Vanquished Men E-Book

Orlando

• Herausgeber: pinkflamingo
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

Femdom. Femdom Author Orlando’s latest installment in the “Men” series – another collection of Female Domination Stories. In Two Dog Night Jimmy is convinced to don a dog costume to win a prize that results in a lifetime as a puppy. Then poor Brian’s mistake in Piggy reveals his submissiveness to his neighbors as he ends up becoming a piggy for them and his wife – for life! And in Her Maid a stupid bet causes Chad to become Fifi, his wife’s maid. When he dares to engineer an escape, the unthinkable happens. These stories and many others are full of memorable themes. Femdom at its best! Sometimes with straight forward descents into hell, sometimes with twist and turns as a poor wretch is turned into a thing that he never dreamed of becoming and sometimes just a simple chance encounter leads to a life of sexual slavery for a man who never dreamed he could be so tricked.

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Title Page

Her Maid

I climbed into the trunk.

That made her laugh again as I was dragged out the door to hell.

“Well, I was kind of sure when I had that little talk with you,” she said, “but when you oinked I knew that any man in a position like you were in who could make a joke at a time like that was absolutely the man for me.”

“Hello, Phyllis,” she said, “it’s Stephanie, Lucky’s owner. I’ve changed my mind. When can you come and get him?”

I let the note fall to the floor.

I swept her into my arms and carried her to the bedroom.

She laughed.

I could feel the bile rising in my throat.

My world closed in as she led me out to her car.

I shuddered but at least it was something to look forward to.

With that he pushed me into the trunk and slammed the lid.

Violated Men: Tales of Female Domination

Vanquished Men

by Orlando

ISBN: 978-1-950910-10-6

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Copyright © 2019 Orlando

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Contents

Honey I’m Home

Don’t Look a Gift Horse in the Mouth

I’m So Glad You Could Come

Piggy

Two Dog Night

The Love Note

Two for the Price of One

Your Wish is my Command

This is What You Wanted

Puppy Love

Graduating

Her Maid

Honey I’m Home

“Honey I’m home,” my wife called.

I shuddered on my ‘Perch’ because I could tell that she had someone with her and I knew it wasn’t going to be good.

“Oh,” she laughed, “I see that you haven’t left, I guess that means you still want to be my slave.”

I hadn’t left because I was on my ‘Perch’. Being on my “Perch’ meant I was kneeling on a table next to the door with my hands cuffed behind my back. My collar was chained to an eye-bolt on the wall in front of me which forced my mouth over a dildo that jutted out from the wall, propelling my mouth over it. The reference to leaving was that she had turned off the perimeter shock collar around my neck and if, I could have managed to escape the restrictive bondage and left the house I would have been ‘free’. I put free in quotes because I sincerely doubted that if, by some miracle, I had managed to affect an escape I would have really been free. I was confident that she would have found some way to re-capture me.

She walked over and lightly fondled my balls that were hanging out of the main ring of an industrial strength chastity belt, saying, “I see your little eggs are still so ready, no, so needy for someone to caress them, aren’t they? How long has it been since they’ve been emptied? A month? Has it been a month since you agreed to be my slave? Well, you’d best get used to it because they are never, ever going to get emptied again for the rest of your life.”

With the dildo stuffed in my mouth it was impossible for me to respond so I only grunted. It was a grunt of anger, but I knew she couldn’t tell. It was a minor and dangerously stupid futile act of resistance that made me feel better for a few seconds but was a waste of time in my desire to actually get free of her total control over me and every facet of my life.

“Well,” she said, “you had your chance to leave me. Now, I need you to serve me and my…uh… friend like I have trained you to do.”

She disconnected the lead to the eye bolt, uncuffed me and allowed me to climb down from the table.

“Serve us each a beer,” she demanded.

I minced into the kitchen in my high heels with a twelve-inch chain between them restricting my steps, got two beers from the fridge, placed them on a tray and carried them to the living room where they were seated on the couch. I knelt and presented the tray.

***

How I happened to be in this situation was mostly stupidity on my part. Well, perhaps stupidity is a bit harsh, after all I was hopelessly in love and who would ever think that someone with whom you have such a connection would ever…

The story is that I met Mia at a friend’s wedding. We hit it off and after a whirlwind romance that lasted all of three weeks, we tied the knot. Then, a week after the wedding, she asked me to pretend to be her slave. It sounded hot, so I let her tie me up. Big mistake because, since then I had been in some sort of bondage, whipped, disciplined, trained to obey. I was a mindless servant… except that I wasn’t really. She had broken me, but a spark remained of the real me and I was waiting for any opportunity to break free.

***

I waited while they lifted their bottles from the tray, eyes downcast as I had been trained.

“You may look up,” my wife said.

I looked up and my apprehension in serving another person turned to horror. Looking back at me was her mother, with the same disdainful look I had seen on her face at the wedding. If her mother knew about Mia’s lifestyle it explained a lot. In fact, it might explain why her step-father had been off on some mysterious mission and unable to attend the wedding. Most likely he had been stuck at home on his version of a ‘Perch’.

“You remember my mother, don’t you slave?” Mia asked.

“Yes, Miss Mia,” I answered as I had been trained.

“Greet her properly,” my wife demanded.

I placed the tray next to me, leaned forward and kissed her boots.

“I see you have him suitably trained,” Mrs. Jacobs said.

“He’s coming along nicely, mother,” Mia said, “but I still sense some spark of resistance that I really must crush.”

“I’m sure you’ll manage to completely break him,” her mother laughed, “you certainly had plenty of training helping me subdue your step-father.”

