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THE MAN WHO SERVED DRINKS AT HIS WAKE Arthur Nichols doted on his wife, Una, she was the only woman he had seriously dated, not that she was any more experienced, and it was her that asked him to marry, at their tender ages of nineteen. The only fly in the ointment was her sister, Merle, some eight years older. She was a lesbian and proud and Arthur would have joined her in that sentiment at least, he believed that everyone should be able to live the life that made them happy, as he said 'so long as they don't frighten the horses'. Merle always insisted that it was him that didn't like her, so it became a self fulfilling fact. It's difficult to like someone who insists that you hate them, are jealous of them and dislike their lifestyle, even if you don't. They had been married only three years when he was made redundant. Both Una and her sister earned good money, Una as a laboratory technician, Merle took over the family business of warehousing and distribution. That was another reason not to worry about Arthur's income. His wife had a falling out with her parents the year before, and they had cut her out of their wills, meaning it as a way of pressurising her to fall in line. It was meant to be just a salutary lesson to her, they had every intention to write her back in, but fate took a hand, and they were both killed in car crash after the new will was printed, but before it was signed. Their other sister had been in the car with them, she was very seriously injured, and it was only recently that the remaining sisters, as next of kin, had decided to switch off her life support. That gave Merle everything, including the large family home, but she had already signed an agreement to pay Una a substantial settlement figure. The problem was that although she was rich by anyone's standards, not a huge amount was in ready cash, so Una was quite happy to wait a while for the money, that was until Arthur lost his job. Merle wasn't sympathetic, insisting that the "Little Weed", as she called him, was just lazy and should take anything that came along. Arthur was sensitive about the nickname, being actually a little shorter than his wife's five foot seven inches and even more so against her sister who was two inches taller again. One thing they agreed could happen straight away was that the married couple should move back into the Williams' family home, it having twelve bedrooms, and laid out with a grand front entrance at the end of a long driveway, then two wings at the rear round a courtyard closed in by stables forming the far side. Merle only occupied the central section and suggested that Una moved into the right (or east) wing. Not long after the move, Merle happened to mention that her bedroom needed a fresh lick of paint, so, in order to try to mend bridges, Arthur offered to do the job, after all, he pointed out, he had little else to do. He couldn't have foreseen the problems it would cause him. As much of the furniture was antique, he was very careful to cover it with sheets while he was painting, but one of the drawers in a vanity wasn't closed properly and although it wasn't a great deal, some splashes of thinner soaked through the sheet and onto some clothes inside. When Arthur noticed, he didn't want to have Merle go on at him over it, so he took the effected items, two pairs of knickers and a bra, back to their kitchen, washed them and let them dry overnight, then replaced them the next morning. That wasn't how Merle saw it, and she saw it. Pleased with how her room looked when he'd finished, she nevertheless didn't like the idea of heaping praise on her brother-in-law, then, as she went o get something out of her vanity drawer, she could see that it had been disturbed. She gave it some thought and realised that some of her underwear was missing. With the room finished Arthur had no reason to come back into it, unless he had something to return, so she set up a small surveillance camera of the type they used to protect their warehouses. Sure enough, the next afternoon when she checked, there was Arthur replacing a bra and some panties back in the drawer. She set up the disc to play on their television and invited her sister and brother-in-law over for a drink in her living room. "Did you hear on the news that they've got that 'knicker nicker' in the village?" She steered the conversation in the direction she wanted. "You know, the lad that's been stealing women's underwear from clothes lines." "They should castrate perverts like that." Una wasn't very tolerant of dishonesty. "I think that they start on something like that then go on to attack the women themselves." "I don't think those two things are linked." Arthur had always been tolerant, he didn't see a so called 'perversion' like that, the same way. "All right, it's not right to steal anything, but men, and it's usually men, get their kicks from the clothes themselves, so it's not what you could call a 'gateway' crime leading to violence. Incidentally, you both wear trousers and men's style shirts from time to time, what's the difference?" For a moment Una was thrown, she'd never thought of it like that, and it occurred to her that her husband had a knack of being able to see things from an entirely different viewpoint sometimes. Then, with perfect timing, Merle started the video. "What would