. "Kidnapped! Oh my goodness, Kidnapped? You, you poor love." He paused, you could see him trying to take it in. "We must call the police." A whole series of things shot through my mind, Police! Oh my god, I hadn't thought this out at all. I suddenly had a terrible realisation that everything, all those horrible things, would be revealed and a cold fear gripped me. "Noo, I, umm, oh god," I whimpered. "I, I c can't I umm please." I am sure he could see then that I was traumatised and that all I wanted for now, was safety of some sort. "Would you like to come back to my cottage for a cup of tea love and if you want to then, you can call the police? Ok?" He looked genuinely concerned. I thought about it a second then made up my mind. "Yes." My voice was little more than a whisper. He took my arm gently and he led me back onto the path. Turning away from the direction I had run from, we made our way along the side of an open field to a main road. There we turned right and continued through a small hamlet of little picture box cottages. The third one along was his and we walked up his garden path to the front door. He opened it and guided me into the living room where he offered me a seat whilst he went to make us tea. I stood nervously waiting, looking out of the window, my mind in a turmoil, wondering what on earth to do, thinking of the police and the terrible implications of doing that. He returned in a few minutes carrying a tray with pretty china cups and saucers, a teapot, sugar bowl and milk jug and he placed it on the coffee table. "Why don't you take your coat off and sit-down love. I am sure it will do you good if you relax with a nice cup of tea and then you can tell me all about it." I felt in a torment but his soft demeanour and his hand gentle on my arm persuaded me. I loosened my coat in some apprehension then slowly with nervous embarrassment, I revealed myself as I slipped it off completely. Hardly able to look at him, I passed it to his outstretched hand, but I could see his eyes opening wide when he saw me. He took in everything that I was wearing seeing the unveiled little slut standing before him, yet in a polite gentlemanly way he said nothing, only. "There now sit down here love." His voice was a dry croak as he made a half a gesture, half an encouraging gentle push and I numbly sat, trying to tug down on the hem of the terrible dress in a vain attempt to preserve at least some tiny decency. He poured the tea with a shaking hand, peeping at me as he did so before clearing his throat in an attempt to pull himself together, croaking about sugar and milk. I could hardly hold the cup either, but eventually managed a few sips of tea, it's heat a shock after so many weeks of baby warm food. He had taken a seat directly opposite me and I knew that he was surreptitiously looking at me, taking in everything. After a few minutes of silence he took a deep breath, then softly spoke. "Do you want to tell me all about it love?" I sipped a little more tea then nodded. "I, I don't know where to start." "Why don't you start at the beginning love." He smiled in gentle encouragement. And so I did, beginning with that fateful day when my wife asked me to paint her mother's hallway. I could see the almost immediate surprise in his face when he realised I was a man, but he didn't say anything he just let me go on, slowly telling the whole story. When I finally finished, I sat there in silence, he seemed to be on the edge of his chair, did I detect an excitement in his eyes or was it just my paranoid imagination. "Well that is some story Richie or is it Leanne? Just to put your mind at ease love, I wouldn't have immediately known you were a man if you hadn't told me, of course now I can see some signs, but it is not obvious." He paused. "I can see that you have got yourself into quite a pickle haven't you? She has all the forms you signed?" I nodded sadly. "You didn't take them with you?" I shook my head, suddenly realising how foolish I was in not looking for them before I ran. "Hmmm, well you mightn't like it but I'm going to have to call you Leanne, because that is your legal name now." My heart was pounding it seemed that there was no way out, I was trapped and I wished I hadn't mentioned the name business, yet madly my nipples and my little flaccid penis started buzzing insanely. "It seems to me Leanne that your choices are, to run as far away from here as possible and start a new life, or to go to the police. If you do go to the Police then you will have to tell them the whole story. A police doctor will have to examine you and if they are satisfied and believe you, then they will consider building a case to prosecute. Of course unfortunately for you, the whole thing will have to come out and I think you must understand that's what will happen even if you win in court." I couldn't stop myself