As I suspected, she had confirmed that I wasn’t the only male in this subservient position in their family. Her remark about recognizing my spark of resistance bothered me. I really had to devise some way out of this soon while some part of me was still me.

They chatted and drank and caught up and generally ignored me. Later we all moved to the family room where they became engrossed in some mindless television program. That’s when an opportunity presented itself. They had me kneeling at their feet and her mother’s purse was next to me. In the side pocket was her cell phone. I slipped it out and pushed it under the couch. I hoped that if she discovered it missing before she left, they would look and just think it had fallen out.

Luck was with me as far as the phone went but not personally. Mia decided to let her mother take a few turns with me. We went to the dungeon I had been forced to build and she used the cane on my ass and then strung me up to demonstrate her prowess with the bullwhip. I was bleeding when she let me down.

Then Mia let her take me into the den where I was required to demonstrate my oral skills. I actually still loved doing this for Mia because her pussy was a slice of heaven. Eating out a fat, stinky unwashed old biddy was not my idea of a good time. I distracted myself thinking about the phone and planning how to use it.

I got a second break when they went to the kitchen for another beer and I was sent to clean up. I took a moment and turned the ringer down on the phone which saved my plan later that night when her mother called looking for her phone. Mia listened while her mother tried it but as it didn’t ring, they concluded she must have misplaced it elsewhere.

***

Normal routine at bedtime was for me to undress Mia, help her into her luxurious king bed and then for me to go downstairs and lock myself in the cage in the basement dungeon. She allowed me about five minutes to do this. She had a video monitor on my cage and, in addition, the perimeter shock collar which she could also activate with her ever present remote, so she didn’t worry about me trying to escape. Of course, if I took longer than she thought was necessary to appear on her video monitor she simply held down the remote button and came looking for me. I learned that lesson the hard way one evening when I thought I could take a quick moment to void my bladder one more time before bed.

I hurried downstairs, scooped up the phone, ran down into the basement and locked myself into the cage. I was stuck here until she pushed the electronic release in the morning. I rolled over and pretended to go to sleep. I lay there for several hours until I was sure she had drifted off and then put my plan into action. I thought of simply dialing 911 but then another idea occurred to me. In retrospect I wish I had just dialed 911.

***

The next morning when the cage opened, I left it with new purpose. If my plan succeeded, I would be a free man by breakfast. I went about my normal routine of fixing her breakfast and serving it to her in bed. Then I gave her two orgasms with my tongue, bathed her and dressed her. We had just gone downstairs when the front doorbell rang. She had a contingency for uninvited guests in that she had eyebolts all over the house that I could be locked to in an instant. She secured me, turned my collar to bark mode so I couldn’t call out and went to answer the door.

That’s when all hell broke loose. Three masked men invaded the house, used chloroform to knock her out, and laid her on the couch. Then, in walked my old girlfriend, Carol.

“Well, Mike,” she said sweetly, “I guess your dream girl didn’t work out quite like you thought.”

I couldn’t answer because of the shock collar but she figured it out and turned it off.

“Carol, I don’t know how I can ever thank you enough for this,” I said.

“Oh, I’ll think of something,” she laughed. “Just now we need to get out of here before she wakes up.”

She released me from the wall, turned off perimeter shock and began pulling me toward the front door.

“Wait, Carol,” I protested, “what about all of this stuff?”

The stuff I was referring to was, the shackles, the chastity belt, the high heels and the collar. I wanted that stuff off me.

“We don’t have time for that right now,” she said, “besides the shackles are welded on and will have to be cut off.

I didn’t like it, but she was right, so I followed her out to her car. She opened the trunk.

“Get in,” she said coldly.

“What?” I protested.

“I said get in the trunk,” she repeated.

“Carol, what is going on?” I asked.

“I’ve always wanted a slave and now I have one,” she said matter-of-factly, “and slaves definitely don’t ride in the front like humans. Now get in the fucking trunk or you’ll find that the wimpy little discipline sessions that Mia treated you to were nothing compared to what I can dish out when I’m pissed off.”

I climbed into the trunk.

Don’t Look a Gift Horse in the Mouth

“Julia, why are you doing this?” I complained.

“Because I can, Kenneth,” she said. “Because I can.”

“But it’s not fair,” I said. “You know you and I didn’t have sex and it will…”

“I know,” she laughed. “It will devastate her. Tough shit.”

“I love her,” I said.

“I have to say that it sickens me to see you and Amanda together,” she said. “The way you faun all over each other…”

“We’re in love,” I said. “I plan to ask her to marry me next week when she gets back.”

“I don’t think she’ll be saying yes when I show her the evidence that you got me pregnant,” Julia sneered.

“But it’s fake.”

“Says you.”

“Please, Julia, isn’t there anything I can do to change your mind?” I asked.

“Maybe.”

“What? I’ll do it.”

“You’ll have to trust me,” she said.

“Do you promise that whatever it is doesn’t involve something that will make me unfaithful to Amanda?” I asked.

She laughed and said, “Oh, I can definitely promise that.”

“And you promise to let this fake pregnancy thing go?”

“I promise.”

“What do I have to do?”

“You have to do exactly as I ask right now, or the deal is off.”

“Okay.”

“I want you to turn around,” she said.

I did and she stepped up very close behind me. I could feel her firm, lovely breasts pushing into my back.

“Now I want you to gently reach up and touch my breasts,” she said.

“Julia, that’s…”

“It’s not really cheating,” she said. “I just want to feel your hands on them one time.”

