I spent the better part of an hour lap dancing as the men took turns hosting me on their laps. Their hard cocks turned me on in spite of myself and I found myself cumming over and over again. By the time I was done, my humiliation had hit a fever pitch and my thighs were sticky wet.
The men resumed drinking and the two confident ones cornered me again. One rubbed my shoulders and the other stood in front of me at an uncomfortably close distance. They propositioned me to join both of them in their room for a threesome. However, before I could respond the Captain interrupted them once again and sent them away.
"Jenni, I want you to go to my quarters and wait for me. Touch nothing. I want you naked and kneeling in the middle of the floor with your head down." He gave me a key and I felt a tear run down my face as I left the lounge. I was going to be the Captain's whore for the rest of the voyage.
Sure enough, the Captain summoned me to his quarters every night and used my mouth or pussy then sent me back to my room. I was afraid to tell him no and I just told myself that it was almost over and I would be free to continue my life in Miami. However mortified I was by my situation though, the sex was still good. I was so turned on my humiliation that I was literally cumming 4 or 5 times every night. Yet, I hated the Captain.
I spent my days hiding in my room. I was too embarrassed to show my face after my strip club performance. There was nothing to do in the room and I became more and more bored and lonely. The trip to the Captain's room actually was a respite after a while.
There came a day, though, when the beautiful sight of Miami appeared on the horizon. I was nervous but hopeful. I felt like the ID would stand inspection. Especially, with the Captain's help...if he gave it. I spent a lot of time wondering if he would screw me.
When we arrived the Captain led me to the front of the line and turned around and looked me in the eye. "Give me your purse." he commanded. To my dismay, he pulled the rest of my money out, gave me $1 and put the rest in his pocket. Without another word he directed me to the custom's officer. "I'm bringing my niece back this time, Leonard." he said confidently. "She is quite a pretty girl, huh?" Leonard smiled and said nothing but pointed us through.
Once we were in a semi-private area of the boat terminal I stared up at him. "Please Captain. That money is all I got. Please give it back."
He looked at me with a blank expression. "I don't care." he said emotionlessly. "Enjoy your life."
With that, he walked briskly away.
Once again, I was alone in a major city with no money, but this time I got mad. Using every bit of balance and energy I had I chased after the Captain in my heels and cut right in front of him just before he reached the doors to the parking lot.
"If you don't give me my money, I'm going to report that you raped me!" I hissed.
"They will never believe you." he said arrogantly.
"Maybe not, but it sure will cause you a heap of trouble won't it?" Once again I cut him off as he tried to move past me.
He thought for a second then pulled out the money he had taken from me in the customs line slapping it into my open palm.
"That's not enough!" I said loudly. We were now getting some attention by from passers by including some of his own crew. He looked around nervously and pulled a thick money clip out. With annoyance he peeled off 5 100's and dropped them in my other hand and and bulled his way past me to the parking lot.
I watched him walk away. He was going to pay! A lot of people are going to pay! I thought with rage. I was done being used.
I turned around quickly and nearly ran into the young Australian guy I had met on the boat.
"Jenni, how are you? What's a matter you look really angry?"
"Hi." I said thinking quickly. "The Captain didn't pay me everything he owed me."
"The Captain is a complete asshole." he said as if stating a fact that everyone knew. "Where are you headed?"
"I don't know?" I said honestly. "I have nowhere to go in particular. I suppose I need to get a hotel."
"Good." he smiled. "Then, we can share a cab. I have a room booked at a little hotel near the beach. You can check the hotel out and see if you like it."
I would have tried to resist but saving an expensive cab ride sounded great to me and my mind raced at what else I could get the kid to buy. I was in a little better shape after confronting the Captain, but $700 wasn't going to keep me from a degrading job for long.
"Ok, sounds good." I said flashing my pearly whites to him.
"My name is Matt." I don't think we have been properly introduced. I took his hand and he shook it firmly. "The hotel is nothing special, but it does the trick. I think you will like it."
Matt wore only a white t-shirt and jeans and both articles of clothing showed off his young muscular body. As he hailed a cab and opened the door for me, I caught a glimpse of his bicep and was shocked by it's size. He was a very handsome and athletic man and in spite of myself I felt warm and gooey inside every time he was near me.
The cab ride took awhile in traffic and I told him a made up story about how I was traveling the world and negotiated with the Captain to get a ride home. He listened attentively then told me how he had traveled the world as a sailor every since his 18th birthday and how much he loved the freedom of it.
We arrived at the hotel which was actually a motel. It was two stories and looked like it had been built in the 50s. Every room opened to the outside. It had charm to it and a fairly large sized pool. Matt explained to me that it was only 3 blocks from the beach. He went inside and got his key.
"Let's check it out, Love." he said in his charming Australian accent. The room was clean and in good condition with one queen bed a chair, a desk and a flat screen TV. The bathroom looked good too. "Only $60 a night."
It was a good deal but I cringed at the $60 with only $700 in my pocket. He saw my hesitation. "I'll tell you what, Love. Let's check out the beach and you can think about it. They have plenty of rooms left. Do you have a bathing suit?"
"No, I don't have much. I don't even have clean clothes." I said sheepishly.
"I'll tell you what." he said. "There is a beach shop around the corner. Let's get something for you. I'll even buy...if you let me make the selection." he said with a twinkle in his eye.
I was a horrified at what he might select, but I was a little mesmerized by my attraction to him and I really did need his help at the moment.
"Alright." I said with a sly smile.
The swim shop was fairly small but had a large selection of women's bikinis. Matt took only a few moments to find what he wanted. With his wickedly handsome smile he held it up. It was white with pink hearts all over it. It was very small and the bottoms were a thong. I blushed from ear to ear. I would be unbelievably humiliated and turned on wearing it.
"You promised." he said placing it in my hand. He bought me a little pink skirt to wear to the shore before I exposed myself in the bottoms, a big towel, flip flops, sun screen and stylish sunglasses to go with it.
"Could you get me a t-shirt too?" I asked shyly.
"Sure" he said grabbing a small, white fitted one with a sparkly writing that said 'Girly Girl'. "You seem like a girly girl...am I wrong?" he teased.
"Not really." I said shyly...embarrassed beyond belief at the outfit he had purchased me.
"Don't worry, Love. I really like girly girls."
When we got back to the hotel, he went into the bathroom and came out wearing the long, loose swim trunks that men wear and a tank top that showed off his chiseled body even more. "Your turn." he teased looking at my outfit on the bed.
I took a quick shower cleaning everything but my hair and began to put on the outfit. The top had large cups but once it was on it still seemed tiny. It pushed my breasts together a bit making them seem even more huge. The bottom slid into place with the thong slipping into my ass. It was like walking around with a completely bare ass and I felt my pussy getting warm as I thought about it. I looked at myself in the mirror for a moment. I was ridiculously hot. My breasts were huge and perfectly formed and I could see my pencil eraser nipples through the fabric. I turned around and looked at my ass. Although it was perfectly formed and the size and shape that most men drooled over, it looked and felt huge. It really was huge in the scheme of things. I had a fit little body that exploded into dramatic curves and having an ass so big and round on a little body wasn't normal.
I put the skirt and tight t-shirt over my bikini...cringing at the girly girl writing and walked into the hotel room.
"You look ravishing!" he exclaimed. "But I'm anxious to see the bikini."
"You'll see it soon enough." I teased.
"Yes, I will." he teased back with his best smile.
The walk to the beach was going to be humiliating. The roads were crowded with people walking to and from the beach and through the neighborhood. Once he had locked the door, he grabbed my hand claiming his territory. My hand felt tiny inside his big, thick sailor's calloused one. He smiled down at me and we began the walk.
I blushed with embarrassment as the stares began.
"Jenni, how are you? What's a matter you look really angry?"
"Hi." I said thinking quickly. "The Captain didn't pay me everything he owed me."
"The Captain is a complete asshole." he said as if stating a fact that everyone knew. "Where are you headed?"
"I don't know?" I said honestly. "I have nowhere to go in particular. I suppose I need to get a hotel."
"Good." he smiled. "Then, we can share a cab. I have a room booked at a little hotel near the beach. You can check the hotel out and see if you like it."
I would have tried to resist but saving an expensive cab ride sounded great to me and my mind raced at what else I could get the kid to buy. I was in a little better shape after confronting the Captain, but $700 wasn't going to keep me from a degrading job for long.
"Ok, sounds good." I said flashing my pearly whites to him.
"My name is Matt." I don't think we have been properly introduced. I took his hand and he shook it firmly. "The hotel is nothing special, but it does the trick. I think you will like it."
Matt wore only a white t-shirt and jeans and both articles of clothing showed off his young muscular body. As he hailed a cab and opened the door for me, I caught a glimpse of his bicep and was shocked by it's size. He was a very handsome and athletic man and in spite of myself I felt warm and gooey inside every time he was near me.
The cab ride took awhile in traffic and I told him a made up story about how I was traveling the world and negotiated with the Captain to get a ride home. He listened attentively then told me how he had traveled the world as a sailor every since his 18th birthday and how much he loved the freedom of it.
We arrived at the hotel which was actually a motel. It was two stories and looked like it had been built in the 50s. Every room opened to the outside. It had charm to it and a fairly large sized pool. Matt explained to me that it was only 3 blocks from the beach. He went inside and got his key.
"Let's check it out, Love." he said in his charming Australian accent. The room was clean and in good condition with one queen bed a chair, a desk and a flat screen TV. The bathroom looked good too. "Only $60 a night."
It was a good deal but I cringed at the $60 with only $700 in my pocket. He saw my hesitation. "I'll tell you what, Love. Let's check out the beach and you can think about it. They have plenty of rooms left. Do you have a bathing suit?"
"No, I don't have much. I don't even have clean clothes." I said sheepishly.
"I'll tell you what." he said. "There is a beach shop around the corner. Let's get something for you. I'll even buy...if you let me make the selection." he said with a twinkle in his eye.
I was a horrified at what he might select, but I was a little mesmerized by my attraction to him and I really did need his help at the moment.
"Alright." I said with a sly smile.
The swim shop was fairly small but had a large selection of women's bikinis. Matt took only a few moments to find what he wanted. With his wickedly handsome smile he held it up. It was white with pink hearts all over it. It was very small and the bottoms were a thong. I blushed from ear to ear. I would be unbelievably humiliated and turned on wearing it.
"You promised." he said placing it in my hand. He bought me a little pink skirt to wear to the shore before I exposed myself in the bottoms, a big towel, flip flops, sun screen and stylish sunglasses to go with it.
"Could you get me a t-shirt too?" I asked shyly.
"Sure" he said grabbing a small, white fitted one with a sparkly writing that said 'Girly Girl'. "You seem like a girly girl...am I wrong?" he teased.
"Not really." I said shyly...embarrassed beyond belief at the outfit he had purchased me.
"Don't worry, Love. I really like girly girls."
When we got back to the hotel, he went into the bathroom and came out wearing the long, loose swim trunks that men wear and a tank top that showed off his chiseled body even more. "Your turn." he teased looking at my outfit on the bed.
I took a quick shower cleaning everything but my hair and began to put on the outfit. The top had large cups but once it was on it still seemed tiny. It pushed my breasts together a bit making them seem even more huge. The bottom slid into place with the thong slipping into my ass. It was like walking around with a completely bare ass and I felt my pussy getting warm as I thought about it. I looked at myself in the mirror for a moment. I was ridiculously hot. My breasts were huge and perfectly formed and I could see my pencil eraser nipples through the fabric. I turned around and looked at my ass. Although it was perfectly formed and the size and shape that most men drooled over, it looked and felt huge. It really was huge in the scheme of things. I had a fit little body that exploded into dramatic curves and having an ass so big and round on a little body wasn't normal.
I put the skirt and tight t-shirt over my bikini...cringing at the girly girl writing and walked into the hotel room.
"You look ravishing!" he exclaimed. "But I'm anxious to see the bikini."
"You'll see it soon enough." I teased.
"Yes, I will." he teased back with his best smile.
The walk to the beach was going to be humiliating. The roads were crowded with people walking to and from the beach and through the neighborhood. Once he had locked the door, he grabbed my hand claiming his territory. My hand felt tiny inside his big, thick sailor's calloused one. He smiled down at me and we began the walk.
I blushed with embarrassment as the stares began.
I endured look after look from guys as we walked and I could hear their giggling and comments after I passed. My big tits were barely contained by the tight 'girly girl' t-shirt and the pink skirt barely covered by bubble butt. I felt even smaller in the flip-flops instead of my usual heels. Especially next to Matt who was well over 6 feet.
I was very turned on by the humiliation of my outfit and my attraction to Matt, but at the same time the man I used to be was still there. Despite my current body and the feelings of pleasure that had been programmed into me, I still felt like a man deep inside. At my core it was wrong to be holding a man's hand and lusting over him, I just couldn't help myself.
Within only a few minutes we were at the beach and the moment of truth had come. I was going to be on display in a tiny bathing suit on a crowded beach. We set our towels and the beach bag down and Matt pulled his shirt off revealing an extremely cut body with a well tanned eight pack. Even in my fittest moment, I had been no where near as fit as this kid.
He sat on his towel and smiled. "Well, Jenni, I'm waiting to see what my money bought."
I was nervous and embarrassed but I pulled the little t-shirt over my head feeling my tits bounce as they broke from the shirt which had been plastered to them. Then, I pulled off the little pink skirt revealed the minuscule amount of fabric that made up the bottom of the bikini. There was very little hidden on my curvy body. Smiling ear to ear, he motioned for me to twirl. I turned around for him revealing my basically naked ass.
"Very nice!' he said enthusiastically. "Your ass is a work of art, Jenni!"
I had heard it before but coming from him it sounded so much better. I didn't feel like a possession.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a crowd of teenage boys forming. It was just something I was going to have to get used to. I was always going to be the hottest girl everywhere I went.
We took turns putting tanning oil on each other and I had to fight with all my might not to cum as his big hands rubbed the oil into my thong clad ass and in between my shapely legs. His chest was another challenge and I hoped he didn't notice how wet I had become as I rubbed it.
As I laid on my stomach, I imagined the hundreds of Facebook and Instagram feeds my ass was probably on at this moment. I'm sure if I looked up "whooty girls" on Google a week from now my ass would be featured prominently.
"So what should we do tonight, love?" said Matt looking over at me. "I think a club would be fun."
"I don't have anything to wear, Matt." I said hoping that might put him off. I had had enough of showing off my humiliating body for one day."
"Same deal, Love. I buy the dress, but you have to let me choose."
We went a women's store just off the beach that had a large selection of club dresses and he picked a few out for me while an amused sales girl watched. She took one look at the dresses and back to me and said, "Beautiful choices, but they won't fit her. Her proportions won't fit into most off the shelf dresses." There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice and I hated her immediately. "You will have your best luck with the stretchy fabric dresses. Most of them will stretch around anyone."
I tried on a white ribbed one that clung to my body like a second skin and a fire engine red one that also hugged all of my assets. Both of them plunged deeply in front showing off a massive amount of cleavage. Matt approved of both and bought them immediately.
Next, he took me to Victoria's Secret and had the time of his life picking out lingerie for me. We left with 10 sexy bra/panty sets and a couple other sexy outfits. Once again the sales girls rolled their eyes at my body and the way I looked.
Lastly, we went to a Target and he bought me some inexpensive casual t-shirts, short shorts, high heels and a pair of pink and white running shoes.
"You are all set baby. "
"Thank you, Matt, you are so nice to do this for me." I said hugging him.
"It's the least I could do after the Captain fucked you over. Not all of us sailors are assholes."
He had purchased me very girly and sexy clothing but I was still grateful. We headed down the road with Matt insisting on carrying everything.
When we were back in the hotel room Matt popped a beer and relaxed on the chair. "How about a fashion show baby?" he said with a twinkle in his eye. He pushed the Victoria's Secret bag toward me with his foot. I was shocked at how badly I wanted to please him. Deep inside I screamed no, but my arousal was so intense I could hardly contain myself. I grabbed the bag and went into the bathroom. The first selection I chose was a red thong and push up combo. I put on one of the pairs of high heels and sauntered out of the bathroom.
His eyes near bugged out of his head. "Come a little closer, Love." he commanded.
He picked me up like I was weightless and set me on his lap. He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and I could feel his cock come alive. He kissed me hard on the mouth and I felt like I was going to burst. His cock seemed to get bigger and bigger, so big that I became very curious. Without a second thought I found myself kneeling in front of him on the floor and pulling his boxers off with both my hands.
His cock sprang free and I was shocked. It was way bigger than Mr. Carr or the Sheik and they had seemed big. I wanted it so badly in my mouth that I could hardly contain myself. I knew it was the programming but it didn't matter, it was what this body wanted and the man deep inside me had no hope of stopping it. I could barely get a third of it in my mouth before it hit my throat but I sucked and licked like I was starving. I felt him softly rubbing my head with his big hands and heard him say, "Good girl."
After a few minutes he commanded me to strip and I dropped the lingerie to the floor revealing my perfect body. He effortlessly picked me up and set me down on his cock facing away from him. He left me breathless and impaled while he rubbed my nipples with his thumb and forefinger. I couldn't believe how full I felt. He was huge.
He put one hand on each of my hips and moved me up and down on his cock. My curvy body bounced and shook while horrifyingly feminine cries of ecstasy escaped my lips. Before long I felt the deep, hot burning start and then release itself to the surface in wave after wave of intense mind blowing pleasure. My muscles contracted and I broke into high pitched hysterics. After several minutes the orgasm began to subside but he wasn't done with me by a long shot.
He stood up with me still impaled and walked to the foot of the bed and dropped me on all fours. Standing at the edge of the bed he began to fuck me doggie style in long hard strokes that made my body shake. I could only imagine how I must have looked with my big butt bent over and my knees wide apart...my curvy body bouncing and shaking with his powerful thrusts. Soon, I felt it begin again and once more I was gasping and crying out with intense pleasure. But, he didn't stop. He continued for another ten minutes before crescendoing with hard quick strokes and husky moaning as he finally released himself inside of me. In the end, I had cum four times.
He pulled himself out, laid on his back and pulled me to him. I rested my head on his muscular shoulder and he softly stroked my arm. As I laid there satisfied, I started to realize what I had done and I felt ashamed. I was a man for god sakes. All of the other men had forced themselves on me...except Ali...but this was different I had allowed myself to be fucked. I tried to relax. I was a woman now and I had to except it...a woman who loved men. Despite it all, I felt safe and comfortable in his arms and I drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up, I was alone and there was a note on the bed on top of a pile of my new clothes. It read, "I went for a run. Get ready for dinner and clubbing and wear this outfit."
The white, skin-tight, ribbed dress, a white thong and white bra were laid on the bed beside a pair of 4 inch heels. I sighed and stood up. It was going to be a long night of showing off my body.
I was very turned on by the humiliation of my outfit and my attraction to Matt, but at the same time the man I used to be was still there. Despite my current body and the feelings of pleasure that had been programmed into me, I still felt like a man deep inside. At my core it was wrong to be holding a man's hand and lusting over him, I just couldn't help myself.
Within only a few minutes we were at the beach and the moment of truth had come. I was going to be on display in a tiny bathing suit on a crowded beach. We set our towels and the beach bag down and Matt pulled his shirt off revealing an extremely cut body with a well tanned eight pack. Even in my fittest moment, I had been no where near as fit as this kid.
He sat on his towel and smiled. "Well, Jenni, I'm waiting to see what my money bought."
I was nervous and embarrassed but I pulled the little t-shirt over my head feeling my tits bounce as they broke from the shirt which had been plastered to them. Then, I pulled off the little pink skirt revealed the minuscule amount of fabric that made up the bottom of the bikini. There was very little hidden on my curvy body. Smiling ear to ear, he motioned for me to twirl. I turned around for him revealing my basically naked ass.
"Very nice!' he said enthusiastically. "Your ass is a work of art, Jenni!"
I had heard it before but coming from him it sounded so much better. I didn't feel like a possession.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a crowd of teenage boys forming. It was just something I was going to have to get used to. I was always going to be the hottest girl everywhere I went.
We took turns putting tanning oil on each other and I had to fight with all my might not to cum as his big hands rubbed the oil into my thong clad ass and in between my shapely legs. His chest was another challenge and I hoped he didn't notice how wet I had become as I rubbed it.
As I laid on my stomach, I imagined the hundreds of Facebook and Instagram feeds my ass was probably on at this moment. I'm sure if I looked up "whooty girls" on Google a week from now my ass would be featured prominently.
"So what should we do tonight, love?" said Matt looking over at me. "I think a club would be fun."
"I don't have anything to wear, Matt." I said hoping that might put him off. I had had enough of showing off my humiliating body for one day."
"Same deal, Love. I buy the dress, but you have to let me choose."
We went a women's store just off the beach that had a large selection of club dresses and he picked a few out for me while an amused sales girl watched. She took one look at the dresses and back to me and said, "Beautiful choices, but they won't fit her. Her proportions won't fit into most off the shelf dresses." There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice and I hated her immediately. "You will have your best luck with the stretchy fabric dresses. Most of them will stretch around anyone."
I tried on a white ribbed one that clung to my body like a second skin and a fire engine red one that also hugged all of my assets. Both of them plunged deeply in front showing off a massive amount of cleavage. Matt approved of both and bought them immediately.
Next, he took me to Victoria's Secret and had the time of his life picking out lingerie for me. We left with 10 sexy bra/panty sets and a couple other sexy outfits. Once again the sales girls rolled their eyes at my body and the way I looked.
Lastly, we went to a Target and he bought me some inexpensive casual t-shirts, short shorts, high heels and a pair of pink and white running shoes.
"You are all set baby. "
"Thank you, Matt, you are so nice to do this for me." I said hugging him.
"It's the least I could do after the Captain fucked you over. Not all of us sailors are assholes."
He had purchased me very girly and sexy clothing but I was still grateful. We headed down the road with Matt insisting on carrying everything.
When we were back in the hotel room Matt popped a beer and relaxed on the chair. "How about a fashion show baby?" he said with a twinkle in his eye. He pushed the Victoria's Secret bag toward me with his foot. I was shocked at how badly I wanted to please him. Deep inside I screamed no, but my arousal was so intense I could hardly contain myself. I grabbed the bag and went into the bathroom. The first selection I chose was a red thong and push up combo. I put on one of the pairs of high heels and sauntered out of the bathroom.
His eyes near bugged out of his head. "Come a little closer, Love." he commanded.
He picked me up like I was weightless and set me on his lap. He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and I could feel his cock come alive. He kissed me hard on the mouth and I felt like I was going to burst. His cock seemed to get bigger and bigger, so big that I became very curious. Without a second thought I found myself kneeling in front of him on the floor and pulling his boxers off with both my hands.
His cock sprang free and I was shocked. It was way bigger than Mr. Carr or the Sheik and they had seemed big. I wanted it so badly in my mouth that I could hardly contain myself. I knew it was the programming but it didn't matter, it was what this body wanted and the man deep inside me had no hope of stopping it. I could barely get a third of it in my mouth before it hit my throat but I sucked and licked like I was starving. I felt him softly rubbing my head with his big hands and heard him say, "Good girl."
After a few minutes he commanded me to strip and I dropped the lingerie to the floor revealing my perfect body. He effortlessly picked me up and set me down on his cock facing away from him. He left me breathless and impaled while he rubbed my nipples with his thumb and forefinger. I couldn't believe how full I felt. He was huge.
He put one hand on each of my hips and moved me up and down on his cock. My curvy body bounced and shook while horrifyingly feminine cries of ecstasy escaped my lips. Before long I felt the deep, hot burning start and then release itself to the surface in wave after wave of intense mind blowing pleasure. My muscles contracted and I broke into high pitched hysterics. After several minutes the orgasm began to subside but he wasn't done with me by a long shot.
He stood up with me still impaled and walked to the foot of the bed and dropped me on all fours. Standing at the edge of the bed he began to fuck me doggie style in long hard strokes that made my body shake. I could only imagine how I must have looked with my big butt bent over and my knees wide apart...my curvy body bouncing and shaking with his powerful thrusts. Soon, I felt it begin again and once more I was gasping and crying out with intense pleasure. But, he didn't stop. He continued for another ten minutes before crescendoing with hard quick strokes and husky moaning as he finally released himself inside of me. In the end, I had cum four times.
He pulled himself out, laid on his back and pulled me to him. I rested my head on his muscular shoulder and he softly stroked my arm. As I laid there satisfied, I started to realize what I had done and I felt ashamed. I was a man for god sakes. All of the other men had forced themselves on me...except Ali...but this was different I had allowed myself to be fucked. I tried to relax. I was a woman now and I had to except it...a woman who loved men. Despite it all, I felt safe and comfortable in his arms and I drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up, I was alone and there was a note on the bed on top of a pile of my new clothes. It read, "I went for a run. Get ready for dinner and clubbing and wear this outfit."
The white, skin-tight, ribbed dress, a white thong and white bra were laid on the bed beside a pair of 4 inch heels. I sighed and stood up. It was going to be a long night of showing off my body.
I walked into the bathroom to clean up and get dressed. I felt this intense internal desire to please Matt. It was almost uncontrollable. If it had been the Sheikh or Mr. Carr I would have run away, but there was something about Matt and I really still needed him anyway. I turned around and looked at my ass. It was still a perfectly formed piece of majestic art but what really surprised me was the tattoo the Sheikh had given me. It was almost completely gone. I had noticed it fading but assumed that it had been poorly done, but I now realized that my body must be expelling the ink. I had been told that I would be impervious to disease and would heal easily, but I hadn't even considered that my body would expel the ink. It made sense though. I was relieved that I wouldn't have to explain it to Matt. He probably hadn't noticed it. It was almost non-existent.
I hurried into the shower. I wanted to be totally ready when he walked in the door. 15 minutes later I stood before the mirror looking at a ridiculously hot club girl in a micro-small white club dress. My hair was wet but was already drying to perfect position. I looked behind me in the mirror. The dress clung to my ass showing every inch of it's perfect roundness. The front plunged deeply giving me enormous cleavage. My face was always tastefully made up because of the state of the art cosmetic tattooing but I wished that I had some perfume and cosmetics to give myself some dramatic flair.
I heard the hotel room door open and I rushed to greet him. He stopped in his tracks and whistled. "Good girl. You can follow orders well." There was a teasing tone to his voice, but I was beginning to realize that he was a man who loved to control and dominate his women. This was, of course, humiliating to me but also unbelievably arousing.
"Yes, sir." I responded in a teasing tone.
He walked over and twirled me around. "Gorgeous." he said simply. He held up several bags that he had brought in. "I thought you might need some perfume and cosmetics. I described you to the make up girl and she suggested the product in here.
"Thank you, Matt." I said smiling.
"You're welcome." he said smiling back and spanked me hard on the ass. "Off to the bathroom, Love. You need to finish getting ready."
I let out a little squeal that sounded very girly and was immediately embarrassed. I doubted I would ever get used to my voice.
"Such a girly-girl." he said smiling. "Now, hurry up or I'll give you a real spanking that you will remember."
I was immediately wet. Getting dominated and humiliated was so horribly arousing to me. I was tempted to resist on purpose, but I found myself following orders and scampering off to the bathroom.
I gave my eyes some dark eye-shadow making them really stand out. Man, was I hot. The perfume was very feminine, of course, and felt strange to put on. I was so used to cologne. I walked back out to another whistle from Matt.
"Good girl. Now, I need to get ready. Sit tight baby it only takes me a few minutes."
He emerged in nothing but boxer briefs and hurriedly put on jeans and a nice, crisp, white collared shirt.
"I'm starving, Love. Shall we get a dinner?"
"Sounds great!" I said enthusiastically and we left the hotel with his hand firmly planted on my ass. I felt like his girl now. I knew who I was deep inside but I felt so much pleasure that I didn't want to resist it.
I hurried into the shower. I wanted to be totally ready when he walked in the door. 15 minutes later I stood before the mirror looking at a ridiculously hot club girl in a micro-small white club dress. My hair was wet but was already drying to perfect position. I looked behind me in the mirror. The dress clung to my ass showing every inch of it's perfect roundness. The front plunged deeply giving me enormous cleavage. My face was always tastefully made up because of the state of the art cosmetic tattooing but I wished that I had some perfume and cosmetics to give myself some dramatic flair.
I heard the hotel room door open and I rushed to greet him. He stopped in his tracks and whistled. "Good girl. You can follow orders well." There was a teasing tone to his voice, but I was beginning to realize that he was a man who loved to control and dominate his women. This was, of course, humiliating to me but also unbelievably arousing.
"Yes, sir." I responded in a teasing tone.
He walked over and twirled me around. "Gorgeous." he said simply. He held up several bags that he had brought in. "I thought you might need some perfume and cosmetics. I described you to the make up girl and she suggested the product in here.
"Thank you, Matt." I said smiling.
"You're welcome." he said smiling back and spanked me hard on the ass. "Off to the bathroom, Love. You need to finish getting ready."
I let out a little squeal that sounded very girly and was immediately embarrassed. I doubted I would ever get used to my voice.
"Such a girly-girl." he said smiling. "Now, hurry up or I'll give you a real spanking that you will remember."
I was immediately wet. Getting dominated and humiliated was so horribly arousing to me. I was tempted to resist on purpose, but I found myself following orders and scampering off to the bathroom.
