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Taken Inc. Chapter 2
West End Central Police Station - Present Day
I had recovered myself after the revelation that one of my most trusted
employees, Paul Fairclough, had well and truly fucked up. No witnesses,
no witnesses, NO FUCKING WITNESSES! I hammered this point home to my
'acquisitions' team every time they went out on a job. We weren't in the
habit of killing people, I'm not a monster, we would just put that person
on the most far out, hallucinogenic trip they could imagine.
I turned back to detective sergeant Anderson, my calm exterior not
betraying the way my mind was currently all over the place trying to come
up with a reasonable explanation, bit like a swan, all graceful on the
surface but flapping away below and out of sight.
"We do offer employment to those less fortunate and forgotten members of
society. It isn't always possible for them to come to us, so we go to
them. There's a bit of a grapevine among the homeless kids and word soon
gets about. There are a lot of kids who identify as Trans or gay on the
streets, that's often the reason they ran away in the first place, we
offer them bed and board and in return for working for us, we also help
with their transitioning."
Detective constable Rogers wasn't as gullible as I'd hoped, "Bullshit,
our witness tells us that this kid who she says was called James, was
terrified and was kicking and screaming the whole time."
Anderson chipped in as well. "What kind of employment do you offer these
kinds Mr Davies?"
"One at a time please." I smiled good naturedly, hoping to still charm my
way out of this, I turned to Rogers first. "I saw James when he came in,
he was in a bit of state I'm afraid, severely dehydrated as well as being
on a bit of a come down from whatever drugs he'd taken in the last
twenty-four hours. I'm not surprised he was all over the place, as far as
he was concerned he probably thought he was being picked up by a ten-
foot-tall dragon."
I then turned to Anderson. "At first we tidy them up, find out exactly
how far in to their transitioning they are and how far they want to go.
We carry out a psychological examination as well as a physical one. Once
that's done we start helping them with clothing, make up, you know don't
you, sergeant Anderson, you're an attractive woman" I smiled when I said
this, she just glowered at me. "Mostly they work for the first few months
as hostesses or catering staff at our functions, that sort of thing."
As far as I could see, sergeant Anderson was immune to my charms, oh
well, never mind. "Tell us about the parties."
One year and two weeks earlier - James / Jennifer
I don't know how much longer I was going to be able to live like this, if
you called what I did, living. Life at home was shit, my stepdad was an
evil bastard and my Mum was a weak bitch who just put up with his shit
and just sat there while he did whatever he wanted to me and my sister.
For me it was the odd beating, I shudder to think what he did to my
sister, I really didn't want to know. I'd scraped together what money I
could including whatever was in his wallet which didn't amount to much,
about two hundred quid, booked myself a one-way ticket to Euston station
in London and got out of there.
Obviously it all went to shit as soon as I got off the train. I'd been
hoping to meet up with a distant cousin who lived in Camden which I knew
wasn't far from Euston station so I started walking. I soon got lost and
after wandering aimlessly for a couple of hours I gave up and went in to
a late night caf? for a sandwich and a cup of tea. They must have seen me
pulling a tenner from my pathetically small roll of money because as soon
as I got back outside they jumped on me, I was of slight build and only
five foot eight so I wasn't equipped to put up much of a fight. As well
as a few bruises and a black eye I lost my money and my phone. I slumped
down to the pavement and started crying, I really had reached rock bottom
and had no idea what to do next.
After a day or two of just wandering around the area I came across what
appeared to be a makeshift camp under some arches behind Kings Cross
station. I hung around the area hoping someone would take pity on me and
eventually someone did. Her name was Rachel and she was two years older
than me and had been living on the streets for just over a year. "Look,
you can't just keep bumbling around, you might as well paint a great big
target on your back, you can stay with me for a week or two then you'll
have to look after yourself, ok?"
I nodded meekly, almost crying with appreciation, her expression softened
and she guided us over to 'her place' which was an incredibly elaborate
system of cardboard and some sheet metal. She carried on talking while we
walked over to her shelter. "How far are you willing to go for food and a
few quid?" She didn't wait for an answer. "A pretty boy like you will
always be able to earn some money, know what I mean?" She winked and
laughed, "a quick hand job will get you a tenner while a blow job can be
as much as thirty quid as long as you're willing to swallow."