I slowly reached up and found her breasts. They really felt nice. Too nice. I didn’t like the way it was making me feel. It felt like cheating. Then I heard two clicks. She had cuffed me!

Before I could spin around, she looped something around my neck and drew it tight. I was choking. Without a pause she pulled me out to the garage, stuffed me in the trunk of her car, looped the neck thing around a tie down and tied it off. I could scarcely breathe.

“We are going for a little ride,” she said and slammed the trunk.

***

A half hour later she opened the trunk and pulled me out. We were on a dirt road with nothing by scrub brush all around. She forced a gag in my mouth, removed my shoes and cut my clothes off. Then she tied the neck lead to the rear bumper and got back in the car.

“Try to keep up, Kenneth,” she said. “Because I’ll drag you by your neck if I have to.”

She didn’t go faster than I could run but fast enough that I was struggling after about a mile. That’s when we were joined by two very sexy young women in shorts and halter tops riding horseback. They seemed to know Julia.

About the time I was certain I was going to collapse and die from her hanging me, a ranch house with outbuildings came into view. We pulled up in front and the girls dismounted. Julia got out of the car and was greeted by two matronly women who stepped off the porch.

“Marsha, Mattie, good to see you again,” Julia said.

“And you, girl,” Marsha said. “What have we here?”

“The horse I told you I thought I could convince to come join your ranch,” Julia said.

“He looks like a bit of exercise could do him good,” Marsha said.

“That’s what I thought,” Julia laughed.

“Why the gag?” Mattie asked.

“Oh, he asked for it,” Julia said.

I couldn’t take any more of this. Julia was making it look as if I were here by my own free will. I began yelling into my gag, thrashing about and shaking my head.

“Is he here of his own free will?” Mattie asked.

I kept shaking my head.

“Hush now, Mattie,” Marsha said. “We don’t need to know stuff like that. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Julia here is good people.”

“Just wondering,” Mattie said. “It’s way more fun when they aren’t.”

I stopped moving. It had become clear that whatever Julia had planned these two were in agreement. She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.

“Good bye, Kenneth,” she said. “As far as Amanda and your life with her as a human, it’s over. You are now a pony, to be used by the guests for nice rides around the ranch and… uh… other needs. I’ll be back from time to time to see how your training is coming along. I’ll probably even avail myself of you just for old times’ sake.”

I looked at her in disbelief. I was going to ask Amanda to be my wife, get married, have kids… A pony? Then, Marsha stepped up.

“Billie Jean, Dakota, please take this new pony to the barn and give him his introduction,” Marsha said. “Then get that thing between his legs locked up, outfit him in training tack and give him some lunge work. I’ll be along after a while.”

“What are we going to call this one?” Billie Jean asked.

“I think ‘Manipulated’ might be kind of cute,” Marsha said.

I fumed at this while Julia laughed. Billie Jean grabbed my lead and the two girls led me toward the barn. If it were other circumstances, I would have loved to be walking behind these two lovelies in cut-offs and crop tops, admiring their asses, but considering the fate they were leading me to I was quaking inside.

At the barn they strapped me over a bench and took turns beating my ass until I was crying and bleeding. Then Dakota leaned in and kissed me lightly on the cheek.

“We like to start new horses out with a mild demonstration of just what will happen if you don’t work hard to be the best horse you can be,” she said. “Forget your past life. You are no longer a human and if we catch you trying to act like one, we will punish you.”

I looked at the cruel gleam in this sweet young thing’s eyes and my dick wanted to shrivel up inside me. Maybe that was part of their plan because it was a piece of cake for them to push my joystick into a very tiny chastity tube. It was obvious to me that I wouldn’t be having any joy ever again if I couldn’t figure out some way to escape. Billie Jean must have read my mind.

“Oh, by the way,” she said. “We don’t fool around. If you ever try to escape we cut that thing off and force you to eat it.”

I shuddered.

“We leave you your balls, however,” she laughed. “Just to make sure that your frustration never stops.”

They got me off the bench, fitted a bit in my mouth, a bridle on my head, a waist belt with cuffs that kept my hands close to my hips and removed the noose around my neck and replaced it with a shock collar. Then, Dakota snapped a leash to my bridle and led me out into a training ring.

***

Chapter 2

The six months I’d been here had been hell. I had turned over ways to escape in my mind until I dreamed them. None of them were very good, certainly not good enough to risk having my dick cut off. I was despairing of ever having a real life again.

Julia came about once a month to take me out for a session. The very first time, months ago, she had informed me that she had planted evidence. It showed that I had left Amanda deliberately to ‘pursue my darker side’. She said that at first Amanda hadn’t believed it, but Julia was both smart and clever. She managed to sow little seeds of evidence in different places that finally convinced Julia that I had really left her.

Now, six months later she let me know that Amanda had gone on with her life. She was dating an engineer. They didn’t have the chemistry that we had but she was moving on. Julia seemed to relish the fact that she had ruined two lives.

My days pretty much followed the same routine. Wake up stiff from sleeping on hay, eat some gruel in a bucket, get harnessed to a sulky, run my ass off for a parade of clients, get my ass whipped for not running fast enough, get unhitched, eat some gruel in a bucket and lie down in hay to sleep.

Of course, usually somewhere during the client’s ride they would stop at one of the many secluded rest areas and avail themselves of my oral skills. I didn’t mind the female clients as much, although some were quite unappetizing. The male clients sickened me. Thankfully there was one female pony who was in high demand by the male clients so that indignity didn’t happen too frequently.

The variation to my routine was on slow days when the Bobbsey twins, Dakota and Billie Jean, would take myself and the female pony for a romp. Today was one of those days. The five of us were harnessed, ready and waiting for clients when the Bobbsey twins came out.