I gave my eyes some dark eye-shadow making them really stand out. Man, was I hot. The perfume was very feminine, of course, and felt strange to put on. I was so used to cologne. I walked back out to another whistle from Matt.
"Good girl. Now, I need to get ready. Sit tight baby it only takes me a few minutes."
He emerged in nothing but boxer briefs and hurriedly put on jeans and a nice, crisp, white collared shirt.
"I'm starving, Love. Shall we get a dinner?"
"Sounds great!" I said enthusiastically and we left the hotel with his hand firmly planted on my ass. I felt like his girl now. I knew who I was deep inside but I felt so much pleasure that I didn't want to resist it.
We ate a quick dinner at a casual Mexican restaurant nearby then hopped into cab to a club several miles away. The line was around the corner and I immediately dreaded standing in my heels, however to my surprise Matt had us dropped off right at the door and we walked straight to the doorman. He gave the 6'4", bald, rippled body builder a $100 handshake and we were waved right through.
Matt kept me close as we made our way through the throngs of people toward a velvet gated area. The music was extremely loud and the dimly lit room flashed with the multi-colored lights of a disco ball. Every male head swiveled toward me as we walked past. Many of their eyes literally bugged out of their head. I looked up at Matt to see his smug, self-satisfied face enjoying every minute of the attention. It was at a club just like this one in Amsterdam that I had been lured into the trap that changed my life forever and as I walked through the club I couldn't help but think back on that fateful day...my last day as a free man. Now, I was an eye candy girlfriend on display in a trendy nightclub. Boy had things changed.
Matt flashed his ID at the gated area and we sat down at a table that had a wrap around couch. I was thankful that he had paid for the VIP area. The couch was comfortable and a waitress brought our drinks straight to the table.
"Vodka Cranberry Ok, Love?" he asked. I nodded and the waitress hustled off to the bar. She was the typical hot, young VIP area waitress with big tits...smaller than mine but big nonetheless. They nearly popped out of her tight dress.
It only took three Vodka Cranberries before I had completely forgotten about the club in Amsterdam and my old self. I turned into a giggly, mess. All I wanted was to please Matt. I wanted him to fuck me as soon as possible and couldn't get his threat of spanking me out of my head. Would he really do it? It made my panties embarrassingly wet. I made a note to bring an extra pair in my purse whenever I went out with Matt.
He took me on the dance floor and I found myself surprisingly good at dancing. My new body was limber and had a thousand percent more rhythm than my old one. I thought back to the strip club which seemed so long ago and remembered that I wasn't that bad there either. I was happy to know that I was at least athletic.
Usually, I would have been humiliated to be on display like this, but the alcohol soothed that a bit and I shook my big ass for hours. At a little after 2 AM, we left the club and caught a cab right back to the hotel. I prattled on about how fun the dancing was and Matt moved his fingers high up my thigh as I spoke.
When we arrived, he kept me steady on the stairs and helped me through the door. He sat on the bed and smiled. "Be a good girl now and strip for me."
"And what if I refuse." I said in a flirty tone.
"I warned you earlier." he said with an edge in his voice but a twinkle in his eye.
"I don't believe you." The liquor had washed away all of my inhibitions and I no longer felt that wrong feeling at all.
He jumped up quickly and pulled me to the edge of the bed and over his lap. Within seconds I felt my tight dress pulled up exposing my thong-clad ass. The level of arousal I felt at that moment couldn't be quantified. I was a mess and the wet state of my pussy was an easy indication to him of just how excited I was in that humiliating position.
He swatted me with solid steady strokes that stung but did no damage. After about 15 he stopped and softly stroked my ass. His fingers made their way down to my pussy and softly rubbed me through my panties.
"You've been a bad girl, haven't you?" he said softly. When I didn't answer, he gave me a hard spank.
"Yes, Sir." I responded quickly.
"Good girl. Now, I want you to beg for it."
He set me down on my knees in front of him and waited.
"Please, Sir. Would you please fuck me." I said in my weak, high little voice.
"Good girl." he said condescendingly patting me on the head. I almost came at that moment. "Get into position." he ordered. "Back arched, ass in the air."
I stripped completely naked, leaned over the bed and brought my knees up under me on the edge of the bed. Then, I put my face and chest down on the bed and arched my back sending my ass high into the air. Lastly, I spread my knees wide apart so he would have full view and access. It was an extremely humiliating and submissive position.
I heard him take off his clothes and move behind me. His fingers softly rubbed my asshole and pussy making me moan deeply. I wanted him in me so badly. "Please Sir. Please fuck me."
His big hands grasped my both my hips and he pushed himself into me. It's size was shocking as always but I was so wet and ready that it slid all the way in with almost no pain. Soon, he was fucking me hard his hips causing a loud slap every they banged into my ass. I came in succession so many times I lost count. Finally, he came with a husky moan. He pulled me up on the bed with him and we fell asleep with his big muscular body spooning me.
I woke up late with a hangover as I did every morning for the next week. We drank every night and spent the day at the beach. He fucked me several times a day and spanked me every day as well. Even when I had been good. Deep inside I screamed at myself that it was wrong, but my desires overcame my internal conflict. I literally couldn't help myself...everything felt so good.
After about a week we laid at the beach napping off our hangovers when a football landed next to us. Matt quickly grabbed the ball and sent a perfect spiral from his knees to the kid about 30 yards away. His extremely fit body turned me on but I was also jealous of it.
"I miss throwing the ball around." he said obviously proud of his perfect throw.
"We could play catch..." I offered with a smile.
He laughed condescendingly. "Thank you, Love, but I don't think it would be quite the same."
I felt a tinge of anger. "I can throw quite well!" I said sounding like a petulant little girl. In my old body I could throw a tight spiral 50 yards. I had been the Quarterback on a college flag football team that had made it to the semi-finals in the all-school championship. I had always had a great arm. I doubted I could throw nearly as far as I used to but I certainly could still throw!
"Oh yeah?" said Matt. "Hey buddy!" he said to the two kids playing catch. "Do you mind if I borrow your ball for a moment?" I stood up anxious to prove him wrong.
The two teenagers jogged over and tossed Matt the ball. "My girly-girl here thinks she can throw so I'm going to let her prove it." he said with a big grin that I wanted to slap off of his face. He tossed the ball to me and had to grab it with both hands and pull it to my chest not to drop it. It was a large college sized Football, but it seemed three times as large as it should.
"Have you ever held one of those, sweetie?" he said laughing.
"Of course." I said calmly. "Now back up so I can throw it to you."
He backed up about 10 feet. Insulted, I angrily made him back up 25 yards. I tried to grab the laces with my tiny fingers and hold the ball like I used to but my hands were too damn small. I had to rest the ball on my palm.
"Let's go, sweetie. These kids don't have all day to wait for us."
I brought my arm back and threw with all my might, but the ball slipped and went straight up in the air bonking me right on the head as it came down. The ball landed two feet in front of me. A crowd had started to form amused at the banter between Matt and I and a huge burst of laughter followed my mishap. Matt was literally doubled over laughing at me.
"Nice throw, Love. Do you want me to back up more?" The crowd laughed again.
Angry and embarrassed, I picked the ball up clumsily and made another attempt. The ball slipped again and landed five feet in front of me causing another burst of laughter.
I picked it up a third time and this time it didn't slip but it fluttered about 15 feet landing softly on the sand. A big crowd had formed enjoying the helpless attempts of the big titted girly-girl in a tiny little thong bathing suit. They roared in laughter. I was utterly humiliated but I tried to smile and I bowed to the crowd good-naturedly, but inside I was fuming. I was so focused on the football that I hadn't really looked at the crowd. There were at least 10 cell phones filming the whole thing.
Matt jogged over with a sympathetic smile on his face. "Do you want me to teach you how to throw, Love?"
"I can throw just fine!" I hissed so only he could hear. "The ball was just a little big for me."
"Just fine huh?" he looked at one of the bystanders who had filmed. "Could I show her that?" The man handed the phone over and Matt played the file. I was horrified! I threw like the most girly-girl in the world! I looked like the stereotypical girl who never learned how to throw. I did literally everything wrong. The whole thing was hilarious...hilarious if it hadn't been me who was humiliated.
Matt saw my red face and giggled. "You're a girly-girl love and that Ok with me."
My embarrassment quickly turned to fear, however as I realized that the whole incident had the potential to turn viral! I had been so stupid. I had let my infatuation of Matt get in the way of my goals.
"Matt, we need to get out of here."
He smiled and nodded. "Sure, Love. Let's take a little nap in the hotel."
Matt kept me close as we made our way through the throngs of people toward a velvet gated area. The music was extremely loud and the dimly lit room flashed with the multi-colored lights of a disco ball. Every male head swiveled toward me as we walked past. Many of their eyes literally bugged out of their head. I looked up at Matt to see his smug, self-satisfied face enjoying every minute of the attention. It was at a club just like this one in Amsterdam that I had been lured into the trap that changed my life forever and as I walked through the club I couldn't help but think back on that fateful day...my last day as a free man. Now, I was an eye candy girlfriend on display in a trendy nightclub. Boy had things changed.
Matt flashed his ID at the gated area and we sat down at a table that had a wrap around couch. I was thankful that he had paid for the VIP area. The couch was comfortable and a waitress brought our drinks straight to the table.
"Vodka Cranberry Ok, Love?" he asked. I nodded and the waitress hustled off to the bar. She was the typical hot, young VIP area waitress with big tits...smaller than mine but big nonetheless. They nearly popped out of her tight dress.
It only took three Vodka Cranberries before I had completely forgotten about the club in Amsterdam and my old self. I turned into a giggly, mess. All I wanted was to please Matt. I wanted him to fuck me as soon as possible and couldn't get his threat of spanking me out of my head. Would he really do it? It made my panties embarrassingly wet. I made a note to bring an extra pair in my purse whenever I went out with Matt.
He took me on the dance floor and I found myself surprisingly good at dancing. My new body was limber and had a thousand percent more rhythm than my old one. I thought back to the strip club which seemed so long ago and remembered that I wasn't that bad there either. I was happy to know that I was at least athletic.
Usually, I would have been humiliated to be on display like this, but the alcohol soothed that a bit and I shook my big ass for hours. At a little after 2 AM, we left the club and caught a cab right back to the hotel. I prattled on about how fun the dancing was and Matt moved his fingers high up my thigh as I spoke.
When we arrived, he kept me steady on the stairs and helped me through the door. He sat on the bed and smiled. "Be a good girl now and strip for me."
"And what if I refuse." I said in a flirty tone.
"I warned you earlier." he said with an edge in his voice but a twinkle in his eye.
"I don't believe you." The liquor had washed away all of my inhibitions and I no longer felt that wrong feeling at all.
He jumped up quickly and pulled me to the edge of the bed and over his lap. Within seconds I felt my tight dress pulled up exposing my thong-clad ass. The level of arousal I felt at that moment couldn't be quantified. I was a mess and the wet state of my pussy was an easy indication to him of just how excited I was in that humiliating position.
He swatted me with solid steady strokes that stung but did no damage. After about 15 he stopped and softly stroked my ass. His fingers made their way down to my pussy and softly rubbed me through my panties.
"You've been a bad girl, haven't you?" he said softly. When I didn't answer, he gave me a hard spank.
"Yes, Sir." I responded quickly.
"Good girl. Now, I want you to beg for it."
He set me down on my knees in front of him and waited.
"Please, Sir. Would you please fuck me." I said in my weak, high little voice.
"Good girl." he said condescendingly patting me on the head. I almost came at that moment. "Get into position." he ordered. "Back arched, ass in the air."
I stripped completely naked, leaned over the bed and brought my knees up under me on the edge of the bed. Then, I put my face and chest down on the bed and arched my back sending my ass high into the air. Lastly, I spread my knees wide apart so he would have full view and access. It was an extremely humiliating and submissive position.
I heard him take off his clothes and move behind me. His fingers softly rubbed my asshole and pussy making me moan deeply. I wanted him in me so badly. "Please Sir. Please fuck me."
His big hands grasped my both my hips and he pushed himself into me. It's size was shocking as always but I was so wet and ready that it slid all the way in with almost no pain. Soon, he was fucking me hard his hips causing a loud slap every they banged into my ass. I came in succession so many times I lost count. Finally, he came with a husky moan. He pulled me up on the bed with him and we fell asleep with his big muscular body spooning me.
I woke up late with a hangover as I did every morning for the next week. We drank every night and spent the day at the beach. He fucked me several times a day and spanked me every day as well. Even when I had been good. Deep inside I screamed at myself that it was wrong, but my desires overcame my internal conflict. I literally couldn't help myself...everything felt so good.
After about a week we laid at the beach napping off our hangovers when a football landed next to us. Matt quickly grabbed the ball and sent a perfect spiral from his knees to the kid about 30 yards away. His extremely fit body turned me on but I was also jealous of it.
"I miss throwing the ball around." he said obviously proud of his perfect throw.
"We could play catch..." I offered with a smile.
He laughed condescendingly. "Thank you, Love, but I don't think it would be quite the same."
I felt a tinge of anger. "I can throw quite well!" I said sounding like a petulant little girl. In my old body I could throw a tight spiral 50 yards. I had been the Quarterback on a college flag football team that had made it to the semi-finals in the all-school championship. I had always had a great arm. I doubted I could throw nearly as far as I used to but I certainly could still throw!
"Oh yeah?" said Matt. "Hey buddy!" he said to the two kids playing catch. "Do you mind if I borrow your ball for a moment?" I stood up anxious to prove him wrong.
The two teenagers jogged over and tossed Matt the ball. "My girly-girl here thinks she can throw so I'm going to let her prove it." he said with a big grin that I wanted to slap off of his face. He tossed the ball to me and had to grab it with both hands and pull it to my chest not to drop it. It was a large college sized Football, but it seemed three times as large as it should.
"Have you ever held one of those, sweetie?" he said laughing.
"Of course." I said calmly. "Now back up so I can throw it to you."
He backed up about 10 feet. Insulted, I angrily made him back up 25 yards. I tried to grab the laces with my tiny fingers and hold the ball like I used to but my hands were too damn small. I had to rest the ball on my palm.
"Let's go, sweetie. These kids don't have all day to wait for us."
I brought my arm back and threw with all my might, but the ball slipped and went straight up in the air bonking me right on the head as it came down. The ball landed two feet in front of me. A crowd had started to form amused at the banter between Matt and I and a huge burst of laughter followed my mishap. Matt was literally doubled over laughing at me.
"Nice throw, Love. Do you want me to back up more?" The crowd laughed again.
Angry and embarrassed, I picked the ball up clumsily and made another attempt. The ball slipped again and landed five feet in front of me causing another burst of laughter.
I picked it up a third time and this time it didn't slip but it fluttered about 15 feet landing softly on the sand. A big crowd had formed enjoying the helpless attempts of the big titted girly-girl in a tiny little thong bathing suit. They roared in laughter. I was utterly humiliated but I tried to smile and I bowed to the crowd good-naturedly, but inside I was fuming. I was so focused on the football that I hadn't really looked at the crowd. There were at least 10 cell phones filming the whole thing.
Matt jogged over with a sympathetic smile on his face. "Do you want me to teach you how to throw, Love?"
"I can throw just fine!" I hissed so only he could hear. "The ball was just a little big for me."
"Just fine huh?" he looked at one of the bystanders who had filmed. "Could I show her that?" The man handed the phone over and Matt played the file. I was horrified! I threw like the most girly-girl in the world! I looked like the stereotypical girl who never learned how to throw. I did literally everything wrong. The whole thing was hilarious...hilarious if it hadn't been me who was humiliated.
Matt saw my red face and giggled. "You're a girly-girl love and that Ok with me."
My embarrassment quickly turned to fear, however as I realized that the whole incident had the potential to turn viral! I had been so stupid. I had let my infatuation of Matt get in the way of my goals.
"Matt, we need to get out of here."
He smiled and nodded. "Sure, Love. Let's take a little nap in the hotel."
Suddenly, it seemed if every man I saw was working for the Sheikh. I couldn't tell if they were just staring at a hot girl or there was something more nefarious going on. By the time I had reached the hotel room, my paranoia had reached a fever pitch.
I went into the bathroom and splashed some cold water in my face. The beautiful raven haired girl in the mirror looked terrified. I was so little and helpless now, but I knew I had to be strong. I was not going to go down without a fight.
Matt knocked on the door and asked if I was alright. He wasn't to blame but my damn programming had taken over. In the presence of a handsome dominant man, my brain had turned to jelly and I had been ruled by my desires. I had forgotten just how precarious my situation still was.
"Yes, Matt, I'll be right out."
He stood outside the bathroom still only wearing his bathing suit and flip flops. The light from the window caught him perfectly and the view was breathtaking. Nothing but ripped muscles and pure masculinity. I took a deep breath and tried to put his body out my mind for a moment.
"Matt, I have something important to tell you."
"Me first." he interrupted. I nodded for him to continue. "I was called back to duty yesterday. I only have 48 hours left before I ship out. I would love to stay here with you but I'm almost broke and I really need the job."
"I understand." I was ripped apart by the news, although deep down I knew it was the best thing for me. We embraced and he said he was sorry a few more times before asking what my news was.
"Matt, the captain did more than just not pay me what I was due. He stole a bag of diamonds from me. Plus, he forced me to have sex with him by threatening to expose my fake passport."
There was a mixture of confusion and anger on his face as he took all the news in. He opened his mouth but I could tell he didn't know where to start.
"I was kidnapped by a powerful foreign man. The captain found out I was on the run and had a fake passport. He searched my room on the boat and found the diamonds which were everything I had in the world." A real tear ran down my cheek. Soon, I had told him almost everything. I left out the most sordid details and the names of my kidnappers. He was angry and appalled. As far as I could tell he believed it all.
"I...I did all those things to you...it must have been traumatic."
At that moment I knew that I could never tell a soul again what had happened to me. They would feel sorry for me and I would never be treated normal by anyone again.
"It's fine. I just need help getting my diamonds back." I was amazed how quickly I turned his pity to my advantage.
"Of course, I actually know exactly where the asshole lives."
My mind was full of determination and things began to click. It was as if I was back in my old male CEO body making quick decisions.
"We need to find a gun show."
Matt's eyes bugged out. "I don't want to get arrested Jenni!"
"Don't worry, we won't even load it but a gun is not all I want."
It took us a matter of moments to find a gun show. We were in Florida and I imagined they were available almost constantly. We had to drive north 25 miles north but the show was expansive and we quickly got what we needed without a background check...a semi-automatic pistol and a police level tazor. Next, we drove directly to the Captain's house. Matt looked nervous but determined.
The Captain's neighborhood was a nice middle class suburban area with well maintained single story homes. His house was very pretty and so was his teen age daughter who was leaving as we cruised by.
"You would think that a man with a teenage daughter would treat women better." said Matt bitterly.
I smiled and patted him on the leg. He really was a good guy.
We waited in the car down the street and watched the Captain's house. He came out a few times to water the plants and check the mail and after a couple of hours we finally watched his wife leave. It was now 8:00 and completely dark. As stealthily as possible we made our way to his front door.
I went into the bathroom and splashed some cold water in my face. The beautiful raven haired girl in the mirror looked terrified. I was so little and helpless now, but I knew I had to be strong. I was not going to go down without a fight.
Matt knocked on the door and asked if I was alright. He wasn't to blame but my damn programming had taken over. In the presence of a handsome dominant man, my brain had turned to jelly and I had been ruled by my desires. I had forgotten just how precarious my situation still was.
"Yes, Matt, I'll be right out."
He stood outside the bathroom still only wearing his bathing suit and flip flops. The light from the window caught him perfectly and the view was breathtaking. Nothing but ripped muscles and pure masculinity. I took a deep breath and tried to put his body out my mind for a moment.
"Matt, I have something important to tell you."
"Me first." he interrupted. I nodded for him to continue. "I was called back to duty yesterday. I only have 48 hours left before I ship out. I would love to stay here with you but I'm almost broke and I really need the job."
"I understand." I was ripped apart by the news, although deep down I knew it was the best thing for me. We embraced and he said he was sorry a few more times before asking what my news was.
"Matt, the captain did more than just not pay me what I was due. He stole a bag of diamonds from me. Plus, he forced me to have sex with him by threatening to expose my fake passport."
There was a mixture of confusion and anger on his face as he took all the news in. He opened his mouth but I could tell he didn't know where to start.
"I was kidnapped by a powerful foreign man. The captain found out I was on the run and had a fake passport. He searched my room on the boat and found the diamonds which were everything I had in the world." A real tear ran down my cheek. Soon, I had told him almost everything. I left out the most sordid details and the names of my kidnappers. He was angry and appalled. As far as I could tell he believed it all.
"I...I did all those things to you...it must have been traumatic."
At that moment I knew that I could never tell a soul again what had happened to me. They would feel sorry for me and I would never be treated normal by anyone again.
"It's fine. I just need help getting my diamonds back." I was amazed how quickly I turned his pity to my advantage.
"Of course, I actually know exactly where the asshole lives."
My mind was full of determination and things began to click. It was as if I was back in my old male CEO body making quick decisions.
"We need to find a gun show."
Matt's eyes bugged out. "I don't want to get arrested Jenni!"
"Don't worry, we won't even load it but a gun is not all I want."
It took us a matter of moments to find a gun show. We were in Florida and I imagined they were available almost constantly. We had to drive north 25 miles north but the show was expansive and we quickly got what we needed without a background check...a semi-automatic pistol and a police level tazor. Next, we drove directly to the Captain's house. Matt looked nervous but determined.
The Captain's neighborhood was a nice middle class suburban area with well maintained single story homes. His house was very pretty and so was his teen age daughter who was leaving as we cruised by.
"You would think that a man with a teenage daughter would treat women better." said Matt bitterly.
I smiled and patted him on the leg. He really was a good guy.
We waited in the car down the street and watched the Captain's house. He came out a few times to water the plants and check the mail and after a couple of hours we finally watched his wife leave. It was now 8:00 and completely dark. As stealthily as possible we made our way to his front door.
The look on his face when he answered the door was priceless. He obviously never expected to see me again...especially me holding a gun squarely at his balls and telling him to back up into his house. He did exactly what he was told but I could tell by his darting eyes that he was looking for a way to disarm me. Matt waited in the shadows outside the door not wanting to expose his face unless there was an emergency.
I had him back up into the center of the room and calmly I pulled my tazor out of the waistband of my skirt and shot him into the chest. He convulsed and then collapsed into a heap on the floor. I had set the thing as high as it would go and he was out cold. Within a minute we had him handcuffed to a chair in his office. A quick search yielded no money or diamonds other than $800 in his wallet so we waited for him to wake up. Matt in the next room and me sitting in front of him in my tight girly-girl t-shirt.
It took about five minutes to wake up and when he did his face bore a look of pure terror. "Where are the diamonds, Captain?"
"I...I...I don't know what you are talking about." he stuttered.
I shot him in the chest with the tazor again. This time I set it in the middle so he wouldn't pass out. He streamed in agony and I let him fry for about 10 seconds before pulling my hand off the trigger.
"Where are the diamonds, Captain?"
"Really, Jenni, I don't..." He stopped because I once again held the trigger down watching him convulse in agony. "Ok, Ok...." He screamed.
I stopped and waited. "Well, Captain?"
"I don't have them anymore..." I pulled the trigger again and looked him right in the eye. After about 10 seconds of agony he finally pleaded. "Ok, Ok, they are in my safe...just stop."
His safe was behind a picture. "So cliche, Captain." I mocked. Inside, I found two hand guns which I put in my bag and the bag of diamonds. There were 10-15 missing but it still contained at least 30. He also had a big manila envelope with at least 10 grand in cash.
"Good boy, Captain except you owe me some diamonds, don't you?"
"The first mate has some and I sold a few. Please, I don't have them." he wept.
"Where does your wife keep her jewelry?"
I poured her jewelry in the bag and returned to the captain. "It appears that you are still several hundred grand short, Captain." I held the tazor. "Shall we say 1 second for every thousand you are short? That should be three minutes give or take."
"Please, Jenni, that's all I have!"
"You better start thinking Captain or you are just going to have to pay with electricity."
The Captain broke down and gave me everything he had. He had more cash in the house and a few more pieces of jewelry.
"Captain, it's been a pleasure seeing you again." I mocked. I put the handcuff key in his right hand behind his back. He would be able to eventually get himself loose but we would be long gone.
I walked to the front of him and held out a letter I had written. It detailed how he had raped me on the boat and how if I disappeared it was the Captain who had harmed me.
"Captain. I've made three copies of this letter. If anything happens to me your wife, the police and the shipping company will all get a copy. I have a very reliable friend who will send these letters immediately. Do you understand?"
"Yes" he said in almost a whisper.
"Good boy, Captain." I said gripping his balls. "I sure hope you can get loose before your wife and daughter get home."
I walked out of the house and calmly sauntered down the block to the car. Matt had left moments earlier never having had to expose himself. He pulled away and down the street at the speed limit. I finally allowed myself to relax. The Sheikh and Mr. Carr would be much tougher to deal with, but I was now exploding with confidence. I was ready to kick ass!
I had him back up into the center of the room and calmly I pulled my tazor out of the waistband of my skirt and shot him into the chest. He convulsed and then collapsed into a heap on the floor. I had set the thing as high as it would go and he was out cold. Within a minute we had him handcuffed to a chair in his office. A quick search yielded no money or diamonds other than $800 in his wallet so we waited for him to wake up. Matt in the next room and me sitting in front of him in my tight girly-girl t-shirt.
It took about five minutes to wake up and when he did his face bore a look of pure terror. "Where are the diamonds, Captain?"
"I...I...I don't know what you are talking about." he stuttered.
I shot him in the chest with the tazor again. This time I set it in the middle so he wouldn't pass out. He streamed in agony and I let him fry for about 10 seconds before pulling my hand off the trigger.
"Where are the diamonds, Captain?"
"Really, Jenni, I don't..." He stopped because I once again held the trigger down watching him convulse in agony. "Ok, Ok...." He screamed.
I stopped and waited. "Well, Captain?"
"I don't have them anymore..." I pulled the trigger again and looked him right in the eye. After about 10 seconds of agony he finally pleaded. "Ok, Ok, they are in my safe...just stop."
His safe was behind a picture. "So cliche, Captain." I mocked. Inside, I found two hand guns which I put in my bag and the bag of diamonds. There were 10-15 missing but it still contained at least 30. He also had a big manila envelope with at least 10 grand in cash.
"Good boy, Captain except you owe me some diamonds, don't you?"
"The first mate has some and I sold a few. Please, I don't have them." he wept.
"Where does your wife keep her jewelry?"
I poured her jewelry in the bag and returned to the captain. "It appears that you are still several hundred grand short, Captain." I held the tazor. "Shall we say 1 second for every thousand you are short? That should be three minutes give or take."
"Please, Jenni, that's all I have!"
"You better start thinking Captain or you are just going to have to pay with electricity."
The Captain broke down and gave me everything he had. He had more cash in the house and a few more pieces of jewelry.
"Captain, it's been a pleasure seeing you again." I mocked. I put the handcuff key in his right hand behind his back. He would be able to eventually get himself loose but we would be long gone.
I walked to the front of him and held out a letter I had written. It detailed how he had raped me on the boat and how if I disappeared it was the Captain who had harmed me.
"Captain. I've made three copies of this letter. If anything happens to me your wife, the police and the shipping company will all get a copy. I have a very reliable friend who will send these letters immediately. Do you understand?"
"Yes" he said in almost a whisper.
"Good boy, Captain." I said gripping his balls. "I sure hope you can get loose before your wife and daughter get home."
I walked out of the house and calmly sauntered down the block to the car. Matt had left moments earlier never having had to expose himself. He pulled away and down the street at the speed limit. I finally allowed myself to relax. The Sheikh and Mr. Carr would be much tougher to deal with, but I was now exploding with confidence. I was ready to kick ass!
The next few days before Matt left were fairly uneventful. We rented a new hotel up the coast in Fort Lauderdale and stayed out of view.
Everything had changed between Matt and I. He treated me like a queen constantly asking if I was alright. We still had sex but he was careful and he was caring to the point of making it boring. By the time the day came for him to leave, I was relieved for him to go back to his job.
He was a great guy but I could tell that he was not cut out for what I had planned. He gave me a long kiss, grabbed his bag and walked out of my life for what I knew would be probably be forever.
I sat on the hotel bed for a long time before I sprang into action. Once I started, I was determined to see it through to the end. I grabbed my bags, took a deep breath and left the hotel room. Immediately, I hailed a cab and went directly to the smallest, sketchiest run down car lot I could find and it had exactly what I needed - a ten year old dark blue Honda Accord. I dropped ten grand cash on the table and without questioning it the salesman registered the car to the name Melinda Gaines. I made up the name in the cab, so that there would be no trace of someone with my name buying a car.
I hopped into the nondescript sedan and I was on the freeway within ten minutes. I waited until south Florida was well into my rear view mirror and pulled off at a desolate location. With determination, I followed the exact advice of the YouTube video I had viewed the night before and hid all of my loot and guns in the car door panels. It wouldn't stop a cop who really wanted to find something, but it would keep my precious valuables relatively safe.
