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Author's Note: A request from a reader named Ferdnand Fer, 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 two that explains how the company
came to be. Part three will be back to the kidnapping and transforming of
sissies--you know, the good stuff.
Please let me know if you have any ideas about what other future chapters
should include.
Enjoy!
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Sissy Michelle, aka Emhoninque.
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THE KINCAID GROUP
2-HOW IT ALL BEGAN
Clarice arrived back at the compound just as the sun was peaking over the
horizon. She spent most of her time here, living in a secluded corner of
a forgotten island in the Caribbean. The location of the Kincaid Group
headquarters was a closely guarded secret.
Much of the compound was hardened and underground, which kept things safe
from prying eyes. The biggest problem these days was the tropical weather
that would roll through--although, it must be admitted that Clarice took
delight in strapping a sissy to a palm tree on the beach on these
occasion and watching as the slut rode out a Cat 5 storm completely
exposed to the elements.
It was her latest kink, and while it proved too much for a few of her
projects, the ones that survived the storm were completely broken
afterwards. It was just what she was looking for in her sissy cock sluts.
Back to the present.
Clarice's convoy drove into the underground garage where a dozen armed
men stood in formation, protecting her arrival. Clarice employed a small
army. Most of them were former military with some special
characteristics. In addition to their tactical training, all of them
sported larger-than-average cocks and extremely high libidos. If that
didn't come naturally, Clarice had a medical solution that kept her men
constantly on edge and extremely loyal to whoever would make sure that
their balls were drained on a regular basis.
Clarice made sure to keep her men well-drained and very happy.
Marcus, the man who led her security force opened the door and held out
his arm as she exited the vehicle. "What are your orders for the new
slut?" he asked in reference to the sedated woman drooling on the
backseat.
"Take her to the kennels," she replied.
"Yes, Ma'am," Marcus replied as he effortlessly hoisted the girl over his
shoulders. "Any specialized instruction?" he asked as he began to move
toward the kennels. Clarice squelched a sadistic laugh as she said, "No.
I don't have a buyer for this bitch, so tell Jamaal he can do whatever he
wants with her."
Marcus smiled. "I'm sure that he has some ideas he's like to try."
Clarice knew her people. She knew that within the week Jamaal would
submit a request for surgical treatment for the senator's little lost
secretary. She would probably be surgically modified to become one of
Jamaal's erotic pets, but as for the specifics of what he had in mind for
the girl--well, Clarice was looking forward to watching her kennel
master's sadistic mind at work.
Clarice had her own projects to deal with. All four of them were waiting
in her chambers when she returned to her suite.
The four sissies were crated up and waiting--just as they had been late
last night when Clarice left for her trip to the States. They were
encased in the standard sissy crate, which meant that they were boxed up
and totally encased in expanding foam so that they wouldn't be able to
move a muscle.
A long hollowed out phallus was lodged firmly down their throats, and had
been there non-stop for the last three weeks. This ensured that they had
an adequate air supply and had the added benefit of permanently destroyed
each sissy's gag reflex.
A Kincaid-trained sissy does not gag, no matter what squirts down her
throat.
Another tube was inserted into their sissy pussies. It provided both
pleasurable and painful stimulation, as well as a removal conduit for any
body waste. Since none of these sissies had been fed this week, there
wasn't much waste to be removed.
The most important piece of equipment was a sensory hood that ensured
that these projects could only see and hear what they were fed during
their training. Bespoke sissy training videos had been playing non-stop
for these past three weeks.
Thus the sissy projects had been loaded into their crates. Their throat
and pussy tubes were attached and their sissy balls were pulled roughly
through a gap in the end of the crate and inflated with a saline solution
that ensured that they wouldn't be able to get free without ripping their
balls from their body first.
Then the entire box was filled with the compound's special foam solution
that kept the projects immobile for three weeks while they absorbed their
sissy lessons. The expanding foam was also a permanent depilatory, so
none of the sissies would ever have to worry about shaving from here on
out.
It was a little thing, but these little things add up when it comes to
training the perfect sissy cock slut.
