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THE SPOILT CHILD
Kenneth Masters was in big trouble. He couldn't work out how or even
why he got into it and he certainly didn't know how to get out.
It all started with the night away. Well no, actually it started three
years before that, when he married Samantha Toller, who everyone knew as
Sam. She was a widow with a ten year old daughter, Kiera, whose husband
had been killed four years before that, in boating accident, at least
that was presumed as his body was never found. Regardless of the
circumstances, he had been declared dead and she received a significant
insurance sum that was on his life, so while she wasn't in the same
league as Ken, she wasn't poor.
Ken had inherited a large fortune from his parents, further enhanced by
an insurance payout for compensation of their deaths in a plane crash.
No one could understand him deciding to spend the rest of his life with
a woman six years his senior and with a child who was showing early
signs of a precocious nature that was certainly not endearing. His
solicitor drew up a prenuptial agreement which she signed, drawing the
teeth from some of the arguments his advisors gave him. The similar
background of tragedy they had, undoubtedly helped to draw him to her.
Now, at only twenty four years of age, Ken himself was starting to
wonder if he'd made a mistake. They were having increasing numbers of
arguments, mainly caused by Kiera's demanding nature, being spoilt by
her mother who gave her whatever she wanted. Ken believed that in the
long run this would not help the child get on in the real world, where a
certain amount of give and take is necessary for normal interaction
within society. That is, if you didn't want to be intensely disliked..
He told Sam that if she didn't instil some sort of discipline in her
daughter, nothing but trouble would come of it, but he was wasting his
breath.
Becoming a young teenager brought on an intensification of her rather
nasty nature but Sam always stood up for her against him, even if she
would have claimed that black was white. It didn't help that at
thirteen she was a tall girl and Ken, being short, was very little
taller and almost certainly weaker if it came to a physical tussle.
That was the background when they went to visit Sam's older sister,
Vivienne, a journey of about twenty miles. They were only going to stay
for lunch, then have a light tea before they left to go home, but it
didn't work out like that. As soon as he had finished eating and drunk
his tea, Ken started to feel ill and it was decided that they would stay
the night and see if he felt better by the morning. He could remember
nothing else.
He woke in the morning with a splitting headache. The sunlight
streaming through the window made opening his eyes painful. He could
feel that he was naked and could feel Sam's warm body next to him but
for a moment had trouble remembering where he was. Her arm fell across
his chest
"Do it again Daddy." The voice he heard didn't compute, the body that
was next to him was also naked and the arm pulled him roughly over on
top of her. He hadn't realised that the bedroom door was open until Sam
walked across the room. She had her phone out and was photographing
them.
"What the hell are you doing?" she screamed. "Get off her!"
Ken jumped out of bed as if it was on fire. The body he left behind was
that of his thirteen year old step daughter, Kiera and to make matters
worse Sam made it clear that the episode was recorded for posterity.
The shouting brought Vivienne to the room as well.
"You pervert!" she shouted, adding to the general noise.
"I'm going to see you in jail for that," Sam was shouting.
"But I found I enjoyed sex with him Mummy," Kiera was insisting, only
making matters worse.
"I don't know what happened," was his plaintive cry.
"I'm going to call the police," Sam said and made as if to leave the
room.
"No! Please don't call them, I can't have done anything but I don't
remember," he pleaded with her.
"Before you call them, Sam, can I have a word with you?" Vivienne took
her arm and they started talking out on the landing, where he couldn't
hear what they were saying. Ken grabbed a towel from the en suite
bathroom to cover himself up.
"Kiera, get dressed, Kenneth, come downstairs with us," Sam told them.
He followed the two women down to the kitchen where they sat on the only
two stools available, leaving him to stand with the towel his only
clothing.
"Vivienne has made a suggestion that I wouldn't listen to if I wasn't
worried about all the procedures my poor Kiera would have to go through
if we went to the police."
"Personally I would have got the police, but your wife's told me not to
call them if there is an alternative. You know that I'm a nurse and
often work for the probation service with offenders?" He nodded
acknowledgement. "I have to give sex offenders chemicals to reduce the
chance of them re-offending. If you are prepared to go on a course of
them, my niece can live her life without the worry of you raping her
again.
"Before you give us your answer, you must be aware that they will have
side effects, so as well as you becoming incapable of having an
erection, you will develop secondary female characteristics. Your body
will become more shapely, including but not limited to appearing to have
breasts.