I thought I was going to be sick just at the thought of it. "I'm not a
queer, there must be other ways of earning some money," I whined.
"You'll see," she mocked.
Despite everything, she was good to me and looked out for me over the
next couple of weeks. I'd just started getting used to the place when it
happened. I was walking back to the shelter when I heard the screech of
tyres behind me. Despite it being dark I just about had time to make out
the shape of a medium size van with a side door before a hood was roughly
pushed over my head and a needle punctured my arm. The last thing I saw
before it all went black was Rachel's shocked face.
I don't know how long I'd been out but when I came to, instead of a
throbbing headache I felt better than I had done for months. I was in
what looked like a hospital bed in a small room with an IV line hooked up
to my left arm. I must have been monitored as an extremely attractive
woman dressed in what I can only describe as a porno version of a
businesswoman came in and walked over to my bed. "Good, you're awake, we
were very worried about you, you were very dehydrated, that IV is filling
you up with all kinds of electrolytes and fluids as well as a few
vitamins." I looked back at her with total incomprehension.
"Who are you and why am I here, am I in hospital?"
"No dear, you're not in hospital. Let me frank. We have taken you. Why?
Because you fit a type we need. That type is lonely, young, slender and
ideally, vulnerable boys. Over the next few months you will be trained
and moulded in to exactly what we need, you will then work for us." She
smiled but it wasn't the type of smile you could take any comfort from,
it was more like the smile a cat gives to a mouse just before it jumps in
for the kill.
I really didn't want to hear what was next but I had to ask, "And what,
exactly do you need and what work will I be doing?"
It was the matter of fact way she said it, looking back on those first
few moments that really got me and what convinced me that there wouldn't
be a way out of this for me. "You're going to be a girl, or more
precisely you're going to be a trans girl. We're going to make you
pretty, give you some hormones, maybe a little bit of surgery." She
winked conspiratorially and indicated my chest. "And a full head of
beautiful blonde hair. When that's all done, and it really does depend on
you sweetie how long all this takes, but believe me, we are on a schedule
here, then you can start earning."
"And what will I be doing to earn money?" I amazed myself with how calm I
sounded and believe me I certainly wasn't feeling it but I somehow knew
that if I got hysterical it would most likely end up very bad for me. I
knew the answer to my question before she told me.
"How do you think?" There was a bit steel in her voice now. "Sex,
darling. Lots and lots and lots of sex. With men. Now and again with
women, but very rarely." The smile returned, "now you get some rest and
I'll come and get you later."
As she left, a girl in the stereotypical sexy maid's uniform came in with
a tray of food and some juice and put it on the table next to the bed.
She leaned in to me and whispered in to my ear, "Eat this, you'll need
your strength, stay strong, they won't hurt you unless you really piss
them off, you're a valuable commodity to them."
"Who was that?" I asked.
"Ashleigh, she oversees our training...."
"Our? You mean, you're...."
"Yes, I'm at what they call phase two, I've had all my physical
transformations, now it's all up here," she tapped the side of her head,
"basically I'm learning how to love cock."
"You're very beautiful" I said and she was, long auburn hair down to just
past her shoulders, a cute button nose, a tiny waist flaring out to wide
hips, a pert peachy bum and what looked like a great pair of tits. Her
makeup was flawless and she glided effortlessly on the heels she was
wearing.
"Thank you. I'm Samantha, you'll get a girl's name soon enough. You're
doing the right thing by staying calm. The last one they bought in kept
kicking off, eventually they took him away one night, never saw him
again. Make sure that doesn't happen to you, ok?" she smiled one last
time then walked out.
I ate my dinner which was a very tasty salad followed by a yoghurt and
drank the juice. I immediately felt drowsy and collapsed back in to the
bed and fell asleep.
When I awoke a second time Ashleigh was sitting by the bed reading a
book. She put it down and stood up. "Good, you're awake and yes, we did
put a mild sedative in your juice, you really did need to rest and quite
honestly, we were expecting a bit more of a reaction than we got and we'd
prepared for the worst" She grimaced. "Sorry, our bad."