“It’s your lucky day ponies,” Dakota said. “Only Pecos and Bronco are booked, which means that Billie Jean and I are taking Manipulated and Flame for the day. Buckeye will remain tethered here in case we get a walk-in.”

I shuddered. Bobbsey twin days weren’t hard physically but the frustration those two caused was over the top. It turns out they were lesbians which is why they wanted Flame. They brought me because from the very beginning they could tell how turned on I got with the sight of any naked flesh and especially nubile flesh like theirs.

As usual Billie Jean climbed in behind me and Dakota took Flame. Also, as usual, we headed straight for the isolated beach next to the small pond that also had a tented area with a king bed and two easy chairs.

As soon as we got there the girls fastened us to the hitching posts, stripped and went swimming. They always put on a show and today was no exception. They made love the first time in the water, then again on a blanket in front of Flame and me. My dick was hurting so badly from trying to escape its prison that I was moaning in pain which got a round of giggles from them.

Then, things got worse as they always did on these days. They unhitched Flame and me, removed our bridles and the four of us ended up on the king-sized bed.

“How long has it been, Manipulated, since you even had an erection?” Billie Jean asked, fingering my balls.

It was a rhetorical question for two reasons. First, the shock collar kept me from speaking and she knew it. Second, she already knew to the minute how long it had been.

“I can’t imagine how you can stand it,” she said. “It never ceases to amaze me how guys like you beg to become ponies and be kept in perpetual chastity.”

Another lie as she was fully aware that I was here against my will.

Meanwhile, almost the same scenario was taking place with poor Flame. She sported a female chastity belt and Dakota was teasing her unmercifully.

“Time for our ponies to get to work,” they said in unison.

That was our directive to get our faces in between their legs and lick. Except for the frustration I loved this part. They were both beautiful, stunning, well put together ladies in the prime of young womanhood.

Further, it was an escape for me. I used this time to pretend that it was Amanda’s pussy that I was licking and, for the time that I was licking whichever one had picked me that day I was lost to the pain, heartache and frustration that was my life now.

***

Two days later I was harnessed and standing in the row with the other ponies, waiting for clients when I heard a voice that I’d never thought I’d hear again.

“I want that one,” a female voice that had to be Amanda’s said.

I wanted to whip around and look, but something stopped me. I didn’t know how or why Amanda was here, but I felt it was probably the wrong thing to draw attention.

“Manipulated?” Billie Jean asked. “You kind of fancy him?”

“He reminds me of an ex-boyfriend,” Amanda said.

“Oh, kind of a way to take out your repressed frustrations, huh?” Billie Jean laughed.

“Something like that,” Amanda said.

“Here’s a trail map,” Billie Jean said. “Enjoy.”

Amanda got in behind me and before I knew it, she slashed my ass with the worst cut of the whip I’d ever gotten. I could feel blood trickling down my leg. I leaped into full speed. It didn’t matter she just kept whipping me as hard as she could.

“Move you fucking horse!” she screamed.

I began crying. I knew she was operating on the lies she’d been told but I couldn’t help myself. I loved this woman and now she clearly hated me.

Somehow, she picked the pond as our destination. I was completely winded and broken when we stopped. She got off and moved in front of me.

“So, you… you fucking had this dark side and just had to ruin my life to explore it, huh?” she said coldly.

I looked at her. I tried to make her see.

“Are you crying?” she said nastily. “Is the realization of your fantasy too much for your tender sensibilities?”

I was lost.

“I’m going to come here every week and beat the shit out of you for what you’ve done to me,” she said. “I’m going to give you your fantasy until you are…”

I was so beaten that I automatically did the one thing that either of us did whenever we had gotten into an argument with the other, realized we were wrong and wanted it to stop. It was a stupid move and because my arms were behind me, I couldn’t do it correctly. She noticed and stopped talking.

“Don’t you dare you fucking piece of shit,” she said. “You don’t have the right to…”

I did it again and dropped to my knees. That finally stopped her. She reached down and undid my bit.

“I’m giving you ten seconds to spout whatever lie you plan on using and then I’m going to put that bit back in and get back to giving you what you deserve,” she said.

I couldn’t speak with the damn collar on. I looked at her and hoped she realized. She didn’t. After more than ten seconds had passed, she went to put my bit back in.

“Aman…” was all I got out before the collar put me on the ground.

“Kenny? Are you alright?” she asked. “What the fuck?”

It took her a few minutes but eventually she found the switch that turned it off. I could still feel the anger rolling off her. I decided on short and to the point.

“Julia tricked me,” I said.

“What?”

“Julia,” I said.

I watched as the disbelief in her face turned to questioning. She still was wavering, so I brought out the big guns.

“Are you still living in… our house?” I asked.

“You meant my house? The house you left?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“I am, so what?”

“When you get home tonight, I want you to pull out the drawer in the nightstand on my side and find what’s behind it,” I said.

“What the fuck will that prove?” she asked.

“Amanda, I love you, I’ve always loved you. I know you are hurt but I didn’t do it,” I said. “Just check out that drawer, please.”

“Listen, you fucking wannabe horse there is nothing that is ever going to convince me that…”

I got back up, looked straight ahead and waited. She got the message and went back to driving me and not talking.

***

Three days later she was back. We went again to the pond. When we got there, she was frantic in getting me out of my harness, removing my bit and turning off the collar. She pulled out the box I knew she would find.

“What’s this, Kenneth?” she asked.

“I think you know,” I said, “but just to make sure…”

I dropped to one knee and said, “Amanda, will you marry me?”