Hypnosis training could only take them so far, which is why the girls had
their sissy balls exposed. Years ago when Clarice was a lowly young
chemist, she had stumbled upon a drug cocktail, that when applied
properly, would completely erase a person's will and leave them open to
any suggestion, no matter how extreme.
The drug compound was called DX-179-13B, and it was the most-important
secret of the Kincaid Group. It was the accident that started the
business in the first place. It was the means by which Clarice had been
supplying compliant sissies and other exotic pets to men around the world
who were willing to pay unseemly amounts of money to have a no-limit sex
slave that would cater to their every whim.
Clarice opened her hidden vault via 15 digit two-pass codes and multiple
biometric safeguards. She removed the vial of DX-179-13B and proceeded to
load up four syringes. As if were just another part of her daily routine,
she injected the serum directly into each sissy's exposed testicles.
The fact that the little sluts didn't even flinch when she stabbed the
needles into their balls meant that the serum was working. The final test
would come in a few weeks when each sissy would be de-crated, given a
scalpel and instructed to castrate themselves. If they hesitated or
flinched, they'd get another few weeks in the sissy crate.
Over the past seven years, not a single sissy had hesitated or flinched,
although many of them had cried out in ecstatic joy at finally being
allowed to get rid of her hated sissy balls. Her sissy training program
had proven to be 100% effective.
That wasn't always the case.
Back when Clarice had been a lowly cog at an international pharmacy lab,
she had been approached by a corporate officer who had taken notice of
her work. Herr Greuban, as he used to be called, was an ambitious man who
understood that Clarice was working on something that would have
substantial military value. He arranged for her to work off site in a
secret lab, with two assistants who would report back to Greuban.
To his credit, Greuban made sure that the lab was well funded and that
the science was sound before he started human testing. That began
abruptly on the day when he suddenly appeared in the lab with a small
group of mercenaries and announced that it was time to see if "zis shit
works or no."
The two lab assistants were taken at gunpoint and secured to gurneys.
They were nice kids, but perhaps not the smartest lab techs on the block.
Greuban had made certain that both could disappear without any real
consequence.
The girl, Liesa was a Teutonic knockout. She was tall, blonde and a
haughty look that would have been at home a sadistic dominatrix.
Apparently, se was Greuban's perfect woman, but she had made the mistake
of rejecting his advances at a corporate retreat several years earlier.
Daveed was a nice young man whose only sin was that Greuban's daughter
had seduced him years ago when he was a lowly musician playing in the
Berlin cabarets. He'd apparently been attracted to the girl's impressive
tits, and found out that they were so sensitive that even a little
groping left her unable to refuse his advances. She'd become pregnant
soon after they met.
It was a family scandal but Greuban ended the crisis by slipping a drug
into his daughter's food that caused her to miscarry. He had saved his
family's honor, but he became obsessed by how easily his daughter had
spread her legs. Which is why Herr daddy stole into the girl's room one
night and reached under the covers to give his little girl's tits a quick
squeeze.
Suffice it to say that her libido was wired directly to her nipples, and
she had no problem showing how far she would go to please anybody who
knew how to please her. Even if that was her own father!
After a month of daddy/daughter late night dates, the girl was shipped
off to a private school. The family didn't speak of her pregnancy again,
but Greuban still had a score to settle. He set out to find the boy who
almost ruined his daughter's life. But instead of having him killed, he
offered the boy a job instead.
It had all been in the works for a year now. The poor lab techs, Liesa
and Daveed were nothing but pawns in Greuban's quest for power and
revenge.
Herr Greuban had access to all of Clarice's lab notes, so he understood
how the drug worked. A single injection left the subject highly
susceptible to any command given while the narcotic was in the system.
Clarice foolishly thought this could be used to help people with smoking,
drug addiction or overeating issues, but Herr Greuban didn't want to make
the world a better place. He wanted to bend the world to his will.
And so Liesa was injected and then forced to listen to a looping audio
file that explained how she wanted nothing more in life than to become
Herr Greuban's devoted sex slave. No demand was too much when it came to
pleasing Greuban and any of his friends.
Daveed didn't get off so easy. The pharma company had previously
developed a drug that induced lactation--a real boon for mothers who had
trouble breastfeeding their babies, but it was a drug with the serious
side effect of causing anyone who came into contact with the drug to
suddenly see rapid breast growth and non-stop lactation.