you call that then?" Arthur could be clearly seen taking the underwear out of his pocket and slipping it back into Merle's drawer. "What the...?" was all Una could say. Arthur turned red and started to try explaining the accident, but the harder he tried to set the record straight, the less likely the excuse seemed, even to him. The more he carried on the madder the women got. "I don't want my things back after they've been wrapped round you," Merle told him, then after even she had hesitated, she decided on a little embellishment to the story. "This isn't the first time you've been in my clothes, is it? I've noticed ever since you moved in that different things of mine were not in the same place I left them and I thought they had moved of their own accord." "How could you?" Una complained. "My sister's things, why not mine?" He tried one more time to explain that it wasn't anybody's things, but he got nowhere. Then Merle made a long phone call from another room then came back to resume her seat. "They're open for another couple of hours yet, I've made all the arrangements," she told her sister. "Take him to that 'Especially Girly' shop in town, I've ordered and paid for everything I can think of, but if you see anything else suitable for him while you're there, just add it to the account. He's got a job now, starting tomorrow, he can cook and clean for us both, so take him and get him fitted out with his uniforms." Arthur came to the conclusion that in the heat of the present moment, he stood no chance of convincing them of his innocence, so had no option but to go along with the madness for the time being. As for the new job, he did it nearly all for his wife, extending it to cover what amounted to Merle's apartment, wouldn't be so much more. He was stunned when they walked into the store and for the first time he saw their type of stock. Upon being told that they were there to be fitted with the items that Ms Williams had ordered, they were shown into a room at the back by a middle aged woman called Beth, and a rather burly man. Beth told them that there was a particular reason for not closing late that night, if they didn't mind getting on with it, then Arthur was told to strip. When he showed reluctance to take his underpants off, the woman fitted a rather thick leather collar round his neck which fastened with a click. He tried to complain that it was too tight, he could hardly breath, his neck was so constricted, but they ignored his croaks and groans. "We occasionally get recalcitrant sissies in here that don't appreciate all that their Mistress is doing for them," the woman explained to Una, which caused her to giggle. "Of course here we don't have a problem because we have Billy here," she pointed at the man who scowled at Arthur, "but you don't have the same sort of assistance, so we advise the use of what we call 'The Mistress's Friend'. Now order your sissy to strip completely." "Strip completely." Una obliged, Arthur tried to explain that he wasn't a sissy, but the sales lady just pointed to a button on a remote control that she handed to her. As she pressed the button, Arthur gave a gargling scream in pain, collapsing on the floor and desperately trying to rip the collar off his neck. "You see how effective your Friend will be, and this dial here regulates the strength of the shock your sissy gets. At the moment it's set just halfway at five, but it will go up to ten for those special moments." Meanwhile Arthur was still lying on the floor, shaking and looking at his wife in terror, trying to get his breath. When he was told to, now do as he was told, he was naked in record time, but could only stand with difficulty and the assistance of Billy, and was doubly humiliated when a very good looking girl of about eighteen came in to say that she had come in from the beauty parlour next door, to 'do' their new customer. The still shaking Arthur, was helped up onto a table on his stomach, and the girl started to cover him in a warm sticky material. He was just starting to find it quite soothing, when a section on his leg was ripped off, taking the hair underneath with it. He choked with pain again and was in some sort of hell for the next fifty minutes, while even his light beard was dealt with, until the girl finally announced that she was finished, but reminded Una that he had an appointment at the parlour at eight thirty the following morning. After that torture was over, he was left without a single hair below his eyelashes, and his penis had shrunk with the pain, but this wasn't enough for Beth. She held two ice packs above and below his privates, until he'd never seen them so small, making it possible to push his penis into a metal tube with tapered points on the inside, a loop passed round the back of his testicles and locked in place. "That's unusual," Beth commented again to Una, no one was interested in asking Arthur's opinion. "Sissies coming in here are usually lacking a lot in this department and I got that impression from your sister. This one seems to be exceptionally well endowed, are you sure you want to do this?" "I'm sorry," Una replied quietly, so her husband couldn't hear, "I'm not in a position to judge other men's sizes I'm afraid." "That's alright, I think your sister must have something or someone in mind for you, it's just that this sissy may be even more uncomfortable