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Warning: scenes of forced sex and humiliation. My stories with XXX ratings are not edited, sorry. Sold I spread bundles of cash on my table and smile innocently. Igor looked at the money and swallowed hard. "You are offering me less than half of what was invested in building this house!" Igor is shouting in anger, but his voice is also trembling now. It is a good sign, that means we are close to the end. I remained silent; sometimes silence is the loudest argument. "Misha, for god's sake! Our children go to the same school; we are neighbors." I frowned and started to assemble the money to put it away. I don't like to hear such arguments. If I would start helping all my neighbors, I will be broke within a week. I began to take away the money. "Stop! What are you doing?" His hands are shaking, beads of sweat are visible on his forehead. I took a deep breath and put my body forward before answering. "I'm really sorry your daughter got cancer, and I'm willing to help, but it is not my fault that the system is not working. The supposed free medical system is not really free if you want to live. You urgently need money, I understand it. "But consider that the economy is down, and the demand is down, I may be stuck with your house for months. I have my risks to consider. I can offer you this cash, take it or leave." It wasn't right; I had already got a customer and will ask Igor's family to move out as soon as he signs the papers. And I'm perfectly aware that there is no other place around he can get the money that quick. He may try to ask another real estate agent, but I doubt somebody has enough cash available. But why would I care? When I was poor as a church mouse, nobody was rushing to help me, so why should I bother? Since the collapse of USSR, our family was doing badly. I grew up in poverty. But one day I started to understand the rules of the game: you have to get something for sale, and you have to wait patiently for an opportunity to sell it at a much higher price. And during an economic crisis, the best asset is solid cash. As soon as I buy his house, I will sell it; it is possible to sell it with 70-80% margin, but I'm not willing to wait. 50% margin will be alright, and I will get my cash back within a few days. And sure enough, a new opportunity will come, and I will do it again and again. A looked at my watch and cleared my throat letting Igor know that his time is up. "You!" Igor cried, his body is trembling. "You son of a bitch, be cursed!" "Yea, yea. I heard it all before. Start signing the papers or get out of here." ***** What a day! I opened 25-years-old cognac from Armenia, poured myself a bit and smiled. I was afraid that Igor might get a stroke when I announced to him that he needs to move out immediately. His wife cried like an animal. Luckily for me, the buyer was also a real estate agent, and he didn't pay any attention when I was showing the house. Somebody knocked at my door. "Michael, I heard you finalized the deal today?" I nodded to our new sales manager. "Yea, Fyodor, it was the quickest and one of the biggest deals I ever have." "What about my 5%? You promised I would get the commission as soon as the deal is complete." I gulped the cognac. It is easy to promise something before the deal. It was easy to say, Fyodor, you will get 5% from the deal value as soon as I finalize it, just bring me something. But now it means giving away money, my money. Sure he wasn't working too hard to find Igor; it is cash, my beautiful solid cash that was the key in this deal. "Couples of days from now I will receive my money, and sure I will pay you," I answered smiling, already deciding to pay him only half. Sure, he doesn't know the exact amount of the deal. Fyodor looked at me with suspicion in his eyes but said nothing. ***** One of the negative sides of my work is that I got very few friends to celebrate the success with. I've surrounded myself with people who may be useful to me: police officers, local bureaucrats, people in the construction business. They all are helpful people, but they don't need to know that I just made a very quick and very profitable deal. Some of them may get greedy. Another option would be to celebrate it with my wife, but it may send a wrong signal. For weeks we are almost not talking to each other. She suspects that I'm cheating on her, with is correct, and I'm waiting for her to accept the fact that I have lovers. I picked up my phone and called the one girl that is always available for me. "Hi Anna, I'm coming," I said as soon as she answered. "When?" "20 minutes from now." "But ..." I hung up without listening to her Buts. Whatever she is doing, she must stop and run to the flat I'm renting for her. She may be nursing her mother or helping her younger brother; I don't care, she belongs to me, and she will obey me, or the money will stop, and I will complain to Andrey. When you are getting rich, a lot of people start to approach you. Most of them are scum and beggars, but a few of them can be useful. Andrey is very useful. Whatever