starting to sob again, I felt wretched and worse still a yearning hunger was beginning to develop in the pit of my stomach. He seemed to take pity. "If you can prove that you signed the forms under duress then that is a good start." He paused again. "Look Leanne, I have a very good friend who is a policeman, he is far better qualified than I am and if you want I'll ask him to pop round on his way home to give you his advice." I froze at the prospect and he must have seen it in my face. "Don't worry, he is a very good friend, I am sure he will just chat with no obligation, it won't go any further if that's what you decide." I thought in silence for a few seconds, trying to ignore the gnawing hunger growing inside me. I didn't have many alternatives I could see that, so I eventually nodded. He smiled. "Ok Leanne, I'll give him a quick call now." I just wished he wouldn't keep calling me that name. He picked up his mobile phone from the table and went out of the room with it. I listened intently to hear what he was saying and caught the first few words. "Hello George, can you talk? Good, I'm sorry to call you in work darling." Then the conversation faded as he closed the kitchen door, leaving me sitting there in a bubbling nervous silence trying to piece together all that he had said and what he was probably saying now. "Darling?" that suggested more than just a normal friendship and the thought made my heart thump even quicker. It must have been about a half an hour later that I heard the front door open. "Hello? Donald? Where are you?" I saw the man leave the kitchen to greet the newcomer and there were low voices in the hallway. I sat there feeling nervous and very embarrassed until eventually the door opened and in came the man followed by another. The new man was if anything a little older and bigger than the man that I now understood to be called Donald and I'd thought him large enough. I couldn't miss the newcomer's wide-eyed look as he closely examined me, it made me want to wriggle back into the chair with my hands in my lap in a miserable attempt to cover myself up whilst blushing a beetroot red. "Leanne, this is George, my policeman friend that I told you about." I nodded nervously at the newcomer, he seemed to cut an imposing figure of authority and he scared me totally. "Hello, it's Leanne isn't it? Donald has told me something of your story, but perhaps you would like to repeat it for me." He took a small cassette recorder out of his pocket as he spoke and I eyed it in horror. He saw my look. "Don't worry about this Leanne, it only helps me if you decide to go further, I have to be sure of your first words and this is much better than me making notes. After all we can't afford to slip up with any legal loopholes, I have to make sure we are completely accurate." It seemed plausible, though I didn't like it and I eventually nodded in agreement. He switched it on. "Now please state your full name Leanne and then tell me the story from the beginning." I started in a quiet voice. "My name is Richard Jones." He interrupted me immediately. "But that is not your real name is it Leanne?" I gasped quivering, then I started to try and explain to him what had happened, but he stopped me again. "Please state your full name Leanne, or we won't get anywhere." I swallowed, my face on fire then I started again in little more than a whisper. "My name is-" I could hardly say it. "Leanne, Mary Jones." "Louder Leanne, I need it loud and clear for the tape." I was quivering all over, my face burning in humiliation, I suppressed a whimper, then took a breath. "My name is Leanne, Mary Jones," I said, hardly believing I'd actually said that, my voice quiet in my embarrassment. He seemed satisfied. "Ok, Leanne, now tell me what happened to you and I will stop you and ask you questions as we go along." It seemed to take hours for me to tell him the story, he kept stopping me and making me describe in detail each horrific part of what I'd been through. Thinking back now I think he was enjoying the depth of humiliation he was creating inside me as he forced me to relive every second of it. In the end I was literally shaking with emotion, physically my nipples were embarrassingly erect and my poor flaccid penis was buzzing almost as if a vibrator was against it. To make matters worse the terrible burning in my tummy seemed to be spreading through my body, a yearning hunger gripping me as I later realised that I was trying to fight off the insane desire for the drug she'd being feeding me with for the last months. There was a long pause as he seemed to consider everything. "Well now Leanne." He finally began speaking. "We have a few problems here. In the first case Mrs Davies is well known around here, she is a pillar of the community and highly respected. On top of that, she has some seriously powerful friends