I saw the smirk on her face as she said, “Why would a well brought up woman such as myself ever have any interest in marrying a horse?”

“Uh… because you love him?”

“Well… when you put it like that it certainly becomes a story to tell our grandkids,” she said.

“Is that a yes or a no?”

“That’s a big yes, you stallion you!” she said.

“Not much of a stallion until this thing comes off,” I said, pointing at my crotch.

“The help here tells me that you are unbelievable with your mouth, is that true?’ she asked.

“So they say,” I said.

“You used to be pretty good,” she said, “what changed?”

“Please don’t be angry but…”

“I know what you have had to do, Kenny,” she said. “What I want to know is why you are better?”

“Every time I had to… uh… lick someone else I pretended it was you,” I said.

She wiggled all over.

“Show me.”

I did.

***

An hour later we returned to the farm complex. We had a plan of sorts. Well, Amanda had a plan. I was just a dumb horse. We pulled up in front of the main house where Marsha and Mattie were sitting in rocking chairs on the porch. Amanda tethered me off and walked up on the porch.

“Ladies, may I have a word?” Amanda asked.

“What’s troubling you, Amanda,” Marsha asked.

“This one,” she said, pointing to me.

“I understand you have a history with Manipulated,” Marsha laughed.

“I do and just beating the shit out of him once a week isn’t going to satisfy me,” Amanda said. “I want more.”

“What did you have in mind?” Marsha asked.

“I want you to lend him to me for two weeks,” Amanda said. “When I bring him back, he will be a changed… uh… person.”

“Do tell,” Marsha said, intrigued.

“I have a Doctor friend who can… um… modify him permanently,” Amanda said.

“To what?” Marsha asked.

“I know that you are short of fillies and you could sell more time if you had another,” Amanda said. “My plan is to turn him into a filly.”

“Really?”

“Let me have him for two weeks and I guarantee that what I bring back will be a woman,” Amanda said.

“Wow! In just two weeks?” Marsha asked.

“Yes,” Amanda said.

“What do you think, Mattie?” Marsha asked.

“Revenge is a powerful motivator, isn’t it? I say we should let her do it,” Mattie said. “Like she pointed out, we could use another female horse.”

“Two weeks?” Marsha asked again.

“I guarantee it,” Amanda said.

“We agree, dearie,” Marsha said. “Just understand that if you are not back in two weeks, we will send somebody for you. You will become our new filly. Do you understand?”

“I need the keys to everything he has on,” Amanda said.

“Even his chastity belt?” Mattie asked.

“I said I’m bringing a woman back,” Amanda said coldly. “That thing won’t be there.”

“Ooooh,” Mattie moaned. “I hope I never get on your bad side.”

Marsha produced keys and handed them to Amanda who unhitched me, shoved me in the trunk of her car and slammed the lid.

“See you in two weeks, ladies,” I heard Amanda say. “Believe me you won’t recognize what comes back as this creature at all.”

We didn’t get but three miles from the farm before she pulled over, got me out, undid everything including the hated belt and we fucked like rabbits in the back seat for an hour.

***

Two weeks later we were on our way back. Amanda was driving. I was sitting in the passenger seat wearing black jeans, a black T-shirt and sunglasses. We stopped a mile out and got Julia out of the trunk.

She was naked except for the gag, cuffs holding her arms behind her and the noose around her neck. I attached the lead to the bumper and got back in.

“Try to keep up, Julia,” I laughed. “We’ll drag you by your neck if we have to.”

We were joined almost right away by Billie Jean and Dakota on horseback. Julia was exhausted by the time we reached the farmhouse. Both Amanda and I got out and approached the ladies sitting on the porch.

“Here she is,” Amanda said and waited.

Marsha looked at Julia and then at me, then back at Julia and said, “My my my, who would have ever believed that ugly man could have been transformed into such a stunning looking woman? And in only two weeks.”

“A true miracle of modern science,” Amanda said smugly.

Mattie had been glancing back and forth from Julia and me and finally spoke up, pointing at Julia.

“Isn’t that…”

“Our new filly,” Marsha interrupted, “you bet.”

“But she looks like…”

“A perfect fit for our needs,” Marsha interrupted again.

Mattie then concentrated her gaze on me.

“Amanda, who is he?” she asked pointing at me.

“My bodyguard,” Amanda said.

“But… he looks a lot like…”

“Brad Pitt? I know, he gets that a lot,” Amanda said.

“Marsha, I think somethings not right here,” Mattie said.

“Mattie, you are absolutely right,” Marsha said. “Our new filly needs to be in a chastity belt and…”

“No,” Mattie said. “I mean I don’t think that this woman is…”

“Oh my god you’re right,” Marsha said. “We can’t keep calling her ‘this woman’. What name strikes you as appropriate, Maggie?”

“Marsha, what I’m thinking is…”

“Wait! I’ve got it,” Marsha said. “Considering her lineage and how she ended up as a filly, how about ‘Bad Blunder’.

Marsha, I don’t think you understand what I’m trying to say,” Mattie said.

“Mattie, I completely understand but if there is one thing I’ve learned is that you don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.” Marsha said. “Girls, get our new filly outfitted properly and then give her the warm welcome that we give all of our new arrivals.”

As the girls led Sasha away Marsha turned to us.

“Very nicely played, Amanda,” she said.

Amanda looked at her, smiled and said, “I don’t have the faintest idea what you are talking about.”