"The alternative is that we call the police. What will it be?"
Of course he had no choice.
Ten minutes later she had injected him with two syringes with two
different chemicals, she warned him that he might feel nauseous for a
few days. She gave Sam two bottles of pills and told her to make sure
he took two of each every day and that he should arrange to meet her
once a week to have booster injections. Everything had happened so
quickly that he had difficulty catching up with it and was completely
mystified.
After breakfasting, all except Ken who couldn't face it, they drove
home. The journey was made in silence most of the way, he tried to
concentrate on his driving and Sam sat in the back of the car with her
daughter. Any talking done between them was too whispered for him to
hear. When they finally got back, Sam told him to move his clothes into
one of their spare bedrooms, she didn't want to share a bed with him.
He didn't know what was going to happen to them, he barely understood
what had happened so far. One problem they didn't have was finding
another bedroom, they lived in his family home which was built in the
late eighteen hundreds, when industrialists wanted houses on a scale to
reflect their wealth, and his Great Grandfather was no exception. This
had nine bedrooms plus three more in the top floor roof space, formerly
used by servants.
The next week went by with a sort of armed truce between him and Sam.
He went alone to Vivienne's house to get his first weekly injections and
she took the opportunity to have him strip off to examine him. As she
expected, his nipples were already puffy, sitting on slightly swollen
mounds of flesh and his penis was becoming a shadow of its former self.
She told him he should go for a bra fitting before she saw him next, or
his breasts would grow in a very unsightly way. She spoke to Sam on the
phone and suggested she go with him.
That was on the Sunday so the following Saturday he found himself in a
lingerie shop being measured for his first bra. On Sam's insistence he
bought five, every one of them came with matching panties and three of
them suspender belts and camisoles as well. He walked out with an
assortment of stockings and pantyhose as well, straight to the shop next
door but one that sold uniforms. He came out of there with four very
practical dresses of the sort hotel chambermaids use, then on to a shoe
store.
A very willing assistant checked his size and was happy to sell him
three pairs of two inch block heeled shoes to match his dresses, Sam
placed some accessories, handbags, necklaces, bracelets and a ladies
watch in his basket and just as in the other shops he raised no
objections, simply accepting everything that was happening. Once back
home he dutifully put all the new things away in his bedroom then got
their evening meal.
His nightmare continued to get worse during the week when a succession
of builders and decorators arrived to revamp the loft space rooms. He
was simply told that they were being made suitable for him to spend time
in, it had already been made clear that his presence was unwelcome in
the family room in the evenings. The following night he had to move his
female clothes up to the top floor and on Saturday, while he was meeting
Vivienne for his weekly jab, all his male clothes were removed from the
house, donated to local charities.
It didn't take long for him to be called by Kiera, to come to her
bedroom. She showed him that she had downloaded the pictures her mother
took of him in bed with her, he didn't know how or when she was able to
get them, but blackmail followed. He was threatened that she would post
them on her social media page if he didn't do what she told him. Her
first order was, predictably, that he kept her room tidy but this was
quickly followed by telling him that he must request sexier uniforms
with higher heels.
This was treated first of all with disbelief from Sam, followed by
amusement. She told him that of course she would oblige him, not
knowing that he would do anything Kiera asked of him because he wanted
to make up for his behaviour towards her.
Six weeks later everything had slipped into a routine, one that he could
see no way of breaking without ending up in prison as a paedophile.
Every week he was increasingly treated as a servant in his own house, at
best ignored and at other times reminded of his new status. Every week,
as his body changed, his uniforms were altered slightly, making them
ever more sexy. The hemlines were raised, the waist taken in and the
neckline lowered until they were close to being obscene. This last he
felt worst about, all the time his breasts were growing a greater
expanse of them were put on show, to himself when he looked in a mirror
but what was more humiliating, to anyone visiting the house. He just
kept telling himself that he deserved everything that was done to him.
As well as his waistline decreasing as a result of his treatments, he
was made by Kiera to ask for corsets, diminishing in waist size every
two weeks and his dresses were cut so that he had to tighten the corsets
each time for them to do up. At the same time his shoes, at his
request, were replaced frequently, each time the heels were narrower and
higher, culminating after ten weeks with four inch heels for him to wear
during the day and five inch ones in the evenings.
