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THE RETREAT Things had been looking bad for Jeremy and Victoria Bowen for some months. His company was moving their production to the far east and her job was proving to be a dead end. Just at the right moment her aunt died. It might sound callous but neither she nor her husband really knew her, although as her nearest living relative, Vicky was left the elderly woman's estate. Jem, as she called her husband, was working out his notice to maximise his redundancy payment so she took the four hour journey to her aunt's home town to finalise the details with her solicitor and find out exactly what the legacy was going to be. All they knew about Aunt Jane was that she was 'comfortably off', but exactly how comfortable she didn't know. What she was able to come back and tell Jem was a shock. "I suppose you might as well work out the last four days of your notice, Jem," she told him, "but we aren't going to be hard up although we might have a problem." She explained that their inheritance was the very up market Retreat for women. "What do you mean 'Retreat', Vicky?" he asked. "It's a spa centre called 'The Retreat' catering for and by women and no men are allowed in there. They have an exclusive clientele who pay subscriptions anything up to and including life membership. I had the feeling from what mother told me that Jane was a lesbian but now I'm pretty certain she was." "What about the living accommodation, am I going to be allowed to live there?" he asked. "Or are we going to have to sell it?" "No, the house is at one entrance to the complex, it was originally a gatehouse but it's been extended so we can both live there, so long as you don't enter the centre or it's grounds." While Victoria moved straight down to their new business and home, it fell on Jeremy to pack up all the things they wanted to keep and see to the estate agents who would be responsible for selling their house. It was therefore nearly a month later when he moved down to join her. She had bought all the account books up to the house with the idea that he would keep them up to date and deal with all financial matters. After all, that was his forte. It took another couple of weeks for him to settle into a routine but he was finding that he hardly saw Victoria. She spent nearly all her time at the spa, only arriving home late in the evening, often after he was in bed, and leaving before breakfast, telling him that she would eat in the complex restaurant. What was more, she was usually tired and flushed at night and all she wanted to do was sleep, too tired to have their full marital relations. He put up with it for a while, during which time Victoria claimed she was having to settle in to her new job. Finally he'd had enough. "Vicky, we hardly see each other, can't you take some time off?" "Jem, you know how hard I'm having to work to keep this place going, it's just not possible at the moment. You see the figures, we're making a profit but not as much as we could." "Well can't you at least work shorter hours?" he complained. "I hardly see anything of you." "I'm sorry but you're aware of the circumstances, unless you can change sex we're stuck with this working arrangement." she looked at him and smiled, she knew he had no argument. "Alright," he replied. "What do you mean 'alright'?" she asked with a giggle. "I don't mean I'll really change sex, but what if I dressed as a woman?" She was by now almost creased up with laughter. "Well I am looking for a girl to work as a waitress come general factotem, but if you were to do it you would have to be absolutely passable as female, even with flimsy clothes on. Would you be prepared to do that?" "If it would mean that I'd get to see a lot more of you, yes I would." "Well you might see more of me but obviously I wouldn't be able to socialise with you as my husband in front of other people, would you be able to cope with that?" "It would be difficult but I'd prefer that to what we have now." "If you're sure then, as it happens one of our members is Abigale Connolly who owns the 'New Woman Centre' in town. They often deal with makeovers for clients with gender dysphoria and I know we could trust her to be descrete, but do you think you could stick it out for perhaps several weeks, until I can get away to relax for a while?" "So long as you want me to I will," he replied, without really thinking of the "but" consequences that she'd mentioned. "Alright, if you're sure, I'll arrange things with Abi then we'll see if you can pass. If you can then you will have to sleep at the centre as well mind, staff aren't allowed to just flit in and out, but it would mean that we could spend more time together." That was how Jeremy found himself entering the 'New Woman Centre' a few days later and beginning to have second thoughts. He was shown into Ms Connolly's office to have outlined to him what was going to happen. "We will only do the things essential for your presentation as a woman, but you do understand that some of the procedures will take quite a long time to rectify afterwards? Your eyebrows for example, will have to be plucked and it will be many weeks before they grow back?" she asked him. He was at least happy that the woman wasn't treating him as an object of amusement. She maintained a business like, proffessional attitude which put him at ease. He knew that his appearance had to be a compromise afterwards but didn't think that eyebrows would cause him much of a worry. "Also I've already warned your wife that your penis will be off-limits while you are in female mode, you can still have a cuddle and do other intimate things, and I have explained to her a way to give you some satisfaction on that score. She's asked me not to tell you how, she wants it to be a surprise, are you happy with that?" No, he wasn't happy with that, but as they weren't having any form of sex at the moment, anything would be better than nothing. He