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ONE MAD WEEKEND Arthur Brown and Cindy, his wife of three years, were comfortably off. He was in charge of the forward planning department with a staff of five women, within the accounting division of a major listed international company. His rapid promotion was due to the extraordinary love he had for anything involving numbers and was based in their head office on the south coast of England. Contrary to some employees' opinions, it wasn't anything to do with the fact that the M.D., Hester Carter, was Cindy's aunt. He owned a paid up house of six bedrooms so with his generous salary and bonuses, Cindy lacked for nothing that money could buy. This was a change of lifestyle for her, in spite of her family connection, she came from the poorer side of the family. She always claimed that she fell in love with his blond hair that he kept very long for an otherwise conservative character, and the house had nothing to do with it. She shared her husband's interest in good food, the difference though, was that he enjoyed cooking, she only enjoyed eating. Her only problem, on the face of it was that she had to exercise hard and often, in order to keep her figure of which she was extremely proud. She enjoyed showing her designer dress clad body off to dinner party guests almost as much as the food he had cooked. Arthur's only thought about it was wondering why a dress made of so little material could cost so much, but he never complained. If Cindy was honest with herself she would have admitted that his fiscal status over- rode his small stature and mild manner, making him a highly prized husband for her, but of course she never would have admitted it. At least not until recently when she started to take him for granted and view other men, for example Mick Holden, the owner of her tennis club, with an interest that a respectable married woman shouldn't have shown. She'd known him since she and her husband were students and they used to work shifts behind a bar at one of his clubs, but since then that one had gone upmarket, he only employed girls that were prepared to dress in revealing costumes and make eyes at the patrons. One evening, Arthur was waiting for his wife to dish up one of the meals that their housekeeper had prepared during the afternoon, he was tardily reading the newspaper when he came across a rather tongue in cheek article about a continuing court case. "Did you see in the paper about the man whose wife bullied him?" He asked Cindy, "Apparently she either hit him or tricked him whenever he didn't do as he was told and he wants to divorce." She was well aware of her husband's view of the sanctity of marriage. "Makes a change to hear of a wife standing up for herself." She smiled. "Good for her." "I don't understand why he didn't just tell her to stop." "It depends on the character of each of them, if a woman is really determined then the sky's the limit for her, men are really the weaker sex but they think they can do anything they like to women without any consequences." Cindy had a sudden thought. "I bet I could make you do something you didn't want to and you wouldn't be able to do a thing about it." "That's silly." "Why silly?" She was still smiling. "Why would you make me do something that I didn't want to do?" He was curious. "It might be something I want you to do, so why shouldn't I?" she replied. "We can't always have what we want all the time." Arthur was keen to curtail the conversation. "So what you're saying is I can't have what I want all the time, but you can because you're the man?" "You know that's not what I'm saying." He felt he was starting to wade through treacle. "We discuss things and do what we both decide." She placed the dinner plates in front of them. "I'll tell you what, forget it, I'll arrange a small demonstration, then we'll see if this little woman has a say in what's going on or not." It was more than a week later, a Friday evening, Arthur had forgotten all about the discussion they had. Cindy hadn't, she'd been busy for nearly all that time, discovering and arranging things. She'd mentioned her argument with Arthur to several people and the next day she was approached by a woman she knew only by name, Irene Forester, and it was this woman who had told her exactly what to do. She'd even given her the phone numbers and web sites to contact, the most important being an extremely expensive agency that claimed they could perform instant transformations. By the end of the week she was ready. He got home earlier than usual, one o'clock as Cindy's aunt told him he could have a half day, he went up to the bedroom to freshen up and change into something more comfortable before reading the paper. He had just stepped out of his suit trousers when his wife spoke to him, making him jump. "I'm sorry my darling, I didn't hear you come upstairs." "I said, will you try this body wash before you shower?" She was rather short with him. "You spread it all over your body, on your neck and chin as well then leave it for a few minutes before you step into the water. It's supposed to really invigorate you, but don't get it on your head." He took the container from her and did as she suggested. It didn't smell very nice and after a short while started to tingle all over. "How long are you supposed to leave this?" he called out from the bathroom. "Five minutes more, you have to get the full effect," she shouted in reply. The tingling was replaced by a burning sensation and he was only too pleased to get under the jet of water. That was until he saw all his body hair disappearing down the drain. "Hey, this stuff has stripped off all my body hair." "Sorry, it