and in reality it will be extremely difficult to bring these accusations against her." I looked at him shocked and saddened by his words, it wasn't what I expected to hear. "Secondly, in many ways this all sounds almost too fantastic to believe." I gasped and started to babble a reply, but he waved me down. "We need some proof Leanne, how do we know you aren't just some fantasist?" I whimpered in frustration. "Look, look at these clothes she made me wear." I opened my arms, tugging at my little girl's dress to show him. "How do we know that you don't just like to dress up like that Leanne and this is just a stupid game to you, preying on poor Donald's good nature?" "It isn't it isn't." I began to sob in frustration. "Don't turn on the waterworks with me Leanne, it won't work." He seemed to be looking at me, studying me. "Those breasts, I expect they're false, shoved inside a bra?" "No, no they're real, they're, they're, mine, she made me have an operation, I, I'm not wearing any bra," I babbled feeling distraught and frustrated, why wouldn't he believe me. He smirked in an almost evil way that took me back, as if he'd caught me out. "Prove it Leanne," he growled. "Show us." A pulse was throbbing in my forehead, all those mixed emotions and the continually growing yearnings fuelled by the terrible addiction were confusing me, twisting my frustrations. "Come on then Leanne, prove to us this isn't just some fantasy story, show us." I slowly stood up quivering nervously, glancing over at Donald for some moral support as I did so. The expression on his face shocked me. He was leering hungrily at me, his eyes wide and eager to see, it unnerved me, embarrassing me further. "Hurry up Leanne, we haven't got all day," George barked, all sign of kindness or understanding gone, he was treating me as if I was the criminal. I brought my trembling fingers up to the little pink teddy buttons that ran from the middle of the round neck of the baby dress down to just above my waist and slowly began to undo them. "Quick about it, get it off." It was a loud order leaving no opportunity to plead. Fumbling quicker now I undid the buttons, then began to wriggle the dress up over my shoulders and over my head. The camisole top and my waist petticoat slid up with it, revealing my panties framed by my suspenders which held up my white lacey stockings, to the two pairs of leering hungry eyes. I struggled but finally managed to take off the dress yet pull my camisole back down, my petticoat dropping back over my hips as I did so. "Now the top, show us properly Leanne." My face was on fire in humiliation, my heart doing a tarantella inside my chest, yet my uncontrollable emotions were making my nipples stand erect, clearly seen through the soft satin material of the camisole. Quick about it." His shout made me jump, causing my trembling fingers to spring immediately to the hem of the camisole pulling it up over my head, completely revealing my bouncing breasts to their eyes. "That's better. That's much better, you have to be told Leanne, remember I'm a policeman, you do just as I tell you from now on and we will get on famously, now let's have a look at you." I stood there in front of them in abject humiliation, too slow to react as he moved up to me, his hand thrusting swiftly out and sliding up over my right breast. He cupped it, then slipped his palm up over my painfully throbbing nipple making me gasp at his touch, a stupid unwanted arousal buzzing inside me. "What do you think Donald? Come and feel Leanne's tits, tell me if you think they are real." I could have died then and yet the burning throbbing arousal that was increasingly coursing through my entire body was making me swoon. In just a few moments both men were feeling my breasts, stroking, and squeezing them, tweaking my nipples with their fingers and thumbs. "They do seem real, George." Donald suddenly appeared lewd and dirty in my mind as he pulled on my nipple. "Why don't we try sucking them Donald love, we'll soon see if they are real, let's see what reaction we get." Before I could whimper a no, or pull away from them, Donald's lips enclosed my left nipple. As he began to suck it, I suddenly felt weak my legs turning to jelly. In seconds George had joined him on my other nipple, I couldn't stop myself moaning and in a foolish reaction my hands slipped around their heads as if to hold them closer to me. George pulled away, quickly followed by Donald and I ended up in a crumpled heap on the floor as they both stood over me. "I think she's a bit of a slut Donald love." They smiled knowingly at each other, then he stood above me looking down at me and began to speak to me again. "Ok Leanne, so we've learnt a few things about you and let's just say for arguments sake that what you said is true. It seems to me your alternatives are, to run away, to come into the