I followed the two huge FBI looking men into an elevator. They flanked me, standing uncomfortably close. They were fully clothed in expensive looking suits and I wore just a little, tiny pink dress that barely covered me. It made me feel completely naked in their presence. The men said nothing at all, but when the elevator opened one of the two men grabbed my arm and pulled me along gently. My high heels clanked on the hard ground and I was actually grateful for his guidance, for I felt like I would fall at any moment. My big breasts bounced and my ass swayed with every step.
We entered a parking garage walked up to a long, black limo. One of the man ushered me in and I sat carefully onto a leather chair, making sure to cross my legs. The men entered after me and one of them pulled a lever on the floor and opened a compartment with a padded interior. "We need you to lay down in here and make no sound at all. We need to smuggle you through airport security." One of the men said matter-of-factly. "When we get to the plane we will let you out. Do you understand?"
I nodded my head and he helped me slip into the compartment and lie down on my back. They quickly closed the door and heard it latch shut. The car went through stop and go traffic for about 20 minutes before stopping for good. The men helped me out of the compartment and I was instructed to get on the plane. The ladder for the mid-sized jet was difficult to navigate with the heels on but I somehow managed not to fall. I imagine the men got quite a view as I walked up in my short dress.
The plane was extremely lavish, with chairs and marble everywhere. The men and I were the only people on the flight other than the pilots. "Sit down." Said the bigger of the two men motioning at large comfortable looking leather chair.
"When we get to Vegas, can we go right to a clothing store?" I squeaked in my high voice. I felt like I would never get used to sounding like a teenage girl.
The two men looked at each other and the big one spoke again. "When we get there you can tell your driver to go where ever you want."
"Thank you." I replied. "And my money?" I asked. "I assume you will give me the details to access it before we get there?"
The big one spoke right away. "Your driver will have your identity and everything you need. You just relax and enjoy the trip. Mr. X is a man of his word and you have done him a great service."
I sat back in my chair and tried to relax. One of the men brought me a sandwich and a water. I realized that I was famished and tore into the sandwich immediately. I was only able to finish half of it before I was completely full. The windows covers were shut and after we were safely in the air I reached to open the one by my seat.
"Please keep that closed." Said the smaller of the two men immediately. They were taking a lot of precaution to make sure I didn't know where the transformation had taken place I thought. After about an hour I drifted off to sleep. The smooth comfortable leather of the seat and the constant drone of the aircraft knocked me out and I didn't wake up until several hours later when I had to pee.
The two men were wide awake and directed me to the bathroom. It was far more expansive than a regular plane's bathroom and was adorned with more granite and gold plated knobs at the sink. It even had a shower. Although my eyes looked a little red and tired from sleeping I still looked shockingly beautiful in the mirror. It was disconcerting to actually be the best looking woman I had ever seen. The little pink dress displayed massive amounts of cleavage - a humiliating reminder of my new position in life. Dejectedly, I pulled down the little pink thong and peed sitting down. How was I going to live in the world with this new body? The second I got in the car at the airport I planned on hitting a clothing store. I would buy the most loose fitting sweats I could find and a hat and sunglasses. Then, I would disappear into a hotel room where I would shop online for a secluded home. No more humiliating displays of this body. I couldn't wait to throw the pink dress in the trash.
I wiped myself, pulled up the little thong and adjusted the back of the tiny dress. My bubble butt really filled out the back of the dress. The little dress clung like a second skin and my ass literally exploded from my lower back in an embarrassingly dramatic fashion. I pulled it down as far as I could. I didn't want to give the FBI looking guys to get more of a show than they already were getting.
I found my way back to my seat. (I was starting to get a little bit used to walking in heels) There was a little salad and another water waiting for me. The little salad tasted great and completely filled me up. No sooner had I finished it, though, I felt extremely groggy. The bigger of the two men tilted my seat back and smiled. "A little something for you to sleep the rest of the way. When you wake up we will be almost there."
I woke with a start and realized the plane had begun it's decent. The smaller man told me to use the restroom because we would be landing soon. My stomach lurched with butterflies. I was so nervous that I felt a little sick. I peed and brushed my teeth and was back to my seat as the pilot told us to buckle up for landing.
As the plane flew lower and lower, my nerves got worse and worse. I was terrified for the walk through customs and then baggage claim. I had been to Vegas before and the airport was always crowded. Even though the airport was always full of beautiful women, I was still going to stand out in humiliating fashion. The wheels touched and my heart leaped into my throat. We were here. In some ways it was a relief. I was only a few hours from freedom. The humiliation of being on display would be brief and then I would have my life back. It would take a while to figure out it's direction, but it would be mine.
When the plane came to a halt the bigger man directed me to follow the slightly smaller man towards the door. He trailed me. (I'm sure staring at my ass) One of the pilots had popped the door open and the sunlight surged into the cabin of the plane. However, when I turned the corner and started down the stairs the brightness was even more dramatic. The Nevada sun was blinding. I looked around and realized immediately that I wasn't in Vegas. We were at a small regional airport in the middle of nowhere. There was a limo waiting at the side of the plane. The smaller man got in the limo first and the bigger man helped me climb in in front of him. As soon as the door shut and the big man has sat down, the limo shot off away from the plane and through an open gate.
"Where are we? Don't we have to go through customs?" I asked.
"We are 80 miles from Vegas and no we don't have to go through customs. If you have enough money you can do anything you want." The smaller man responded.
We drove about 5 miles and stopped at a little gas station. On the side of the building was another car - a Cadillac. The men quickly ushered me out of the limo. The door to the Cadillac opened and a muscular man with slicked back dark hair and a tight shirt hopped out. He stared right at my tits with a hunger in his eyes. "Climb in here doll." He said as he grabbed my hand and helped me into the Cadillac. There was another muscular man in the backseat of the car and he told me to slide over to the middle. The first man jumped in to my right and I was sandwiched between them. The driver of the Cadillac and gotten out and now was having a conversation with the two FBI looking guys. The handed him a manila envelope and shook his hand.
Something felt terribly wrong. I felt like a prisoner and not a free man...I mean woman. The driver got back in the car and immediately pulled out onto the highway that ran by the gas station. He was older than the other two men and dressed professionally.
"Well look at you." Said the man with the slicked back hair and put his arm around me snuggling up close.
"Dylan!" Said the driver. "Don't touch. We have simple job to do here. Just escort." Dylan took his arm off my shoulder but stayed right next to me.
"Um...I...I...could...you please take me to the nearest clothing store?" My voice sounded squeakier than usual and the nerves showed through.
"Ma'am, we have orders to deliver you to a specific address. The address that is on your drivers license. We will not be making any stops until we reach that address." Said the driver.
"I was told...er...I am supposed to be able to go where I want now." I squeaked.
"Ma'am, we can only go to the address that we were directed." He said dispassionately.
I shut up and tried to calm my nerves. Where were they taking me? They said the address on my licence so they must have gotten me a residence. But why?
The car air conditioner was on full strength and I was freezing cold. I could see my nipples poking out from the tight dress and so did the men. The slicked back hair guy's eyes never left my breasts and the other quiet guy kept stealing glances. I just crossed my arms and closed my eyes.
In an hour, we were on the outskirts of Vegas and the little mini-casinos that dotted the landscape of the city started to appear. Soon after, we headed into a run down section of town with industrial facilities, tattoo parlors, strip clubs and Asian massage parlors. The driver pulled over to the side of the road at an empty lot that had the foundation of an old building that had obviously been torn down.
"This is it." Said the driver. He turned around and handed me the envelope. I was completely confused. There was nothing here. I took the envelope hoping to find answers. Inside was a little pink purse. I opened the purse and inside was a Nevada driver's license, a birth certificate and a social security card and that was it. Jenni Renee Johnson was my name. My smiling picture was on the driver's license the signature even had a little heart above the i.
"Ma'am, you can get out of the car now. This is where we were instructed to deliver you to." Said the driver.
"But, what about my money?" My voice sounded desperate despite my attempt to sound calm.
"Ma'am, I don't know anything about any money." He responded. I noticed the slicked back hair guy had a big grin on his face like he was enjoying my desperation.
"But I was told you would have...er...give me...instructions about my money...the 68 million dollars." There were tears in my eyes now and my voice was whiny and really high.
There was an eruption of laughter from the men. "68 million dollars!" Said the slicked back hair guy. "We definitely don't know anything about that! I'll tell you what, doll, I'll give you 68 dollars to suck my cock right now." The men all giggled.
"Ma'am, you need to get out of the car now." Said the driver with a smile in his voice.
I started to panic. I couldn't be left here in this neighborhood, in this dress, with nothing. "Please, sir, could you call them and ask them about my money. I was supposed to get 68 million dollars."
The men laughed again. "Someone has really swindled you honey." Said the driver. "I don't have anyone's phone number. We were given specific instructions and told to meet at the gas station and deliver you here. Nothing else."
The slicked-back hair guy opened the door and reached out his hand to help me out, but I didn't take it. "Please, I'm begging you, please, I'm not making this up! Please contact someone. I'm not crazy! Don't leave me here." I begged looking at the driver.
"Ma'am, either step out of the car or we will physically remove you."
I hesitated and suddenly the slicked-back hair guy grabbed my arm yanking me out of the car like a rag doll. He slapped my ass for good measure and hopped back in shutting the door. I stood alone on the sidewalk with tears running down my cheeks. An old beat up car raced by and someone loudly shouted "Hey baby, nice tits!" out of the window.
The Cadillac's window rolled down and the driver held out another envelope. "I was told to give this to you right before we left." I grabbed the envelope and the Cadillac raced off into traffic.
With trembling hands I tore open the envelope praying that it was instructions about a bank account. It was a handwritten note on lined paper.
It read.
"Dear Jenni,
Welcome to your new life in the great city of Las Vegas. We have decided not to give you your money. As a matter of fact, we aren't going to give you any money at all. This is going against Mr. X's wishes, but we don't care about that anymore. Mr. X has already started his transformation and per his instructions he soon will be left penniless in a major city. Unfortunately, you share the same fate. We simply couldn't run the risk of giving you the money. You might someday try to seek us out for revenge. Consider yourself lucky. My suggestion was to sell you to sex traffickers in the middle east where you could have lived out your life as a sex slave to Arab sheikhs. Instead, you at least have a fighting chance. Although, not a very good chance...you have no education, no money, no family, no home, no credit history, nothing. Just a name and your beauty. Best of luck to you.
Nurse Nancy."
My heart beat so hard that it seemed like it should be audible from outside my body. I was terrified and panicked as I looked around. The neighborhood was run down and there were whistles and shouts at me on a regular basis as the cars drove past. I felt so naked and exposed in the little pink dress. I couldn't stand still though, I had to walk away from the vacant lot and towards some businesses that stood up ahead. It was evening and the sun was low in the sky. I had maybe an hour of light left and then I would be all alone in a bad neighborhood in the dark.
I began to walk, my hips swaying and my tits bouncing...the high heels putting my round bubble butt on display. A sexed-up Barbie doll alone in the city of sin.
Intense panic and terror is the best way I could describe my feelings as I stumbled my way down that street. I needed to find someplace to hide and think, someplace private and safe, yet the street did not afford me that luxury. There were no trees or any foliage of any kind and the buildings that lined the street were dilapidated and looked unsafe. At least on the busy street, I wouldn't be raped or assaulted. As humiliating as it was to sway along in complete view in the ultra small pink dress and heels, it was strangely safe. I most likely wouldn't be raped in broad daylight on a busy street. After dark, though, all bets were off.
After a couple of minutes a car slowed beside me. "Hey Baby! How much?" The car was full of college age boys. They grinned and leered at me as they shouted their lewd remarks. After a few seconds they screeched away, their boisterous laughs fading into the distance. I felt utterly alone and vulnerable. I was so small and weak compared to my old self who would have sauntered carelessly down this street without a fear in the world. The boys laughing and taunting had brought back the warmness in my panties. Mr. X had left me in his own depraved fantasy world and I was now forced to endure it whether I liked it or not.
When I reached the intersection, my calves and ankles were already painfully sore from the high heels. I stopped and surveyed the situation. On one corner was a liquor store and tattoo parlor, on the second corner was an Asian massage business, on the third corner was a gas station and on the 4th corner where I now stood was an "all-nude" strip club about 100 ft off the street. My head spun as I tried to consider my next move. I had to get some money, find a hotel and buy myself some time to think, but I had nothing, not even one penny. The sun was quickly reaching the horizon. It would be dark in 45 minutes or less.
A couple of fairly respectable looking men passed me on the sidewalk and before I even knew what I was doing I spoke. "Excuse me." I squeaked. "My boyfriend and I got in a fight and he kicked me out of the car. I'm lost and I don't have any money to get back to the strip. Could you spare a little money for cab fare?" I don't know where the story came from. It must have been the basic human need to survive.
The men stopped and looked me up and down. They were in their 40s and looked like blue collar workers. "I'll tell you what sweetheart." Said one of the men. "You come inside with us" His head nodded toward the all-nude strip club. "and give me a nice, slow enthusiastic dance and I'll give you 20 bucks for cab fare." They both began to laugh and turned to walk towards the club. "Last chance..." he said as he turned around about 20 feet into the parking lot. When I didn't react they both giggled and continued to the door and into the club.
I stood there on the corner feeling even more desperate. I looked like a high class whore or stripper. No one was going to believe any story I told them. I scanned the area desperate for some kind of answer. Off behind the strip club were some blue-collar looking businesses but just beyond that was a row of residential homes. As my mind worked, an idea finally popped out and I clumsily made my way toward the homes. It was slow going in the heels and when I finally arrived on the street, the sun was setting and the light was fading. However, I found exactly what I thought I would find. There were several for sale reality signs. Las Vegas was going through a severe recession and housing and taken a giant hit here even more than in the rest of the country. The street was almost vacant...just a few kids playing near the end of it.
I felt like I should probably wait until dark but there was no where to hide, so I quickly slipped into the backyard of the first "for sale" house. The back yard was mostly rock and dirt. I made my way across it, almost spraining my ankles twice. I sat down with my back against the house, covered on one side by an overturned patio table, but still open to the world on the other. Luckily the adjacent house was set closer to the road, so it didn't have a direct view to this backyard.
I put my head against the home, closed my eyes and tried to relax. What I needed was cash. I needed money to buy respectable clothes and get a hotel room. However, I couldn't think of any way of doing it without selling my only asset - my body. I looked down at my luscious female form. The little micro-dress didn't leave much to the imagination. My new smooth, tanned legs were perfectly formed. The dress didn't start until my thighs nearly ended. My chest seemed to be nothing but cleavage. Yes, I desperately needed cash or I would wind up as a stripper or worse. The problem was any respectful employer wouldn't hire a girl in a pink micro dress with no education or job history. Even if I could find a job, I wouldn't get paid for two weeks or more. Tears came into my eyes as I thought about my future. Through the buildings behind the house I could see the parking lot of the all-nude strip club. It was mostly full now and I could see figures steadily stream into the club.
The sun had set and it was dark now. The the chill of the desert evening made me shiver. It was too dangerous and cold to spend the night outside. I got up and started to check the doors and windows under the cover of darkness. They were locked tight. I didn't want to do it, but I had no choice I needed to break in the house and spend the night. If I got a good nights sleep maybe I could think this through in the morning. I found a large rock in the backyard and struggled over to the back door which was had windows on the upper half of it. I hesitated and listened for any sign of movement around the back yard, then when I was fairly certain no one was close I brought the rock down as hard as I could on the window just above the door knob. The smash of the glass sounded deafeningly loud and I froze and listened for the neighbors to come running, hoping I could get away in the heels, but nothing happened...only the barking of a dog down the street. I carefully put my hand through the broken glass and unlocked the knob. I shut the door behind me and crunched through the broken glass into the kitchen.
The house appeared to be completely empty - no sign of furniture at all. Just beyond the kitchen was a carpeted living room and I laid down on the carpet exhausted from the extreme stress of the day. I was alone, terrified and confused. Every plan I thought of to get out of my situation seemed impossible. I vowed that I would never stoop to stripping or prostitution. There had to be another way out. Besides they had somehow made me ultra sensitive to humiliation and the combined effect of being humiliated and aroused would be intense in a strip club. I knew I couldn't take it. Despite my desperation, I felt my eyelids getting very heavy and suddenly I fell into a deep sleep.
My dreams were vivid. I dreamed I was back in my old body and relaxing on the French Riviera. The view was gorgeous and I was sipping on a Scotch and watching the scantily clad girls walk by in my chair. I talked to one of the girls and soon we were making our way back to my hotel. I couldn't wait to fuck her and I had a giant erection before we even got to the room. But something happened inside the hotel room and as if from magic we had switched spots and I was suddenly the French girl about to get fucked. It was confusing, even in my dream, but I looked at the man who was my old self and wanted his penis inside me, but before it happened bright lights blinded me and I heard yelling. There were tons of men suddenly in the room.
"Ma'am! Stand up with your hands in the air!" one of the voices screamed. It was then that I realized that my dream and the real world had intertwined and that I was back in the for sale house in Nevada and the living room where I lay was full of police officers with their guns drawn, screaming at me. There seemed to be high powered flashlights aimed at me from everywhere. One of the officers yanked me into the air and placed my hands flat against the wall. I leaned there in horror as the realization of what was happening entered my sleepy brain. I had been caught trespassing in the house. The officer crudely searched me spending what seemed like an unprofessional amount of time groping my tits and ass to make sure nothing was hidden there. The little dress had ridden up during the search and now my thong-clad ass was completely on display to the room full of officers. I heard laughter as my hands were cuffed tightly behind my back.
"Were you turning tricks in here, sweetheart?" Asked the officer.
"No." was all that came out of my mouth. I was shocked and more desperate than ever before but couldn't think of what to say. The dress was bunched up just below my fingers and I tried in vain to push the dress down. However, it was so tight fitting that once it had rolled up above my bubble ass there was no way it was going down until I had both of my hands free to drag it there. I couldn't see below my huge breasts but the front of my panties were completely in view too and they must have a nice view of my little camel toe in the tightly fitting front.
There was 5-6 officers in the room and they seemed in no hurry to pull my dress down or take me away. "Now that's a fine piece of ass!" said a large, muscle bound black officer. "How did a fine piece of ass like you wind up turning tricks in this neighborhood? I would think you would be at the Spearmint and Rhino making a $1000 bucks a night struttin' that ass."
"I'm not a prostitute, officer." I squeaked in my high falsetto. "I had nowhere to go and no money. I just needed a place to sleep." The tears starting coming down my cheeks in bunches.
"They all start crying when they get caught don't they?" Another officer said laughing. "Come on little whore we are taking you in."
Still not bothering to pull my dress down he started to pull me towards the door. "You have the right to remain silent..." He began as I stumbled along still not used to the heels, I realized that my pussy was completely wet. It actually felt like my panties were drenched and that I was leaking. The arousal was intense. Especially, when I realized that the other officers were staring at my almost completely naked ass as it swayed and bounced in my struggle to stay with the quickly moving officer.
He finished my Miranda rights as he pulled me outside of the house and I saw with dismay that dozens of neighbors were in the streets and adjacent yards watching. I was sobbing now as I started to beg the officer. "Please, sir, could you pull my dress down?"
"Is that what you call it? A dress? That thing hardly would qualify as even lingerie." He snapped. He had a evil look on his face as he opened the door to the police car and started to push me in. "Let me help you." He said as he placed his hand my ass to steady me. His body was blocking the crowd so I doubt anyone saw it. He gave it a squeeze as I fell into the seat. "Make yourself comfortable back there." He taunted as he shut the door. My dress was still hiked up to my waist.
His partner jumped in the passenger side of the front. It was the big black guy. "Well, little girl, you're in big trouble. We aren't going to get you on the prostitution rap this time, but breaking and entering, destruction of property, trespassing. You might be in the system for awhile." He seemed overjoyed about my charges. "They are going to love you inside." he laughed, "Have you ever been inside?"
"I was just trying to get out of the cold." I wept.
He laughed derisively. "Yeah right. Your John probably just left. Save it for the Judge honey."
"Let me give you some advice." He continued. "You are going to be spending a lot of time on your knees, but you are used to that." The white cop who was pulling the car away broke into laughter. "Find a big, black mamma to be your girlfriend. It will help you for protection. Oh, and be real nice to the guards. Maybe blow them from time-to-time. It will keep you safe." They both were giggling and punching each other in the arm like frat boys.
I tried to wiggle my way into a more comfortable position. The cuffs were tight and biting into my wrists. I thought maybe that I could drag the dress back over my ass but it wasn't working. Their description of what my fate was going to be was making me even more desperate. I was breathing heavy and crying. Almost hyperventilating. Yet, despite the terror I was aroused like never before.
"Sit still back there, sweetie. We're almost there."
Within minutes we pulled up to a police station and the men hopped out and opened my door. The black guy grabbed my arm and helped me out. Neither one of them bothered to pull my dress down and was forced to walk into the station with my ass in full view. I heard laughter and everyone around seemed to stop and watch. The white guy opened the station door and I wobbled in with the black officer holding my arm.
"Well what have we here?" Said the officer standing at the intake desk. I just stood there weeping with my head staring at the floor. My future was now even more bleak than when I was dropped off on the sidewalk.
After a couple of minutes a car slowed beside me. "Hey Baby! How much?" The car was full of college age boys. They grinned and leered at me as they shouted their lewd remarks. After a few seconds they screeched away, their boisterous laughs fading into the distance. I felt utterly alone and vulnerable. I was so small and weak compared to my old self who would have sauntered carelessly down this street without a fear in the world. The boys laughing and taunting had brought back the warmness in my panties. Mr. X had left me in his own depraved fantasy world and I was now forced to endure it whether I liked it or not.
When I reached the intersection, my calves and ankles were already painfully sore from the high heels. I stopped and surveyed the situation. On one corner was a liquor store and tattoo parlor, on the second corner was an Asian massage business, on the third corner was a gas station and on the 4th corner where I now stood was an "all-nude" strip club about 100 ft off the street. My head spun as I tried to consider my next move. I had to get some money, find a hotel and buy myself some time to think, but I had nothing, not even one penny. The sun was quickly reaching the horizon. It would be dark in 45 minutes or less.
A couple of fairly respectable looking men passed me on the sidewalk and before I even knew what I was doing I spoke. "Excuse me." I squeaked. "My boyfriend and I got in a fight and he kicked me out of the car. I'm lost and I don't have any money to get back to the strip. Could you spare a little money for cab fare?" I don't know where the story came from. It must have been the basic human need to survive.
The men stopped and looked me up and down. They were in their 40s and looked like blue collar workers. "I'll tell you what sweetheart." Said one of the men. "You come inside with us" His head nodded toward the all-nude strip club. "and give me a nice, slow enthusiastic dance and I'll give you 20 bucks for cab fare." They both began to laugh and turned to walk towards the club. "Last chance..." he said as he turned around about 20 feet into the parking lot. When I didn't react they both giggled and continued to the door and into the club.
I stood there on the corner feeling even more desperate. I looked like a high class whore or stripper. No one was going to believe any story I told them. I scanned the area desperate for some kind of answer. Off behind the strip club were some blue-collar looking businesses but just beyond that was a row of residential homes. As my mind worked, an idea finally popped out and I clumsily made my way toward the homes. It was slow going in the heels and when I finally arrived on the street, the sun was setting and the light was fading. However, I found exactly what I thought I would find. There were several for sale reality signs. Las Vegas was going through a severe recession and housing and taken a giant hit here even more than in the rest of the country. The street was almost vacant...just a few kids playing near the end of it.
I felt like I should probably wait until dark but there was no where to hide, so I quickly slipped into the backyard of the first "for sale" house. The back yard was mostly rock and dirt. I made my way across it, almost spraining my ankles twice. I sat down with my back against the house, covered on one side by an overturned patio table, but still open to the world on the other. Luckily the adjacent house was set closer to the road, so it didn't have a direct view to this backyard.
I put my head against the home, closed my eyes and tried to relax. What I needed was cash. I needed money to buy respectable clothes and get a hotel room. However, I couldn't think of any way of doing it without selling my only asset - my body. I looked down at my luscious female form. The little micro-dress didn't leave much to the imagination. My new smooth, tanned legs were perfectly formed. The dress didn't start until my thighs nearly ended. My chest seemed to be nothing but cleavage. Yes, I desperately needed cash or I would wind up as a stripper or worse. The problem was any respectful employer wouldn't hire a girl in a pink micro dress with no education or job history. Even if I could find a job, I wouldn't get paid for two weeks or more. Tears came into my eyes as I thought about my future. Through the buildings behind the house I could see the parking lot of the all-nude strip club. It was mostly full now and I could see figures steadily stream into the club.
The sun had set and it was dark now. The the chill of the desert evening made me shiver. It was too dangerous and cold to spend the night outside. I got up and started to check the doors and windows under the cover of darkness. They were locked tight. I didn't want to do it, but I had no choice I needed to break in the house and spend the night. If I got a good nights sleep maybe I could think this through in the morning. I found a large rock in the backyard and struggled over to the back door which was had windows on the upper half of it. I hesitated and listened for any sign of movement around the back yard, then when I was fairly certain no one was close I brought the rock down as hard as I could on the window just above the door knob. The smash of the glass sounded deafeningly loud and I froze and listened for the neighbors to come running, hoping I could get away in the heels, but nothing happened...only the barking of a dog down the street. I carefully put my hand through the broken glass and unlocked the knob. I shut the door behind me and crunched through the broken glass into the kitchen.
The house appeared to be completely empty - no sign of furniture at all. Just beyond the kitchen was a carpeted living room and I laid down on the carpet exhausted from the extreme stress of the day. I was alone, terrified and confused. Every plan I thought of to get out of my situation seemed impossible. I vowed that I would never stoop to stripping or prostitution. There had to be another way out. Besides they had somehow made me ultra sensitive to humiliation and the combined effect of being humiliated and aroused would be intense in a strip club. I knew I couldn't take it. Despite my desperation, I felt my eyelids getting very heavy and suddenly I fell into a deep sleep.
My dreams were vivid. I dreamed I was back in my old body and relaxing on the French Riviera. The view was gorgeous and I was sipping on a Scotch and watching the scantily clad girls walk by in my chair. I talked to one of the girls and soon we were making our way back to my hotel. I couldn't wait to fuck her and I had a giant erection before we even got to the room. But something happened inside the hotel room and as if from magic we had switched spots and I was suddenly the French girl about to get fucked. It was confusing, even in my dream, but I looked at the man who was my old self and wanted his penis inside me, but before it happened bright lights blinded me and I heard yelling. There were tons of men suddenly in the room.