The IV lines had disappeared while I was asleep and I was told to get out
of bed and follow her. When I did so I noticed for the first time what I
was wearing. It was a pair of girl's pyjama shorts in a light pink with
lace around the edges and a vest in the same colour, again with lace
edges and thin spaghetti straps. I slipped my feet in to the slippers by
the bed and proceeded to follow Ashleigh out of the room and down a small
corridor into what looked like a teenage girl's bedroom. This was
obviously going to be my quarters for the foreseeable future. I'd also
noticed as I was walking along that my legs were totally hairless and
incredibly smooth. I'd also had a manicure and I assumed I'd had a
pedicure as well.
"I must say, you're handling this remarkably well, have we accidentally
gone and picked ourselves a closet sissy?" Ashleigh turned and spoke to
me.
"Listen to me, believe me when I say that nothing you people do to me can
begin to compare to the shit life I've had up to this point. I'll do what
you want to a point but only because, at the moment it's better than the
alternative, but if you think I'm going to let some fag stick his dick in
my mouth or my arse you've got another thing coming."
"We'll see darling, we'll see. Have a shower, give yourself a good clean,
concentrate on your hair, use the shampoo and conditioner thoroughly.
When you're done we'll get started straight away."
While I was in the shower someone must have taken away the pink vest and
shorts. In their place was a short black silk nightie, I think the proper
term was a negligee and a black silk thong. If I'd met a girl wearing
this stuff I would've loved it, as it was, my first experience of sexy
lingerie was to be wearing it! Ashleigh was sitting by the vanity table
which was covered in all sorts of makeup as well as a blonde wig on a
stand. She told me to put the clothes on and motioned me over. I stepped
in to the thong and slid it up my legs and then slipped the negligee over
my head and shoulders. The feeling of the soft silk as it caressed my
body felt electric and I couldn't help but let out a tiny sigh which
wasn't missed by Ashleigh.
"Now, Jennifer, don't you look sexy, come over here next to me and we'll
start on your first makeover."
"Jennifer?"
"Yes, that's your new name, get used to it, I think it suits you down to
the ground. Now pay attention, you'll be doing it next."
She proceeded to make my face up, explaining every step and going through
each product in turn. She didn't use too much; in her own words she
didn't want a drag queen but a pretty seventeen-year-old girl. As she
finished applying a light pink lip gloss I went to look in the mirror but
she stopped me. "Let me do the hair first Missy." She playfully slapped
the back of my hand, we could've been a mother and daughter having a
makeover session had it not been for the bizarre circumstances we were
in. she slipped a wig liner on to my head and pinned it in to place. She
then fixed the blonde wig in to place and went on to brush it out,
fiddling with the fringe and the sides for several moments before
stepping back.
"Oh my, you may be the best yet." She turned my head to the mirror and in
front of me was a very hot seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl wearing
ridiculously slutty underwear which seemed at odds with the subtle but
perfect make up all topped off with straight shoulder length blonde hair
that had a subtle side parting.
Her hand which was resting in the small of my back slid down to just
above the curve of my bum and gently caressed me. She ever so gently
turned me so that I was facing her and with her other hand reached up and
stroked my neck and pulled me in for a sensuous kiss. Our lips were
barely touching, her tongue snaking out and making fleeting contact with
mine. "You're so beautiful" she purred. One of her hands went to my chest
and caressed one of my nipples, she lowered her head kissing the front of
my neck, moving down to my chest and slipping one of the negligee's
straps off my shoulders, exposing my right nipple. She playfully nibbled
it before sucking on it, while she was doing this her other hand had
moved down to the back of the thong I was wearing and moved it to one
side and she slid her hand between my bum cheeks getting closer and
closer to my hole.
Not once did she go anywhere near my dick but I was rock hard down there
and I started to grind my hard on against her thighs. "Ooohh, does my
little baby like this?" Then she stopped, just like that. "You'll need to
learn to control your passions my dear." All of a sudden she was all
business again. She sat me down at the vanity and showed me how to remove
my make-up. "Now, you do it, and we'll do it again and again and again
till I'm happy. Ok, sweetie?"
An hour and a half and three attempts later she was finally satisfied.
"Good, now take your make-up off and get into bed, you've got a long day
ahead of you tomorrow."
As I lay in bed conflicting emotions and thoughts raced through my mind.