than normal, but that's not something that should concern you, now you are his Mistress." Already, Arthur's penis was recovering from the ice treatment and feeling was coming back to it at the same time as it was returning to its normal flaccid state, rather larger than most men's state when fully erect. Of course, not knowing what other men's bits looked like, Una didn't realise what she was benefiting from, and Merle hated men anyway, so it didn't occur to her that Una could miss out on anything. Beth, aware that now time was passing, hurried on to the next stage and glued 'D' cup gel filled silicon breasts to his chest and she had Billy hold them in place while she went into the shop area to return with a pink corset, designed to support his new 'breasts' with half cups, down his body to just above his crotch. She clipped the heavy fasteners bringing it together down the front, then went round his back and started to tighten the laces, showing Una how far they pulled in his waist. At a point he thought he was going to pass out from lack of breath, it was even worse than the choking necklace, so he dared to mutter. "Please, no tighter." "When you are in this sort of situation," Beth told Una, "where you find that your sissy won't stop whining, you have a special setting on your Friend, you see, on the remote there. That's it now push that to the silent setting." She gave one more tug on the laces, and quickly tied a knot. "Uuuuuh" moaned Arthur with pain, then he started choking with trying to scream and fell to the floor rolling over and clawing at the collar. The he was silent, he had passed out. "You see how cleaver your Friend is," Beth was beaming at the successful demonstration "you don't touch the button to shock him, he does it himself with his voice, in fact every time he makes a noise. You won't be surprised to know that Mistresses that are our customers have the quietest sissies of anyone." "That's terrible." Una was shocked herself. "Yes, I know, fiendish isn't it." Beth misunderstood her and thought the whole thing was hilarious. She finished tying off his corset lace, explaining that it should be left on for the first three or four days, but should be tightened further every morning and night. It had a flap that covered the knots which fastened into place with two locks. While he was still out of it, she emptied a hypodermic syringe into his backside, then two more each of which seemed to have much fatter needles and contained, she told Una, a long term oestrogen dose for sixty days and testosterone blockers. The first jab was a hormone booster to get him started quickly. "After about a month he will be irretrievably emasculated, and there will be no need for the chastity tube." This was news to Una, but she went on. "There is no key to undo it, so it will fall off his balls when they shrink enough, but in the meantime, his psyche will only slowly adapt to stop his erections, but the considerable pain he will be in when that happens will physically damage his prick and his mind, it's brilliant the way it's all designed, isn't it?" Una was still taking this in, wondering why Merle would think that she didn't want Arthur back after he'd learned his lesson. She was still mad at her husband and the full impart of the consequences of all this had yet to hit her. Meanwhile, Beth was hurrying on a little bit faster, Billy had already left as it was past closing time. She quickly attached sheer pink seemed stocking to the shaken, but now conscious Arthur, and fetched a pink French maid's dress with multiple built in petticoats, completed with accessories; a small, gauzy heart shaped apron and a tiny pink cap with, as everything, a white lace trim, and with pink ribbons that hung down his back. "Of course it will look different by the time sissy has visited the parlour tomorrow, you'll hardly know him." As she was saying this, she fitted pink high heels to his feet, closing the locking ankle strap with a click. She helped the two of them load Una's car back seat until it was full of garment bags and boxes. "There are five uniforms, all the same size with all the accessories for each one in matching colours, in this envelope are the keys for the shoes and corsets" "What if I still want sex with him?" Una asked, a hint of desperation in her voice. "Too late for that now, dear, ask your sister, I'm sure she's made arrangements, and he's in no position to object to whatever you want to do now. Bye." She was gone. Sitting in the driving seat, she looked across at him, he was glaring at her. Don't look at me like that, this is all your fault. He pointed at the collar, obviously asking to be able to speak, but she had started driving by that time, so she told him he would have to wait until they got home. Once there, she searched in the envelope and realised that the controller wasn't there, she must have left it behind in the shop. "Sorry," she told him, "you'll have to wait until the morning." She looked him in the face and could see that he was silently crying and pain distorted his face, he pointed to his chastity device. "Same with that, I'm afraid." She couldn't bear to tell him that there was no key to that at all. Merle met them as they parked, telling Una that the maid would have to sleep in his own quarters and helped them transport all his new clothes up to an attic room. It was dusty, but he