"Ma'am! Stand up with your hands in the air!" one of the voices screamed. It was then that I realized that my dream and the real world had intertwined and that I was back in the for sale house in Nevada and the living room where I lay was full of police officers with their guns drawn, screaming at me. There seemed to be high powered flashlights aimed at me from everywhere. One of the officers yanked me into the air and placed my hands flat against the wall. I leaned there in horror as the realization of what was happening entered my sleepy brain. I had been caught trespassing in the house. The officer crudely searched me spending what seemed like an unprofessional amount of time groping my tits and ass to make sure nothing was hidden there. The little dress had ridden up during the search and now my thong-clad ass was completely on display to the room full of officers. I heard laughter as my hands were cuffed tightly behind my back.
"Were you turning tricks in here, sweetheart?" Asked the officer.
"No." was all that came out of my mouth. I was shocked and more desperate than ever before but couldn't think of what to say. The dress was bunched up just below my fingers and I tried in vain to push the dress down. However, it was so tight fitting that once it had rolled up above my bubble ass there was no way it was going down until I had both of my hands free to drag it there. I couldn't see below my huge breasts but the front of my panties were completely in view too and they must have a nice view of my little camel toe in the tightly fitting front.
There was 5-6 officers in the room and they seemed in no hurry to pull my dress down or take me away. "Now that's a fine piece of ass!" said a large, muscle bound black officer. "How did a fine piece of ass like you wind up turning tricks in this neighborhood? I would think you would be at the Spearmint and Rhino making a $1000 bucks a night struttin' that ass."
"I'm not a prostitute, officer." I squeaked in my high falsetto. "I had nowhere to go and no money. I just needed a place to sleep." The tears starting coming down my cheeks in bunches.
"They all start crying when they get caught don't they?" Another officer said laughing. "Come on little whore we are taking you in."
Still not bothering to pull my dress down he started to pull me towards the door. "You have the right to remain silent..." He began as I stumbled along still not used to the heels, I realized that my pussy was completely wet. It actually felt like my panties were drenched and that I was leaking. The arousal was intense. Especially, when I realized that the other officers were staring at my almost completely naked ass as it swayed and bounced in my struggle to stay with the quickly moving officer.
He finished my Miranda rights as he pulled me outside of the house and I saw with dismay that dozens of neighbors were in the streets and adjacent yards watching. I was sobbing now as I started to beg the officer. "Please, sir, could you pull my dress down?"
"Is that what you call it? A dress? That thing hardly would qualify as even lingerie." He snapped. He had a evil look on his face as he opened the door to the police car and started to push me in. "Let me help you." He said as he placed his hand my ass to steady me. His body was blocking the crowd so I doubt anyone saw it. He gave it a squeeze as I fell into the seat. "Make yourself comfortable back there." He taunted as he shut the door. My dress was still hiked up to my waist.
His partner jumped in the passenger side of the front. It was the big black guy. "Well, little girl, you're in big trouble. We aren't going to get you on the prostitution rap this time, but breaking and entering, destruction of property, trespassing. You might be in the system for awhile." He seemed overjoyed about my charges. "They are going to love you inside." he laughed, "Have you ever been inside?"
"I was just trying to get out of the cold." I wept.
He laughed derisively. "Yeah right. Your John probably just left. Save it for the Judge honey."
"Let me give you some advice." He continued. "You are going to be spending a lot of time on your knees, but you are used to that." The white cop who was pulling the car away broke into laughter. "Find a big, black mamma to be your girlfriend. It will help you for protection. Oh, and be real nice to the guards. Maybe blow them from time-to-time. It will keep you safe." They both were giggling and punching each other in the arm like frat boys.
I tried to wiggle my way into a more comfortable position. The cuffs were tight and biting into my wrists. I thought maybe that I could drag the dress back over my ass but it wasn't working. Their description of what my fate was going to be was making me even more desperate. I was breathing heavy and crying. Almost hyperventilating. Yet, despite the terror I was aroused like never before.
"Sit still back there, sweetie. We're almost there."
Within minutes we pulled up to a police station and the men hopped out and opened my door. The black guy grabbed my arm and helped me out. Neither one of them bothered to pull my dress down and was forced to walk into the station with my ass in full view. I heard laughter and everyone around seemed to stop and watch. The white guy opened the station door and I wobbled in with the black officer holding my arm.
"Well what have we here?" Said the officer standing at the intake desk. I just stood there weeping with my head staring at the floor. My future was now even more bleak than when I was dropped off on the sidewalk.
The intake officer had a wicked grin on his face. He was a young, fit, good looking guy and I found myself immediately attracted to him. It shocked and bewildered me. I hadn't had even the slightest attraction to men before the change and yet now I found myself almost irrationally drawn to him. Once again, the mental changes that Mr. X had ordered up for himself were plaguing me. I found the thought of being with this man abhorrent on one hand and irresistible on the other. It was so confusing. I just stared down and tried to ignore everything. "Girl, don't you know that you can't hook in the city limits. Anywhere else in Nevada except Las Vegas."
"I'm not a prostitute." I said trying my best not to weep. I sounded weak and broken. He laughed in my face.
The white police officer who had arrested me stepped forward. "Mike, this one might be a pro but she's in for breaking and entering, trespassing, destruction of property and anything else I can think up."
"Well, This one looks like a high class casino whore. I'm surprised she was in this neighborhood. Sweetheart, are you on drugs?" He asked mockingly.
"I just needed a place to spend the night." I pleaded. "I'm sorry about the door. I promise I'll pay for it." I sounded like a teenage girl in the principal's office.
"Oh, you'll pay for it!" Said the young good looking cop. "Save the begging for the prison guards and your new bull dyke girlfriend in prison." The all laughed together.
Just then an older cop walked in the room with a scowl on his face. "Pull her dress down you morons!" He sounded gruff but I saw a twinkle in his eye like he wasn't really mad. They saw me as nothing more than a whore - probably a drug addict. To them I was nothing. Just a piece of meat to ogle at and make fun of. One of the officers grabbed my dress on both sides and yanked it down below my ass.
"Feel better now, Princess? Would you like me bring you some tea and a scone too?" They all burst into laughter even the gruff older cop smiled.
"Keep it professional boys." The older cop said and left the room.
"Sure, Sarg. will do." Said the black cop.
They led me into an area with several desks staffed by officers. I was led to the first desk where another older looking cop sat. He had a big white mustache and a big pot belly to go with it. "What have we here? Sit right here, sweetheart." He said with a laugh.
"Here's the report, Harry." Said the intake officer. "Our little princess here is in a lot of trouble."
"Hmmm." He said as he slipped his reading glasses on and perused the report. "Honey, have you been using drugs?"
"No." I said trying to sound confident.
"Well, that's kind of hard to believe. Have you ever been arrested before?"
"No, officer, never." I said hating my voice. Speaking in this high girly voice was driving me crazy.
"Hmmm...open your mouth." He starred into my mouth for a moment.
"Turn your wrists so I can see the inside of your arms." He seemed perplexed when he found no needle marks.
"Ok, this doesn't make much sense. How did a girl that looks like you wind up in a neighborhood like that?" He opened my purse and took out my ID. "Is this your current address?"
"Yes, officer."
"This building was torn down 3 months ago. Where have you been since?"
"Staying with friends." I said thinking on my feet. "But, last night I had no where to go and I was really scared. That's why I..."
"Stow it Sweetheart. Save it for the judge." He looked at my social security card and birth certificate for a moment and typed data into his computer. "Well you don't appear to have a record, but there is a first time for everything right?" He said rhetorically.
"Is Garcia still on duty?" He asked the Mike the intake officer who still stood behind me with his arms crossed and an a amused grin on his face.
Mike chuckled. "Yes, Garcia is ready and I'm sure very willing."
"Honey, we're not going to be able to bring you before a judge until tomorrow morning which means you are going to have to put you into the system. Based on my interview with you here and the report from these officers, something doesn't add up. We are going to need to do a thorough search before we place you into a cell here. I have at least some reason to believe that you may be carrying weapons or contraband and we need to be safe."
My heart rate began to race and I felt dizzy. "Sir...I...just wanted to get out of the cold." My voice was chocked with tears. Before I could continue, Mike interrupted me by pulling me out of my seat, then walked me down a hall connected to the interview room. This couldn't be happening I thought desperately! He walked quickly and I tried not to topple over in the heels. My tits bounced and threatened to pop out of the dress.
We walked into a small room that looked like a room in a medical facility. A handsome Hispanic man in his 30s stood and took my arrest report and interview form from Mike. "Thank you, Mike." He said professionally but I caught a knowing glance between the two of them. "If you don't mind I'd like you to stay for security."
"Of course, Garcia." Mike said warmly. He then unlocked my handcuffs. I rubbed my sore wrists and lowered my head nervously.
"Miss Johnson. My name is James Garcia and I am a nurse practitioner licensed in the state of Nevada. Due to the circumstances associated with your arrest, the law enforcement professionals in this office have decided that you need to receive a body cavity strip search prior to being admitted to the holding facility in this jail. The law requires that these searches are conducted by a medical professional and I am the medical professional on duty this evening."
His words cut through me like a knife and I began to weep. It was hard to concentrate on anything.
"These searches are conducted to ensure the safety and security of our facilities." He continued. "They are necessary to uncover weapons and contraband that might be smuggled. We sincerely regret any personal discomfort this search may cause you. Please remove your clothing, including your undergarments and place them on this tray."
The door opened and a woman entered the room. She was in her mid-twenties and Hispanic as well. "This is Maria Hernandez. She is a correctional officer here and she will be assisting me during this search."
I stood there, not moving, completely paralyzed with fear, yet my vagina was very warm.
They waited patiently for a few seconds but when I made no move to disrobe he sighed. "Miss Johnson, I need to inform you that if you don't disrobe of your own will, we will remove your clothing forcibly."
With trembling hands I pulled the dress over my head and placed it on the tray, however I couldn't bring myself to remove the thong and bra. I stood with my arms folded at my chest. "This is illegal...I....I...don't have to do this." My voice was soft and shook with emotion. I knew Mike was staring at my ass now covered only by a thong and I seared with embarrassment.
"Oh, Miss Johnson, I assure you this is completely legal." Said Garcia. "The Supreme Court has given us wide latitude with strip searches. They realize that our number one priority is to keep the jails safe. The search needs to be done by a medical professional and I am the one on duty tonight. We need two officers for security and they have to be female unless there are no females available. We only have one female available that is why I asked Mike to stay. So, I'm going to ask you one more time before I ask Mike to do it for you. Take off your undergarments and put them on the tray."
Looking at the floor and avoiding eye contact I popped the clasp on the push up bra and my big round breasts bounced free. Then I slid the panties off. They were completely drenched. I set them on the tray hoping that no one would notice the state they were in. Finally, I kicked the high heels off and placed them by my other clothes. Instinctively I held one arm over my breasts and a hand over my vagina. My humiliation was intense. It felt like my heart was going to beat itself right out of my chest.
"Thank you, Miss Johnson. Please place your arms at your sides." Garcia placed a pair of rubber gloves on his hands then lifted my breasts into the air checking underneath. I felt a build-up deep inside of me and I realized with horror that it was beginning. The deep humiliation was bringing about an intense sexual reaction.
Garcia then walked behind me. "I need you to bend at the waist and touch your toes." I did as I was told, trying to relax, trying to think of anything except what was happening to me...anything that would take my mind away from this moment but it was impossible, the build-up continued. Garcia pushed a finger into my anus and felt around. The coldness of the rubber gloves shocked me for a second. By the time he pulled his finger out, I knew there was no stopping it. I was coming to cum here in the strip search room. The build-up was too big, too intense. I just need to hold off until the search was completed.
Mike pulled the rubber gloves off and threw them in the trash and heard him pulling another pair on. Just hold off, just hold off, I kept telling myself. But it was now like a freight train flying down a mountain side - there was no stopping it. Garcia pushed 2 fingers into my very wet vagina and I lost control. My body began to convulse involuntarily and I let out a girlish gasp. My vagina gripped itself to his fingers and as it spasm'd. I heard Hernandez say "Oh my!" After a few seconds Garcia wrenched his fingers out. I whimpered and gasped still bent at the waist while I heard Garcia say "You can stand up now Miss Johnson."
When I did my vagina was still convulsing and spasming. It took a good 15-20 more seconds to stop. Both Garcia and Mike were wide eyed and smirking. Like they couldn't believe what they had witnessed. I stood there deeply ashamed with eyes on the floor. I was sure this would be a story they would tell for years. Every new rookie would hear about the whore who violently came during a body cavity search.
"Miss Johnson, you may put your clothes back on." I walked to the tray and put the wet panties back on and my bra. The dress was another story and kept getting stuck as I pulled it over my curvaceous body. Finally Mike yanked it the rest of the way for me, then cuffed my hands behind my back again. He handed me off to Ms. Hernandez.
"Have fun sweetheart." He mocked.
Ms. Hernandez grabbed me roughly and dragged me out of the door and into the jail area. We crossed through several points where we needed to get buzzed in and then finally into the actually holding cell area. I was immediately inundated with whistling and catcalls.
The first cell had a huge black woman with several teeth missing up against the bars. "Put the little mamma in her with me." She pleaded. "I need myself a girlfriend." However, to my relief we went to the second cell. Unfortunately the second cell wasn't much better. It was extremely crowded and very hostile looking. Hernandez uncuffed me and opened the cell door.
"Go on now." She said pushing me forward.
I stumbled into the cage and was greeted by laughter and more whistles. Every seat in the place was taken and many women sat on the floor. "Oh Boy we got ourselves a little barbie doll to play with!" I heard a husky voice say. I turned around quickly to see the cell door slammed in my face. Ms. Hernandez gave me a slight smile and walked away. I gripped the cell door terrified to turn around.
"I'm not a prostitute." I said trying my best not to weep. I sounded weak and broken. He laughed in my face.
The white police officer who had arrested me stepped forward. "Mike, this one might be a pro but she's in for breaking and entering, trespassing, destruction of property and anything else I can think up."
"Well, This one looks like a high class casino whore. I'm surprised she was in this neighborhood. Sweetheart, are you on drugs?" He asked mockingly.
"I just needed a place to spend the night." I pleaded. "I'm sorry about the door. I promise I'll pay for it." I sounded like a teenage girl in the principal's office.
"Oh, you'll pay for it!" Said the young good looking cop. "Save the begging for the prison guards and your new bull dyke girlfriend in prison." The all laughed together.
Just then an older cop walked in the room with a scowl on his face. "Pull her dress down you morons!" He sounded gruff but I saw a twinkle in his eye like he wasn't really mad. They saw me as nothing more than a whore - probably a drug addict. To them I was nothing. Just a piece of meat to ogle at and make fun of. One of the officers grabbed my dress on both sides and yanked it down below my ass.
"Feel better now, Princess? Would you like me bring you some tea and a scone too?" They all burst into laughter even the gruff older cop smiled.
"Keep it professional boys." The older cop said and left the room.
"Sure, Sarg. will do." Said the black cop.
They led me into an area with several desks staffed by officers. I was led to the first desk where another older looking cop sat. He had a big white mustache and a big pot belly to go with it. "What have we here? Sit right here, sweetheart." He said with a laugh.
"Here's the report, Harry." Said the intake officer. "Our little princess here is in a lot of trouble."
"Hmmm." He said as he slipped his reading glasses on and perused the report. "Honey, have you been using drugs?"
"No." I said trying to sound confident.
"Well, that's kind of hard to believe. Have you ever been arrested before?"
"No, officer, never." I said hating my voice. Speaking in this high girly voice was driving me crazy.
"Hmmm...open your mouth." He starred into my mouth for a moment.
"Turn your wrists so I can see the inside of your arms." He seemed perplexed when he found no needle marks.
"Ok, this doesn't make much sense. How did a girl that looks like you wind up in a neighborhood like that?" He opened my purse and took out my ID. "Is this your current address?"
"Yes, officer."
"This building was torn down 3 months ago. Where have you been since?"
"Staying with friends." I said thinking on my feet. "But, last night I had no where to go and I was really scared. That's why I..."
"Stow it Sweetheart. Save it for the judge." He looked at my social security card and birth certificate for a moment and typed data into his computer. "Well you don't appear to have a record, but there is a first time for everything right?" He said rhetorically.
"Is Garcia still on duty?" He asked the Mike the intake officer who still stood behind me with his arms crossed and an a amused grin on his face.
Mike chuckled. "Yes, Garcia is ready and I'm sure very willing."
"Honey, we're not going to be able to bring you before a judge until tomorrow morning which means you are going to have to put you into the system. Based on my interview with you here and the report from these officers, something doesn't add up. We are going to need to do a thorough search before we place you into a cell here. I have at least some reason to believe that you may be carrying weapons or contraband and we need to be safe."
My heart rate began to race and I felt dizzy. "Sir...I...just wanted to get out of the cold." My voice was chocked with tears. Before I could continue, Mike interrupted me by pulling me out of my seat, then walked me down a hall connected to the interview room. This couldn't be happening I thought desperately! He walked quickly and I tried not to topple over in the heels. My tits bounced and threatened to pop out of the dress.
We walked into a small room that looked like a room in a medical facility. A handsome Hispanic man in his 30s stood and took my arrest report and interview form from Mike. "Thank you, Mike." He said professionally but I caught a knowing glance between the two of them. "If you don't mind I'd like you to stay for security."
"Of course, Garcia." Mike said warmly. He then unlocked my handcuffs. I rubbed my sore wrists and lowered my head nervously.
"Miss Johnson. My name is James Garcia and I am a nurse practitioner licensed in the state of Nevada. Due to the circumstances associated with your arrest, the law enforcement professionals in this office have decided that you need to receive a body cavity strip search prior to being admitted to the holding facility in this jail. The law requires that these searches are conducted by a medical professional and I am the medical professional on duty this evening."
His words cut through me like a knife and I began to weep. It was hard to concentrate on anything.
"These searches are conducted to ensure the safety and security of our facilities." He continued. "They are necessary to uncover weapons and contraband that might be smuggled. We sincerely regret any personal discomfort this search may cause you. Please remove your clothing, including your undergarments and place them on this tray."
The door opened and a woman entered the room. She was in her mid-twenties and Hispanic as well. "This is Maria Hernandez. She is a correctional officer here and she will be assisting me during this search."
I stood there, not moving, completely paralyzed with fear, yet my vagina was very warm.
They waited patiently for a few seconds but when I made no move to disrobe he sighed. "Miss Johnson, I need to inform you that if you don't disrobe of your own will, we will remove your clothing forcibly."
With trembling hands I pulled the dress over my head and placed it on the tray, however I couldn't bring myself to remove the thong and bra. I stood with my arms folded at my chest. "This is illegal...I....I...don't have to do this." My voice was soft and shook with emotion. I knew Mike was staring at my ass now covered only by a thong and I seared with embarrassment.
"Oh, Miss Johnson, I assure you this is completely legal." Said Garcia. "The Supreme Court has given us wide latitude with strip searches. They realize that our number one priority is to keep the jails safe. The search needs to be done by a medical professional and I am the one on duty tonight. We need two officers for security and they have to be female unless there are no females available. We only have one female available that is why I asked Mike to stay. So, I'm going to ask you one more time before I ask Mike to do it for you. Take off your undergarments and put them on the tray."
Looking at the floor and avoiding eye contact I popped the clasp on the push up bra and my big round breasts bounced free. Then I slid the panties off. They were completely drenched. I set them on the tray hoping that no one would notice the state they were in. Finally, I kicked the high heels off and placed them by my other clothes. Instinctively I held one arm over my breasts and a hand over my vagina. My humiliation was intense. It felt like my heart was going to beat itself right out of my chest.
"Thank you, Miss Johnson. Please place your arms at your sides." Garcia placed a pair of rubber gloves on his hands then lifted my breasts into the air checking underneath. I felt a build-up deep inside of me and I realized with horror that it was beginning. The deep humiliation was bringing about an intense sexual reaction.
Garcia then walked behind me. "I need you to bend at the waist and touch your toes." I did as I was told, trying to relax, trying to think of anything except what was happening to me...anything that would take my mind away from this moment but it was impossible, the build-up continued. Garcia pushed a finger into my anus and felt around. The coldness of the rubber gloves shocked me for a second. By the time he pulled his finger out, I knew there was no stopping it. I was coming to cum here in the strip search room. The build-up was too big, too intense. I just need to hold off until the search was completed.
Mike pulled the rubber gloves off and threw them in the trash and heard him pulling another pair on. Just hold off, just hold off, I kept telling myself. But it was now like a freight train flying down a mountain side - there was no stopping it. Garcia pushed 2 fingers into my very wet vagina and I lost control. My body began to convulse involuntarily and I let out a girlish gasp. My vagina gripped itself to his fingers and as it spasm'd. I heard Hernandez say "Oh my!" After a few seconds Garcia wrenched his fingers out. I whimpered and gasped still bent at the waist while I heard Garcia say "You can stand up now Miss Johnson."
When I did my vagina was still convulsing and spasming. It took a good 15-20 more seconds to stop. Both Garcia and Mike were wide eyed and smirking. Like they couldn't believe what they had witnessed. I stood there deeply ashamed with eyes on the floor. I was sure this would be a story they would tell for years. Every new rookie would hear about the whore who violently came during a body cavity search.
"Miss Johnson, you may put your clothes back on." I walked to the tray and put the wet panties back on and my bra. The dress was another story and kept getting stuck as I pulled it over my curvaceous body. Finally Mike yanked it the rest of the way for me, then cuffed my hands behind my back again. He handed me off to Ms. Hernandez.
"Have fun sweetheart." He mocked.
Ms. Hernandez grabbed me roughly and dragged me out of the door and into the jail area. We crossed through several points where we needed to get buzzed in and then finally into the actually holding cell area. I was immediately inundated with whistling and catcalls.
The first cell had a huge black woman with several teeth missing up against the bars. "Put the little mamma in her with me." She pleaded. "I need myself a girlfriend." However, to my relief we went to the second cell. Unfortunately the second cell wasn't much better. It was extremely crowded and very hostile looking. Hernandez uncuffed me and opened the cell door.
"Go on now." She said pushing me forward.
I stumbled into the cage and was greeted by laughter and more whistles. Every seat in the place was taken and many women sat on the floor. "Oh Boy we got ourselves a little barbie doll to play with!" I heard a husky voice say. I turned around quickly to see the cell door slammed in my face. Ms. Hernandez gave me a slight smile and walked away. I gripped the cell door terrified to turn around.
The husky voice came closer. "Hi Barbie doll. Are you ready to get get played with?" Her voice sounded wicked and when I turned to look at her I saw a very muscular black woman with a gap between her teeth. She looked to be about 5'10" and towered over me staring down with a wicked grin on her face. She stooped over and whispered to me. "They think you are a prostitute don't they? Stupid sons of bitches. I know your secret though. You are a regular old suburban girl in over her head." She chuckled to herself enjoying my fear. "You are in the wrong cage Barbie doll and I'm so excited about the mistake." She looked over a the next cell which was sparsely populated with respectable looking women. "They put the hard cases in these two cells, then the good girls in that one."
She grabbed my upper arm. "Come over here and sit on my lap, Barbie." She commanded.
I looked up at her and felt the tears start to form in my eyes. This damn body is so emotional, I thought. I reached up and tried to pry her hand off my arm but she just laughed as I futilely tried to free myself. I stumbled along as she pulled me over to her bench and sat down with me on her lap. Most of the other women seemed amused by my situation. "You have such as a nice ass, Barbie Doll and these tits are amazing too. I'm going to enjoy playing with my new Doll."
"Mmmm. These nipples are nice!" She said tweaking them roughly. I squealed involuntarily and I heard laughter erupt from many of the inmates.
"Do you like being my doll, Barbie? Do you have a girlfriend?" She taunted.
I felt her hand sliding up my skirt and it was just too much for me to take. I swung my elbow as hard as I could into her neck. She let go of me and gasped falling to the floor as she released me. I tripped and fell onto my knees then rolled away from her. She laid on her back with her hands on her neck fighting to breathe. I struggled to my feet as fast as I could figuring that she would attack at any minute. The struggle had pushed my skirt back up above my hips exposing my thong clad ass again, but I didn't notice. I was sure that this huge criminal would be on her feet and ready to murder me in a second. However, it didn't happen and I realized with horror that she was beginning to turn blue. I heard extremely loud alarms start to go off and flashing strobe lights seemed to come from everywhere. Within seconds officers arrived and placed the woman on a stretcher. The nurse practitioner Garcia was with them and he checked her vitals. Suddenly, I was grabbed from behind and handcuffed once again. It was the young officer Mike.
"What did you do, bitch?" He asked breathless from having run to the cell.
Mike drug me along from the holding cells and into a hallway. As I tripped along on the heels, I realized the struggle had pushed the tight little pink dress up above my hips again and my thong clad ass was once again on full display. He pushed me into a room and briefly unlocked my cuffs and then re-locked them to the chair. The room was dingy and cold. There was a video camera in the corner. "You are in a whole lotta trouble girl!" He said.
It wasn't long before I realized that I had to use the restroom and badly! I held it for as long as I could before I started to panic. "I need to use the bathroom!" I yelled in my high-pitched girly voice. "Please, I need to use the bathroom!" I sounded so pathetic. I lasted about an hour before I could hold it no more and my bladder burst into a long hot blast of urine. The thong was drenched and a puddle formed on the chair and floor beneath it.
I sat for what seemed like hours in the chilly room. Soon I was shivering in the cold urine. The smell was enough to make me want to wretch. I felt so low and desperate. For the first time since I had left the facility I had time to analyze my situation. It had become more and more desperate by the minute. I had started off in an impossible situation and it had only become worse. I was going to spend time in prison and then what? I had no money, no family, no education and now a criminal record. My eyes teared up as I thought about my options. I had no future except one of pain and humiliation.
Finally Mike returned with a man wearing a suit. They both immediately held their noses and looked disgusted. The man in the suit spoke first "I'm detective Mike Vasquez." he said gruffly. Vasquez had a large black mustache and a stern no BS look to him. He turned and shouted down the hall. I need someone in here to clean up and bring me a pair of undergarments immediately!"
Vasquez sat down across the table and scowled. "Do you think this is funny? You almost kill a woman then piss all over the interrogation room like some kind of filthy animal?"
"No sir." I squeaked. "I just couldn't hold it any longer." Immediately I started weeping and he softened his look a bit. I was extremely humiliated but to my surprise I started feeling the warmth in my vagina again.
A Janitor knocked on the door and was allowed entry by Mike. He carried a small pair of white panties and a mop and bucket. "Uncuff her and take her down the hall to get changed and freshen up." Vasquez ordered Mike.
Mike once again paraded me down the hall with my dress still up above my hips. A few officers passed by us with smirks on their faces. Mike directed me to a pair of small bathrooms. I started to enter the one that said "Men's" by habit and Mike stopped me. "What the fuck is wrong with you!" he said and pushed me towards the "Women's". The little bathroom had a mirror and toilet and a roll of paper towels. I wet down the paper towels with water and soap and tried to clean myself up the best I could before sliding on the extremely tight panties. It had a tag that said small. I was barely able to get them up my shapely thighs and over my ass. They barely covered half of my butt and the front profanely showed my camel lips. I pulled down the little pink dress as far as I could to hide them.