I drove day and night with an intensity of purpose that kept my eyes focused and on the road. When I slept it was in hotels that took cash and asked no questions. When I finally reached the desolate rural outskirts of Vegas I found what I needed fairly easily. A run down motel and a gun range. As luck would have it there was only a 100 yard walk between them.
I had been so focused on the the drive across the country and staying out of view that I still hadn't stopped to replace my revealing sexualized clothing, so I swayed into the motel office still wearing the tight girly-girl t-shirt and tiny little shorts. The beer-bellied, bald middle aged motel clerk took my money with a smirk and insisted on showing me around the place. I was relieved to see a laundry and a small grocery attached to the motel office. My room was very small, but surprisingly clean. It would do. I thanked the man but he kept hanging around and insisted on carrying my bags. Finally, I told him I was tired from the road and needed a nap. He left me reluctantly with a goofy smile on his face.
I slept soundly, showered and then drove into the outskirts of Vegas to clothing shop. It didn't take long to realize that my proportions were not exactly
"off the shelf." My big tits and ass were not very accommodating to the Target women's clothing line. I eventually had to buy yoga pants and fitted women's shirts that molded to my figure. I was going to need to get on the internet and figure out how to buy clothing for a woman of my proportions.
Back in the little hotel room I stood in front of the mirror and tried on the yoga pants. They clung to my curves like a second skin and I immediately wondered what I was thinking when I bought them. They were comfortable though. The fitted women's shirts looked incredible on me accentuating my perfectly formed tits. I was a walking wet dream. Before I could chicken out, I slipped on my running shoes and walked directly over to the gun range.
The range was attached to a large gun shop. Two men were behind the counter. Both very muscular and heavily tattooed. One was much more handsome than the other and I instantly felt his dominant personality. Especially below the belt.
"What can we do for you, sweetheart?" he said with extreme confidence. He had a deep, strong voice with a slight country drawl. As he stood up, I realized he was at least 6'4"
"I would like to learn how to shoot." I said innocently.
"Great. You've come to the right place. Hand gun?"
"Yes, hand gun and everything else. Even that thing." I said coyly looking at a sniper riffle.
They laughed. "Well, why don't we start with a nice small hand gun for a lady. We can work up to a military level sniper riffle. "
"What's a sniper riffle?" I asked laughing to myself.
Once again both men burst out laughing. "It's what Uncle Sam trained me for, sweetheart. You won't be ready for that for a long while. Let's start with one of these." he said picking up a small handgun. "First lesson is on me."
He guided me into the range with his hand on the small of my back.
Everything had changed between Matt and I. He treated me like a queen constantly asking if I was alright. We still had sex but he was careful and he was caring to the point of making it boring. By the time the day came for him to leave, I was relieved for him to go back to his job.
He was a great guy but I could tell that he was not cut out for what I had planned. He gave me a long kiss, grabbed his bag and walked out of my life for what I knew would be probably be forever.
I sat on the hotel bed for a long time before I sprang into action. Once I started, I was determined to see it through to the end. I grabbed my bags, took a deep breath and left the hotel room. Immediately, I hailed a cab and went directly to the smallest, sketchiest run down car lot I could find and it had exactly what I needed - a ten year old dark blue Honda Accord. I dropped ten grand cash on the table and without questioning it the salesman registered the car to the name Melinda Gaines. I made up the name in the cab, so that there would be no trace of someone with my name buying a car.
I hopped into the nondescript sedan and I was on the freeway within ten minutes. I waited until south Florida was well into my rear view mirror and pulled off at a desolate location. With determination, I followed the exact advice of the YouTube video I had viewed the night before and hid all of my loot and guns in the car door panels. It wouldn't stop a cop who really wanted to find something, but it would keep my precious valuables relatively safe.
I drove day and night with an intensity of purpose that kept my eyes focused and on the road. When I slept it was in hotels that took cash and asked no questions. When I finally reached the desolate rural outskirts of Vegas I found what I needed fairly easily. A run down motel and a gun range. As luck would have it there was only a 100 yard walk between them.
I had been so focused on the the drive across the country and staying out of view that I still hadn't stopped to replace my revealing sexualized clothing, so I swayed into the motel office still wearing the tight girly-girl t-shirt and tiny little shorts. The beer-bellied, bald middle aged motel clerk took my money with a smirk and insisted on showing me around the place. I was relieved to see a laundry and a small grocery attached to the motel office. My room was very small, but surprisingly clean. It would do. I thanked the man but he kept hanging around and insisted on carrying my bags. Finally, I told him I was tired from the road and needed a nap. He left me reluctantly with a goofy smile on his face.
I slept soundly, showered and then drove into the outskirts of Vegas to clothing shop. It didn't take long to realize that my proportions were not exactly
"off the shelf." My big tits and ass were not very accommodating to the Target women's clothing line. I eventually had to buy yoga pants and fitted women's shirts that molded to my figure. I was going to need to get on the internet and figure out how to buy clothing for a woman of my proportions.
Back in the little hotel room I stood in front of the mirror and tried on the yoga pants. They clung to my curves like a second skin and I immediately wondered what I was thinking when I bought them. They were comfortable though. The fitted women's shirts looked incredible on me accentuating my perfectly formed tits. I was a walking wet dream. Before I could chicken out, I slipped on my running shoes and walked directly over to the gun range.
The range was attached to a large gun shop. Two men were behind the counter. Both very muscular and heavily tattooed. One was much more handsome than the other and I instantly felt his dominant personality. Especially below the belt.
"What can we do for you, sweetheart?" he said with extreme confidence. He had a deep, strong voice with a slight country drawl. As he stood up, I realized he was at least 6'4"
"I would like to learn how to shoot." I said innocently.
"Great. You've come to the right place. Hand gun?"
"Yes, hand gun and everything else. Even that thing." I said coyly looking at a sniper riffle.
They laughed. "Well, why don't we start with a nice small hand gun for a lady. We can work up to a military level sniper riffle. "
"What's a sniper riffle?" I asked laughing to myself.
Once again both men burst out laughing. "It's what Uncle Sam trained me for, sweetheart. You won't be ready for that for a long while. Let's start with one of these." he said picking up a small handgun. "First lesson is on me."
He guided me into the range with his hand on the small of my back.
He was gentle with me as he guided me into the shooting range and loaded a small caliber hand gun for me, but I could feel his dominance. He was an incredibly confident man. Although, he wasn't unbelievably handsome like Mr. Carr, he wasn't unattractive and his body was really fit. He also had that confidence that makes someone more attractive than they are. Every time his hands touched me I felt my vagina instantly lubricate. The curse of Mr. X's fantasy still affecting my body like the first day after my transformation.
He stood behind me and taught me the proper form by holding my arms in place. I could feel his cock up against my ass. It was really hard to remember his instructions but he was patient and after about an hour I was shooting with relative accuracy. Once we were outside of the range and back in the gun store he complimented me.
"Not bad for a little girl on her first try."
I blanched at the 'little girl' but it also made me wetter. "Thank you, Sir, for the lesson." I couldn't believe the "Sir" had come out of my mouth.
He laughed. "Sir is good, but you can also call me Mitch."
"Ok, Mitch, it is." I said feeling really embarrassed.
"Where do you live, Jenni?"
"Oh, I'm just staying over here at the motel for awhile."
That seemed to make him happy.
"And why do you want to learn to shoot so badly."
"I'd rather not say, Mitch." I responded looking down.
"That's Ok, sweetheart. It really is none of my business anyway. Whatever happens here stays here. I'm like the doctor...gun instructor-student confidentiality."
I smiled and turned to leave. "Thank you." I said softly.
"Come back this afternoon and we'll continue. I have some free time around 3."
"Sounds good." I smiled widely at him.
As I walked back to the motel, I knew he was staring at my ass in the yoga pants...I would have in his position. The perfectly round orb bounced and jiggled provocatively no matter how hard I tried to keep it under control. It was such a humiliatingly sexy ass.
As I ate a light lunch back in the room I wondered why I had called him Sir. It had just come out of my mouth as if I had no control. My internal need to be submissive was going to be a constant battle. I looked outside and then when I saw the coast was clear I sneaked into my car, opened up the door panels and took my guns and a little cash out. The guns were bigger than the one Mitch had taught me with. If these big guns didn't work, I would buy a smaller one from Mitch, but I wanted to try them out this afternoon.
Back in the room, I laid on the bed and turned the television set on. Suddenly, exhaustion hit me like a ton of bricks and I was out cold.
I woke up with a start at 3:10, and rushed off to the range with my guns. Mitch laughed when he saw them. First of all, you are late bad girl and secondly those guns are for big boys. Where did you get them.
"My Dad gave them to me." I said making up a lie quickly.
"And he didn't teach you how to use them?" he asked.
"No Sir." I felt my face instantly red. I had called him Sir again. What was wrong with me?
He laughed. "Well, I guess I'm going to have to be your Daddy and teach you how to use them."
I smiled shyly. "Ok, Daddy, teach me how to use these big guns." I said sexily trying to sound less shy.
He laughed loudly and led me out to the range with his hand on my lower back.
The big guns were hard for me to use but after an hour I had gotten relatively proficient with them. When the lesson was over I bought several boxes of ammunition and kept practicing. Before I knew it, it was 7 o'clock and I was out of ammo.
When I came out of the range, the two men were hanging out and drinking beer. "Hew Sweetie. If you keep that up, you are going to be quite a sharp shooter." said the one who I had found out was named Cody. He wasn't particularly good looking, but was amazingly cut. There was something sinister about him though. I didn't feel comfortable around him.
"What are you doing tonight, Jenni?" said Mitch. We are going to a bar down the road to throw some darts and shoot some pool. What don't you join us?"
I didn't want to be rude, but I also feared what would happen if I had too much too drink.
"I don't really have anything to wear."
"You can wear what you have on. It's a casual place."
I didn't know what to say so I just said "Ok." I kicked myself inside. Have a spine and just say no I said to myself. However, I realized at the same time that this was my personality now. It took an extreme act of will on my part to be powerful and strong. I needed to learn how to steel myself and always be confident.
We hopped into Mitch's pickup with me taking the "bitch" seat in the middle. I was not looking forward to the night in a honkey tonk wearing yoga pants and a tight, fitted girl shirt. Although, my body thought otherwise. I was getting wet at the thought of putting my body on display.
He stood behind me and taught me the proper form by holding my arms in place. I could feel his cock up against my ass. It was really hard to remember his instructions but he was patient and after about an hour I was shooting with relative accuracy. Once we were outside of the range and back in the gun store he complimented me.
"Not bad for a little girl on her first try."
I blanched at the 'little girl' but it also made me wetter. "Thank you, Sir, for the lesson." I couldn't believe the "Sir" had come out of my mouth.
He laughed. "Sir is good, but you can also call me Mitch."
"Ok, Mitch, it is." I said feeling really embarrassed.
"Where do you live, Jenni?"
"Oh, I'm just staying over here at the motel for awhile."
That seemed to make him happy.
"And why do you want to learn to shoot so badly."
"I'd rather not say, Mitch." I responded looking down.
"That's Ok, sweetheart. It really is none of my business anyway. Whatever happens here stays here. I'm like the doctor...gun instructor-student confidentiality."
I smiled and turned to leave. "Thank you." I said softly.
"Come back this afternoon and we'll continue. I have some free time around 3."
"Sounds good." I smiled widely at him.
As I walked back to the motel, I knew he was staring at my ass in the yoga pants...I would have in his position. The perfectly round orb bounced and jiggled provocatively no matter how hard I tried to keep it under control. It was such a humiliatingly sexy ass.
As I ate a light lunch back in the room I wondered why I had called him Sir. It had just come out of my mouth as if I had no control. My internal need to be submissive was going to be a constant battle. I looked outside and then when I saw the coast was clear I sneaked into my car, opened up the door panels and took my guns and a little cash out. The guns were bigger than the one Mitch had taught me with. If these big guns didn't work, I would buy a smaller one from Mitch, but I wanted to try them out this afternoon.
Back in the room, I laid on the bed and turned the television set on. Suddenly, exhaustion hit me like a ton of bricks and I was out cold.
I woke up with a start at 3:10, and rushed off to the range with my guns. Mitch laughed when he saw them. First of all, you are late bad girl and secondly those guns are for big boys. Where did you get them.
"My Dad gave them to me." I said making up a lie quickly.
"And he didn't teach you how to use them?" he asked.
"No Sir." I felt my face instantly red. I had called him Sir again. What was wrong with me?
He laughed. "Well, I guess I'm going to have to be your Daddy and teach you how to use them."
I smiled shyly. "Ok, Daddy, teach me how to use these big guns." I said sexily trying to sound less shy.
He laughed loudly and led me out to the range with his hand on my lower back.
The big guns were hard for me to use but after an hour I had gotten relatively proficient with them. When the lesson was over I bought several boxes of ammunition and kept practicing. Before I knew it, it was 7 o'clock and I was out of ammo.
When I came out of the range, the two men were hanging out and drinking beer. "Hew Sweetie. If you keep that up, you are going to be quite a sharp shooter." said the one who I had found out was named Cody. He wasn't particularly good looking, but was amazingly cut. There was something sinister about him though. I didn't feel comfortable around him.
"What are you doing tonight, Jenni?" said Mitch. We are going to a bar down the road to throw some darts and shoot some pool. What don't you join us?"
I didn't want to be rude, but I also feared what would happen if I had too much too drink.
"I don't really have anything to wear."
"You can wear what you have on. It's a casual place."
I didn't know what to say so I just said "Ok." I kicked myself inside. Have a spine and just say no I said to myself. However, I realized at the same time that this was my personality now. It took an extreme act of will on my part to be powerful and strong. I needed to learn how to steel myself and always be confident.
We hopped into Mitch's pickup with me taking the "bitch" seat in the middle. I was not looking forward to the night in a honkey tonk wearing yoga pants and a tight, fitted girl shirt. Although, my body thought otherwise. I was getting wet at the thought of putting my body on display.
Yoga pants...I had absolutely loved looking at them as a man and now as a woman they felt unbelievably comfortable, however they left very little to the imagination. The boys had practically forced me to play pool and now as I bent over the table stretching to get close enough to make a difficult shot I could hear the comments and jeering from behind me. The good ole boys in this honkey tonk bar were enjoying the view. From the front it wasn't much better as my cleavage was getting ogled by a group of men at a table across the room. I was so embarrassed yet at the same time I wished I had a change of panties...I was sopping wet.
They had purchased a steady stream of wine coolers for me and my head was getting a little dizzy as the buzz got stronger and stronger. It didn't take much to get my little body drunk. My tits and perfect round ass might be big but my frame was not. I got drunk very easily. We finally stopped playing pool and found an empty table. Before I could sit down Mitch pulled me onto his lap and I felt his cock get instantly hard.
"I think you will be more comfortable on Daddy's lap." He said placing his hand very high up on my inner thigh. I was terrified that I would burst right then and begin to cum.
Cody sat across the table from us with a girl he had met that night. Her named was Olivia or Emily or something like that. She was very young with big, wide innocent eyes, but from the way she dressed you could tell she was far from innocent. She was very drunk and very enamored with Cody. Cody ordered us more drinks and whispered something in the bartenders ear.
They were the last drinks we had as immediately after our glasses were empty, Cody suggested that we go back to the motel. Before I could answer, we were all up and rushing off to the truck. I felt like I was in a daze. I literally couldn't help myself. I knew what would happen if we all went back to my motel room but at that moment I didn't care. My body was on fire with desire. We hopped into the now crowded truck and Olivia or Emily or whatever her name was jumped on Cody's lap so we could all fit. It was then that I realized that every touch felt amazing. Even her hair brushing my cheek as we climbed in sent a shiver of pleasure through me. When Mitch's hand brushed my thigh as he drove I literally convulsed with the feeling.
We stumbled into my little hotel room and Cody popped beers for everyone, but nobody finished them. Within a minute I was making out with Mitch and Emily, Olivia or whatever her name was was making out with Cody. I couldn't believe how wet and aroused I was. Mitch pulled my tight shirt over my head and felt the now familiar heavy bounce as my tits broke free. He, then ordered me to strip my tights. I did so without hesitation and stood before him in my little pink thong and push up bra set. He took a moment to ogle me before ordering me naked. Once again I quickly obeyed him and I stood before him with my tiny, bald pussy and huge firm tits exposed for his pleasure. I could feel the wetness seeping onto my upper thighs and my nipples poked out in intense arousal state. I looked up from my 5'3" viewpoint to his 6'4" and watched as he undressed.
His chiseled body didn't seem to have an ounce of fat on it and his cock looked huge. I was beginning to wonder if every man's cock looked huge when you were a little, tight, vulnerable girl. My programming made me want to take it in my mouth immediately. It was literally impossible to resist, but as I started to go for it I was stopped by one of his huge hands. He flipped me around and bent me over the bed and I noticed for the first time that the other girl was naked too and bent over the other side of the bed. Our heads met in the middle and I heard Mitch's deep voice command "kiss her" as he gave me a hard swat on the ass that stung but almost sent me into immediate orgasm.
Her lips were extremely soft and inviting. The feeling was unbelievable. As I felt her tongue for the first time, I also felt Mitch push himself deep inside of me. I came immediately breaking into a volcanic eruption of pleasure. My high voice squealed like a porn star as I kissed her. Wave after wave of convulsion shook me and Mitch banged into me harder and harder. His giant hands held me firm at both hips. Cody banged Olivia, Emily or whatever her name was as well and it was hard to keep our lips locked while our bodies shook with each thrust, but every time I did lose her lips I was rewarded with a hard spank commanding me to kiss her.
I came two more times before I heard Mitch's deep, husky voice break into grunts of pleasure. Cody came at about the same time and they pulled out and slapped each other a high five. I stopped kissing her and immediately I received two hard swats.
"I didn't say you could stop." said Mitch. "Jenni, you and Erica get up on your knees and hug each other while you kiss."
So her name was Erica, I thought. We hugged each other and her soft, curvy body felt amazing up against my huge tits. Shocks of pleasure coursed through my whole body. Mitch and Cody relaxed and began drinking their beers again as they watched the show.
They had purchased a steady stream of wine coolers for me and my head was getting a little dizzy as the buzz got stronger and stronger. It didn't take much to get my little body drunk. My tits and perfect round ass might be big but my frame was not. I got drunk very easily. We finally stopped playing pool and found an empty table. Before I could sit down Mitch pulled me onto his lap and I felt his cock get instantly hard.
"I think you will be more comfortable on Daddy's lap." He said placing his hand very high up on my inner thigh. I was terrified that I would burst right then and begin to cum.
Cody sat across the table from us with a girl he had met that night. Her named was Olivia or Emily or something like that. She was very young with big, wide innocent eyes, but from the way she dressed you could tell she was far from innocent. She was very drunk and very enamored with Cody. Cody ordered us more drinks and whispered something in the bartenders ear.
They were the last drinks we had as immediately after our glasses were empty, Cody suggested that we go back to the motel. Before I could answer, we were all up and rushing off to the truck. I felt like I was in a daze. I literally couldn't help myself. I knew what would happen if we all went back to my motel room but at that moment I didn't care. My body was on fire with desire. We hopped into the now crowded truck and Olivia or Emily or whatever her name was jumped on Cody's lap so we could all fit. It was then that I realized that every touch felt amazing. Even her hair brushing my cheek as we climbed in sent a shiver of pleasure through me. When Mitch's hand brushed my thigh as he drove I literally convulsed with the feeling.
We stumbled into my little hotel room and Cody popped beers for everyone, but nobody finished them. Within a minute I was making out with Mitch and Emily, Olivia or whatever her name was was making out with Cody. I couldn't believe how wet and aroused I was. Mitch pulled my tight shirt over my head and felt the now familiar heavy bounce as my tits broke free. He, then ordered me to strip my tights. I did so without hesitation and stood before him in my little pink thong and push up bra set. He took a moment to ogle me before ordering me naked. Once again I quickly obeyed him and I stood before him with my tiny, bald pussy and huge firm tits exposed for his pleasure. I could feel the wetness seeping onto my upper thighs and my nipples poked out in intense arousal state. I looked up from my 5'3" viewpoint to his 6'4" and watched as he undressed.
His chiseled body didn't seem to have an ounce of fat on it and his cock looked huge. I was beginning to wonder if every man's cock looked huge when you were a little, tight, vulnerable girl. My programming made me want to take it in my mouth immediately. It was literally impossible to resist, but as I started to go for it I was stopped by one of his huge hands. He flipped me around and bent me over the bed and I noticed for the first time that the other girl was naked too and bent over the other side of the bed. Our heads met in the middle and I heard Mitch's deep voice command "kiss her" as he gave me a hard swat on the ass that stung but almost sent me into immediate orgasm.
Her lips were extremely soft and inviting. The feeling was unbelievable. As I felt her tongue for the first time, I also felt Mitch push himself deep inside of me. I came immediately breaking into a volcanic eruption of pleasure. My high voice squealed like a porn star as I kissed her. Wave after wave of convulsion shook me and Mitch banged into me harder and harder. His giant hands held me firm at both hips. Cody banged Olivia, Emily or whatever her name was as well and it was hard to keep our lips locked while our bodies shook with each thrust, but every time I did lose her lips I was rewarded with a hard spank commanding me to kiss her.
I came two more times before I heard Mitch's deep, husky voice break into grunts of pleasure. Cody came at about the same time and they pulled out and slapped each other a high five. I stopped kissing her and immediately I received two hard swats.
"I didn't say you could stop." said Mitch. "Jenni, you and Erica get up on your knees and hug each other while you kiss."
So her name was Erica, I thought. We hugged each other and her soft, curvy body felt amazing up against my huge tits. Shocks of pleasure coursed through my whole body. Mitch and Cody relaxed and began drinking their beers again as they watched the show.
The next morning, I woke up with a start and noticed my TV was blaring a rerun of Jersey Shore. I had a severe headache and it was all I could do to open my eyes. To my shock Erica was sitting on the bed next to me wearing nothing but lingerie watching the TV.
"Good morning sleepy head." she said with a smile.
It took me a couple of seconds to realize it, but she wore a collar with a mini padlock on it that was attached to a chain that appeared to be attached to the bed. As the realization hit me my hands shot up to my neck. Sure enough I wore the same matching padlocked collar. In a daze I followed the chain down to the base of the bed. It was padlocked to a metal piece of the bed that was bolted to the floor. It took me only seconds to realize that it would take power tools to remove the metal piece. I was stuck. The motel phone was missing but in it's place was a note.
"Jenni, I went to work. I will be back to release you for your lesson in a few hours." The situation was humiliating but I felt intense arousal.
"This is so hot, huh?" said Erica "being sex slaves for totally hot guys."
The night before was a blur but I remembered willingly being put in this situation, or at least not trying to stop it. Now, I regretted all of it. I didn't have the time for these distractions. I needed to train for my revenge. At least Mitch would be back to train me at the range and maybe if I played along with this he would give me a lot of attention and time for training.
Just then, my motel door popped open with a smiling Mitch. I was almost instantly wet. He wore jeans and a tight t-shirt and looked very hot. I said nothing and just stared at him.
"Is that anyway to greet your Daddy? Come here and give me a hug."
I jumped up and hugged him acutely aware that I was completely naked and wearing a collar while he was totally clothed. I was so little next to him. My head barely made it to his chest.
Without hesitation, he grabbed the hair at the base of my neck, turned me around and bent me over the bed. He lifted my knees on the bed, made me arch my back and then immediately pushed himself into my very wet pussy. His grip on my hair kept my head aloft and pointed right at Erica. She smiled at me and watched closely...her face literally only 2 feet away. With each thrust my huge tits and round ass bounced profanely and his hips smacked into me with a loud slap. There was something about getting fucked in front of an audience that was ultra humiliating and I felt the warm, deep intense feeling coming to the surface. Within minutes of him starting I was cumming again and again in waves of intense convulsions. He came with a loud grunt a few minutes later, pulled out and yanked me to my feet by my hair which his grip had never left.
He produced a key and unlocked my collar and with a slap of my ass he told me to shower and freshen up. I did so obediently and was ready in a matter of minutes. I wore my running shoes, yoga pants and another one of the white fitted girl shirts. As I started to put my hair in a pony tail, he stopped me.
"I want pig tails today, sweetie." he commanded.
I did as I was told feeling a surge of humiliation at wearing a little girl style in my hair. "Good girl," he said patting me on the head. He had let Erica free to freshen up as well and she smirked as she passed me as she headed into the bathroom. He led me across the room and ordered me to kneel, put my hands behind my back and bow my head. I felt the cold metal of handcuffs and heard the click of the locking mechanism as he closed them around my wrists. "Don't move or you'll spend the time waiting for Erica to shower over my lap for an extremely hard spanking."
As I knelt as still as possible I tried to clear my head. I'm seemed to be a slave to my desires to another dominant man. I tried as hard as I could but I couldn't seem to speak up and demand my freedom. I was too aroused and too programmed. He turned Sports Center on and relaxed on the bed while I tried to stay still. My knees hurt from being scrunched into the carpet and it seemed like every inch of me itched. Finally I could stand it no longer and I moved my knees just slightly to try to get some comfort. Immediately I heard him move off the bed and across the floor to me.
"You can't even follow a simple instruction can you, Jenni?" he scolded. He lifted me into the air like I was weightless and laid me across his lap on the bed. With my hands cuffed behind my back, I had nothing to hold myself up with and my face was helplessly squished into the covers. After a little bit of a struggle I was able to turn my head sideways to breathe. He pulled my yoga pants and panties off and threw them across the room then began to rub my ass. "You may have the most sexy ass I've ever seen, Jenni. It's so big on your little body but so perfectly formed. The black boys must love you." He laughed to himself.
His finger traced the crack of my ass and made it's way down to my very wet pussy. "Always so ready for Daddy. Do you like being my pet?"
"Yes." I answered simply and softly.
"Yes, what?" he asked.
"Yes, Daddy."
"That's a good girl. What will you do the next time I give you directions?"
"I'll follow them." I squeaked. I hated myself for being so weak and submissive but I was breathless and aroused beyond the ability to think.
He started the spanking slowly but eventually his strokes were very solid. I started to cum almost immediately whimpering in my high pitched young girl voice.
"This is what your Dad needed to do to you when you were young. It's why you turned out such a bad girl. Don't worry though. I will make sure you get the discipline you should have gotten years ago." I opened my eyes to see Erica putting on her makeup and enjoying the show through the mirror with a wide smile on her face.
The spanking seemed to never end but once it had I had cum one more time. He ordered me to kneel with my nose in the corner and my hands still cuffed.
After Erica had showered and done her makeup, he locked her up and released me. We walked down to the gun range and for 5 hours he taught me to shoot a variety of guns...including a sniper riffle. I couldn't hit anything but at least my training had begun with all types of weapons. Mitch was business-like and kind but a few times he gave me a playful slap on the ass.
As we walked out of the range and into the parking lot he said, "I would hate to be whoever this training is for. Let's get you cleaned up and dressed up to go out." I smiled submissively and followed him through the parking lot towards my hotel room.
"Good morning sleepy head." she said with a smile.
It took me a couple of seconds to realize it, but she wore a collar with a mini padlock on it that was attached to a chain that appeared to be attached to the bed. As the realization hit me my hands shot up to my neck. Sure enough I wore the same matching padlocked collar. In a daze I followed the chain down to the base of the bed. It was padlocked to a metal piece of the bed that was bolted to the floor. It took me only seconds to realize that it would take power tools to remove the metal piece. I was stuck. The motel phone was missing but in it's place was a note.
"Jenni, I went to work. I will be back to release you for your lesson in a few hours." The situation was humiliating but I felt intense arousal.
"This is so hot, huh?" said Erica "being sex slaves for totally hot guys."
The night before was a blur but I remembered willingly being put in this situation, or at least not trying to stop it. Now, I regretted all of it. I didn't have the time for these distractions. I needed to train for my revenge. At least Mitch would be back to train me at the range and maybe if I played along with this he would give me a lot of attention and time for training.
Just then, my motel door popped open with a smiling Mitch. I was almost instantly wet. He wore jeans and a tight t-shirt and looked very hot. I said nothing and just stared at him.
"Is that anyway to greet your Daddy? Come here and give me a hug."
I jumped up and hugged him acutely aware that I was completely naked and wearing a collar while he was totally clothed. I was so little next to him. My head barely made it to his chest.
Without hesitation, he grabbed the hair at the base of my neck, turned me around and bent me over the bed. He lifted my knees on the bed, made me arch my back and then immediately pushed himself into my very wet pussy. His grip on my hair kept my head aloft and pointed right at Erica. She smiled at me and watched closely...her face literally only 2 feet away. With each thrust my huge tits and round ass bounced profanely and his hips smacked into me with a loud slap. There was something about getting fucked in front of an audience that was ultra humiliating and I felt the warm, deep intense feeling coming to the surface. Within minutes of him starting I was cumming again and again in waves of intense convulsions. He came with a loud grunt a few minutes later, pulled out and yanked me to my feet by my hair which his grip had never left.
He produced a key and unlocked my collar and with a slap of my ass he told me to shower and freshen up. I did so obediently and was ready in a matter of minutes. I wore my running shoes, yoga pants and another one of the white fitted girl shirts. As I started to put my hair in a pony tail, he stopped me.
