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The Star
By Julia
Chapter 1
Pete was told that these people were going to help him get back on his feet.
He was told there were great opportunities here. What he did know was that
his wife Jackie had sold him, and that once he went there, he wasn't going
to leave. He was going to be enslaved, abused and made into a porn star.
But he had no idea what he was walking into. Jackie, his wife set it all up
and as usual, he did what she wanted. He never considered that she would do
something this cruel. She was angry with him over something he never did. He
was drugged when she came on to him. He was passed out. It did not matter,
Jackie was very angry and said she was going to leave him if he didn't do
this little thing for her. Star in a few movies for this company, and she
would forgive him and they could move on. So he went to this little place
somewhere in Flander Europe. It was a tiny dilapidated old house with large
warehouses around it. It was way off in the middle of no where. That should
had been his first clue to leave. But he parked his car there, and went in.
His wife sent him here by a fairy boat.
He arrived at the place. They knew his name and let him in. A woman
introduced herself. "Hi there, Pete. Your wife said you would be coming. You
have been signed to star in eight new films for the next week. We will be
doing four in the next two days. I am Milthilda, and I will be directing
them for you. Our first film will be called the Bootlicking Slave girl and
it will only be ten minutes long. It will only be the teaser for the longer
ones we will do for you that will be on your new site that you will start
in."
Pete shook his head helplessly.
Milthilda said to him, "I have to prep the scene. I will leave you with
George and Linda. They set up the costumes and makeup for the girls.
Two other middle aged attractive women arrived. One of them looked somewhat
younger. Milithida told him, "This is Sharon and Lisa. They will be doing
the scene with you. I have to go."
Linda seemed to be in charge of him. "Okay, Pete until we can figure on a
more feminine stage name for you. Now strip so I can see what we have to
work with."
Pete began stripping his clothes off in front of her. Sharon and Lisa were
also stripping with him. Strangely, none of this seemed erotic at all.
He stripped down to his panties as Linda laughed. She watched and there
seemed to be no sign of any bulge or maleness at all as he pulled the
panties down. She realized that the panties were heavily padded to hide his
maleness. And what little was there was very easy concealed. There seemed to
be no sign of any testicles. Linda saw that he pushed them into himself.
Pete was a very pretty man. He looked very soft. His face was small, and
shaped more like a woman's. He didn't have a hard straight jaw at all. His
jaw was more rounded and female. His shoulders were very narrow, his arms
were lanky. His entire body was so lyth. He was meant for this. Even his
eyes seemed larger than most men's, and there was no prominent ridge above
his eye sockets. How could a man be this pretty, Linda thought. When he was
made up, he would look like a woman.
Sharon and Lisa were already getting themselves dressed. They were putting
heavy leather corsets on each other by that time. They were putting on other
rubber ware. It was clear what their parts would be.
He watched as Linda made up Lisa's face first. George helped. Lisa dusted on
one powder after another on Lisa's face. Then used the brushes to apply the
lips and eyeshadow. He just watched as Lisa's face was transformed into a
goddess. She was beautiful already. She had black lips, dark shadow and long
fathered lashes. Her cheekbones had hints of rose on them. Linda was an
artist.
He heard someone approach from behind. Pete turned and saw that it was his
wife come to gloat. "I wouldn't miss your first day as a star, did you think
I would?"
"Of course not," Pete said acidly.
"I am here to support you and make sure you behave yourself appropriately.
There's no way I would allow you to be on the set alone with these beautiful
women," Jackie said smirking.
It was Jackie that made him come to Flanders. He felt tears gathering in his
eyes.
"Don't you start crying now," Jackie said mockingly. "Save it for the
leading lady. I am sure you will cry for her."
"I cant help it, this is so humiliating," Pete said. "Do I have to do this
for you?" Pete said blubbering.
"This is your new career," Jackie said. "You will be earring as much as I
earn now. What is there to cry about."
Pete wondered who this other man wearing a business suit behind his wife
was. The man also seemed to be smirking.
Just then, the men began building the set that he would be staring in. They
drug in large rugs, a few chairs and a table. Most ominously, he dug in a
heavy bared metal cage into the room. It all looked like a well furnished
room by the side of a kitchen.
Then Linda pointed to a chair and said, "Sit there girl."
Pete sat in the chair under Linda and his wife Jackie. The two actresses
began looking through the various costumes deciding which would be the best
for him. They were all for fetish suits for women to wear.
Linda shouted, "Stop moving or I will have you strapped in before the
makeup."