I'd decided to cooperate to a certain extent, but only to stop them
hurting me or was that the real reason, was I secretly enjoying this? I
decided that the next day I wouldn't be so compliant; I'd test them to
see far I could push them.
I awoke the next morning full of steely resolve but also with some
trepidation, I really didn't have any idea how this would end up for me,
not good, I'd have thought. During the night they'd been in and left a
note detailing the clothes I was to wear that day as well as instructions
to apply my make-up as best I could and they would come for me at eight
thirty. I picked out the clothes and laid them out on the bed. A cream
coloured thong and matching A cup bra, a denim mini skirt and plain white
T shirt with a pair of wedge heels.
I showered and went and sat at my vanity. Is there where I started? I
went back to my wardrobe and looked in vain for a pair of jeans or even
leggings. Nothing, only skirts or dresses. The only alternative was the
pyjamas I'd worn the night before. I put them back on and sat on my bed.
They were obviously monitoring me, not even five minutes later the door
opened and Ashleigh came in, this time flanked by one of the biggest men
I'd ever seen, I was already starting to regret my course of action.
That predatory smile again. "Oh dear, having a little hissy fit, are we?
I have neither the time or the inclination for your bullshit Jennifer.
I'll give you one opportunity to get inline or Ryan here will help me
convince you of the best course of action and you really don't want that,
believe me."
"Fuck off." My simple two-word answer elicited the exact response I was
expecting and fearing. For a such a big guy, Ryan crossed the space
between the door and my bed alarmingly quick. He literally picked me up
off the bed and held me immobile while Ashleigh came and stood face to
face me.
"NO ONE EVER SPEAKS TO ME LIKE THAT YOU PATHETIC LITTLE WHORE." Her right
arm pulled back then swung round and culminated in her right hand making
contact and slapping me across the left cheek. Even though she must have
held back some of the force it still rocked me and made my teeth rattle.
Tears welled up in my eyes.
"Get your shit together, you have twenty minutes" and then they were both
gone. I crumpled in to a heap on the bed feeling sorry for myself.
Eventually I got up and went over to the vanity. I started applying the
make-up but with no real enthusiasm or skill and when I was done my face
looked like that of an eight-year-old girl who'd been let loose on her
mum's make up. I got dressed in the clothes they wanted.
Soon Ashleigh came back in, took one look at me face and twisted her face
in to a sneer. "Pathetic. Come on, follow me."
I followed her out of my room, struggling to keep up in the unfamiliar
wedge heels, we soon came to another room that was full of the kind of
furniture you'd find in a dominatrix's dungeon.
"You only have yourself to blame for this, if you had at least made half
an effort, we'd have been turning left but instead we've turned right in
to here." She raised both arms and gestured grandly. "Welcome to my
jungle, bitch."
Ryan appeared as if from nowhere and manhandled me over to a what looked
like a pommel horse. I was secured in to place so I was bent over the
side of it, my arms one side, my legs the other. A ball gag was roughly
secured in to place in my mouth, a blindfold was placed over my eyes and
a spreader bar was fitted between my ankles.
I was left there for a few minutes and eventually I felt long, sharp
fingernails scratching their way up the back of my thighs. "Keep doing
what you're doing, I just love disciplining naughty, pathetic little
wimps like you. I can do it all day long. I was getting soooo bored with
that goody two shoes act you were putting on last night, this is going to
be so much more fun."
If she'd shouted and screamed at me that wouldn't have been half as
terrifying as what she'd just said and the manner in which she said it.
The fingers on the backs of my thighs moved to the crease between my bum
cheeks and caressed my hold. I felt a cold, thick liquid being rubbed in
and then one and then two fingers probing my hole. "Let's get you open
shall we? Nice and ready for a good hard cock, I wouldn't be doing this
for another two weeks yet but I do love it when I have to improvise."
The fingers were withdrawn and I felt something altogether larger and
harder at the entrance to my hole. Two hands were laid on either side of
my waist and then with surprising gentleness the dildo was pushed in to
me. Holy shit, I felt I was being split in two, I started panicking and
tried to break free but my restraints kept me fixed rigidly in place.
Relentlessly the dildo kept sliding in, eventually Ashleigh stopped. "Oh,
well done, you've taken the whole lot, you little whore, you're loving
this aren't you."