Even the men.
Obviously the research had been discontinued, but not before Greuban
stole a sample of the drug for use in his revenge plan.
David was given his shot of DX-179-13B in instructed that his highest
goal in life was to become a human cow, spending his day desperately
trying to convince somebody to milk her. This was followed up with the
lactation serum in a dosage that was five times what would have been
recommended for use before it was discontinued.
Both Daveed and Liesa were handcuffed to their gurneys and wheeled into a
dark room where armed men would watch over them during the night while
their bespoke instruction tapes played on a loop in their ears.
For her part, Clarice was put under guard and locked in her lab and told
to keep working until Greuban could see the results of these first human
trials in the morning.
Clarice knew that the drug was effective with just one dose, but it
required half-dozen booster shots to really take full effect. She also
realized that she had come up with a plan quickly. There was no hope of
overpowering the guards, but she knew that brains were stronger than
brawn.
She worked all night, mostly in the dark so that the guards didn't notice
that she wasn't sleeping. She was exhausted but ready when Greuban
arrived the next morning.
Liesa was wheeled out first, her eyes glazed over and drool dripping from
her lips. She appeared to be catatonic, but this all changed instantly
when Greuban stepped into her field of vision.
She immediately became a woman possessed and tore at her handcuffs in
order to get to her new master. Liesa was released and practically
tackled Greuban as she went for his cock. She was swallowing him down to
the hilt, prioritizing Greuban's pleasure over her own need for air.
Greuban was delighted and told one of the mercenaries to fill her other
hole. He plunged into her vagina, but was stopped when Greuban pointed
out that she was nothing but a "dirty whore now," so perhaps he should
use the "dirty hole."
Greuban ejaculated when the guard pushed his cock into Liesa's ass. She
was so intent in her devotion to her new Master that she didn't even
notice. Another guard was invited to test the girl. A quick whisper in
her ear that these men were his "friends" caused Liesa to go into
overdrive, wheeling and attacking their cocks like the single-minded slut
she had become.
Some of the men had shit on their cocks after fucking her ass. Liesa
didn't notice. She was desperate to do anything to please her new Master
and his "friends." When the men tired of using this new toy, Herr Greuban
mentioned that the stair banister was a good friend of his, and Liesa ran
over and mounted the banister pole as of it was the most-enticing cock in
the world.
Herr Greuban was thrilled as he watched Liesa fuck herself on the stair
banister. "Well, I think that qualifies as a success,' he laughed before
ordering Daveed to be wheeled into the room.
Liesa had been cock-crazed. Daveed was completely insane. He had lost any
sense of humanity, having completely been turned into a cow in his mind.
When released from his bonds, he immediately dropped to all fours and
began wandering around the room, rubbing up against the guards in the
hope that they would milk his growing teats.
Daveed had sprouted C Cup beasts overnight and drops of milk were already
forming on her nipples. "It usually takes a week or so for the drug to
really kick in," Greuban crowed, "and by this time next week, those
udders of hers will reach the ground and leave a wet trail of milk behind
her wherever she goes."
"You liked my daughter's tits so much," he hissed into Daveed's ear, "now
you have a set of your own to enjoy.
Daveed's only response was a plaintiff "moo." She was put on a leash and
led out to her new life on the farm.
And now it was Clarice's turn. Herr Greuban turned to her and said,
"Congratulations, my dear. Your drug seems to have worked beyond my
wildest expectations. But what do I do with you now?"
Time to plant some seeds.
"I assumed that you were going to inject me and make me into your devoted
lab tech and sex slave, which is why I destroyed my notes and all of the
remaining serum." Clarice took a moment to enjoy the brief look of panic
on her boss' face.
Greuban wasn't so easily cowed. "I've been monitoring your work," he
smirked, "so I won't need your notes to make more of the serum." He
sounded confident, but he still sent the guards to search the lab.
Clarice was defiant. "It's not that simple," she explained as if she were
talking to a child. "Without my process, which was not in my notes,
you'll never successfully re-create the formula. I suppose you could ask
Liesa or Daveed for advice," she said with a triumphant smile, "but I
don't think they'll be much use any longer."