"I want pig tails today, sweetie." he commanded.
I did as I was told feeling a surge of humiliation at wearing a little girl style in my hair. "Good girl," he said patting me on the head. He had let Erica free to freshen up as well and she smirked as she passed me as she headed into the bathroom. He led me across the room and ordered me to kneel, put my hands behind my back and bow my head. I felt the cold metal of handcuffs and heard the click of the locking mechanism as he closed them around my wrists. "Don't move or you'll spend the time waiting for Erica to shower over my lap for an extremely hard spanking."
As I knelt as still as possible I tried to clear my head. I'm seemed to be a slave to my desires to another dominant man. I tried as hard as I could but I couldn't seem to speak up and demand my freedom. I was too aroused and too programmed. He turned Sports Center on and relaxed on the bed while I tried to stay still. My knees hurt from being scrunched into the carpet and it seemed like every inch of me itched. Finally I could stand it no longer and I moved my knees just slightly to try to get some comfort. Immediately I heard him move off the bed and across the floor to me.
"You can't even follow a simple instruction can you, Jenni?" he scolded. He lifted me into the air like I was weightless and laid me across his lap on the bed. With my hands cuffed behind my back, I had nothing to hold myself up with and my face was helplessly squished into the covers. After a little bit of a struggle I was able to turn my head sideways to breathe. He pulled my yoga pants and panties off and threw them across the room then began to rub my ass. "You may have the most sexy ass I've ever seen, Jenni. It's so big on your little body but so perfectly formed. The black boys must love you." He laughed to himself.
His finger traced the crack of my ass and made it's way down to my very wet pussy. "Always so ready for Daddy. Do you like being my pet?"
"Yes." I answered simply and softly.
"Yes, what?" he asked.
"Yes, Daddy."
"That's a good girl. What will you do the next time I give you directions?"
"I'll follow them." I squeaked. I hated myself for being so weak and submissive but I was breathless and aroused beyond the ability to think.
He started the spanking slowly but eventually his strokes were very solid. I started to cum almost immediately whimpering in my high pitched young girl voice.
"This is what your Dad needed to do to you when you were young. It's why you turned out such a bad girl. Don't worry though. I will make sure you get the discipline you should have gotten years ago." I opened my eyes to see Erica putting on her makeup and enjoying the show through the mirror with a wide smile on her face.
The spanking seemed to never end but once it had I had cum one more time. He ordered me to kneel with my nose in the corner and my hands still cuffed.
After Erica had showered and done her makeup, he locked her up and released me. We walked down to the gun range and for 5 hours he taught me to shoot a variety of guns...including a sniper riffle. I couldn't hit anything but at least my training had begun with all types of weapons. Mitch was business-like and kind but a few times he gave me a playful slap on the ass.
As we walked out of the range and into the parking lot he said, "I would hate to be whoever this training is for. Let's get you cleaned up and dressed up to go out." I smiled submissively and followed him through the parking lot towards my hotel room.
Mitch's truck was parked in front of my motel room and he stopped and pulled out a box. "A little gift." he said with an evil smile.
We opened the door to find Erica still in my room, but no longer in bondage. She was made up and all dressed up to go out in a tight little dress and heels. She smiled widely. "Cody, set me free so I could get pretty for him." she said gleefully.
Mitch ignored her and commanded me to open the gift. "I got you something special to wear tonight."
The box contained a couple of items. First was a very short little pink skirt, but the second was the embarrassing part...a white shirt with sparkly pink lettering that said "Daddy's Girl." The shirt seemed way too small. I stared down with what I'm sure was a bright red face.
"What do you say to Daddy?"
"Thank you, Daddy." I said softly.
"Let's get your new outfit on. I'm hungry."
The skirt was pleated but it was almost as small as something a stripper would wear. It just barely covered my ass and I'm sure if I bent over would provide quite a view. The shirt was very tight but made of a slightly stretchable fabric. It took some work to slide it over my tits. As I looked in the mirror, I couldn't believe how big my they looked. The humiliation of having to wear something that said Daddy's Girl was really turning me on and face was getting flush.
Mitch walked up behind me. "You look perfect. Keep the pony tails."
I looked up at him shyly. "May I go to the bathroom, Daddy?" I almost chocked on the words they were so humiliating.
"Of course, sweetie." He slapped me on the butt playfully as I walked away.
As I sat on the toilet and peed, I weighed my options. Mitch was giving me endless, free lessons and teaching me the skills I needed. The situation might be extremely humiliating, but the most prudent thing to do seemed to be to endure it. When it became time to purchase the weapons that I needed the best thing would be for me to get them under the table and he seemed the best resource for me to accomplish this. I simply had to play along for now. Although, my instincts were to run I realized that I needed Mitch.
By the time I came out of the bathroom Cody had arrived. He had Erica kneeling on the floor on the other side of the room. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and her head was bowed submissively. Mitch grabbed my arm and led me over to her. He commanded me to kneel right beside her, bow my head and put my hands behind my back. He clicked the cuffs into place and brushed his hand across my cheek lovingly.
"I'm starving, but Cody has been working on a construction project all day so he wants to relax for a moment with a beer. You girls don't mind waiting patiently do you?" He and Cody laughed and popped some beers while Erica and I knelt uncomfortably on the carpet struggling to stay completely still.
They ended up drinking two beers while Erica and I struggled on the carpet. We both moved a lot to get comfortable but fortunately they were so animated in their conversation they they didn't notice. Finally, Mitch walked over and released me. He pulled up my skirt and looked at me crossly.
"Did I tell you, you could wear panties?"
"No." I said softly. He couldn't possibly want me to go into public in this little skirt with no panties I thought with terror.
"Take them off!" he commanded. I looked up at him pleading with my eyes. I was so turned on but so humiliated. I complied and placed them in his hand.
"Bad girl. They are wet already. You better not get Daddy's jeans wet tonight or there will be punishment." I was utterly mortified and I'm sure my face was red.
"Yes Daddy."
"You too bitch." said Cody and Erica quickly gave them up.
As we walked out of the motel room to the truck I felt naked. If the little skirt was even a millimeter shorter it would show my ass. As I swayed in the high heels it felt like it would flip up and show my pussy at any moment. Getting into the truck I held the thing down with both hands. It was going to be a long night!
We opened the door to find Erica still in my room, but no longer in bondage. She was made up and all dressed up to go out in a tight little dress and heels. She smiled widely. "Cody, set me free so I could get pretty for him." she said gleefully.
Mitch ignored her and commanded me to open the gift. "I got you something special to wear tonight."
The box contained a couple of items. First was a very short little pink skirt, but the second was the embarrassing part...a white shirt with sparkly pink lettering that said "Daddy's Girl." The shirt seemed way too small. I stared down with what I'm sure was a bright red face.
"What do you say to Daddy?"
"Thank you, Daddy." I said softly.
"Let's get your new outfit on. I'm hungry."
The skirt was pleated but it was almost as small as something a stripper would wear. It just barely covered my ass and I'm sure if I bent over would provide quite a view. The shirt was very tight but made of a slightly stretchable fabric. It took some work to slide it over my tits. As I looked in the mirror, I couldn't believe how big my they looked. The humiliation of having to wear something that said Daddy's Girl was really turning me on and face was getting flush.
Mitch walked up behind me. "You look perfect. Keep the pony tails."
I looked up at him shyly. "May I go to the bathroom, Daddy?" I almost chocked on the words they were so humiliating.
"Of course, sweetie." He slapped me on the butt playfully as I walked away.
As I sat on the toilet and peed, I weighed my options. Mitch was giving me endless, free lessons and teaching me the skills I needed. The situation might be extremely humiliating, but the most prudent thing to do seemed to be to endure it. When it became time to purchase the weapons that I needed the best thing would be for me to get them under the table and he seemed the best resource for me to accomplish this. I simply had to play along for now. Although, my instincts were to run I realized that I needed Mitch.
By the time I came out of the bathroom Cody had arrived. He had Erica kneeling on the floor on the other side of the room. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and her head was bowed submissively. Mitch grabbed my arm and led me over to her. He commanded me to kneel right beside her, bow my head and put my hands behind my back. He clicked the cuffs into place and brushed his hand across my cheek lovingly.
"I'm starving, but Cody has been working on a construction project all day so he wants to relax for a moment with a beer. You girls don't mind waiting patiently do you?" He and Cody laughed and popped some beers while Erica and I knelt uncomfortably on the carpet struggling to stay completely still.
They ended up drinking two beers while Erica and I struggled on the carpet. We both moved a lot to get comfortable but fortunately they were so animated in their conversation they they didn't notice. Finally, Mitch walked over and released me. He pulled up my skirt and looked at me crossly.
"Did I tell you, you could wear panties?"
"No." I said softly. He couldn't possibly want me to go into public in this little skirt with no panties I thought with terror.
"Take them off!" he commanded. I looked up at him pleading with my eyes. I was so turned on but so humiliated. I complied and placed them in his hand.
"Bad girl. They are wet already. You better not get Daddy's jeans wet tonight or there will be punishment." I was utterly mortified and I'm sure my face was red.
"Yes Daddy."
"You too bitch." said Cody and Erica quickly gave them up.
As we walked out of the motel room to the truck I felt naked. If the little skirt was even a millimeter shorter it would show my ass. As I swayed in the high heels it felt like it would flip up and show my pussy at any moment. Getting into the truck I held the thing down with both hands. It was going to be a long night!
We went to another local redneck bar that was much bigger than the first. This one had a dance floor, dozens of pool tables and a huge bar. I felt so vulnerable and naked walking into the place in my little skirt with no panties on. It wouldn't take much for everyone to see everything. As usual every man's head snapped towards us and every woman's eyes rolled as we walked in looking for a table. Once we found a place, I started to sit down but Mitch grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap. I felt like his big-titted trophy girl. He seemed to get off on how envious all the other men were.
With each passing day I hoped that I would start getting used to my new body and appearance but it seemed I was destined to be constantly embarrassed. I knew that I was programmed to become both humiliated and aroused when my body was revealed but the intensity of the humiliation never seemed to wane. As I sat there on this huge, muscular man's lap with my tight "Daddy's Girl" shirt on, the juices were flowing freely. It seemed like every eye in the house was on me.
"Go get Daddy a beer, sweetie." He lifted me off of his lap, gave me a $20 and gave me a firm slap on my ass to send me away. The bar wasn't crowded and the bartender who was a woman looked me up and down and said "Well, look at you." She gave me a big glass of bud light and I tipped her a couple bucks despite her condescending smile.
I put the glass in front of Mitch. "You you go." I tried to say cheerfully.
"Here you go, Daddy." he corrected.
My face felt red hot. "Here you go, Daddy." I chocked out. I heard some laughter from the table next to ours.
"Good girl. You can sit on Daddy's lap now." I sat down carefully. I was getting very aroused and without panties on I was terrified that I would leak onto Mitch's jeans. He rested his hand very high on my exposed thigh. "I'm going to finish a few beers but then I think we should play some pool."
I felt panicked. He couldn't possibly expect me to play pool in this tiny skirt. Mitch guzzled his beer and sent me off with a spank whenever he needed a new one. Finally after 5 big glasses, we stood up and headed over to an empty pool table. Just as I dreaded, Mitch immediately suggested we play as teams. I could tell by his amused look that he knew what I was thinking.
"Jenni, why don't you break." he commanded.
My face was flush with embarrassment. As I looked around I noticed that everyone in the general area was watching us closely. I picked up the stick which felt really heavy to me and reminisced about how a pool cue used to feel like nothing. Now, it was very cumbersome. I racked the balls carefully making sure I didn't bend over too much and then started to get into position. Try as I might, I couldn't find a position where I wouldn't reveal most of my bare ass as I bent over to break the balls. Finally I settled on keeping my high heels together. My ass would show but I wouldn't flash my pussy. I bent over and heard whistling as I hit with all my might. I barely grazed the white ball.
Mitch walked over. "I think you need to give that another try. This time get into position and make sure you are nice and steady. Your feet should be shoulder length apart." He was really enjoying this.
"Mitch, please don't make me do this!" I begged him in a whisper.
He put his mouth right on my ear. "I will spank you over my lap right in the middle of this bar if you don't bend over like a good girl and hit the cue ball."
For some reason, I knew that he meant it and that nobody would intervene. I would have my bare ass high in the air over his knee with 200 people watching. I spread my legs, bent over and hit the cue ball square. More whistling and laughing happened behind me and I cringed as several balls went into the pockets and I knew I had to hit again. Once again I positioned myself over the table and hit. I tried to deliberately miss but in the process hit a perfect shot into the corner pocket. More whistles and laughing exploded behind me and I realized with horror that I was sticky wet between my legs and it was spreading rapidly.
I bent over again doing my best not to expose myself too much and hit again. This time I missed. With a sigh of relief I sat down on Mitch's lap and handed the cue to Cody.
Mitch leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Is my little girl wet? You are such a bad girl. You like showing off for strangers don't you?" His hand moved up my thigh to just below my pussy. "Just as I thought. Nice and wet. Don't worry. Daddy will teach you how to be a good girl. Good girls don't get wet showing off their asses to strangers."
The pool game seemed to last hours but in reality it probably was over in 15 minutes. I watched Erica endure bending over and spreading her legs. At one point I saw her little shaved pussy clearly. She looked mortified when she stood up and handed me the pool cue.
The boys didn't wait long after that before deciding to leave. I could tell they were both turned on by humiliating us and wanted some relief. Back in the hotel room, Mitch immediately told me to strip completely naked and lay over his lap. I did so without hesitation feeling my huge firm tits bounce as I pulled the little t-shirt off. As I laid my little body over his muscular lap and felt my bubble butt rise to the highest point, I kept telling myself it was for the greater good. Mitch was a weapons expert. He would give me the help and weapons needed to complete my revenge.
So I endured my spanking and the one after that and the one after that. Mitch fucked and spanked me every day for the next 3 weeks. I came again and again despite or actually because of the humiliation. The modifications that Mr. X had given were like a form of bondage. My body wanted it so badly it was like I was addicted to heroin, but in my mind it was very wrong. Yet, when it happened it was like I was in an orgasmic trance. I dreaded Mitch's arrival in the morning but at the same time my heart skipped a beat and my vagina got hot and wet the second he stepped in the door.
Over those long three weeks, he taught me everything. I learned how to use the sniper riffle like a professional. I learned how to adjust for wind and distance and how to calculate everything down to the millimeter. I could hit a target the size of a nickle from 400 yards away and the size of a quarter from a whole half mile. Mitch kept telling me I was a natural. He also taught me hand to hand combat and took every opportunity to pin me down and tie me up when we were alone. I couldn't beat him but I learned how to use a knife and where to strike a man to incapacitate him.
Finally, I got the guts to ask and told him the weapons I needed. He nodded and said simply, "You have my help. No questions asked."
The weapons arrived in 3 days and Mitch made me practice with my own weapons for the next week to insure that I was ready. He made me break down and put together the sniper riffle over and over again. I was spanked bare bottom when I didn't do it quick enough or forgot an important safety concern.
One morning I put my sniper riffle together, hit a target at 752 meters, and broke riffle down in under 1 minute. He looked me straight in the eyes. "You're ready."
The next morning I packed my weapons and gassed my car up before walking back to the room to say good bye. Mitch and Erica were there. Mitch hugged me and whispered in my ear. "You're on your own with the weapons. If you get caught, I won't be able to help you and I will deny knowing about them."
"I know." I said back.
Erica gave me a hug and I felt a tear come to my eye. She was a simpleton, but I had come to have some affection for her over the past month.
Without looking back I pulled onto the highway toward Vegas driving exactly at the speed limit.
With each passing day I hoped that I would start getting used to my new body and appearance but it seemed I was destined to be constantly embarrassed. I knew that I was programmed to become both humiliated and aroused when my body was revealed but the intensity of the humiliation never seemed to wane. As I sat there on this huge, muscular man's lap with my tight "Daddy's Girl" shirt on, the juices were flowing freely. It seemed like every eye in the house was on me.
"Go get Daddy a beer, sweetie." He lifted me off of his lap, gave me a $20 and gave me a firm slap on my ass to send me away. The bar wasn't crowded and the bartender who was a woman looked me up and down and said "Well, look at you." She gave me a big glass of bud light and I tipped her a couple bucks despite her condescending smile.
I put the glass in front of Mitch. "You you go." I tried to say cheerfully.
"Here you go, Daddy." he corrected.
My face felt red hot. "Here you go, Daddy." I chocked out. I heard some laughter from the table next to ours.
"Good girl. You can sit on Daddy's lap now." I sat down carefully. I was getting very aroused and without panties on I was terrified that I would leak onto Mitch's jeans. He rested his hand very high on my exposed thigh. "I'm going to finish a few beers but then I think we should play some pool."
I felt panicked. He couldn't possibly expect me to play pool in this tiny skirt. Mitch guzzled his beer and sent me off with a spank whenever he needed a new one. Finally after 5 big glasses, we stood up and headed over to an empty pool table. Just as I dreaded, Mitch immediately suggested we play as teams. I could tell by his amused look that he knew what I was thinking.
"Jenni, why don't you break." he commanded.
My face was flush with embarrassment. As I looked around I noticed that everyone in the general area was watching us closely. I picked up the stick which felt really heavy to me and reminisced about how a pool cue used to feel like nothing. Now, it was very cumbersome. I racked the balls carefully making sure I didn't bend over too much and then started to get into position. Try as I might, I couldn't find a position where I wouldn't reveal most of my bare ass as I bent over to break the balls. Finally I settled on keeping my high heels together. My ass would show but I wouldn't flash my pussy. I bent over and heard whistling as I hit with all my might. I barely grazed the white ball.
Mitch walked over. "I think you need to give that another try. This time get into position and make sure you are nice and steady. Your feet should be shoulder length apart." He was really enjoying this.
"Mitch, please don't make me do this!" I begged him in a whisper.
He put his mouth right on my ear. "I will spank you over my lap right in the middle of this bar if you don't bend over like a good girl and hit the cue ball."
For some reason, I knew that he meant it and that nobody would intervene. I would have my bare ass high in the air over his knee with 200 people watching. I spread my legs, bent over and hit the cue ball square. More whistling and laughing happened behind me and I cringed as several balls went into the pockets and I knew I had to hit again. Once again I positioned myself over the table and hit. I tried to deliberately miss but in the process hit a perfect shot into the corner pocket. More whistles and laughing exploded behind me and I realized with horror that I was sticky wet between my legs and it was spreading rapidly.
I bent over again doing my best not to expose myself too much and hit again. This time I missed. With a sigh of relief I sat down on Mitch's lap and handed the cue to Cody.
Mitch leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Is my little girl wet? You are such a bad girl. You like showing off for strangers don't you?" His hand moved up my thigh to just below my pussy. "Just as I thought. Nice and wet. Don't worry. Daddy will teach you how to be a good girl. Good girls don't get wet showing off their asses to strangers."
The pool game seemed to last hours but in reality it probably was over in 15 minutes. I watched Erica endure bending over and spreading her legs. At one point I saw her little shaved pussy clearly. She looked mortified when she stood up and handed me the pool cue.
The boys didn't wait long after that before deciding to leave. I could tell they were both turned on by humiliating us and wanted some relief. Back in the hotel room, Mitch immediately told me to strip completely naked and lay over his lap. I did so without hesitation feeling my huge firm tits bounce as I pulled the little t-shirt off. As I laid my little body over his muscular lap and felt my bubble butt rise to the highest point, I kept telling myself it was for the greater good. Mitch was a weapons expert. He would give me the help and weapons needed to complete my revenge.
So I endured my spanking and the one after that and the one after that. Mitch fucked and spanked me every day for the next 3 weeks. I came again and again despite or actually because of the humiliation. The modifications that Mr. X had given were like a form of bondage. My body wanted it so badly it was like I was addicted to heroin, but in my mind it was very wrong. Yet, when it happened it was like I was in an orgasmic trance. I dreaded Mitch's arrival in the morning but at the same time my heart skipped a beat and my vagina got hot and wet the second he stepped in the door.
Over those long three weeks, he taught me everything. I learned how to use the sniper riffle like a professional. I learned how to adjust for wind and distance and how to calculate everything down to the millimeter. I could hit a target the size of a nickle from 400 yards away and the size of a quarter from a whole half mile. Mitch kept telling me I was a natural. He also taught me hand to hand combat and took every opportunity to pin me down and tie me up when we were alone. I couldn't beat him but I learned how to use a knife and where to strike a man to incapacitate him.
Finally, I got the guts to ask and told him the weapons I needed. He nodded and said simply, "You have my help. No questions asked."
The weapons arrived in 3 days and Mitch made me practice with my own weapons for the next week to insure that I was ready. He made me break down and put together the sniper riffle over and over again. I was spanked bare bottom when I didn't do it quick enough or forgot an important safety concern.
One morning I put my sniper riffle together, hit a target at 752 meters, and broke riffle down in under 1 minute. He looked me straight in the eyes. "You're ready."
The next morning I packed my weapons and gassed my car up before walking back to the room to say good bye. Mitch and Erica were there. Mitch hugged me and whispered in my ear. "You're on your own with the weapons. If you get caught, I won't be able to help you and I will deny knowing about them."
"I know." I said back.
Erica gave me a hug and I felt a tear come to my eye. She was a simpleton, but I had come to have some affection for her over the past month.
Without looking back I pulled onto the highway toward Vegas driving exactly at the speed limit.
Vegas appeared on the horizon within a few miles and I felt a shiver through my spine. The suffering of my last visit overcame my thoughts. Danger was everywhere and I was going to have to be extremely careful or my life would literally end.
I stopped and purchased some new clothes including a modest dress, sandals, sunglasses and a hat. Even the modest dress showed off my curves. They would be hard to hide with anything other than a giant potato sack. When I reached the neighborhood of the strip club my heart began to beat wildly. This was where my slavery had begun. The club looked exactly the same and I drove by it a few times taking it in.
The neighborhood was pretty beaten down...full of ugly, dilapidated apartment buildings. Perfect. I took down the addresses of every building I could find near the club before leaving the area to make several stops...a costume store, several clothing stores, and a cell phone shop. Within an hour I was checking into an old motel and paying cash for my room. I felt a sense of purpose and determination. All it took was for me to get away from Mitch and I was suddenly hyper-focused. As long as I wasn't around a dominant man I had control of myself.
I called and set several appointments with apartment managers with the "burner" phone and then got to work. The fat suit I had purchased had cost nearly a thousand dollars, but once it was on I realized why. It looked perfect. Next, I followed the Youtube makeup tutorial to make my face look bigger. Lastly, I put on a hideous blond wig and dark rimmed glasses. I looked entirely different...completely incognito.
Vegas was almost unbearable in the fat suit, but I pushed through. A disheveled, pot-bellied apartment manager showed me his open rooms in the first complex but none of them faced the back of the strip club, so I moved on. It wasn't until the third building that I found the unit I needed. A little studio apartment whose window had a perfect view of the back door of the club. I checked the window and sure enough, the old window opened right up.
"Be careful there lady." said the manager. "This is an old building and that window opens all the way. It's a long fall to the sidewalk." he had a bored look on his face. There was very little care in his voice like he was more concerned with the hassle of my dying on the pavement outside his apartment would cause him than my personal safety.
I estimated the distance at about 700 meters to the back door of the club which was well within my range. I thanked the manager politely and headed back the hotel room.
I took off the suit as quickly I could and breathed a sigh of relief. It was scorching outside and my cheap, little hotel room was no help whatsoever. The air conditioner was a window unit and unless I was standing right in front of it the there was no relief. I stared into the mirror for a moment at my naked body. I was covered with sweat. As I looked at myself, I still felt wrong. My male brain wanted to fuck the amazing beauty in front of me, but I had nothing but a little slit. I felt down there and longed for my once proud cock that I knew was gone forever. Sex as a women was 20 times more powerful than I had ever felt as a man, but I had spent my entire life as a man and my brain still couldn't quite wrap itself around the fact that that man was completely gone...forever.
I laid on the bed and relaxed for a couple of hours and then decided to put the suit back on before heading out. Cameras were everywhere these days and I decided it would be better to be safe than sorry. I stopped at a specialty electronics store and was appalled at how bad the service was. I had become used to men popping to attention at my presence, but with the fat suit on I was always treated rudely.
Next, I drove to Mr. Carr's estate. I drove by once and then parked a block and a half down the street...just far enough to not draw attention. I stayed until 10 PM but no one came or went. Tired and uncomfortable, I went back to the hotel room and got a good nights sleep. I was back at 9:00 AM and just in time. The black Mercedes pulled through the gate and I followed discreetly until the car pulled into a supermarket lot.
Sure enough the evil bitch Ms. Birkshire climbed out of the Mercedes and walked into the store like she owned the world and everyone in it. It took every once of willpower not to strangle her on the spot. Instead I parked close by and pretended to drop my keys as I passed her car. Quickly, I placed a tracking device under her car and picked up my keys at the same time. I walked into the supermarket to avoid suspicion. No one paid me any mind. Apparently the life of a fat girl was one of anonymity. I bought a pack of gum and headed to the strip club.
I sat in wait far enough from the strip club to watch but not close enough to draw attention. Fortunately the street was busy and I blended in as I sat in my car and fed the meter every couple of hours. I whiled away the time by setting up the app on my phone for the tracking device and watching where she went. After the supermarket she made several stops and headed back to the mansion. When he didn't arrive by dark I headed home to rest.
For the next two weeks, I sat in my fat suit enduring the Vegas heat and watching the strip club. I tried to park in different places to avoid suspicion. Mr. Carr came to the club twice a week. Fridays he came at 5 and didn't leave until Midnight and on Tuesdays he came in the morning and left at 3. I decided that Tuesday would be the day. I quickly called the apartment manager to confirm that the apartment was still available and thankfully it was.
I bought enough food to last until Tuesday and hunkered down in the motel room. I just watched TV, relaxed and visualized Tuesday in my head. I was nervous but determined. The most challenging part was my overwhelming desires. The longer I went without a man, the harder it became to think. Every time I fell asleep I visualized being fucked by a man and woke up wet. It was disconcerting. By Monday, I couldn't go five minutes without breaking into a day dream. Finally, I tried masturbation but much to my chagrin I would start out thinking about women but my head would change to men...well built and well endowed men. I was almost in tears before bedtime Monday. I couldn't masturbate enough to get them out of my head. I was like a horny 15 year old boy.
Apparently, staying focused was going to be much more difficult than I thought. Leaving Mitch had only given me temporary reprieve.
I stopped and purchased some new clothes including a modest dress, sandals, sunglasses and a hat. Even the modest dress showed off my curves. They would be hard to hide with anything other than a giant potato sack. When I reached the neighborhood of the strip club my heart began to beat wildly. This was where my slavery had begun. The club looked exactly the same and I drove by it a few times taking it in.
The neighborhood was pretty beaten down...full of ugly, dilapidated apartment buildings. Perfect. I took down the addresses of every building I could find near the club before leaving the area to make several stops...a costume store, several clothing stores, and a cell phone shop. Within an hour I was checking into an old motel and paying cash for my room. I felt a sense of purpose and determination. All it took was for me to get away from Mitch and I was suddenly hyper-focused. As long as I wasn't around a dominant man I had control of myself.
I called and set several appointments with apartment managers with the "burner" phone and then got to work. The fat suit I had purchased had cost nearly a thousand dollars, but once it was on I realized why. It looked perfect. Next, I followed the Youtube makeup tutorial to make my face look bigger. Lastly, I put on a hideous blond wig and dark rimmed glasses. I looked entirely different...completely incognito.
Vegas was almost unbearable in the fat suit, but I pushed through. A disheveled, pot-bellied apartment manager showed me his open rooms in the first complex but none of them faced the back of the strip club, so I moved on. It wasn't until the third building that I found the unit I needed. A little studio apartment whose window had a perfect view of the back door of the club. I checked the window and sure enough, the old window opened right up.
"Be careful there lady." said the manager. "This is an old building and that window opens all the way. It's a long fall to the sidewalk." he had a bored look on his face. There was very little care in his voice like he was more concerned with the hassle of my dying on the pavement outside his apartment would cause him than my personal safety.
I estimated the distance at about 700 meters to the back door of the club which was well within my range. I thanked the manager politely and headed back the hotel room.
I took off the suit as quickly I could and breathed a sigh of relief. It was scorching outside and my cheap, little hotel room was no help whatsoever. The air conditioner was a window unit and unless I was standing right in front of it the there was no relief. I stared into the mirror for a moment at my naked body. I was covered with sweat. As I looked at myself, I still felt wrong. My male brain wanted to fuck the amazing beauty in front of me, but I had nothing but a little slit. I felt down there and longed for my once proud cock that I knew was gone forever. Sex as a women was 20 times more powerful than I had ever felt as a man, but I had spent my entire life as a man and my brain still couldn't quite wrap itself around the fact that that man was completely gone...forever.
I laid on the bed and relaxed for a couple of hours and then decided to put the suit back on before heading out. Cameras were everywhere these days and I decided it would be better to be safe than sorry. I stopped at a specialty electronics store and was appalled at how bad the service was. I had become used to men popping to attention at my presence, but with the fat suit on I was always treated rudely.