I have in mind he can get it. When I got an idea that I would like to have a young woman as a lover, he comes with a catalog. There were plenty of girls of all sizes and colors. I choose Anna because she was looking natural, not fake. Anna desperately needed money as she was the only breadwinner for her younger brother and sick mother. Thanks to my money, they are doing alright now, and Anna even returned to study at the University. For a long time, I wasn't able to understand what attracts me to her. Any day I can have a real pro with big breasts and huge lips and capable of making me scream with pleasure. And sometimes I have girls like this. But Anna is very different. There nothing special about her, but she is also beautiful in her own way. Big brown eyes with sadness deep inside. Small, but perky breasts. Her figure is almost boyish, and her short dark hair is not helping. It took me a while to recognize what it is, what is turning me on so much. I saw her running up the stairs; she is dressed as a teenager. She is not even trying to smile or look playful. She is not faking it; she is for real. And I know she hates me, she hates every minute we spend together. But she also got no choice but to obey and please me. "You are late," I said, and I think I saw a glimpse of hate before she turned her eyes away. "I ... I'm sorry." "I'm sorry?" "I'm sorry, Master." She said without looking at me. "Yes, that's right, and look me at the eyes when talking to me." I ordered her to join me in the shower and removed my clothes. It feels good to press tight to her body under hot water. She closed her eyes, probably thinking of someone else. I pushed her to stand on her knees in front of me and ordering her to look at me all the time while I will be enjoying her mouth. **** We lay on the bed tired. After the shower, I was fucking her roughly from behind while ordering her to call me master, beg me to stop and slapping her ass cheeks painfully every time she opens her mouth. Our roleplaying was becoming more and more sadistic. "Michael?" She asked all of a sudden. "Yes, Anna?" "How much money do you have?" "Why?" "Just wondering. How many flats like this one you can buy? Five flats, ten flats?" "I can buy a lot of them easily." She becomes silent for a while before asking again. "Have you considered investing in HiTech startup?" "What?" "You know, startup. It is like investing in Apple before they become famous." "Nea, not my kind of things. I like something real, like solid cash, real estate. And I think there is no new Apple around to invest." "A lot of people become rich investing in Bitcoin in the right time." She got me there. As much as I was ignorant of the IT industry, Bitcoin story got my attention. I was even studying it for a while, only to realize that I'm a couple of years too late. "Together with my friends we have started a project at the university. It may become very big, but we need to invest in equipment." "Forget about it; I'm a real estate guy, I need something solid to believe." "We have some solid results already; I can demonstrate it to you if you like." "What it's all about?" "We found a way to connect the human brain to a computer. We are using electromagnetic fields to broadcast virtual reality directly into the brain and receiving feedback. It can become huge. But we also found some side effects..." It's yet another thing that makes me hook on her: she is smart. When I'm forcing her to give head to me, I'm fucking the head with a very bright brain inside. "We would talk about it later, but for now I need you to stop talking, wrap your lips around my cock and start sucking it." **** A dimly lit corner in an old almost entirely abandoned building; a bunch of computers, some without covers; wires and cables everywhere; two old chairs with pieces of what looked like out of date MRI machines around it. "So, you are telling me that this junkyard is a new Apple?" I said skeptically. "Wait till I show you how it's working. Took a seat here." She pointed me to an old chair with pieces of an MRI machine over it. "ok, but be quick, I'm getting feeling I'm wasting my time here." She adjusted pieces of equipment around my head. She switched something on, and I hear a loud banging noise. She turned to face me, and I see pure hate in her eyes. She is not trying to conceal her hatred right now, and I become frightened for some reason. The noise around my head is growing louder and louder. "I don't like it!" I cried and tried to stand up, but suddenly darkness swallowed me. ***** I was vaguely aware of the silent darkness, of being inside some strange place, of not being able to feel my body, of not being able to understand where I am, or even what am I. But it all starts to evaporate as pieces of a dream when I wake up. I saw a dim light, and I heard a loud crashing sound. The sound continued, and I took a deep breath. Something is wrong; something is terribly wrong! I start to shake and gasp with horror when I see my own body stepped into the view. My body has swung a big hammer crushing nearest computer, then swung