agreed and went ahead, signing the various forms that she handed him. "Your name while you are a woman is now Jillian or Jilly. We will call you that while you are with us as it gives you a degree of anonymity." She then pressed her intercom and a very good looking girl came in to show him where he had to go to start the procedures the first of which was a full body waxing, not something he decided he ever wanted to go through again. Dressed only in a bath robe he was then taken to an office where a woman doctor examined him and took blood samples. An hour later she gave him an injection 'to make him more comfortable' and he was out like a light. When he woke it was as someone was calling. "Jilly, time to wake." He knew from his earlier talk with the owner that he was going to have breast implants, his testicles were to be tucked and the empty scrotum wrapped round his penis. She warned him that it would appear that he had a vagina in place of his man bits, but the realism when he was shown the effect in a mirror shocked him. "It's very realistic." He understated the obvious, but also he didn't recognise his voice which had been altered by the attatchment of a clip to tighten the cords. By the time he had sat up and viewed his face and breasts, a generous 'D' cup size, he was almost on the point of asking for the whole procedure to be reversed straight away. There wasn't a hint of masculinity about him, his butt having been enhanced and liposuction round his waist gave him a very desirable figure and they hadn't finished yet. He was given a pair of four inch heeled shoes and told to walk about in them to accustom himself to them. It was nearly an hour later that he was given his bath robe back and taken to what was essentially a beauty salon, settled in a chair and they started on his hair. He noticed that the mirror in front of him was covered with a towel so he couldn't watch progress. Between the attention to his hair, that involved several processes of washing, treating with chemicals, rinsing and drying, his face was also treated with a suceccesion of paints. Each coat was treated with a UV lamp in order to dry it, he already knew they would use a semi- permanent make up on him, so he wouldn't have need to do it himself. Then his nails were roughened and long artificial ones glued over them, painted metallic red, matching his toes, and it wasn't until they had dried that he was allowed to see the results of all their work. The towel was removed from the mirror with a flourish, at which time he didn't recognised the face in front of him. His previously short, dirty blond hair now fell nearly to his waist in platinum waves, and his face would have made any man fall over themselves to attract his attention. His cheekbones had been enhanced, as were his lips, making them bright red shiny cushions, inviting a passionate kiss and his eyelashes were thick and long enough to cool someone else down in a heat wave. His eyes looked huge and innocent, below the thin lines of his eyebrows. His eyes though were the only innocent looking thing about him. Everything else screamed 'sex'. By the time they took him through to their wardrobe department, to dress him, he was quite numb. He hardly noticed the clothes they put on him, even when they tightened the corset round his waist, so high that it pushed his breasts up to an almost obscene level, he just quietly accepted it. He made no comment about the very sexy maid's uniform he was put into. He certainly didn't register when they drove him to the main entrance to 'The Retreat', situated on the opposite side of the estate to their house. He was vaguely aware of arriving at the front of a large mansion which he was guided into and on to an office with four women working at desks then out the other side, past a secretary who waved them on to a third office and into the presence of his wife, Victoria. "This is your new maid, Madam, but only if she meets with your approval," his escort told her. "Ah, it's Jilly, isn't it?" she spoke to him, placing the papers she had been reading on the desk in front of her. "Yes, err... Vicky." He was still shell shocked but noticed that the girl who had delivered him had gone, he was on his own so continued. "What do you think?" "That's Ms Bowen to you girl," she told him curtly. "All the guests here are Madam as far as you are concerned and you will only ever refer to them by their surnames. I'll have someone show you to your quarters." She ignored his question and pressed her telephone call, asking for them to send in someone in called Tricia. He stood there in confusion but before he could say anything else another girl entered, curtseyed to his wife and stood with her feet together and hands clasped behind her. It was only then that he noticed that she was dressed the same as him. They were each wearing the very skimpy maid's black costume with white lace trim., so low at the top that it showed the areolae of the upper part of his nipples if he wasn't careful, and so short in the skirt that his panties threatened to appear from under the fitted crinolines, at the slightest excuse. With them both standing there, Victoria picked up a sheath of papers from her desk, went through them and selected one, handing it to the newcomer. "This is your new girl's schedule, explain it and our rules to her." She opened a desk drawer and took some things out, handing it to Tricia. "Here's her key, fit her out with it and explain it as well. You may go." Tricia curtseyed and indicated to him that he should follow her. He had obviously assumed that he would be spending some time with Vicky, but didn't say anything while the other girl was there. He followed her along a wide marble floored central hallway, passed several luxuriously furnished rooms in which he noticed a number of very well dressed women either walking or sitting. At the end of the walkway she led him through a small door and up about eight flights of stairs. He