Then Linda started dusting Pete's face with brushes and sponges as she
worked her magic on him. Within less than five minutes she had Pete looking
like a virginal angel of beauty. She had Pete powdered as she brushed color
into his lips.
Jackie pursed her lips and said, "Great. Perfect, you will have to show Pete
how you do that so he can always be beautiful."
Linda laughed and mentioned she didn't do anything for free. Jackie offered
to pay and it was agreed.
"You will have some uses finally, fagot," Jackie said. "You will be earning
more pocket money for us finally."
Pete cursed the fates. If he wanted to be wealthy, he could have been
easily. He had no desire to be. He wasn't ambition and he thought he was
doing a lot anyway. But Jackie wanted someone wealthy and ambitious. He
wasn't ambitious or wealthy enough for her.
Pete felt his arms pulled behind his back by Lisa and Sharon. Pete tried to
turn but the click of cuffs on his wrists stopped brought him short. "Stay
there," Sharon said to him.
Hands closed on the collar of his neck and a buckle was pulled tight causing
him to cough in reaction. A chain pulled his wrists up savagely. His wrists
were to the point his fingertips were almost at the hard iron of his neck.
Then Sharon slapped him across the face. "This little girl has to get in the
mood to play his part."
Lisa held up some shoes for him. "The shoes and then he will be ready."
He tried to stand. "No, please don't put those on me." He was looking at a
pair of stiletto boots. That earned him another hard slap from Sharon who
then grabbed his chain and gently pulled it up. She showed him that she
could easily dislocate his shoulders with the slightest pull.
"That's better," she whispered in his ear. "Your wife has gone thuogh a lot
of trouble to set up this shoot with Mr De Vele. Now hold up your feet so we
can put these on you."
Pete held up one of his feet and watched as Lisa pulled the boot on him. It
felt so tiny his foot was crushed into the patent leather. It extended to
the tip were metal endpoint plate gripped his toes. Lisa pulled on the laces
and worked their way up crushing his entire foot. His feet were crushed and
started feeling numb with the pressure. Pete cried out in pain and it only
earned him another slap. "Don't start crying girl. It will ruin your
makeup."
"Now all we have to do is your wig. What do you think, Jackie?"
"Pink to match his lips," Jackie said and she put the pink wig on him.
Milthida approached. "Excellent. Jackie, who is this gentleman?" the
director asked.
"This is my boyfriend Ron," she said feeling a thrill at saying that with
Pete here who felt crushed.
"Good, we are about to start in a few minutes. Let me explain what we are
about to do. The little flim was going to be called the little boot licking
slave girl. It will be a quick blow or two of the whip and we will start on
the second one right after the first. We will be working all night. The boss
wants something special for the new site to take off."
Peter had a bad feeling about this. He was sent to the center of the newly
built set and stood there wondering what was going to happen to him. Peter
didnt have to wait long.
He saw Garry fix the camera and the lighting. Milthilda made a few last-
minute adjustments to the lighting. The lights came on the poor helpless man
standing in the center of the room with a look of fright on his face. Jackie
and Allen could see what was being recorded.
Milthilda motioned with her hands for Sharon and Lisa to begin the quick
scene.
They marched up to Peter with cruel scows on their faces. Lisa grabbed him
toughly and threw him down to the ground. Pain shot through his thighs and
on his shoulders when he landed right on his back. Sharon and Lisa looked
down sneering. Lisa demanded, "What are you doing out of your cell you
bitch!"
Peter begged knowing It was no use. "Please," he cried. "Let me go, I don't
want to do this anymore!"
Sharon knelt down staring directly into Peters eyes. She put a hand on the
back of her neck as he looked back, begging.
"For leaving your Cell without permission. That will be five strokes. For
speaking without express permission, that will be another three."
Peter saw Lisa move in closer and the beautiful cruel woman was holding a
long bamboo cane in her hand. "I think a caning will teach the sissy some
discipline. Don't you agree?" hissed Lisa.
Sharon agreed. Lisa then said, "Kiss my heels after every stroke. And then
thank me."
Peter struggled but was unable to move from how he was chained. And Sharon
prevented him from getting closet enough to Lisa to kiss her boots.
Jackie saw the camera zoom in on Peters terrified and frightened face. She
purred, "Poor boy, he is going to find his new life just so painful. It is
so wonderful isn't it, Allen?" Allen kissed her
Sharon shouted, "You were told to kiss her boots, slave."