it again making sure the hard drive is damaged beyond repair. "Who are you?" I cry with high pitched trembling voice. My body stopped turning to me. "Don't you get it? I'm you now, and I believe I'm going to like it. I'm taking your pathetic life over. I will use your money to make something useful for humanity; I will try and find a cure for my mother." Slowly I stand up from the chair, noticing that the chair is also wrong. I see delicate hands attached to my body. My body? With shaking hands, I touched one of the female breasts in front of me, and I felt the touch. I knew this body, but it is not mine! Another loud crash near me made me jump. I saw my real body is crashing the equipment above the chair. "What are you doing?" "I'm making sure there no way you can reverse it." "But what I'm going to do now?" I hear a hysterical note in my voice. "Just be a good girl and do what you told. Now go downstairs and wait for Andrey to pick you up." "I'm not going anywhere, change me back!" Without answering, Anna in my body stepped forward, swung the hammer and crushed another piece of equipment inches away from my head. I shuddered, feeling small and vulnerable, intimidated by my own body. Anna started to raise the hammer again, this time looking directly into my eyes. I run screaming with horror. For a moment it sounded like Anna is running behind me, and I run as fast as I can. The dark corridors and doors, everything looking bigger and threatening and I almost lost my balance when trying to run downstairs. Everything is different; I used to wear 11 shoe size, and now it was like 5? "I need to calm down! I need to calm down!" I said to myself aloud and tried to breathe. Anna didn't follow me; she just scared me away. But thought to come back and confront the mad girl in my body swinging the hammer made me shudder. I was standing outside; it was getting dark, and I was breathing the cold air, trying to calm myself. I saw something move out of the corner of my eye: a shabby-looking man, probably homeless, has stopped digging through a pile of trash and turned his attention to me. "Wanna smthing?" Mumbled the man and greened a toothless green before stepping toward me. "Stay away from me perv!" I cried and stepped back to the entrance of the building. The man showed his rotten smile again and continued to approach me. My back pressed against the door and I think I heard yet another crash inside of the building. What is better, to let Anna hit me with the hammer or let this man lay his hands on me? Bright lights of a black Volvo cut the darkness scarring away the homeless man. The car stopped alongside me, and I see Andrey gestured for me to jump in. "Andrey! I'm so happy to see you!" I cried jumping inside. "But I'm not happy at all!" Said Andrey, looked at me and started to drive again. "It is good you finally agreed to join the training, but why Michael said he don't want to see you again? Can you explain?" I looked down not knowing what should I say. Should I try to explain that she switched our bodies? Sure, I will be able to prove who I really am. But the stern looks Andrey was giving me made me doubt he will be willing to listen to my story. And every second we were speeding away from my real body, I felt more and more lost. "Andrey, where are we going?" I asked in a weak voice. "You will join the training immediately. It will be good for you, you will see. As promised, I will take about your little brother, he will go to a good boarding school, and a nurse from the hospital will be looking after your mother. "It is a good decision. I never understood why a girl like you is wasting her youth in the university. You will earn some real money now and will be looked after. Now comb yourself a little, you look ratty more than usual." He gave me a comb and opened mirror in the sunshade in front of me. Anna's face illuminated by a tiny light looked at me from the mirror. Her eyes looked even bigger than usual. The face is tense with fright, mouth slightly open. "I said comb your hair! What are you going to do If they will refuse you? Now, without Michael, who will pay you?" I start to comb my hair just to make Andrey stop screaming at me. The car left the city and approached a wealthy district in suburbia. After a few turns, we ended in front of expensive looking gates. "This Andrey and your new student Anna, I was taking to Olga just an hour ago." Said Andrey smiling to a security camera and the gates start to open only to reveal another gate a few meters ahead. A tall man in a uniform stepped to the car and directed a flashlight to our faces and inside the vehicle. "Andrey, what is this place?" I asked nervously, the tall walls and tough security arrangement was making me uneasy. "I told you many times what is it. Anyway, it is too late to change your mind now." ***** "What do you think, Leonid?" A tall prissy looking woman in an elegant evening dress asked a small man with a funny mustache and old- fashioned glasses. The man looked me up and down, then removed his glasses and studied my face moving unpleasantly close to me. He