sometimes does that, but you'll feel really clean afterwards." She came into the bathroom after a few minutes with a big fluffy towel. "Sorry about that my love, but you must admit that was the most refreshing shower you've ever had." He had to agree and when she suggested that he lay on the bed, she'd laid another towel on it, and let her massage him, he readily agreed. He started off face down and as she massaged in an aromatic oil, he'd never felt better. "Turn on your back now," she ordered him. "Don't open your eyes, I have a surprise for you." To be sure he didn't peek she placed a towel over his face. She continued with the massage, sometimes, as with his back, a little rough, so he didn't notice the small prick of a hypodermic syringe going into his arm. In another couple of minutes he was almost asleep. She pulled one of his arms over her shoulders and helped him, in his drugged state to walk into the next bedroom. During the week she'd had the decorators in and had made this into a girly-girl's dream. All pink and fluffy with mirrors and vanity complete with cosmetics of all sorts. The wardrobes and drawers held some of the very sexiest garments she could find. He was becoming more drowsy all the time so, as it was still damp she hurriedly put his long blond hair in rollers just before he passed out all together. He slept on while a woman came into the room in hospital scrubs and pushing a stainless steel trolley. It was none other than Irene Forester herself. In no time at all she had made two small incisions, one a couple of inches under each of his nipples, felt into them with her finger, widening the space under his skin. She replaced her finger with a balloon like object, smoothing each one out, then attached a large syringe which she emptied into the balloon, filling it out and pushing up the skin covering. Very soon he had two perfectly shaped breasts. She sealed the balloons and some medical adhesive sealed the incisions. Next she squeezed his scrotum to push his testicles back up into his body then wrapped his penis in the empty sack. She used the same adhesive to hold it in place, then drew it all back to his adhesive covered perineum, thereby fixing the package tight up against the underside of his body. The effect made it look just like the outer lips of a female vagina. Cindy then held him up while Irene wrapped a garment round his body, fastening it by the clips on the busk front. Rolling him onto his stomach, between them they pulled the laces at the back tighter in stages, until his waist was pulled in quite dramatically, then tied them off. The woman took another hypodermic and gave a series of injections all over his buttocks and Cindy was mesmerised as she watched a distinct swelling contribute to an hourglass figure. She lubricated a long butt plug, put it in place then used a pump to enlarge it inside him to ensure it wouldn't come out until it was deflated, showing Cindy how to reattach the pump in order to do that operation when she allowed it to be removed. Laying him on his back again, they worked on his make up painting his face in a dramatic, almost theatrical way, especially his blood red lips. "This stuff is the best, it will last several days, is that OK?" Cindy said nothing, it was too late to change it now so she just ran a hair drier over his rollers. Irene used an aerosol spray with an extended nozzle to spray a liquid down his throat then gave the can to Cindy to keep, telling her that it would raise the pitch of his voice. Toenails were painted, and silk wraps glued to his natural fingernails all the same colour, bright red, extending almost an inch beyond the natural nail. They dressed him in thigh high self support stockings printed with tiger spots all over, and a tight, strapless but boned costume, again with tiger spots, that pushed his breasts up dramatically but left a large proportion of them uncovered. It was also very narrow at the rear, leaving the inviting globes of his buttocks bare and later proved to be uncomfortable for him where it ran between his cheeks. He was fitted with 'cat' type ears, a wide metal collar and a pair of five inch heeled, white sandals with an ankle strap that locked on. As finishing touches his actual ears were pierced in four places each with blood red stones in the upper holes and little kittens in the bottom ones. His cheeks were pierced three times on each side where straight black wires were clipped into them, making them look like cat's whiskers, then his nose had black painted on it with a line that extended down to his upper lip. She pulled him over on his side and through a small hole in the crotch of the leotard, lined it up with the butt plug underneath, she was then able to screw a tail into the plug until they heard a click as it was properly in place. The tail was almost rigid, curving up from his backside in a sort of 'S' shape and Cindy realised that when it wobbled it would move his plug in a most interesting way. "That's almost everything done," Irene told Cindy, "when you want to remove the tail you have to squeeze it just here, you can feel the button, and twist it at the same time." She held Cindy's hand in the place until she could find it on her own. "He won't be able to cum until the drug wears off so you don't have to worry about any leakages, but he will get randy as hell. He won't be able to think straight and he'll do whatever he's told but it won't effect any automatic functions he has, you say he can cook, well he'll still be able to do anything he's cooked before." She handed Cindy a pill. "Give him this during the day tomorrow and it will prolong the effects of what I'm going to give him until