When I exited the bathroom Mike stood with his arms crossed looking annoyed. "It's about time Princess." He immediately cuffed my hands behind my back and quickly pulled my dress back up above my hips again. I let out a gasp and he whispered in my ear. "I know how you like to put on a show, Princess."
As I walked down the hall the tight panties rode into my ass like a thong and when the hall was empty for a second, Mike's hand explored my ass. I felt myself getting wet and thought with horror that the wetness would really show through the white panties. "You should really stick to the casinos. He said condescendingly. "You could really make some good money there."
As Mike ushered me into the room, my pussy was so wet I felt like I had peed myself again. Vasquez looked annoyed. "Pull her dress down!" he ordered.
Mike did what he was told and sat me in the chair. "You've been a busy girl over the last couple of hours, haven't you?" Vasquez began. "Breaking and entering, trespassing, destruction of property, assault, maybe even homicide if the inmate you assaulted takes a turn for the worse. You are probably wondering how this all happened so quick, aren't you?"
Thank God she isn't dead I thought. "Sir..." I started in a whimpering voice, hating myself for my emotional weakness. "I didn't have a place to stay and I was worried that I would get raped or worse out there."
Vasquez ignored me and asked, "What happened in the cell? Why did you assault Miss Washington? Is she a drug accomplice?"
I paused and tried to concentrate. These cops were sure I was a drug addled criminal. "I want a lawyer!" I said as firmly as possible.
Vasquez sighed with an extremely annoyed look on his face and got up and left the room. Mike uncuffed my hands in the back and re-cuffed them to a bolt on the table and left the room.
I sat for at least an hour before a young, disheveled looking man in a loose fitting cheap suit walked in. "I'm David Rosen your public defender." he said in an emotionless voice. He did a double take when he looked at me, but showed little emotion. "I see you have quite a list of infractions Miss Johnson. We will go to court in the morning, plead not guilty and you will need to pay bail or spend the time in county until we plead your charges down a bit. We probably can get your charges down to 24, maybe 36 months if we get lucky."
"2 to 3 years!" I exclaimed. "I was just defending myself!"
"Well be that as it may, you might get a lot more if you go to trial." He said in a bored voice. "I'll see you in court in a few hours. "You will need to make arrangements for bail. I would be prepared for 50-100 thousand."
"I don't have any money." I sputtered. My voice sounded sad and dejected with a hint of desperation. "What happens if I don't have bail?"
"Well the county backlog is 6-9 months. You'll spend that time in county jail, but the good news is that it will go against your sentence. However, I don't anticipate going to trial. I'll start plea arrangements and you will go to the state prison almost immediately and start your sentence."
"But I don't want to plead guilty."
"Are you innocent?" He asked. His emotionless voice was gaining a touch of annoyance.
I thought for a moment. Technically, I had done all of the things I was charged with but there were extenuating circumstances. "Yes, but..."
"I hear that a lot...Yes, but." He said interrupting me. "Miss Johnson, I have a lot of people to see before court and I need to move on."
"But...Sir, please!" I begged. "I don't have any more and I really didn't do these things the way they say I did! I don't know anybody! I don't have any family or friends to go to. I don't have any money! There has to be another way!" Tears were flowing freely and my voice was chocked with emotion. I was desperate and losing all pride.
The lawyer looked at me and a hint of a smile came across his face as he thought. "There might be something I can do." He paused and smirked. "Yes, there is definitely something I can do. I will introduce you to a...friend of sorts."
He pulled his phone out of his pocket and began to make a call as he walked out of the room.
She grabbed my upper arm. "Come over here and sit on my lap, Barbie." She commanded.
I looked up at her and felt the tears start to form in my eyes. This damn body is so emotional, I thought. I reached up and tried to pry her hand off my arm but she just laughed as I futilely tried to free myself. I stumbled along as she pulled me over to her bench and sat down with me on her lap. Most of the other women seemed amused by my situation. "You have such as a nice ass, Barbie Doll and these tits are amazing too. I'm going to enjoy playing with my new Doll."
"Mmmm. These nipples are nice!" She said tweaking them roughly. I squealed involuntarily and I heard laughter erupt from many of the inmates.
"Do you like being my doll, Barbie? Do you have a girlfriend?" She taunted.
I felt her hand sliding up my skirt and it was just too much for me to take. I swung my elbow as hard as I could into her neck. She let go of me and gasped falling to the floor as she released me. I tripped and fell onto my knees then rolled away from her. She laid on her back with her hands on her neck fighting to breathe. I struggled to my feet as fast as I could figuring that she would attack at any minute. The struggle had pushed my skirt back up above my hips exposing my thong clad ass again, but I didn't notice. I was sure that this huge criminal would be on her feet and ready to murder me in a second. However, it didn't happen and I realized with horror that she was beginning to turn blue. I heard extremely loud alarms start to go off and flashing strobe lights seemed to come from everywhere. Within seconds officers arrived and placed the woman on a stretcher. The nurse practitioner Garcia was with them and he checked her vitals. Suddenly, I was grabbed from behind and handcuffed once again. It was the young officer Mike.
"What did you do, bitch?" He asked breathless from having run to the cell.
Mike drug me along from the holding cells and into a hallway. As I tripped along on the heels, I realized the struggle had pushed the tight little pink dress up above my hips again and my thong clad ass was once again on full display. He pushed me into a room and briefly unlocked my cuffs and then re-locked them to the chair. The room was dingy and cold. There was a video camera in the corner. "You are in a whole lotta trouble girl!" He said.
It wasn't long before I realized that I had to use the restroom and badly! I held it for as long as I could before I started to panic. "I need to use the bathroom!" I yelled in my high-pitched girly voice. "Please, I need to use the bathroom!" I sounded so pathetic. I lasted about an hour before I could hold it no more and my bladder burst into a long hot blast of urine. The thong was drenched and a puddle formed on the chair and floor beneath it.
I sat for what seemed like hours in the chilly room. Soon I was shivering in the cold urine. The smell was enough to make me want to wretch. I felt so low and desperate. For the first time since I had left the facility I had time to analyze my situation. It had become more and more desperate by the minute. I had started off in an impossible situation and it had only become worse. I was going to spend time in prison and then what? I had no money, no family, no education and now a criminal record. My eyes teared up as I thought about my options. I had no future except one of pain and humiliation.
Finally Mike returned with a man wearing a suit. They both immediately held their noses and looked disgusted. The man in the suit spoke first "I'm detective Mike Vasquez." he said gruffly. Vasquez had a large black mustache and a stern no BS look to him. He turned and shouted down the hall. I need someone in here to clean up and bring me a pair of undergarments immediately!"
Vasquez sat down across the table and scowled. "Do you think this is funny? You almost kill a woman then piss all over the interrogation room like some kind of filthy animal?"
"No sir." I squeaked. "I just couldn't hold it any longer." Immediately I started weeping and he softened his look a bit. I was extremely humiliated but to my surprise I started feeling the warmth in my vagina again.
A Janitor knocked on the door and was allowed entry by Mike. He carried a small pair of white panties and a mop and bucket. "Uncuff her and take her down the hall to get changed and freshen up." Vasquez ordered Mike.
Mike once again paraded me down the hall with my dress still up above my hips. A few officers passed by us with smirks on their faces. Mike directed me to a pair of small bathrooms. I started to enter the one that said "Men's" by habit and Mike stopped me. "What the fuck is wrong with you!" he said and pushed me towards the "Women's". The little bathroom had a mirror and toilet and a roll of paper towels. I wet down the paper towels with water and soap and tried to clean myself up the best I could before sliding on the extremely tight panties. It had a tag that said small. I was barely able to get them up my shapely thighs and over my ass. They barely covered half of my butt and the front profanely showed my camel lips. I pulled down the little pink dress as far as I could to hide them.
When I exited the bathroom Mike stood with his arms crossed looking annoyed. "It's about time Princess." He immediately cuffed my hands behind my back and quickly pulled my dress back up above my hips again. I let out a gasp and he whispered in my ear. "I know how you like to put on a show, Princess."
As I walked down the hall the tight panties rode into my ass like a thong and when the hall was empty for a second, Mike's hand explored my ass. I felt myself getting wet and thought with horror that the wetness would really show through the white panties. "You should really stick to the casinos. He said condescendingly. "You could really make some good money there."
As Mike ushered me into the room, my pussy was so wet I felt like I had peed myself again. Vasquez looked annoyed. "Pull her dress down!" he ordered.
Mike did what he was told and sat me in the chair. "You've been a busy girl over the last couple of hours, haven't you?" Vasquez began. "Breaking and entering, trespassing, destruction of property, assault, maybe even homicide if the inmate you assaulted takes a turn for the worse. You are probably wondering how this all happened so quick, aren't you?"
Thank God she isn't dead I thought. "Sir..." I started in a whimpering voice, hating myself for my emotional weakness. "I didn't have a place to stay and I was worried that I would get raped or worse out there."
Vasquez ignored me and asked, "What happened in the cell? Why did you assault Miss Washington? Is she a drug accomplice?"
I paused and tried to concentrate. These cops were sure I was a drug addled criminal. "I want a lawyer!" I said as firmly as possible.
Vasquez sighed with an extremely annoyed look on his face and got up and left the room. Mike uncuffed my hands in the back and re-cuffed them to a bolt on the table and left the room.
I sat for at least an hour before a young, disheveled looking man in a loose fitting cheap suit walked in. "I'm David Rosen your public defender." he said in an emotionless voice. He did a double take when he looked at me, but showed little emotion. "I see you have quite a list of infractions Miss Johnson. We will go to court in the morning, plead not guilty and you will need to pay bail or spend the time in county until we plead your charges down a bit. We probably can get your charges down to 24, maybe 36 months if we get lucky."
"2 to 3 years!" I exclaimed. "I was just defending myself!"
"Well be that as it may, you might get a lot more if you go to trial." He said in a bored voice. "I'll see you in court in a few hours. "You will need to make arrangements for bail. I would be prepared for 50-100 thousand."
"I don't have any money." I sputtered. My voice sounded sad and dejected with a hint of desperation. "What happens if I don't have bail?"
"Well the county backlog is 6-9 months. You'll spend that time in county jail, but the good news is that it will go against your sentence. However, I don't anticipate going to trial. I'll start plea arrangements and you will go to the state prison almost immediately and start your sentence."
"But I don't want to plead guilty."
"Are you innocent?" He asked. His emotionless voice was gaining a touch of annoyance.
I thought for a moment. Technically, I had done all of the things I was charged with but there were extenuating circumstances. "Yes, but..."
"I hear that a lot...Yes, but." He said interrupting me. "Miss Johnson, I have a lot of people to see before court and I need to move on."
"But...Sir, please!" I begged. "I don't have any more and I really didn't do these things the way they say I did! I don't know anybody! I don't have any family or friends to go to. I don't have any money! There has to be another way!" Tears were flowing freely and my voice was chocked with emotion. I was desperate and losing all pride.
The lawyer looked at me and a hint of a smile came across his face as he thought. "There might be something I can do." He paused and smirked. "Yes, there is definitely something I can do. I will introduce you to a...friend of sorts."
He pulled his phone out of his pocket and began to make a call as he walked out of the room.
After about an hour, the attorney returned looking disheveled as ever but with another man following him. There couldn't have been more of a contrast. The man was over 6 feet tall and wore an expensive, well tailored charcoal gray suit with a black t-shirt underneath. The suit fit his muscular body perfectly. He had short, dark hair with an obviously expensive haircut. The man's face was chiseled and handsome beyond words. He had an air of confidence that belied words as well. A wave of expensive cologne wafted over me as he came to the front of the table.
"Miss Johnson, I would like to introduce you to Mr. Robert Carr." Said Rosen.
"Miss Johnson." he began with a strong, deep polite voice. "Mr. Rosen has told me all about your predicament." He shook his head as if in disbelief of my situation. His tone and look showed immense empathy. His big, thick hand reached across the table as he sat down. He held my cuffed hand softly and looked into me with his very blue eyes. "I would like to help."
The attraction my new body felt for this man was intense, yet my instincts were to run. (If I could) I was still a man inside, despite all the changes they had done to me. Yet, I couldn't have been more vulnerable - broke, young, no family or friends and facing 3 years in prison. I was broken and humiliated. I had no choice but to take this man's charity. I knew that there was something nefarious lurking inside his offer of assistance, but the alternative was even more bleak.
"Thank you." My high voice was embarrassingly full of emotion.
"I have connections here in the city and I'm quite sure I can call in a few favors and get the charges dropped entirely. I'm sure they can be painted as a big misunderstanding. I also will take care of the damages to the home."
"Thank you." I said again looking down with embarrassment from his eyes.
"Of course, Miss Johnson, you do understand that this type of influence is quite expensive." His voice sounded apologetic. "I'm a local businessman and I run a variety of companies in the area. All ask of you in return is that you work for me for awhile to pay back some of the debt."
"What would I do?" I asked suddenly very nervous about the arrangement.
"Oh, this and that. Probably some serving and cleaning at my estate and work where it's needed at my businesses. I will provide you with a room, clothes, makeup, beauty treatments, food and I may even let you keep a little of your salary for personal items."
I knew there had to be more to the story, but I was stuck. It was fend for myself at a trial that wouldn't come for 9 months - 9 long months locked up. Plus, with no money for a real attorney I would be found guilty and spend years in prison. Three years of being raped and assaulted by inmates and guards.
"Ok." I said softly.
"Ok, Sir." He corrected. "It may be old fashioned but now that you are in my employ I expect you to call me Sir." His voice had a stern edge to it.
I felt the familiar warmth once more growing in my sex. This bastard actually expected me to call him Sir. Just a few months ago I was a handsome millionaire and now I was a desperate little indentured servant girl. The humiliation was intense and therefore so was my arousal.
"Yes Sir." I said softly my eyes down.
"Much better." He said with more warmth.
I looked up to see Mr. Rosen to his right smirking at me. I felt a surge of anger but I bit my lip. I would go along with this, but at the first moment I would escape and make my own life. I wasn't some poor, uneducated girl like they were used to dealing with. I would use my wits and get away.
"I will make the arrangements and we'll have you out of here in my no time." He said patting my hand condescendingly.
With that they both left and I was once again alone, cuffed to a table and left to my thoughts. This man wants me to serve at his house like some type of maid I thought with anger. And there has got to be more too it...God knows what else he will want me to do.
About 45 minutes later, Mike entered the room and uncuffed me from the table then recuffed my hands behind my back. In a last act of cruelty he pulled my dress back up above my waist for my walk through the police station. The smiles and giggles of the men as I passed brought back the intense arousal. It seemed I would never get used to the humiliation. I still wanted to crawl under a rock and hide.
Thankfully, about half way through the station we were stopped by a scowling female officer. "Fix her dress!" she commanded angrily. Mike obliged snickering to himself and I was allowed a small degree of modesty as I finished the walk. However, it was only a small degree. My tits and ass still jiggled embarrassingly in the tiny, pink dress and it seemed every eye in the station was on me.
Mike walked me out the front door and released the handcuffs. There was a long black limo waiting at the curb.
"I would say this is good bye for us, Princess, except that it appears you are now working for Mr. Carr." Mike said laughing. "I'm sure I will see you again soon." I wasn't sure what he meant and the words hung menacingly in the air as I carefully made my way down the steps in the high heels. As I stumbled up to the limo, the side door opened. I saw Mr. Carr in the darkened interior. He motioned for me to enter and I carefully ducked and stepped inside.
"Miss Johnson, I would like to introduce you to Mr. Robert Carr." Said Rosen.
"Miss Johnson." he began with a strong, deep polite voice. "Mr. Rosen has told me all about your predicament." He shook his head as if in disbelief of my situation. His tone and look showed immense empathy. His big, thick hand reached across the table as he sat down. He held my cuffed hand softly and looked into me with his very blue eyes. "I would like to help."
The attraction my new body felt for this man was intense, yet my instincts were to run. (If I could) I was still a man inside, despite all the changes they had done to me. Yet, I couldn't have been more vulnerable - broke, young, no family or friends and facing 3 years in prison. I was broken and humiliated. I had no choice but to take this man's charity. I knew that there was something nefarious lurking inside his offer of assistance, but the alternative was even more bleak.
"Thank you." My high voice was embarrassingly full of emotion.
"I have connections here in the city and I'm quite sure I can call in a few favors and get the charges dropped entirely. I'm sure they can be painted as a big misunderstanding. I also will take care of the damages to the home."
"Thank you." I said again looking down with embarrassment from his eyes.
"Of course, Miss Johnson, you do understand that this type of influence is quite expensive." His voice sounded apologetic. "I'm a local businessman and I run a variety of companies in the area. All ask of you in return is that you work for me for awhile to pay back some of the debt."
"What would I do?" I asked suddenly very nervous about the arrangement.
"Oh, this and that. Probably some serving and cleaning at my estate and work where it's needed at my businesses. I will provide you with a room, clothes, makeup, beauty treatments, food and I may even let you keep a little of your salary for personal items."
I knew there had to be more to the story, but I was stuck. It was fend for myself at a trial that wouldn't come for 9 months - 9 long months locked up. Plus, with no money for a real attorney I would be found guilty and spend years in prison. Three years of being raped and assaulted by inmates and guards.
"Ok." I said softly.
"Ok, Sir." He corrected. "It may be old fashioned but now that you are in my employ I expect you to call me Sir." His voice had a stern edge to it.
I felt the familiar warmth once more growing in my sex. This bastard actually expected me to call him Sir. Just a few months ago I was a handsome millionaire and now I was a desperate little indentured servant girl. The humiliation was intense and therefore so was my arousal.
"Yes Sir." I said softly my eyes down.
"Much better." He said with more warmth.
I looked up to see Mr. Rosen to his right smirking at me. I felt a surge of anger but I bit my lip. I would go along with this, but at the first moment I would escape and make my own life. I wasn't some poor, uneducated girl like they were used to dealing with. I would use my wits and get away.
"I will make the arrangements and we'll have you out of here in my no time." He said patting my hand condescendingly.
With that they both left and I was once again alone, cuffed to a table and left to my thoughts. This man wants me to serve at his house like some type of maid I thought with anger. And there has got to be more too it...God knows what else he will want me to do.
About 45 minutes later, Mike entered the room and uncuffed me from the table then recuffed my hands behind my back. In a last act of cruelty he pulled my dress back up above my waist for my walk through the police station. The smiles and giggles of the men as I passed brought back the intense arousal. It seemed I would never get used to the humiliation. I still wanted to crawl under a rock and hide.
Thankfully, about half way through the station we were stopped by a scowling female officer. "Fix her dress!" she commanded angrily. Mike obliged snickering to himself and I was allowed a small degree of modesty as I finished the walk. However, it was only a small degree. My tits and ass still jiggled embarrassingly in the tiny, pink dress and it seemed every eye in the station was on me.
Mike walked me out the front door and released the handcuffs. There was a long black limo waiting at the curb.
"I would say this is good bye for us, Princess, except that it appears you are now working for Mr. Carr." Mike said laughing. "I'm sure I will see you again soon." I wasn't sure what he meant and the words hung menacingly in the air as I carefully made my way down the steps in the high heels. As I stumbled up to the limo, the side door opened. I saw Mr. Carr in the darkened interior. He motioned for me to enter and I carefully ducked and stepped inside.
"Welcome, Jenni. Please sit down." Said Mr. Carr motioning me to sit in the chair across from him.
The seat was made of extremely plush black leather and it felt wonderful. Mr. Carr stared at me as if waiting for something as the driver shut the door and made his way to the front. Finally he spoke, "Jenni, the proper response is 'thank you, sir'"
I felt my face redden with embarrassment. "Thank you, sir." I barely chocked out the words, intensely humiliated by having to call this man sir. My whole body was on fire with arousal, but my brain wanted to tell him to fuck off. However, I knew that he would turn the limo around and have my placed back in jail.
"Jenni, I've warned you twice now. The next time will have consequences. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir." I almost whispered. He looked huge sitting across from me. He was a very muscular man.
"The ride won't take long Jenni. Once we get to the estate, my tailor Thompson will take your measurements and fill your closet with work clothes and you will be assigned a room."
"Thank you sir." I said again burning with a combination of hate and desire.
"Please fasten your seat belt. You are a very valuable little girl to me now." His face had a hint of a smile.
For the rest of the ride, Mr. Carr was on his cell phone and said very little to me. We traveled through some very wealthy neighborhoods before reaching his estate. It had a huge wall around the whole property that looked to be at least 10 feet high. It was stone covered in ivy. The enormous gate rolled open as we approached. Two large guards came to the window and spoke to our driver for a moment, then waved him through. The driveway curved around the property towards the house. The estate was lush and green in stark contrast to the surrounding desert. There were flowers, ponds and even waterfalls in view. It looked like heaven on earth. The house was southwestern style and gigantic.
We pulled up to a side entrance and Mr. Carr jumped out without a word to me and strided into the house. I struggled out of the car on my heels and was immediately greeted by a well dressed, very attractive middle aged woman. "Jenni, I am Miss Birkshire the house manager. I am your boss when we are at the house. You can call me ma'am." She said quickly and authoritatively. "Follow me please. I will take you to your room and get you settled."
I followed the no-nonsense woman through the side door and into the mansion. It was immense inside with massive ceilings. It seemed to be filled with marble, dark wood and expensive looking tile. I had never seen anything like it. Miss Birkshire led me up a huge staircase to the third level and then down a long hall. Finally, we came to my assigned room. It felt very small compared to the rest of the house but it really wasn't bad. Maybe 10 by 10 with a window. It also had it's own bathroom and a large walk in closet. There was a double bed and several dressers as well as a TV.
There was a little knock at the doorway and we both looked up to see a small man with a white mustache. "Ah, Mr. Thompson. Thank you for coming so quickly. Jenni Come here please, Mr. Thompson needs to take your measurements." I stumbled over on my heels and Mr. Thompson bruskly told me stand still. He put a measuring tape around my hips, my waist and my chest quickly writing in his book. He continued on measuring every inch of my body from my neck to my feet. When he was done he nodded at Ms. Birkshire and quickly strode out the door.
As soon as he left there was another knock and I was shocked to see a woman in full French Maid attire standing in the doorway. The dress was extremely low cut and the bottom of the dress barely covered her ass. Her huge breasts looked like they were on the verge of popping out. The outfit had every touch from the stockings to the frilly cap. She stood atop extremely tall high heels. The woman handed Miss Birkshire several articles of clothing.
"Thank you Clara. You may go." Miss Birkshire said dismissing her. The maid did an elaborate curtsy and sashayed down the hall. "All of our girls must spend time working as a maid. You will get a uniform exactly like hers for the times it is required of you. As a matter of fact, we will probably start your training in that regard right away." My eyes must have been popping out of my sockets! There was no fucking way I was going to dress in a humiliating French Maid's outfit and parade around this house. I had to escape by then.
"Shower, make yourself presentable and put these clothes on. When you are finished you are to present yourself to Mr. Carr in his study. Go back the way we came in and take a left at the bottom of the stairs. The study is on the right. Wear your heels. Mr. Carr requires that all of our girls wear heels at all times. Do you understand?"
"Yes." I said softly.
Miss Birkshire walked briskly to me and harshly grabbed my face at the chin staring me in the eye. "The proper response is 'yes ma'am'! You will always treat me with perfect manners and respect. I can make your life a living hell. Remember that." Her voice sounded positively evil and I felt shivers run down my spine. "Now, do as you are told and prepare yourself for Mr. Carr." She bent down and attached a silver anklet to my left ankle, then pulled out a little computer. After punishing some information in, the anklet started moving. It made a couple of sounds then it closed tightly and became a seamless silver band just loose enough to slide a bit. "Just a little GPS tracking device so we can keep tabs on you. We wouldn't want you to get lost." She laughed to herself and walked out of the room shutting the door behind her.
As soon as she left I dropped to my knees and felt the anklet. It was completely smooth all around, there seemed to be no groove or crevice anywhere. As much as I poked and prodded there seemed to be no way to remove it. I was growing even more scared and desperate and the tears welled up in my eyes. Escape was going to be 100 times more difficult than I expected! I laid back against the bed and started to weep. My beautiful, perfect life was gone and I had become a humiliated little slave girl. I ached for my freedom and for my manhood. I felt so weak and vulnerable and I couldn't come to grips with my loss of control.
I only allowed myself a few minutes, though. I was afraid of what would happen if I didn't follow my orders in a hurry. The water felt wonderful on my smooth, sensitive little body. My nipples seemed to be especially sensitive. When I turned and let the water cascade on them it practically made my knees buckle. I cleaned myself thoroughly with the very feminine smelling body wash that was in my shower and saved my vagina for last. I was a little scared to touch, but when I finally brought my hands to it I almost fell down with the intense shock wave it sent through me. As I explored further I was surprised not just by the sensitivity but by how little and tight it was. I couldn't imagine how any man would even fit in it.
I turned off the shower, afraid to explore further and wiped the steam off the mirror. My body defied reality. I was soft and small but my breasts were huge, my waist impossibly thin and my hips dramatically flared. I was a walking wet dream. The bathroom contained every type of makeup known to man and I tested a few before complementing my already tattooed on makeup. It took awhile but I finally made it look respectable. Next, I tackled my hair. It seems to go right into place as it dried under the hair dryer. Probably another modification that Mr. X had designed for himself. However, this was one that I was very glad for.
Finally, I returned to the bedroom to examine the clothes that they had left me. On the top was a pair of pink thong panties with sparkling silver hearts on the front and white lace around the edges. I quickly slid them on. They fit very snugly and I could see the outline of my vagina in front and the back slid tightly between my big bubble ass cheeks. The clothing underneath seemed to be a mistake. There was a top and a pair of shorts that looked like they were made for a toddler. There seemed to be no way they would fit and I wondered if Miss Birkshire was playing a joke on me.
I started with the shorts and as I put my legs through and started pulling them up my shapely thighs I realized they were made out of some kind of stretchy fabric and they molded to whatever size they were placed on. They fit tightly over my ass just barely covering it. I had seen these type of hot pants before but obviously had never had them on myself. The top fit the same way but the bottom of it ended just below my breasts leaving the stomach open. I looked at the wall mirror in my room and was aghast. This outfit left nothing to the imagination. They hadn't provided me with a bra and the white top molded around my breasts. My nipples jutted profanely through the fabric and the entire outline was plainly visible. The pink shorts were as tight as humanly possible and although the panties hid it a little bit, my pussy was plainly visible as well. I looked over the shoulder at my backside and saw that the shorts looked painted on. My perfectly shaped, bubble butt stretching the fabric to it's limit.
I slid my heels on and wobbled to the door. I paused for a minute, terrified to leave the room. I had the sinking feeling that I would have been better off doing the jail time, but I shook it off and opened the door. There had to be a way out of the situation and I would find it.
I shut my door and made my way cautiously down the hall. My heels clicked on the floor echoing loudly. I felt my breasts and ass jiggle and sway with every step. I was nothing but a sex doll slave headed to see my master and my heart beat nearly out of my chest out of fear about what my future held.