I shook my head, no. "Oh really? Then explain this.." She reached down
and grabbed what was a raging hard on in my panties. She then went on to
give me a good fucking. This went on for about five minutes before the
pain went and was replaced by a pleasurable feeling that I knew was my
prostate being stimulated. Without any manipulation from Ashleigh I let
loose a massive stream of cum into my panties. This was obviously what
Ashleigh was looking out for. She stopped and withdrew the dildo, put the
rear of my thong back in to place and instructed Ryan to release me.
I stood as well as I could on shaky legs and with a very sore backside
with my cum pooling in the front of my panties. Ashleigh indicated a
puddle of cum at my feet. "Get on your knees and lick that up." Her
expression broached no argument and I gently went to my knees and licked
up the cum, trying very hard to gag.
I was escorted back to my room and told to clean and put on new
underwear, clean up my make-up and reapply it properly. I did so,
luxuriating in the shower. I did as they asked and when Ashleigh returned
an hour later she nodded her approval at my make-up. "Not perfect, but
it'll do." She smiled sweetly at me, she was good, constantly keeping me
guessing which version of Ashleigh I was going to get next.
"Thank you," I said meekly.
"You are silly, you know. There was no need for that little display this
morning was there? I know this is hard for you, believe me, no-one knows
more that more than me." She stopped then for a second and I wondered on
her back story. "Trust me and I'll get you through this, I promise." She
gently stroked my cheek and left me.
This went on for over a week, I was compliant but never willing. I did
the bare minimum, showing no enthusiasm and generally being a moody sulky
teenager. I mean they wanted me to be a seventeen-year-old girl didn't
they?
I was sat in my room when the call came. Ashleigh walked in, picked some
clothes from my wardrobe, told me to put them on and follow her. "The
boss wants to see you; you'll be progressing to phase two soon but we
think you just need a little attitude adjustment" she didn't look at me
as she led in to a conference room with a handsome middle aged man with a
vague resemblance to Bradley Cooper.
He looked over at me. "Jennifer, mistress Ashleigh tells me you're not
co-operating."
I can't remember exactly what I said but I let go of all my pent up rage
and frustration. He was incredibly patient and spoke to me in a calm
soothing voice. I knew that ten minutes in this man's company and I'd
have done pretty much anything for him. When he told me to, it seemed
like the most natural thing in the world to get down on to my knees,
caress his cock through his trousers and then get it out. I stared at it,
transfixed and before I could bottle out I licked it and after gentle
pressure at the back of my head I swallowed it whole. It didn't take long
and soon he pulled his cock out and came all over my face, putting it
back in my mouth so I had to swallow the last few drops.
I stood in a daze, cum running down my face, not really listening to what
he was saying. Soon a beautiful girl who introduced herself as Madison
came in and spoke briefly with the man, who I later came to know as Sean.
She then came over to me and told me a few kind words that I didn't
really take in, I was captivated by her beauty, she then kissed me full
on the mouth. I responded passionately and I felt her hands caressing me
all over. She guided me over to a chair and sat me down then knelt in
front of me and took my own cock in to her mouth and started sucking. Oh.
My God. If the blowjob I'd given Sean was good then this was ten times
better. I opened my eyes and saw Sean behind her just getting himself in
to position then I saw her eyes open wide as he thrust his cock into her
bum and started fucking her vigorously.
It didn't long for us both to cum and Madison calmly swallowed the cum
I'd deposited in her mouth, got up and waited to one side. Sean walked
over to me. "Good girl, now go with Madison. I don't want any trouble,
Mistress Ashleigh has been extremely gentle with you so far and so have
I. You've had the carrot this afternoon, you don't want the stick,
believe me."
I nodded and walked out following Ashleigh and Madison back to my room.
I had another shower, had some dinner and settled down for the evening,
practising my make-up.
The next day I was sat with Madison reading some fashion magazines when
there was an almighty commotion from the front of the house. Two boys,
both with hoods over their heads were being led down the corridor in to
the medical bay I'd woken up in several weeks earlier. One was black the
other white with red hair.
A hard looking man followed them with Ryan coming along behind him. "Get
in your rooms, NOW," he screamed at us. We both did so immediately. I was
no longer the new girl.
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