Vivienne took it upon herself to extend the time she spent with him,
giving him his jabs each week, to teach him how to be more lady like or
more specifically, more like a maid servant. A French maid servant. He
spoke French fairly well anyway, but she had him talking a sort of
'Franglais', English with an accent and interspersed with the odd French
word. He was told to never say 'yes' it always had to be 'oui', for
example. Much to Sam's amusement, she also taught him to curtsey, which
he had to do to everyone in the household and visitors, frequently. She
used the excuse that the less he looked like his old self, the less he
would be embarrasses by people recognising him.
If all this had been forced on him at once, there was no doubt he would
have chosen to end it all by suicide, but many of the household chores,
especially the cooking, he did before all this started, so his other
discomforts were added to incrementally. As it was he just became more
depressed as time went by, not helped by the guilt he felt over what had
caused him to be in this position. He just couldn't understand why he
would have acted the way he obviously did, but he knew that whatever
punishment he was given, it was due to him.
He barely noticed that everyone was calling him by the name that Kiera
had thought of for him. She decided that a French maid should have an
appropriate name, but that for convenience he should have the same
initial so she started to call him 'Kiki' and it stuck in all their
minds. He was totally indifferent.
From the beginning, both Kiera and his wife actually enjoyed flaunting
themselves semi-dressed or even naked in front of him. This didn't last
long though as he was completely unresponsive, at first because of his
horrendous feeling of guilt over what had happened, then later because
the hormones restricted his libido. As this reduced the element of fun
for them they became bored quickly and it only happened when they just
couldn't be bothered to cover up in front of him.
Months went by and it only became necessary for him to have a slow
release implant every six months. Kiki the maid became quite a
character in the area, shopping or running other errands in his sexy
uniform with no regard to what other people might think. He did nothing
to disguise his 38-18-36 corseted figure and his 'D' cup breasts, being
indifferent to what was going on around him.
Having established that a curtsey was all his mistress required to show
that he understood orders, he seldom even spoke and then quite mono-
syllabic Franglais. He never complained about his treatment, even
considered that he deserved nothing more. The arrival of replacement
shoes, to match his uniforms, all with six inch heels that he had to
wear all day, caused no reaction. He continued to work every day from
six in the morning until whatever time Sam went to bed, usually about
eleven. She wasn't always alone.
She had long told him that she was a woman of normal desires and needed
a man to fulfil them. For that reason he had to not only accept his
wife's boyfriends, sometimes she would insist that he accompany them to
the bedroom to undress them, even to the point of getting the men
'ready' for her. At first she had him clean her up afterwards but found
that most of the men found his tears running down his cheeks
distasteful, so she discontinued that particular practice.
One thing that his old self realised before all these changes was that
if you raise a spoilt child, on day it will come back to bite you. He
had tried to tell Sam that she had to guide Kiera but she hadn't
listened.
When it was Kiera's fifteenth birthday Sam took her and six of her
friends from school out for the day on a shopping trip. She spent
several thousand pounds on gifts for her daughter and was lavish with
some presents for her friends (actually Kiera wasn't that popular and
Sam had to offer that bribe for her classmates to go out with her).
When they got home Kiki served them with dinner then they all went up to
Kiera's bedroom and without her Mother's knowledge started drinking one
of two bottles of Vodka she'd stolen from the cellar.
Once he'd finished clearing up after the meal, Kiki was sent up to hang
up his step-daughter's clothes purchases in her wardrobe. Needless to
say, Kiki was a subject of much teasing and then discussion about him
after he'd left.
"Why does your maid wear such demeaning clothes?" asked Nichol, one of
the girls there. She had been so fascinated by Kiki that she filmed him
on her phone.
By that time Kiera was under the effects of the drink and was feeling
that she wanted say something that would make the other girls take
notice of her. She had no delusions that she was popular but felt that
if the others could share something with her, they wouldn't shun her in
future.
"Can you keep a secret?" she asked and they all agreed they could.
"That maid is really my step-father."
Of course they all got conspiratorial and asked her how he ended up like
that.
"Mummy and Aunt Viv took photos of him in bed with me," she told them
and started to hunt for the pictures on her telephone.
"Ugh!" said one of the others. "He didn't actually do anything?"