The seat was made of extremely plush black leather and it felt wonderful. Mr. Carr stared at me as if waiting for something as the driver shut the door and made his way to the front. Finally he spoke, "Jenni, the proper response is 'thank you, sir'"
I felt my face redden with embarrassment. "Thank you, sir." I barely chocked out the words, intensely humiliated by having to call this man sir. My whole body was on fire with arousal, but my brain wanted to tell him to fuck off. However, I knew that he would turn the limo around and have my placed back in jail.
"Jenni, I've warned you twice now. The next time will have consequences. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir." I almost whispered. He looked huge sitting across from me. He was a very muscular man.
"The ride won't take long Jenni. Once we get to the estate, my tailor Thompson will take your measurements and fill your closet with work clothes and you will be assigned a room."
"Thank you sir." I said again burning with a combination of hate and desire.
"Please fasten your seat belt. You are a very valuable little girl to me now." His face had a hint of a smile.
For the rest of the ride, Mr. Carr was on his cell phone and said very little to me. We traveled through some very wealthy neighborhoods before reaching his estate. It had a huge wall around the whole property that looked to be at least 10 feet high. It was stone covered in ivy. The enormous gate rolled open as we approached. Two large guards came to the window and spoke to our driver for a moment, then waved him through. The driveway curved around the property towards the house. The estate was lush and green in stark contrast to the surrounding desert. There were flowers, ponds and even waterfalls in view. It looked like heaven on earth. The house was southwestern style and gigantic.
We pulled up to a side entrance and Mr. Carr jumped out without a word to me and strided into the house. I struggled out of the car on my heels and was immediately greeted by a well dressed, very attractive middle aged woman. "Jenni, I am Miss Birkshire the house manager. I am your boss when we are at the house. You can call me ma'am." She said quickly and authoritatively. "Follow me please. I will take you to your room and get you settled."
I followed the no-nonsense woman through the side door and into the mansion. It was immense inside with massive ceilings. It seemed to be filled with marble, dark wood and expensive looking tile. I had never seen anything like it. Miss Birkshire led me up a huge staircase to the third level and then down a long hall. Finally, we came to my assigned room. It felt very small compared to the rest of the house but it really wasn't bad. Maybe 10 by 10 with a window. It also had it's own bathroom and a large walk in closet. There was a double bed and several dressers as well as a TV.
There was a little knock at the doorway and we both looked up to see a small man with a white mustache. "Ah, Mr. Thompson. Thank you for coming so quickly. Jenni Come here please, Mr. Thompson needs to take your measurements." I stumbled over on my heels and Mr. Thompson bruskly told me stand still. He put a measuring tape around my hips, my waist and my chest quickly writing in his book. He continued on measuring every inch of my body from my neck to my feet. When he was done he nodded at Ms. Birkshire and quickly strode out the door.
As soon as he left there was another knock and I was shocked to see a woman in full French Maid attire standing in the doorway. The dress was extremely low cut and the bottom of the dress barely covered her ass. Her huge breasts looked like they were on the verge of popping out. The outfit had every touch from the stockings to the frilly cap. She stood atop extremely tall high heels. The woman handed Miss Birkshire several articles of clothing.
"Thank you Clara. You may go." Miss Birkshire said dismissing her. The maid did an elaborate curtsy and sashayed down the hall. "All of our girls must spend time working as a maid. You will get a uniform exactly like hers for the times it is required of you. As a matter of fact, we will probably start your training in that regard right away." My eyes must have been popping out of my sockets! There was no fucking way I was going to dress in a humiliating French Maid's outfit and parade around this house. I had to escape by then.
"Shower, make yourself presentable and put these clothes on. When you are finished you are to present yourself to Mr. Carr in his study. Go back the way we came in and take a left at the bottom of the stairs. The study is on the right. Wear your heels. Mr. Carr requires that all of our girls wear heels at all times. Do you understand?"
"Yes." I said softly.
Miss Birkshire walked briskly to me and harshly grabbed my face at the chin staring me in the eye. "The proper response is 'yes ma'am'! You will always treat me with perfect manners and respect. I can make your life a living hell. Remember that." Her voice sounded positively evil and I felt shivers run down my spine. "Now, do as you are told and prepare yourself for Mr. Carr." She bent down and attached a silver anklet to my left ankle, then pulled out a little computer. After punishing some information in, the anklet started moving. It made a couple of sounds then it closed tightly and became a seamless silver band just loose enough to slide a bit. "Just a little GPS tracking device so we can keep tabs on you. We wouldn't want you to get lost." She laughed to herself and walked out of the room shutting the door behind her.
As soon as she left I dropped to my knees and felt the anklet. It was completely smooth all around, there seemed to be no groove or crevice anywhere. As much as I poked and prodded there seemed to be no way to remove it. I was growing even more scared and desperate and the tears welled up in my eyes. Escape was going to be 100 times more difficult than I expected! I laid back against the bed and started to weep. My beautiful, perfect life was gone and I had become a humiliated little slave girl. I ached for my freedom and for my manhood. I felt so weak and vulnerable and I couldn't come to grips with my loss of control.
I only allowed myself a few minutes, though. I was afraid of what would happen if I didn't follow my orders in a hurry. The water felt wonderful on my smooth, sensitive little body. My nipples seemed to be especially sensitive. When I turned and let the water cascade on them it practically made my knees buckle. I cleaned myself thoroughly with the very feminine smelling body wash that was in my shower and saved my vagina for last. I was a little scared to touch, but when I finally brought my hands to it I almost fell down with the intense shock wave it sent through me. As I explored further I was surprised not just by the sensitivity but by how little and tight it was. I couldn't imagine how any man would even fit in it.
I turned off the shower, afraid to explore further and wiped the steam off the mirror. My body defied reality. I was soft and small but my breasts were huge, my waist impossibly thin and my hips dramatically flared. I was a walking wet dream. The bathroom contained every type of makeup known to man and I tested a few before complementing my already tattooed on makeup. It took awhile but I finally made it look respectable. Next, I tackled my hair. It seems to go right into place as it dried under the hair dryer. Probably another modification that Mr. X had designed for himself. However, this was one that I was very glad for.
Finally, I returned to the bedroom to examine the clothes that they had left me. On the top was a pair of pink thong panties with sparkling silver hearts on the front and white lace around the edges. I quickly slid them on. They fit very snugly and I could see the outline of my vagina in front and the back slid tightly between my big bubble ass cheeks. The clothing underneath seemed to be a mistake. There was a top and a pair of shorts that looked like they were made for a toddler. There seemed to be no way they would fit and I wondered if Miss Birkshire was playing a joke on me.
I started with the shorts and as I put my legs through and started pulling them up my shapely thighs I realized they were made out of some kind of stretchy fabric and they molded to whatever size they were placed on. They fit tightly over my ass just barely covering it. I had seen these type of hot pants before but obviously had never had them on myself. The top fit the same way but the bottom of it ended just below my breasts leaving the stomach open. I looked at the wall mirror in my room and was aghast. This outfit left nothing to the imagination. They hadn't provided me with a bra and the white top molded around my breasts. My nipples jutted profanely through the fabric and the entire outline was plainly visible. The pink shorts were as tight as humanly possible and although the panties hid it a little bit, my pussy was plainly visible as well. I looked over the shoulder at my backside and saw that the shorts looked painted on. My perfectly shaped, bubble butt stretching the fabric to it's limit.
I slid my heels on and wobbled to the door. I paused for a minute, terrified to leave the room. I had the sinking feeling that I would have been better off doing the jail time, but I shook it off and opened the door. There had to be a way out of the situation and I would find it.
I shut my door and made my way cautiously down the hall. My heels clicked on the floor echoing loudly. I felt my breasts and ass jiggle and sway with every step. I was nothing but a sex doll slave headed to see my master and my heart beat nearly out of my chest out of fear about what my future held.
I reached the giant staircase that cascaded down into the home's enormous foyer and paused for a moment. The opulent wealth the home represented was beyond my capacity to reason. I had been worth 68 million dollars for a short time, yet this level of wealth was far beyond anything I had ever experienced.
The stairs proved more difficult than I could imagine. I held the rail tightly and tried not to fall all the way down. I wondered if I would ever get used to high heels. At the bottom I took a left and wobbled my way across the foyer to the hall beyond. Sure enough, Mr. Carr's study was to the right. It had huge, elaborate french doors that stood wide open. I stopped for a minute to steel my nerves and then entered. My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest.
"Ahh Jenni." Said Mr. Carr as I entered. He stood up from his desk and walked towards me motioning for me to move to the center of the room. I was suddenly, acutely aware of the tight little outfit I wore. His blue eyes examined my body closely.
"Stand still with your arms at your sides." He commanded.
I did what I was told and felt a surge of arousal shoot threw my body. He walked around me examining my backside carefully. Without warning I felt a very hard swat on my ass.
"What did I say about addressing me, Jenni?" He said with irritation in his voice.
I swallowed hard and managed to get it out. "Sorry, Sir. I should have yes Sir."
He laughed at my high, emotional voice and I felt my pussy get wetter and wetter. "Good girl, but I warned you there would be consequences for forgetting, didn't I? The only way to learn for next time is to get a reminder. Completely remove all of your clothing, except for your shoes and walk to the couch."
I was shocked at his command and humiliated beyond words. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. "I'm sorry Sir. Really I am. It won't happen again." I sounded like such a little girl and hated it!
"I'm losing patience, Jenni." He said as he sauntered toward the couch. The man was incredibly fit and muscular. He wore only a black t-shirt and slacks and his huge chest and arms bulged out of the shirt. He sat down and relaxed.
I peeled the top off springing my breasts free. They bounced profanely heightening my embarrassment. I caught Mr. Carr's smirk as I reached down to pull off the extremely tight hot pants. Soon I was wearing just the pink thong panties. "Remove those too." He said when I hesitated.
I slid them over my round bubble ass and down my shapely thighs trying to retain as much dignity as possible. However, I almost tumbled to the floor when they got caught up on the heels. Finally they were free and I began my wobbly walk to the couch. I could feel my breasts ripple and bounce with each step and I was all I could do to not break down and start crying with shame.
When I finally reached him, he reached up and grabbed my arm causing me to fall unceremoniously over his lap and onto the couch. He quickly positioned me so that my butt was right over his lap. I could feel his muscular thighs, but alarmingly his very hard, very large penis as well through the slacks. His hand rubbed my ass possessively. "Your ass is quite amazing, Jenni. About as perfect as possible. I couldn't have designed it better if I had made it myself."
"Thank you Sir." I squeaked. I felt so little and vulnerable in this position.
There is no way to adequately describe the humiliation I was feeling at that moment. Having been a man only a few months before, being in this helpless, utterly degrading position was almost unbearable. My face burned with extreme shame.
He must have spent two or three minutes just rubbing my ass and upper thighs before he began. The first swat stung, but he was holding back. With each subsequent stroke the power intensified and by the 15th stroke I was gasping and whimpering. Inside, I could feel the eruption brewing. Like before in the police station, I knew there was no stopping it. The arousal had a mind of it's own and as it built up power, I prayed that it would happen after he was done and not before while I lay over his lap. He stopped at 25 and began to softly caress my vagina, sticking one then two fingers in. This was simply too much and the volcano of my orgasm took over my body. Just like before it was ten times, maybe even 100 times more intense than anything I had ever felt as a man. The convulsions gripped his fingers and my hips buckled and bounced on his lap. My voice was a constant, high-pitched whimper.
When it was finally done several minutes had transpired and I lay breathing heavily sprawled across his lap. I was completely spent. However, he wasn't done. "Jenni, stand up." He commanded. I rose clumsily to my feet and he followed directing me to the end of the couch where he quickly bent me over. My face and breasts fell onto the seat of the couch with my hips propped up on the arm and my feet on the floor.
From behind I heard the sound of his belt getting unbuckled then his pants hitting the floor. I couldn't believe what was happening but I seemed powerless to resist. I was actually going to get fucked by a man. I was horrified but my vagina was once more on fire. Within seconds I felt the head of what seemed like an enormous cock push up against my tiny little pussy. To my amazement it gradually slid in and I felt his hips up against my ass. It was an extremely tight fit, but I was so wet and soft from the spanking that I felt little pain. I felt him almost completely pull out but then thrust back in...this time with a little more power. Each stroke increased in intensity and before long he was banging into me with hard, powerful, fast strokes that shook my body and caused a slap each time his hips banged into my ass. Once again I felt the buildup in my body. It didn't seem possible but within minutes of the first orgasm, my body was on the verge of a second. When it happened it exploded with the same dramatic release as the first and I involuntarily screamed in my girly falsetto. I was completely devoid of any control.
Suddenly he pulled out and I felt his load spraying onto my back. I instantly felt extreme emptiness and the intense shame of being cum on. I heard him breathing heavily for a moment before he yanked me to my feet by my hair. I let out a girly surprised squeal. He slapped me on my bare ass and pointed towards the door. "Get dressed and report to Miss Birkshire's office. She will have your first assignment." He said smiling. "You are going to be quite a nice addition to my staff. Now hurry."
"Thank you Sir." I said softly looking at the floor.
He went to work without paying me any more mind and I dressed and I walked out of of the room deeply ashamed of myself. What have I become? I thought to myself with revulsion.
The stairs proved more difficult than I could imagine. I held the rail tightly and tried not to fall all the way down. I wondered if I would ever get used to high heels. At the bottom I took a left and wobbled my way across the foyer to the hall beyond. Sure enough, Mr. Carr's study was to the right. It had huge, elaborate french doors that stood wide open. I stopped for a minute to steel my nerves and then entered. My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest.
"Ahh Jenni." Said Mr. Carr as I entered. He stood up from his desk and walked towards me motioning for me to move to the center of the room. I was suddenly, acutely aware of the tight little outfit I wore. His blue eyes examined my body closely.
"Stand still with your arms at your sides." He commanded.
I did what I was told and felt a surge of arousal shoot threw my body. He walked around me examining my backside carefully. Without warning I felt a very hard swat on my ass.
"What did I say about addressing me, Jenni?" He said with irritation in his voice.
I swallowed hard and managed to get it out. "Sorry, Sir. I should have yes Sir."
He laughed at my high, emotional voice and I felt my pussy get wetter and wetter. "Good girl, but I warned you there would be consequences for forgetting, didn't I? The only way to learn for next time is to get a reminder. Completely remove all of your clothing, except for your shoes and walk to the couch."
I was shocked at his command and humiliated beyond words. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. "I'm sorry Sir. Really I am. It won't happen again." I sounded like such a little girl and hated it!
"I'm losing patience, Jenni." He said as he sauntered toward the couch. The man was incredibly fit and muscular. He wore only a black t-shirt and slacks and his huge chest and arms bulged out of the shirt. He sat down and relaxed.
I peeled the top off springing my breasts free. They bounced profanely heightening my embarrassment. I caught Mr. Carr's smirk as I reached down to pull off the extremely tight hot pants. Soon I was wearing just the pink thong panties. "Remove those too." He said when I hesitated.
I slid them over my round bubble ass and down my shapely thighs trying to retain as much dignity as possible. However, I almost tumbled to the floor when they got caught up on the heels. Finally they were free and I began my wobbly walk to the couch. I could feel my breasts ripple and bounce with each step and I was all I could do to not break down and start crying with shame.
When I finally reached him, he reached up and grabbed my arm causing me to fall unceremoniously over his lap and onto the couch. He quickly positioned me so that my butt was right over his lap. I could feel his muscular thighs, but alarmingly his very hard, very large penis as well through the slacks. His hand rubbed my ass possessively. "Your ass is quite amazing, Jenni. About as perfect as possible. I couldn't have designed it better if I had made it myself."
"Thank you Sir." I squeaked. I felt so little and vulnerable in this position.
There is no way to adequately describe the humiliation I was feeling at that moment. Having been a man only a few months before, being in this helpless, utterly degrading position was almost unbearable. My face burned with extreme shame.
He must have spent two or three minutes just rubbing my ass and upper thighs before he began. The first swat stung, but he was holding back. With each subsequent stroke the power intensified and by the 15th stroke I was gasping and whimpering. Inside, I could feel the eruption brewing. Like before in the police station, I knew there was no stopping it. The arousal had a mind of it's own and as it built up power, I prayed that it would happen after he was done and not before while I lay over his lap. He stopped at 25 and began to softly caress my vagina, sticking one then two fingers in. This was simply too much and the volcano of my orgasm took over my body. Just like before it was ten times, maybe even 100 times more intense than anything I had ever felt as a man. The convulsions gripped his fingers and my hips buckled and bounced on his lap. My voice was a constant, high-pitched whimper.
When it was finally done several minutes had transpired and I lay breathing heavily sprawled across his lap. I was completely spent. However, he wasn't done. "Jenni, stand up." He commanded. I rose clumsily to my feet and he followed directing me to the end of the couch where he quickly bent me over. My face and breasts fell onto the seat of the couch with my hips propped up on the arm and my feet on the floor.
From behind I heard the sound of his belt getting unbuckled then his pants hitting the floor. I couldn't believe what was happening but I seemed powerless to resist. I was actually going to get fucked by a man. I was horrified but my vagina was once more on fire. Within seconds I felt the head of what seemed like an enormous cock push up against my tiny little pussy. To my amazement it gradually slid in and I felt his hips up against my ass. It was an extremely tight fit, but I was so wet and soft from the spanking that I felt little pain. I felt him almost completely pull out but then thrust back in...this time with a little more power. Each stroke increased in intensity and before long he was banging into me with hard, powerful, fast strokes that shook my body and caused a slap each time his hips banged into my ass. Once again I felt the buildup in my body. It didn't seem possible but within minutes of the first orgasm, my body was on the verge of a second. When it happened it exploded with the same dramatic release as the first and I involuntarily screamed in my girly falsetto. I was completely devoid of any control.
Suddenly he pulled out and I felt his load spraying onto my back. I instantly felt extreme emptiness and the intense shame of being cum on. I heard him breathing heavily for a moment before he yanked me to my feet by my hair. I let out a girly surprised squeal. He slapped me on my bare ass and pointed towards the door. "Get dressed and report to Miss Birkshire's office. She will have your first assignment." He said smiling. "You are going to be quite a nice addition to my staff. Now hurry."
"Thank you Sir." I said softly looking at the floor.
He went to work without paying me any more mind and I dressed and I walked out of of the room deeply ashamed of myself. What have I become? I thought to myself with revulsion.
I spent the walk across the foyer and up the huge stairs fighting back tears. I had never been very emotional as a man, but now I seemed to be constantly on the verge of tears. My situation, of course, was bleak, but it was more than that. I knew that Mr. X had infected me with the complex, strong emotions of a woman. When I reached Ms. Birkshire's office, I tapped softly on the door and tried to compose myself.
"Come in."
I opened the door and was greeted with a very large, well-appointed office. Ms. Birkshire stood up and walked towards me with a mix of confusion and anger on her face. "What is going on!" She screeched. "You are a complete mess! Your makeup is running and your hair is out of place!" She walked around and looked at my back. "You sick little whore! Wash your back and get yourself presentable before you come to my office! Do you understand?"
"Yes Ma'am." I squeaked looking down at the floor.
"If you come into my office looking like this again, I will spank you myself and I am much more strict than any man in that endeavor I can assure you."
I didn't doubt her. "Sorry ma'am." I said almost in a whisper and turned to leave.
"I didn't dismiss you yet!" She said in an angry hiss. She opened a closet door and pulled out a French Maid's outfit that looked exactly like the one I had seen earlier. She must have seen the reaction of absolute horror that cross my face because her face immediately assumed a wicked smile. "Are you too good to be a maid, little whore? You will clean yourself up, put this maid's outfit on and report back to my office immediately. Do you understand?"
I nodded meekly. "Yes, Ma'am." I had been a CEO of a multi-million dollar company and worth 68 million dollars, now I was going to be a maid in a skimpy little outfit dusting and cleaning toilets. However, as I took the outfit from her hand, I felt a surge of intense arousal. 'Fucking Mr. X!' I thought. That weird asshole had ruined my life and made me aroused over the humiliation of it.
"We were lucky and found an outfit in your size in the closet." She said with evil glee stepping right into my face. "I bet all these men your encountered think you are just a stripper or hooker, don't they? Well, I know better. I can see plainly by looking at you that there is something more to your story. You were probably a rich daddy's girl and then something happened. Maybe drugs? Maybe daddy's lost all his money in the financial collapse?" She giggled to herself. "Yes, I'm going to enjoy bringing you down to size. Now, get yourself cleaned and presentable and get back here."
I hurried to my room and started the shower. Ms. Birkshire was horribly evil. How was I going to work for her. The tears were flowing freely now and I collapsed in a heap on the bed allowing myself to sob for a few minutes. However, that's all the time I dared take. If I didn't hurry, Ms. Birkshire would not hesitate to punish me in some wicked way.
I washed the cum from my back and cleaned every part of my soft, curvy body thoroughly. Then, I wrapped myself in a white, fluffy towel and applied the makeup the best I could. The pink finger and toenail polish seemed to be in excellent shape so I left that alone. Lastly I styled my hair, but that was easy due to the almost magical way it fell into place with the least effort. Lastly, I began the dressing. The outfit came with very frilly white, thong panties and a frilly white push-up style bra. I put them on quickly blanching at the humiliating effect they had on my body. My huge breasts looked even bigger and I thought with melancholy about how my old self would have been so excited to fuck the girl I now was.
In addition to the lingerie there was a head piece, frilly wrist pieces, frilly white stockings and extremely tall white heels. The dress itself looked really small and when I finally wiggled into it, I found with embarrassment it was designed to push my breasts together and up even more than the bra was. The effect was massive cleavage. The bottom barely covered my ass and included black petticoats that made my bubble butt seem even more flared than it really was. Once all the pieces were in place and I was wobbling precariously on the high heels, I looked in the mirror. The most sexy, curvy, beautiful French maid I had ever seen stared back at me with huge, frightened eyes. My vagina lubricated involuntarily and I seemed to on the precipice of another orgasm just from the humiliation of the outfit.
I opened the door and clumsily made my way down the hall. These new heels were even higher than the pink ones and it took every effort not to fall on my face. Once again I tapped softly on Ms. Birkshire's door.
When I entered her face lit up. "Oh Jenni, you are such a fetching maid." I wanted to slap the wide, evil grin off of her face, but I knew it would only make my situation worse.
"Let's get right down to business, shall we? I imagine you haven't done much cleaning in your sheltered life, have you?" She didn't realize how right she was.
"No ma'am."
"Well let's give you some lessons." For the next hour Ms. Birkshire took me through the basics of house cleaning making me repeat what she said and try the different skills. It was going to be arduous work. Especially in the heels. And bending and contorting my body in the dress, especially when others might be around was going to be degrading. When she was finished, we returned to her office. "Now, Jenni, this last instruction is very important. As a maid in this house, you are to be very accommodating to any guest Mr. Carr has staying here. As you clean, they may have questions or instructions for you. You must carry out their requests quickly and respectfully. Do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am." The thought of this repulsed me and I began to get even more nervous.
"Mr. Carr takes rude behavior to his guests very seriously. Do not disappoint me in this! When you respond to a superior or a guest and you are in maid's uniform you must curtsy and say 'yes ma'am or sir.' Do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Do you know how to curtsy?"
"No ma'am."
"Put one leg behind the other, bow your head, hold each side of your dress and bend at the knees."
I followed the instructions and curtsied feeling my breasts shake a little as I did. The curtsy almost put me over the edge and I knew with the slightest touch I would erupt into a massive orgasm. It seemed I was destined to live my life in a constant state of humiliation and arousal.
To my surprise, Ms. Birkshire walked forward and thrust her hand under my dress. "Just as I suspected." She said in a breathy voice. "You have soiled your panties." She shoved me forward so that my hands caught my fall on the wall and I was bent at the waist. Then she proceeded to hold my dress up with one hand and spank me five times on each cheek of my thong clad ass. As I erupted once more into a uncontrollable, intense orgasm she whispered in my ear and stuck her hand up against my sex. "Don't ever soil your panties again before work. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am." I whimpered as my pussy convulsed up against her hand again and again and again.
"Come in."
I opened the door and was greeted with a very large, well-appointed office. Ms. Birkshire stood up and walked towards me with a mix of confusion and anger on her face. "What is going on!" She screeched. "You are a complete mess! Your makeup is running and your hair is out of place!" She walked around and looked at my back. "You sick little whore! Wash your back and get yourself presentable before you come to my office! Do you understand?"
"Yes Ma'am." I squeaked looking down at the floor.
"If you come into my office looking like this again, I will spank you myself and I am much more strict than any man in that endeavor I can assure you."
I didn't doubt her. "Sorry ma'am." I said almost in a whisper and turned to leave.
"I didn't dismiss you yet!" She said in an angry hiss. She opened a closet door and pulled out a French Maid's outfit that looked exactly like the one I had seen earlier. She must have seen the reaction of absolute horror that cross my face because her face immediately assumed a wicked smile. "Are you too good to be a maid, little whore? You will clean yourself up, put this maid's outfit on and report back to my office immediately. Do you understand?"
I nodded meekly. "Yes, Ma'am." I had been a CEO of a multi-million dollar company and worth 68 million dollars, now I was going to be a maid in a skimpy little outfit dusting and cleaning toilets. However, as I took the outfit from her hand, I felt a surge of intense arousal. 'Fucking Mr. X!' I thought. That weird asshole had ruined my life and made me aroused over the humiliation of it.
"We were lucky and found an outfit in your size in the closet." She said with evil glee stepping right into my face. "I bet all these men your encountered think you are just a stripper or hooker, don't they? Well, I know better. I can see plainly by looking at you that there is something more to your story. You were probably a rich daddy's girl and then something happened. Maybe drugs? Maybe daddy's lost all his money in the financial collapse?" She giggled to herself. "Yes, I'm going to enjoy bringing you down to size. Now, get yourself cleaned and presentable and get back here."
I hurried to my room and started the shower. Ms. Birkshire was horribly evil. How was I going to work for her. The tears were flowing freely now and I collapsed in a heap on the bed allowing myself to sob for a few minutes. However, that's all the time I dared take. If I didn't hurry, Ms. Birkshire would not hesitate to punish me in some wicked way.
I washed the cum from my back and cleaned every part of my soft, curvy body thoroughly. Then, I wrapped myself in a white, fluffy towel and applied the makeup the best I could. The pink finger and toenail polish seemed to be in excellent shape so I left that alone. Lastly I styled my hair, but that was easy due to the almost magical way it fell into place with the least effort. Lastly, I began the dressing. The outfit came with very frilly white, thong panties and a frilly white push-up style bra. I put them on quickly blanching at the humiliating effect they had on my body. My huge breasts looked even bigger and I thought with melancholy about how my old self would have been so excited to fuck the girl I now was.