Peter looked up at Sharon, and her beautiful legs. He was looking up at her
tight leather skirt longingly. He caught the shadow of her strong muscular
thighs. He saw the outline of very strong thigh muscles and began to have an
unwelcome suspicion about this woman. She may not be a woman at all. It
would fit the profile of a place like this. This was just another person to
torment and humiliate him. Sharon was his worst nightmare come true.
Sharon smiled sinisterly as she slipped her delicate fingers in between her
nylons and her thighs. Her fingers vanished in the shadows of her leather
skirt. She slipped a finger in between the lace of her panties and her
thigh. She allowed her other hand to life her skirt up showing Peter her
sex. Her other finger pulled her panty to the side exposing what was there.
That was when Lisa brought the bamboo cane down in a vicious whack. Peter
cried out in pain. Peter howled in agony just before Sharon's panties parted
showing him. He withered in pain across his chest as an angry bloody welt
started forming.
Peter looked up and saw a large penis hanging from Sharon's parted panties
as she smiled at him. His worst nightmare had become a horrifying reality.
He only guessed what this man wanted. Or perhaps she was a woman but he
really doubted she identified as a woman. She was just a sadist. "Oh god
no," Peter wailed helplessly. "God no, not this please."
A second blow rained down across the first that had already formed into
angry red welt. Peter thrashed violently and the movement brought vicious
pain to his shoulders and the cuffs on his wrists tightened with the
pressure. It caused pain to lance up his arms.
"You were told to kiss her boots, you bitch." Sharon laughed sadistically.
"You will do it before the next stroke or you will be punished with ten
more. There are much worse things than being punished by a sadistic
mistress. You will find out."
Peter struggled to get to Lisa's boots but the agony in his arms prevented
him from moving very much. Another vicious blow rained across his chest with
a sadistic hiss. Peter cried out in total agony. Then he looked up at the
huge cock hovering right over his face. Sharon has a look of empty euphoria
in her eyes as her cock swelled under her fingertips. Her hand was parted
because she could not close her hand around her cock anymore. Sharon
shouted, "Ten more strokes for me."
Peter manage with enormous monumental effort to roll himself to the lather
of Lisa's boots and moved to start kissing them as if it would help him now.
It was no longer a film for Peter by this point. It was a painful lesson of
life or death. All of his thoughts on the camera crew or Milthida were not
even realized by Peter at this point. That his was gloating and watching
wasn't part of his consciousness. All that mattered was Lisa's cruel caning
and the pain he was feeling. That pain and the woman who was slowly wanking
above his face. Each stroke was followed by taunts and insults as he kept
licking Lisa's boots and kissing them. He shuttered at each stroke. Her
boots were smeared by his lipstick.
He was sobbing uncontrollably by this point and he heard Lisa keep counting
the strokes.
"That is ten, now look at me and apologize for making me beat you."
Peter was unable to look up from the large metal collar on his neck. He
forced himself to roll on his back and beg her forgiveness.
At that movement, as he was begging her to forgive him, his statement was
cut off in mid-sentence as Sharon's cock spurted white sticky semen over his
face and spattered in his hair. She pumped its load to allow the last drops
to land on his lips.
The room was silent as the camera moved forward to take in the single drop
of semen that slid do his lips. "That's perfect," said Milthida as she
shouted cut. "That final shot was so powerful. Now put the little slave girl
in her cage and lets take a break before we start working on her first full
length film."
Peter looked up as Audry stood over him with a triumphant look on her face.
Peter was stuck kneeling in his tiny cage looking out at the people who were
planning the destruction of his entire life. And his enslavement. He
struggled to hear as they were all eating from Cartons. He heard his wife
laughing with her new husband. He couldn't stop drooling out of the large
ring that filled his mouth. He cursed the fates again for this and wondered
how he let himself get to this point. He could have had it all, but he
wanted a simple life. But, the fates kept pushing him in a different
direction. He struggled against it, but now, fates have decided. He swore
these people would die. Them making this so public was going to assure that.
His real family that he ran from would sure see this. And when they did,
their fate would be sealed. Why couldn't he have a simple life of obscurity
and little. He didn't need grand things, but fate determined otherwise. The
person he feared the most was his sister. She loved that life, and she was
ruthless. She was ruthless for her family, and when she found him. God
couldn't save anyone that hurt him. Why did they have to do this?
Sharon said something and laughed as she looked over at Peter. He thought he
still felt the wetness in his hair but it would probably be dry by now.
