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Author's Note: A reader request, asking for a story about "a group or
organization, which is dedicated to kidnapping people to turn them into
sissy sluts, both physically and mentally.And then sell or auction them."
Here's part one. Part two will explain how the organization was founded.
Please comment if you have any ideas about what future chapters should
include.
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THE KINCAID GROUP
1-BALANCING THE BOOKS
Clarice Wolfe strode into the senator's district office as if she owned
the place.
Flanked by her personal assistants, Monique and Jasmine, and her four
bodyguards, she made quite the impression wherever she went. Her coterie
of ever-present security and assistants were referred to in whispered
voices as "The Wolfe Pack," and they were certainly intimidating enough
to put any room on edge.
But they could not compare with Ms. Wolfe herself. There are some people
who exude a sense of power, and Clarice had worked diligently to
cultivate her "don't fuck with me" persona.
Between her 5' 11" frame and her sky-high stiletto heels, Clarice was
usually the tallest person in the room, even before she put her "victims"
down on their knees before her--both physically and metaphorically.
She preferred sleeveless tops that showed off her biceps--which Clarice
had developed over the years to an intimidating size. They weren't so
large as to be overtly masculine, but were bulked up enough to let the
world know in a glance that she could personally hurt you, even before
the bodyguards got involved.
That was true. Clarice had extensive military training in weapon systems
as well as hand to hand combat. She had medals in sharp shooting and
black belts in several martial arts disciplines. One of her most
treasured memories came a decade ago when she squared off against a cocky
black belt, a bulked up idiot of a man who assumed that his muscles would
easily overwhelm the "little karate girl."
Clarice fractured his skull and shattered both of his knees. His fighting
career was over. More importantly, none of the men who saw the video
would ever underestimate her again.
She made certain that the video was a common secret among many of the
world's most powerful men.
But even more than her physical attributes, Ms. Wolfe had such a strong
personality that she easily dominated any room. As the public face of the
Kincaid Group, career military officers jumped to obey her orders. Roided
out bodybuilders and NFL linemen quailed in her presence. Whenever
Clarice Wolfe walked into a room, the whole room stopped to stare, their
breath catching in their chests, as they knew instinctively that they
were in the presence of a dangerous predator.
That was certainly true for the pretty little thing sitting at the
Senator's reception desk. "Hello, Ms. Wolfe," she stammered. "Senator
King is on a call right now, but he..."
Clarice smiled. She had no intention of waiting for someone as
inconsequential as a US senator to finish a phone call.
Still, her intuition kicked in and she stopped at the desk just long
enough to take a good look at the girl. Early 20s, probably still at
university, with a cute face hiding behind librarian glasses and a mane
of long blonde hair piled up on her head. She had a stunning figure and
wasn't afraid to put her tits on display for the world. The short skirt
and sexy heels were hidden behind the desk, but Clarice could see a
sexual animal hiding behind her small town girl exterior.
She might be a promising find. The Kincaid Group always needed good
product. Clarice stepped around the desk and reached out to take the
girl's face in her hands, examining her as if she were buying a horse.
The girl stiffened, not sure what was happening. Her eyes went wide as
she saw the predatory smile cross Clarice's face. The girl was too
frightened to say anything. She barely even protested when Clarice parted
her lips and slipped two manicured fingers into her mouth.
As if she were on autopilot, the secretary began to suck on Clarice's
fingers. She had the natural instincts of a whore. The girl moaned in
confusion as well as unmistakable desire. Her hand began to travel toward
her sex, but Monique and Jasmine were right there, catching the girl's
hands and slowly pulling them behind her back. Jasmine pulled the girl's
hair free, letting it cascade down her back while Monique reached into
the girls blouse and started cupping her breasts.
"Much better," Clarice said. "You should always wear your hair down and
your tits out."
The secretary moaned in assent.
The girl had no resistance left. Clarice's two fingers became four and
then an entire hand. The secretary was so lost in heat that she didn't
even care that a small crowd had begun to gather on the sidewalk, openly
gawking at what was happening just inside the senator's waiting room.
The crowd quickly dispersed when Marcus, the 6' 7" mountain of beef who
was the head of Kincaid security stepped over to lock the door and close
the curtains.
There was a sudden pop as Jasmine ripped open the girl's blouse, sending
buttons flying across the room. Her breasts were magnificent, but the
sight was sullied by the confederate flag pattern of her bra.