Sunday, then when he comes out of it he won't be able to remember a thing that's happened to him. If you want to control him beyond that, he has the shock collar on that you ordered, this is the remote for it." The woman gave her the small black plastic remote and him another injection then left, taking all her tools of trade with her. Cindy sprayed him with a strong floral perfume and as he was starting to come to, took the rollers out of his hair and brushed it through. It was only three and a half hours since he had got home from work. "April, April, wake up, it's time to go to work." He slowly started to come round, completely disorientated and not recognising the room he was it. "Where am...?" he started to ask where he was but didn't recognise his own voice. "What's the matter April, aren't you feeling well?" Cindy asked him. "You'd better get your finger out, Mick will be here in a minute and you know what he's like if you don't want to work." "Who?" "Mick Holden idiot, stop messing about, your boss, where you work." Cindy succeeded in confusing him more. He looked down at his body and not only saw what he was wearing but saw how he filled it out as well. "What am I doing in this? What's happened?" "I don't know April, I just came in and found you flaked out, you'd better get a move on, I see you've got yourself ready." She took a lightweight coat from the wardrobe and offered it to her confused husband. "Slip this on and we'll go down to wait for him." The coat had a back vent and his tail poked out of it in a fashion that almost had Cindy in hysterics. He went to stand up and nearly twisted his ankle as he put his weight on the unaccustomed heels. "Why aren't you putting one foot just in front of the other as you walk?" she asked him. "Anyone would think you weren't used to heels." He was desperately trying to work out what was going on, but the drug he had been given didn't allow for much rational thought. He tried walking the way she suggested and sure enough he found it easier, for a fleeting moment he felt grateful to her, then got back to trying to work out what was going on. As soon as he moved he felt a strange sensation from his back passage that he now realised felt very full. As he felt round his back he came across his tail but by then something else had grabbed his attention. "I've got big breasts," he commented, to himself as much as anyone. "Of course you have April, ever since you had them enlarged six months ago. Why is there something wrong with them?" He took the question in but couldn't answer. He knew something was wrong with them but couldn't work out what, especially if he'd had them for six months, but he couldn't remember them before. Just as they got downstairs the doorbell rang, Cindy opened it and greeted Mick whose eyes boggled at the sight of her husband. "April's all ready," she told him with wink, "shall we get going?" She sat April in the back of Mick's big motor and she sat in the front with him, glancing back occasionally to make sure he was settled. In fact he was finding that sitting on his tail most unnerving, especially when the car jolted but he had given up trying to work out what was going on. Apart from knowing that everything was wrong, he just decided to go with the flow. Once inside the rear entrance of the club, April decided he had been there before, the familiarity of the layout came to him and he could visualise where the bar was going to be. He became aware of something irritating his cheek and went to wipe it only to find that he had whiskers, just one more thing to confuse him. Suddenly he realised he must be dreaming. Cindy took his coat and left him to be taken through to the bar by Mick while she followed another girl who showed her to Mick's reserved table. The bar was the same layout as it was when he worked there before and the familiarity came back to him. What wasn't familiar were the staff. He couldn't understand why some of them thought it suitable to come to work almost naked. Four girls were behind the long bar when he got there, serving the early patrons, mainly groups of office workers stopping off at the end of the week.. Two of them just wore the bottom halves of bikinis, their breasts free to swing (in one girl's case) or jiggle (the other), the other two had what appeared to be a rip-off of bunny girl costumes and when he caught a glimpse of his reflection in a mirror behind the bar, he realised that as a mock kitten he fitted in with them. The trouble he had was that their appearance was turning him on and his tail moving the plug inside him every time he moved was making this even worse. A customer called to him with an order for five drinks, he found they were more or less in the places he expected and he told the customer the price as he handed them over. Mick immediately cut in. "Do that addition on the register April, I don't want mistakes." April did that and it came to the same amount. "She's not just a pretty face Mick," the customer commented as he took the drinks away. Mick looked on surprised. After April had served two more customers with large and complicated orders then checked his immediate addition to Mick's satisfaction, he was told that he needn't double check each time once they got busy and Mick went off to spend his time with Cindy. "Bring a bottle of my Champagne and two glasses over to my table April," he ordered as he left. By the time he arrived with the order, Mick already had his tongue down Cindy's throat. He waited until he got their attention. "Isn't she a darling girl?" Cindy commented to Mick. "She can add up as well," he replied. "I'm really impressed. She'll make a really useful addition to my stable." "Oh, you