was finding them quite exhausting, especially in his still new high heeled shoes. He found they were in a long, much narrower corridor with rooms off on each side. She stopped outside one on the right with a number eighteen on the door. She showed him what she had been carrying. "This badge is your number, thirty seven," she pinned a badge to the front of his dress between his breasts, "it's so that the guests don't have to remember names if they don't want to, also there's no problem with two girls having the same name." Then she fastened a collar round his neck, it was a thick metal and quite heavy, coloured silver and also had the number thirty seven on it, hanging like the tag on a dog's collar. He was taken aback by her brusque, certainly not friendly attitude. "There are no keys in this place, the guests have a magnetic striped badge and the staff all have these collars. Your room and all doors that are marked with a silver panel will open for you but don't try to go through any marked gold or red, you'll be given a nasty electric shock. You must only use the back stairs as well, unless you are accompanied by a guest and, by the way, your silver doesn't allow you to go outside the main building, including going into the grounds." What she didn't realise was that he had been given a far more powerful collar than the rest of the staff, ordered especially by Victoria. She did know something else however. "Most of the people who work here know who you are by the way, and while a very few may be sympathetic, they'll not help you. In fact they'll probably tell tales on you to get you punished, they all need their jobs." He was almost knocked over by this, he hadn't anticipated it in a million years. Even in business he had always treated others in a friendly manner, not the way she was treating him, and what happened to the secrecy he was meant to be under? "This is your duty roster, when you're not working, or asleep, there's a day room we maids use at the other end of this corridor on the left. Now go and freshen up if you want to, I'll wait here and then show you where your various workstations are." He entered the room after hearing the lock click open when he stepped towards it and had a look round. It was clean and modern but was strictly utilitarian with an en-suite bathroom. He opened the large wardrobe door to find more of the uniforms that he was wearing, mainly black but in various other colours as well and each with matching accessories, including shoes, all of which had heels about five inches high. He couldn't work out the meaning of this change of circumstances he had just heard about. He only stopped to go to the toilet, sitting down to pee and wiping afterwards for the first time, then rejoined Tricia, for the first time noticing that she was wearing the number twenty four on her uniform and collar. She took him on a tour of much of the building which was even bigger than he had supposed, in fact, to describe it as a large hotel would be no exaggeration. They started with the kitchen, being told there were six chefs who worked their own rotas and who he was told how to recognise by their uniforms and just to call 'Chef', as opposed to the rest of the kitchen staff. "When we're really busy the under chefs also help to serve the meals, but that's only when there is an event on." she explained. "We're going to walk round the public areas now, be warned, if we meet any members don't forget to curtsey to them." "I don't know how." he explained to her. She then gave him a crash course in curtseying before they went down the stairs and back out into the main hallway. "How many staff are there all together?" he wanted to know. "I don't know, but I would guess about eighty if the accounts and cleaning staff are included," she replied. This was a complete mystery to him. Victoria had bought home the accounts for a business called 'Retreat Entertainment Ltd.' and according to that most people were paid on an hourly rate and then it was only a small number of staff, perhaps a dozen or fifteen and most only a very few hours each month. He asked about the business called that. "I don't know much about it, but I think that's a subsidiary company," was as far as she would or perhaps could explain. He suddenly realised that Victoria had been deliberately misleading him about the size and profitability of her inheritance. He wondered what else he didn't know and that, together with the way she had greeted him, started him seriously worrying. "Tricia, I only came here to be with my wife, but something else is going on and I'm not going to stay," he told her. "Come in here," she told him, pulling him into what appeared to be a small reading room empty of guests. "Jilly, I have a speaker bud in my ear and I've been given orders to place you away from the members." She had no sooner closed the door when he was hit by an excruciating pain in his neck that seemed to move both up and down, tearing at every single nerve. He hit the floor and lay gasping for breath, shaking from head to toe. He'd never experienced such agony. "That, my little girl is what you get from Ms Bowen if you ever say anything like that again. She can hear everything you say or is said to you and can punish you whenever she feels like it." She continued after checking he was listening to her. "In addition to that, all the guests have a remote to punish you in the same way if you don't give them top quality service. All the maids are fitted with the same device and we don't make nearly the fuss you made. Anyway, we are paid handsomely in bonuses if we are hurt unjustly so we don't mind them. I already have good savings from working here five years and when I leave in about another five I'll have almost enough to retire, so don't go messing it up for us." The first attempt he made to stand up ended in failure, he had to sit on the floor for a few minutes to regain his strength, even then he was still shaking as they continued