Garry finished and walked up to him. His jeans were building from his
erection looking at Peter. "I would love to fuck you, Peter," he said.
All Peter could do is grunt hoping it sounded like a no. "I will take that
as a yes. I probably will tonight when the filming stops."
Peter was let out about ten minutes later and led to Linda's makeup table as
she started working again. Jackie watched in amazement at Linda's work and
continuously asked questions about the woman's technique. Then Jackie stroll
over to her husband that she worked so hard to destroy. "This will be one of
the big ones. I hope you are proud of yourself, Peter. Soon, your films will
be all over the internet. All over Facebook, everyone will know that you
have become a star," she said with a smile.
Then Jackie held out a gift for Peter, smiling. Allen was interested as he
watched. "This is a special gift for you, from me to you and your Mistress.
And Ms Vere."
"We are going to film in a few minutes, so get ready, we all know the
script. We will start fitting and then move on to an hour of punishment
before the real fun."
Peter was yanked out of the styling chair and he was placed on the floor in
the center of the room. Lisa approached him holding the Box. Sharon stood
over him.
She opened the box smiling and it contained a large bottle of pink pills,
some syringes and a pink laced corset. And it had some large breast forms.
Linda asked, "Do you want to wear this for us?"
He looked up and shook his head. Linda brought the cane up and wacked it
across his back.
Then she asked him again, "Do you want to wear the corset for us?"
He looked frightened at Lisa, then At Sharon. He shook his head again. Peter
was unable to keep with the ring holding his mouth opened. She wacked him
again.
She repeated the question some more times, and each time he refused. He
figured she would keep hitting him until he said yes. He would not submit
the pain out of fear anymore. If they wanted to put him in the corset, then
let them. He was unable to prevent it.
He was taught how to handle pain at a young age. He was given extensive
training in handing pain, and ways to deal with it and not submit to it.
Some of the training involved torture, brutal painful torture that people in
his family's line of work sometimes endured to extract vital information. So
every member of his family from his sister to his brothers received the
training. He long forgot about it because he didn't want to be part of the
family. He fled and tried to live a civil and legal life. He didn't like the
brutal things his family did. Especially his sister's response to people she
called criminals. Peter thought it was too brutal. Seeing these people here,
and the brutality and pain they were inflicting. He suddenly reconsidered
his sister's attitude, and figured it wasn't that bad after all. If they
ever came by again to rescue their brother, he may accept. But he would hate
to see his sister like this.
By the twelfth strike, Lisa was getting angry. "If only you let us put the
corset on you, we could stop. If you keep refusing then we have no choice."
Peter simply glared at her.
"You will be made into a girl. Just say yes."
Peter shook his head. Then Sharon said, "How about I come in your mouth,
Peter. Can I do that, or do you want more strikes from Lisa? I can give you
one of those pills."
Peter shook his head. Sharon then said, "Fine, give Peter one 100 whacks.
Let's start now."
Lisa started waking him and counting them off. Since Peter couldn't speak.
He went through some of the training, focusing his mind on something other
than the pain. Letting his mind go blank. Give up, just exist. He had long
since forgot most of the training and by the twenty fifth strike, he began
weeping and crying. He tried to regain focus, and partly succeeded by the
fiftieth stroke.
He was in a fog of unimaginable pain by the one hundredth. Facing another
one hundred, he broke and begged for the corset. Sharon then said, "Can I
come in your mouth?"
Peter agreed. He suffered all of that indignity. He allowed the women to
strap him in the crushing corset. It crushed his sides in. The Large O was
removed. Then he knelt as Sharon stuck her entire cock into his mouth and
started jacking it. He gagged as she ejaculated into his mouth and he took
the pill.
He was a mess of red welts across his body and the corset hurt them more. He
meekly allowed himself to be dressed more as a woman and even wore the large
breast forms his wife brought him. He didn't think he could mean himself any
more than he already had.
By the end of that humiliating film. He was almost broken. Milthilda
approached. "You have some serious control. But if you allow us to feminize
ze you, we will agree to not hurt you as much. But if you resist, then we
will."
He glared up, the Ring removed for more oral action in the film. He simply
said, "Go for it bitch."
He knew they would hurt him. It would give him the training he needed to
relearn the old lessons he forgot. He needed to focus so he could get out,
before his sister came to see him like this. Seeing her would be so
humiliating. He used to be totally lethal. To need his sister to rescue him,
death may be a better option.
But one thing was very clear. His sister would be coming.
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