can't keep her," Cindy quickly butted in as April walked back to the bar, "she's got a job working for my Aunt Hester, she does forward financial planning for her corporation." "Your Aunt is Hester Carter?" She nodded. "Oh I know Hester very well, I'll arrange a transfer, I could do with someone who can advise me on financial matters and waggle her tush like that." "But you know she's really a he and he earns quite a lot of money doing that." Cindy suddenly realised that she was getting in deeper than she intended. "I know, you don't think I've forgotten she's really your husband, do you? When I agreed to this I thought we'd all just have a laugh at his expense and that would be the end of it, but now I've seen him... What does he earn?" Cindy told him, rounding it up a bit to put him off. "Don't worry, that's nothing, how do you think a fifty percent raise would grab him? If he does that for the woman with the shrewdest business mind I know he's bound to be worth it." "Well I suppose he might go for it if he could wear his men's clothes." "No can do Sweetie, he stays in what he's got or something similar, how do you think he'd look as a bunny girl?" "He wouldn't, I can tell you that now." "We'll talk about it later then, right now we've got Champagne to drink." They settled down with their drinks and watched the dance troupe doing what in a sleazy club would be a striptease but here was referred to as 'exotic dancing'. While they opened their second bottle, April was working flat out. Not only was he in high demand behind the counter because he was so quick, he was also required to deliver drinks to the VIP area where Mick was. The entire journey was while having his bottom pinched and hands run over him, and all the while he watched Cindy getting very friendly with Mick. He didn't know why it upset him, but it did. At one stage Mick left the table and found him. He took April to one of the back rooms in the club where customers could have a 'private dance', which had nothing to do with dancing, there was even a double bed in each room. There Mick made him do something unspeakable. He didn't want to but he found he just couldn't refuse. After that Mick returned to his table and Cindy, and April went back to serving. Half way through the evening they disappeared and when they returned an hour later, he noticed that Cindy's blouse had two buttons missing. He saw that she didn't seem to mind so he dismissed it as not his problem, similarly that she was flushed and her hair up-do had fallen down in several places. That was a worry at the back of his mind but it just joined many others. At two it was winding down so she collected her husband, slipped the coat over his shoulders and took him to a waiting taxi outside. When they got home she removed his tail, so he could take off the costume. He had hoped that he would be able to breathe easier, but his corset underneath stayed on although his shoes were unlocked and removed. He tried to remove the thick metal collar, but it wouldn't budge. Cindy did deflate and remove his butt plug, also unscrewing the cat's whiskers from the piercing in his cheeks. His black nose washed off, unlike the rest of his make up. "Don't forget to sit and wipe after," Cindy called to him as he went into the bathroom, "you've been acting very strange lately." He did as he was told but somehow knew that this wasn't what he normally did when he had a pee, it didn't feel natural. 'Perhaps others have noticed there's something wrong with me. I'm sure I dreamed I'm a man but the evidence isn't saying that,' he thought as he examined his breasts. He put on the nightdress he found on the bed when Cindy called him into her bedroom. "Do me a favour April, I'm hot as hell, do that trick you do when you get between my legs." The actions came to him without having to think about them. He didn't notice the large amount of extra mucus that he licked out of her while she orgasmed three times. She noticed that his lipstick looked even brighter when he was finally allowed to leave her and retire to bed. They didn't get up until lunchtime and when they did Cindy had him make a brunch before they got dressed. She gave him the tablet to extend his confusion for another twenty four hours, then guided him to his bedroom. What she didn't realise was that April was trying to make himself think and was concentrating so hard, he forgot to swallow and in a couple of minutes couldn't remember what it was in his mouth. He took it out and threw it in the bin, whatever it was he didn't want it. "Mick wants you topless tonight April, wear this." She handed him what might have been a red one piece swimsuit except it had nothing to cover his breasts, with a tiny mock white gauze apron round the waist, only about eight inches square. She completed the outfit with white self support stockings and red shoes with again the five inch heels and a locking ankle strap. His collar remained in place and it reminded her to put the remote in her other bag. She gave him the once over, then noticed his earrings. She sorted through her jewellery box and found a pair of large dangling ones with red stones in it, so she swapped those for the ones with kittens. "We've got to go to Mick's place first, he's having a little drinks party for some people he said are very important to him and he wants you serving." She put his coat on him to make him decent, then they went by taxi again as Cindy wouldn't drink and drive. They got a warm welcome from Mick and some of his male friends that were already there. Then he took Cindy to one side. "I've had a word with your aunt," he told her and a sense of dread came over her, "she's agreed that your husband