smelled perfume, tobacco, and expensive alcohol. "I think it is an interesting piece." "Can we use it?" "Yes. I see two possibilities: first is a young, but an intelligent and sophisticated woman, some man like it, she will remind them of they favored primary school teacher. Did you know, Olga, that every man is dreaming about having sex with his preliminary school teacher, especially if she was young and attractive?" "What is the second possibility?" "She is presenting the second possibility. Unisex clothes, short hair, add some piercings and dramatic makeup; she would look like a rebellious teenager, a wet dream of many senior gentlemen." The tall woman turned to Andrey who was standing aside smiling. "You did well, Andrey, you will get your percentage as agreed." Andrey's smile widened, and he bowed before turning to the door. The tall woman turned to face me. "My name is Madam Olga. I welcome you to my house, house where we are restoring our great culture. It's a shame that we forget our traditions. Modern women have no idea how to be a lover, how to please her man, how to be a good maid. There plenty of wealthy men nowadays who are requiring high-quality service, but very few women who know how to do it. You are the lucky one; once I will be done with you, you will never be jobless. Now, take your clothes off." Madam Olga was talking in a calm voice of a person who used to be listened carefully by others. "Take your clothes off," she repeated in the same calm manner, with a slight note of amusement in her voice. I turn my head to the door; the door is closed. I may not really like Andrey, but after his departure, I suddenly felt lonely in this strange place. The small female body made me feel insecure and vulnerable. "Leonid, say to Ivan that his presence is required." Said Olga and turned to me again. "Poor girl, I understand it all may be a shock for you, and I'm giving you one more chance. Take your clothes off." The stern look of the tall woman, the fact that I'm alone, and that my new body is so weak and vulnerable, all of this made me shudder. Reluctantly I started to remove my clothes. "Remove all clothes, including lingerie." I hesitated for a moment, but the look of the woman made me feel like I don't want to piss her off. Awkwardly I put my hands behind my back and unfastened the bra, feeling the cold air against my breasts and nipples for the very first time. Panties followed, and I felt the coldness of the air against my new intimate parts. A bearded man with a suitcase entered. He bowed to Madam Olga and opened the suitcase revealing what looked like pieces of shiny steel. Without saying a word, he measured my neck and wrists and, without as much as a pause, or giving me a look, closed something cold against my neck. With horror, I saw the bearded man put thick steel bracelets on my wrists and closing them with small padlocks, before clothing my collar with a bigger padlock. "No, no, Ivan, this part is mine. It is me who will put her first chain on." Olga stepped to me and connected with a padlock a piece of chain to a ring attached to my collar. "Let's go now; we have things to do." She turned to go and jerked the chain making my head shake unpleasantly. "Ivan, go with us. She is new, and we may need your help." We walked out of the room and through a hall. A big mirror revealed a tall woman walked with a chain in her hand. Anna's naked body with big steel collar around her neck. I freeze seeing the mirror. The absurdity of the situation struck me. The woman jerked the chain painfully, but I refuse to walk. "It is insane! What are you doing?" I asked in a high pitched voice. "I like it!" Said woman and turned to me smiling. "It is so exciting when they are trying to resist. Ivan, give me a hand." The bearded man came forward and took the chain wrapping it around his hand. He pulls the chain powerfully, and I almost lost my balance, forced to walk rapidly toward him. We walked downstairs and entered the basement. The dim light illuminated strange wooden and steel devices, rings attached to the wall. We stopped in front of what looked like a small wooden balance beam, but with rings attached to its sides. Without a word, Ivan pulled me to lie on the beam and fastened my collar and bracelets tightly to one side of it. A big mirror was moved and placed right in front of me. Naked Anna chained to the beam looked back at me from the mirror. Madam Olga comes to me, patted me on my head, and looked at my eyes through the mirror. "Yes, my dear; you will see everything and will understand that it is not a nightmare, it's real and it's happening to you. And don't worry, I know what I'm doing; you are not the first girl I will break in this cellar." I tried to look away, not willing to look at her eyes, but she pulled my hair painfully, forcing me to raise my head and look in the mirror again. "When I will be done with you, we will sell you as a thing, but you will be happy to be owned, to please him or her, to do anything, but not return to this place ever again." Ivan came into view with a leather whip in his hands