“I’m sure, dear,” Marsha said, “but please be so kind as to invite us to the wedding. I just love a happy ending.”

end

I’m So Glad You Could Come

Mrs. Johnson opened the door before I could knock. She was a strikingly beautiful older woman with tons of money. The money was why I was here because I did financial planning and I planned on moving some of her money into my pocket if she gave me the chance. I felt that, as she had called me, I had that chance.

“Mr. Kensington, please come in,” she said.

“Please call me Bruce,” I said shaking her hand.

“Bruce,” she said, “I’m so glad you could come.”

“Likewise,” I said, politely, “and, may I call you Clara?”

“Absolutely not,” she snapped.

I was a bit taken aback as I was used to being on a first name basis with all my clients, but I let it pass. She led me into the living room and motioned for me to sit on the loveseat. She sat on the couch.

“How can I be of assistance to you… Mrs. Johnson?” I asked.

“Take a look at the folder on the table in front of you,” she said.

I assumed it was her financial portfolio and that we were going to get right into discussing her investments and how I might assist her. I picked it up, opened it and within less than a minute a wave of fear washed over me. Instead of it being a list of her holdings it was a report from a private detective, listing dates, times, amounts and, where appropriate, pictures of when and where and how I had stolen a great deal of money from one of my clients. I closed it and put it down.

“Laura is my very good friend,” she said. “In fact, she recommended you, but I like to look before I leap.”

“Mrs. Johnson, this is just a misunder…”

“Shut the fuck up, Bruce,” she said interrupting my half-hearted attempt to defend myself. “You stole a lot of money from my friend and I intend to make you pay.”

“Mrs. Johnson, please, you don’t understand I…”

“I don’t understand that you are a slime-ball who preys on unsuspecting women who trust you?” she asked.

“Uh…”

“Do you have anything to say before I send this file to the police?” she asked.

“Please, Mrs. Johnson, isn’t there anything else?” I asked.

“Anything else?” she asked sweetly.

“I mean isn’t there anything I can do to… make it right?” I asked.

“Like what?”

“I could put the money back,” I said.

“That would be a start,” she said. “And…?”

“Please, I’ll do anything,” I said.

“Anything?”

All I could see was the glimmer of hope that I wouldn’t go to jail so, again I said, “Anything.”

“You need to make restitution,” Mrs. Johnson said.

“Uh, okay.”

“I mean you need to pay her back the money you stole,” she said.

“Okay.”

“Plus, interest and a penalty,” she said.

I wasn’t liking the sound of this, but I didn’t have much choice if I didn’t want to go to jail so I nodded agreement.

“And some personal service to make your apology special for her,” she added.

“Personal service?” I asked.

“You said you’d do anything. Did you really mean it or am I wasting my time?” she asked, looking at her phone.

“No, please, Mrs. Johnson,” I blubbered, “I’ll do anything you ask.”

“You can start by taking off all of your clothes,” she said coldly.

“Huh?”

“The first part of anything is that I want you naked in the next thirty seconds, kneeling here in front of me.”

“But…”

She picked up her phone and began to dial. I kicked off my shoes, snatched at my shirt, pants and underwear, got them off and dropped to my knees in front of her. She smiled.

“Now, I’m going to outline how your life is going to be from now on. If, at any time, you don’t want to live like I intend you to, just pick your clothes up and walk out,” she said. “Of course, if you do, I will call the District Attorney and in no time, you will be a little sissy boy bent over for whoever is your jailhouse Master.”

I hung my head and waited.

“You are going to live here and be completely under my control while I… uh… retrain you,” she said. “You will be completely obedient, or I will punish you. Do you understand?”

I didn’t really, but I nodded my head.

“Good! I’ve taken the liberty of preparing some paperwork for you to sign,” she said, holding up a folder. “There is no need for you to read the pages. Just sign wherever there is a signature block.”

“But, Mrs. Johnson, I…”

“The District Attorney is a very good friend of mine,” she said. “I think I will recommend to him that…”

“I’ll sign, I’ll sign,” I interrupted, snatching the folder from her hands.

I was able to read a few words as I quickly signed the pages and I was sickened by some of the things I saw. The penalties and interest essentially doubled the amount I had taken. Further it seemed that she was taking all the rest of my money and other assets and placing them in a “trust” that only she controlled. The final frightening paper was one that gave her complete control over me and, in addition, a blanket release giving her the legal right to make whatever body modifications she desired. I hesitated briefly before I signed the last one but when she began dialing again I gave in, signed the last page and handed the folder back to her.

“Lean forward,” she ordered.

I leaned into her lap and felt her attach a collar around my neck, followed by the click of a lock.

“That is a very high tech doggie shock collar which you will wear for the rest of your miserable life,” she said smugly. “I own you. Your life is mine. I will control every moment of your life from now on.”

As her words sunk in I realized that I had made a horrible mistake. Jail would be bad, but it wouldn’t be for the rest of my life. This woman was crazy and the sooner I got out of here the better off I would be. I glanced at the remote in next to her on the couch and decided I probably only had one chance to escape. I grabbed it and ran for the door.

I intended to run out in the street naked and attract as much attention as I could, hopefully even a cop. I only got as far as the front door when a blast encircled my neck and put me down. I watched as she got up and leisurely walked over to me and picked up the remote.

“I was going to go easy on you, but I can see that would be a mistake,” she said. “Your first rule is that you will never, and I mean never walk on two feet again. You will crawl on hands and knees. Is that clear?”

Hand and knees? She couldn’t be serious. I wanted to stand and defy her, but I knew that would be a mistake. I nodded.

“Don’t worry, little doggie,” she laughed, “it won’t be very long before I make sure that even if you wanted you won’t ever be able to stand again.”