the tour. The first room she took him to was back at the front of the building and was a large lounge called a 'Quiet Day Room' and the other side of that was a library that he reckoned was larger than the public one. It had a central desk with a woman cataloguing what appeared to be some newly arrived books. After that they moved deeper into the building to pass through a dining room with a sun room extension, with about twenty tables just covered in white linen cloths, apparently the breakfast room. Behind that a huge room with about the same number of tables, well spaced out and varying in size from seating two to about a dozen, all laid up with a lavish silver service, an array of crystal glasses and what he recognised as Limoges dinner plates. This was the main dining room which also doubled as a ballroom once the tables were cleared, she explained, as he watched four maids in the same uniforms as them, putting the finishing touches to the flower arrangements. Back across the main hallway from there, the hotel, for that was in effect what is was, had been extended and encompassed two rooms with bars, behind which there were more maids dressed like them pouring drinks and a number of guests sitting in small groups. "When you work in here," Tricia told him, "you take orders, get the drinks from the bar then serve them to the member. One of these is mainly a cocktail bar the other mainly wine and spirits. The other side of here is the spa centre." Jilly looked out and in the distance could see women around an indoor swimming pool, many of whom appeared to be naked. "If you are serving drinks to anyone in the pool, saunas or other spa areas there, they have to be served in plastic non-splinter glasses." he was told. Excluding the spa, they eventually completed the tour of most the parts of the complex that he was able to go to but until he was settled in he was set to work collecting glasses and cleaning tables in the various rooms. At nine o'clock he was relieved and sent to the kitchen to eat. A room off there was set aside as a dining room for the staff and he was given a plate of salad to eat although he could only manage a few mouthfuls. He was too worried at the turn of events to be able to eat and no one spoke to him. After a thirty minute break he was sent back to carry on cleaning up after the drinkers. At one in the morning Tricia came to tell him to go to bed. He made a quick foray in the direction of his wife's office, but everything was locked up and the lights turned off. He was woken at seven o'clock when Tricia told him that after he'd had breakfast he should again report to the bar staff to help with restocking, then do the same job as his first day. She had arranged that instead of starting his schedule straight away, he should only do this for a week, allowing him to find his way. "Ms Bowen doesn't normally deal with new staff, I don't think she realised that it would take time for you to find your feet," Tricia commented. "She did say that she might have the odd special job for you to do though, Jilly." It gave him hope that she would find a way to enable them to socialise but it was later that evening when he found out about one 'special job'. Somewhere in the building he occasionally could hear music, one tune he recognised was 'You Can Leave Your Hat On' by Tom Jones and featured in the film; 'The Full Monty', about male strippers. It was quite late, he thought about eleven, when one of the members approached him. "We hear you're a bit of a buff when it comes to wine tasting, thirty seven," she said, "come with me we need your opinion about something." His spirits lifted, that information could only have come from his wife, he hoped she had something planned. The woman led him up the main staircase, he had hesitated for a moment but she assured him that he was allowed so long as he was with her. At the top a wide hallway , just like on the ground floor had various doors on both sides and they stopped outside one. "Now we've decided this must be a blind tasting, so I'll just put this over your eyes." She wrapped a length of thick black material round his eyes and tied it behind his head, then she pulled his hands behind him and he felt metal bands secured round his wrists, holding them in place. "We can't have you touching things to get clues," she told him and he assumed it might be something to do with the difference in bottle shape between clarets and Burgundies. He was guided through the door and he heard it close behind him. Although no one was speaking, he got the impression that there were at least several people in the room watching him. He was further confused when he was told to kneel and open his mouth. "This will take a moment thirty seven, hold your head back, now stay as you are," another woman's voice told him. He could hear some movement, then two or three women sniggering quietly, then a regular noise, again very quiet. Suddenly his mouth was being filled with a warm liquid, he went to turn away but a very sharp woman told him not to move or swallow. "Now I want you to describe what you taste in wine connoisseurs terms." The liquid had stopped arriving but his mouth was fairly full as he attempted to find any wine equivalent to describe what was a disgusting taste. "Warm, salty, slightly bitter taste with an unpleasant viscosity." He tried his best. "Very good thirty seven, now swallow that then compare it with the next flavour." He could definitely now hear some giggling. "Hold your mouth open and back." Suddenly he realised what it had to be and turned his face away as the next lot started to fill his mouth. He started to heave and tried not to bring anything up but spat what was in his mouth out onto the floor. He knew he was in trouble but just couldn't bring himself to swallow cum. Hands gripped him in several places and someone pinched his nose so he couldn't breath but as he opened his mouth something was pushed into it then forced