"No, don't tell anyone, but Mummy wanted his money and couldn't get it
if she divorced him, so Auntie's a nurse and she doped his tea with
something to knock him out, then in the morning they put him in bed with
me before waking him and they told me what to do and say. I know it
looks as if we're naked, but if you look closely in that picture," she
pointed one out to them, "you can see I'm still wearing my panties. Of
course with all the commotion he didn't notice. Now we've got his money
and a maid and he has to do whatever he's told or at least one of the
pictures goes public."
They all roared with laughter and Kiera realised that by sharing that
titbit of information, she now had six friends who started to tell her
secrets. Nothing as interesting as hers of course, but nevertheless
part of the bonding process.
When Nichol was dropped off at home, rather later than Sam had promised
her parents, her father, James Bennett, was furious and then he noticed
that she was unsteady on her feet. He was a respectable citizen and had
very stringent views about youngsters drinking under age.
"Who gave you alcohol to drink?" he demanded.
Nichol had no hesitation in dropping Kiera in it, but decided to take
the edge off her father's immediate reaction by showing him the video of
Kiki hanging up Kiera's clothes in her bedroom. She knew it would
distract him, but when the maid walked out of the room the recording
continued. Nichol hadn't turned it off.
Mr James Bennett QC, a leading lawyer was soon listening to the story
that Kiera was telling her friends, recorded in perfect detail on his
daughter's telephone.
It was six thirty the next morning when there was knocking on the front
door that Kiki went to answer. Eight police officers pushed in past
him, and in answer to their question he sent four male and three female
officers up to the bedrooms of his wife and her daughter. The remaining
officer took him back to the kitchen and suggested he put the coffee
machine on for them both.
"It's Mr Masters, isn't it?" He looked at Kiki and smiled.
"C'est Kiki now, M'sieur."
"My name is Colin, I'm a Detective Sergeant, don't look so worried.
What you think you did, you didn't. We know about the pictures your
wife took, looking as if you'd assaulted her child, but we know the
whole thing was faked."
"Mais je..." he tried to explain but he was interrupted.
"No you didn't, we know that you were drugged and placed in her bed just
for the photos and to make you think you'd harmed her. It was all a set
up so that they could get your money." The Detective hoped this was the
case, but it certainly all fitted with what they could now see.
Kiki fainted.
* * * * *
It took a long time for everything to get sorted out.
When all six of the pictures that Sam had taken were examined, they saw
that two of them clearly showed that Kiera wasn't naked, that she was
smiling at the camera and had her arm across her chest in all of them,
to protect her modesty. It wasn't a task of more than five minutes to
get the girl, accompanied by a Social Worker, to admit she was posed for
the photos and was told what to say.
After that Vivienne and Sam each blamed the other, saying they only went
along with it, however an examination of their e-mails soon proved that
they had each conspired in developing the plot.
James Bennett acted for Ken in both his divorce and the civil case
against the women, pleased to exact revenge on a woman that would send
his daughter home drunk. He also made sure that his client received the
very best care available, both physical and mental. Even so it was
nearly a year later that he was considered to be able to make decisions
about his future.
His male body was more or less destroyed by the hormones and blockers
that Vivienne had fed him and he had little choice, once he accepted the
obvious, that he had to go all the way and have gender re-assignment
surgery. She obtained the chemicals from her employers, a private
company that apparently kept no accurate track on their stocks, allowing
her to take them. James received handsome compensation from both in the
form of virtually all Vivienne's assets, but also from her employers who
also, as a part of their settlement, agreed to pay for his ongoing
treatment.
He recovered the money that Sam had placed in her account together with
savings and investments that she owned before they were married. Both
she and her sister were given eight year sentences, Vivienne was also
struck off the nursing register with no chance of reinstatement. Kiera
spent the rest of her youth in care, not something that gave her many of
the luxuries of life.
All that took care of his body and finances but it was more than three
years before he felt able to call a halt to his regular psychiatrist
appointments. He wasn't able to look at men as persons of sexual
desire, but he did eventually meet a woman who he got on well with. It
transpired that she was bi-sexual and they ended up in bed together with
surprising joy on his part. It wasn't long before they got married and
by now they have adopted two children, a brother and sister, so he now
has the family he wanted.
And yes, his wife shares his views on disciplining them, not harsh but
not spoiling them and giving a guidance as how they should act through
life.
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