In addition to the lingerie there was a head piece, frilly wrist pieces, frilly white stockings and extremely tall white heels. The dress itself looked really small and when I finally wiggled into it, I found with embarrassment it was designed to push my breasts together and up even more than the bra was. The effect was massive cleavage. The bottom barely covered my ass and included black petticoats that made my bubble butt seem even more flared than it really was. Once all the pieces were in place and I was wobbling precariously on the high heels, I looked in the mirror. The most sexy, curvy, beautiful French maid I had ever seen stared back at me with huge, frightened eyes. My vagina lubricated involuntarily and I seemed to on the precipice of another orgasm just from the humiliation of the outfit.
I opened the door and clumsily made my way down the hall. These new heels were even higher than the pink ones and it took every effort not to fall on my face. Once again I tapped softly on Ms. Birkshire's door.
When I entered her face lit up. "Oh Jenni, you are such a fetching maid." I wanted to slap the wide, evil grin off of her face, but I knew it would only make my situation worse.
"Let's get right down to business, shall we? I imagine you haven't done much cleaning in your sheltered life, have you?" She didn't realize how right she was.
"No ma'am."
"Well let's give you some lessons." For the next hour Ms. Birkshire took me through the basics of house cleaning making me repeat what she said and try the different skills. It was going to be arduous work. Especially in the heels. And bending and contorting my body in the dress, especially when others might be around was going to be degrading. When she was finished, we returned to her office. "Now, Jenni, this last instruction is very important. As a maid in this house, you are to be very accommodating to any guest Mr. Carr has staying here. As you clean, they may have questions or instructions for you. You must carry out their requests quickly and respectfully. Do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am." The thought of this repulsed me and I began to get even more nervous.
"Mr. Carr takes rude behavior to his guests very seriously. Do not disappoint me in this! When you respond to a superior or a guest and you are in maid's uniform you must curtsy and say 'yes ma'am or sir.' Do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Do you know how to curtsy?"
"No ma'am."
"Put one leg behind the other, bow your head, hold each side of your dress and bend at the knees."
I followed the instructions and curtsied feeling my breasts shake a little as I did. The curtsy almost put me over the edge and I knew with the slightest touch I would erupt into a massive orgasm. It seemed I was destined to live my life in a constant state of humiliation and arousal.
To my surprise, Ms. Birkshire walked forward and thrust her hand under my dress. "Just as I suspected." She said in a breathy voice. "You have soiled your panties." She shoved me forward so that my hands caught my fall on the wall and I was bent at the waist. Then she proceeded to hold my dress up with one hand and spank me five times on each cheek of my thong clad ass. As I erupted once more into a uncontrollable, intense orgasm she whispered in my ear and stuck her hand up against my sex. "Don't ever soil your panties again before work. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am." I whimpered as my pussy convulsed up against her hand again and again and again.
When the convulsions finally finished, Ms. Birkshire removed her hand from between my legs and smiled condescendingly. "You are quite the ripe peach aren't you Jenni?"
"Yes, ma'am." I said breathing heavily and completely mortified by what just occurred.
Ms. Birkshire walked into her large closet and came out with an identical pair of white, lacy thong panties. "Put your soiled panties in the laundry and put these on. You need to be presentable at all times for our guests."
"Yes, ma'am." I said quietly.
"Get to work immediately on guest rooms 201, 202 and 203. You are dismissed. And Jenni, you will treat all guests with complete submission and respect. Do you understand!"
"Yes, Ma'am."
I wobbled off to my room and switched the panties. The soiled ones were sopping wet. I don't think I had ever been with a girl who had lubricated like I did now. I took a moment to examine the silver GPS anklet. No matter how hard I searched with my fingers, there didn't seem to be any groove or crevice or button to open it. There was no use trying escape now, they would find me in minutes and inflict some severe punishment upon me. I would just have to sneak the control device from Ms. Birkshire. For now though, I would have to continue my duties. I took a deep breath and exited my room.
With relief I saw no one in the hall and I proceeded to the supply closet and grabbed a maid's cart with all the supplies needed for cleaning. There was a service elevator that went to the 2nd floor and I hit the button with my heart beating out of control. I couldn't stomach the idea that a guest might be in the room or in the hall. The elevator dinged and opened to a completely silent and empty hall. I breathed a sigh of relief and pushed the cart down the hall towards room 201. However, my body tensed up when I heard two male voices coming from somewhere. The voices got louder and louder and I began to push the cart faster and faster, praying that I would reach 201 before they came into view. However, it was to no avail. Two young men about 20 years old came around the corner. They were shirtless and wearing swim trunks. Their hair was messy and wet. They must have just come from the pool. Both men were very fit and tan with identical looking 6 pack abs. They towered over me even with the extreme heels on.
"Check this one out!" Said the one on the right laughing. They stopped in front of me so I stopped the cart as well. I knew what had to be done, but I couldn't seem to make myself do it. I couldn't bow and curtsy to these young punks and call them sir.
They waited a moment before the one on the left spoke. "Aren't you forgetting something bitch?" When I didn't answer he continued. "You aren't being very respectful."
"Could I please get by?" I said. My voice was high and squeaky. I just wanted to curl up and hide. I felt so emotional.
"Not until you show us the proper respect, or would you like me to go get Ms. Birkshire?" said the boy on the left.
With shaking hands I grasped each side of my skirt, bowed my head, and curtsied. My breasts bounced with the effort. "Good Afternoon, Sirs." My voice broke as I spoke and I almost began to cry.
They both giggled at my humiliation. "Good girl, now get the fuck back to work!" said the one on the right. I felt utterly degraded and as I continued my walk I realized that my panties were completely drenched again. The boys continued their walk and I could hear their voices well down the hall.
"Yes, ma'am." I said breathing heavily and completely mortified by what just occurred.
Ms. Birkshire walked into her large closet and came out with an identical pair of white, lacy thong panties. "Put your soiled panties in the laundry and put these on. You need to be presentable at all times for our guests."
"Yes, ma'am." I said quietly.
"Get to work immediately on guest rooms 201, 202 and 203. You are dismissed. And Jenni, you will treat all guests with complete submission and respect. Do you understand!"
"Yes, Ma'am."
I wobbled off to my room and switched the panties. The soiled ones were sopping wet. I don't think I had ever been with a girl who had lubricated like I did now. I took a moment to examine the silver GPS anklet. No matter how hard I searched with my fingers, there didn't seem to be any groove or crevice or button to open it. There was no use trying escape now, they would find me in minutes and inflict some severe punishment upon me. I would just have to sneak the control device from Ms. Birkshire. For now though, I would have to continue my duties. I took a deep breath and exited my room.
With relief I saw no one in the hall and I proceeded to the supply closet and grabbed a maid's cart with all the supplies needed for cleaning. There was a service elevator that went to the 2nd floor and I hit the button with my heart beating out of control. I couldn't stomach the idea that a guest might be in the room or in the hall. The elevator dinged and opened to a completely silent and empty hall. I breathed a sigh of relief and pushed the cart down the hall towards room 201. However, my body tensed up when I heard two male voices coming from somewhere. The voices got louder and louder and I began to push the cart faster and faster, praying that I would reach 201 before they came into view. However, it was to no avail. Two young men about 20 years old came around the corner. They were shirtless and wearing swim trunks. Their hair was messy and wet. They must have just come from the pool. Both men were very fit and tan with identical looking 6 pack abs. They towered over me even with the extreme heels on.
"Check this one out!" Said the one on the right laughing. They stopped in front of me so I stopped the cart as well. I knew what had to be done, but I couldn't seem to make myself do it. I couldn't bow and curtsy to these young punks and call them sir.
They waited a moment before the one on the left spoke. "Aren't you forgetting something bitch?" When I didn't answer he continued. "You aren't being very respectful."
"Could I please get by?" I said. My voice was high and squeaky. I just wanted to curl up and hide. I felt so emotional.
"Not until you show us the proper respect, or would you like me to go get Ms. Birkshire?" said the boy on the left.
With shaking hands I grasped each side of my skirt, bowed my head, and curtsied. My breasts bounced with the effort. "Good Afternoon, Sirs." My voice broke as I spoke and I almost began to cry.
They both giggled at my humiliation. "Good girl, now get the fuck back to work!" said the one on the right. I felt utterly degraded and as I continued my walk I realized that my panties were completely drenched again. The boys continued their walk and I could hear their voices well down the hall.
I made it the rest of the way to room 201 without incident and I was relieved to find the suite empty. It was large and lavish and had an attached bedroom and large bathroom. Obviously, Mr. Carr treated his guests quite well. Unfortunately the suite was filthy, so I got to work immediately. It was hard to move quickly in the extremely tall heels and my ankles were very sore after a few minutes. However, I pushed on and after 30 minutes or so the room was straightened and I had begun to run the vacuum cleaner.
The work was monotonous and it gave me time to think about escape. I knew it wouldn't be easy and if I made it Mr. Carr would most likely get the charges against me reinstated. I would be penniless and on the run from the law. Not only would I need to find a way to remove the GPS tracker from my ankle but I would need to steal something from the house. Money or anything else I could quickly turn into cash. Otherwise, I would be back in county lockup awaiting a long prison sentence.
Suddenly, I felt like I was being watched and when I looked up at the door I saw a very angry looking Ms. Birkshire standing in it. A chill rushed through my spine as I shut off the vacuum. She was followed into the room by an extremely intimidating looking security guard. Before I could say a word he had pinned my arms tightly behind my back. I let out a girly squeal in shock and fear. Ms. Birkshire held a device in front of me that looked like a small dildo with a harness.
"Jenni, what was the last thing I told you before I sent you off to work?" She said with venom in her voice.
I searched my brain for an answer. There were so many things she had told me and in my fear I could remember nothing. I remained in terrified silence for at least 10-15 seconds before answering. "I'm sorry ma'am, I can't remember."
"Perhaps, this little helper of mine will improve your memory?" She said waving the device in front of my eyes. Without hesitation she lubricated the device, pulled down my panties and pushed it into my anus. I let out another shocked gasp that sounded even more embarrassingly feminine than the first one. She pulled the harness tightly into place around my waist and around each of my legs, then snapped on a little padlock that locked it in place.
She popped up from her crouch and I noticed a little control device in her hand with a knob and a button. "Now Jenni...are you sure you don't remember the last thing I told you?" I was completely mute as my brain raced through what to say. "Let me remind you. I told you to be completely submissive and respectful to all of Mr. Carr's guests. I understand that you ran into a Mr. Hughes and Mr. Miller in the hallway and refused to curtsy to them?"
My heart was racing. Those little shits must have complained about me. "I curtsied to them, ma'am!" I said desperately. "They are lying!"
Ms. Birkshire looked even more enraged. "They are lying!?" She spat. "You are accusing Mr. Carr's guests of lying!? They told me that they had to remind you to be courteous and that you only curtsied and respectfully greeted them when they insisted. Is this a lie?"
"I just forgot ma'am!" I sounded horribly desperate and despicably girly. My voice was so high and full of emotion. Ms. Birkshire motioned for the security guard to leave and he freed my arms and left quickly.
Ms. Birkshire held the device up and pushed the button. The pain was indescribable. Instantly I was limp and crashing to the ground. When she released her finger from the button I was on the floor with drool running out of my mouth. I looked up at her through blurry, tear filled eyes.
"Please ma'am. I...I...promise it won't happen again...please." At that moment there was not a thing in the world I wouldn't have done to get her to remove that device.
She crouched down close to me, her finger lightly tapping, but not compressing the button. "Usually, Jenni, one tap of this button is enough to make a girl submissive forever, but occasionally there are girls who need more reminders and I have a bigger, strong model for them." She said with an evil glint in her eye. "Would you like me to take it off or would you like to wear it the rest of the day?"
"Please ma'am. I will do whatever is asked of me! Please, please take it off." I begged. I couldn't imagine anything stronger than I had just experienced. Even the thought of one more tap of the small one made me shake in fear.
She removed the device and placed it in a plastic bag. The pain had started to subside and I realized that I lay in a puddle of my own urine.
"You need to clean up your mess and return to your room to freshen up. I will have another uniform delivered to you. And Jenni, once you have freshened up you will proceed immediately to room 222 and apologize to Mr. Hughes and Mr. Miller. Once that has been completed, you may resume your duties."
"Yes ma'am." I nearly whispered. The thought of apologizing to those punks was repulsive, but I simply couldn't handle another second with that device on.
Back in my room there was a fresh clean uniform and everything to go with it. I rinsed off in the shower, freshened up my makeup and put then uniform on quickly. I was scared to death of Ms. Birkshire now and I would do anything to avoid her wrath, but the thought of apologizing submissively to the punk kids made me want to puke.
I took the elevator down to floor 2 and made the long walk down the hall tottering on my heels and fighting back tears. The bounce and shake of my curvaceous body made me feel so vulnerable and feminine. This new dress seemed even tighter and shorter than the last. I reached the door and after pausing and steeling my nerves the best I could, I knocked.
One of the boys yelled, "Come in!"
I opened the door with trembling hands and entered. The two boys sat with arrogant, self-satisfied smiles on their faces. They were on a couch playing video games on a giant screen TV.
"Well what do we have here? It looks like our rude little maid has come to see us." They were still shirtless and wearing their swim trunks. Both of their bodies had the lean muscular features of men in their early twenties. I noticed for the first time that one of them had very dark hair and the other had much lighter sandy brown hair.
I moved to an open area in front of the couches and did an elaborate curtsy. "Sirs, please accept my sincere apologies for my rude behavior earlier." I felt my tits bounce once again as I dipped heightening the embarrassment. My face felt like it was on fire. I lowered my head submissively but not before I saw huge grins on the boy's faces.
"What's your name, maid?" Said the dark haired boy.
"My name is Jenni, Sir." My face was literally on fire with embarrassment.
"Jenni, I really like your tits." He said smiling widely.
"Thank you, Sir." I was burning with hatred for these assholes.
"Take that dress off, Jenni." Said the sandy haired boy giggling.
Once again my eyes filled up with tears and I felt my vagina lubricating.
"Now Jenni!" Said the dark haired boy.
I took a deep breath and started to slide the maid's dress off. "Good girl Jenni." Said the sandy haired boy condescendingly. I wiggled and pulled and finally the tight dress fell to the floor leaving me in a bra, panties and stockings. The humiliation was so intense that I was light headed and I thought I might pass out at any second. However, my panties were drenched with arousal.
"Completely naked, Jenni." Said one of the boys.
A tear ran down my cheek as I freed my huge breasts from the lacy white bra. They bounced and jiggled as I slid the bra off of my shoulders. My nipples were literally pencil erasers.
I started to take off the heels, but was interrupted by the sandy haired boy. "Leave the heels on!" He commanded. I began to pull off the panties exposing my tight little shaved pussy. "Is there something wrong with your mouth?" He continued. "Because I don't hear you responding to my commands."
"Sorry Sir. Yes Sir." I squeaked in my high little teenage girl voice that always shot an electric volt of humiliation through my body. I feared I would never get used to sounding like a young girl.
My panties dropped to the floor and I stood naked before them wearing only heels. My embarrassingly curvaceous body exposed and vulnerable to these 20 year old punks. They could do whatever they wanted to me without repercussion. I was completely at their mercy.
"Jump up and down." Said the sandy haired boy. They both burst out laughing. "You heard me! Jump up and down." He continued when I didn't respond immediately.
"Yes, Sir." I said and began to jump. It was really difficult in the heels and I was only able to get a few inches off the ground, but the effect was horrible. My big firm tits bounced humiliatingly up and down and they laughed uproariously.
After about 30 seconds, the dark haired boy interrupted. "Now stop jumping, turn around, and bend over and touch your toes." They giggled behind me and I could only imagine the sight of my bubble butt in this position. At that moment I realized with horror that my vagina had become so lubricated that my entire groin area was sticky wet all the way down to a great portion of my inner thighs.
"Now crawl over here." Said the dark haired boy.
I did what I was told. My tits felt enormous as they hung freely in this position. As I crawled towards them they laughed with superior arrogance in their eyes. I wasn't even human to them. Just a play toy to humiliate.
I was about half way to the couch when one of their phones rang. "Yes, Sir. Yes Mr. Carr." The sandy haired boy hung up and looked at his friend. "Mr. Carr has a job for us."
"Pity." Said the dark haired boy. "I really wanted to test out her mouth and see if she had any skills."
They got up quickly and began to dress. "You are excused get dressed and get out of here." Said the sandy haired boy.
"Don't worry sweetheart. We aren't going anywhere. You will get an opportunity to service us soon." Said the dark haired boy chuckling.
I dressed quickly, anxious to get away as soon as possible. Within a minute I was clumsily making my way out of the room atop my tall heels. I breathed a sigh of relief actually excited to get back to room 201 where I could be alone for at least awhile.
The work was monotonous and it gave me time to think about escape. I knew it wouldn't be easy and if I made it Mr. Carr would most likely get the charges against me reinstated. I would be penniless and on the run from the law. Not only would I need to find a way to remove the GPS tracker from my ankle but I would need to steal something from the house. Money or anything else I could quickly turn into cash. Otherwise, I would be back in county lockup awaiting a long prison sentence.
Suddenly, I felt like I was being watched and when I looked up at the door I saw a very angry looking Ms. Birkshire standing in it. A chill rushed through my spine as I shut off the vacuum. She was followed into the room by an extremely intimidating looking security guard. Before I could say a word he had pinned my arms tightly behind my back. I let out a girly squeal in shock and fear. Ms. Birkshire held a device in front of me that looked like a small dildo with a harness.
"Jenni, what was the last thing I told you before I sent you off to work?" She said with venom in her voice.
I searched my brain for an answer. There were so many things she had told me and in my fear I could remember nothing. I remained in terrified silence for at least 10-15 seconds before answering. "I'm sorry ma'am, I can't remember."
"Perhaps, this little helper of mine will improve your memory?" She said waving the device in front of my eyes. Without hesitation she lubricated the device, pulled down my panties and pushed it into my anus. I let out another shocked gasp that sounded even more embarrassingly feminine than the first one. She pulled the harness tightly into place around my waist and around each of my legs, then snapped on a little padlock that locked it in place.
She popped up from her crouch and I noticed a little control device in her hand with a knob and a button. "Now Jenni...are you sure you don't remember the last thing I told you?" I was completely mute as my brain raced through what to say. "Let me remind you. I told you to be completely submissive and respectful to all of Mr. Carr's guests. I understand that you ran into a Mr. Hughes and Mr. Miller in the hallway and refused to curtsy to them?"
My heart was racing. Those little shits must have complained about me. "I curtsied to them, ma'am!" I said desperately. "They are lying!"
Ms. Birkshire looked even more enraged. "They are lying!?" She spat. "You are accusing Mr. Carr's guests of lying!? They told me that they had to remind you to be courteous and that you only curtsied and respectfully greeted them when they insisted. Is this a lie?"
"I just forgot ma'am!" I sounded horribly desperate and despicably girly. My voice was so high and full of emotion. Ms. Birkshire motioned for the security guard to leave and he freed my arms and left quickly.
Ms. Birkshire held the device up and pushed the button. The pain was indescribable. Instantly I was limp and crashing to the ground. When she released her finger from the button I was on the floor with drool running out of my mouth. I looked up at her through blurry, tear filled eyes.
"Please ma'am. I...I...promise it won't happen again...please." At that moment there was not a thing in the world I wouldn't have done to get her to remove that device.
She crouched down close to me, her finger lightly tapping, but not compressing the button. "Usually, Jenni, one tap of this button is enough to make a girl submissive forever, but occasionally there are girls who need more reminders and I have a bigger, strong model for them." She said with an evil glint in her eye. "Would you like me to take it off or would you like to wear it the rest of the day?"
"Please ma'am. I will do whatever is asked of me! Please, please take it off." I begged. I couldn't imagine anything stronger than I had just experienced. Even the thought of one more tap of the small one made me shake in fear.
She removed the device and placed it in a plastic bag. The pain had started to subside and I realized that I lay in a puddle of my own urine.
"You need to clean up your mess and return to your room to freshen up. I will have another uniform delivered to you. And Jenni, once you have freshened up you will proceed immediately to room 222 and apologize to Mr. Hughes and Mr. Miller. Once that has been completed, you may resume your duties."
"Yes ma'am." I nearly whispered. The thought of apologizing to those punks was repulsive, but I simply couldn't handle another second with that device on.
Back in my room there was a fresh clean uniform and everything to go with it. I rinsed off in the shower, freshened up my makeup and put then uniform on quickly. I was scared to death of Ms. Birkshire now and I would do anything to avoid her wrath, but the thought of apologizing submissively to the punk kids made me want to puke.
I took the elevator down to floor 2 and made the long walk down the hall tottering on my heels and fighting back tears. The bounce and shake of my curvaceous body made me feel so vulnerable and feminine. This new dress seemed even tighter and shorter than the last. I reached the door and after pausing and steeling my nerves the best I could, I knocked.
One of the boys yelled, "Come in!"
I opened the door with trembling hands and entered. The two boys sat with arrogant, self-satisfied smiles on their faces. They were on a couch playing video games on a giant screen TV.
"Well what do we have here? It looks like our rude little maid has come to see us." They were still shirtless and wearing their swim trunks. Both of their bodies had the lean muscular features of men in their early twenties. I noticed for the first time that one of them had very dark hair and the other had much lighter sandy brown hair.
I moved to an open area in front of the couches and did an elaborate curtsy. "Sirs, please accept my sincere apologies for my rude behavior earlier." I felt my tits bounce once again as I dipped heightening the embarrassment. My face felt like it was on fire. I lowered my head submissively but not before I saw huge grins on the boy's faces.
"What's your name, maid?" Said the dark haired boy.
"My name is Jenni, Sir." My face was literally on fire with embarrassment.
"Jenni, I really like your tits." He said smiling widely.
"Thank you, Sir." I was burning with hatred for these assholes.
"Take that dress off, Jenni." Said the sandy haired boy giggling.
Once again my eyes filled up with tears and I felt my vagina lubricating.
"Now Jenni!" Said the dark haired boy.
I took a deep breath and started to slide the maid's dress off. "Good girl Jenni." Said the sandy haired boy condescendingly. I wiggled and pulled and finally the tight dress fell to the floor leaving me in a bra, panties and stockings. The humiliation was so intense that I was light headed and I thought I might pass out at any second. However, my panties were drenched with arousal.
"Completely naked, Jenni." Said one of the boys.
A tear ran down my cheek as I freed my huge breasts from the lacy white bra. They bounced and jiggled as I slid the bra off of my shoulders. My nipples were literally pencil erasers.
I started to take off the heels, but was interrupted by the sandy haired boy. "Leave the heels on!" He commanded. I began to pull off the panties exposing my tight little shaved pussy. "Is there something wrong with your mouth?" He continued. "Because I don't hear you responding to my commands."
"Sorry Sir. Yes Sir." I squeaked in my high little teenage girl voice that always shot an electric volt of humiliation through my body. I feared I would never get used to sounding like a young girl.
My panties dropped to the floor and I stood naked before them wearing only heels. My embarrassingly curvaceous body exposed and vulnerable to these 20 year old punks. They could do whatever they wanted to me without repercussion. I was completely at their mercy.
"Jump up and down." Said the sandy haired boy. They both burst out laughing. "You heard me! Jump up and down." He continued when I didn't respond immediately.
"Yes, Sir." I said and began to jump. It was really difficult in the heels and I was only able to get a few inches off the ground, but the effect was horrible. My big firm tits bounced humiliatingly up and down and they laughed uproariously.
After about 30 seconds, the dark haired boy interrupted. "Now stop jumping, turn around, and bend over and touch your toes." They giggled behind me and I could only imagine the sight of my bubble butt in this position. At that moment I realized with horror that my vagina had become so lubricated that my entire groin area was sticky wet all the way down to a great portion of my inner thighs.
"Now crawl over here." Said the dark haired boy.
I did what I was told. My tits felt enormous as they hung freely in this position. As I crawled towards them they laughed with superior arrogance in their eyes. I wasn't even human to them. Just a play toy to humiliate.
I was about half way to the couch when one of their phones rang. "Yes, Sir. Yes Mr. Carr." The sandy haired boy hung up and looked at his friend. "Mr. Carr has a job for us."
"Pity." Said the dark haired boy. "I really wanted to test out her mouth and see if she had any skills."
They got up quickly and began to dress. "You are excused get dressed and get out of here." Said the sandy haired boy.
"Don't worry sweetheart. We aren't going anywhere. You will get an opportunity to service us soon." Said the dark haired boy chuckling.
I dressed quickly, anxious to get away as soon as possible. Within a minute I was clumsily making my way out of the room atop my tall heels. I breathed a sigh of relief actually excited to get back to room 201 where I could be alone for at least awhile.
I worked extremely hard cleaning room 201, but as I exited the spotless room I was accosted by Miss Birkshire. "Jenni! You are just finishing 201?" She hissed.
"Yes, ma'am." I said with my eyes on the floor.
"You lazy little slut. If you would have spent less time flirting with Mr. Hughes and Mr. Miller and more time working you would have been done by now! Get finished with your rooms as soon as possible! Mr. Carr has requested you for entertainment duty tonight. He is having a dinner party for some important business partners."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Maybe you need to wear the device while you do your maid duties to help you concentrate?"
"No, ma'am. Sorry ma'am." I squeaked, fully aware of what a simpering little girl I had become. I wanted to ask her what entertainment duty meant but the mention of the device scared me almost to tears. All I could think about was having to wear that device again. I really didn't think I could take it.
I worked as fast as I could in the last two rooms, which were fortunately less messy than the first. I finished in 90 minutes and I was so tired I could barely walk as I made my way up to my room. Miss Birkshire hadn't mentioned a time for the "entertainment duty" so I took the opportunity to crash onto the bed. My feet and calves were so sore and tired from the heels and I had spent the entire night awake in the criminal justice system. In a matter of seconds I was sound asleep.
I awoke to a banging on my door. I groggily stumbled to the door and opened to see the tailor from earlier and several assistants behind him. Without a word, they began to push by me and make their way to my closet carrying massive armfuls of clothing. Within minutes they had completely filled my dresser and closet with clothing presumably tailored perfectly to my embarrassing body.
They left without a word and I took a moment to examine the clothing. Most of the outfits seemed to have little fabric. There were two maid's outfits, hanger after hanger of fantasy costumes, at least 10 club dresses, a massive selection of lingerie and swimsuits and much more. I was a little shocked by volume of clothing and the humiliating nature of it all.
It was like they had altered my brain so that I would never get used to my situation and that every new indignity and embarrassment was as powerfully humiliating as the first. As I looked at the clothing, I felt my vagina lubricating at the same time I felt the embarrassment of having to wear it all. My imaginations didn't last long, though, because I was broken out of my thoughts by Miss Birkshire's overwhelming presence.