As if on cue, Liesa moaned as she orgasmed on the stair banister.
"Too bad you didn't save a dose for me," she said, "you could have made
me be your slave. But now you have to keep me alive or else you'll never
get another dose."
Clarice's smile faded when a guard returned to the room holding one vial
of DX-179-13B that had been overlooked in the back of the cooler.
"What a great idea," Greuban crowed as he had the guards tie Clarice to a
chair. He injected her with the serum and then dictated a quick audio
file into his phone that would cause Clarice to be devoted to Herr
Greuban, willing to do ANYTHING to make him happy. And nothing would make
him happier than to have a cutting-edge chemist during the day and a
devoted cock slut at night.
She heard Greuban laugh in triumph as he wheeled into a dark closet where
she could concentrate on learning her new instructions.
This was Clarice's plan all along. The forgotten vial of DX-179-13B was
actually an inert solution. Clarice was in no danger of being turned into
Greuban's slave. It would come down to an Academy Award worthy acting
performance in the morning.
Which is why Clarice crawled over to Herr Greuban when he returned in the
morning, begging to serve him. "Master," she cried out, "How may I serve
you?"
Greuban laughed and immediately put her to the test.
Clarice served Greuban and all four of his guards as their devoted sex
slave. She sucked off each one of the men, or got them hard enough that
they decided to fuck her then and there. She moaned like a bitch in heat
as the men plowed into all of her holes, relieved when Greuban told the
men to "use her backdoor--I don't want my new slave to get pregnant on the
first day."
The man laughed and used her like an animal. They took turns pissing
directly down her throat, and Clarice had trouble staying in character
during this humiliation. But she swallowed it all because as Herr
Greuban's sex slave, she was willing to do ANYTHING to make him happy!
When they were convinced that the serum had taken hold, Greuban left her
with one guard and told her to make a new batch of the serum. Clarice was
still naked when she got up to start working for her new master, rivulets
of cum dripping down her legs as a physical mark of her submission.
Nothing was father from the truth. She had plans to turn the tables on
her boss.
As an experienced chemist, it was easy to mix up something to sedate the
guard. He ordered to have Clarice suck his cock while he sipped his
coffee one night. Clarice knew that her plan was working when his
erection deflated in her mouth. It was a simple matter after that to give
him a full injection and set to listening to an audio loop that would put
Clarice's commands above everything else.
To keep up appearances, she also instructed him to use her like a cock
slut until she told him to stop, which led to a week of non-stop fucking
for Clarice. If she hadn't been so bent on revenge, Clarice might have
even enjoyed her predicament.
Something similar happened to the second and third guards, although
Clarice had the first guard chloroform his coworker this time while he
was enjoying a blowjob from Clarice. The rest of the dominoes fell easily
after that. One by one, the entire security staff was overpowered and
injected with DX-179-13B. By the time Herr Greuban returned from his trip
to Geneva, Clarice was ready to spring her trap.
Greuban walked in and bellowed, "Where's my little scientist slut?"
Clarice bounded into the room, looking very much like a hypnotized bitch
excited to see her owner return home.
"Have you been a good girl?" he asked.
"Yes, Master," Clarice cried out. "I am so glad to see you! I made lots
and lots of the drug, just like you wanted. What do you want me to do
with it?"
"Box it up, bitch," Greuban said with a triumphant laugh.
"Yes, Master," Clarice dutifully replied.
"But first things first," he added, "Why don't you come over and suck my
cock to show how much you've missed me."
Clarice bounced up and down as if that was the best suggestion ever. She
crawled over and began to unzip her boss' fly. He was so caught up by the
slutty performance that he didn't notice the security guards flanking
him. He did notice when Clarice bit down on his balls and the guards
moved in to subdue him. Herr Greuban, as he used to be called, was
quickly injected with DX-179-13B and locked away for his training.
Clarice knew that multiple injections were needed to make the training
permanent, so she spent the next few weeks making certain that Greuban
and her harem of boys were fully devoted to her. She even had Liesa and
Daveed rehired as her lab assistants.