station and we make your statement official, or to go back where you came from." He paused as if to let it sink in? "If you run, then I don't think you'll get far looking like that, you have no money, no clothes and no place to go. On top of that, all Mrs Davies has to say is that you broke into her house and stole from her, then you would end up as a fugitive from the police." "If you come into the police station today, not everyone will be as easy going on you, as me. Your case is too fantastic to be readily believed and Mrs Davies is far too highly regarded in the community, with far to many powerful allies for anyone to think she could be involved in such a thing. You could end up convicted for deformation of character of a leading figure even sent to prison with the papers saying you are a sissy slut!" "Which leaves....." He left the words in the air. "Well it's up to you Leanne, think about it carefully, I have to go back to the office now, I have work to catch up on this evening. I am sure if you ask Donald nicely he'll give you a lift to the police station, or the bus station, but just make sure you ask him nicely." It almost sounded like a threat as I sat there quivering on the floor. He turned to Donald "Ok love, thanks for the call, I'll see you again soon, let me know what the little slut decides." Then to my surprise, he kissed him, he actually kissed him, before leaving, slamming the front door shut behind him. Donald turned and walked over to a sideboard across the room where he pulled open the top draw. I shook myself, apprehensive, nervously watching him as I scrabbled for my camisole, intent on restoring some sort of dignity. He turned back to me, his smile a lewd leer, in his hand was his wallet. Hurrying I managed to get my camisole over my head and pull it down to hide my breasts. My stupidly insane nipples, with a will of their own were throbbing and hard, protruding wantonly through the satin material. He walked back over to me, his eyes focussed on my nipples, not missing a bit as he opened his wallet. "That was surely worth ?10." He withdrew the note as he spoke, letting it drift down into my lap. I cringed in humiliation, he was treating me like a common prostitute. "But here's another ?20 if you suck my cock." I gasped in a shocked disgust as he showed the second note. "Or we could have a little more fun for ?50." He showed more notes. "Just imagine what a good start that will give you." I reached out for my dress, my fingers quivering I was, sickened by his suggestion yet my body was burning in the unstoppable hunger that the weeks of feeding Mrs Davies had created inside me. "I, I need painkillers," I whimpered, hoping he would just take pity on me. He looked at me closely for a second, then his face changed as if something seemed to dawn on him. "She's been drugging you, hasn't she?" I nodded tearfully. He smiled a wide smile. "Nice. Now I understand you little slut." I looked at him confused, disturbed by his words and his reaction. He walked back over to the sideboard and pulled a couple of plastic pill boxes from the same drawer and returning to me he opened one. "I've got some stronger stuff for later, but this should keep you going for now." He teasingly held out two unrecognisable pink pills as he spoke. "So, are you going to suck my cock slut? Just take them, they will ease your hunger and help you to relax and enjoy it." They didn't look like painkillers and I sensed that they were something else, yet I found myself almost dribbling, licking my lips, my fingers trembling and slowly I began to reach for them. Everything in the room seemed to fade into the distance, I couldn't take my eyes off them, but then for a second I strayed from the pills up to his face. He had a leering lustful, hungry look which made me freeze a second. "Cmon you little slut, I can see how desperate you are, you know they're going to make you feel so much better, that nasty craving gone." He coaxed. My eyes flicked back to the pink pills, they were closer to me now, drawing me to them, like magnets, my trembling fingers hovering over his open palm. I tried to break free from them, tried to shake myself, clear my head, but the gnawing urge inside me was eating into my very soul and suddenly I was touching them, my fingertips against them. "That's it, little slut, there's a good little girl, take them from daddy." His voice was a soft almost hypnotic murmur. My heart was palpitating, they were between my fingers, my hand in front of my face, my eyes glued to them. I knew I mustn't take them, I just mustn't, yet that terrible yearning was possessing me and all I could see was them. "You know you need them little slut, you know they'll make you feel so much better, won't they? All that nasty pain will be gone, now put them in your mouth, like a good little girl, put them in your mouth