Next, I drove to Mr. Carr's estate. I drove by once and then parked a block and a half down the street...just far enough to not draw attention. I stayed until 10 PM but no one came or went. Tired and uncomfortable, I went back to the hotel room and got a good nights sleep. I was back at 9:00 AM and just in time. The black Mercedes pulled through the gate and I followed discreetly until the car pulled into a supermarket lot.
Sure enough the evil bitch Ms. Birkshire climbed out of the Mercedes and walked into the store like she owned the world and everyone in it. It took every once of willpower not to strangle her on the spot. Instead I parked close by and pretended to drop my keys as I passed her car. Quickly, I placed a tracking device under her car and picked up my keys at the same time. I walked into the supermarket to avoid suspicion. No one paid me any mind. Apparently the life of a fat girl was one of anonymity. I bought a pack of gum and headed to the strip club.
I sat in wait far enough from the strip club to watch but not close enough to draw attention. Fortunately the street was busy and I blended in as I sat in my car and fed the meter every couple of hours. I whiled away the time by setting up the app on my phone for the tracking device and watching where she went. After the supermarket she made several stops and headed back to the mansion. When he didn't arrive by dark I headed home to rest.
For the next two weeks, I sat in my fat suit enduring the Vegas heat and watching the strip club. I tried to park in different places to avoid suspicion. Mr. Carr came to the club twice a week. Fridays he came at 5 and didn't leave until Midnight and on Tuesdays he came in the morning and left at 3. I decided that Tuesday would be the day. I quickly called the apartment manager to confirm that the apartment was still available and thankfully it was.
I bought enough food to last until Tuesday and hunkered down in the motel room. I just watched TV, relaxed and visualized Tuesday in my head. I was nervous but determined. The most challenging part was my overwhelming desires. The longer I went without a man, the harder it became to think. Every time I fell asleep I visualized being fucked by a man and woke up wet. It was disconcerting. By Monday, I couldn't go five minutes without breaking into a day dream. Finally, I tried masturbation but much to my chagrin I would start out thinking about women but my head would change to men...well built and well endowed men. I was almost in tears before bedtime Monday. I couldn't masturbate enough to get them out of my head. I was like a horny 15 year old boy.
Apparently, staying focused was going to be much more difficult than I thought. Leaving Mitch had only given me temporary reprieve.
Trying to get my thoughts focused, I cleaned my guns and practiced putting together and taking apart the sniper rifle. Then, I repeatedly practiced picking the door lock I had purchased at home depot. I had a well-thought out plan that just needed to be executed. Once this was over I would deal with my desires. For hours I went over my plan and practiced. I would win...I had to win.
The morning came and although I had slept fitfully, I felt surprisingly rested. I showered and put on my fat suit. Then, I placed the sniper rifle in a large over the shoulder bag that was decorated with a floral design, loaded my car and went back in the hotel room one last time to wipe everything down with a bleach based cleaner. I ate a healthy breakfast of fruit and began my busy day. I knew Ms. Birkshire's schedule now and I got in my car and headed to where I knew she would be on Tuesday morning, but as I drove I checked the app to make sure. Sure enough, she was on her way to get a massage and pedicure.
Ms. Birkshire pampered herself quite often and was at one of her favorite places. A swanky establishment located in an upscale strip mall. After viewing her daily routine and checking out the place earlier in the week, I knew it was perfect for my plan. I arrived and saw her car in the lot. I parked in a far corner and followed a deliberately planned route to the front door. There were three separate video cameras at the mall and I made sure I passed by all three in plain view, then I entered the spa. I pestered the spa workers with questions for a couple of minutes and then asked for the bathroom. They were all too happy to get rid of me. I made sure I walked all the way down the hall and spent several minutes in the bathroom. Finally I left and once more walked by the video cameras. At the first camera I stopped and stuck an envelope in my purse before continuing on to my car on the same route.
I needed to kill time so I parked in the huge public parking garage behind the MGM just off the strip. I laid back and tried to relax. Just a few more hours. By the end of the day my plan would be complete. I dozed off to sleep in the hot car and woke with a start at 2:00. Crap! I yelled and quickly backed out of the parking spot and out of the lot. I had time, but I had almost screwed everything up. I got to the neighborhood of the strip club by 2:30 and I deliberately parked a half mile away. By the time I arrived at the apartment complex , it was 2:37. I went to the back door and as I had found in my planning, it was unlocked. There was a stairwell beside the door and by 2:40 I was in front of the vacant studio. Luckily, the hallway was empty. The lock on the door (which matched the home depot lock) took me just 30 seconds to pick. I was in. I locked the door and assembled the rifle as I had done 100s of time before. I opened the window and set my stand up. With expert precision I looked through the scope and dialed in the back door of the strip club. It was precisely 672 feet. A perfect, sunny calm day. The shot would be easy. I checked my watch...2:46. I had approximately 14 minutes to wait and pray that the manager had no intention of showing the apartment.
For the next 12 minutes and 32 seconds I kept my eye on the scope and listened carefully for sounds in the hall. The were none. At 2:58 the strip club back door opened and after two body guards, the pompous and extremely handsome face of Mr. Carr appeared. I felt a weird combination of hatred and arousal overcome me, but my hands didn't flinch and either did my resolve. I squeezed the trigger smoothly and watched his head explode and paint the white strip club door bright red.
I had done it. I had taken a life and I felt what most people probably felt at that moment...deep shock and remorse. Despite his evil and the necessity of the task, he was a man and I was a murderer. I did not hesitate though. I picked up the shell casing with with a plastic bag and immediately took apart the riffle. My training took over and I had the riffle un-assembled and in my bag in 45 seconds. I opened my door to see a rough looking woman from across the hall staring at me from her door. The shot must have startled her. Perfect, I thought and moved past her.
This time I exited the building from the other end. I followed the front stairs to the front of the building and walked right towards the manager's office. He had the radio on and must not have heard the shot because he sat at his desk working. I walked by slowly and brushed his office window with the bag deliberately. By the time I was at the door, he called after me.
"Ma'am. Did you want to see the apartment again?"
I turned around feigning shock. "Ummm....no sir I'm just checking out the neighborhood to see if I will like it here."
With that I turned and walked quickly out the door and down the street. It was brutally hot and walking in the fat suit was excruciating, but I paid it no heed. The adrenaline had taken over. I hopped into my car at 3:07 and drove directly away from the direction of the club. As I pulled into traffic I heard the sirens for the first time. They came from what seemed like every direction. Two police cars drove past in the other direction and I paid them no heed. They had no idea who to look for yet.
My hands shook as I gripped the steering wheel. I had done it but the plan wasn't complete. I glanced at the surveillance app on my phone and saw that Ms. Birkshire was still at the mansion. If I guessed correctly, she would be on the move in about 30 minutes. When she heard about Mr. Carr, she would leave immediately...in fear of her own safety and because the police would surely want to check Mr. Carr's mansion as part of their investigation and possibly find evidence of her crimes. First though, she would gather all the evidence she could, so the police wouldn't find it and that would take about 30 minutes.
I drove cautiously to an intersection near Mr. Carr's mansion and waited patiently. It took 27 minutes. She was on the move.
The morning came and although I had slept fitfully, I felt surprisingly rested. I showered and put on my fat suit. Then, I placed the sniper rifle in a large over the shoulder bag that was decorated with a floral design, loaded my car and went back in the hotel room one last time to wipe everything down with a bleach based cleaner. I ate a healthy breakfast of fruit and began my busy day. I knew Ms. Birkshire's schedule now and I got in my car and headed to where I knew she would be on Tuesday morning, but as I drove I checked the app to make sure. Sure enough, she was on her way to get a massage and pedicure.
Ms. Birkshire pampered herself quite often and was at one of her favorite places. A swanky establishment located in an upscale strip mall. After viewing her daily routine and checking out the place earlier in the week, I knew it was perfect for my plan. I arrived and saw her car in the lot. I parked in a far corner and followed a deliberately planned route to the front door. There were three separate video cameras at the mall and I made sure I passed by all three in plain view, then I entered the spa. I pestered the spa workers with questions for a couple of minutes and then asked for the bathroom. They were all too happy to get rid of me. I made sure I walked all the way down the hall and spent several minutes in the bathroom. Finally I left and once more walked by the video cameras. At the first camera I stopped and stuck an envelope in my purse before continuing on to my car on the same route.
I needed to kill time so I parked in the huge public parking garage behind the MGM just off the strip. I laid back and tried to relax. Just a few more hours. By the end of the day my plan would be complete. I dozed off to sleep in the hot car and woke with a start at 2:00. Crap! I yelled and quickly backed out of the parking spot and out of the lot. I had time, but I had almost screwed everything up. I got to the neighborhood of the strip club by 2:30 and I deliberately parked a half mile away. By the time I arrived at the apartment complex , it was 2:37. I went to the back door and as I had found in my planning, it was unlocked. There was a stairwell beside the door and by 2:40 I was in front of the vacant studio. Luckily, the hallway was empty. The lock on the door (which matched the home depot lock) took me just 30 seconds to pick. I was in. I locked the door and assembled the rifle as I had done 100s of time before. I opened the window and set my stand up. With expert precision I looked through the scope and dialed in the back door of the strip club. It was precisely 672 feet. A perfect, sunny calm day. The shot would be easy. I checked my watch...2:46. I had approximately 14 minutes to wait and pray that the manager had no intention of showing the apartment.
For the next 12 minutes and 32 seconds I kept my eye on the scope and listened carefully for sounds in the hall. The were none. At 2:58 the strip club back door opened and after two body guards, the pompous and extremely handsome face of Mr. Carr appeared. I felt a weird combination of hatred and arousal overcome me, but my hands didn't flinch and either did my resolve. I squeezed the trigger smoothly and watched his head explode and paint the white strip club door bright red.
I had done it. I had taken a life and I felt what most people probably felt at that moment...deep shock and remorse. Despite his evil and the necessity of the task, he was a man and I was a murderer. I did not hesitate though. I picked up the shell casing with with a plastic bag and immediately took apart the riffle. My training took over and I had the riffle un-assembled and in my bag in 45 seconds. I opened my door to see a rough looking woman from across the hall staring at me from her door. The shot must have startled her. Perfect, I thought and moved past her.
This time I exited the building from the other end. I followed the front stairs to the front of the building and walked right towards the manager's office. He had the radio on and must not have heard the shot because he sat at his desk working. I walked by slowly and brushed his office window with the bag deliberately. By the time I was at the door, he called after me.
"Ma'am. Did you want to see the apartment again?"
I turned around feigning shock. "Ummm....no sir I'm just checking out the neighborhood to see if I will like it here."
With that I turned and walked quickly out the door and down the street. It was brutally hot and walking in the fat suit was excruciating, but I paid it no heed. The adrenaline had taken over. I hopped into my car at 3:07 and drove directly away from the direction of the club. As I pulled into traffic I heard the sirens for the first time. They came from what seemed like every direction. Two police cars drove past in the other direction and I paid them no heed. They had no idea who to look for yet.
My hands shook as I gripped the steering wheel. I had done it but the plan wasn't complete. I glanced at the surveillance app on my phone and saw that Ms. Birkshire was still at the mansion. If I guessed correctly, she would be on the move in about 30 minutes. When she heard about Mr. Carr, she would leave immediately...in fear of her own safety and because the police would surely want to check Mr. Carr's mansion as part of their investigation and possibly find evidence of her crimes. First though, she would gather all the evidence she could, so the police wouldn't find it and that would take about 30 minutes.
I drove cautiously to an intersection near Mr. Carr's mansion and waited patiently. It took 27 minutes. She was on the move.
Miss Birkshire's car swerved around the corner and I caught a glimpse of her panicked face. My adrenaline was pumping but seeing her in a state of fear calmed me down. She was now my prey and I had all of the advantage.
As I expected she drove directly onto the freeway and headed towards Los Angeles. It was a long drive and she had to stop somewhere. I followed about a mile behind her with no fear of losing her. I watched her on the app and I would know when she pulled off the freeway. It took a couple of hours but she finally did. A hole in the wall gas station in the middle of the desert. I felt like someone was watching and helping me from above. She couldn't have picked a better location. I pulled in a minute behind her and saw her car parked at one of the pumps. She was walking into the building and I waited patiently and prepared.
She walked out a minute later with the bathroom key and headed toward the little bathroom on the side of the station. I hopped out of the car and sprang into action. First I made sure that the gas station camera caught me. Then I quickly walked in to the counter and made sure that camera caught me as well. I inquired about the bathroom as a cover then quickly walked around the corner and waited for her to exit. When she did a gun was in her face.
"Walk back into the bathroom with your hands where I can see them darling!" I said with a fake southern drawl.
"Please, I got money!" said a terrified Miss Birkshire.
I let the door shut and locked it. "On your knees with your hands behind your back!" I ordered. Quickly I latched a pair of handcuffs. I took out the shell casing from the shooting and pressed in against one of her thumbs, put it back in the plastic bag and stuffed it deep in her purse. The overhead fan was loud and I was quite sure she didn't even know I had accessed her purse.
"I don't want your money. I just like pretty girls." I said ominously.
She was so scared that I could see her begin to shake. I popped out a knife and began to cut the expensive designer clothing from her body while she began to weep.
"Oh you poor girl. Are you scared?" I mocked her.
"Yes." she said almost in a whisper.
"Good, you should be. I hope you like greasy, pot-bellied prison guards because you are going to be spending a lot of time with them. I hope you don't gag when sucking sweaty cocks."
"I don't know what you mean." she weeped.
"Oh you will know soon enough. Have you ever been with a prison dyke?"
"No."
I laughed. "It's the only way a girl like you will survive inside."
I finished removing her clothing and admired her fit body. Miss Birkshire was quite hot. I put a blind fold on her and sat her down on the toilet. Taking out a permanent black marker I wrote, "Never stiff a hitman!" on her stomach.
"When you hire a hit man to kill your boss you really should pay your bill."
"I have no idea what you are talking about. You have the wrong person!" she exclaimed.
I ignored her and peeked out of the bathroom door. There was no one in the parking lot and no one coming down the little road that led from the freeway. The bathroom side of the station was shielded from the front and the cameras. I pulled her off the toilet and walked her to a flag pole on the other side of the parking lot. I quickly un-cuffed and then re-cuffed the handcuffs behind the pole and then attached ankle cuffs to the pole so she couldn't sit down. She was attached to the pole with no way to hide her front side.
I pulled off the blindfold and looked her in the eye. "Enjoy the rest of your life in prison, Miss Birkshire." I took a snapshot in my head of her desperation to savor later and walked briskly across the parking lot to my car stopping only to remove the tracking device from under her car. As I pulled out a Greyhound bus was pulling in. It turned and parked on the side of the lot that Miss Birkshire was helplessly displayed naked. I began to laugh out loud at my sudden luck. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect ending to my dealings with the witch. As I pulled out of the lot, I looked over and watched her twisting and turning desperately to get her body out of view. Her big tits bounced hilariously.
I called 911. "The woman responsible for the death of Mr. Robert Carr is handcuffed and waiting for you at the Sonoco Gas Station at mile mark 98 off of interstate 15." I said once again in a sugary southern drawl then threw the phone out the window. Several stops later I pulled over found an abandoned warehouse and stripped out of the fat suit. I put the entire disguise in a trash bag and threw it into the dumpster of a restaurant just off the freeway.
Four hours later I pulled up to a little motel on the outskirts of Los Angeles and paid cash. I showered and propped myself up with a pillow to watch the news.
A commercial ended and CNN began. "Never stiff a hit man or woman." said the host with a sly smile. "Miss Alexandria Birkshire learned the hard way when she was handcuffed and left for police after not paying her bill." I grinned from ear to ear as footage of Miss Birkshire wearing only a blanket was led into a police car by several large officers.
The host went on to detail the entire case. From the brutal sniper hit of Mr. Carr to the meetings that Miss Birkshire had with the hit woman they left nothing out. Someone had leaked one of the many camera shots that I had deliberately let myself be filmed in to the press. My disguise looked great. I looked nothing like myself. They had an interview with the apartment manager and the lady who had peaked out of her apartment as well as one of the salon workers. They had all identified me as a fat, blond woman with glasses. That combined with me being at the exact same location as Miss Birkshire before and after the hit along with the shell casing would doom her.
At the end of the broadcast they cut back to the anchor. "With all the evidence against Miss Birkshire, it appears she is going to have a lot of time in prison to think about stiffing her hit woman."
Although I was still tense, my heart rate had calmed down and I felt relieved that the first part of my plan was over. The second part would be much more difficult. The Sheikh lived thousands miles away in a land where women had no rights. Yet, he was so rich and powerful he could strike me anywhere in the world.
I hopped off the bed to peak through the curtains. I was only wearing a pair of panties and I felt my big tits bounce around. Although it seemed I had gotten away with it, I was still nervous. I felt like a wanted criminal.
There was no sign of trouble in the lot so I started to surf the web for information about the shooting when a thought hit me. I went to Youtube and typed in "sexy whooty girl throws football." I felt a twinge of shock when I saw the first listing. It said "Hot girl football fail" and there I was. I hit play and watched the humiliating beach incident unfold. My swim suit was tiny and I looked almost naked. My perfect ass and tits swayed seductively with every move. The video had nearly 6 million views already. Nearly ever comment said, "Who is this girl? I have to see more of her."
"Fuck" I said out loud. The Sheikh probably already had men here looking for me.
As I expected she drove directly onto the freeway and headed towards Los Angeles. It was a long drive and she had to stop somewhere. I followed about a mile behind her with no fear of losing her. I watched her on the app and I would know when she pulled off the freeway. It took a couple of hours but she finally did. A hole in the wall gas station in the middle of the desert. I felt like someone was watching and helping me from above. She couldn't have picked a better location. I pulled in a minute behind her and saw her car parked at one of the pumps. She was walking into the building and I waited patiently and prepared.
She walked out a minute later with the bathroom key and headed toward the little bathroom on the side of the station. I hopped out of the car and sprang into action. First I made sure that the gas station camera caught me. Then I quickly walked in to the counter and made sure that camera caught me as well. I inquired about the bathroom as a cover then quickly walked around the corner and waited for her to exit. When she did a gun was in her face.
"Walk back into the bathroom with your hands where I can see them darling!" I said with a fake southern drawl.
"Please, I got money!" said a terrified Miss Birkshire.
I let the door shut and locked it. "On your knees with your hands behind your back!" I ordered. Quickly I latched a pair of handcuffs. I took out the shell casing from the shooting and pressed in against one of her thumbs, put it back in the plastic bag and stuffed it deep in her purse. The overhead fan was loud and I was quite sure she didn't even know I had accessed her purse.
"I don't want your money. I just like pretty girls." I said ominously.
She was so scared that I could see her begin to shake. I popped out a knife and began to cut the expensive designer clothing from her body while she began to weep.
"Oh you poor girl. Are you scared?" I mocked her.
"Yes." she said almost in a whisper.
"Good, you should be. I hope you like greasy, pot-bellied prison guards because you are going to be spending a lot of time with them. I hope you don't gag when sucking sweaty cocks."
"I don't know what you mean." she weeped.
"Oh you will know soon enough. Have you ever been with a prison dyke?"
"No."
I laughed. "It's the only way a girl like you will survive inside."
I finished removing her clothing and admired her fit body. Miss Birkshire was quite hot. I put a blind fold on her and sat her down on the toilet. Taking out a permanent black marker I wrote, "Never stiff a hitman!" on her stomach.
"When you hire a hit man to kill your boss you really should pay your bill."
"I have no idea what you are talking about. You have the wrong person!" she exclaimed.
I ignored her and peeked out of the bathroom door. There was no one in the parking lot and no one coming down the little road that led from the freeway. The bathroom side of the station was shielded from the front and the cameras. I pulled her off the toilet and walked her to a flag pole on the other side of the parking lot. I quickly un-cuffed and then re-cuffed the handcuffs behind the pole and then attached ankle cuffs to the pole so she couldn't sit down. She was attached to the pole with no way to hide her front side.
I pulled off the blindfold and looked her in the eye. "Enjoy the rest of your life in prison, Miss Birkshire." I took a snapshot in my head of her desperation to savor later and walked briskly across the parking lot to my car stopping only to remove the tracking device from under her car. As I pulled out a Greyhound bus was pulling in. It turned and parked on the side of the lot that Miss Birkshire was helplessly displayed naked. I began to laugh out loud at my sudden luck. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect ending to my dealings with the witch. As I pulled out of the lot, I looked over and watched her twisting and turning desperately to get her body out of view. Her big tits bounced hilariously.
I called 911. "The woman responsible for the death of Mr. Robert Carr is handcuffed and waiting for you at the Sonoco Gas Station at mile mark 98 off of interstate 15." I said once again in a sugary southern drawl then threw the phone out the window. Several stops later I pulled over found an abandoned warehouse and stripped out of the fat suit. I put the entire disguise in a trash bag and threw it into the dumpster of a restaurant just off the freeway.
Four hours later I pulled up to a little motel on the outskirts of Los Angeles and paid cash. I showered and propped myself up with a pillow to watch the news.
A commercial ended and CNN began. "Never stiff a hit man or woman." said the host with a sly smile. "Miss Alexandria Birkshire learned the hard way when she was handcuffed and left for police after not paying her bill." I grinned from ear to ear as footage of Miss Birkshire wearing only a blanket was led into a police car by several large officers.
The host went on to detail the entire case. From the brutal sniper hit of Mr. Carr to the meetings that Miss Birkshire had with the hit woman they left nothing out. Someone had leaked one of the many camera shots that I had deliberately let myself be filmed in to the press. My disguise looked great. I looked nothing like myself. They had an interview with the apartment manager and the lady who had peaked out of her apartment as well as one of the salon workers. They had all identified me as a fat, blond woman with glasses. That combined with me being at the exact same location as Miss Birkshire before and after the hit along with the shell casing would doom her.
At the end of the broadcast they cut back to the anchor. "With all the evidence against Miss Birkshire, it appears she is going to have a lot of time in prison to think about stiffing her hit woman."
Although I was still tense, my heart rate had calmed down and I felt relieved that the first part of my plan was over. The second part would be much more difficult. The Sheikh lived thousands miles away in a land where women had no rights. Yet, he was so rich and powerful he could strike me anywhere in the world.
I hopped off the bed to peak through the curtains. I was only wearing a pair of panties and I felt my big tits bounce around. Although it seemed I had gotten away with it, I was still nervous. I felt like a wanted criminal.
There was no sign of trouble in the lot so I started to surf the web for information about the shooting when a thought hit me. I went to Youtube and typed in "sexy whooty girl throws football." I felt a twinge of shock when I saw the first listing. It said "Hot girl football fail" and there I was. I hit play and watched the humiliating beach incident unfold. My swim suit was tiny and I looked almost naked. My perfect ass and tits swayed seductively with every move. The video had nearly 6 million views already. Nearly ever comment said, "Who is this girl? I have to see more of her."
"Fuck" I said out loud. The Sheikh probably already had men here looking for me.
The next couple of hours I spent on Youtube watching different variations of the beach clip. There even was a clip of Jimmy Kimmel playing the video on his show and then staring into the camera and literally begging me to contact him. He wanted me to come on the show for a football throwing contest. I blanched at the thought of that nationally televised humiliation.
I sighed and walked to the mirror. Would my body ever cease to shock me? I softly felt my huge breasts with my little hands. They were so firm for their size yet with the slightest movement I could feel them sway. Surprisingly, despite my small frame, they didn't hurt my back. Mr. X must have designed my musculature to withstand their pull. I dropped my panties and stared at the emptiness. I felt a strong desire to be fucked yet the very thought of it put me on fire with humiliation. I was a mess.
I turned to the side to look at my ass. As usual I was shocked by it. My tiny waist made it look even more dramatically big. Yet, it was perfect. Perfectly smooth and round. Kim Kardashian had nothing on this ass. My ass would put her out of business in a hot second.
As I stood there ogling my own derriere it hit me. I knew what I had to do. I was a one of a kind beauty and if I went on the Kimmel show it would be seen by millions of people. There was no way The Sheikh wouldn't know where I was and I came to the realization that that was exactly what I wanted. I wanted the Sheikh's men to come to me.
I dressed into my most conservative outfit, put on a pair of sunglasses and put my hair in a pony tail. I had some work to do. My first stop was the supermarket to buy an anonymous cell phone and a Baseball cap. Next, I went to 5 different jewelry stores with my hair stuffed into the cap and my sun glasses on. At each shop, I sold two diamonds. I wasn't entirely sure if I was getting ripped off on the price, but I didn't have time to research it. By the time I left the 5th store I had over $88,000 in addition to the $14,000 I still had on hand. I still had a lot of the diamonds left but I would need to conserve as much as possible.
When I got back to the hotel, I searched through rental listings. I wanted an isolated house. After several hours of searching I found it. A bungalow with a beach view in Malibu. The entire yard was heavily wooded and neighbors weren't close. There was a hill on one side of the house. It was perfect.
I called the rental agent and arranged to meet immediately. I put on a tight, little white dress, heels and gave my eyes and lips some a freshen up. I was very excited to be dealing with a male agent. Within 30 minutes I was hopping into my car with 50,000 stuffed in my purse.
The man met me in the yard of the house. The entire yard was thickly covered with foliage just pictures online. It was like we were in the middle of an unpopulated area. The ocean was a peaceful backdrop that covered up a lot of sound. The man's eyes literally popped out of his head and he stared at my breasts for a good two seconds before he composed himself and looked me in the eye.
"Gunnar Johnson." he said holding out his hand. He was a balding man with a bit of a belly, but with an athletic build. I imagined he was handsome 20 years ago and he still held onto to some of that old confidence.
The rent for the 1200 sq foot bungalow was $10,000 a month and I could see why. The living room and patio had a 180 degree unobstructed view of the Pacific ocean. Gunnar asked me to fill out an application and that's when I laid it on thick. I explained about my abusive husband and how I need to stay under the radar because he was rich and powerful and looking for me. I was even able to make my eyes water.
He accepted a $25,000 cash for first and last month's rent and security deposit. I put my hand on his knee and thanked him profusely. Men are so easy I thought to myself. Gunnar handed me the keys and left and I took a moment to relax on the patio watching the waves crash on the beach below. This place was heaven. For the first time in a while I felt hopeful. If I could just get rid of the Sheikh I might be able to make a comfortable life for myself.
I sighed and walked to the mirror. Would my body ever cease to shock me? I softly felt my huge breasts with my little hands. They were so firm for their size yet with the slightest movement I could feel them sway. Surprisingly, despite my small frame, they didn't hurt my back. Mr. X must have designed my musculature to withstand their pull. I dropped my panties and stared at the emptiness. I felt a strong desire to be fucked yet the very thought of it put me on fire with humiliation. I was a mess.
I turned to the side to look at my ass. As usual I was shocked by it. My tiny waist made it look even more dramatically big. Yet, it was perfect. Perfectly smooth and round. Kim Kardashian had nothing on this ass. My ass would put her out of business in a hot second.
As I stood there ogling my own derriere it hit me. I knew what I had to do. I was a one of a kind beauty and if I went on the Kimmel show it would be seen by millions of people. There was no way The Sheikh wouldn't know where I was and I came to the realization that that was exactly what I wanted. I wanted the Sheikh's men to come to me.
I dressed into my most conservative outfit, put on a pair of sunglasses and put my hair in a pony tail. I had some work to do. My first stop was the supermarket to buy an anonymous cell phone and a Baseball cap. Next, I went to 5 different jewelry stores with my hair stuffed into the cap and my sun glasses on. At each shop, I sold two diamonds. I wasn't entirely sure if I was getting ripped off on the price, but I didn't have time to research it. By the time I left the 5th store I had over $88,000 in addition to the $14,000 I still had on hand. I still had a lot of the diamonds left but I would need to conserve as much as possible.
When I got back to the hotel, I searched through rental listings. I wanted an isolated house. After several hours of searching I found it. A bungalow with a beach view in Malibu. The entire yard was heavily wooded and neighbors weren't close. There was a hill on one side of the house. It was perfect.
I called the rental agent and arranged to meet immediately. I put on a tight, little white dress, heels and gave my eyes and lips some a freshen up. I was very excited to be dealing with a male agent. Within 30 minutes I was hopping into my car with 50,000 stuffed in my purse.
The man met me in the yard of the house. The entire yard was thickly covered with foliage just pictures online. It was like we were in the middle of an unpopulated area. The ocean was a peaceful backdrop that covered up a lot of sound. The man's eyes literally popped out of his head and he stared at my breasts for a good two seconds before he composed himself and looked me in the eye.
"Gunnar Johnson." he said holding out his hand. He was a balding man with a bit of a belly, but with an athletic build. I imagined he was handsome 20 years ago and he still held onto to some of that old confidence.
The rent for the 1200 sq foot bungalow was $10,000 a month and I could see why. The living room and patio had a 180 degree unobstructed view of the Pacific ocean. Gunnar asked me to fill out an application and that's when I laid it on thick. I explained about my abusive husband and how I need to stay under the radar because he was rich and powerful and looking for me. I was even able to make my eyes water.