"Jenni!" I turned and looked at her and almost peed my pants when I saw the device in her hand.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Mr. Carr's guests have arrived. They will have dinner then retire to the pool for cocktails. After they have finished precisely three cocktails, you and the other girls will join them for the party. Dinner and the cocktails will take at least 2 hours. During this time you are to make sure that you are perfect coiffed and manicured. You are to look impeccable. You are to report to the first floor girl's sitting area by 7:30 PM. This is on the left side of the first floor in the back of the house. Do you understand?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Good. Jenni, it is very important that you are polite and respectful towards these gentlemen. You are to smile and laugh at their jokes and compliment them whenever possible. If they want you to drink with them, you will drink with them. If they touch you or rub you or kiss you, you will smile and enjoy it or act like you enjoy it. It is your job, Jenni, to make sure that these men are completely satisfied and I mean completely satisfied. They are all special guests and they are all spending the night here. Do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am." I felt a lump in my throat. This evening was going to be extremely humiliating and I wasn't sure how I was going to smile through it all.
"Now, let's see, Jenni." She continued. "This is a pool party so you'll need to wear a bathing suit." She dug through one of my drawers and pulled out a tiny pink thong bikini. Then, she pulled out a pair of pink, high heeled sandals and tossed everything on the bed. "Perfect. You are going to look so sexy for Mr. Carr's guests."
"Yes, ma'am." I murmured staring at the floor. Most of my view downward was obstructed by my giant breasts. I was going to have to get used to that view.
"Jenni, if I hear that you did not behave perfectly this evening you will be wearing this in the morning!" She tapped the horrible device with her fingernail. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am" I nearly whispered in a shaking voice.
"Now, get to work. I want you to look stunning this evening."
I quickly stripped and dropped the French maid's outfit in the laundry. With my inexperience, I knew it would take all of the two hours to get ready. I showered and washed my hair noticing that not the tiniest hair had grown my body below my eyebrows. A small perk of Mr. X's modifications. Once out of the shower, my hair dried in less than five minutes into salon perfect waviness. I touched up my finger and toe nails with pink polish, then started the daunting task of adding makeup to enhance the tattooed on makeup I had been given. I struggled for an hour with trial and error before it looked presentable. I splashed on perfume and then made my way into the bedroom. The little thong bikini bottoms slid on tightly - the back disappearing into my round bubble butt and the front barely hiding my little pussy. The bikini top was made out of a very strong fabric which pushed my breasts together, and then up, putting them on embarrassing display. Lastly, I climbed into high heeled sandals.
I looked into the full length mirror at my reflection and felt my vagina begin to lubricate. I was an unbelievably sexy girl. I highly doubt I had ever seen a more gorgeous woman than I was now. I saw her jaw drop and once again I had to bring my hands to my face to prove to myself that the girl was indeed me. The bikini top was very thin and I could see my aroused nipples poking obscenely through the fabric. The thought of parading around the pool area almost naked, entertaining a group of businessmen was hard to imagine. It was truly unbearable. However, I knew I had no choice. Miss Birkshire would revel in putting me into her device if I didn't show up and if I ran they would find me immediately due to the GPS chip in my anklet. It was either extreme pain or extreme humiliation. I opted for the humiliation and made my way slowly downstairs. It was always a perilously slow trip in extreme high heels.
I found the girl's sitting room easy enough and entered to a group of women giggling and joking around. They were all dressed similar to me with high heels and thong bikinis. There was nothing but ass and boobs everywhere you looked. Most of the women seemed right at home without a care in the world and even joked about the businessmen who we could see through the window down by the pool smoking their cigars and drinking their whiskey.
"OMG! I love your hair!!" A ditzy looking brunette approached me and grabbed both my forearms. "I'm Brandy."
"I'm Jenni." I responded. "You are very pretty." I blurted. I had no idea how to make small talk with a girl as a girl and it was the first thing that came to mind. My male brain wanted to take this hot woman.
"Oh, thank you sweetie!" She gushed. "But, you are to die for! The men are going to be all over you."
"Ladies!" The authoritative voice of Miss Birkshire interrupted us and the room was immediately silent. Apparently, Miss Birkshire was respected without question by all the girls.
"I don't have to remind you that these men are very important to Mr. Carr. It doesn't matter who they are. To you, they might as well be Kings. Don't disappoint me."
With that Miss Birkshire opened the sliding door to the patio and we made our way to the pool. 12 sexed up fuck bunnies in thong bikinis. I noticed that the other women swayed seductively on their heels, floating along with little effort. I did my best as I started to fall behind, but it was no use. I bounced along clumsily trying not to fall. The men grinned widely as we approached and Mr. Carr stood. "Welcome ladies." He said in a booming deep voice.
"Yes, ma'am." I said with my eyes on the floor.
"You lazy little slut. If you would have spent less time flirting with Mr. Hughes and Mr. Miller and more time working you would have been done by now! Get finished with your rooms as soon as possible! Mr. Carr has requested you for entertainment duty tonight. He is having a dinner party for some important business partners."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Maybe you need to wear the device while you do your maid duties to help you concentrate?"
"No, ma'am. Sorry ma'am." I squeaked, fully aware of what a simpering little girl I had become. I wanted to ask her what entertainment duty meant but the mention of the device scared me almost to tears. All I could think about was having to wear that device again. I really didn't think I could take it.
I worked as fast as I could in the last two rooms, which were fortunately less messy than the first. I finished in 90 minutes and I was so tired I could barely walk as I made my way up to my room. Miss Birkshire hadn't mentioned a time for the "entertainment duty" so I took the opportunity to crash onto the bed. My feet and calves were so sore and tired from the heels and I had spent the entire night awake in the criminal justice system. In a matter of seconds I was sound asleep.
I awoke to a banging on my door. I groggily stumbled to the door and opened to see the tailor from earlier and several assistants behind him. Without a word, they began to push by me and make their way to my closet carrying massive armfuls of clothing. Within minutes they had completely filled my dresser and closet with clothing presumably tailored perfectly to my embarrassing body.
They left without a word and I took a moment to examine the clothing. Most of the outfits seemed to have little fabric. There were two maid's outfits, hanger after hanger of fantasy costumes, at least 10 club dresses, a massive selection of lingerie and swimsuits and much more. I was a little shocked by volume of clothing and the humiliating nature of it all.
It was like they had altered my brain so that I would never get used to my situation and that every new indignity and embarrassment was as powerfully humiliating as the first. As I looked at the clothing, I felt my vagina lubricating at the same time I felt the embarrassment of having to wear it all. My imaginations didn't last long, though, because I was broken out of my thoughts by Miss Birkshire's overwhelming presence.
"Jenni!" I turned and looked at her and almost peed my pants when I saw the device in her hand.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Mr. Carr's guests have arrived. They will have dinner then retire to the pool for cocktails. After they have finished precisely three cocktails, you and the other girls will join them for the party. Dinner and the cocktails will take at least 2 hours. During this time you are to make sure that you are perfect coiffed and manicured. You are to look impeccable. You are to report to the first floor girl's sitting area by 7:30 PM. This is on the left side of the first floor in the back of the house. Do you understand?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Good. Jenni, it is very important that you are polite and respectful towards these gentlemen. You are to smile and laugh at their jokes and compliment them whenever possible. If they want you to drink with them, you will drink with them. If they touch you or rub you or kiss you, you will smile and enjoy it or act like you enjoy it. It is your job, Jenni, to make sure that these men are completely satisfied and I mean completely satisfied. They are all special guests and they are all spending the night here. Do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am." I felt a lump in my throat. This evening was going to be extremely humiliating and I wasn't sure how I was going to smile through it all.
"Now, let's see, Jenni." She continued. "This is a pool party so you'll need to wear a bathing suit." She dug through one of my drawers and pulled out a tiny pink thong bikini. Then, she pulled out a pair of pink, high heeled sandals and tossed everything on the bed. "Perfect. You are going to look so sexy for Mr. Carr's guests."
"Yes, ma'am." I murmured staring at the floor. Most of my view downward was obstructed by my giant breasts. I was going to have to get used to that view.
"Jenni, if I hear that you did not behave perfectly this evening you will be wearing this in the morning!" She tapped the horrible device with her fingernail. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am" I nearly whispered in a shaking voice.
"Now, get to work. I want you to look stunning this evening."
I quickly stripped and dropped the French maid's outfit in the laundry. With my inexperience, I knew it would take all of the two hours to get ready. I showered and washed my hair noticing that not the tiniest hair had grown my body below my eyebrows. A small perk of Mr. X's modifications. Once out of the shower, my hair dried in less than five minutes into salon perfect waviness. I touched up my finger and toe nails with pink polish, then started the daunting task of adding makeup to enhance the tattooed on makeup I had been given. I struggled for an hour with trial and error before it looked presentable. I splashed on perfume and then made my way into the bedroom. The little thong bikini bottoms slid on tightly - the back disappearing into my round bubble butt and the front barely hiding my little pussy. The bikini top was made out of a very strong fabric which pushed my breasts together, and then up, putting them on embarrassing display. Lastly, I climbed into high heeled sandals.
I looked into the full length mirror at my reflection and felt my vagina begin to lubricate. I was an unbelievably sexy girl. I highly doubt I had ever seen a more gorgeous woman than I was now. I saw her jaw drop and once again I had to bring my hands to my face to prove to myself that the girl was indeed me. The bikini top was very thin and I could see my aroused nipples poking obscenely through the fabric. The thought of parading around the pool area almost naked, entertaining a group of businessmen was hard to imagine. It was truly unbearable. However, I knew I had no choice. Miss Birkshire would revel in putting me into her device if I didn't show up and if I ran they would find me immediately due to the GPS chip in my anklet. It was either extreme pain or extreme humiliation. I opted for the humiliation and made my way slowly downstairs. It was always a perilously slow trip in extreme high heels.
I found the girl's sitting room easy enough and entered to a group of women giggling and joking around. They were all dressed similar to me with high heels and thong bikinis. There was nothing but ass and boobs everywhere you looked. Most of the women seemed right at home without a care in the world and even joked about the businessmen who we could see through the window down by the pool smoking their cigars and drinking their whiskey.
"OMG! I love your hair!!" A ditzy looking brunette approached me and grabbed both my forearms. "I'm Brandy."
"I'm Jenni." I responded. "You are very pretty." I blurted. I had no idea how to make small talk with a girl as a girl and it was the first thing that came to mind. My male brain wanted to take this hot woman.
"Oh, thank you sweetie!" She gushed. "But, you are to die for! The men are going to be all over you."
"Ladies!" The authoritative voice of Miss Birkshire interrupted us and the room was immediately silent. Apparently, Miss Birkshire was respected without question by all the girls.
"I don't have to remind you that these men are very important to Mr. Carr. It doesn't matter who they are. To you, they might as well be Kings. Don't disappoint me."
With that Miss Birkshire opened the sliding door to the patio and we made our way to the pool. 12 sexed up fuck bunnies in thong bikinis. I noticed that the other women swayed seductively on their heels, floating along with little effort. I did my best as I started to fall behind, but it was no use. I bounced along clumsily trying not to fall. The men grinned widely as we approached and Mr. Carr stood. "Welcome ladies." He said in a booming deep voice.
Most of the women started flirting immediately. They laughed and smiled with the men like old pros. I held back and tried not to get noticed. The men were a variety of sizes and ages, but they had one thing in common. They all looked very rich and confident. One of the men looked directly at me and I couldn't avert eye contact in time not to catch his eye.
"Come over here sweetie." He called out condescendingly. The man was about 50 and had salt and pepper hair and a handsome chiseled face. He wore a white polo shirt and tan slacks like he had just come back from the golf course. His arms and chest looked very fit and muscular. Against my wishes, I felt an attraction towards him.
I walked over to him trying not to stumble on my heels. "I'm Mark Stratford." He said introducing himself in a big, booming confident voice.
"I'm Jenni." I responded. My high little voice sounded so ridiculous after his deep one.
"Well, Jenni, why don't you have a seat?" There was no chair available and it took me a moment but I realized with horror that he had moved his seat out and was expecting me to hop on his lap. I glanced nervously at the house and saw the figure of Ms. Birkshire staring directly at me through the patio door.
"Thank you, Mr. Stratford." I squeaked and carefully sat down on his left knee. Sitting on this man's lap like a little bimbo lit a fire of intense humiliation right through me and my vagina instantly lubricated. I would never have imagined in my entire life that I would ever sit on a man's lap and yet here I was a little submissive girl relegated to after dinner entertainment for rich businessmen.
"You don't seem very happy, Jenni?" I turned my head to him and saw a very stern look on his face.
I smiled and responded, "Sorry, Mr. Stratford, I'm just nervous. I'm new here." It was a good response because his face immediately lost the stern look and softened.
"How about a drink to loosen up?" He snapped his fingers and a server arrived immediately. "I'll have a Scotch rocks and she'll have a strawberry daiquiri." I felt an immediate twinge of anger. The asshole had ordered for me and ordered a little girl's drink while he was going to drink my old favorite. However, I took a deep breath inside my head and smiled.
"Thank you Mr. Stratford."
While the drinks were getting made he ignored me and talked business with another man at the table who also had a girl on his lap and another rubbing his shoulders. When the drinks came he turned his attention back to me with a "Cheers." I suddenly felt the shock of his hand on my inner thigh...very high on my inner thigh.
The evening went by with drinks and more drinks. After two daiquiris I felt light headed and really buzzed. I had always heard how quickly women got drunk but I was astounded that all it took was two fruity drinks. Mr. Stratford's hand kept getting higher and higher and soon he was tracing my pussy lips with his index finger. My bikini bottoms were a much darker pink from the wetness. He picked me up off his lap and without a word pulled me towards the house. When I lagged behind, he picked me up with ease and carried me into the house, up the stairs and into his opulent guest room. The trip was a blur and I was astounded by how quick and easily he carried me.
He closed the room door and set me down in front of a door sized mirror that hung on the back of a closet door. Once again it felt so repulsively wrong and humiliating to be on the verge of getting fucked by a man, yet my body was on fire with arousal. He stripped naked staring at me in the mirror and I was shocked by the size of his cock. He towered over me and I realized that he must be at least 6'2" or 6'3".
"Take your bikini off." He commanded. When I hesitated, he spanked my right ass cheek very hard and I let out an embarrassing squeal. "Take your bikini off and say 'yes daddy' when I tell you to do something."
I couldn't fucking believe my ears. This asshole actually wanted me to call him daddy! I wanted to tell him to fuck off so badly but the thought of Miss Birkshire and her torture device made me pause and count to five.
"Yes daddy." I said repulsed by my high little teenage girl voice and having to call this man "daddy."
"Good girl." He said patting me on the head condescendingly. My bikini top and bottom dropped to the floor and I stood before him in the mirror my huge tits free and on display and my bald little wet pussy vulnerable to whatever he wanted. It was a helpless and deeply stimulating feeling.
He set a chair down behind me and pulled me backwards onto his lap impaling me with his enormous cock. The fit was extremely tight but my arousal was so strong that it slowly and deeply slid into me. "There you go sweetie. Tell daddy how much you like his cock." He said as he grabbed my hips and started to bob me up and down.
"I really like daddy's cock." I said almost chocking on the horrible words.
"Good girl, look at yourself in the mirror." I opened my eyes and saw my big tits bouncing. I could actually see his cock penetrating me as his huge hands lifted my body up and down effortlessly. The visual was too much, too humiliating and I could feel the fire building inside of me. Within a few seconds I was helplessly convulsing in his lap. My pussy squeezing his cock with contraction after contraction. After about a minute it had ended and I breathed heavily as he continued to move me up and down. Suddenly, he lifted me of his lap and positioned me on the floor in front of the mirror on all fours.
"Look at yourself!" He commanded and I did. I saw a helpless little girl on all fours with her huge tits hanging between her arms. I looked flushed and aroused. He positioned himself behind me and pushed his big cock into me once again. I stared down in shame, but he grabbed my hair and yanked my head up again. "Look at yourself in the mirror and I'm not going to warn you again, say 'yes daddy' when I command you!"
"Yes daddy."
"Now thank daddy for fucking you." His voice boomed as he thrust into me harder and harder.
"Thank you daddy for fucking me." With each thrust my tits bounced forward profanely. He grinned evilly at me in mirror and thrust faster and faster. The humiliation was too much and the fire burnt inside of me again and before I could try to stop it I was once again convulsing and to my horror pushing myself backwards to meet his cock as he thrust. I came intensely and I felt almost like I was in another world. The convulsions just kept coming and coming. It was almost too much to take and I was afraid for a moment that I might pass out. When it was finally starting to ebb and I was gaining control he pulled out and flipped me onto my back.
I stared up from the floor as he positioned his knees on each side of my hips and began to cum. My brain was shocked with repulsion and intense humiliation...he was deliberately cumming on me! The cum rained down on me splashing on my tits, my stomach and even a little on my chin.
He laughed. "Now thank daddy for cumming on you."
I couldn't believe my ears! Tears welled up in my eyes, but somehow I managed to get it out.
"Thank you daddy for cumming on me." I almost whispered staring down and avoiding his gaze.
He laughed and patted me on the head. "Good girl. Now go get some sleep. If I have some free time in the morning I might call for you."
Without another word, he turned and walked into his bathroom shutting the door behind him. I rubbed the cum off my chin with the back of my hand, put the bikini back on and walked back to my room holding my shoes. I could feel the cum drying on me and couldn't wait to wash it off and try to forget. There had to be a way out of here, I thought. I just had to concentrate and I would figure it out. I had to act because it seemed like things were getting worse and worse.
On the way back to my room I stopped and as quietly as possible tried the door to Miss Birkshire's office. It was locked, but I vowed to try it every day. One of these days she might forget.
"Come over here sweetie." He called out condescendingly. The man was about 50 and had salt and pepper hair and a handsome chiseled face. He wore a white polo shirt and tan slacks like he had just come back from the golf course. His arms and chest looked very fit and muscular. Against my wishes, I felt an attraction towards him.
I walked over to him trying not to stumble on my heels. "I'm Mark Stratford." He said introducing himself in a big, booming confident voice.
"I'm Jenni." I responded. My high little voice sounded so ridiculous after his deep one.
"Well, Jenni, why don't you have a seat?" There was no chair available and it took me a moment but I realized with horror that he had moved his seat out and was expecting me to hop on his lap. I glanced nervously at the house and saw the figure of Ms. Birkshire staring directly at me through the patio door.
"Thank you, Mr. Stratford." I squeaked and carefully sat down on his left knee. Sitting on this man's lap like a little bimbo lit a fire of intense humiliation right through me and my vagina instantly lubricated. I would never have imagined in my entire life that I would ever sit on a man's lap and yet here I was a little submissive girl relegated to after dinner entertainment for rich businessmen.
"You don't seem very happy, Jenni?" I turned my head to him and saw a very stern look on his face.
I smiled and responded, "Sorry, Mr. Stratford, I'm just nervous. I'm new here." It was a good response because his face immediately lost the stern look and softened.
"How about a drink to loosen up?" He snapped his fingers and a server arrived immediately. "I'll have a Scotch rocks and she'll have a strawberry daiquiri." I felt an immediate twinge of anger. The asshole had ordered for me and ordered a little girl's drink while he was going to drink my old favorite. However, I took a deep breath inside my head and smiled.
"Thank you Mr. Stratford."
While the drinks were getting made he ignored me and talked business with another man at the table who also had a girl on his lap and another rubbing his shoulders. When the drinks came he turned his attention back to me with a "Cheers." I suddenly felt the shock of his hand on my inner thigh...very high on my inner thigh.
The evening went by with drinks and more drinks. After two daiquiris I felt light headed and really buzzed. I had always heard how quickly women got drunk but I was astounded that all it took was two fruity drinks. Mr. Stratford's hand kept getting higher and higher and soon he was tracing my pussy lips with his index finger. My bikini bottoms were a much darker pink from the wetness. He picked me up off his lap and without a word pulled me towards the house. When I lagged behind, he picked me up with ease and carried me into the house, up the stairs and into his opulent guest room. The trip was a blur and I was astounded by how quick and easily he carried me.
He closed the room door and set me down in front of a door sized mirror that hung on the back of a closet door. Once again it felt so repulsively wrong and humiliating to be on the verge of getting fucked by a man, yet my body was on fire with arousal. He stripped naked staring at me in the mirror and I was shocked by the size of his cock. He towered over me and I realized that he must be at least 6'2" or 6'3".
"Take your bikini off." He commanded. When I hesitated, he spanked my right ass cheek very hard and I let out an embarrassing squeal. "Take your bikini off and say 'yes daddy' when I tell you to do something."
I couldn't fucking believe my ears. This asshole actually wanted me to call him daddy! I wanted to tell him to fuck off so badly but the thought of Miss Birkshire and her torture device made me pause and count to five.
"Yes daddy." I said repulsed by my high little teenage girl voice and having to call this man "daddy."
"Good girl." He said patting me on the head condescendingly. My bikini top and bottom dropped to the floor and I stood before him in the mirror my huge tits free and on display and my bald little wet pussy vulnerable to whatever he wanted. It was a helpless and deeply stimulating feeling.
He set a chair down behind me and pulled me backwards onto his lap impaling me with his enormous cock. The fit was extremely tight but my arousal was so strong that it slowly and deeply slid into me. "There you go sweetie. Tell daddy how much you like his cock." He said as he grabbed my hips and started to bob me up and down.
"I really like daddy's cock." I said almost chocking on the horrible words.
"Good girl, look at yourself in the mirror." I opened my eyes and saw my big tits bouncing. I could actually see his cock penetrating me as his huge hands lifted my body up and down effortlessly. The visual was too much, too humiliating and I could feel the fire building inside of me. Within a few seconds I was helplessly convulsing in his lap. My pussy squeezing his cock with contraction after contraction. After about a minute it had ended and I breathed heavily as he continued to move me up and down. Suddenly, he lifted me of his lap and positioned me on the floor in front of the mirror on all fours.
"Look at yourself!" He commanded and I did. I saw a helpless little girl on all fours with her huge tits hanging between her arms. I looked flushed and aroused. He positioned himself behind me and pushed his big cock into me once again. I stared down in shame, but he grabbed my hair and yanked my head up again. "Look at yourself in the mirror and I'm not going to warn you again, say 'yes daddy' when I command you!"
"Yes daddy."
"Now thank daddy for fucking you." His voice boomed as he thrust into me harder and harder.
"Thank you daddy for fucking me." With each thrust my tits bounced forward profanely. He grinned evilly at me in mirror and thrust faster and faster. The humiliation was too much and the fire burnt inside of me again and before I could try to stop it I was once again convulsing and to my horror pushing myself backwards to meet his cock as he thrust. I came intensely and I felt almost like I was in another world. The convulsions just kept coming and coming. It was almost too much to take and I was afraid for a moment that I might pass out. When it was finally starting to ebb and I was gaining control he pulled out and flipped me onto my back.
I stared up from the floor as he positioned his knees on each side of my hips and began to cum. My brain was shocked with repulsion and intense humiliation...he was deliberately cumming on me! The cum rained down on me splashing on my tits, my stomach and even a little on my chin.
He laughed. "Now thank daddy for cumming on you."
I couldn't believe my ears! Tears welled up in my eyes, but somehow I managed to get it out.
"Thank you daddy for cumming on me." I almost whispered staring down and avoiding his gaze.
He laughed and patted me on the head. "Good girl. Now go get some sleep. If I have some free time in the morning I might call for you."
Without another word, he turned and walked into his bathroom shutting the door behind him. I rubbed the cum off my chin with the back of my hand, put the bikini back on and walked back to my room holding my shoes. I could feel the cum drying on me and couldn't wait to wash it off and try to forget. There had to be a way out of here, I thought. I just had to concentrate and I would figure it out. I had to act because it seemed like things were getting worse and worse.
On the way back to my room I stopped and as quietly as possible tried the door to Miss Birkshire's office. It was locked, but I vowed to try it every day. One of these days she might forget.
I awoke the next morning to a loud banging on the door. Before I could answer the huge guard who had held me down for Miss Birkshire the day before barged into the room. "Get up." He said aggressively.
I had slept in a very short pink nightie and pink thong panties because that was all I could find, but now sliding out of bed in this man's presence I was suddenly embarrassed.
"Miss Birkshire wants to see you!" He continued and grabbed my arm pulling me to the closet. "Put on a pair of heels!"
I quickly put on the pink sandals from the night before and as soon as I buckled them up, he began to pull me again.
"Stop pulling me, I'm coming!" I spat at him, surprising myself with my sudden boldness.
"I'd pull you with a leash if I had one on me you fucking bitch!" The brute pulled me directly to Miss Birkshire's room shoving me so that I almost fell as I entered.
"Good morning Jenni. Said Miss Birkshire with an evil smile. "It sounds like you had quite a night. I trust that you were a very good girl for Mr. Stratford?"
"Yes, ma'am." I squeaked.
"Good, but thats not why I called you in here. I called you in here for what happened after you left Mr. Stratford's room." She said turning her laptop around on her desk so I could see it. It was a video of the hall in front of Miss Birkshire's office. After a few seconds I came into view wearing the pink bikini and holding my high heeled sandals. She paused the video.
"Now, Jenni, do you remember me telling you that you were required to wear your high heels at all times outside of your room?"
I nodded meekly and she continued. "This is an automatic punishment, however this isn't the part of the video that I am most concerned about." She hit the play button and I waited anxiously knowing what was coming next. Sure enough the video clearly showed me trying to open Miss Birkshire's locked door.
"I...I...had a question for you." I said. Despite my best efforts to remain calm, my voice sounded panicked.
"It was 1 AM Jenni. Did you expect me to be available at 1 AM? And, why didn't you knock? The whole thing sounds like a lie to me." Her voice was very firm. A stark contrast to my weepy panicked sound. "If it were just the shoes the punishment would be a spanking but this is very serious. I'm afraid I'm going to have to put this back on Jenni." She held up the torture device. "I'm very sorry." She didn't sound sorry. As a matter of fact she seemed positively gleeful.
I felt the brute grab me from behind pinning my arms. Miss Birkshire sauntered over tapping her finger nail on the device. She took her time as she lubricated the dildo-like protrusion. With a big smile she went behind me, pushed it into my anus and locked it into place.
"Please Miss Birkshire. I'm so sorry." The tears rolled down my face. I sounded horribly broken. She sauntered back to the desk and picked up the control. "Hold your urine this time, Jenni, because if you pee your panties, I'm going to push the button again."
"Please Miss Birkshire!" I begged desperately. She stopped and put the device back on the desk.
"Are you going to be a good girl for now on Jenni?"
"Yes, ma'am, I'll do everything I'm told. I promise."
"Ok, Jenni, I'm going to give you a second chance, but I'm afraid that I'm still going to have to give you a spanking."
I never thought I would relieved about getting a spanking, but I actually was. Miss Birkshire removed the device and sat down on a couch in the back of the room. "Come here Jenni."
I walked over to the couch with my eyes submissively staring at the floor.
"Take off your panties and your nightie." She commanded and I let them fall to the floor. She guided me over her lap and once again the intense arousal began to own my body. "Michael." She looked up on the security guard. "Hold her wrists."