was told that he would have to clean it as and when he got a chance. With all three of them in the small room, Una tripped over backwards onto the bed, her skirt ended up round her waist, displaying her small panties. Arthur took one look, made a number of grunting noises, turned red in the face, let out a gasp, then collapsed, screaming on the floor for the third time that night and for the second time was granted the release of unconsciousness. "My God!" exclaimed Merle. "Beth told me about that collar a couple of weeks ago, you know we casually dated for a short while, it really works great, doesn't it. I wonder what caused him to make that noise that set it off?" "It's his chastity tube she fitted him with, it's really tight on him and hurts him badly when he tries to get an erection. It must have been me setting him off when my skirt came up." "You're right, and that positively proves it, he was turned on by seeing your panties." "What if it was just seeing my legs and crotch?" Una asked, still worried. "If it was you turning him on, he'd be like it all the time. It must be the panties. Come on, we'll leave him to it, I've set an alarm for six thirty and left a note to get our breakfasts for seven thirty, fully dressed and looking smart." Arthur eventually came to in so much pain, all he could do was pull himself up onto the bed and collapse into a fitful sleep. He never knew anyone could have so much pain and survive. When he was alerted by the alarm he shut it off before it could get too loud, he was frightened that it would set off his collar, then he found the note and changed his dress for a black one, there was nothing he could do about his stockings, corset or shoes because both the latter were locked on. He made his weary way to the kitchen, the main one, the small one in their own part of the house, he didn't think he could get to. He prepared coffee, toast and marmalade for his wife and her sister, he felt too sick to have anything else other than coffee. They both arrived at more or less seven thirty, and he just showed them their breakfasts on the bar, then stood there, not knowing what to do. They didn't really pay any attention to him, they were too busy discussing an impromptu party that Merle was arranging that night. Once they were finished, Una had him follow her out to her car and took him for his appointment. The same girl who had given him the wax treatment the previous evening was there and once Una had left, asked him if he liked the result of last night. He mimed that he couldn't speak and also that he needed a pen and paper. The girl, who seemed to him, to be quite pleasant, smiled and got him a small notepad and a ball point. He wrote that he couldn't speak because he had a shock collar round his neck and he would be hurt badly if he said a word. She told him that someone had said that they supplied them next door, but she didn't believe them. He said, 'It's true,' and underlined it three times. Then she asked if he was happy with what she did to him, he wrote 'NO! I didn't even know it was going to happen.' "What about today?" she asked. 'I don't know what you're going to do,' he wrote. "They told me that you wanted permanent make up tattooed on your face." 'NO! I don't Please don't do it.' "I tell you what, we have a make up that's supposed to last a month, but it really starts to come off after a fortnight, and in six to eight weeks, it's all gone. If I put that on, they won't know and in the meantime I'll try to help you. What happened to you to end up like this?" He wrote a very brief description of the accusation against him and that they had been keeping him a prisoner and torturing him ever since and that he was to be a maid at the big house, and he gave her his name and the address, finishing with, 'Please help me, this collar is too tight, I can hardly breathe - they're having a party tonight and I think I'm the main attraction.' While the young lady got on with the job in hand, adding hair extensions as she had been ordered, but only using the semi-permanent make up, Una went next door to get the key and remote to his collar, she found the place closed and a note to say that they were closed for two weeks, for annual holidays. Now she knew the reason why they were in a hurry to get away. She felt awful, forgetting the remote and wondering how Arthur would survive that long, being unable to speak, then she remembered that it was all his own fault, not hers, so she felt better and went off to do some shopping for the four hours minimum, she had been told that it would take to get him ready. She did wonder about the time, she'd never had hair and make up that took more than four hours. When the time came to go back, she asked why it had taken so long. The woman at the reception desk told her that it always took a long time to permanently tattoo make up on someone's face. Again, she was surprised that Merle would have arranged something that would be there for the rest of Arthur's life, and had to force herself to find the right one to blame. She complimented him on how good he looked, but all she got was a sneer in return. "Well," she preached at him, "if you hadn't taken Merle's panties to wear, you wouldn't be in this mess." She was quite annoyed when he violently shook his head for 'no' when he obviously had. She fumed about it all the way back to the house. When