"Jason," she said to another one of her bodyguards, "please take care of
this bullshit." There was a brief flash of metal as her bodyguard sliced
the bra to ribbons. Jason was a dark-skinned black man and his hand made
a fitting contrast up against the secretary's ivory white skin. Clarice
wondered if the secretary had ever been with a black man before?
She laughed as she thought that she was about to be with her first of
many.
Clarice sighed and decided to let Jasmine finish this acquisition. Due to
some unfortunate experiences in her school days, her assistant took a
special interest in turning racists crackers into devoted black cock
whores. Once upon a time, Clarice would have taken care of this herself,
but she was a busy woman, the head of a multi-billion dollar enterprise.
Sometimes that meant that she had to put Kincaid business ahead of
personal pleasure.
She pulled the girl around and insistently spread her out across her
desk. "You'll be in good hands with Marcus and Jason," she whispered into
the secretary's ear, "while the senator and I take care of our business."
She turned on her heels and strode into the senator's office, flanked
closely by Monique and two of her security personnel. Jason already had
his pants down. The last thing she heard before Monique closed the
senator's office door was Jasmine's sadistic laughter and the secretary's
high-pitch scream of pleasure.
The senator was surprised by the noise as well as the sudden appearance
of the Wolfe Pack in his office. He stammered his apologies and
immediately hung up the phone, standing to meet his guests. Clarice
noticed that he was erect under his expensive silk suit. That was going
to make this all the easier.
"Ms. Wolfe, How nice..." the senator began with the pleasantries before
Clarice cut him off abruptly with an imperious tone. "Sit down, senator.
We need to talk."
Senator King withered into his chair. The two remaining bodyguards,
Dieter and Mikhail took positions behind the senator while Monique knelt
directly behind Clarice, her head bowed submissively and her hands
resting palm up on her thighs.
"Now then, senator," Clarice mockingly began, "how's the family?"
This got his attention. "You know damn well how we're doing," he spat.
"You've got my boy."
Clarice laughed. "Yes I do. And we both know that I could take your other
son if I wanted to, so let's stop fucking around and get down to
business."
The senator glared at her but didn't dare to say anything."
"We invested 37 million dollars into your campaign," she continued, "but
when it came time to repay your debt to us, you refused to sponsor our
bill."
"I couldn't offer it!" the senator said as he started to rise. The
chairman told me that..."
He stopped talking when Mikhail put a massive hand on his shoulder and
pushed him back down into his seat."
"We could have helped you with that," Clarice said with a heavy note of
disappointment in her voice. "Do you think that's you're the only one we
have on our payroll? If we wanted to, we could turn the entire hill to
our whim. No, I think that you just wanted to test us, and now you know
the price for your little rebellion."
The senator's head was bowed. "I'm sorry," he whispered in genuine
contrition.
"Is Matthew alive?" he asked, fearing the answer.
Clarice smiled. "Yes, Senator, your son is very much alive--and happier
than ever, if I do say so myself."
"There were those who wanted to make an example of your boy. We discussed
killing him, or killing you, or perhaps chopping off his penis and
sending it to your wife in a little box. But in the end, calmer heads
prevailed. We wanted a return on our investment, so we decided to put him
to work in our organization."
"Doing what?" he asked.
"It's a low level position," she continued, "But it's better than the
alternative. Please understand that this doesn't excuse your actions, but
as long as you do what we tell you from here one out, I will personally
vouch for your child's safety."
"So, he's safe," the senator timidly confirmed. "And happy?"
"Happy and content." Clarice assured. "Found a true calling in life, some
might say."
"Okay," the senator said with a note of relief, "As long as he's okay.
What do you need me to do?"
Monique rose and brought a manila folder to the senator. She bent low as
she handed it to him, making certain that the old man got a clear shot at
her ample cleavage. And then the silly girl knocked a stack of papers off
the senator's desk. She apologized and bent over to pick them up, making
sure the senator got a lingering look at her ass.
The Kincaid Intelligence Section had reported that the senator was an ass
man, and the lust-filled look on his face confirmed that this was true.
They also reported that he had a thing for red heads, which is why
Monique now sported a head of fiery red curls when she had been a blonde
before her salon appointment last Monday.
Clarice snapped her fingers. "Senator, do I have your attention?"
The senator peeled his eyes off Monique's backside. Clarice sighed again
in mock disappointment."
"There are three bills in that folder," Clarice explained. "You are to
introduce them in March, April and September. Don't worry about party
leadership; we will take care of that on our end. Do you understand?" she
asked.
"Yes," the senator said before offering the obvious amendment. "Yes,
Ma'am."
"Good. You do not want to disappoint us ever again. We will go to
unimaginable lengths to make an example out of you and your entire
family."