will come and work for me, mind you, I've had to compensate her handsomely, he's cost me a lot of money." "Mick, you can't do that, he won't put up with it. You know he's drugged to his eyeballs with some sort of rohypnol, he's putty until tomorrow then he won't remember anything about this weekend and I just have the problem of finding a way to get his make up off. The woman that fixed him up with boobs is coming over tomorrow to take them out. The whole thing is just a mad weekend for me that's cost me a bomb but that's all it is. "Once all that's done, he wouldn't think about leaving the job he's in." "Sweetie, where's his shock collar remote? I know he's wearing one." She looked shocked. "Oh don't bother I've got one here in my desk, they all work on the same frequency. I've bought him, he's mine, just like you and what's mine I keep until I decide I don't want it." Suddenly Cindy realised that she was no longer enjoying tricking Arthur, she swallowed the first glass of Champagne down and it was quickly followed by a second. After the third she decided that she'd just have to go along with things for the moment, phone her aunt and get her to cancel the arrangements, then it would all be sorted. She was soon able to make the excuse and go off to powder her nose, she noticed that already April was being mauled and someone had suggested they played the table game with him. She didn't know what that was but she didn't like the sound of it. She got to a bedroom with an en suite, locked herself in and phoned her aunt. "Why hello dear, I hear your seeing Mr Holden, have a nice time with him, but be careful." "Auntie, have you arranged for Arthur to go and work for him?" "Why yes dear, I realised you were bored with him and when Mr Holden told me what you've done with him, I just knew you wanted rid. It's all worked out rather nicely don't you think?" "Auntie, I just wanted one mad weekend, I don't want to get rid of my lovely Arthur, I know he's a bit stuffy but think of all those dinner parties and he's really very good to me." "I'm sorry darling, there's nothing I can do about that now, I got a very good price for relinquishing his services and the money's in my bank already. I've warned you before to think before you do these harebrained schemes so you've only yourself to blame." "Oh please Auntie, I'm desperate, isn't there anything you can do to help me?" "Well I'll give it some thought dear, but I really don't see what. You enjoy yourself with Mr Holden, I hear his bedroom manners are very much appreciated by his ladies, if you understand my meaning. You are a lucky girl." "But Auntie, he's not as good in bed as my Arthur." "Oh dear, that is a problem isn't it? I'm afraid my dear you've made the bed so to speak, so you'd better make the most you can of it." She hung up. Cindy looked at her phone as if she couldn't believe what had just happened. There was nothing more she could do for the moment so she went back downstairs to find the party. It wasn't difficult, loud shouting, jeers and laughter suddenly rang out from the room and when she went in she saw about eight men sat around the glass topped table at the other end of the room. There was an empty chair and one of the men was getting up and another, already standing was putting his trousers back on. Then she noticed that there was a pile of clothes on an armchair and the men sat were bare below the waist. Then she noticed movement beneath the table and when she got closer she saw to her horror that it was April. He had his hands tied behind his back and as she watched he went on his knees between one of the men's legs and started sucking on his engorged penis. There were only a few women there besides her, and she joined them watching the spectacle. She asked what was going on. "It's called the table game," the woman standing next to her explained, "they all sit round the table and a willing volunteer blows each of them in turn but they've only got twenty seconds to get hard when it's their turn. Then they've got to cum in less than five minutes. By the second or third circuit by the girl it gets more difficult for them and they start to get knocked out. The last one in is the winner. The girl's on her third lap so they're starting to fail." She saw the expression on Cindy's face. "Oh don't worry about the girl, they're all Mick's prozzies so they're clean and they're used to swallowing the stuff. I won't do it for Bill, that's him in the red polo neck, so I quite like it when he gets it out of his system for a while." In only a couple of minutes the man April was working on bent his head back and called out. "Yeeeesss." She thought April was going to be sick but he moved straight on to the next one. He had the sticky white fluid over his face, dripping off his chin onto his breasts and lap and she could see that he even had some in his hair. She couldn't stand to watch so she got a drink and went to look for Mick, who she found in the kitchen, organising plates of nibbles. "Do you know what they're doing to poor April?" she asked. "Of course, he's only got two options to use instead of the usual three, so I showed him how to do a good blow job before I set him loose, I didn't want him to be a disappointment. I must say that after a bit of coaching he's quite good." "You made him do you?" Cindy was in a nightmare and she couldn't wake up. "How else am I going to teach him the tricks of the trade? Anyway I've arranged for him to go into a room at the club tonight but I've fitted him with another butt plug, so it shouldn't be too painful for him. He's got to learn Sweetie." She fainted. When she came to she was back in the room with the table game and a woman was