his mouth open so far it was almost painful. Then he was turned on his stomach across someone's lap. A hand smacked his backside hard enough for him to cry out. "Let me know when you're ready to cooperate," he was told but by a man's voice. "I and my colleagues have been entertaining the ladies tonight and you're going to give us our tip, do you understand?" He was both amazed at the man's strength and horrified at the prospect of what he was being told to do, but with each smack the pain to his nether regions got worse and he felt the blindfold he was wearing getting wet with his tears. He stood up to the punishment for some time but eventually he could stand it no longer. He frantically tried to tell the man with rather ineffective words through his open mouth and nodding his head up and down that he would cooperate. He was placed back in a kneeling position and a man, he thought the one who had beat him, started to push his penis into his mouth. There was no pretence this time, the men in the room started to cheer him on to work harder and the women started shouting to him not to use up all his juice. "Don't you worry ladies, this is just the aperitif, we'll all have plenty left for you," he shouted back and the sentiment was agreed by what must have been quite a lot of men in the room. By this time the man was holding his head and forcing himself down Jilly's throat, alternately making him gag and gasp for air. When he came he emptied part of it down his throat, then withdrew so that the rest went down his cleavage. Then the next man took his place and the torment for Jilly continued through what must have been at least a dozen different men, by that time he was in a haze as they were changing over. Suddenly it stopped and it seemed to him that the men were drawing lots. "Isabel!" a man called out. "That's me!" a woman called back and he heard the door open and close, so they were presumably paired off for the night. A succession of women's names were called out and he started to just be relieved that for him it was over. Then suddenly a man called something that grabbed his attention. "Victoria!" Victoria didn't answer but he heard her get up and accompany the man out of the room. He suddenly felt dizzy and the next thing he knew was he was laid on the floor and being helped up by two maids. They took the blindfold off of him and he just had time to see a number of imitation fireman's uniforms laying around before they helped him back to his own room. Of course he couldn't be certain but he was fairly sure that he had discovered the reason that his wife had treated him the way she had since he had arrived at their house. For him it was a terrible night. The demeaning fact that he had swallowed a large amount of semen and was covered in even more, was nothing to his feeling of loss at what he had found out. His fellow maids stripped him and helped him into his shower to clean the mess from his body, then he spent his second night in the Retreat. He couldn't face breakfast the next morning, but was told which bar he was working in so made his way there after a coffee. He hadn't been there long when Tricia arrived. "You haven't been shown round the spa yet, have you?" and he confirmed he hadn't. As they walked out the far side of this bar, towards the pool, two guests were entering. Tricia immediately stepped back and curtseyed, as quickly as possible he followed her example, but not quite quickly enough. "Is this a new girl twenty four?" one of them asked. "Yes Madam, she's just learning the ropes Madam." Tricia curtseyed again as she answered. The women both looked at him as if they were sizing him up. "Well she'd probably learn quicker after a few sessions in the dungeon. Have her ready for after I've eaten tonight." Tricia curtseyed to her back as she walked off. "What does she mean Tricia?" a very worried Jilly asked her. "Sorry Jilly, you'll find out later but be pleased that you'll be getting a bonus and they're not allowed to do you any permanent harm. It will hurt but you will get over it." "You think that my wife will pay me?" he asked with surprise. "Sorry, I forgot, probably not." For a moment he thought he saw just a glimmer of sympathy, she tried to quickly get back to the business in hand but he pressed further. "If that's the case do you think the prohibition on serious harm won't apply to me?" "I'm sorry, I have orders." She had hesitated, then steered him through a door to their right leading to another corridor where he was pushed again into the small room he recognised. He knew what was coming with a horrible inevitability and screamed as the jolt came through his collar. This time it was so strong he passed out. When he came to, he was sitting on a towel in one of the comfortable chairs in the small room without any idea how Tricia could have got him there. He didn't know that she'd called for someone to help her before she waited for him to reawaken because at the same time his bladder had given way with the pain he was in and that also had to be cleaned up. Once he had recovered sufficiently to be moved, Tricia helped him back up to his room where he had to wash and change his uniform. It was while they were both in his bathroom that she used a lipstick on his mirror to write a note. 'Sorry but you shouldn't have hit your wife.' He was shocked at those words, took the tube from her and wrote: 'I haven't hit her.' She looked at him sceptically so he wrote again: 'I've never hit anyone in my life.' 'Wasn't that why she had you made over?' she wrote. 'My idea - I missed her so much - she was here all time I just wanted to be with her - she told me NO MEN ALLOWED - so I got round it.' 