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Sorry it's been so long since I last updated this story! Life has really
gotten in the way recently. I've written this as a kind of open-ended
conclusion to this story that I hope works. Hope you enjoy!
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I was brought to a surprisingly plain looking dinning room, one side of
which was a huge glass window that looked out over the grounds. The rest
of the room was minimalist, a large white dining table with eight black
chairs surrounding it. Aside from another door opposite the one I had
entered there was nothing else to speak of. Mr and Mrs DeSanto sat beside
each other, and a third place was prepared which I assumed was for me.
There was already a plate of food before them and another waiting for me,
along with a large glass of red wine.
From here I could smell the aroma and despite not feeling hungry my mouth
watered.
"Ms Cooper," Marcus said as I entered, standing to greet me, "please do
sit down, you must be starving. I believe you have met my wife
Christine?"
She smiled warmly at me as I moved around to take a seat. "Thank you for
your hospitality," I said as I sat down and breathed in that amazing
scent. I needed to play nice despite not knowing their intentions towards
me or my future.
"Dig in," Marcus said as they both began to eat. I didn't hesitate and
the food didn't disappoint. After a few mouthfuls and a sip or two of the
red wine, I asked the question I'd been wanting to for a while now.
"I just wanted to say thank you for saving me," I said, making sure to
smile as I did. "But do you think I could trouble you for the use of a
phone? I know people will be worried about me."
Of course, it was possible no one was looking for me yet, but I assumed
the fake kidnappers had at least reported me missing to Bloom, and
hopefully to the police.
"Don't you worry about that. You can stay here as long as you like,"
Christine said with another wide smile.
That wasn't what I had asked. "That's truly kind. I just really wanted to
make sure people aren't worried about me," I replied, trying to hide any
rising concerns I had about the couple.
"Nonsense," she said quickly. She stared at me and I saw the warmth
vanish from her eyes. I immediately felt like it would be a bad idea to
ask again.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, unsure what to do now.
"What my wife means is we'd like you to stay a while. As our guest. Now
no more questions, finish your meal," Marcus said, sitting back in his
chair and letting his eyes roam over my body.
Now I was worried.
His tone had also become much firmer towards the end of his statement. It
felt like an order. To my shame I found myself sitting quietly as I ate.
Finally, the meal was finished, and Charlotte came in to take away our
things. Marcus patted her on the bottom as she did. Mrs DeSanto didn't
seem to mind and then did the same thing to the girl as she passed her.
"Time for after dinner entertainment, come this way Ms Cooper," Marcus
said as they both stood and moved back to the door I had entered from. I
followed them nervously. As I did I kept looking around, trying to spot
any hint of what they had planned or perhaps a telephone I could try to
use if I could slip away.
The led me through the house, passing a study, a living area and even a
home gym. Eventually we reached another door and stepping through I saw
we were in what looked like a garage but there were no cars here. Instead
the centre of the room was dominated by a large X shaped wooden frame.
Each point of the cross had leather buckles and padlocks, with another
larger strap in the centre and I knew immediately what it was.
I started to back away, but Marcus quickly reached out and grabbed my
wrist in his hand, holding me firmly. "Don't be nervous. I thought you
loved this? Christine has spent many a happy hour on the frame, but we
thought you would like a turn tonight," he said as he started to easily
drag me towards it.
Despite fighting as hard as I could he easily lifted me up towards it. He
held me against it while his wife wrapped the centre strap around my
waist and buckled it. Finally, she added a small padlock.
"Please I just want to go home!" I said as Marcus then pulled my left arm
up and secured it in the strap. The leather was softly padded inside but
still very tight and I knew I wouldn't get my arm free. He easily
repeated the process with my right arm and then bent down to put my legs
into binds too. Padlocks were attached to each cuff by Mrs DeSanto.
I was soon spread out in a cross shape and helplessly locked in place.
"I'm sorry Ms Cooper but this was just too good a chance to pass up," he
said, reaching up and taking hold of my chin. "When Nigel called and
asked to hire my kidnapping company for you, I knew we had a real chance
to give you some extra experiences."
"Nigel? You mean Mr Bloom?" I replied in shock. Of course. This was all
too convenient to be a coincidence. Bloom wanted me to really know what
it was like to be kidnapped and helpless. The two of them had then come
up with the idea to make me think the van was stolen.
"Of course. That man will do anything to protect his investments. That's
probably why I like him so much," Marcus grinned.
"Then you can let me go now?" I asked. "I mean you and Mr Bloom have
certainly made your point!"
"Not just yet. There is one more thing you need to experience I think."
Despite my asking he refused to elaborate. I strained against the straps
but I wasn't going anywhere! I felt a hand sliding up my inside leg and
looking down saw it was Christine. She smiled at me as her fingers traced
my flesh, leaving little goosebumps along the way and finally moving
under my dress and between my legs. Her smile grew as I felt her fingers
begin to move along the edges of my new anatomy. I could feel that
excitement growing again. The fear and humiliation of being helpless. The
way her fingers moved around my pussy. I fought back a little moan.
"Getting wet already," Christine said to her husband. "Are you sure we
can't keep her?"
"Sorry Hun, you will just have to make do with Charlotte."