I didn’t know what she meant but the thought and her intonation caused me to shiver like I was in Alaska in a raging snowstorm. She snapped a leash on my collar.

“Come with me, doggie,” she said, dragging me along behind her.

We went into the kitchen and down the cellar stairs into a room that looked like a dungeon. Looked like was a misnomer, it was a dungeon and some of the equipment caused my dick to try and crawl into my body. Surely, she couldn’t… wouldn’t…

“Get up here,” she demanded, gesturing to a table that looked very much like a dog grooming table.

I climbed up and she attached my collar to a post with a very short lead. I was stuck on hands and knees, completely exposed.

“My friend, Laura, really has wanted a… dog as a pet but she has never been able to find one that… well, one that satisfies her… uh… needs,” she said.

I couldn’t help myself. I could see where this was going, and I whined.

“Yes!” she said. “I knew you would be perfect.”

I whined again and began involuntarily shaking my head. She laughed.

“First,” she said, “we need to get that little thing between your legs under control. I thought of neutering you to make you more docile. But if I did that then you wouldn’t have all that delicious frustration of having desires that you couldn’t fulfill and what would be the fun in that? So, instead I got you this very nice chastity device that is inescapable and also comes with a small shock collar that goes around your balls. Very convenient for keeping bad little doggies under control.”

She took a few minutes attaching the thing around my balls and dick. I could feel the weight.

“Next, some specially designed shackles on your legs with an attachment to a steel belt around your waist so that, even if you wanted to, there is no way to stand up like a human,” she said.

The belt she locked around my waist was very tight and uncomfortable as were the legs shackles. I complained. She wacked my ass with a crop.

“Doggies do not talk ever,” she said coldly. “I plan to have a female friend over tomorrow who will fix you so that you will only be able to make doggie noises.”

I looked at her and whispered, “Please.”

She smacked me again and said,” I told you no talking. If you do it again, I’m going to string you up and whip you until you are bleeding. As to the shackles being uncomfortable, the same friend will sever your Achilles tendons and make a few more modifications so that you won’t need them.”

I was appalled. Jail would have been tame compared to this. What kind of a sadistic bitch was this woman? Surely her friend wouldn’t be this bad.

“Next, some mitts for your hands so that you can’t even try to open your cage door,” she said.

She had me put my hands in fists and then covered them with mitts that insured I had lost complete use of my fingers.

“I know these are uncomfortable also,” she said sweetly, “but don’t worry, my friend will also cut all of your fingers off tomorrow so we will be able to dispense with these painful mitts.”

Like cutting my fingers off won’t be painful?

“Well,” she said, “I think we’ve got you ready for now. Just think, tomorrow your modifications, then a couple of weeks of training and you’ll be ready to live out your life as my friend Laura’s special pet. I do think her tastes are a bit more far out than mine, however. Some of the things she will expect you to do I wouldn’t wish on a dog.”

I guess she thought that was funny because she started laughing so hard she got the hiccups. I just wanted to die.

***

Two weeks later all my procedures were healing nicely. Mrs. Johnson’s friend had done them without any anesthetic because she said that those drugs were too expensive to waste on an animal. Thankfully the pain had been so great I had passed out for most of the work. Mrs. Johnson had trained me to eat like a dog, walk like a dog, shit like a dog and play fetch like a dog. She had also extensively trained me in the proper way to lick a woman’s pussy and ass.

The doorbell rang about two in the afternoon and I shivered in real fear. Some of the hints that Mrs. Johnson had dropped about her friend Laura made me realize I was going from the frying pan into the fire.

“Laura,” Mrs. Johnson gushed as she opened the door, “so good of you to come.”

I’d forgotten how disgustingly fat Laura was. My stomach rolled over thinking of the things she was going to make me do… to her and that sickeningly gross body.

“Clara, wild horses couldn’t have kept me away,” Laura said. “I can’t believe that you’ve done me such a favor. All of my money back and a pet to boot.”

“I was happy to do it, Laura,” Mrs. Johnson said depreciatingly.

“Here, boy,” Laura called.

I had been told what to do so I crawled right over to her, tucked my head under her skirt and planted my mouth on her pussy. I say pussy because she wasn’t wearing any panties. I stuck my tongue out began licking. I heard her purr in pleasure.

“I see you’ve trained him in one of the most important facets of our new relationship,” Laura gushed.

“He’s very good at that,” Mrs. Johnson bragged.

“What about toilet service?” Laura asked.

Toilet service? Oh, please god, no!

“I left that for you, dearie,” Mrs. Johnson said. “I know how very particular you are about that.”

“You’re right about that,” Laura said. “It’s a real pain to have to retrain and break the bad habits some of them pick up when they haven’t been trained properly.”

I couldn’t believe that she was planning to train me as her toilet. I guess that was one of the things Mrs. Johnson meant when she suggested that her friend Laura’s tastes were farther out than hers and got to laughing about not wishing them on a dog.

“I’m sorry to rush right out but I really need to pee soon and that makes it a perfect opportunity to begin his training,” Laura said taking my leash and pulling me toward the door.

“Enjoy your new pet, Clara,” Mrs. Johnson said gaily, “and I hope he enjoys his new life, the life of a pampered pet.”

That made her laugh again as I was dragged out the door to hell.

Piggy

“We should all get in the shower,” Brian said.

I didn’t comprehend where that had just come from. Perhaps the copious amounts of alcohol we had been consuming. Brian was one-half of the young couple who had just moved in next door. Janet, his wife, was terminally hot and I really wanted to get into her pants. A shower would be a great start.