'Bathrooms are only places without CCTV - be careful.' She finished the written conversation, ignoring his comment about men, and cleaned the mirror thoroughly. She helped him into a red uniform once they were back in the bedroom. "The red colour tells the members that you are to be sent to the dungeon tonight," she told him. "It won't be so bad, I'll see you afterwards." Noticing that his shoes, red to match his dress, were now fitted with heels that were at least six inches high, he prayed that she was right about his forthcoming ordeal. They returned to the kitchen where dinner service was by then due. He took his cue from the others, carrying trays of the first course as he was directed, out to the biggest table, under a large painted portrait of who was presumably Victoria's aunt that had died and left her this place. There were twelve places filled round the table and apparently holding court was his wife among the members, including the woman who had taken him up to be humiliated the night before. Another he recognised was the woman who had ordered him to the dungeon. "This is your little victim then June?" Victoria laughed and nodded towards him. "May I come down and watch?" "Of course Victoria, as I understand you don't object to me using my new crop on thirty seven?" "Be my guest dear, I'm thinking of extending the range of toys down there. I've already installed a surprise for you to try." She turned to the others in general and explained. "I told June about the special circumstances of thirty seven and she can't wait to encourage her to be a good maid, she's going to find out that we are both very inventive." All the women laughed and started to discuss other possibilities but he had finished serving and had to go back to the kitchen. By the time he returned to take their plates from the starter away, they were laughing but the subject then changed. He was none the wiser after the main course or the dessert and as soon as he had left the cheese board on their table he was collected by another maid, number twenty eight, and told to follow her. He was taken downwards by a narrow staircase at the back of the kitchen, he counted more than twenty steps before his mind was taken off them as they entered a literal dungeon. The room was huge and at least twice as high as a normal room with a wide staircase on the opposite side to where they entered. All sorts of chairs and benches were spread around and chains and anchor points were set in the walls, floor and ceiling. "Don't worry love," the maid told him, "they're mainly props. I've had at least six sessions down here and it's uncomfortable to the next day, but you will get over it." She told him to take off his panties and had him stand at one end of what looked like a work bench with leather straps set at various places in it. He was lent over it and in turn his body and outreached arms were strapped down to the top, his legs separated and strapped to the legs at each side of them, holding them well apart. "I think the next bit's going to be a bit uncomfortable for you, it normally goes in our pussies and I'm afraid your only place available is a bit smaller, just relax for a moment." Something was slid out from under the workbench, it was obviously attached to the underside, raised, and then he jumped as he felt it at the entrance to his backside. "I'm sorry, I'll do this as gently as possible but it has to go all the way in, leaving your bum cheeks clear of obstructions and to hold you in place." She fiddled with it. "I haven't seen it like this, it seems to have been fitted up with an electric motor and it's bigger, I'm sorry, this is going to hurt a bit." He screamed as she started to force it into him and he couldn't stop himself from tensing. "It's alright twenty eight, I'll finish setting her up." He couldn't turn far enough to see but he could hear a number of people had entered down the main stairs and recognised the voice of the woman who had claimed him to torture. "You run along now and get on with your duties." From his side he could see the maid curtsey, then he was surprised to hear her speak. "Madam, would you like me to arrange a selection of impliments, I'm afraid that Ms Bowen doesn't allow the use of that down here." "That's alright dear," he was distraught to recognise his wife's voice, "she'll be very careful with it, you run along." "I'm sorry Ms Bowen, I didn't see you there." The maid curtseyed again and he could see her depart up the stairs he had come down. "Shall I see to her bells?" a voice of someone else asked and was given an affirmative answer. He felt a section of the workbench below his chest being lowered down and removed and felt his crushed breasts drop into the gap. The woman, he could just about make her out to his side, stooped under the bench and he felt his left nipple pinched between her thumb and forefinger, he jumped a little then screamed as something was clamped onto it painfully. Then the other nipple was treated to the same and he realised that with the very small amount of movement he had, there were bells on the clamps that made a tinkling noise as his breasts swayed. "She's a wimp, this one, isn't she?" yet another woman commented. "These are the controls, they're quite easy to use I think," his wife told them. "I do like the new toy," his torturer commented. He screamed again as he felt the thing at his entrance start to revolve and advance, he was sure it was splitting him in two. He knew it was futile but he struggled against his bonds as hard as he could but he was feeling fuller all the time in his rear and he'd never known such pain until blackness descended. The next he knew was someone waiving ammonium carbonate, old fashioned smelling salts, under his nose. He was no sooner awake than the pain was renewed, he was just on the point of fainting again when it stopped. Still in great pain he had just assumed it was done when it withdrew several inches and without now revolving plunged back into him. By about the third stroke he had again to be woken with the salts. It was now fully inside him and he was sure it was damaging him. It was at that point his left buttock cheek caught fire quickly followed by the right. He could hear someone screaming