Liesa was back to normal within the month, and she was soon bent upon
revenge on Herr Greuban. Clarice gave her carte blanche control over the
man, with the only caveat being that he had to appear normal to the
outside world, if only to keep the secret lab up and funded.
Liesa decided to make Herr Greuban into her bitch, literally, giving him
an insatiable desire for doggy dick. Liesa kept him knotted and on the
lab floor, desperately begging for more dogs to serve while Clarice
wrapped things up at the lab.
Daveed was also recalled, but he didn't have the same happy ending as
Liesa. The lactation drug had caused his breasts to balloon to the point
where he wouldn't have been able to stand upright if he wanted to do so.
Just as Greuban had predicted, he left a wet trail of sissy cow milk
wherever he went as his udders dragged along the ground.
If that's not enough, Greuban had tattooed Daveed with full body cow
patches, and two tiny horns had been surgically attached to her forehead.
Her forearms and lower legs had been amputated, leaving poor Daveed
stranded on all fours for the rest of his life.
It had broken the boy. He was quite insane now, spending his days
desperately looking for somebody to milk him, stopping only when there
was a bull that needed to breed his cow. The cowbell around his neck
pealed erotically as he moved about on his amputated limbs.
Liesa has particularly incensed by what had happened to Daveed. When
Clarice had a wrapped everything up with the lab, but she needed to make
certain that her plans were secure. She ordered Herr Greuban to embezzle
20 million dollars from the company, which would be used to set up her
own lab.
Then she disappeared from the world, leaving Herr Greuban implicated as
the obvious thief. There was no hiding what he had done. Interpol would
search for him for the rest of his life. But they would never find him.
Liesa had made him into a companion cow for Daveed.
Herr Greuban, as he used to be called, would spend the rest of his days
mooing in a field somewhere in Switzerland. He had been given the command
to suckle Daveed, which transferred the lactation serum into his own
system. Liesa sent a picture one year that showed what had become of Herr
Greuban. He was basically two giant tits, with a tiny body perched on
top, legs flailing about, as they were unable to reach the ground. In
true cow fashion, Liesa had trained her new pet to be a breed cow for the
bulls she kept on her little farm.
That was ten years ago. Clarice had lost touch with the lab assistants,
as she was busy running her multi-national organization. The Kincaid
Group was named in honor of Daveed Kincaid, poor boy, who had shown
Clarice how much could be accomplished with the proper use of her serum.
DX-179-13B was the key, and Clarice started her business by abducting
some very bad boys. Gang bangers and Wall Street swindlers inexplicably
disappeared under her direction. They were replaced in the world by
compliant little sissy sluts who would do whatever their new Masters
demanded.
Those new Masters paid handsomely for their sissies, which in turn
financed the Kincaid Groups new acquisitions, the private army and the
compound where several sissies were being trained at any given time.
Like the four projects waiting for Clarice in her chambers. Three of them
were destined to be perfect Stepford wives for the men who had purchased
them. The fourth was destined to be a sex doll. She would be encased in a
rubber suit and spend the rest of her days unable to move, locked away in
a dark closet until her master decided to pull her out and fuck her. Or
perhaps she would be mounted on a pole and left out as a fashion
mannequin for the rest of the household to see.
Clarice was always surprised by the demented desires of her clients. She
didn't care about how perverted their requests were. The secret to her
success was that years ago, she had injected herself with an active dose
of DX-179-13B and spent the week in private training to be the most
ruthless sissy trainer ever.
She knew that she was going to enter into a cutthroat business, so she
trained herself to be ruthless, aggressive and single-mindedly focused on
the success of the Kincaid Group.
She no longer had to worry about being amoral. She was beyond that now,
as hundred of compliant sissy slaves could now attest. The power thrilled
Clarice's newly focused mind. It caused her to think up all sorts of
kinky new thrills, which was good, because a European prince was now
looking to get married, and was willing to pay an obscene amount of money
to make sure that he met his perfect princess.
Clarice smiled. "I think we can deliver a happily ever after," she
thought as she started to makes plans for a small time drug dealer in
Houston named Karl.
"Oh Karl, or should I say, Candy?" she mused. "I have such exciting plans
for you."
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