She paused to let that set in, but smiled and lightened the tone in the
room when she added, "And while we won't be investing any more financial
capital in your campaign, I think you'll find that we do like to reward
our friends."
The senator looked confused.
"For example," Clarice continued, "You seem to have taken an interest in
my assistant."
The senator mumbled an embarrassed "yes" as his eyes strayed over to
Monique's ass.
"Monique, please show the senator how we take care of our friends."
Monique wiggled her ass in delight as one of the bodyguards pulled the
chair back so that she could squirm her way under the desk. Clarice kept
her gaze fixed on the senator, who tried to remain calm while Monique
unzipped his fly and went to work on pleasing "the great man."
Clarice imagined that having a stern woman and two hulking bodyguards
staring at you might be difficult for any man, but she had personally
trained Monique. The girl had sucked so many cocks these past few months
that any man would wilt under her ministrations.
Sure enough, the senator quickly lost his composure when he looked down
and saw a mass of curly red hair bobbing up and down on his cock.
Monique's muffled moans of ecstasy only added to the scene. The senator
was overwhelmed. He closed his eyes and leaned back.
Clarice laughed. This was all too easy.
With a nod of her head, the bodyguard pulled the chair out and Monique
scurried out and sat on the senator's lap. Practiced minx that she was,
she had his penis firmly embedded in one quick motion, and began to
bounce up and down on his cock.
"Oh yes, daddy," Monique moaned, "Fuck me daddy. Fuck me with your big
daddy cock."
It was all going according to plan. Once again, intelligence reported
that the senator did not have a "big daddy cock," but Monique had been
told what to say and the little slut certainly knew how to play her part
in this ruse.
Clarice looked up to ensure that one of the bodyguards was recording
everything on a discrete camera. The senator was so caught up in the red
head bouncing up and down on his lap that he didn't notice that he was
being set up.
With a growl of passion, the senator stood and threw Monique across his
desk. He pounded into her like a crazed animal. "Take my cock, you little
slut," he rasped in between thrusts. "Let daddy show you what it means to
be a real woman. You like it when daddy fucks you, don't you?"
Monique moaned out her lines like a seasoned actress, "Yes, daddy! Thank
you daddy! Make me into a real woman like you promised! Fuck me daddy!"
That's all it took. The senator stiffened and filled Monique with his
dusty spunk. She was still in character, so she moaned in appreciation,
as if being bred by the senator as the best thing that ever happened to
her. Clarice made a mental note to let Monique have a play date with the
boys in Intelligence as a reward for a job well done.
After the senator collected his breath (and the body guard put away his
camera) Clarice stood to conclude the meeting. "I assume that we have a
deal, senator?" she asked as she gathered her things.
He mumbled something that sounded like yes.
"Good. I expect to see the first bill on the floor in March?" she
checked.
"Yes, Ma'am. March 1st" the senator hazily agreed as Monique lovingly
tucked his cock back into his pants.
"March 1st," Clarice emphasized. "And remember, we have no patience for
those who disappoint us. You've already had your one warning. You don't
want to find out how far we'll go if you ever cross us again."
The senator sobered up at this. "No, Ma'am. I'll sponsor your bill on the
first."
"And," he added after a moment's hesitation, "You'll be sure to take care
of my son?"
Clarice smiled. It was now time for the best part. "Absolutely," she
purred. "As I told you--she's happier than ever and found a true calling
in life."
"She?" the senator asked.
"I'm glad we can be friends again," Clarice continued, ignoring the
question "And don't forget, we know how to take care of our friends. For
example, would you like me to send Monique back to work for you? I think
you need to hire a new secretary. Wouldn't it be nice to fuck her
whenever you wanted?"
"Fuck yes," the senator said with lust dripping in his voice.
"Monique, would you like to be the senator's secretary and sissy cum
slave?"
Monique jumped up and down, clapping her hands and squealing in delight
in answer. "Yes, please!" she squealed. I want daddy to fuck me every
single day!"
"Well, it seems that we all get a happy ending here."
The senator was a bit confused. The word sissy had pulled him out of his
haze.
"Sissy? He asked.
""Oh, yes," Clarice clarified. "Monique used to be a boy. But when he
came to work for us six months ago, we decided that he would be much more
useful to the company as a sissy cock slut. We spent a lot of money on
her surgeries and hypnosis training, but I think you'll agree that she
turned out marvelously."
The penny dropped.
The senator looked up in horror. He hadn't looked at the sissy's face,
just her tits, ass and hair. But the face! Dear, God, he knew that face!