she got back, Merle called them into her largest reception room, it was where their father had held gatherings of any number of people, the staff at Christmas, for example, and she told them the Lana had to get busy preparing it for the party that night, giving him a list of things to do. "Lana?" queried Una. Lana was the name of their sister who had been on life support since her accident some eighteen months before and Una was uneasy hearing the name. "Sorry to have to tell you like this Una," Merle explained, "but they turned off Lana's life support this morning." This wasn't unexpected, they had both agreed to it some weeks before, but various procedures had to be gone through. Una sat down hard. "The thing is," Merle was grinning, "I've spent quite a bit of money on this, and we're having a closed coffin and of course, there's no need for an inquest. What we're going to do is have a funeral, but it's going to be for Arthur. The body will be cremated, so no one will know that it's not him in there. Lana Williams is going to make a remarkable recovery and come to work for us as our maid. Naturally she will be able to establish her identity from birth to driving licence." "So we call Arthur, 'Lana'?" Una was still unsure. "Isn't it easy? You don't have to go through all that messy business of a divorce and we both get a maid who will do everything we want without question, and we don't have to pay her even. If our Lana ever kicks up a fuss, I've got two psychiatrists willing to swear that all that time in a coma must have given her false memories." "It all seems ever so dangerous." "Nonsense, and I've already arranged for a couple of men for you tonight who have enormous todgers, you can really enjoy yourself after that dinky prick of your late husband's. Talking of your late husband, we'll make tonight his wake." It all seemed so final to Una, but all her life she'd looked up to her big sister, and she'd never let her down. Merle had always been right about things, so Una, sad though she was to lose Arthur, realised that it was now too late to do anything about it. Arthur was going to be Lana, he could wear all the frilly panties and bras he wanted and she was in for something she believed she'd never experienced, a man with big equipment. She was a bit worried it might hurt, but Merle had promised her it wouldn't. Meanwhile, The maid, now Lana, had been listening to every word they had discussed. He knew that on top of everything, Una was going to break their marriage vows tonight. Lana continued to clean the room and try to think of any way he could escape, but Merle was keeping an eagle eye on him, no doubt until she was able to alter the setting on his collar, so she could control him completely. Of course, Lana was unaware of the holiday arrangements of the shopkeepers. At five o'clock, Merle took him up to his new quarters and changed all his costume to a lilac coloured one, the matching shoes had six inch heels, and they were again locked onto his ankles. The lilac corset was tightened by her, even tighter than Beth in the shop had managed. Una raved about how sexy he looked, and didn't he love his new clothes? He indicated that he did not. The guests started to arrive from about seven, and by eight thirty there must have been twenty of them there, all women, except for the two men promised. Lana was kept busy serving drinks to the all, realising that this was Merle's lesbian gathering, from the number of suggestive comments and free hands of them nearly all. Once everyone was quite merry, Merle introduced a game, where Lana had to go along a line of them, bringing them off with his tongue. It was a competition to see who could take the longest, and to give Lana inspiration, other women took turns hitting his backside with a riding crop. The quicker the woman came, the shorter the time of the beating, but the woman stood less chance of winning. Several times Lana wondered if he was going to pass out first from the pain of the crop or the pain caused by his chastity or lack of breath from either the corset or the choker. Through all this he had to remain silent, or risk dying of suffocation. There then followed the biggest surprise of the night. Merle decided it was time to make Lana suffer, watching his widow play with the men. "You men," she called loud enough to attract everyone's attention. "I have a real treat for you and my horribly straight widowed sister tonight, stand there, together, now I want you to get your John Thomas out, and Lana is going to get them nice and ready for Una to take them up to bed." Una walked over, guiding her husband to stand in front of the men. She pushed him down on his knees as they opened their flies. Then she looked surprised and then at Merle. "Is this a joke Merle?" "What do you mean Sis?" "You've invited each man with a small penis." "No Una, I know my penises," she paused for laughter, "and these are prime specimens." "Well you're badly misinformed, they're not much bigger than half the size of my husband's, is this a joke or is that why you don't find any satisfaction from men?" "Don't be silly Una, you told me his was small." "No I didn't, you laughed when I said that I didn't have anything to compare it with, now I do, these are small. Look, I'll show you." She went to lift up Lana's skirt when she remembered that his was locked away, permanently. Suddenly