He accepted a $25,000 cash for first and last month's rent and security deposit. I put my hand on his knee and thanked him profusely. Men are so easy I thought to myself. Gunnar handed me the keys and left and I took a moment to relax on the patio watching the waves crash on the beach below. This place was heaven. For the first time in a while I felt hopeful. If I could just get rid of the Sheikh I might be able to make a comfortable life for myself.
The next week was a hectic one. The plan I had devised was complicated. The first call I made was to Mitch. He was the perfect trustworthy criminal with the right connections. Plus, I could tell he desperately wanted me to visit him again. I would take advantage of his needs and get what I needed.
The call to the Kimmel show was an interesting one. They seemed barely interested and blew me off. I immediately dressed in a tight pink dress and high heels and made myself up as sexy as possible then drove to the studio. The guards must have been used to hot girls trying to get into the studio because they blew me off immediately. I felt like a fool leaving in the tight little dress with my ass and tits bouncing provocatively. I heard the guards laughing at me as I walked away.
I had a plan B, though, and I headed to a mid-range talent agency. The guard there let me right in and the male secretary at the front found me an appointment with an agent within a matter of minutes.
The agent was middle-aged and balding but not altogether unattractive. He was very solid, like he worked out. He was at least six feet tall and he towered over me as he greeted me with a handshake. "So tell me about yourself, sweetie." he said gesturing for me to sit down. I was really getting tired of men calling me sweetie, but I just smiled and asked him if he could look up "Hot Bikini girl throws football." on Youtube.
He watched the video and a bigger and bigger smile came over his face. "This is you!" he exclaimed. "Excellent! This video has millions of hits."
I directed him to the Kimmel one and he got even more excited. "I know a guy over there. Hang on a minute. Jeremy, get Michael Stewart from Kimmel on the phone."
Within 5 minutes he had arranged a meeting with Jimmy for me and said "If Jimmy approves it, you will be on the show tonight!" He stood up and started to come around the desk. I stood up too but he lifted his hand. "Please sit."
He pulled up a chair and sat uncomfortably close to me and looked me right in the eye. "Tell me about yourself and your goals in Hollywood."
I started feeling aroused and hated myself for it. I'm sure this lecherous agent wanted nothing more than to take advantage me. He saw me as a young, Hollywood wannabe who would do anything to make it. I made up a story about how I always had wanted to be a star and this Kimmel show thing was finally my big opportunity. He put his hand on my thigh. I actually shuddered. I couldn't believe how aroused I was and how quickly it happened.
"Stand up for a minute would you sweetie?" he asked in a manner that sounded like a command. I stood up in front of him feeling very embarrassed about how I looked in the light little dress. "Give me a spin." he said gesturing with his hand.
I turned around slowly for him and felt my panties get wetter and wetter.
"Good girl." he said as he stood up. "Your body type is very in now. Kim Kardashian has a huge butt and big breasts but she is actually really petite. If you saw her in person you wouldn't believe how small she is." He walked around behind me and I desperately wanted him to touch me and was very angry at myself for it. I shuddering again when I felt his hand on my hip. "Your dimensions are so perfect, it's almost like you are a cartoon."
I was breathing heavy despite my greatest efforts and my face felt very flushed. "Thank you." I said softly.
"Why don' t you be a good girl for me and bend over and put your hands on my desk?" I did exactly what I was told and deep inside I was crying with frustration, but on the outside it was if I couldn't resist. I was so aroused that my knees were weak and I felt like I could barely stand. My whole body buzzed. I knew I had free will, but my body was designed to enjoy debasement and humiliation so much that it almost put me in a trance.
He put his hand on my inner thigh and pushed my legs apart, then he began to softly trace my pussy with a finger. I knew he could feel how wet my thong panties were. Without warning he yanked them off not bothering to pull them down my legs. The little thong tore easily. "Whoops." he said without remorse. I heard the condom get opened and I braced myself.
He pressed his cock up against against me and it slid in easily, but filled me up completely. He pushed himself all the way in and I felt his rough hips up against my soft ass. Then I felt his rough hands up against each hip holding tightly. The first couple of strokes were slow but by the third he was pounding hard. Each stroke caused a slap as his hips and balls banged into my shapely ass. By the 10th stroke I exploded into an intense powerful orgasm. I squealed in spite of myself and I could only imagine what his assistant must be thinking. He probably had brought most of the office to the door to listen.
It only took the agent another 5 or 6 strokes to cum and I was still convulsing and squealing. He pulled out abruptly and slapped me on the ass. "That was just what I needed this afternoon, sweetie. I'll give you a lift to Kimmel. We can stop and get you some new sexy panties on the way."
The walk back through the office was horribly humiliating. I saw the knowing smiles on all the men's faces and some of the women too. I sauntered out with as much dignity as I could in a tight pink dress that left nothing to the imagination.
The call to the Kimmel show was an interesting one. They seemed barely interested and blew me off. I immediately dressed in a tight pink dress and high heels and made myself up as sexy as possible then drove to the studio. The guards must have been used to hot girls trying to get into the studio because they blew me off immediately. I felt like a fool leaving in the tight little dress with my ass and tits bouncing provocatively. I heard the guards laughing at me as I walked away.
I had a plan B, though, and I headed to a mid-range talent agency. The guard there let me right in and the male secretary at the front found me an appointment with an agent within a matter of minutes.
The agent was middle-aged and balding but not altogether unattractive. He was very solid, like he worked out. He was at least six feet tall and he towered over me as he greeted me with a handshake. "So tell me about yourself, sweetie." he said gesturing for me to sit down. I was really getting tired of men calling me sweetie, but I just smiled and asked him if he could look up "Hot Bikini girl throws football." on Youtube.
He watched the video and a bigger and bigger smile came over his face. "This is you!" he exclaimed. "Excellent! This video has millions of hits."
I directed him to the Kimmel one and he got even more excited. "I know a guy over there. Hang on a minute. Jeremy, get Michael Stewart from Kimmel on the phone."
Within 5 minutes he had arranged a meeting with Jimmy for me and said "If Jimmy approves it, you will be on the show tonight!" He stood up and started to come around the desk. I stood up too but he lifted his hand. "Please sit."
He pulled up a chair and sat uncomfortably close to me and looked me right in the eye. "Tell me about yourself and your goals in Hollywood."
I started feeling aroused and hated myself for it. I'm sure this lecherous agent wanted nothing more than to take advantage me. He saw me as a young, Hollywood wannabe who would do anything to make it. I made up a story about how I always had wanted to be a star and this Kimmel show thing was finally my big opportunity. He put his hand on my thigh. I actually shuddered. I couldn't believe how aroused I was and how quickly it happened.
"Stand up for a minute would you sweetie?" he asked in a manner that sounded like a command. I stood up in front of him feeling very embarrassed about how I looked in the light little dress. "Give me a spin." he said gesturing with his hand.
I turned around slowly for him and felt my panties get wetter and wetter.
"Good girl." he said as he stood up. "Your body type is very in now. Kim Kardashian has a huge butt and big breasts but she is actually really petite. If you saw her in person you wouldn't believe how small she is." He walked around behind me and I desperately wanted him to touch me and was very angry at myself for it. I shuddering again when I felt his hand on my hip. "Your dimensions are so perfect, it's almost like you are a cartoon."
I was breathing heavy despite my greatest efforts and my face felt very flushed. "Thank you." I said softly.
"Why don' t you be a good girl for me and bend over and put your hands on my desk?" I did exactly what I was told and deep inside I was crying with frustration, but on the outside it was if I couldn't resist. I was so aroused that my knees were weak and I felt like I could barely stand. My whole body buzzed. I knew I had free will, but my body was designed to enjoy debasement and humiliation so much that it almost put me in a trance.
He put his hand on my inner thigh and pushed my legs apart, then he began to softly trace my pussy with a finger. I knew he could feel how wet my thong panties were. Without warning he yanked them off not bothering to pull them down my legs. The little thong tore easily. "Whoops." he said without remorse. I heard the condom get opened and I braced myself.
He pressed his cock up against against me and it slid in easily, but filled me up completely. He pushed himself all the way in and I felt his rough hips up against my soft ass. Then I felt his rough hands up against each hip holding tightly. The first couple of strokes were slow but by the third he was pounding hard. Each stroke caused a slap as his hips and balls banged into my shapely ass. By the 10th stroke I exploded into an intense powerful orgasm. I squealed in spite of myself and I could only imagine what his assistant must be thinking. He probably had brought most of the office to the door to listen.
It only took the agent another 5 or 6 strokes to cum and I was still convulsing and squealing. He pulled out abruptly and slapped me on the ass. "That was just what I needed this afternoon, sweetie. I'll give you a lift to Kimmel. We can stop and get you some new sexy panties on the way."
The walk back through the office was horribly humiliating. I saw the knowing smiles on all the men's faces and some of the women too. I sauntered out with as much dignity as I could in a tight pink dress that left nothing to the imagination.
What happened next is still a blur in my mind. I remember everything, but it happened at what seems like now to be break neck speed. The agent insisted on buying me replacement lingerie at Victoria Secret on the way to the studio. He even came in to help me choose. We rolled onto the lot and pulled up to Jimmy's studio. The security guards immediately waved us through when they saw my agent. Jimmy met with me and was unbelievably friendly and happy to see me. When I told him my one stipulation for coming on the show, he said "Ok. It will kill the mood but Ok."
The make up chair was interesting, but when the girl was done I had to admit she found a way to make me look even more sexy. My agent kept me company while we waited for the show taping to begin. He spent the entire time rapidly typing into his phone. I sat quietly thinking about exactly what I needed to say and how I need to act.
Time went by quickly and before I knew it Jimmy was playing the video of my Football humiliation and then announcing my name. I walked out onto the stage with my high heels "clacking" on the hard wood and my breasts and ass shaking in the tight little dress. I knew that millions of men would be drooling over me later that night when they played the show. When the music stopped and I looked around I was shocked at how little the studio was in person.
"So Jenni. You've got quite an arm." Jimmy smiled and giggled as he said it.
Once I took a deep breath, I was surprised how easy the conversation came to me. I was utterly humiliated but calm came over me.
"Ha ha ha, Jimmy. That was a little embarrassing, but let me tell you I've been working on it and I think I'm going to do a little better this time." I smiled widely.
"So that video was taped in Florida I understand, but you live in LA now?" he asked.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I've rented a nice bungalow in Malibu overlooking the ocean. It's an amazing yellow house on Cliffside Drive with two large rose bushes on either side of the driveway."
Jimmy continued and got more background from me and asked about the man I was playing catch with but the conversation wasn't long and suddenly he sprang up grabbing a football from behind his desk. Sure enough, it was full sized NFL one.
"Shall we do it? I want to see how much you've improved."
I laughed and sprang up too feeling my breast bounce wildly and I quickly realized I couldn't make sudden movements in this dress.
We walked over to the open area of the stage and Jimmy stood about 10 feet from me.
"Is this far enough" he joked
I gestured laughing and telling him to keep moving. Finally he was at the edge of the stage...not more than 40 feet away. "That's good." I said with a giggle. I was really was good at this. I wondered for a moment if I really did have a future in acting.
"Here we go." said Jimmy and tossed the ball to me really softly. It fluttered in the air and I reached up to catch it, but my little hands only slowed it down. It bounced off them and hit my shoulder and then rolled to the stage.
Humiliated inside, I thought about what a great athlete I was before. On the outside though, I giggled and picked the huge ball up with both hands.
"I hope you throw better than you catch, Jenni." said Jimmy with a cheeky grin on his face.
As I held the huge ball with both hands, I realized just how impossible throwing was to me now. Especially a giant football. I had to try though so I balanced it on my palm and turned my shoulder to throw. It was if I had completely forgotten the natural throwing motion that I had possessed all of my male life. I had an awkward girly throwing motion and there was nothing I could do about it.
I threw with all my might but the ball slipped just like it had on the beach and fluttered about 3-4 feet bouncing on the stage and rolling back between my legs.
Jimmy doubled over in laughter. "Jenni, I think you just threw the ball negative 5 feet."
Once again I smiled on the outside but was angry within. I picked up the ball and threw it as hard as I could. This time it slipped on the way back and rolled on the floor behind me. The studio was loud laughter and clapping.
Jimmy gave me a break and walked over to me and gave me a hug. As the crowd quieted down, Jimmy raised his hand and said, "Quiet down, quiet down. Jenni has something really important and serious to say."
"I'm sorry to spoil the mood, but I have something extremely important to say. I am very good friends with Amber Monroe who was kidnapped by Sheikh Ahmed Abu Saleh Al-Fulani. I think it is completely wrong that a cowardly man like Sheikh Ahmed Abu Saleh Al-Fulani has still not been brought to justice. He is a depraved rapist and the U.S. Government needs to do more to pressure the Saudis to hand him over to the international criminal court."
The place erupted into a loud cheer then Jimmy thanked me for being on the show. I had done it. I had insulted the Sheikh and told him exactly where I lived. The show would air in 5 hours and I would be home and waiting for his men to arrive. There were 10 ex-Navy Seals waiting in my Malibu home for me and ready to execute my plan. If all went well, the Sheikh would be dead and I would be back in California and free to live my life in less than a week.
I walked off the stage and found my agent waiting for me. Very well done, Jenni, but in the future you might not want to tell people exactly where you live. There are a lot of crazies out there. I smiled to myself and said, "Thanks for the advice."
Within minutes we were back in his car and heading out of the studio lot. He leaned over to me and showed me in smart phone screen. It was his Twitter account. "2000 retweets already!" he exclaimed.
He was linking to the Youtube video with the message. "Just left Kimmel with my new client. Taping show for tonight!"
"When did you tweet this!" I screamed.
"As soon as Jimmy green lighted you for the show. Why?"
We pulled out onto the road and I was terrified. He had tweeted it 3 hours ago. Without warning a black van cut us off and stopped. We screeched to a halt narrowly rear ending the van. Four Arab men with guns jumped out of the back of the van and surrounded our car. I had nowhere to go and no one but a Hollywood agent to protect me. I was helpless. 10 burly Navy Seals were back at my home but they were useless to me now. One of the Arabs smashed my window with the butt of a riffle, opened the door and yanked me out. I was like a rag doll in his hands.
In an instant, I was in the dark van, handcuffed and staring up at the Arabs. The whole abduction had taken less than 15 seconds. One of the men held a needle. He smiled. "Hello, Jenni. The Sheikh would like a word with you."
He plunged the needle into my arm and instantly I was unconscious.
The make up chair was interesting, but when the girl was done I had to admit she found a way to make me look even more sexy. My agent kept me company while we waited for the show taping to begin. He spent the entire time rapidly typing into his phone. I sat quietly thinking about exactly what I needed to say and how I need to act.
Time went by quickly and before I knew it Jimmy was playing the video of my Football humiliation and then announcing my name. I walked out onto the stage with my high heels "clacking" on the hard wood and my breasts and ass shaking in the tight little dress. I knew that millions of men would be drooling over me later that night when they played the show. When the music stopped and I looked around I was shocked at how little the studio was in person.
"So Jenni. You've got quite an arm." Jimmy smiled and giggled as he said it.
Once I took a deep breath, I was surprised how easy the conversation came to me. I was utterly humiliated but calm came over me.
"Ha ha ha, Jimmy. That was a little embarrassing, but let me tell you I've been working on it and I think I'm going to do a little better this time." I smiled widely.
"So that video was taped in Florida I understand, but you live in LA now?" he asked.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I've rented a nice bungalow in Malibu overlooking the ocean. It's an amazing yellow house on Cliffside Drive with two large rose bushes on either side of the driveway."
Jimmy continued and got more background from me and asked about the man I was playing catch with but the conversation wasn't long and suddenly he sprang up grabbing a football from behind his desk. Sure enough, it was full sized NFL one.
"Shall we do it? I want to see how much you've improved."
I laughed and sprang up too feeling my breast bounce wildly and I quickly realized I couldn't make sudden movements in this dress.
We walked over to the open area of the stage and Jimmy stood about 10 feet from me.
"Is this far enough" he joked
I gestured laughing and telling him to keep moving. Finally he was at the edge of the stage...not more than 40 feet away. "That's good." I said with a giggle. I was really was good at this. I wondered for a moment if I really did have a future in acting.
"Here we go." said Jimmy and tossed the ball to me really softly. It fluttered in the air and I reached up to catch it, but my little hands only slowed it down. It bounced off them and hit my shoulder and then rolled to the stage.
Humiliated inside, I thought about what a great athlete I was before. On the outside though, I giggled and picked the huge ball up with both hands.
"I hope you throw better than you catch, Jenni." said Jimmy with a cheeky grin on his face.
As I held the huge ball with both hands, I realized just how impossible throwing was to me now. Especially a giant football. I had to try though so I balanced it on my palm and turned my shoulder to throw. It was if I had completely forgotten the natural throwing motion that I had possessed all of my male life. I had an awkward girly throwing motion and there was nothing I could do about it.
I threw with all my might but the ball slipped just like it had on the beach and fluttered about 3-4 feet bouncing on the stage and rolling back between my legs.
Jimmy doubled over in laughter. "Jenni, I think you just threw the ball negative 5 feet."
Once again I smiled on the outside but was angry within. I picked up the ball and threw it as hard as I could. This time it slipped on the way back and rolled on the floor behind me. The studio was loud laughter and clapping.
Jimmy gave me a break and walked over to me and gave me a hug. As the crowd quieted down, Jimmy raised his hand and said, "Quiet down, quiet down. Jenni has something really important and serious to say."
"I'm sorry to spoil the mood, but I have something extremely important to say. I am very good friends with Amber Monroe who was kidnapped by Sheikh Ahmed Abu Saleh Al-Fulani. I think it is completely wrong that a cowardly man like Sheikh Ahmed Abu Saleh Al-Fulani has still not been brought to justice. He is a depraved rapist and the U.S. Government needs to do more to pressure the Saudis to hand him over to the international criminal court."
The place erupted into a loud cheer then Jimmy thanked me for being on the show. I had done it. I had insulted the Sheikh and told him exactly where I lived. The show would air in 5 hours and I would be home and waiting for his men to arrive. There were 10 ex-Navy Seals waiting in my Malibu home for me and ready to execute my plan. If all went well, the Sheikh would be dead and I would be back in California and free to live my life in less than a week.
I walked off the stage and found my agent waiting for me. Very well done, Jenni, but in the future you might not want to tell people exactly where you live. There are a lot of crazies out there. I smiled to myself and said, "Thanks for the advice."
Within minutes we were back in his car and heading out of the studio lot. He leaned over to me and showed me in smart phone screen. It was his Twitter account. "2000 retweets already!" he exclaimed.
He was linking to the Youtube video with the message. "Just left Kimmel with my new client. Taping show for tonight!"
"When did you tweet this!" I screamed.
"As soon as Jimmy green lighted you for the show. Why?"
We pulled out onto the road and I was terrified. He had tweeted it 3 hours ago. Without warning a black van cut us off and stopped. We screeched to a halt narrowly rear ending the van. Four Arab men with guns jumped out of the back of the van and surrounded our car. I had nowhere to go and no one but a Hollywood agent to protect me. I was helpless. 10 burly Navy Seals were back at my home but they were useless to me now. One of the Arabs smashed my window with the butt of a riffle, opened the door and yanked me out. I was like a rag doll in his hands.
In an instant, I was in the dark van, handcuffed and staring up at the Arabs. The whole abduction had taken less than 15 seconds. One of the men held a needle. He smiled. "Hello, Jenni. The Sheikh would like a word with you."
He plunged the needle into my arm and instantly I was unconscious.
I woke extremely groggy but when I realized where I was I shot awake. I was naked in a dog cage in the back of a plane and hog tied with some sort of metal wrist and ankle cuff device. I was terrified and I tried not to hyperventilate. How could I have been so stupid? I had been so concentrated on the Kimmel show, I hadn't even thought about the idiot agent and his need for self promotion.
I heard men chattering away in Arabic in the front of the plane and I adjusted my body to see. Sure enough, four men were playing cards and enjoying themselves. Just then one of the men looked back and smiled when he saw me awake. He sauntered back looking very proud of himself.
"Ah Jenni. How are you? I hope you slept comfortably." He said with condescending tone. His English had a British accent.
His eyes perused my body hungrily and there was nothing I could do to hide myself. My big perfect tits were on display. As usual my nipples poked out at attention.
When I didn't answer he continued. "You were quite hard to find. As soon as the Sheikh saw your little beach video, I was dispatched with my team to locate you in the states. I was there within 24 hours, but you must have left quickly because you had vanished without a trace."
"How did you find me?" I asked. My voice choked with emotion.
He reached through the bars and felt my left breast and there was nothing I could do about it. I could barely move in the little cage. "These are quite amazing, Jenni. They are the most perfect breasts I have ever seen or felt." He played with my hard nipple rubbing it between his thumb and pointer finger. My body reacted with intense arousal. The helpless humiliation of being treated like a piece of property began to overtake me.
He continued. "When Robert Carr was shot, I knew it was you. You are a very smart little girl, Jenni. The way you escaped the Sheikh the first time...not a lot of girls have the smarts and courage to pull that off. I knew that you were capable of taking out Carr without getting caught." He had an arrogant smirk on his face as he spoke. I wanted to punch him, but I could do nothing but listen and endure his hand on my breast.
"I immediately dispatched a team to Vegas, but I brought a special unit to Los Angeles with me. You see, I thought about what I would do in your situation. I would have gone to LA and blended in with a huge population of hot people. I knew you would do the same. Next, all I had to do is wait. I have a computer program that monitors the internet looking for words, phrases and pictures. It was constantly looking for you, Jenni. Anytime someone posted to Facebook, Twitter or Instagram about a hot girl with your description or mentioned the Youtube video it told me. Plus, we knew you had the Sheikh's diamonds. We nearly caught you twice, but just missed you when you were selling them. Unfortunately for us, there are a lot of jewelry stores in LA. Finally, we found your agent's tweet."
His hand caressing my breast continued to cause a build up of arousal and I bit my lip hoping that I could hold the inferno back. "You see," he continued. "Your biggest mistake was assuming that we still underestimated you. I got a man in Kimmel to hear what you said. You thought that we would think you were stupid enough to accidentally give away your location." he laughed. "Well, Jenni, we knew what you were doing and so we took you on the street. Who knows what was waiting for us at your house in Malibu."
"Fuck you!" I hissed but my voice didn't have the venom that I had hoped for. He stopped caressing me and smiled widely. "I would love to fuck you, Jenni, but you are the Sheikh's and I have a feeling he wouldn't like that much. Such as waste really. You should be the crown jewel of a harem, but most likely you will meet a slow agonizing death instead."
He started to walk back to the table. "We should be there in two hours Jenni. Enjoy the time you have left."
I heard men chattering away in Arabic in the front of the plane and I adjusted my body to see. Sure enough, four men were playing cards and enjoying themselves. Just then one of the men looked back and smiled when he saw me awake. He sauntered back looking very proud of himself.
"Ah Jenni. How are you? I hope you slept comfortably." He said with condescending tone. His English had a British accent.
His eyes perused my body hungrily and there was nothing I could do to hide myself. My big perfect tits were on display. As usual my nipples poked out at attention.
When I didn't answer he continued. "You were quite hard to find. As soon as the Sheikh saw your little beach video, I was dispatched with my team to locate you in the states. I was there within 24 hours, but you must have left quickly because you had vanished without a trace."
"How did you find me?" I asked. My voice choked with emotion.
He reached through the bars and felt my left breast and there was nothing I could do about it. I could barely move in the little cage. "These are quite amazing, Jenni. They are the most perfect breasts I have ever seen or felt." He played with my hard nipple rubbing it between his thumb and pointer finger. My body reacted with intense arousal. The helpless humiliation of being treated like a piece of property began to overtake me.
He continued. "When Robert Carr was shot, I knew it was you. You are a very smart little girl, Jenni. The way you escaped the Sheikh the first time...not a lot of girls have the smarts and courage to pull that off. I knew that you were capable of taking out Carr without getting caught." He had an arrogant smirk on his face as he spoke. I wanted to punch him, but I could do nothing but listen and endure his hand on my breast.
"I immediately dispatched a team to Vegas, but I brought a special unit to Los Angeles with me. You see, I thought about what I would do in your situation. I would have gone to LA and blended in with a huge population of hot people. I knew you would do the same. Next, all I had to do is wait. I have a computer program that monitors the internet looking for words, phrases and pictures. It was constantly looking for you, Jenni. Anytime someone posted to Facebook, Twitter or Instagram about a hot girl with your description or mentioned the Youtube video it told me. Plus, we knew you had the Sheikh's diamonds. We nearly caught you twice, but just missed you when you were selling them. Unfortunately for us, there are a lot of jewelry stores in LA. Finally, we found your agent's tweet."
His hand caressing my breast continued to cause a build up of arousal and I bit my lip hoping that I could hold the inferno back. "You see," he continued. "Your biggest mistake was assuming that we still underestimated you. I got a man in Kimmel to hear what you said. You thought that we would think you were stupid enough to accidentally give away your location." he laughed. "Well, Jenni, we knew what you were doing and so we took you on the street. Who knows what was waiting for us at your house in Malibu."
"Fuck you!" I hissed but my voice didn't have the venom that I had hoped for. He stopped caressing me and smiled widely. "I would love to fuck you, Jenni, but you are the Sheikh's and I have a feeling he wouldn't like that much. Such as waste really. You should be the crown jewel of a harem, but most likely you will meet a slow agonizing death instead."
He started to walk back to the table. "We should be there in two hours Jenni. Enjoy the time you have left."
There is no way to adequately describe how I felt lying hogtied in that little cage knowing I probably only had a few hours to live. I alternated between panic and despair. Despite my intense physical discomfort the rest of the flight went by quickly and before I knew it the plane was descending. I actually prayed for a crash. It would be a better death than the one the Sheikh had planned for me.
Unfortunately for me the plane landed without incident and then the men pulled me from the cage, unlocked me from the hogtie and locked my hands behind my back. The leader of the group smiled widely at me and buckled a collar around my neck. He made sure to tighten it enough to be uncomfortable and then snapped the leash to it.
"Shall we?" he asked politely and led me from the plane into the brutal middle eastern mid day heat. Everything was desolate around the private little airport in the middle of nowhere. A limo was waiting for us and I sat down naked between two of the Arabs. They all wore suits and were quite large. I certainly couldn't physically overpower them but my mind raced for ideas to get free. However, as nothing came to mind panic set in and I could think of nothing but the pain and humiliation I was about to endure.
The ride was short and within a few minutes the compound that was surely the Sheikh's appeared on the horizon. We drove through the gate into a desert oasis of green foliage and water. The compound was beautiful...full of flowering trees, ponds and streams. As I was pulled from the car, tears started running down my cheeks in spite of my efforts to stay calm. Once again, I was paraded naked through a throng of clothed men. My tits bounced and my ass shook as I was pulled along by my leash towards a large patio in front of the biggest building. As we got closer, I saw him. His big condescending smile mocking me as I approached.
"Ah Big Butt. So nice of you to join us." he said his voice oozing with hate beneath it's polite tone. He stepped forward as I came close and grabbed my hair at the base of my neck and turned me around. His hand explored my ass and he traced his finger along the area where his 'property of tattoo' had been. "So you have had it removed?" he said referring to the tattoo. "You know, Big Butt, when you left it was a form of theft. You are my property and you will be until the day that you die." He leaned into my ear and whispered. "You will pay dearly for what you did."
All of his guards and friends stood around me with big smiles on their faces enjoying my humiliation. "Bring them out!" the Sheikh suddenly shouted and I looked up in shock when the door opened.
The little greasy looking Arab with the pencil thin mustache walked through the door holding the leash of both Arabella and Amber. They walked beside him on all fours like dogs...their tits hanging in front of them. They were alive! Despite their current situation, I was overjoyed that he hadn't killed them.
Pencil mustache led the girls along like dogs until they reached us. "Sit!" he commanded firmly. Arabella and Amber immediately raised up and sat on their heels with their arms at their sides. They were perfectly still like statues without even the slightest twitch. Their faces were neutral except for their eyes which showed great fear and suffering.
"You seem surprised, Big Butt?" said the Sheikh. "Did you think I would kill your sister and friend? Think of it this way. When you own a horse or a cow and it escapes, do you kill it? Or do you improve your security so it can't escape again and provide the animal the training it needs so that another escape does not occur?"
"Stand." The Sheikh commanded firmly. Both girls leapt to their feet in one jump and stood completely still with their hands at their sides.
"Turn." Both girls turned exactly 45 degrees at the same time. "Turn." he commanded again and they turned another 45 degrees and had their backs to us. To my horror, I saw the same anal device that Miss. Berkshire had locked on me back at Mr. Carr's house attached to both of the girls. No wonder they were so obedient, I thought. The very idea of the device left me quaking in fear. I still remembered the pain and the helplessness of the device locked on. It had left me vomiting and peeing on the floor with just one press of the button.
"You see, Big Butt. You girls have been selected for your beauty and bodies. It would hardly make sense for me to harm my own property. These anal devices deliver an enormous amount of pain but do not damage the wearer physically. Mentally, maybe." he chuckled. "but, not physically. We are able to train obedience into into these two problem slaves in just a few minutes. You will find your friends quite well trained and obedient."
He walked up behind Arabella and delivered an extremely hard slap to her left butt cheek. The sound echoed around the room and it must have hurt like hell but she hardly moved. For the first time, I noticed that "Big Ass" was tattooed above her right butt cheek.