offering her some water. She didn't need to be a genius to work out that Mick was making a point to her. He wanted her to see what was happening to her husband. "How's the girl doing?" she asked, not really wanting to know. "You mean how many men are left? She's on her fifth lap and there are still four left in. There was a bit of trouble, the girl decided to take a break, but Mick must have known what a lazy cow she was 'cause he had her fitted with one of those shock collars. He soon woke her up and got her working again." When April had arrived at Mick's that night he had actually managed to remember that he definitely was a man, what he couldn't understand was how he got breasts, where he got the clothes from and most importantly, why Cindy had brought him to this house in a state of undress. He knew that he arrived in a taxi, but before that he couldn't remember anything after he got home from work. A topless girl met them when they entered the house but he watched his wife as she was kissed deeply by someone he vaguely recognised, then he remembered that it was Mick Holden, the hoodlum that owned the tennis club. They went off and he was taken to a small room near the back of the house. On the way they passed two men and one of them pinched his behind. He yelped, it hurt. Worse was to come though. Another girl was waiting and told him to bend over. She pulled the bottom of his costume to one side and pushed something into his rear. It was very painful and he tried to expel it but he couldn't. "Leave that in there dear," the girl told him, "then it won't be so painful later on." He didn't know what she meant but allowed himself to be led back into the main room with a bar at one end. He was set to work pouring drinks but all the time he was desperately looking round to see Cindy to ask her what was going on. There were probably about twenty guests in the room, mainly men but he could see a few women, being served by the two girls and himself. Suddenly two men got hold of him and took him over to a large glass topped table where other men were taking their trousers off. They were all laughing and joking so he smiled and asked what was going on. When one of the men told him what he had to do he tried to explain that there'd been some sort of mistake but was told he could either do it or take the beating of his life. One of the men pinched his nipple so hard it brought tears to his eyes. He had no option but to do as they told him and for the first time (he thought, he had no memory of the previous night) he handled another man's penis. When the man started to cum he pulled his head away so at least he didn't swallow it, but it went all over his face. The next man wasn't so kind, his head was held firmly in place and he had no choice but to swallow. After about six men he lost count. He had never felt so revolted or humiliated. After what seemed like dozens of times he thought he saw Cindy looking on, but if she was she soon disappeared. He reached the stage where he decided a beating was a better option and took a lack of concentration of the remaining men to crawl away. Suddenly he had a man standing in his way, it was Holden. "Get back under the table April." He opened his mouth to explain that he wasn't April, he was Arthur when he was hit by more pain than he'd felt in his life. It was centred on his neck but his whole body went into spasm. "Get back under or you get another one." He had no choice, shaking and hardly able to breathe he crawled back and continued with their sick game. When they were down to just three, one of them asked if he was enjoying himself, making everyone laugh. "No sir, I've never had intimacy with a homosexual before because I have no leanings that way." He'd just assumed the obvious. He wasn't trying to be funny or insulting but the man punched him so hard he was knocked out. "What's the stupid bitch on about?" The man kicked April hard in the ribs just as he was coming round. "He's saying that he only likes women." Everyone turned and looked at the speaker, Cindy had seen her chance. "He's a man forced to dress like that and given fake boobs just for my amusement, but it's not amusing any more. Mick thought it would be fun to have you all have sex with another man." Pandemonium broke out. The important guests of Mick didn't see anything funny. Most of the men were well built and the ones that weren't had minders with them who were set to go to work on Mick. His own minders went into the fray, as did Mick and the remainder of the men. Cindy grabbed the stunned April by the arm and dragged him as quickly as possible from the room, down the corridor and out of the front door. There were several cars outside and one of them had keys in it. She pushed her husband in and got into the driver's seat. Then disaster struck. Her door was rapidly opened and one of Mick's minders reached in and pulled out the keys. "Where you off too?" "I'm getting April to the hospital I think her jaw's broken." "Come back inside, the boss'll sort it out." She reluctantly went back into the house, helping April and going in the opposite direction to the guests who were leaving. The minder guided them to meet back up with Mick who was nursing his arm. "We've got to get April to the hospital Mick, her jaw looks most odd." "I've got my doctor coming over, he can treat her. Take her into the back room." Once the minder had removed April he looked straight at Cindy. "What the hell did you open your mouth for?" "I'm really sorry, I'm afraid I can't change the fact that he is my husband and I didn't want him beaten up. I'm sorry Mick, I didn't think of the difficulties it would cause you." "Well I wish you'd thought