and then realised it was him. "She's very satisfying to work the paddle on, isn't she?" his torturer told the assembled spectators. "I hate the strong silent types." Through the mists of his conciousness he noticed two women off to his side had pulled up their skirts and were playing with each other while they looked on at him, then realised that one of them was his wife. "It's much better doing this down here where they don't need gags," another commented. He was only vaguely aware that several women had a go with both the machine and paddling him, he had by and large got to a point where the pain was paramount all the time, he couldn't feel individual blows. Then he could. Suddenly there was a slash across his behind that surmounted all the pain he'd felt so far. "I'm sorry Victoria, this does mark." "I expect it'll heal up in a few days, you don't need to stop," his wife replied. He wasn't even certain that conversation took place, only being semi- conscious, but each time he started to drift off the salts were applied until they became bored. He was left alone finally, but with the dildo still pumping and revolving in his back passage. The extra torment was wasted, he didn't wake up at all until he was back in his room and then he was only semi-conscious for four days. It was during these times that the maid, Shula, who also had a little medical training managed to get him to drink some water. Unfortunately her training wasn't good enough for her to realise that he badly needed hospitalisation to deal with the serious damage done to his bowel. She did apply an antiseptic cream and bandaged his bloody external injuries and was shocked by the state of him, she hadn't ever seen anything as bad and she knew he would be scarred. Once he was more or less awake Shula tried to get him to eat but had only a very limited success. If he ate anything more that one or two mouthfuls of anything even semi-solid, he threw it up and complained of cold while actually running a temperature. She compromised and had him largely living on soups for a further several days. It was soon after that when his wife insisted that he get to work. With his mental state he wasn't feeling any great pain but neither was he able to do anything other than follow the simplest orders. He managed to serve lunch to the table of his tormentors, but any idea they had that they could humiliate him were wasted. He barely noticed them, concentrating all his efforts on doing as he was told. By dinner that evening Victioria was getting short tempered. He had an entirely vacant expression on his face all the time and maids were specifically ordered to smile no matter how they felt. Twice she warned him, telling him that a third time and he would be punished. The collars that the maids wore were rarely operated, but some members were harder to please than others and delighted in showing off the button that caused the maid to yelp when it was pressed. Victoria had forgotten by this time, how powerful the one Jilly wore was. Doubly annoyed because she was being disobeyed and in front of members, she finally snapped and pressed her button for Jilly. To her surprise there was no sign of pain at all. He simply fell like a stone. As it happened one of the members at the next table, Maureen Truman, was a doctor and she got down immediately to see if he was alright. "Don't worry about her Maureen," Victoria told her, "she's a lazy cow." "Her heart's stopped," the doctor told her and immediately started compressions of his chest with the occasional transfer of a lungful of air. "What's happened to her, did you use one of those punishment shockers?" "Yes, but they're safe," his wife insisted. "Obviously not in this case, call an ambulance and tell them I said to blue light, it's a category one call." Her friend from the same table was speaking to the emergency service operater as the doctor spoke and passed on that it would be with them in less than five minutes. "They're not coming in here." Victoria suddenly realised that there might be consequences if Jilly was admitted to hospital. "Deal with her yourself in one of our rooms." "Don't be ridiculous woman," the doctor reprimanded her, "she needs to be put on a cardiograph and probably have an MRI scan, you don't have that equipment here." "She's only a lazy cow, I absolutely refuse to have her moved." Victoria called a number on her telephone. "There's an ambulance going to arrive with you at the entrance gate very shortly, there is absolutely no need for them, tell them to go away." The doctor grabbed her friend's telephone and spoke to the operator. "This is Dr Truman here, I'm requesting police presence to accompany that ambulance, it seems likely that someone unconnected with the patient is trying to stop her treatment and a breach of the peace is likely." Unknown to any of the women in the dining room, Tricia, Shula and Helen (the maid who had taken Jilly to the dungeon) had been watching developments when he was most recently punished through his collar and they decided that, regardless of their best interests, they couldn't just stand by. They made their way down to the entrance gate and were waiting to give their stories to the police who they had called separately from the doctor. Because they had received two independent calls, the police decided to back up their standard local response vehicle with a detective inspector and a detective constable. They were aware of the high profile nature of the members of the Retreat so needed to tread carefully. It wasn't long before two uniformed constables were accompanying the paramedics into the Retreat dining room, both the doctor and the senior paramedic each quietly warned the police officers that they may be dealing with a murder charge. On being told about the remote device round Victoria's neck they took charge of it and arrested her for assault before Jilly was taken to the ambulance, accompanied by the doctor. As that vehicle