"Your sister, who I have named 'Big Ass'. Is quite well trained now." He said with a smile.
I had spent a lot of time hating Mr. X but now I felt like we were sisters or at least friends. Our horrible situation made us bound together no matter what our past. I would probably hate Arabella/Mr. X again if we ever got out of this, but for now we were on the same side.
"The girls wear these devices permanently except when they are allowed to use the rest room once a day and when a man wishes to fuck them in the asshole. Other than that they are always on. They have proven quite effective." he chuckled. "I hear the pain is like nothing else in the world and as luck would have it I have an extra one just for you, Big Butt." One of his assistants produced a device and I suddenly felt two of his burly guards holding me in place while another walked forward with the device.
"No!" I weeped.
"Oh yes, Big Butt. You are a girl and deep down you want to serve me well. I'm doing you a favor and teaching you how to be a proper slave."
I felt the bulb of the anal attachment plunged into my asshole and the device securely locked on. Surprisingly the device didn't hurt going in. It must have been designed to slide in with some sort of lubricated surface. However, the panic of having it on almost made me faint. The guard behind me unlocked my wrists and my hands immediately grabbed the device. It was locked so tight that it barely moved. I looked up to see the Sheikh's wide grin.
"Shall we begin your training?" he asked with mirthful eyes. "We can put your tattoo on later."
His thumb compressed on the remote control and I fell to the floor in a heap of agonizing pain. I could hear my voice as if it came from another body begging him to stop. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity he stopped.
"That was 10 seconds, Big Butt, on medium pain."
At that point I knew there was nothing I wouldn't do to avoid feeling that pain again.
"Stand!" Commanded the Sheikh.
I jumped up in one motion and stood perfectly still with my hands at my side.
Unfortunately for me the plane landed without incident and then the men pulled me from the cage, unlocked me from the hogtie and locked my hands behind my back. The leader of the group smiled widely at me and buckled a collar around my neck. He made sure to tighten it enough to be uncomfortable and then snapped the leash to it.
"Shall we?" he asked politely and led me from the plane into the brutal middle eastern mid day heat. Everything was desolate around the private little airport in the middle of nowhere. A limo was waiting for us and I sat down naked between two of the Arabs. They all wore suits and were quite large. I certainly couldn't physically overpower them but my mind raced for ideas to get free. However, as nothing came to mind panic set in and I could think of nothing but the pain and humiliation I was about to endure.
The ride was short and within a few minutes the compound that was surely the Sheikh's appeared on the horizon. We drove through the gate into a desert oasis of green foliage and water. The compound was beautiful...full of flowering trees, ponds and streams. As I was pulled from the car, tears started running down my cheeks in spite of my efforts to stay calm. Once again, I was paraded naked through a throng of clothed men. My tits bounced and my ass shook as I was pulled along by my leash towards a large patio in front of the biggest building. As we got closer, I saw him. His big condescending smile mocking me as I approached.
"Ah Big Butt. So nice of you to join us." he said his voice oozing with hate beneath it's polite tone. He stepped forward as I came close and grabbed my hair at the base of my neck and turned me around. His hand explored my ass and he traced his finger along the area where his 'property of tattoo' had been. "So you have had it removed?" he said referring to the tattoo. "You know, Big Butt, when you left it was a form of theft. You are my property and you will be until the day that you die." He leaned into my ear and whispered. "You will pay dearly for what you did."
All of his guards and friends stood around me with big smiles on their faces enjoying my humiliation. "Bring them out!" the Sheikh suddenly shouted and I looked up in shock when the door opened.
The little greasy looking Arab with the pencil thin mustache walked through the door holding the leash of both Arabella and Amber. They walked beside him on all fours like dogs...their tits hanging in front of them. They were alive! Despite their current situation, I was overjoyed that he hadn't killed them.
Pencil mustache led the girls along like dogs until they reached us. "Sit!" he commanded firmly. Arabella and Amber immediately raised up and sat on their heels with their arms at their sides. They were perfectly still like statues without even the slightest twitch. Their faces were neutral except for their eyes which showed great fear and suffering.
"You seem surprised, Big Butt?" said the Sheikh. "Did you think I would kill your sister and friend? Think of it this way. When you own a horse or a cow and it escapes, do you kill it? Or do you improve your security so it can't escape again and provide the animal the training it needs so that another escape does not occur?"
"Stand." The Sheikh commanded firmly. Both girls leapt to their feet in one jump and stood completely still with their hands at their sides.
"Turn." Both girls turned exactly 45 degrees at the same time. "Turn." he commanded again and they turned another 45 degrees and had their backs to us. To my horror, I saw the same anal device that Miss. Berkshire had locked on me back at Mr. Carr's house attached to both of the girls. No wonder they were so obedient, I thought. The very idea of the device left me quaking in fear. I still remembered the pain and the helplessness of the device locked on. It had left me vomiting and peeing on the floor with just one press of the button.
"You see, Big Butt. You girls have been selected for your beauty and bodies. It would hardly make sense for me to harm my own property. These anal devices deliver an enormous amount of pain but do not damage the wearer physically. Mentally, maybe." he chuckled. "but, not physically. We are able to train obedience into into these two problem slaves in just a few minutes. You will find your friends quite well trained and obedient."
He walked up behind Arabella and delivered an extremely hard slap to her left butt cheek. The sound echoed around the room and it must have hurt like hell but she hardly moved. For the first time, I noticed that "Big Ass" was tattooed above her right butt cheek.
"Your sister, who I have named 'Big Ass'. Is quite well trained now." He said with a smile.
I had spent a lot of time hating Mr. X but now I felt like we were sisters or at least friends. Our horrible situation made us bound together no matter what our past. I would probably hate Arabella/Mr. X again if we ever got out of this, but for now we were on the same side.
"The girls wear these devices permanently except when they are allowed to use the rest room once a day and when a man wishes to fuck them in the asshole. Other than that they are always on. They have proven quite effective." he chuckled. "I hear the pain is like nothing else in the world and as luck would have it I have an extra one just for you, Big Butt." One of his assistants produced a device and I suddenly felt two of his burly guards holding me in place while another walked forward with the device.
"No!" I weeped.
"Oh yes, Big Butt. You are a girl and deep down you want to serve me well. I'm doing you a favor and teaching you how to be a proper slave."
I felt the bulb of the anal attachment plunged into my asshole and the device securely locked on. Surprisingly the device didn't hurt going in. It must have been designed to slide in with some sort of lubricated surface. However, the panic of having it on almost made me faint. The guard behind me unlocked my wrists and my hands immediately grabbed the device. It was locked so tight that it barely moved. I looked up to see the Sheikh's wide grin.
"Shall we begin your training?" he asked with mirthful eyes. "We can put your tattoo on later."
His thumb compressed on the remote control and I fell to the floor in a heap of agonizing pain. I could hear my voice as if it came from another body begging him to stop. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity he stopped.
"That was 10 seconds, Big Butt, on medium pain."
At that point I knew there was nothing I wouldn't do to avoid feeling that pain again.
"Stand!" Commanded the Sheikh.
I jumped up in one motion and stood perfectly still with my hands at my side.
"Good girl, Big Butt." he said with pleasure. "Now, let's begin your training. This evening, Abdul has requested you." He motioned at the greasy mustached asshole. I remembered vividly how bad he had wanted to fuck me in the ass and I cringed at the thought. Abdul smiled widely. "However, for the next 6 hours I will personally train you."
The Sheikh attached the leash and led me to his chambers. The castle wasn't nearly as big as his island one, but it was still quite substantial and his room was enormous. Two western looking women in French Maid's outfits waited at his door. "Bring me some bread." he said gruffly to them. They curtsied and left quickly.
The Sheikh picked up what looked like an extra large ping pong paddle and smiled. "I get so hungry when I train little bitches."
He walked around behind me. "Stand straight, feet shoulder width apart, head bowed submissively."
I did exactly what he asked but immediately heard and then felt an extremely hard swat with the paddle. The sound echoed off the walls and I stepped forward to get my balance as the sting of the paddle took my breath away. "Your head should be bowed at exactly a 45 degree angle and when I swat you with this paddle you are not to move or make a sound. Now I want you to turn exactly 90 degrees when I say turn. Turn left!"
I did a perfect left hand turn 90 degrees and immediately was swatted extremely hard on the right butt cheek. I squealed and stepped forward again and he immediately swatted me on the left butt cheek with equal force. This time I managed to stay still despite the searing pain.
"That turn was 89 degrees. Try it again. Turn right!"
I immediately turned right spinning on my left foot to what I thought was a perfect 90 degrees and was swatted again. "That was 91 degrees you stupid little slave." The pain was excruciating and the tears were now freely flowing out of my eyes.
"Turn left." I turned and braced myself and sure enough I was hit again with even more force than before. I couldn't help myself and my knees buckled. Without hesitation, he delivered another swat. "That was 92 degrees you stupid big assed cunt. We can do this for hours. I have all afternoon."
I was freely weeping now and he walked around to the front of me. "I hope you enjoyed your freedom because this is how you are going to spend the rest of your life. Did you think you were going to get away with what you did? You should have killed me when you had a chance. Now, I can torture you for the rest of your life. You will fuck, suck, dance, lick, clean or do anything else we want for the rest of your pathetic life! You will live in fear and utter degradation and humiliation. Tonight after I train and beat you for 6 hours I will hand you over to Abdul who has been waiting to fuck your ass for a long time. You will bend over and present your big ass to him. I won't lie to you...it's going to hurt a lot."
He grabbed my chin and pulled my head up so I was looking into his cold, cruel eyes.
"You are not even human." I said with venom in my voice.
His finger compressed the button on the remote control to the torture device and I felt an extreme surge of pain and then I briefly lost consciousness. I found myself on the floor but with the pain gone. Through blurry eyes, I saw Arabella. She had brought the Sheikh's bread and was cutting a slice for him. The bread smelled wonderful and I realized it had been a long time since I had eaten.
"This piece is clearly larger than an inch wide! I told you exactly one inch in width." I heard the Sheikh exclaim through a full mouth. He gave Arabella two hard swats with the paddle that echoed through the room. I realized just how hard her life must have been in the last couple of months.
I closed my eyes and pretended that I was still unconscious hoping to avoid the pain just a little bit longer. Just then, though, I heard a loud noise and then another coming from the outside. Then, I heard gun shots. The Sheikh ran by me and stood at the window. I jumped up immediately and looked out the big window as well which provided a wide view of the court yard. The Sheikh's compound was under siege by a uniformed military. It had to be the Saudi armed forces. Along with them, I clearly saw troops wearing the American flag. The emotions I felt at that moment could only be described as pure joy. Tears came to my eyes but this time they were tears of happiness. I immediately sprang into action, though. Anticipating how desperate the Sheikh must be. I grabbed the bread knife from Arabella's hand and cupped the handle in my hand and the blade up against my forearm so it wasn't visible.
The Sheikh turned around with fear in his eyes. Come with me now now he shouted and went to the corner of the room where he pulled up a throw rug and opened a passage way into the ground. He held up the remotes to our torture devices. "I can set these things to kill!"
At that moment, I knew several things to be a fact. I was not going through the trap door into the passageway and either was the Sheikh. I quickly walked towards the hole and when I arrived the Sheikh motioned for me to climb in. I turned my shoulders for a moment as if I was climbing in and adjusted the blade in my hand. With as much force as I could muster in my little body, I turned and plunged the blade into the Sheikh's stomach. It was a 6 inch blade with a sharp tip and a serrated edge and it went in as easy as if his body was a hot loaf of bread. When I felt my hand up against his sweaty flesh, I pulled it out and plunged it in again.
The Sheikh's eyes bugged out of his head. He looked down at his stomach which was hemorrhaging pools of blood and dropped the remote to the floor, then fell landing on his back. Arrogant cruelty had filled his eyes only moments before, but now there was only fear. I stood above him.
"Yes, I made the mistake of letting you live last time, but this time...no. You will die like a dog on the floor."
I surprised even myself by squatting over him and unloading my bladder right into his face. I felt his hand grabbing at my ankle trying to stop me, but he was weak. When I was done I crouched beside him.
"This little girl outwitted you, killed you and then pissed on you. Let that be the last memory you carry into hell."
He had begun to cough up blood and I watched the life go out of his eyes. I couldn't rest though. We were still in danger. I grabbed the Sheikh's keys and Arabella and we both hid behind a couch. I unlocked her and then myself feeling the immense relief of freedom from the device. We waited listening to the gunfire reach a crescendo and then gradually die down. Soon, we heard English with American accents.
"Help!" I shouted and stood up with Arabella from behind the couch with our hands in the air. Two large American men with weapons drawn walked into the room and when they saw us with our hands-up they lowered their weapons and quickly walked towards us. The first one to arrive was a big muscular dark haired man. I fell into his arms crying. The emotions left me almost helpless. The Sheikh was dead, Mr. Carr was dead and I was finally free and safe.
He held me tight. "Don't worry, Ma'am. You are under the protection of the Navy Seals and nothing is going to happen to you now."
The Sheikh attached the leash and led me to his chambers. The castle wasn't nearly as big as his island one, but it was still quite substantial and his room was enormous. Two western looking women in French Maid's outfits waited at his door. "Bring me some bread." he said gruffly to them. They curtsied and left quickly.
The Sheikh picked up what looked like an extra large ping pong paddle and smiled. "I get so hungry when I train little bitches."
He walked around behind me. "Stand straight, feet shoulder width apart, head bowed submissively."
I did exactly what he asked but immediately heard and then felt an extremely hard swat with the paddle. The sound echoed off the walls and I stepped forward to get my balance as the sting of the paddle took my breath away. "Your head should be bowed at exactly a 45 degree angle and when I swat you with this paddle you are not to move or make a sound. Now I want you to turn exactly 90 degrees when I say turn. Turn left!"
I did a perfect left hand turn 90 degrees and immediately was swatted extremely hard on the right butt cheek. I squealed and stepped forward again and he immediately swatted me on the left butt cheek with equal force. This time I managed to stay still despite the searing pain.
"That turn was 89 degrees. Try it again. Turn right!"
I immediately turned right spinning on my left foot to what I thought was a perfect 90 degrees and was swatted again. "That was 91 degrees you stupid little slave." The pain was excruciating and the tears were now freely flowing out of my eyes.
"Turn left." I turned and braced myself and sure enough I was hit again with even more force than before. I couldn't help myself and my knees buckled. Without hesitation, he delivered another swat. "That was 92 degrees you stupid big assed cunt. We can do this for hours. I have all afternoon."
I was freely weeping now and he walked around to the front of me. "I hope you enjoyed your freedom because this is how you are going to spend the rest of your life. Did you think you were going to get away with what you did? You should have killed me when you had a chance. Now, I can torture you for the rest of your life. You will fuck, suck, dance, lick, clean or do anything else we want for the rest of your pathetic life! You will live in fear and utter degradation and humiliation. Tonight after I train and beat you for 6 hours I will hand you over to Abdul who has been waiting to fuck your ass for a long time. You will bend over and present your big ass to him. I won't lie to you...it's going to hurt a lot."
He grabbed my chin and pulled my head up so I was looking into his cold, cruel eyes.
"You are not even human." I said with venom in my voice.
His finger compressed the button on the remote control to the torture device and I felt an extreme surge of pain and then I briefly lost consciousness. I found myself on the floor but with the pain gone. Through blurry eyes, I saw Arabella. She had brought the Sheikh's bread and was cutting a slice for him. The bread smelled wonderful and I realized it had been a long time since I had eaten.
"This piece is clearly larger than an inch wide! I told you exactly one inch in width." I heard the Sheikh exclaim through a full mouth. He gave Arabella two hard swats with the paddle that echoed through the room. I realized just how hard her life must have been in the last couple of months.
I closed my eyes and pretended that I was still unconscious hoping to avoid the pain just a little bit longer. Just then, though, I heard a loud noise and then another coming from the outside. Then, I heard gun shots. The Sheikh ran by me and stood at the window. I jumped up immediately and looked out the big window as well which provided a wide view of the court yard. The Sheikh's compound was under siege by a uniformed military. It had to be the Saudi armed forces. Along with them, I clearly saw troops wearing the American flag. The emotions I felt at that moment could only be described as pure joy. Tears came to my eyes but this time they were tears of happiness. I immediately sprang into action, though. Anticipating how desperate the Sheikh must be. I grabbed the bread knife from Arabella's hand and cupped the handle in my hand and the blade up against my forearm so it wasn't visible.
The Sheikh turned around with fear in his eyes. Come with me now now he shouted and went to the corner of the room where he pulled up a throw rug and opened a passage way into the ground. He held up the remotes to our torture devices. "I can set these things to kill!"
At that moment, I knew several things to be a fact. I was not going through the trap door into the passageway and either was the Sheikh. I quickly walked towards the hole and when I arrived the Sheikh motioned for me to climb in. I turned my shoulders for a moment as if I was climbing in and adjusted the blade in my hand. With as much force as I could muster in my little body, I turned and plunged the blade into the Sheikh's stomach. It was a 6 inch blade with a sharp tip and a serrated edge and it went in as easy as if his body was a hot loaf of bread. When I felt my hand up against his sweaty flesh, I pulled it out and plunged it in again.
The Sheikh's eyes bugged out of his head. He looked down at his stomach which was hemorrhaging pools of blood and dropped the remote to the floor, then fell landing on his back. Arrogant cruelty had filled his eyes only moments before, but now there was only fear. I stood above him.
"Yes, I made the mistake of letting you live last time, but this time...no. You will die like a dog on the floor."
I surprised even myself by squatting over him and unloading my bladder right into his face. I felt his hand grabbing at my ankle trying to stop me, but he was weak. When I was done I crouched beside him.
"This little girl outwitted you, killed you and then pissed on you. Let that be the last memory you carry into hell."
He had begun to cough up blood and I watched the life go out of his eyes. I couldn't rest though. We were still in danger. I grabbed the Sheikh's keys and Arabella and we both hid behind a couch. I unlocked her and then myself feeling the immense relief of freedom from the device. We waited listening to the gunfire reach a crescendo and then gradually die down. Soon, we heard English with American accents.
"Help!" I shouted and stood up with Arabella from behind the couch with our hands in the air. Two large American men with weapons drawn walked into the room and when they saw us with our hands-up they lowered their weapons and quickly walked towards us. The first one to arrive was a big muscular dark haired man. I fell into his arms crying. The emotions left me almost helpless. The Sheikh was dead, Mr. Carr was dead and I was finally free and safe.
He held me tight. "Don't worry, Ma'am. You are under the protection of the Navy Seals and nothing is going to happen to you now."
The Seals told me the whole story on the way back. My kidnapping had instantly become gigantic news around the entire world. By the time Kimmel showed the tape of the interview, I had already been on the news for 6 hours. The broadcast was the highest rated talk show in television history. The audaciousness of kidnapping me in broad daylight only minutes after I had called out the Sheikh had incensed the entire country. The White House had had no choice but to pressure the Saudis into acting against the Sheikh and allowing the Seals to oversee the operation.
Right after my abduction, the manhunt for the Sheikh's men had been so intense that they hadn't been able to fly out of even a private airport. In the end, they smuggled me to Mexico and brought the plane there to pick me up. By the time, I was in the air, the operation against the Sheikh's compound had already been planned and was underway. By the time I landed, they were already camouflaged in the surrounding desert waiting to attack. The Sheikh had mistakenly believed he was untouchable in Saudi Arabia, but boy was he wrong.
The walk out of the compound was particularly satisfying. The Sheikh's men were either dead or handcuffed and getting led away. Abdul was openly weeping as he was loaded into a truck. I later found out he had been beheaded only a week later.
The request for interviews were intense. Especially when it came out that I had a twin. However, I refused all of them...even when they offered me $1 million for a one-hour exclusive. I did not allow Arabella to accept any interviews either. There were far too many questions that we couldn't answer and I wanted anonymity. The last thing I needed was to be an international celebrity.
I forgave Arabella. I had to kill the Sheikh and Mr. Carr in order to survive but I had no stomach for more blood. Plus, she had been through enough. However, I warned her that if she talked the press that I would have to kill her. After watching me kill the Sheikh, she believed me. A few months later Arabella moved back to Amsterdam. Penniless and no doubt fulfilling her lifelong fantasy.
Mitch and his ex-Seal mercenaries agreed to put the money I paid them toward another operation and with Arabella's help we located Nurse Nancy and the Doctor. They were living the Billionaire's life in a swank hotel in Thailand. It cost me nearly every penny I had left but I hired one of the greatest hackers in the world to trace down everything about them. They had a home in London, the south of France and they lived much of the year at the Thai hotel. We ran an operation that planted large quantities of heroin in all three locations. We took their fingerprints off glasses in the hotel and transplanted them on the bags of heroin to alleviate the suspicion that the drugs were planted. In addition, we used their cell phones to call known drug dealers in Europe and Thailand. It just took a bit of drugs in their drinks to "borrow" their cell phones and make the calls. We even made the calls over a 1 month period to make it seem more natural.
The operation went off without a hitch and the Thai authorities arrested and prosecuted them under Thailand's draconian drug laws. They were both given life without parole. Interpol was alerted as well and the billion dollars Mr. X gave them was frozen so they couldn't bribe their way out of prison. They were completely, utterly fucked.
I visited Nurse Nancy about a month after she was convicted. She looked terrible as she limped into the room wearing the leg shackles that all life sentence inmates were required to wear for life. How horrible to think that she would have to walk with a chain dragging between her legs for the rest of her time on this Earth. She seemed shocked to see me and for a moment I felt very sorry for her.
"Jenni?"
"Yes, Nurse Nancy. It's Jenni."
"What are you doing here?" she gasped.
"I've come to see how you were doing. I was so sad to hear that your international drug business was broken up." I said with a smile.
"I'm innocent, Jenni. You have to do something for me." she said desperately.
"Oh, you aren't innocent, Nancy. You may not be a drug dealer but you are not innocent. I just wonder how all of those drugs ended up in your residences if you weren't a drug dealer though. It's quite suspicious."
She looked at me with shock as the realization hit her. "You!?"
I gave her a smile and a wink, turned and left without another word to leave her to limp back to her cell dragging her heavy leg irons. She desperately shouted "Jenni!" as I walked out of the room.
On the plane ride home, I contemplated the crazy journey I had been through. I had won. I had vanquished all of my enemies and I was free and safe. However, now that I had the rest of my life in front of me I had no idea what I would do. I had one diamond left and I took it out of the 100th time to make sure it was still there. In my purse I had $7 and my ID, so this last diamond was what I would have to start my life with. I had no education, no job history, no family...nothing but that diamond and my good looks.
The plane landed late in the evening, so I spent the night in the airport and spent my last $7 on a small meal and a coffee. The next morning I priced the diamond in 7 different jewelry stores and finally took the best price of $12,420. That night, I once again found myself in a cheap LA hotel. This time, wondering what I was going to do with my life. Vegas with it's massive amount of service jobs for hot girls was the only place I could think of. My only hope was that at least one hotel would hire me based on my looks and not my resume. I would be humiliated wearing one of those tight little outfits the waitresses wore in casinos but it would pay enough for me to get a start in life.
I purchased a really cheap little beat up car and drove to Nevada, then rented a little apartment that was on the verge of being dangerous but not quite. The apartment was a square that faced a pool in a courtyard where most of the other residents hung out. All in all it wasn't too bad, however I soon found that it would be extremely difficult to keep my desires at bay. They were very deep inside me and inescapable. My dreams were of nothing but getting humiliated and dominated by powerful men and my day dreams (no matter how hard I tried to avoid them) were the same. I analyzed every man I encountered for dominate traits and I found myself imagining the good looking ones bending me over. I was a mess.
During the days, I dressed up provocatively and tried to find a casino job. At night, I found myself scanning B&D sites for men. However, I was scared of what happen if I actually met someone from a site like that so I never contacted anyone. Every three or four days, I couldn't take it any longer and I would set up a date on Match.com with a guy who seemed more dominant than others, trying to keep myself from going crazy. However, it would only stop the urges for an hour or two and then I was back to dreaming about it every moment.
Finally, when I was down to my last $1000 I found a job...a cocktail waitress at a brand new casino just one block off the strip. The place was extremely swank and they were only hiring the hottest girls. I had worn a low cut blouse, an extremely tight black skirt and 6 inch high heels. I spent literally 90 minutes on my makeup alone, but it had worked. The interviewer commented on my lack of experience but hired me anyway. Right there on the spot.
Before the casino opened every waitress was called in and told to stand in a straight line across the casino. We were to be examined by the owner to make sure we met his expectations. This is the exact moment my life changed.
Right after my abduction, the manhunt for the Sheikh's men had been so intense that they hadn't been able to fly out of even a private airport. In the end, they smuggled me to Mexico and brought the plane there to pick me up. By the time, I was in the air, the operation against the Sheikh's compound had already been planned and was underway. By the time I landed, they were already camouflaged in the surrounding desert waiting to attack. The Sheikh had mistakenly believed he was untouchable in Saudi Arabia, but boy was he wrong.
The walk out of the compound was particularly satisfying. The Sheikh's men were either dead or handcuffed and getting led away. Abdul was openly weeping as he was loaded into a truck. I later found out he had been beheaded only a week later.
The request for interviews were intense. Especially when it came out that I had a twin. However, I refused all of them...even when they offered me $1 million for a one-hour exclusive. I did not allow Arabella to accept any interviews either. There were far too many questions that we couldn't answer and I wanted anonymity. The last thing I needed was to be an international celebrity.
I forgave Arabella. I had to kill the Sheikh and Mr. Carr in order to survive but I had no stomach for more blood. Plus, she had been through enough. However, I warned her that if she talked the press that I would have to kill her. After watching me kill the Sheikh, she believed me. A few months later Arabella moved back to Amsterdam. Penniless and no doubt fulfilling her lifelong fantasy.
Mitch and his ex-Seal mercenaries agreed to put the money I paid them toward another operation and with Arabella's help we located Nurse Nancy and the Doctor. They were living the Billionaire's life in a swank hotel in Thailand. It cost me nearly every penny I had left but I hired one of the greatest hackers in the world to trace down everything about them. They had a home in London, the south of France and they lived much of the year at the Thai hotel. We ran an operation that planted large quantities of heroin in all three locations. We took their fingerprints off glasses in the hotel and transplanted them on the bags of heroin to alleviate the suspicion that the drugs were planted. In addition, we used their cell phones to call known drug dealers in Europe and Thailand. It just took a bit of drugs in their drinks to "borrow" their cell phones and make the calls. We even made the calls over a 1 month period to make it seem more natural.
The operation went off without a hitch and the Thai authorities arrested and prosecuted them under Thailand's draconian drug laws. They were both given life without parole. Interpol was alerted as well and the billion dollars Mr. X gave them was frozen so they couldn't bribe their way out of prison. They were completely, utterly fucked.
I visited Nurse Nancy about a month after she was convicted. She looked terrible as she limped into the room wearing the leg shackles that all life sentence inmates were required to wear for life. How horrible to think that she would have to walk with a chain dragging between her legs for the rest of her time on this Earth. She seemed shocked to see me and for a moment I felt very sorry for her.
"Jenni?"
"Yes, Nurse Nancy. It's Jenni."
"What are you doing here?" she gasped.
"I've come to see how you were doing. I was so sad to hear that your international drug business was broken up." I said with a smile.
"I'm innocent, Jenni. You have to do something for me." she said desperately.
"Oh, you aren't innocent, Nancy. You may not be a drug dealer but you are not innocent. I just wonder how all of those drugs ended up in your residences if you weren't a drug dealer though. It's quite suspicious."
She looked at me with shock as the realization hit her. "You!?"
I gave her a smile and a wink, turned and left without another word to leave her to limp back to her cell dragging her heavy leg irons. She desperately shouted "Jenni!" as I walked out of the room.
On the plane ride home, I contemplated the crazy journey I had been through. I had won. I had vanquished all of my enemies and I was free and safe. However, now that I had the rest of my life in front of me I had no idea what I would do. I had one diamond left and I took it out of the 100th time to make sure it was still there. In my purse I had $7 and my ID, so this last diamond was what I would have to start my life with. I had no education, no job history, no family...nothing but that diamond and my good looks.
The plane landed late in the evening, so I spent the night in the airport and spent my last $7 on a small meal and a coffee. The next morning I priced the diamond in 7 different jewelry stores and finally took the best price of $12,420. That night, I once again found myself in a cheap LA hotel. This time, wondering what I was going to do with my life. Vegas with it's massive amount of service jobs for hot girls was the only place I could think of. My only hope was that at least one hotel would hire me based on my looks and not my resume. I would be humiliated wearing one of those tight little outfits the waitresses wore in casinos but it would pay enough for me to get a start in life.
I purchased a really cheap little beat up car and drove to Nevada, then rented a little apartment that was on the verge of being dangerous but not quite. The apartment was a square that faced a pool in a courtyard where most of the other residents hung out. All in all it wasn't too bad, however I soon found that it would be extremely difficult to keep my desires at bay. They were very deep inside me and inescapable. My dreams were of nothing but getting humiliated and dominated by powerful men and my day dreams (no matter how hard I tried to avoid them) were the same. I analyzed every man I encountered for dominate traits and I found myself imagining the good looking ones bending me over. I was a mess.