"Gladly." He said and tightly held my wrists pulling my hands outstretched above my head. He had an amused smile on his face as he leered at me.
Miss Birkshire rubbed my butt and upper thighs. "She has a perfectly round butt doesn't she Michael?"
"She sure does." The security guard said excitedly.
The first swat caught me by surprise and I let a girly, high-pitched squeal. Miss Birkshire's swats were hard and caused a loud slap that reverberated loudly off her walls. After about five strokes I was crying and trying to hold back an orgasm at the same time. On the 10th stroke my body exploded into an intense cum. Miss Birkshire stopped spanking and plunged two fingers into my vagina while she tickled my clitoris with another finger. The feeling was intense and the orgasm seemed to last forever.
"She is a ripe little one isn't she Michael?" I heard Miss Birkshire comment as the waves of intense release continued one after the other. When it was finally over and I just lay across her lap breathing heavily she commanded me to get up and get on all fours.
Miss Birkshire got up and kneeled in front of me. She lightly massaged my nipples. "Michael, I was watching through the camera when little Jenni here gave you some lip in her room." She got up and walked over to her desk and opened a drawer. I was faced away so I couldn't she what she was doing. "You said something about a leash. Well, it just so happens that I have one." They both laughed and I heard Miss Birkshire coming closer. She wouldn't dare I thought to myself, but I knew better.
Without warning I felt a leather collar tightly buckled to my neck and the click of a leash getting attached. "Jenni, in this house you are the lowest of the low. You are to follow the orders of any man without question. Do you understand?"
"Yes ma'am." I squeaked feeling the tears run down my cheeks.
Suddenly, I felt a bulb plunge into my anus and I thought it might be the torture device again but I felt fur or hair tickling my ass and thighs. "I thought she would look good with a tail." Said Miss Birkshire with a giggle.
"Michael, I trust you won't mind walking her to her room."
"Not at all, ma'am." He said mirthfully.
I started to get up but felt Miss Birkshire's hand force me back on all fours. "No Jenni, you get to walk back on four legs. I want you to learn a lesson about your place here."
Michael yanked on my leash and I crawled along behind with my big tits bouncing provocatively. I heard Miss Birkshire laughing gleefully as we turned the corner into the hall.
I had slept in a very short pink nightie and pink thong panties because that was all I could find, but now sliding out of bed in this man's presence I was suddenly embarrassed.
"Miss Birkshire wants to see you!" He continued and grabbed my arm pulling me to the closet. "Put on a pair of heels!"
I quickly put on the pink sandals from the night before and as soon as I buckled them up, he began to pull me again.
"Stop pulling me, I'm coming!" I spat at him, surprising myself with my sudden boldness.
"I'd pull you with a leash if I had one on me you fucking bitch!" The brute pulled me directly to Miss Birkshire's room shoving me so that I almost fell as I entered.
"Good morning Jenni. Said Miss Birkshire with an evil smile. "It sounds like you had quite a night. I trust that you were a very good girl for Mr. Stratford?"
"Yes, ma'am." I squeaked.
"Good, but thats not why I called you in here. I called you in here for what happened after you left Mr. Stratford's room." She said turning her laptop around on her desk so I could see it. It was a video of the hall in front of Miss Birkshire's office. After a few seconds I came into view wearing the pink bikini and holding my high heeled sandals. She paused the video.
"Now, Jenni, do you remember me telling you that you were required to wear your high heels at all times outside of your room?"
I nodded meekly and she continued. "This is an automatic punishment, however this isn't the part of the video that I am most concerned about." She hit the play button and I waited anxiously knowing what was coming next. Sure enough the video clearly showed me trying to open Miss Birkshire's locked door.
"I...I...had a question for you." I said. Despite my best efforts to remain calm, my voice sounded panicked.
"It was 1 AM Jenni. Did you expect me to be available at 1 AM? And, why didn't you knock? The whole thing sounds like a lie to me." Her voice was very firm. A stark contrast to my weepy panicked sound. "If it were just the shoes the punishment would be a spanking but this is very serious. I'm afraid I'm going to have to put this back on Jenni." She held up the torture device. "I'm very sorry." She didn't sound sorry. As a matter of fact she seemed positively gleeful.
I felt the brute grab me from behind pinning my arms. Miss Birkshire sauntered over tapping her finger nail on the device. She took her time as she lubricated the dildo-like protrusion. With a big smile she went behind me, pushed it into my anus and locked it into place.
"Please Miss Birkshire. I'm so sorry." The tears rolled down my face. I sounded horribly broken. She sauntered back to the desk and picked up the control. "Hold your urine this time, Jenni, because if you pee your panties, I'm going to push the button again."
"Please Miss Birkshire!" I begged desperately. She stopped and put the device back on the desk.
"Are you going to be a good girl for now on Jenni?"
"Yes, ma'am, I'll do everything I'm told. I promise."
"Ok, Jenni, I'm going to give you a second chance, but I'm afraid that I'm still going to have to give you a spanking."
I never thought I would relieved about getting a spanking, but I actually was. Miss Birkshire removed the device and sat down on a couch in the back of the room. "Come here Jenni."
I walked over to the couch with my eyes submissively staring at the floor.
"Take off your panties and your nightie." She commanded and I let them fall to the floor. She guided me over her lap and once again the intense arousal began to own my body. "Michael." She looked up on the security guard. "Hold her wrists."
"Gladly." He said and tightly held my wrists pulling my hands outstretched above my head. He had an amused smile on his face as he leered at me.
Miss Birkshire rubbed my butt and upper thighs. "She has a perfectly round butt doesn't she Michael?"
"She sure does." The security guard said excitedly.
The first swat caught me by surprise and I let a girly, high-pitched squeal. Miss Birkshire's swats were hard and caused a loud slap that reverberated loudly off her walls. After about five strokes I was crying and trying to hold back an orgasm at the same time. On the 10th stroke my body exploded into an intense cum. Miss Birkshire stopped spanking and plunged two fingers into my vagina while she tickled my clitoris with another finger. The feeling was intense and the orgasm seemed to last forever.
"She is a ripe little one isn't she Michael?" I heard Miss Birkshire comment as the waves of intense release continued one after the other. When it was finally over and I just lay across her lap breathing heavily she commanded me to get up and get on all fours.
Miss Birkshire got up and kneeled in front of me. She lightly massaged my nipples. "Michael, I was watching through the camera when little Jenni here gave you some lip in her room." She got up and walked over to her desk and opened a drawer. I was faced away so I couldn't she what she was doing. "You said something about a leash. Well, it just so happens that I have one." They both laughed and I heard Miss Birkshire coming closer. She wouldn't dare I thought to myself, but I knew better.
Without warning I felt a leather collar tightly buckled to my neck and the click of a leash getting attached. "Jenni, in this house you are the lowest of the low. You are to follow the orders of any man without question. Do you understand?"
"Yes ma'am." I squeaked feeling the tears run down my cheeks.
Suddenly, I felt a bulb plunge into my anus and I thought it might be the torture device again but I felt fur or hair tickling my ass and thighs. "I thought she would look good with a tail." Said Miss Birkshire with a giggle.
"Michael, I trust you won't mind walking her to her room."
"Not at all, ma'am." He said mirthfully.
I started to get up but felt Miss Birkshire's hand force me back on all fours. "No Jenni, you get to walk back on four legs. I want you to learn a lesson about your place here."
Michael yanked on my leash and I crawled along behind with my big tits bouncing provocatively. I heard Miss Birkshire laughing gleefully as we turned the corner into the hall.
As I crawled along the floor I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks. I had fallen so far. Just a few months ago I was big, strong, powerful, wealthy man. My life was beautiful and for the first time I had felt free and happy. Now, I was a naked, big-titted, bubble-assed slave girl crawling along the floor being led by a leash. It was just an evil twist of fate, being in the wrong place at the wrong time that had brought me to this point.
Unfortunately, the house was busy and we were passed by other girls, guests and male workers as we made our way down the hall. Some were shocked, but most laughed and made comments. The tail in my ass was uncomfortable to crawl with and tickled my ass and thighs with every movement. There were nearly constant comments about it. As we approached a couple of guests near my room they stopped us and examined my tail. They must have been at the party last night but I didn't look up to identify them. One of the men started to play the the tail twisting it around in my ass and moving it back and forth. "It's really in there good isn't little doggie?" Michael pulled my leash sharply snapping my head up.
"The man just talked to you bitch!"
"Yes, sir, it's in there tightly." I said in my weak, little girls voice. The fire inside of me was burning brightly once more. All the men laughed and I knew that I was doomed. This new body of mine reacted uncontrollably to humiliation. I was a slave to it. There was nothing I could do to stop it. Having three men laugh and examine a tail stuck in my ass while I rested on all fours completely naked was just too much. The volcano inside of me erupted once more and despite my head willing my body to stay quiet, I felt the orgasm start rippling through my groin. The men laughed once more.
"My goodness!" One of them exclaimed. "Are you cumming little doggie?"
"Yes sir." I said in a breathy whimper.
"You must like being a little doggie?" He said laughing. "You guys should keep her on a leash. She is exactly like a bitch in heat. I'm going to request you next time little doggie. You can be my little bitch. I'll walk you on a leash and keep you in a cage."
All three men laughed in an uproar.
The men left chuckling as the walked down the hall and Michael led me into my room as the last remnants of the intense orgasm slipped away. He popped the tail out and unsnapped the leash. "Stand up and get yourself clean and beautiful. You are on the schedule at the club today. Wear a pair of clear high heels and lingerie. Pack a bag with makeup, an extra set of lingerie and 2 costume outfits out of your closet. Report downstairs in the girls's sitting room in one hour. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir. I don't understand what club you are talking about though."
"Well one of the strip clubs Mr. Carr owns of course. What the fuck did you think I was talking about?"
He turned and walked out of the room and I stood there shocked. I guess I should have known that Mr. Carr would be involved in strip clubs, but despite all the humiliating things that had happened already, I couldn't wrap my head around being a stripper...having to perform on stage and give private dances submissively to random strangers. I thought with horror about my orgasmic body. I would be cumming constantly in that humiliating environment. I simply had to escape! Maybe this was what I needed. Outside of the house it would be easier to make a break for it. Going to the police was out because they were obviously in Mr. Carr's pocket. Maybe the FBI had headquarters here. I had to find a computer and look up the address for the FBI field office in Vegas. If I could just get there before they found me from the GPS device on my ankle I had a chance.
Suddenly I felt hopeful. I steeled myself for a fight. I was going to get out of the club no matter what it took and find my way to the FBI.
I showered and made myself up as sexy as possible. In the drawer I found a baby blue matching push up bra and thong panties and put them on, then packed several other sets along with a nurse's outfit and a cheerleader one complete with pompoms. I hated the thought of wearing these outfits but I knew if I showed up downstairs without them, I would be punished. Lastly, I packed a pair of running shoes that were in the closet and a tight little pair of running shorts and half shirt. They probably expected me to workout and stay fit for my duties, but I was going to use these to run away from them! I slid them to the bottom of the bag under everything else and made my way to the door and hopefully to freedom.
Unfortunately, the house was busy and we were passed by other girls, guests and male workers as we made our way down the hall. Some were shocked, but most laughed and made comments. The tail in my ass was uncomfortable to crawl with and tickled my ass and thighs with every movement. There were nearly constant comments about it. As we approached a couple of guests near my room they stopped us and examined my tail. They must have been at the party last night but I didn't look up to identify them. One of the men started to play the the tail twisting it around in my ass and moving it back and forth. "It's really in there good isn't little doggie?" Michael pulled my leash sharply snapping my head up.
"The man just talked to you bitch!"
"Yes, sir, it's in there tightly." I said in my weak, little girls voice. The fire inside of me was burning brightly once more. All the men laughed and I knew that I was doomed. This new body of mine reacted uncontrollably to humiliation. I was a slave to it. There was nothing I could do to stop it. Having three men laugh and examine a tail stuck in my ass while I rested on all fours completely naked was just too much. The volcano inside of me erupted once more and despite my head willing my body to stay quiet, I felt the orgasm start rippling through my groin. The men laughed once more.
"My goodness!" One of them exclaimed. "Are you cumming little doggie?"
"Yes sir." I said in a breathy whimper.
"You must like being a little doggie?" He said laughing. "You guys should keep her on a leash. She is exactly like a bitch in heat. I'm going to request you next time little doggie. You can be my little bitch. I'll walk you on a leash and keep you in a cage."
All three men laughed in an uproar.
The men left chuckling as the walked down the hall and Michael led me into my room as the last remnants of the intense orgasm slipped away. He popped the tail out and unsnapped the leash. "Stand up and get yourself clean and beautiful. You are on the schedule at the club today. Wear a pair of clear high heels and lingerie. Pack a bag with makeup, an extra set of lingerie and 2 costume outfits out of your closet. Report downstairs in the girls's sitting room in one hour. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir. I don't understand what club you are talking about though."
"Well one of the strip clubs Mr. Carr owns of course. What the fuck did you think I was talking about?"
He turned and walked out of the room and I stood there shocked. I guess I should have known that Mr. Carr would be involved in strip clubs, but despite all the humiliating things that had happened already, I couldn't wrap my head around being a stripper...having to perform on stage and give private dances submissively to random strangers. I thought with horror about my orgasmic body. I would be cumming constantly in that humiliating environment. I simply had to escape! Maybe this was what I needed. Outside of the house it would be easier to make a break for it. Going to the police was out because they were obviously in Mr. Carr's pocket. Maybe the FBI had headquarters here. I had to find a computer and look up the address for the FBI field office in Vegas. If I could just get there before they found me from the GPS device on my ankle I had a chance.
Suddenly I felt hopeful. I steeled myself for a fight. I was going to get out of the club no matter what it took and find my way to the FBI.
I showered and made myself up as sexy as possible. In the drawer I found a baby blue matching push up bra and thong panties and put them on, then packed several other sets along with a nurse's outfit and a cheerleader one complete with pompoms. I hated the thought of wearing these outfits but I knew if I showed up downstairs without them, I would be punished. Lastly, I packed a pair of running shoes that were in the closet and a tight little pair of running shorts and half shirt. They probably expected me to workout and stay fit for my duties, but I was going to use these to run away from them! I slid them to the bottom of the bag under everything else and made my way to the door and hopefully to freedom.
I heard voices as I rounded the corner and I entered the girl's break room to at least 10 other girls wearing sexy lingerie and high heels just like me. They prattled on about this and that in their high voices and my usual disdain for female chat was lessened by the fact that I was now one of them with my own high weak voice.
A man about 30 years old sat in the corner of the room texting on his phone. His arms, chest and legs exploded out of a pair of tight jeans and spandex shirt. He looked up, tossed his Fabio-like long hair and motioned me over. "You are the new girl, Jenni, correct?" He said matter-of-factly.
"Yes, sir."
"This is your first time at the club?"
"Yes, sir."
He took the bag from my hands and started riffling through and I felt my heart beating out of my chest. He placed each item one at a time on the table beside him and when he got to the running shoes, shorts and shirt he looked up at me perplexed. "What the fuck are these for!?"
I tried my best to sound sexy and confident. "Men love to look at me when I work out at the club, so I thought they would like runner-girl for the show."
"That's the problem with you bitches. You try to think. If you were smart you would be working in a law firm or something. You are a stripper. Strippers don't need to think." A man appeared at the door holding a set of keys. "I would have you put these back in your room, but we dont have fucking time now! Pack this up and don't wear the running shit. Got it?"
"Yes, sir." I responded relieved that he couldn't deduce my plan.
Fabio rose and yelled to all the girls. "Let's go bitches the cars are ready."
I was getting a little better on the heels but I looked nothing like the rest of them. Their hips swayed and they looked so comfortable on top of their steep heels. We piled into two limos and took off through the posh neighborhood. Several of the girls introduced themselves. There was a Brittney and a Tiffany and a Barbie.
The ride didn't take long. The club looked like any stereotypical strip club in the country. There were no windows and the building was basically a cement block with the front decorated with a facade of curvy girl silhouettes. We pulled around back to a single steel door and piled out of the limos and one by one entered the little dressing room of the club. The girls squeezed against each other touching up their makeup and gossiping about this and that.
Fabio came up behind me. "Put your shit in a locker and come see me in the office."
The office was a small room just off the girl's dressing room that also had a door to the main dance floor. The door was open and I could see the stage with several stripper poles and the nooks and crannies of seating that allowed for private areas that could still see the stage.
He didn't offer me a seat. "I imagine you have worked as a stripper before?"
"No sir."
"Really!? That shocks me."
"Well then we need to go over the rules and have a little instruction then don't we? We brought you in for the day shift because this is your first time with us. Only experienced girls do the night shift. Every girl will have at least 2, maybe 3 dances on the stage. This is like your introduction to the club. The men will see you dance and then want a private dance. Private dances are where the real money is. You can give a 1 on 1 dance at a table and charge $20 per song or you can entice them to go to the VIP area for a real private dance. These dances will last 4 songs and you can charge $100. Once you get them in the VIP area the key is to keep them there as long as possible and suck as much money out of them as you can. Tell them you are going to give them something special. Let them touch you. Rub them through their pants. Rub your ass all over them. If you have to...give a hand job. However it gets done you need to hand me $1000 at the end of the shift. You can take off everything except your panties while you are in the club area. Have you even been to a strip club? "
"Yes sir."
"Good, at least you will have some idea how to dance. I'm sure you've danced for your boyfriends. Just ask one of the girls to help you if you have any questions. Now get the fuck out of here." He reached over the desk and slapped me on the ass as I turned around." I let out a girly sounding squeal. Boy, did I hate it when I made that sound.
Once I had wobbled back into the dressing room, I assessed the situation. I could just make a run for it now, but Fabio's office door was wide open and he had full view of the back door and dressing area. If he looked up, he would see me put the running outfit on and he would certainly see the door open. Plus, I needed to sneak a look on the internet and find out where the FBI field office was. I would just have to wait.
"Five minutes ladies!!" He yelled.
I looked at the door again and dreamt about making a break for it. I could avoid the humiliation of dancing as a stripper. However, it meant a 100% chance of getting caught, so I steeled myself for the dancing. There was no avoiding it.
The announcer voice came blaring over the intercom. "Good morning Gentlemen and welcome to Club Desire." His voice oozed with the usual cheesiness of a strip club announcer. I desperately looked around for a cell phone, tablet or computer. Anything that I could look up the FBI on. But there was nothing in sight...only the computer and cell phone that sat on Fabio's desk.
"We have a plethora of beautiful ladies to arouse you today including a new beauty to take your breath away. A curvaceous blonde bombshell named Jenni!" The announcer continued and with the mention of my new name I felt the humiliation burn inside of me. This was actually going to happen. I was actually going to perform as a stripper.
"I know how impatient you gentlemen are so we are going to get started and what a better way to start than to welcome our newest addition to the Club Desire family. The lovely Jenni!" He screamed.
Fabio pointed to the stage. "Jenni, get your ass up there and dance. The rest of you girls...mingle!"
I stared at the opening to the stage but my legs wouldn't move. A sultry pop song that I vaguely remembered from my previous life blared loudly through the club. I saw Fabio approach out of the corner of my eye. I felt his breath on my ear as he spoke in a hostile tone that sounded like his teeth were clenched. "Get your ass onto that stage right now you little bitch or I will march you into Mr. Carr's office myself.
I wobbled onto the stage feeling my tits and ass bounce and jiggle. There was a smattering of applause and a couple of shouts that I couldn't make out. After a few seconds of looking like a deer in headlights I started to move my hips and tried to move to the music as I made my way to the middle of the stage. I heard a smattering of laughter and some more shouts. I thought to myself that I should have worn a costume because I had nothing to take off but my top. however, it was too late now. I had never been a good dancer in my male body but I noticed right away that I was much more in rhythm in my new, flexible body.
I put a fake smile on my face and made my way up to two men sitting right at the stage drinking their beer.
The man on the right looked up at me and shouted through an unkempt goatee, "What are you doing up there sweetheart? Why don't you get those big, beautiful tits down to my eye level?"
Dutifully, I got on my knees and then leaned forward onto my elbows sticking my breasts into his face. The two men giggled and I felt rough dollar bills getting stuck between my tits. The goatee man took a long time getting his dollar into my cleavage and stared at me with a sly grin. "Come see me after your dance, baby."
Despite the horror my situation and the humiliating ogling of the degenerates in the audience I felt the familiar warmth building in my vagina. The curse of arousal by humiliation was rearing it's ugly head.
I turned around sticking my ass in the face of the two men at the side of the stage. I heard their laughing and cat calls over the music as I crawled away to the other side of the stage where three older men sat drinking straight whiskey. As I crawled up close to them I was fighting with every thing I had to control my body. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter and I prayed that it couldn't be seen through the tiny little panties I wore but I knew that couldn't possibly be the case.
"Well look at the tits on this one." laughed the silver haired man in the middle. He took his time slipping a dollar bill between my cleavage rubbing one of his fingers in a circle around my nipple. I felt like I was going to burst at any minute.
"Well let's see those babies! The fucking song is almost done sweetheart." he continued. I pulled the dollar bills out of my cleavage and stuck them into my wet panties, then unclasped my bra. My big tits sprung free bouncing out of control and three men burst into laughter and cheered.
Now turn around so we can see that big ass of yours. I did as he ordered and I felt my pussy getting warmer and warmer. I put my head down on the stage with shame as I felt the dollar bill slide into the back of my panties. It was all too much and I couldn't control it anymore. I released into an intense orgasm; my groin muscles pulsating out of control and my hips swaying and shaking with a mind of their own. There was no doubt to anyone watching the stage dance what was happening. The three men behind me burst into loud, shocked laughter.
It must have lasted more than a minute because by the time it was over the song had ended. I stood up with my face burning in shame as the next song began and a new stripper sauntered onto stage. The crowd erupted into loud applause as I wobbled off the stage trying to control the heavy bouncing of my breasts and conceal the sopping wet state of my panties.
A man about 30 years old sat in the corner of the room texting on his phone. His arms, chest and legs exploded out of a pair of tight jeans and spandex shirt. He looked up, tossed his Fabio-like long hair and motioned me over. "You are the new girl, Jenni, correct?" He said matter-of-factly.
"Yes, sir."
"This is your first time at the club?"
"Yes, sir."
He took the bag from my hands and started riffling through and I felt my heart beating out of my chest. He placed each item one at a time on the table beside him and when he got to the running shoes, shorts and shirt he looked up at me perplexed. "What the fuck are these for!?"
I tried my best to sound sexy and confident. "Men love to look at me when I work out at the club, so I thought they would like runner-girl for the show."
"That's the problem with you bitches. You try to think. If you were smart you would be working in a law firm or something. You are a stripper. Strippers don't need to think." A man appeared at the door holding a set of keys. "I would have you put these back in your room, but we dont have fucking time now! Pack this up and don't wear the running shit. Got it?"
"Yes, sir." I responded relieved that he couldn't deduce my plan.
Fabio rose and yelled to all the girls. "Let's go bitches the cars are ready."
I was getting a little better on the heels but I looked nothing like the rest of them. Their hips swayed and they looked so comfortable on top of their steep heels. We piled into two limos and took off through the posh neighborhood. Several of the girls introduced themselves. There was a Brittney and a Tiffany and a Barbie.
The ride didn't take long. The club looked like any stereotypical strip club in the country. There were no windows and the building was basically a cement block with the front decorated with a facade of curvy girl silhouettes. We pulled around back to a single steel door and piled out of the limos and one by one entered the little dressing room of the club. The girls squeezed against each other touching up their makeup and gossiping about this and that.
Fabio came up behind me. "Put your shit in a locker and come see me in the office."
The office was a small room just off the girl's dressing room that also had a door to the main dance floor. The door was open and I could see the stage with several stripper poles and the nooks and crannies of seating that allowed for private areas that could still see the stage.
He didn't offer me a seat. "I imagine you have worked as a stripper before?"
"No sir."
"Really!? That shocks me."
"Well then we need to go over the rules and have a little instruction then don't we? We brought you in for the day shift because this is your first time with us. Only experienced girls do the night shift. Every girl will have at least 2, maybe 3 dances on the stage. This is like your introduction to the club. The men will see you dance and then want a private dance. Private dances are where the real money is. You can give a 1 on 1 dance at a table and charge $20 per song or you can entice them to go to the VIP area for a real private dance. These dances will last 4 songs and you can charge $100. Once you get them in the VIP area the key is to keep them there as long as possible and suck as much money out of them as you can. Tell them you are going to give them something special. Let them touch you. Rub them through their pants. Rub your ass all over them. If you have to...give a hand job. However it gets done you need to hand me $1000 at the end of the shift. You can take off everything except your panties while you are in the club area. Have you even been to a strip club? "
"Yes sir."
"Good, at least you will have some idea how to dance. I'm sure you've danced for your boyfriends. Just ask one of the girls to help you if you have any questions. Now get the fuck out of here." He reached over the desk and slapped me on the ass as I turned around." I let out a girly sounding squeal. Boy, did I hate it when I made that sound.
Once I had wobbled back into the dressing room, I assessed the situation. I could just make a run for it now, but Fabio's office door was wide open and he had full view of the back door and dressing area. If he looked up, he would see me put the running outfit on and he would certainly see the door open. Plus, I needed to sneak a look on the internet and find out where the FBI field office was. I would just have to wait.
"Five minutes ladies!!" He yelled.
I looked at the door again and dreamt about making a break for it. I could avoid the humiliation of dancing as a stripper. However, it meant a 100% chance of getting caught, so I steeled myself for the dancing. There was no avoiding it.
The announcer voice came blaring over the intercom. "Good morning Gentlemen and welcome to Club Desire." His voice oozed with the usual cheesiness of a strip club announcer. I desperately looked around for a cell phone, tablet or computer. Anything that I could look up the FBI on. But there was nothing in sight...only the computer and cell phone that sat on Fabio's desk.
"We have a plethora of beautiful ladies to arouse you today including a new beauty to take your breath away. A curvaceous blonde bombshell named Jenni!" The announcer continued and with the mention of my new name I felt the humiliation burn inside of me. This was actually going to happen. I was actually going to perform as a stripper.
"I know how impatient you gentlemen are so we are going to get started and what a better way to start than to welcome our newest addition to the Club Desire family. The lovely Jenni!" He screamed.
Fabio pointed to the stage. "Jenni, get your ass up there and dance. The rest of you girls...mingle!"
I stared at the opening to the stage but my legs wouldn't move. A sultry pop song that I vaguely remembered from my previous life blared loudly through the club. I saw Fabio approach out of the corner of my eye. I felt his breath on my ear as he spoke in a hostile tone that sounded like his teeth were clenched. "Get your ass onto that stage right now you little bitch or I will march you into Mr. Carr's office myself.