for daddy." They were close to my lips, pink capsules matching my pink nail varnish, my fingers holding them gently as I inspected every inch of them. "You know you want to little slut, you know how good they'll make you feel, now into your mouth, there's a good girl." I was panting, short swift little pants, my heart fluttering in my chest. I was in a sort of persuasive hypnosis and I couldn't seem to stop myself. The capsules touched my lips, clung to them a second, then they were on my tongue, in my mouth. "That's it little slut, that's it, now swallow them like a good little girl, swallow them for daddy and all that nasty pain will be gone won't it." His voice was so mellow so warm so persuasive, yes, oh yes, I so wanted the pain, the hunger, the yearning, to go. My lips closed, they were slipping back over my tongue, I could feel them close to my throat and almost in a bodily reaction, I swallowed. The pills slipping unstoppably down my throat, I sensed I shouldn't, sensed I was wrong, but I just wanted the craving pain stop. The room seemed gradually bigger, lighter, the colours brighter. I felt a growing heat all over my body, my skin was tingling I seemed to be suddenly perspiring. My clothes felt hot, restrictive, I wanted to strip them off, their very touch was aggravating my skin, I felt hot, so so hot, uncomfortably hot, I needed to cool down. I started pulling at my clothes, I had to take them off, had to cool down. I sensed that he was there by me, helping me to stand. My legs trembling as he helped me to take the camisole off. The cool air feeling wonderful, tickling my over sensitive skin. I wanted to itch my nipples, they were literally buzzing, standing out unbelievably erect, throbbing, begging. My hands were over them, gently rubbing them, the feeling mindlessly glorious. It was as if I was lost in my own world, he was pulling down my petticoat, whispering for me to step out of it. I didn't think, couldn't think, I didn't try to stop him, I just allowed him to do it, I was only thinking of the sensations coursing through my body. I was wriggling, quivering, my mind dominated by and I was swooning from, the feelings in my nipples as my palms caressed them more and more. Like an insatiable itch that you can't stop itching even though you know you should. Suddenly his hands were at my panties, pulling them down, tugging them over my hips, revealing my tiny buzzing, yearning, yet totally flaccid penis, as they made their way down my thighs to my ankles. My eyes were half closed my hands still enclosing my breasts, my entire body burning in a terrible growing sexual arousal. I didn't notice him stripping until he was naked and he was grabbing my arms, pushing me down to my knees, his cock, stiff and long in my face, it's glistening hot head touching me. "Kiss it little slut, kiss daddy," he spoke as he rubbed his moist purple mushroom over my lips, coating them in his wetness. I blinked up at him, disorientated, as I peered over his paunchy belly seeing the lustful leer in his face. My head was spinning in a confused mixture of emotion, my entire body aroused, hot, yearning, yet he disgusted me, it disgusted me. I felt muddled, bewildered, what was happening to me? What was I doing there? His fingers pinched my nostrils, it didn't hurt, it just made me open my mouth in a natural reaction to draw breath. There wasn't a thought in my head, I felt drunk, the head of his cock slipped between my lips. "Now suck, you little slut, suck daddy nicely." He slipped his hand behind my head as he spoke, pulling me to him, thrusting himself deeper into my mouth, his hot rubbery head sliding unstoppably over my tongue. I half gagged, this was wrong, what was I doing? But instead of struggling and pushing him away as I wanted to and knew that I should, I didn't seem to have any control over myself. My body was so madly hot and aroused that unthinking, almost by reaction, I foolishly began to suck on his ever-growing member as it filled my mouth. "That's it you little slut, that's it, suck daddy, get daddy really hard for you." his voice was a guttural growl. My body was a whirl of drugged ecstasy, I had no control and my mind was battling between the sexual craving his pills was creating within me and the horror of the rape that I was being subjected to. In the whirl that followed, where my body seemed to be immensely hypersensitive and craving in a surreal film like dream, I found myself lying on my back in the armchair with my legs pinned against my shoulders. All I could see was his face, a lustful fierceness as he too easily entered me, thrusting deep inside me. He transferred his hands to my breasts, to my begging screaming nipples, playing me like a musician as he settled into his rhythm, his plump face in front of me, filling my vision as slowly he brought me to my first insuppressible