During the days, I dressed up provocatively and tried to find a casino job. At night, I found myself scanning B&D sites for men. However, I was scared of what happen if I actually met someone from a site like that so I never contacted anyone. Every three or four days, I couldn't take it any longer and I would set up a date on Match.com with a guy who seemed more dominant than others, trying to keep myself from going crazy. However, it would only stop the urges for an hour or two and then I was back to dreaming about it every moment.
Finally, when I was down to my last $1000 I found a job...a cocktail waitress at a brand new casino just one block off the strip. The place was extremely swank and they were only hiring the hottest girls. I had worn a low cut blouse, an extremely tight black skirt and 6 inch high heels. I spent literally 90 minutes on my makeup alone, but it had worked. The interviewer commented on my lack of experience but hired me anyway. Right there on the spot.
Before the casino opened every waitress was called in and told to stand in a straight line across the casino. We were to be examined by the owner to make sure we met his expectations. This is the exact moment my life changed.
The owner's name was Sean Mack and I knew nothing about him, so I was shocked when he arrived in front of me.
He stopped and I immediately dropped my head towards the floor. He was the most handsome man I had ever seen in my life. He was young...around 30...with a perfectly sculpted jaw line, dark hair, blue eyes and tan skin. His mere presence was intimidating and he carried himself with absolute confidence.
"Jenni." he said obviously looking at the name tag that was pinned just below my cleavage on the fabric covering my right breast. "Look me in the eyes, please." His tone was polite, but it obviously was a command. I looked up into his piercing eyes which betrayed a hint of a smirk. It was as if he was looking right into me and could read exactly what I wanted.
The black dress he had designed for his waitresses was very revealing. The front was low cut and the ribbing was designed to push our breasts up and place them on display. The bottom was a pleated skirt that covered just 2/3 of our asses. In addition, we all wore 4 inch high heel shoes and black stockings that attached to garters. He wore an extremely expensive tailored suit perfectly fit to his tall, athletic frame. My guess was that he was 6-3 and 220lbs of solid muscle.
He looked me up and down for about 20 seconds then told me to spin around. I did exactly as he ordered feeling the skirt rise up a bit.
"Thank you, Jenni." he said simply and moved on. I noticed that he did not stop for long in front of any of the other girls.
It wasn't until he was long gone that I realized my panties were completely drenched and that my breathing was heavy. My knees felt so weak that I almost fell to the floor.
We were dismissed, broken up into groups and trained on the finer points of waitressing at a high end casino. After about 2 hours my supervisor approached me. Mr. Mack would like to see you in his office. This man will escort you. My heart immediately began beating out of my chest. Just the thought of seeing him made me began to lubricate again.
The man took me into a private elevator and up a couple of floors and then into his office walking directly past Mr. Mack's secretary and then shutting the door when I was inside. One of the walls of the office was glass and looked into the casino. The rest of the walls were dark wood and the furniture was brown leather giving the room a dark, masculine look. Mr. Mack sat as his desk.
"Jenni, please have a seat." he gestured at a chair right in front of him. His voice was so commanding that it once again made my knees weak and I was afraid that I wouldn't make it to the chair, but somehow I walked slowly and sat down properly.
"Jenni, I brought you in here to tell you that you are fired. You should never have been hired in the first place because you have no experience. This is a first class casino and we are only hiring girls with experience."
I was shocked but I tried not to lose my composure. I put my hands under my thighs to stop them from shaking. I finally had gotten a break and now it was being cruelly ripped away from me.
"However, I know that this is a huge inconvenience for you and I know that it's not your fault, so I'm giving you two months severance. Most girls earn $6000 a month with tips so your check is for $12,000 minus taxes. He slid an envelope over to me.
There was a long, uncomfortable pause as he stared at me. I looked down and I finally spoke for the first time. "Is that all, Sir?"
"No, actually that's not all. Now, that you no longer work for me, I would like you to have dinner with me. Tonight, at my residence in the hotel." The invitation sounded like a command. I was completely drenched with arousal and I was afraid there would be a wet spot on the chair when I got up. This man mesmerized me. I felt like I could not deny him anything he requested.
"Yes." was all I could muster in the form of a response.
"Yes, what?" he asked with his deep, strong, commanding voice.
"Yes, Sir." I said almost in a whisper.
"Good girl. That's much better. I have taken the liberty to select a dress for you this evening. You will follow my assistant to the retail shops. The dress is waiting at one of the clothing stores where it will be tailored for your unique body. Once that is taken care of I have a hotel suite for you to shower and freshen up before attending your salon appointment. They will do your hair and makeup to the specifications I prefer. Lastly you will be taken back to the suite where you will make your final preparations and then be escorted to my residence here in the hotel for dinner."
With that he dismissed me and continued his work while I left his office in almost a trance. I had never felt so aroused and infatuated in my entire life. The man deep inside of me felt like it was wrong, yet the intensity of programming was winning out. I wanted to be this man's property. The assistant led me to the dress shop where I was fitted for a tiny, little, fire engine red dress. It had a deep v in the front to display my perfects breasts and v in the back which displayed a small amount of butt cleavage. The skirt part of the the dress was very short and just barely covered my ass.
Within a couple of hours, I stood in my luxurious hotel suite staring in the mirror at the most gorgeous and overtly sexual girl I had ever seen and that girl was me. I was perfectly prepared and displayed exactly like the billionaire man upstairs wanted. A sex object for his pleasure. I knew it was wrong, but there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop myself.
There was a knock on the door and I answered to Mr. Mack's assistant who told me that Mr. Mack was ready for me.
His residence was the penthouse of the hotel. It was a giant one floor apartment in the middle of the roof top. He had a lush private pool, a stream and landscaping that made the space look nothing like the roof of a hotel. The place was incredible.
I was led through the residence and out to a table that had been set up on a patio by the pool. Mr. Mack stood up and approached me dismissing the assistant who had escorted me in.
"Don't you look ravishing, Jenni!" he exclaimed.
"Thank you." I said simply finding it hard to look into his eyes.
"Thank you, Sir." he corrected. "That is my last warning on that."
"Thank you, Sir." I repeated feeling humiliated, but so aroused that I knew my panties were already sopping wet.
I was amazed how quickly he had taken control of me. It was like he just assumed ownership of me, but it felt very natural.
"Stand still please with you hands at your side so I can take a look at you."
I stood perfectly still and looked at the floor while he walked around me gently touching my cleavage then my upper thigh. I was literally pulsating with arousal and I was afraid I would cum right there.
"How old are you, Jenni?" he suddenly asked.
"19...um...I mean 21." I was caught off guard and I wanted to kick myself. They had told me I was 18 or 19 in body after the transformation and that had stuck in my head.
"Which is it, Jenni? Your ID says 21. Why would you say 19 and then correct yourself?" he stood in front of me staring down at me while I looked at the floor. I felt like a school girl caught in a lie.
"I'm 19, Sir, but my ID says 21. I had a fake one made so that I could work higher paying jobs." My voice was shaking.
"So you filled out a fraudulent application for employment with my company and put me at risk for fines and sanctions from the state of Nevada?" he asked sternly.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I meant you no harm."
He grabbed my hair firmly at the base of my neck and led me to a couch and he commanded me to kneel in front of him.
"I know who you are Jenni. It wasn't too long ago that you were national news." He softly stroked my cheek. "I saw a defiant girl on the Kimmel show but I knew deep down you were submissive. " He grabbed my chin and made me look up at him into his eyes. "What the Sheikh did was terribly wrong. I am not like him in any way."
I could see the sincerity in his eyes. He was so handsome that it made shiver. "I am a very strict dominant man and I expect complete obedience, but I do not force, kidnap or rape like that piece of garbage. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir, I understand."
"Good girl. However, if there is one thing I don't like, Jenni, it's lying and you lied on your application, didn't you?"
"Yes, Sir."
He grabbed me with his huge hands and effortlessly flipped me over his lap then pulled my skirt up over my waist and started softly rubbing my ass. "I knew these panties would look good on your curvy ass, Jenni." he said admiring the lingerie he had selected for me. His hands were huge and felt very possessive. His left hand held both of my hands together in it's grip pulling my arms out straight in front of me. His grip was firm and I knew I was helpless to pry loose.
He began the spanking with powerful strokes, but not powerful enough to damage me. Within five strokes I felt the orgasm coming like a freight train. Every female orgasm I had experienced had been 10 times more powerful than anything I had experienced as a man, but this was something different. I came in a white-hot explosion as my groin muscles spasm'd out of control. My girly whimpers seemed like the came from another body and I knew that hips were buckling because I felt his left hand move to my waist to hold me down while he continued his steady strokes.
He never once touched my pussy and when he was done he set me on my knees in front of him again and softly rubbed my cheek. "I know you are going to be a good girl for me for now on aren't you?"
"Yes, Sir." I said breathlessly. My emotions were getting the best of me and I felt tears roll down my cheeks. I was so infatuated with this man and I wanted him to fuck me so badly. The man deep inside of me was still shouting that this was wrong but his shouts were getting more and more faint.
"Shall we eat?" he said helping me to my feet.
He stopped and I immediately dropped my head towards the floor. He was the most handsome man I had ever seen in my life. He was young...around 30...with a perfectly sculpted jaw line, dark hair, blue eyes and tan skin. His mere presence was intimidating and he carried himself with absolute confidence.
"Jenni." he said obviously looking at the name tag that was pinned just below my cleavage on the fabric covering my right breast. "Look me in the eyes, please." His tone was polite, but it obviously was a command. I looked up into his piercing eyes which betrayed a hint of a smirk. It was as if he was looking right into me and could read exactly what I wanted.
The black dress he had designed for his waitresses was very revealing. The front was low cut and the ribbing was designed to push our breasts up and place them on display. The bottom was a pleated skirt that covered just 2/3 of our asses. In addition, we all wore 4 inch high heel shoes and black stockings that attached to garters. He wore an extremely expensive tailored suit perfectly fit to his tall, athletic frame. My guess was that he was 6-3 and 220lbs of solid muscle.
He looked me up and down for about 20 seconds then told me to spin around. I did exactly as he ordered feeling the skirt rise up a bit.
"Thank you, Jenni." he said simply and moved on. I noticed that he did not stop for long in front of any of the other girls.
It wasn't until he was long gone that I realized my panties were completely drenched and that my breathing was heavy. My knees felt so weak that I almost fell to the floor.
We were dismissed, broken up into groups and trained on the finer points of waitressing at a high end casino. After about 2 hours my supervisor approached me. Mr. Mack would like to see you in his office. This man will escort you. My heart immediately began beating out of my chest. Just the thought of seeing him made me began to lubricate again.
The man took me into a private elevator and up a couple of floors and then into his office walking directly past Mr. Mack's secretary and then shutting the door when I was inside. One of the walls of the office was glass and looked into the casino. The rest of the walls were dark wood and the furniture was brown leather giving the room a dark, masculine look. Mr. Mack sat as his desk.
"Jenni, please have a seat." he gestured at a chair right in front of him. His voice was so commanding that it once again made my knees weak and I was afraid that I wouldn't make it to the chair, but somehow I walked slowly and sat down properly.
"Jenni, I brought you in here to tell you that you are fired. You should never have been hired in the first place because you have no experience. This is a first class casino and we are only hiring girls with experience."
I was shocked but I tried not to lose my composure. I put my hands under my thighs to stop them from shaking. I finally had gotten a break and now it was being cruelly ripped away from me.
"However, I know that this is a huge inconvenience for you and I know that it's not your fault, so I'm giving you two months severance. Most girls earn $6000 a month with tips so your check is for $12,000 minus taxes. He slid an envelope over to me.
There was a long, uncomfortable pause as he stared at me. I looked down and I finally spoke for the first time. "Is that all, Sir?"
"No, actually that's not all. Now, that you no longer work for me, I would like you to have dinner with me. Tonight, at my residence in the hotel." The invitation sounded like a command. I was completely drenched with arousal and I was afraid there would be a wet spot on the chair when I got up. This man mesmerized me. I felt like I could not deny him anything he requested.
"Yes." was all I could muster in the form of a response.
"Yes, what?" he asked with his deep, strong, commanding voice.
"Yes, Sir." I said almost in a whisper.
"Good girl. That's much better. I have taken the liberty to select a dress for you this evening. You will follow my assistant to the retail shops. The dress is waiting at one of the clothing stores where it will be tailored for your unique body. Once that is taken care of I have a hotel suite for you to shower and freshen up before attending your salon appointment. They will do your hair and makeup to the specifications I prefer. Lastly you will be taken back to the suite where you will make your final preparations and then be escorted to my residence here in the hotel for dinner."
With that he dismissed me and continued his work while I left his office in almost a trance. I had never felt so aroused and infatuated in my entire life. The man deep inside of me felt like it was wrong, yet the intensity of programming was winning out. I wanted to be this man's property. The assistant led me to the dress shop where I was fitted for a tiny, little, fire engine red dress. It had a deep v in the front to display my perfects breasts and v in the back which displayed a small amount of butt cleavage. The skirt part of the the dress was very short and just barely covered my ass.
Within a couple of hours, I stood in my luxurious hotel suite staring in the mirror at the most gorgeous and overtly sexual girl I had ever seen and that girl was me. I was perfectly prepared and displayed exactly like the billionaire man upstairs wanted. A sex object for his pleasure. I knew it was wrong, but there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop myself.
There was a knock on the door and I answered to Mr. Mack's assistant who told me that Mr. Mack was ready for me.
His residence was the penthouse of the hotel. It was a giant one floor apartment in the middle of the roof top. He had a lush private pool, a stream and landscaping that made the space look nothing like the roof of a hotel. The place was incredible.
I was led through the residence and out to a table that had been set up on a patio by the pool. Mr. Mack stood up and approached me dismissing the assistant who had escorted me in.
"Don't you look ravishing, Jenni!" he exclaimed.
"Thank you." I said simply finding it hard to look into his eyes.
"Thank you, Sir." he corrected. "That is my last warning on that."
"Thank you, Sir." I repeated feeling humiliated, but so aroused that I knew my panties were already sopping wet.
I was amazed how quickly he had taken control of me. It was like he just assumed ownership of me, but it felt very natural.
"Stand still please with you hands at your side so I can take a look at you."
I stood perfectly still and looked at the floor while he walked around me gently touching my cleavage then my upper thigh. I was literally pulsating with arousal and I was afraid I would cum right there.
"How old are you, Jenni?" he suddenly asked.
"19...um...I mean 21." I was caught off guard and I wanted to kick myself. They had told me I was 18 or 19 in body after the transformation and that had stuck in my head.
"Which is it, Jenni? Your ID says 21. Why would you say 19 and then correct yourself?" he stood in front of me staring down at me while I looked at the floor. I felt like a school girl caught in a lie.
"I'm 19, Sir, but my ID says 21. I had a fake one made so that I could work higher paying jobs." My voice was shaking.
"So you filled out a fraudulent application for employment with my company and put me at risk for fines and sanctions from the state of Nevada?" he asked sternly.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I meant you no harm."
He grabbed my hair firmly at the base of my neck and led me to a couch and he commanded me to kneel in front of him.
"I know who you are Jenni. It wasn't too long ago that you were national news." He softly stroked my cheek. "I saw a defiant girl on the Kimmel show but I knew deep down you were submissive. " He grabbed my chin and made me look up at him into his eyes. "What the Sheikh did was terribly wrong. I am not like him in any way."
I could see the sincerity in his eyes. He was so handsome that it made shiver. "I am a very strict dominant man and I expect complete obedience, but I do not force, kidnap or rape like that piece of garbage. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir, I understand."
"Good girl. However, if there is one thing I don't like, Jenni, it's lying and you lied on your application, didn't you?"
"Yes, Sir."
He grabbed me with his huge hands and effortlessly flipped me over his lap then pulled my skirt up over my waist and started softly rubbing my ass. "I knew these panties would look good on your curvy ass, Jenni." he said admiring the lingerie he had selected for me. His hands were huge and felt very possessive. His left hand held both of my hands together in it's grip pulling my arms out straight in front of me. His grip was firm and I knew I was helpless to pry loose.
He began the spanking with powerful strokes, but not powerful enough to damage me. Within five strokes I felt the orgasm coming like a freight train. Every female orgasm I had experienced had been 10 times more powerful than anything I had experienced as a man, but this was something different. I came in a white-hot explosion as my groin muscles spasm'd out of control. My girly whimpers seemed like the came from another body and I knew that hips were buckling because I felt his left hand move to my waist to hold me down while he continued his steady strokes.
He never once touched my pussy and when he was done he set me on my knees in front of him again and softly rubbed my cheek. "I know you are going to be a good girl for me for now on aren't you?"
"Yes, Sir." I said breathlessly. My emotions were getting the best of me and I felt tears roll down my cheeks. I was so infatuated with this man and I wanted him to fuck me so badly. The man deep inside of me was still shouting that this was wrong but his shouts were getting more and more faint.
"Shall we eat?" he said helping me to my feet.
Dinner was unbelievable. One of the best tasting meals I had ever enjoyed. I had to apologize profusely for eating so little. My tiny stomach got full so quickly. After half a plate and some wine it was bursting. Mr. Mack took the time to actually ask questions about me. Fortunately, I had long ago memorized my back story and I went through it in the detailed way that someone who actually lived it would have. I told him about how I grew up in a group home in New York City and I had no family and I didn't know who my mother and father were and how I struggled to find work that would pay enough to make a living. I had to alter things a little bit to accommodate the mistake I had made about my age, but all in all I think my acting was really good.
Sean Mack was a self made billionaire, but he was not arrogant about his accomplishments. He was simply confident and dominant in every way. As we sat by the pool after dinner and drank wine he told me everything about his history. After only a few glasses I was extremely tipsy and I felt like I constantly had to go pee. Fortunately, I remembered to say sir and ask politely to be excused. At about midnight, I was shocked when he told me he had an early morning meeting and that he would have his assistant escort me back to my room. He just gave me a kiss on the cheek and headed the other direction.
The assistant wordlessly took me back to my hotel suite. My pussy throbbed with arousal and I felt extreme disappointment. What had become of me. I was actually devastated that this man hadn't taken advantage of me. I took the red dress off, kicked the heels into the corner and laid on the bed in my lingerie. I could think of nothing else but getting on my knees and pleasuring him or getting bent over and fucked. I tried to turn on the TV for a distraction, but nothing on television could get him off my mind. I was sopping wet and Mr. Mack dominated my thoughts. My dainty little fingers worked their way down to my clitoris and after a few minutes I came and hard! Nothing like the orgasm he had given me simply by giving me a spanking but, nonetheless, still very hard. My hips rocked back and forth and I arched my back. My cute little high voice squealed. When it was done I breathed heavy for a few seconds, got up and drank a glass of water and on the way back to the bed I felt the arousal building again. The masturbation had only given me a few minutes of relief.
I writhed around the bed trying to control myself but it didn't work. Finally, I put a pillow between my legs and humped it until my body released into another set of mind-blowing convulsions. Once again the relief was short-lived and I felt the arousal building up again. I needed a real man to fuck me so desperately that I felt like a heroin addict. I thought about putting the red dress on and finding a man downstairs in the casino, but I put that thought out of my head. Mr. Mack would surely see me. Likely, he was having someone watch my door to see if I left. He would know if I left the casino to go to another. Plus, it was him who dominated my thoughts. I felt like another man would not do.
I went to my purse and found my severance check. It was enough to keep me going for awhile and maybe figure out a new career. All I had to do is put on the dress and walk straight out of the hotel. I would be a free woman. It wasn't like before when I was trapped. However, I just couldn't. It was if my body was keeping me captive.
I went into the bathroom, stripped naked and jumped into an ice cold shower. That worked...for awhile but after five minutes I felt the build up again. It was so frustrating. At that moment I wanted to wring Mr. X/Arabella's neck. However they had implanted these desires inside of me, they were deep and uncontrollable when I encountered a dominant man.
I laid on the bed naked and put my little hands on my big firm tits. My nipples were poking straight out and just a touch set me on fire. I clutched a pillow, climbed under the sheets and hugged it tight. Every movement caused arousal so I stayed as still as possible and tried to think of ocean waves crashing on a beautiful beach but it didn't work. I wiggled around in an aroused state desperate for relief. Finally I succumbed and once again humped a pillow into orgasm.
As I laid there breathing heavily I had a thought. I probably could get anything I wanted in the hotel. I saw a button on my phone that said butler so I picked up the receiver and pressed it. Within seconds a deep male voice answer my call. "Yes, ma'am, what can I do for you?
"I need sleeping pills."
"Right away, ma'am."
Within 60 seconds I was given two little pills and a bottle water. I took the pills and although I had to masturbate one more time, I fell asleep shortly after.
I woke with a start the next morning at 11:00 AM with a knock on my door. I put on a big, fuzzy hotel robe and answered. It was the butler again with a package. "Mr. Mack would like to see you at noon. I will be here to escort you at 11:55." He looked up at the red dress which lay across a chair near my bed. I will need the dress, ma'am, to get it cleaned."
I handed him the dress and he left without a word. The package contained a pink bikini with a thong, tiny white shorts, a stretchy white t-shirt and high heeled sandals. I felt a surge of arousal. Mr. Mack wanted me to wear a bikini for him.
I cleaned up, put my makeup on and stood naked in front of the mirror to dress. The bikini top was the type to push my already firm tits up and together putting them on display. It fit perfectly. I put the the little thong on next. It barely covered my pussy and disappeared into my big ass . The high heeled sandals accentuated my shapely ass and once again I was in awe of how hot I was. It was no wonder I constantly was pursued by men...even powerful, young billionaires. Lastly I put on the t-shirt and shorts. Both were tight. The shorts didn't even cover my entire ass and the shirt molded to my big tits. I was still a walking wet dream.
I sat down at the edge of the bed with my mind in turmoil. Deep down I was still a man and still that self-made millionaire who had conquered the business world, however I was now also what they had made me too. My pussy literally throbbed with arousal and I wanted to be with Mr. Mack so such intensity that it was difficult to think. I had the ability to leave. I could walk out the door with my check and go back to my struggle to make it as a poor 19 year old girl in Vegas. However, before you judge me imagine what I was going through. Imagine the most aroused you have ever been and then multiple it by 10. In that state, do you think you could have left?
The time clicked off of the clock and I didn't move. I just watched it click. At precisely 11:55 the butler tapped on the door and I opened it and dutifully followed him down the hall. As we were about to reach the elevator a group of 20-something men walked out of their room. I heard the laughing and whispering as I walked ahead. I could only imagine what they thought of me. I was still, after all of this time, utterly humiliated by my body. Humiliated by the size and perfect shape of my ass. I knew the men's eyes were on the shake and sway of it as I followed the large man in the tailored suit who was leading me to Mr. Mack.
We all arrived at the elevator at the same time and the butler hit the up button and the other men hit the down. As we waited, I thought about how vulnerable I was. As a little, curvy girl I wouldn't have a chance at defending myself against any of them. Having been a large, fit man, I think I was far more acutely aware of it than even any woman who had been born this way. I found it both humiliating and arousing.
The up arrow dinged and we left the men. As the doors shut, saw the men's wide grins. When the elevator opened right in front of his residence, the butler spoke. "Mr. Mack wishes for you to meet him by the pool. The door is open. Walk right through the residence like you did last night."
I did as I was told, breathless with arousal.
Sean Mack was a self made billionaire, but he was not arrogant about his accomplishments. He was simply confident and dominant in every way. As we sat by the pool after dinner and drank wine he told me everything about his history. After only a few glasses I was extremely tipsy and I felt like I constantly had to go pee. Fortunately, I remembered to say sir and ask politely to be excused. At about midnight, I was shocked when he told me he had an early morning meeting and that he would have his assistant escort me back to my room. He just gave me a kiss on the cheek and headed the other direction.
The assistant wordlessly took me back to my hotel suite. My pussy throbbed with arousal and I felt extreme disappointment. What had become of me. I was actually devastated that this man hadn't taken advantage of me. I took the red dress off, kicked the heels into the corner and laid on the bed in my lingerie. I could think of nothing else but getting on my knees and pleasuring him or getting bent over and fucked. I tried to turn on the TV for a distraction, but nothing on television could get him off my mind. I was sopping wet and Mr. Mack dominated my thoughts. My dainty little fingers worked their way down to my clitoris and after a few minutes I came and hard! Nothing like the orgasm he had given me simply by giving me a spanking but, nonetheless, still very hard. My hips rocked back and forth and I arched my back. My cute little high voice squealed. When it was done I breathed heavy for a few seconds, got up and drank a glass of water and on the way back to the bed I felt the arousal building again. The masturbation had only given me a few minutes of relief.
I writhed around the bed trying to control myself but it didn't work. Finally, I put a pillow between my legs and humped it until my body released into another set of mind-blowing convulsions. Once again the relief was short-lived and I felt the arousal building up again. I needed a real man to fuck me so desperately that I felt like a heroin addict. I thought about putting the red dress on and finding a man downstairs in the casino, but I put that thought out of my head. Mr. Mack would surely see me. Likely, he was having someone watch my door to see if I left. He would know if I left the casino to go to another. Plus, it was him who dominated my thoughts. I felt like another man would not do.
I went to my purse and found my severance check. It was enough to keep me going for awhile and maybe figure out a new career. All I had to do is put on the dress and walk straight out of the hotel. I would be a free woman. It wasn't like before when I was trapped. However, I just couldn't. It was if my body was keeping me captive.
I went into the bathroom, stripped naked and jumped into an ice cold shower. That worked...for awhile but after five minutes I felt the build up again. It was so frustrating. At that moment I wanted to wring Mr. X/Arabella's neck. However they had implanted these desires inside of me, they were deep and uncontrollable when I encountered a dominant man.
I laid on the bed naked and put my little hands on my big firm tits. My nipples were poking straight out and just a touch set me on fire. I clutched a pillow, climbed under the sheets and hugged it tight. Every movement caused arousal so I stayed as still as possible and tried to think of ocean waves crashing on a beautiful beach but it didn't work. I wiggled around in an aroused state desperate for relief. Finally I succumbed and once again humped a pillow into orgasm.
As I laid there breathing heavily I had a thought. I probably could get anything I wanted in the hotel. I saw a button on my phone that said butler so I picked up the receiver and pressed it. Within seconds a deep male voice answer my call. "Yes, ma'am, what can I do for you?
"I need sleeping pills."
"Right away, ma'am."
Within 60 seconds I was given two little pills and a bottle water. I took the pills and although I had to masturbate one more time, I fell asleep shortly after.
I woke with a start the next morning at 11:00 AM with a knock on my door. I put on a big, fuzzy hotel robe and answered. It was the butler again with a package. "Mr. Mack would like to see you at noon. I will be here to escort you at 11:55." He looked up at the red dress which lay across a chair near my bed. I will need the dress, ma'am, to get it cleaned."
I handed him the dress and he left without a word. The package contained a pink bikini with a thong, tiny white shorts, a stretchy white t-shirt and high heeled sandals. I felt a surge of arousal. Mr. Mack wanted me to wear a bikini for him.
I cleaned up, put my makeup on and stood naked in front of the mirror to dress. The bikini top was the type to push my already firm tits up and together putting them on display. It fit perfectly. I put the the little thong on next. It barely covered my pussy and disappeared into my big ass . The high heeled sandals accentuated my shapely ass and once again I was in awe of how hot I was. It was no wonder I constantly was pursued by men...even powerful, young billionaires. Lastly I put on the t-shirt and shorts. Both were tight. The shorts didn't even cover my entire ass and the shirt molded to my big tits. I was still a walking wet dream.
I sat down at the edge of the bed with my mind in turmoil. Deep down I was still a man and still that self-made millionaire who had conquered the business world, however I was now also what they had made me too. My pussy literally throbbed with arousal and I wanted to be with Mr. Mack so such intensity that it was difficult to think. I had the ability to leave. I could walk out the door with my check and go back to my struggle to make it as a poor 19 year old girl in Vegas. However, before you judge me imagine what I was going through. Imagine the most aroused you have ever been and then multiple it by 10. In that state, do you think you could have left?
The time clicked off of the clock and I didn't move. I just watched it click. At precisely 11:55 the butler tapped on the door and I opened it and dutifully followed him down the hall. As we were about to reach the elevator a group of 20-something men walked out of their room. I heard the laughing and whispering as I walked ahead. I could only imagine what they thought of me. I was still, after all of this time, utterly humiliated by my body. Humiliated by the size and perfect shape of my ass. I knew the men's eyes were on the shake and sway of it as I followed the large man in the tailored suit who was leading me to Mr. Mack.
We all arrived at the elevator at the same time and the butler hit the up button and the other men hit the down. As we waited, I thought about how vulnerable I was. As a little, curvy girl I wouldn't have a chance at defending myself against any of them. Having been a large, fit man, I think I was far more acutely aware of it than even any woman who had been born this way. I found it both humiliating and arousing.
The up arrow dinged and we left the men. As the doors shut, saw the men's wide grins. When the elevator opened right in front of his residence, the butler spoke. "Mr. Mack wishes for you to meet him by the pool. The door is open. Walk right through the residence like you did last night."
I did as I was told, breathless with arousal.
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