before you opened your mouth." He smiled at her. "Never mind Sweetie, you win some you lose some. I don't think I would have made much out of what they were suggesting anyway, lets go down the club and have a drink. Don't worry about the girly-boy, Doc will look after him." Cindy had no choice but to go with him and trust his word that April would be looked after. After two or three hours there they'd both had enough and went back to Mick's, ordered a nightcap and went to bed. They were just getting hot and bothered when there was a knock on the door. "Come in if you must," Mick called out and pulled the bedclothes back to see what it was, having the effect of exposing their bodies from the waist up. A girl in a very sexy French maid's costume entered, carrying their nightcaps. She put the first one down beside Mick then was taking the other round to place beside Cindy when they both looked at each other. It was difficult to tell which was most shocked, Cindy or April. "So that's why I've had to suffer like this all weekend?" April told his wife. "No, please, it's all a mistake," Cindy tried to explain but April just looked at Mick. "Will that be all Sir?" he asked as formally as he could. They both looked at April, surprised at his response, then they saw the tears running down his cheeks. "April, I've got a proposition to put to you." Mick took a breath, amazed at the man's tranquillity. "Would you come and work for me, doing the same as you do now but on double the salary and giving just the occasional hand in the bar?" "Mr Holden." April looked so sad. "I know you could force me to do what you ask, God knows you have the means, but bear this in mind. I would be giving you financial advice but you would never be able to trust me. It might not be this month, or year, but I give you due warning. If I am forced to do that job for you, at some stage in the future, probably when you least expect it, I would ruin you. Don't confuse this with a threat. It is just an irrefutable fact. Now, do you still wish me to work for you?" Mick's face got red and for a moment Cindy thought she was going to be mopping up her husband's blood. Then he threw back his head and roared with laughter. "No April. I thought I had a gun to your head, but when someone wants to die threatening them with a gun is no threat. I'll do you a deal, it's only ten, you go back down the club until we close at three, work conscientiously and I'm done with you. Hell, I'll even pay for your taxi home. "Is that a deal?" "It's a deal Mr Holden." April left the room and Mick picked up the phone, ordering one of his men to take April to work. Then Mick took a sip of his drink and carried on where he left off with Cindy. April did his best to wipe his eyes without making them look red and started serving behind the bar. His ribs and jaw still hurt in spite of the painkillers, but not nearly as much as the mental anguish he was going through. He'd been working for a half hour or so when he was told to go back to one of the private rooms with a single drink, a large scotch. He knew what the rooms were used for, there were double beds in them so there could be no doubt, but he hoped that he wasn't going to be hurt to satisfy the sadism of some wealthy customer. It occurred to him that he was of no value to Mick except perhaps as a victim of someone else who could pay. He was completely thrown when he saw the client lying on the bed. It was Cindy's Aunt, his boss Hester Carter and she was naked except for a huge dildo. "Ah there you are April, I've been so looking forward to this, ever since I had my friend suggest it to my niece as a good idea for you. I'm looking forward to doing things with you in the knowledge that you won't remember them and you're going off to be prostituted by that pimp Holden. Come over here dear, with my drink. That's it. Oh it's going to be so good telling you to do the most disgusting things, knowing that my good friend Irene has dosed you up." Probably the most important thing that Cindy had omitted to tell her aunt since her earlier phone call was that for some reason the second dose hadn't worked and April was now alert. "Now come over here dear and suck on my lovely black prick, make it nice and wet before it slides into your arse." "Please Mistress, I already have something filling me." April had seen something and had a plan. "Bend over dear and we'll have that out in two ticks," she told him. He turned in such a way that while she was dealing with his backside, he reached into her open purse on the floor for her telephone, opened her social media site turning the live video on, replacing the phone to one side, so that it had not too bad a view of the bed. "Please Ms Carter, I don't want to do this," he spoke in his most plaintive voice. "I'm sorry but you must, this was part of the deal when I sold you to Mick Holden." "Please Mistress you know I have this control collar on, I can't refuse you but your friend has set me up so I've been forced to do the most depraved acts and when I hesitated I was electrocuted. Shall I get you another drink first from the Holden Club bar?" He had seen that she had downed the first so hoped for a delay. It worked. "Yes April, but hurry up." He didn't delay, he didn't want her to look around too much but he had successfully mentioned where they were. He returned with her drink. "You make a good looking girl you know, April. I think I'll suggest to Mick that he pays for the operation for you. I think then I'll dose you up with testosterone and valium, if that would work as well. Then you'd be randy as hell for a woman and all you'd be able to have would be men, or rather the men would have you. It makes