He looked different, but there was no denying that the gorgeous redhead
standing before him had once been his first-born son, Michael."
"Thank you for fucking me, Daddy," she said as she smiled down at him.
"I've been with a lot of guys, and even a few animals, but there's
nothing hotter that getting fucked by your very own father!"
She leaned in and gave him a sensuous kiss on the lips. "I hope we can
fuck again soon," she said as she bounced toward the door. "Tell mom I
love her."
The look on the senator's face was priceless. It made this whole trip
worth the effort. Yes, the blackmail video would come in handy if the
senator ever thought about crossing them again, but the look on his face
was the real prize. It was the look of utter defeat. He had decided to
stand up to Clarice and she had taken his son in retribution and turned
him into a sissy cock whore.
If that wasn't not enough, certain government officials would eventually
be getting a video that showed the senator fucking his own son as well as
documents that indicated that he had arranged to have his boy turned into
a sissy cock slut because of a petty family quarrel. The video would leak
after he sponsored the bills."
Would that be enough? Perhaps the senator's other son should come to work
for the Kincaid Group as well? He was only twelve--a good age to start
training her to be a cock whore.
In the meantime, Clarice would make sure that Michael, now Monique got
plenty of action on video as the most debased sissy whore on the web. The
senator didn't know it, but a website had already been set up by Kincaid
hackers using the senator's governmental account. It foolishly documented
how the senator had forced his son into a life of sissy prostitution.
Dozens of videos were being posted each day that showed how Monique was
enjoying her new "Life's Work" as a sissy cock whore. She ended each
video with a heartfelt thank you to her loving father, Senator King, who
had forced him to become the sissy of their darkest fantasies.
She was scared at first because she didn't want to be a dirty prostitute,
but after a while she came to love each cock and it's delicious treat of
"yummy cummies."
"Thank you daddy!"
The videos were great. What's more, despite being horrified, Clarice
could tell that the old pervert would probably jerk off while watching
his own son being sodomized each night.
Good.
That's what she wanted.
She was telling the truth when she said that there were those at the
Kincaid Group who recommended killing the boy as a penalty for the
senator's disobedience. Clarice urged something harsher. Knowing that his
son had been turned into a cock-crazed sissy whore would haunt the
senator for the rest of his life. Even when he eventually ended up in
prison, as was the plan, and being turned into a prison sissy himself.
Clarice left the senator's office, flanked closely by Monique and one of
the bodyguards--the other would stay behind for ten minutes to ensure that
the senator didn't do anything foolish. That wasn't going to be a
problem. The man was fully broken and openly weeping as he watched the
Wolfe Pack leave,
As she stepped into the lobby, Clarice smiled as she saw the secretary
drugged and passed out across the front desk. She was naked except for
what remained of her bra, stockings and one heel--everything else having
fallen off during sex. A thick stream of cum was still oozing down her
leg and pooling on the floor.
With a nod of her head in instruction, Marcus gathered up the secretary,
throwing her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing, and followed
Clarice out to the car that was idling at the curb.
Monique gathered up the evidence that they had been there--which included
collecting the sedative needle that was on the counter and then licking
up the pool of semen, sucking it out of the carpet as if it was her last
meal. She really was a talented sissy whore who had found her life's
calling.
She followed Clarice to the car and the entire Wolfe Pack, minus one, was
quickly on en route to a private airfield.
A dark SUV pulled into traffic following discretely behind. Clarice
didn't leave the Kincaid compound often, and when she did, she made
certain that she was well protected. She knew that a third vehicle would
collect the last bodyguard and ensure that her entire team got away
without any issues.
The ride to the airfield was uneventful. Monique spent the nestled trip
between Clarice's legs, lapping at her sex. There was no denying that her
meeting with the senator had gotten her quite worked up, as was evidenced
by the four orgasms she enjoyed before boarding her private jet.
It helped that she spent the entire time staring at the secretary who
dozed in the seat next to her. Marcus had injected the first dose of her
special cocktail, which meant that she was now inexorably on the road to
becoming part of Clarice's stable of whores.
She usually preferred to work with young boys, but on occasion she had
had great success with girls. Clarice was nothing if not an equal
opportunity kidnapper, and she was sure that she could find "something"
to do with the secretary.
She thought that the security officer in charge of the kennels at the
compound might have some ideas. He had been a South African fighter back
in the Apartheid days, and he still harbored a dangerous grudge against
racist white bitches like this secretary. He, and his dogs, would know
exactly what to do with the girl.
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