she realised what she may have lost and ran from the room, crying all the way to her own part of the house and her bedroom. She had a sudden thought. If Merle was so wrong about that, what else could she be wrong about? She decided that if Arthur had spilt a lot of thinners, there should be marks on the sheets he used to cover the furniture. She knew that he was an exceptionally tidy workman, so they shouldn't have more than a few spots of paint on them. She found the sheets in the room that Arthur had been using as a workshop. She carefully unfolded them and to her relief, only the occasional small spot of paint was to be seen, then she saw another sheet rolled up, away from the others. There it was, almost two feet square, the stain left by something spilt. She heard a loud commotion in the distance. Back in the party room, Merle had found a large balloon and blown it up. "What do you think your collar would do if I burst this balloon right next to it Lana?" Lana cringed, expecting the pain to hit any second. "If you're very good, and give a demonstration of how to make men cum in your mouth, and if you swallow it all, I won't burst it." As the guests shouted cat calls and took photographs, Lana was forced to bring the first man to climax. But try as he might, he couldn't swallow it. He was just about to start on the second, when there was a loud hammering and the sound of breaking glass. From two different directions a number of uniformed and plain clothes police entered the room, telling everyone to stand still. Apart from a couple of initial screams, silence descended on the room. "Are you Arthur Nichols?" one of them asked him while another helped him to his feet and he nodded. "What is the meaning of this outrageous break in?" Merle drew herself up and was furious. "This is a private party and you've no right to be here." "This is a search warrant," another officer told her, "we have information that a person is being held here against his will, and I am arresting you on a charge of slavery." He read her the standard warnings. A man in overalls came up to Arthur, looked at the collar round his neck, then produced an enormous pair of bolt cutters, removing the lock in one movement. Arthur found it all too much and fainted. Suddenly the guests broke their silence, claiming innocence of anything to do with the bizarrely dressed maid, but the collection of various recordings and photographs on their phones was soon to prove extremely embarrassing. When Arthur regained his senses, he pointed out that the other conspirator was up in the east wing of the house. While officers were sent to arrest her, the locksmith, the man with the bolt cutters, looked at the chastity device and shoes. The latter he removed with what looked like a couple of bent pieces of wire, the other, he shook his head at. "Have you been given any injections?" he asked, but Arthur didn't know, only saying that he was unconscious for periods of time. "We've got to get this gentleman to hospital," he told the policeman. "I've heard of this but never seen it, the device is designed to be permanent, insofar as very strong hormones are given and it only comes off when the privates shrink." Arthur was horrified that his wife and her sister could do such a thing, but immediately started to worry that he was already a eunuch. Before they could leave, the officers returned with Una and she was crying hysterically. "I believe you!" she shouted. "I believe you, you didn't steal the damn things." As she was taken off, Arthur gave a quick version of what he'd been accused of, then a paramedic arrived from the ambulance the police had accompany them. He was taken straight to the hospital, together with the locksmith who said that he would remove it once he'd checked on a couple of things, and that he would probably need an anesthetic. Thanks to the videos shot, the men and the women involved in the sex acts and the beatings were all arrested and charged with assault. Merle and his wife were charged with various assaults, kidnap, slavery and false imprisonment. Warrants were issued against the shop owners, and as they had the freehold on the premises, the police were confident of charging them. The girl who waxed him came to visit Arthur in hospital, finally introducing herself as Carol. She had got to know one of the policemen that had raided the shop next door some months before, on suspicion of procuring, and he had taken action on what she told him. The surgeons had managed to find and remove the time release capsules for the hormone treatments, and gave him counter-acting drugs to lessen the impact of those he had already received. There was a certain irony that he was released to his home address, the big house, and at the same time the sisters had to find other accommodation because of the restraining order against them. He was able to provide his lawyers all the information in writing, that his wife owned forty nine percent of their parents' assets, Merle fifty one percent. He not only won a divorce and the house, he also became a substantial shareholder in the Williams family business, something he sold, so that he wouldn't need to have any contact with them. Eighteen months later he remarried, this time to Carol, the girl who saved him and was very happy indeed, to find that marrying him brought big, no, very big and surprising rewards.