and stood there waiting for a command with a calm face. "Give it to Leonid; he wanted to practice." Leonid took the whip and came closer to me, smiled nervously, and licked his lips. I tried to prepare for what is coming, not willing to give up, but the sharp pain across my back made me moan aloud. "Leonid, target only buttocks and thighs." He hit me again, this time targeting my buttocks, and again making me moan in pain. "Harder, Leonid, harder. Makes her cry, makes her beg us to stop." Leonid started to hit me harder and faster. Tears run down my cheeks, but I closed my mouth stubbornly, not willing to give them the pleasure to hear me cry. "Leonid, you are much better with makeup. Give the whip to Ivan before she started to like it." The bearded man stepped forward with the same calm face, took the whip and swung it before striking me. "Ahhhh!" I cried not able to remain silent anymore. Sharp, unbearable pain is sending waves of shock through my body. The loud sound of the whip cutting the air and then wet sound when it hit my skin, pain that was making me see flashes of light in my eyes. "Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Please! Ahhhh! Please stop! Please!" I cried at the top of my voice. Suddenly Ivan stopped. Silence comes, and only my sobs sounded in the cellar. Olga came close to me and pulled my hair to raise my head again. "You are willing to say something?" My eyes were full of tears, face crossed in pain, lips trembling and I saw in the mirror that Olga was smiling happily, obviously enjoying the torture. But I don't care; I'm ready to do anything just to stop it. "Please ... please stop. Madam ... Madam Olga, I beg you ... please!" I started to sob again, not able to control myself. "You are doing progress, my dear. Just one more step. Call yourself properly. I think you are just a little dirty ..." She paused waiting for me to continue. "Go on, dear, you know that you are a little dirty... Should I ask Ivan to help you remember?" "No, please no! I'm a ... I'm a whore! Just let me go, please!" "I knew you are a whore, but I wanted you to confess. I hate whores! Ivan, please show this dirty little whore what we are doing with her kind in this house." Something close to a shadow of a smile crossed the guy's calm face. With horror, I saw him pulling his semi-erect cock out of the trousers. "Don't forget lubricant; we don't want to damage this part of her." Ivan took a tube of lube and applied it to his fully erected cock while looking at my eyes through the mirror. I shuddered under his gaze and tried to get as far away as possible before collar cut into my neck. "No! Please no! Don't touch me! I'm not ... I'm not a whore." Ivan stepped forward, ignoring my words, positioned himself behind me, placed his strong hands on my thighs, and lifted my ass in the air effortlessly before sticking his well-lubricated cock inside of me. It felt like I've been punched inside. The man pushed his cock inside of me forcefully, again and again, producing loud wet slapping sound with every thrust. I never felt so much pain and humiliation in my life. I cried at the top of my voice; I tried to beg them; I promised to do whatever they like me to do if they let me go. I ended up howling like an animal. After what felts like a very long time Igor stopped, pulled out of me and stepped forward to direct his cock toward my face. With a loud groan, he sprayed me with his semen. The semen felt sticky and hot against my skin, and I felt its salty test on my lips. "Now, when she proved to be a dirty whore, you will show her how we punish whores in this house." Said Madam Olga and handed Ivan the whip again. And I just closed my eyes wishing I can lose my conscious. ***** I waked up disoriented. A tiny dimly lit room; something hard around my neck. It's started to down on me. "No, no, no, please no." I cried hoping it all nothing but a bad dream. But the pain, a heavy chain attached to my collar and my naked breasts, everything confirms the terrible reality. I tried to walk to the door but stood one step away; a thick chain connected to my collar was restricting my movements. I dropped to my knees and started to cry, and I cried hard with all my body shaking as little children and women do. ***** "How our new student is doing this morning?" Said Madam Olga while opening the door to my cell and stepping inside. "You better get to your knee, start bowing and answering me properly before I get angry, my dear." She said smiling and playing with a short whip in her hands. "Good morning Madam Olga!" I cried rushing to my knees and bowing; my eyes are fixed on the whip. "I asked how are you doing this morning? "I'm ... I'm ... I'm doing great Madam Olga, thank you." "And why are you doing great?" "Because ... because you are training me, Madam Olga!" "I'm impressed; you are doing good progress. Now take this plug and insert it in your anal opening." She handed me a shiny metal plug with what looked like an animal tail attached to it. "You behaved so well I thought we could skip morning whipping today. But you will hesitate my