me quite wet, the thought of torturing an ordinary man who can't be a man again. Would you like me to do that April?" "Oh no Mistress, what would Cindy do?" "She'd be alright, she's been cuckolding you with Holden anyway, so she'd have a real man to fuck her. Meanwhile you're going to get fucked in more ways that one." "Oh no please Mistress, I don't want you to." "Turn over now." He slowly turned, making sure that she would be in full view of the camera, but once she started he wondered if he was going to be able to stand it once it started. "Mistress, this is rape." "I know April and there's nothing at all you can do about it." She laughed. At that moment the door opened and two men and a woman entered. "No but I can," said the man at the front. "Madam, I am Detective Superintendent Marks and I am placing you, Hester Carter, under arrest for indecent assault." Hester screamed. It was several minutes before she stopped. April was taken with almost everyone from the club to the police station, where he learned that the police had planned to raid the club anyway. They had heard that Mick was meeting up with some villains from London, with a view to expanding all their activities and they had been on the point of packing up when someone telephoned about the live video on the internet. April was able to tell them about the meeting and how it had failed. The Super was incredulous when he found who he had just arrested, one of the outstanding figures of business in the country, a pillar of respectability. As he explained to April later. "I'm sorry to admit that often when a high profile person is arrested they can get lenient treatment because they can afford the best lawyers, in this case I've seen the recording and I can't think of any way she can excuse herself. Well done." Cindy and Holden were picked up within a few minutes of the raid on his club, and with the cooperation of her, they tracked down and arrested Irene Forester. When they searched the Holden house the next day, they recovered the security footage of the 'table game' and although some of the participants were able to claim they thought April was a volunteer, it added to the charges all round. When April got home eventually, nearly lunchtime he telephoned a solicitor, James Body, that the Super had recommended and was in his office first thing on Monday. He had to search the clothes that Cindy had put in April's room and had only found one outfit respectable enough to wear out. His man clothes were out of the question with the make up on his face. James Body had already collected quite a bit of information from the police and already put a restraining order on Cindy, preventing her from contact with him and so she couldn't return to the house. With April's approval he prepared civil actions against Irene Forester, Cindy, her aunt, Mick Holden and interestingly the corporation he worked for. James explained that as Hester Carter was his boss, his employers were also liable especially as they were able to prove that much of the conspiracy against him was carried out during working hours. He did ask if he wanted to continue to be employed where he worked, but April told him that he didn't want to go back where there were so many bad memories. The same applied to his family home the they had lived in. He said he intended to sell it as soon as possible. The criminal cases came up first. Cindy got five years as did her aunt, Mick and Irene each got three but in each of those instances they ended up with more, due to unrelated drug and prostitution charges. A number of Mick's staff were also done the same, but not for his abduction and assault. The civil action bought him very little against Cindy, he got the house and ninety percent of the assets of the marriage, but he had either inherited or earned them anyway. He got ten thousand from Mick, forty thousand from Irene Forester and two hundred thousand from Hester. The real jackpot came from his employers. They fell over themselves backwards to avoid an action going to court and James took full advantage. They paid nearly a million to April plus all his legal expenses. All this took over four months to sort out, but Arthur didn't return in that time. April set up a consultancy having got his first client from James, his solicitor, it was a mutual friend. He had an engineering business that had used James for purchase of premises and later contract work, and they got to know April during a social evening at James's house. They suggested that in these days of worrying about employing minorities, he could actually benefit from being April, and so it was. He didn't want or need to go any further than his implants, and he used a gaff rather than be too tied down, so to speak. He became very friendly with another solicitor in James's office and she found having a girl and boyfriend rolled into one wonderful and eighteen months after his divorce from Cindy he remarried. For conventions sake, he arrived as the man, much to the disappointment of many but he did say that he still wanted to keep a foot in each camp. The advantages of each, man or woman, could then be taken as he wished. Once Cindy and Hester had been released from prison, Hester sold up and they moved to somewhere in France, where their reputations would have difficulty following them. As Hester had become ill, her stay in prison had done her no favours, Cindy took on the duties of carer. If she had known that her aunt would just remain frail and demanding, rather than die, it's doubtful that she would have committed herself to so many years of looking after her. Mick? He just considered the odd time in jail as an occupational hazard, it didn't change him.