I moaned loudly, as she pushed her fingers suddenly, deeply inside me. My
body began to respond, and I felt amazing. Pleasure seemed to flood my
body both from her touch and the thrill of being helpless! Suddenly she
stopped and removed her hand from me, stepping back.
"She's a virgin," she said.
"What?" Marcus replied before starting to laugh. "Well you have had a
sheltered life Ms Cooper!"
He began to walk around me slowly, as though he was considering his
options.
"Hun grab the toy. I think Ms Cooper could use a few hours to herself,"
he told his wife.
Mrs DeSanto went to a drawer in the corner and started to search through
it, before pulling out what looked like a large plastic cylinder. As she
approached, I could see it had two straps, one in the middle the other at
the bottom.
I looked at Marcus and saw a smug look on his face. He was clearly
enjoying this. She then placed the item next to my inner thigh with the
head of the rod pressing against my sex.
"I hope this isn't too much for you," she said as she used the two straps
to secure it to my thigh, "I'll come check on you in a few hours."
I was about to protest when I heard a click and the thing on my leg began
to vibrate! Any chance of me speaking was lost in a loud, long moan that
escaped my lips. The vibrations pulsed through my body and the spike in
pleasure I felt was so intense I felt my body straining against the
straps.
Then the lights in the room went off and I was left alone. It had only
been seconds and I already knew I wouldn't be able to take hours of this.
I didn't know if anyone could! True I wasn't used to how my new body
could feel but this just seemed far too intense.
It didn't take long for the first orgasm to hit me. I rocked against the
frame as it passed through my body. Almost immediately another followed.
Then a third. I started to lose count as I hung from my bonds, unable to
escape the torture of the incredible sensations.
I could hear myself begging them to come back, even as I moaned like I
was in a porn film! Time seemed to blur and eventually the lights came
back on. By this time I was sweating and breathing hard but still feeling
incredible. I looked over and tried to focus. I could see Marcus coming
towards me. As he got closer, I could see the smile on his face.
"I'm glad you had fun," he said, without asking how I was, as he turned
off the device and removed it from my leg. I didn't speak. I couldn't.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a needle. "Don't worry," he
said as if reading the sudden concern on my face, "this is just to help
you relax for the trip home."
I felt a pinch as he pressed it into my arm and then finally darkness and
sleep came.
When I finally opened my eyes I was looking up at a familiar ceiling. I
was home, laying on top of the sheets on my own bed. My body still
tingled with lingering arousal. "Fuck," I said simply.
It really had all been staged. The entire thing was part of the hired
kidnapping scenario my publisher had come up with to cure my writers
block. I found a smile forming and I actually laughed softly.
Bloom really did pull out all the stops when it came to helping his
writers. I turned and swung my legs over the side of the bed, finding I
was still wearing the dress. My phone was on the dresser and I saw it was
now midday. I had a couple of missed calls from Davis.
I sent him a text and asked him to come over. While I waited, I showered
and thought about everything I'd experienced. I'd need to make notes. I
needed to record how vulnerable and helpless I'd felt. But also how that
in itself was a turn on. I thought about how the ropes and straps had
felt around my body. As I did I could feel myself getting horny again!
I dried off and pulled on a silken, light blue robe. I finished a few
inches below my rear and felt quite incredible on my skin. I heard a
knock at the door.
Without bothering about how sexy the robe looked on me I went to answer
the door. It was Davis, dressed in sweatpants and a vest. My eyes traced
over his dark skin and muscular arms as I saw his eyes look me over too.
"Come on in," I said, stepping aside to allow him into my home.
"Thanks," he replied. "Are you ok?"
"I'm great actually"
"Good. Well I've got some good news!" Davis said as he sat on the couch.
I went and sat beside him, pulling my legs up under me.
"So I looked into the spell I cast and spoke to my family who are the
real experts. They said it's possible that I also made some mental
changes without meaning to. I'm really sorry about that."
"It's ok, its not been so bad," I told him. I let my eyes roam over him
again. I didn't know if it was because I was still quite turned on but
he'd never looked better. I rarely saw him dressed casually and I liked
how it let his physique show through.
"Well the good news is I can reverse it all quite easily and then I could
either change you physically again but without the mental changes or we
just leave you as James and deal with Bloom"
I moved my hand to let it rest lightly on his shoulder. "I don't think
Bloom would like that. He'd probably fire you. He seems to have big plans
for me. And honestly I'm not in any rush to change back."
"Are you ok James?" he said, looking concerned. "You aren't acting like
yourself"
"I think I've just realised what I want," I replied as I moved forward
suddenly and pressed my lips to his! I really didn't know what I was
planning. I just wanted him in strange new ways. The idea of kissing a
man shouldn't have been appealing but here I was, making it happen!
I felt him respond, kissing back. The slight stubble on his chin was a
little scratchy but I didn't mind.
"Stop," he said, breaking the kiss. With my body laying across him like
this I realised I was practically on his lap. I could feel something hard
and thick beneath me, and it made me smile.
"What? Don't tell me you didn't think about this once you saw how sexy
you'd made me," I grinned.
"I'm not saying that I haven't thought about it but...are you sure it's
what you want James?"
"I'm sure. I really want to know what its like and there isn't anyone I
trust more than you," I assured him. "Also please stop calling me James.
I'm Lacey now."
We kissed again.
I'm Lacey now. And forever.
Nadene
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