command another second and I will reconsider it." She stood watching, playing with her whip, and I know she can start whipping me any second. I hurried trying to push the cold metal plug inside of me. "Hurry up; all my orders need to be obeyed quickly and without hesitation. Put it in your mouth first to get it lubricated. I did as she said and pressed hard feeling pain as the plug slid inside of my anal opening. "Good. Now put this bandage on your knees and your hands." She helped me to fasten heavy gloves around my hands. My hands start to look like hooves. "This is to remind who you are, a dirty whore, no more than an animal in this house. You will be walking on your four, and you will be eating from the floor like an animal. You will have to earn the right to walk and eat like a human again. "Soon you will be happy to become a slave, to be owned as a thing. That will be a big honor for you, whore. You will never hesitate another command, and you will dedicate your pathetic life to please your owner." She attached a smaller chain to my collar and jerked it painfully, forcing me to follow her moving on my four. Olga stopped after a few meters and turned to face me again. "You behaved so well this morning, and I know I promised to skip the whipping, but sorry I just can't help myself." I closed my eyes shut; tears started to roll before I felt first hit. ***** Three weeks later. "Today is a big day for you!" Said Madam Olga and patted me on the head. "Remember what a dirty little whore you were when you first come to me? And now, with little luck, you may become a slave and belong to a fine gentleman. What a honor for you! It is alright; you can talk now." "Thank you, Madam Olga, thank you so much!" "A piece of advice for you, my dear. Never forget about my cellar. If the gentleman will not be satisfied and will decide to return you, my cellar will be your first stop." We waited for a few minutes before I see that the front door was open. I'm standing with my eyes directed to the floor direct eye contact is not allowed for me, but I think I may know the man stepped inside. I hear him talking to Madam Olga, and I thought I recognize the voice as well. The man is invited to drink tea, and I'm serving them. I'm carefully avoiding looking directly, but I know for sure now the man is my old body. My old body? It felt like ages ago, and I'm not even sure it was real. The cellar, the pain and need to obey is real. The man stopped drinking the tea and stood in front of me. "Look at me." He ordered, and I raised my eyes. He is getting weight I thought while looking at him passively. "Do you recognize me?" I remain silent. "You have to allow her to speak." "You can speak now. Do you recognize me?" "Yes, Master, I recognize you." "Are you willing to be my slave and serve me?" "Yes, Master, it will be the honor for me to serve you." "Prove it," he said and opened his fly. I dropped to my knees and started to help him to get his cock out. For some reason, his cock is flaccid, but I took inside of my mouth and started to suck as I was taught. I know so much how to please a man now, and I was praying silently that he will buy me and take me out of here. After a few seconds, my techniques or my prayers were answered, and his cock becomes fully erect. I heard him moan slightly and was happy that he is pleased. I was moving my mouth up, and down his shaft, I was playing with his scrotum and was doing all the little tricks I was taught, before letting him inside my well-trained throat. He moaned aloud this time, and he grabbed my hair tight and trusted his cock a few times deep inside of my throat, before coming hard in my mouth. ***** Michael was driving us somewhere, and I was seating in the back feeling extremely happy to be away from Madam Olga, but slightly concern that she gave my collar, a piece of chain and a leather whip as a present to Michael. "I divorced your wife ... eghh ... my wife. My biggest problem with your body is that I can't have sex. Women do not arouse me. I tried to have gay sex, but it also doesn't work for me. And then I remember about you being trained to be a sex slave in my body, and for some reason, it appealed to me. Your blowjob back there was my first orgasm in this body. Can you imagine?" "I'm happy to serve you, Master." "Besides, just recently I realize that part of your money is hidden. Will you help me to find it?" "Yes, Master, I will help you to find it." He laughed aloud. "You are so obedient! Thanks to your money, I'm getting better with my research. I can implant you a chip that will enable me to control your body functions. Would you mind if I do it to you?" "I would be honored, Master." ************************************************* Thank you for reading it. Would love to get a review from you, it always motivates me to write again. Just let me know if you liked it. Please click Add Review below and let me know what is working, what is not working. The second thing that motivates me to write is strong coffee. You can buy me a cup of coffee if you like. bitcoin:1BpX2VQVAci5LX4jvUWXv1jUV6cHRH7bBy