climax and I was lost. "Feel Daddy's seed filling you slut, feel Daddy breeding you." His hiss with his cock stiffened rigid like a pole in his climax, drove me over the top once again. My poor flaccid penis dribbling out over him was unhidden, proving to him that he had broken me bringing me to an unwanted, unstoppable loveless climax. He left me then, enjoying a cigarette at the back door as he spoke on his mobile phone, still standing naked, his hand caressing his half- wilted member. As for me I just lay there half on the chair, my head in a buzzing wonderland of post coital sleepy dreams, my body glowing, temporarily satisfied. I had hardly noticed his departure from the room and his return seemed similarly surreal. He dressed me then, using a towel to wipe his seeping cum from me before putting my knickers back onto me, treating me almost like a doll, pulling my clothes onto me as I lolled tiredly against him. I had no idea where I was or what we were doing as he put the coat back on me and we walked through the front door to his car, I just allowed him to guide me and strap me into the seat. The journey in the evening light was quiet, with no word spoken as I looked unthinking at the passing hedgerow. We were on the main road quite quickly and I recognised the places we past as we drove along. There was the shop and there the crossing, then across the road through the trees, I saw the house, her house. I felt a rush inside me, a terrible flutter from my heart. We were turning into the entrance of the park, but then I realised he was turning the car around. I tried to focus, to look at him, to ask the question, but I couldn't seem to find any words. We pulled up outside the drive, her drive and he stopped the car. He got out and came around to my door, opening it. I wanted to tell him, no, wanted to tell him to bring me to the police, but it was as if I was dumb, I just opened and closed my mouth and tugged weakly against him. We walked past her car as he lead me up the drive to the door standing me there as he rang the bell then in a blink he was gone and I was alone standing weakly on quivering legs. The door seemed to be open in seconds and she was standing there, her face grim. "So you've come back have you." I looked fearfully at her, I knew I didn't have the strength to run, I could barely stand up and not knowing what else to do I stupidly nodded. Somewhere in my head I remembered that there was still the vain hope of the policeman I had told all about her that afternoon. "Take my coat off and give it to me." I gave a little gasp, the thought of revealing what I was wearing, out there in public sent shivers of humiliation through me, but her hand was outstretched expectantly. Blushing deeply I reluctantly took it off and gave it to her, wishing I could just hide myself from all possible view. "So you want to come back to me do you?" I was looking down at her feet too embarrassed to look anywhere else. "Well?" I nodded, what else could I do? If I played along a little, then the police would surely come to look for me. "Well?" she repeated. "Ys." I struggled to find my voice, the reluctant word coming out in a bare whisper. "You know that if you come back through this door, you will never leave again of your own free will." She paused. "You will be treated as a baby girl, a slut, used for sex any way that I say, do you want that? She paused again waiting for her words to sink in. "You will also be punished for what you have done today. Do you agree?" My stupid uncontrollable body was buzzing madly again, my nipples becoming horribly erect as she spoke, I hated the thought of what she said, feared it deeply and I hated her, really hated her, feared her too. I could see her looking at my erect nipples, noticeably visible through the material of my dress. "DO YOU AGREE?" As always, her shout made me jump and as always I reacted immediately. "Ys." I nodded, my poor flaccid penis tingling insanely as I said it. "Get inside baby girl and remember as you do, you are my possession now." She stood back and swaying foolishly I paused, whimpering at my own idiotic acceptance before tottering in after her, my heart thumping a mad tarantella in my chest driven by my sorry submissiveness. She reached behind me to close the door, stopping a second to wave. "Thank you again Donald, we'll see you soon." Her words made the penny drop in a shocked realisation, Donald, oh my god, that Donald! It was like a big trap after all, a white mist seemed to be filling my head and I suddenly felt faint. The full horror of it all dawned on me, how could I have been so stupid to allow myself to be brought back to her, how could I have given myself to her so easily. There was a roaring in my ears, the white mist closing around me, my breathing loud in my ears as I travelled down an ever-darkening tunnel to blackness.