I wobbled onto the stage feeling my tits and ass bounce and jiggle. There was a smattering of applause and a couple of shouts that I couldn't make out. After a few seconds of looking like a deer in headlights I started to move my hips and tried to move to the music as I made my way to the middle of the stage. I heard a smattering of laughter and some more shouts. I thought to myself that I should have worn a costume because I had nothing to take off but my top. however, it was too late now. I had never been a good dancer in my male body but I noticed right away that I was much more in rhythm in my new, flexible body.
I put a fake smile on my face and made my way up to two men sitting right at the stage drinking their beer.
The man on the right looked up at me and shouted through an unkempt goatee, "What are you doing up there sweetheart? Why don't you get those big, beautiful tits down to my eye level?"
Dutifully, I got on my knees and then leaned forward onto my elbows sticking my breasts into his face. The two men giggled and I felt rough dollar bills getting stuck between my tits. The goatee man took a long time getting his dollar into my cleavage and stared at me with a sly grin. "Come see me after your dance, baby."
Despite the horror my situation and the humiliating ogling of the degenerates in the audience I felt the familiar warmth building in my vagina. The curse of arousal by humiliation was rearing it's ugly head.
I turned around sticking my ass in the face of the two men at the side of the stage. I heard their laughing and cat calls over the music as I crawled away to the other side of the stage where three older men sat drinking straight whiskey. As I crawled up close to them I was fighting with every thing I had to control my body. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter and I prayed that it couldn't be seen through the tiny little panties I wore but I knew that couldn't possibly be the case.
"Well look at the tits on this one." laughed the silver haired man in the middle. He took his time slipping a dollar bill between my cleavage rubbing one of his fingers in a circle around my nipple. I felt like I was going to burst at any minute.
"Well let's see those babies! The fucking song is almost done sweetheart." he continued. I pulled the dollar bills out of my cleavage and stuck them into my wet panties, then unclasped my bra. My big tits sprung free bouncing out of control and three men burst into laughter and cheered.
Now turn around so we can see that big ass of yours. I did as he ordered and I felt my pussy getting warmer and warmer. I put my head down on the stage with shame as I felt the dollar bill slide into the back of my panties. It was all too much and I couldn't control it anymore. I released into an intense orgasm; my groin muscles pulsating out of control and my hips swaying and shaking with a mind of their own. There was no doubt to anyone watching the stage dance what was happening. The three men behind me burst into loud, shocked laughter.
It must have lasted more than a minute because by the time it was over the song had ended. I stood up with my face burning in shame as the next song began and a new stripper sauntered onto stage. The crowd erupted into loud applause as I wobbled off the stage trying to control the heavy bouncing of my breasts and conceal the sopping wet state of my panties.
Fabio was waiting just off stage in the dressing room with his arms crossed and a smug look on his face. "Well Jenni it seems that you are a natural." He laughed and looked down at my panties. "Actually cumming on stage. That's a first for here. Get freshened up and get out on the floor. You are going to be in high demand."
As I turned to go to my locker and he slapped my ass hard. I let out a high-pitched squeal and felt the anger and humiliation of my situation reach it's boiling point. "Fuck you asshole!" The exclamation left my lips before I could calm myself and hold it in. Fabio approached with a very angry scowl on his face. Immediately, he grabbed and lifted me up to his eye level like I was a rag doll. His biceps and chested rippled and his face glowed red with anger. Suddenly, I felt extreme fear.
"You are going to pay for that you little cunt." He seethed. "But, not until your shift is over. I want you to look beautiful for our customers." He set me down and turned away, leaving me shaking. He strode back into the club angrily slamming the door open as he walked through. I found myself completely alone in the back area.
I quickly kicked off my heels and scampered over to Fabio's office door. Sure enough, the big dumbass had left it open. I slipped inside and quickly onto his office chair. I wiggled his mouse and almost slammed my fist down in frustration. He had the computer password protected. My heart was beating out of control, but I steadied myself and thought. Then, it came to me all of a sudden. It seemed like a lifetime ago, but only a year ago in real time, I had my security team do an audit of all of my employees and we had found that a startling number of them had used "password" as their password. I quickly typed it in and sure enough it worked. Fabio really was that dumb.
Working quickly, I opened a browser and began to type "google" but it took me three tries. Typing with long nails was extremely frustrating and I was certain Fabio would walk in at any second. Typing "FBI Las Vegas" felt like it took a minute. The results came up and I used Google maps to see the route. 5.2 miles! I could never run there before getting caught. There was no pen in sight so I memorized the address and hustled out of his office and to my locker. I wanted to run so badly, but I knew he would be back for me at any second. I needed more of a head start than I would likely get right now.
I resigned myself to the fact that I needed to perform just a little bit longer. I would find a better moment to slip away, plus I would have enough money for a cab ride. If I could catch a cab, it was possible that I could make it before the GPS device on my ankle gave me away.
I put on fresh panties and squeezed into the form fitting nurse's outfit that pushed my huge breasts up and out into an obscene amount of cleavage. I pulled as hard as I could on the bottom of the dress but it wouldn't quite cover my round ass. I glanced in the mirror and saw nothing but a gorgeous sex toy stripper. Fabio was right. I was going to be highly in demand. Timidly I pushed the door open into the club and made my towards the trio of older gentlemen who had witnessed my stage orgasm up close.
The silver haired man in the middle saw me approach and his face formed a huge grin. "Ah Jenni. So nice of you to come see us. Have a seat." He said patting his lap. I felt my face redden with the embarrassment of sitting on a man's lap, but I followed his orders and carefully sat down feeling my ass spread and the dress pull up exposing me further.
"Would you like me to dance for you?" I asked in my high, little voice.
"Don't worry, sweetie, I'll keep feeding you." He said slipping a twenty into my garter. "Just sit for a while and chat with us."
I felt his cock begin to harden and push up into my ass. "Jenni, that was one of the best stages dances I've ever seen. You seem to be particularly orgasmic. Not a common trait I might add."
"Thank you, sir." I said sounding like an embarrassed teen.
"And she is very polite." said one of the other men.
"Yes, she is." said the silver haired man. "I like sir. I should keep calling me that. It's very sexy."
"Yes, sir."
I felt his dick harden even more and now it uncomfortably poked me through his pants and into my panties.
"Good girl." He said in a breathy, condescending way and slipped another $20 into my garter. "You may start dancing now."
I began by sliding off his lap and relaxing my body into an even rhythm with the beat of the music. After waving my ass at him a few times I slowly turned around and pushed my cleavage into his face. His rough whiskers irritated my soft breasts but before I could pull away I pull away I heard him say breathily, "That's it sweetheart your breasts are exquisite." I pushed them into him harder and I felt him sigh contentedly.
I kept telling myself over and over that this would be the last time. I just needed to get through these dances and I would be home free, but the feeling of stripping for these degenerate old men was viciously humiliating and I felt my vagina getting hotter and hotter. I pulled away from the man and began to peel the nurse's uniform off slowly and sexily.
"There you go sweetie. Let's see those big tits of yours." He said with a big smile.
The skin tight outfit finally pulled off over my shoulders and I stumbled a bit as my breasts bounced in the push up bra.
"Take the the bra off too sweetie."
My breasts felt huge as they bounced free. I looked down in shame and saw my pencil eraser nipples jutting provocatively.
"Turn around and show my friends those beauties."
I did as he requested and was met by the others men's lustful eyes and huge grins. When I turned back around the silver haired man had stood up and held 5 $100 bills between his fingers. When I reached for them, he pulled away smiled. "I want a private dance in the back and I want special access."
I wasn't quite sure what he meant but I knew the money would come in real handy if I managed to escape. "Yes, sir." I responded and I led the way to the private dance area.
As I turned to go to my locker and he slapped my ass hard. I let out a high-pitched squeal and felt the anger and humiliation of my situation reach it's boiling point. "Fuck you asshole!" The exclamation left my lips before I could calm myself and hold it in. Fabio approached with a very angry scowl on his face. Immediately, he grabbed and lifted me up to his eye level like I was a rag doll. His biceps and chested rippled and his face glowed red with anger. Suddenly, I felt extreme fear.
"You are going to pay for that you little cunt." He seethed. "But, not until your shift is over. I want you to look beautiful for our customers." He set me down and turned away, leaving me shaking. He strode back into the club angrily slamming the door open as he walked through. I found myself completely alone in the back area.
I quickly kicked off my heels and scampered over to Fabio's office door. Sure enough, the big dumbass had left it open. I slipped inside and quickly onto his office chair. I wiggled his mouse and almost slammed my fist down in frustration. He had the computer password protected. My heart was beating out of control, but I steadied myself and thought. Then, it came to me all of a sudden. It seemed like a lifetime ago, but only a year ago in real time, I had my security team do an audit of all of my employees and we had found that a startling number of them had used "password" as their password. I quickly typed it in and sure enough it worked. Fabio really was that dumb.
Working quickly, I opened a browser and began to type "google" but it took me three tries. Typing with long nails was extremely frustrating and I was certain Fabio would walk in at any second. Typing "FBI Las Vegas" felt like it took a minute. The results came up and I used Google maps to see the route. 5.2 miles! I could never run there before getting caught. There was no pen in sight so I memorized the address and hustled out of his office and to my locker. I wanted to run so badly, but I knew he would be back for me at any second. I needed more of a head start than I would likely get right now.
I resigned myself to the fact that I needed to perform just a little bit longer. I would find a better moment to slip away, plus I would have enough money for a cab ride. If I could catch a cab, it was possible that I could make it before the GPS device on my ankle gave me away.
I put on fresh panties and squeezed into the form fitting nurse's outfit that pushed my huge breasts up and out into an obscene amount of cleavage. I pulled as hard as I could on the bottom of the dress but it wouldn't quite cover my round ass. I glanced in the mirror and saw nothing but a gorgeous sex toy stripper. Fabio was right. I was going to be highly in demand. Timidly I pushed the door open into the club and made my towards the trio of older gentlemen who had witnessed my stage orgasm up close.
The silver haired man in the middle saw me approach and his face formed a huge grin. "Ah Jenni. So nice of you to come see us. Have a seat." He said patting his lap. I felt my face redden with the embarrassment of sitting on a man's lap, but I followed his orders and carefully sat down feeling my ass spread and the dress pull up exposing me further.
"Would you like me to dance for you?" I asked in my high, little voice.
"Don't worry, sweetie, I'll keep feeding you." He said slipping a twenty into my garter. "Just sit for a while and chat with us."
I felt his cock begin to harden and push up into my ass. "Jenni, that was one of the best stages dances I've ever seen. You seem to be particularly orgasmic. Not a common trait I might add."
"Thank you, sir." I said sounding like an embarrassed teen.
"And she is very polite." said one of the other men.
"Yes, she is." said the silver haired man. "I like sir. I should keep calling me that. It's very sexy."
"Yes, sir."
I felt his dick harden even more and now it uncomfortably poked me through his pants and into my panties.
"Good girl." He said in a breathy, condescending way and slipped another $20 into my garter. "You may start dancing now."
I began by sliding off his lap and relaxing my body into an even rhythm with the beat of the music. After waving my ass at him a few times I slowly turned around and pushed my cleavage into his face. His rough whiskers irritated my soft breasts but before I could pull away I pull away I heard him say breathily, "That's it sweetheart your breasts are exquisite." I pushed them into him harder and I felt him sigh contentedly.
I kept telling myself over and over that this would be the last time. I just needed to get through these dances and I would be home free, but the feeling of stripping for these degenerate old men was viciously humiliating and I felt my vagina getting hotter and hotter. I pulled away from the man and began to peel the nurse's uniform off slowly and sexily.
"There you go sweetie. Let's see those big tits of yours." He said with a big smile.
The skin tight outfit finally pulled off over my shoulders and I stumbled a bit as my breasts bounced in the push up bra.
"Take the the bra off too sweetie."
My breasts felt huge as they bounced free. I looked down in shame and saw my pencil eraser nipples jutting provocatively.
"Turn around and show my friends those beauties."
I did as he requested and was met by the others men's lustful eyes and huge grins. When I turned back around the silver haired man had stood up and held 5 $100 bills between his fingers. When I reached for them, he pulled away smiled. "I want a private dance in the back and I want special access."
I wasn't quite sure what he meant but I knew the money would come in real handy if I managed to escape. "Yes, sir." I responded and I led the way to the private dance area.
We walked through the club and into the private dance area. My huge, firm tits jiggled embarrassingly the whole way and I could see the stares coming from all directions. I was the best looking girl I had ever seen and I'm sure that's what the customers were thinking that as well. I found an open private stall and we entered. The silver haired man pulled the curtain shut behind him.
"Stand!" He commanded and sat on the little seat in the room. "Now, sit facing me on my lap." I straddled his lap and felt my pussy directly up against his very hard cock. He immediately took my right nipple into his mouth and began to suck with an extreme amount of friction. Involuntarily, I began to moan. Every sound that escaped my lips sounded like a teenage girl and I doubted I would ever get used to it. My voice had been so deep and masculine before.
He took a break from the sucking. "Rub yourself on my cock."
I started rocking my hips against him and he once again began sucking, this time my left nipple. It was just too much. I knew my pussy was sopping wet and my nipples getting stimulated along with my pussy sent me over the edge. I began to convulse as the sounds of a girly orgasm escaped my lips. I used to love that sound but I now hated the humiliation of it as it escaped my own lips. The feeling was intense and I completely lost my head for awhile. When it finally subsided and I started slowing down, he slapped my ass.
"Keep moving!" He commanded. I did as I was told and I felt another one coming on within minutes. It was just as intense as the first and near the end of it I felt his orgasm as well.
"Such an orgasmic little bitch." He said patting my head condescendingly. I wish I wasn't just in town on business. I'd come and take you on a regular basis. He stood up. "Sit right here." He commanded and handed me another $300. "This should be enough to do my friends as well. Stay here and I'll send them in one at at time.
The other older men came in one after the other. The first one made me sit on his lap facing away and rub my ass on him over and over before he came in his pants. The third one made me kneel in front of him and kiss his cock through his pants for at least 15 minutes. He finally came into his slacks. Luckily, I pulled away in time in didn't taste it, although I had bits of fabric in my mouth. He called me his "Good little cocksucker." and patted me on the head as well.
After they were gone I checked the money that had sat in my wet panties. $860. I had more than enough for the cab and a hotel room once I was free.
Quickly I picked up the nurse's outfit and my push up bra and went towards the back changing room. I had to go through the club first and as I did I passed the three older men. They all gave me huge smiles and high-fived each other as I passed. I wanted so badly to tell them to fuck off, but I just kept telling myself...you're almost free, your almost free.
I pushed the door open to the back room and sure enough it was empty. I had my chance and I had to take it immediately!
"Stand!" He commanded and sat on the little seat in the room. "Now, sit facing me on my lap." I straddled his lap and felt my pussy directly up against his very hard cock. He immediately took my right nipple into his mouth and began to suck with an extreme amount of friction. Involuntarily, I began to moan. Every sound that escaped my lips sounded like a teenage girl and I doubted I would ever get used to it. My voice had been so deep and masculine before.
He took a break from the sucking. "Rub yourself on my cock."
I started rocking my hips against him and he once again began sucking, this time my left nipple. It was just too much. I knew my pussy was sopping wet and my nipples getting stimulated along with my pussy sent me over the edge. I began to convulse as the sounds of a girly orgasm escaped my lips. I used to love that sound but I now hated the humiliation of it as it escaped my own lips. The feeling was intense and I completely lost my head for awhile. When it finally subsided and I started slowing down, he slapped my ass.
"Keep moving!" He commanded. I did as I was told and I felt another one coming on within minutes. It was just as intense as the first and near the end of it I felt his orgasm as well.
"Such an orgasmic little bitch." He said patting my head condescendingly. I wish I wasn't just in town on business. I'd come and take you on a regular basis. He stood up. "Sit right here." He commanded and handed me another $300. "This should be enough to do my friends as well. Stay here and I'll send them in one at at time.
The other older men came in one after the other. The first one made me sit on his lap facing away and rub my ass on him over and over before he came in his pants. The third one made me kneel in front of him and kiss his cock through his pants for at least 15 minutes. He finally came into his slacks. Luckily, I pulled away in time in didn't taste it, although I had bits of fabric in my mouth. He called me his "Good little cocksucker." and patted me on the head as well.
After they were gone I checked the money that had sat in my wet panties. $860. I had more than enough for the cab and a hotel room once I was free.
Quickly I picked up the nurse's outfit and my push up bra and went towards the back changing room. I had to go through the club first and as I did I passed the three older men. They all gave me huge smiles and high-fived each other as I passed. I wanted so badly to tell them to fuck off, but I just kept telling myself...you're almost free, your almost free.
I pushed the door open to the back room and sure enough it was empty. I had my chance and I had to take it immediately!
I kicked off the heels and yanked the wet panties off as fast as I could. My hands were shaking with nerves and kept slipping as I tried to attach the clasp on the bra and pull the last clean pair of panties over my bubble ass. The moment of truth came quickly. With the bra and panties on I could just be changing if someone came in, but once the running outfit went on I had to be out the door in seconds. With a quick sigh I yanked the tiny running shorts up my legs and onto my ass. They barely covered my round butt and ended right as my ass met my legs. They also were extremely tight and pushed completely to their limit by my curvy hips. The tight little running top completely bared my midriff and left little to the imagination clinging tightly around my huge breasts. Even with the bra underneath I could see my nipples jutting through the fabric.
I had no time for modesty, though. I rushed to the back door and pushed but nothing happened. It wouldn't budge. As I examined it, I noticed a small keypad at about eye level. I was locked in. The old metal door was really a prison door for the strippers who worked for Mr. Carr. I banged on it in frustration and felt tears come into my eyes.
However, I wasn't ready to give up. I would never have the opportunity to bring my running clothes again. Quickly I went to the door that led into the club. For the first time I realized just how good the running shoes felt. After wearing super high heels, running shoes were heaven. I thought to myself that I was never going to wear heels again. Cracking the door, I peeked through and scanned the crowded club. I spotted Fabio talking to a bartender with his back to me and saw the front door in the far right corner. It was guarded by a large bouncer but he appeared to be in an animated conversation with the cashier. Plus, he wouldn't be expecting to guard the door from the inside. Before I could think about it, I ran.
I streaked across the club and right by the bouncer like a blur. As I ran into the parking lot, the blazing Vegas sun was shocking, but I didn't slow up. I headed right towards the first busy intersection I could see. Within seconds I had reached the end of the parking lot and I could hear shouts and commotion behind me. I raced down the sidewalk hearing my loud breathing, but I was too scared to feel the pain or turn around to see if I was being followed.
When I reached the intersection there was several cabs...one which was first in line at a red light. Without hesitation I jumped off the curb and ran to it's passenger door and tried to open, but it was locked. I frantically pounded on the window and the Arab driver turned and then rolled down the window slightly.
"Ma'am, I can't pick you up on the street like this...it's illegal." He said in a heavy accent. "I have to pull off into a cab zone."
"Open this door and I'll give you $100!" I yelled frantically. The lock popped and I jumped in slamming the door behind me. "Please lock the door now!" I shrieked as I tossed a $100 onto the front seat. I heard the door lock as I pulled all of my money out of my panties. I showed the driver a fist of of $100s. "Run this light and get me to 1678 Sahara Ave in 10 minutes and this is all yours!"
He simply said, "Yes, ma'am.", looked both ways and sped into the intersection taking a hard left. I looked behind us as he sped away and I saw Fabio and the bouncer standing in the street breathing heavily with their hands on their knees.
The cabbie raced down the street, yet despite his speed everything seemed to be going in slow motion. By now, Fabio had contacted Mr. Carr and they were tracking me on my ankle GPS device. We had no time to spare. The police were in his pocket and they would be looking for us.
We must have hit every red light and I fidgeted in the back seat, looking behind, to the sides and ahead expecting for the cab to be stopped at any moment. After what seemed like hours the cabbie turned around, "Just another block ma'am." We might actually make it! I thought to myself as I saw the headquarters appear up ahead. There was a huge American flag and a guard house at the entrance. If I can just get to the guards, I remember thinking.
That's when I saw it coming towards us from the other direction...a black SUV with tinted windows moving very fast. Immediately, I knew what was happening. The SUV swerved and blocked our path, not more than 50 yards from the guard house staffed with FBI agents.
I threw another $100 at the cabbie and jumped out as he came to a stop. With everything I had in me, I began to sprint. Despite the fear and desperation, I remember thinking how difficult it was to run with huge breasts. As I passed the SUV, I remember seeing men jumping out of the vehicle out of the corner of my eye. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as I was 40 yards away, then 30, then 20...then I felt my shoulder violently jerked from behind as I fell backwards and then into the arms of a very muscular man. I was so close and I reached with my hands in desperation as I was pulled away. There were two agents in the guard booth - I could see them clearly - but one was looking the other way and the other was looking at a computer. Before I could scream out, a hand covered my mouth. By the time I was thrown into the back of SUV, tears were pouring down my cheeks and I felt anguish like I had never felt before. I had been so close! Just one less red light and I would have been free.
I didn't recognize the men in the car, but they looked like all of Mr. Carr's men looked - tall and muscular. One of them roughly pinned my arms behind my back and cuffed them. We drove through the back streets of Vegas while I sobbed quietly, completely distraught by my situation. I was scared of what they would do to me when we got back, but mostly I lamented how close I had come to freedom. Soon, I recognized the posh neighborhood and within minutes we were pulling up the drive of Mr. Carr's estate.
I was paraded out of the car and into the house in hand cuffs. All of the staff stopped to watch as I went by. Some giggled and others looked like they felt sorry for me. We entered the elevator and it went down this time. One of the men had a special key and the basement floor lit up once the key was inserted. In the basement we went through several very thick locked doors until we entered a hall with prison cells on each side. Each heavy steel cell door had only a small barred window that looked into the darkly lit hall.
The men who led me down to this basement prison unceremoniously uncuffed me, stripped me completely naked and shoved me into the cell. The door slammed shut and I heard the other doors shut and lock as they exited the basement. I was all alone in a little 9 by 9 cell. There was a little bed with a thin pad as a mattress, one pillow and a coarse little blanket. On the other side of the little cell was a sink and toilet.
I curled up on the bed and sobbed myself to sleep.
I had no time for modesty, though. I rushed to the back door and pushed but nothing happened. It wouldn't budge. As I examined it, I noticed a small keypad at about eye level. I was locked in. The old metal door was really a prison door for the strippers who worked for Mr. Carr. I banged on it in frustration and felt tears come into my eyes.
However, I wasn't ready to give up. I would never have the opportunity to bring my running clothes again. Quickly I went to the door that led into the club. For the first time I realized just how good the running shoes felt. After wearing super high heels, running shoes were heaven. I thought to myself that I was never going to wear heels again. Cracking the door, I peeked through and scanned the crowded club. I spotted Fabio talking to a bartender with his back to me and saw the front door in the far right corner. It was guarded by a large bouncer but he appeared to be in an animated conversation with the cashier. Plus, he wouldn't be expecting to guard the door from the inside. Before I could think about it, I ran.
I streaked across the club and right by the bouncer like a blur. As I ran into the parking lot, the blazing Vegas sun was shocking, but I didn't slow up. I headed right towards the first busy intersection I could see. Within seconds I had reached the end of the parking lot and I could hear shouts and commotion behind me. I raced down the sidewalk hearing my loud breathing, but I was too scared to feel the pain or turn around to see if I was being followed.
When I reached the intersection there was several cabs...one which was first in line at a red light. Without hesitation I jumped off the curb and ran to it's passenger door and tried to open, but it was locked. I frantically pounded on the window and the Arab driver turned and then rolled down the window slightly.
"Ma'am, I can't pick you up on the street like this...it's illegal." He said in a heavy accent. "I have to pull off into a cab zone."
"Open this door and I'll give you $100!" I yelled frantically. The lock popped and I jumped in slamming the door behind me. "Please lock the door now!" I shrieked as I tossed a $100 onto the front seat. I heard the door lock as I pulled all of my money out of my panties. I showed the driver a fist of of $100s. "Run this light and get me to 1678 Sahara Ave in 10 minutes and this is all yours!"
He simply said, "Yes, ma'am.", looked both ways and sped into the intersection taking a hard left. I looked behind us as he sped away and I saw Fabio and the bouncer standing in the street breathing heavily with their hands on their knees.
The cabbie raced down the street, yet despite his speed everything seemed to be going in slow motion. By now, Fabio had contacted Mr. Carr and they were tracking me on my ankle GPS device. We had no time to spare. The police were in his pocket and they would be looking for us.
We must have hit every red light and I fidgeted in the back seat, looking behind, to the sides and ahead expecting for the cab to be stopped at any moment. After what seemed like hours the cabbie turned around, "Just another block ma'am." We might actually make it! I thought to myself as I saw the headquarters appear up ahead. There was a huge American flag and a guard house at the entrance. If I can just get to the guards, I remember thinking.
That's when I saw it coming towards us from the other direction...a black SUV with tinted windows moving very fast. Immediately, I knew what was happening. The SUV swerved and blocked our path, not more than 50 yards from the guard house staffed with FBI agents.
I threw another $100 at the cabbie and jumped out as he came to a stop. With everything I had in me, I began to sprint. Despite the fear and desperation, I remember thinking how difficult it was to run with huge breasts. As I passed the SUV, I remember seeing men jumping out of the vehicle out of the corner of my eye. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as I was 40 yards away, then 30, then 20...then I felt my shoulder violently jerked from behind as I fell backwards and then into the arms of a very muscular man. I was so close and I reached with my hands in desperation as I was pulled away. There were two agents in the guard booth - I could see them clearly - but one was looking the other way and the other was looking at a computer. Before I could scream out, a hand covered my mouth. By the time I was thrown into the back of SUV, tears were pouring down my cheeks and I felt anguish like I had never felt before. I had been so close! Just one less red light and I would have been free.
I didn't recognize the men in the car, but they looked like all of Mr. Carr's men looked - tall and muscular. One of them roughly pinned my arms behind my back and cuffed them. We drove through the back streets of Vegas while I sobbed quietly, completely distraught by my situation. I was scared of what they would do to me when we got back, but mostly I lamented how close I had come to freedom. Soon, I recognized the posh neighborhood and within minutes we were pulling up the drive of Mr. Carr's estate.
I was paraded out of the car and into the house in hand cuffs. All of the staff stopped to watch as I went by. Some giggled and others looked like they felt sorry for me. We entered the elevator and it went down this time. One of the men had a special key and the basement floor lit up once the key was inserted. In the basement we went through several very thick locked doors until we entered a hall with prison cells on each side. Each heavy steel cell door had only a small barred window that looked into the darkly lit hall.
The men who led me down to this basement prison unceremoniously uncuffed me, stripped me completely naked and shoved me into the cell. The door slammed shut and I heard the other doors shut and lock as they exited the basement. I was all alone in a little 9 by 9 cell. There was a little bed with a thin pad as a mattress, one pillow and a coarse little blanket. On the other side of the little cell was a sink and toilet.
I curled up on the bed and sobbed myself to sleep.
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