left, the car carrying the C.I.D. officers arrived and they insisted that other diners, who had started to leave, went back to their seats in the dining room. Once there, the officers also arrested all the other eleven women that ate on the same table as Victoria and as they were formally cautioned, several more officers arrived to take them outside and start taking statements from the other members, together with their names and addresses. More arrived to start speaking to the staff. Together with a description of what had been done to him in the dungeon, supplied as far as she knew by Helen, the hospital doctors soon diagnosed Peritonitis and he was taken for emergency surgery even before his collar device was removed. From there he was transferred to the Intensive Therapy Unit. Each doctor who saw him, in turn, thought at first a mistake had been made and that he was actually female, so that had to be settled several times. The semi-permanent nature of his make up didn't help. A nurse tried to wash it off but it just appeared brighter than when she started. Two further operations followed before he was able to be transferred to a post operative ward, allowing closer monitoring than normal but less intensive than the I.T.U. and where he was finally able to give statements to police and a solicitor. Search warrants had already been obtained and the workbench with its attachments had been seized along with the paddle and whip that had been used on him. After his interview, the group of Chippendales wannabes were traced and arrested. After they made statements all the women in the room where they performed with Jilly were also arrested if they hadn't been already, in which case they were warned that additional charges would be laid against them. At first most of the women were just spoken to and assurances given that they wouldn't be involved, after all they were the cream of society. However, the press got hold of a copy of the CCTV recordings of both the assault on Jilly's mouth and the dungeon, showing all their faces clearly. After that there was no escape for them, the police were forced to take action against everyone involved. It was five weeks before he could be released from hospital, he went home to the gatehouse that he had formerly lived in and where Victoria was forbidden to approach by an injunction from his lawyer. He'd only been there about half an hour when he had callers. It was Tricia and Shula, Victoria had sacked them and Helen but she'd left and gone back to live with her parents. Jilly had the make up removed with a special cleanser and his man bits released, but as yet still retained his breasts and the other changes to his body and face, so he continued to wear dresses or skirts, not certain that he wanted to see the back of them. He spent many hours relaxing with the two ex-maids in the evenings, he didn't have the confidence to go out socialising. It was during the course of these chats that he discovered that it was Shula who had copied the CCTV recordings and sent them anonymously to the press and television channels. It wasn't long after that revelation that she was offered a junior nurses position back in the part of the country where she was bought up. She had no hesitation in moving back there. That just left Tricia to support him through yet another operation on his intestines which finally left him more or less completely recovered. Almost inevitably the two of them found they got a lot closer and he discussed at length what her view on him having the feminine changes to his body reversed. Contrary to the advice he'd had at the time, he found that it wasn't going to be nearly as straightforward as they'd made it seem. While it was contemplating this, Victoria and the others had their criminal trials held. At first it seemed likely that they were all going to plead not guilty, but the police spent a long time going back through the CCTV footage, which included soundtrack, and were able to find the almost complete conspiracy that led Victoria to take the action she had. A system originally installed to snoop on the members, was able to turn the tables on his wife, some senior staff and members and prove the police cases so they had no choice but to plead guilty. It transpired that he had jumped the gun by suggesting that he be made over to look feminine, Victoria had been going to suggest it herself and had already made all the necessary arrangements. The judge was scathing about the use of a powerful collar to control him and pointed out that but for the proximity of the doctor (who he commended), in the dining room, she would be facing certainly a manslaughter but possibly a murder charge. He was just as hard on the woman who bought the whip into the dungeon as Victoria, telling them that it was another case of nearly murder. They were each given eight years on the understanding that substantial financial restitution would be paid to Jeremy/Jilly. Various other people were given lesser custodial sentences and a few, including Abigale Connolly, were given community orders for unpaid work, again understanding that Jeremy was going to have damages paid to him. After the civil cases he ended up a very wealthy man. He got all the assets of the marriage except the sale value of their original house and also Victoria was left enough other monies to cover her legal expenses and compensation for the three maids for unfair dismissal. He received substantial payments from the instigater of the humiliation he suffered at the hands of the male strippers and those men had to add to it themselves. A huge sum was received from the woman with the whip. He decided to sell The Retreat to a business consortium that already owned spas in other parts of the country and the following year he and Tricia were married. Two years later he had his breast implants reduced so they wouldn't show in loose men's clothing, in order that his first child had a father as well as a mother.