“I’ve got a large shower in the Master bedroom,” I said, “big enough for all of us.”

“Perfect,” Brian said, leading the way.

In the bathroom I watched as Janet slid out of her clothes and my dick was bursting I wanted her so badly. I was a bit worried about Brian, but after all, he had suggested the shower, so I figured he was ready for some kind of action. I stripped down also and the three of us got into the shower.

It fact, it was a tight fit with the three of us which was just fine with me because I was pressed up against Janet and loving every minute of it. She was occupied with kissing Brian, so I began taking liberties. I ran my hands over her hips and started moving them down over her stomach with the intention of caressing her pussy. She turned to me and gently put her hand on my shoulder and pushed.

I got the message and let her push me to my knees. Now my face was at a level with her vital areas. I was in heaven. She clearly wanted me to go further so I began kissing her ass and caressing her thighs and letting my fingers tickle her pussy hairs. Things were definitely moving in the direction I wanted. Then she dropped down next to me and kissed me, her hand snaked between my legs and captured my balls.

“Oh my god,” I thought. “It’s clear that she wants me and…”

My thoughts were interrupted when her hand tightened like a vise grip on my jewels. It hurt so badly I couldn’t speak.

“Open your mouth, James,” she said.

I was having trouble concentrating the pain was so intense. I noticed that Brian had shifted to standing directly in front of me and his raging erection was staring me in the face. Janet tightened her grip and the pain caused me to involuntarily open my mouth.

“Good piggy,” she said, and Brian shoved his dick into my open cavity.

I was helpless. Her hand had me completely in her power.

“Suck, piggy,” she said, murmuring in my ear.

I did because I had no choice. In less than thirty seconds he shot his revolting load into my mouth.

“Swallow, piggy,” Janet said.

I did because again I had no choice. The pain was debilitating. I couldn’t resist or even try. I began crying but Janet licked my tears and whispered encouragement in my ear.

“Get the collar and the other stuff, Brian,” Janet said.

Within a few minutes I was wearing a collar, my arms and legs had been strapped up so that I could only move on my elbows and knees and some horrible contraption had taken the place of her hand on my balls. It didn’t hurt as badly, but somehow they could control it remotely and make me scream.

“Just one more thing, piggy,” Janet said, licking my tears, “and then you will be our special little pet.”

She brought out two hooks joined with a v-chain that she put in my nostrils, leading the chain over my head, pulling it tight and connecting it to my collar. It had the effect of forcing my head up and back at an awkward and painful angle and pulling my nostrils open so that I looked like a pig.

Then, she snapped a leash on my collar and started dragging me along behind her, arm and arm with Brian. I wanted to know what the hell was happening, so I tried to ask.

“Janet, what…” I started but that was as far as I got when the pain hit my balls and caused me to stop.

“Piggys don’t talk,” she said, continuing to drag me along.

In the living room they sat down on the couch, side by side, looking down on me fondly.

“James,” Janet said, “you are our little piggy now and that’s all you’ll ever be for the rest of your life.”

I opened my mouth again, but she held up a remote and I closed it.

“You may oink and make piggy noises,” she said, “but if your continue to defy us by trying to speak we will have your vocal chords removed. Oink once if you understand me.”

I was horrified. A piggy? For the rest of my life? There was little I could do but grunt out a weak “oink”.

She reached out and patted my head saying, “Good piggy, things will be much more pleasant for you if you accept your new position in life and don’t try to rebel.”

“Pleasant?” I thought. “Being an animal forever?”

“I bet you are wondering why, aren’t you, piggy?” she asked.

I knew my place and grunted, “oink”.

“Well, it’s pretty simple,” she said. “James and I found out long ago that neither of us were suited for the 9 to 5 grind, so we looked around for other ways to make money. What we found was that there was a huge market out in the kink community for slaves. Slaves that could be turned into sissys, or toilets, or permanently chastised body servants, or castrated gay cocksuckers, or animals like dogs and piggys, like you. We train them to be perfect in their new roles and then we sell them.”

“Sell?” I thought but my mind couldn’t wrap itself around that concept. I was a person not a pig.

“We have a client who specifically wants a piggy and you were perfect for the role so… voila!... here we are,” she said.

“A client?” I thought. “My god there were people who actually paid for this?”

“The client wants a piggy who is really great with his mouth so…”

She dragged me into her crotch and used the remote to prod me into starting. I didn’t need a second reminder. I went right to work thinking that I had wanted to do this anyway before they enslaved me and forced me to do it.

It wasn’t long before I had her screaming. I liked eating pussy and I prided myself on being very good at it. When she came down she pushed me away.

“Wow!” she said. “That was… well, let’s just say that you clearly don’t need any training on that score. If I hadn’t already promised you to a client I’d be sorely tempted to keep you for myself. Anyway, it seems we may be able to deliver you sooner than I planned. However, just to be sure I will… uh… test you a few more times over the next week.”

I was pleased and dismayed. If a choice was offered where I could stay with her or go off with some stranger, I’d opt for her every time. I just needed to figure out how I could at least try to change her mind because escape from the hell they planned my life to be didn’t seem to be in the cards.

She handed my leash to Brian saying, “Let’s see how well you do on the other phase of you training.”

Before I could resist, Brian had dragged me into his crotch and a short burst to my balls had the desired effect of causing me to open my mouth. He promptly pulled it down over his raging erection.

“Suck, piggy,” he said.

It was the scene in the shower all over again with Brian forcing his rod down my throat and Janet licking my tears and whispering encouragement. Again, it wasn’t thirty seconds and he shot his vile slime down my throat.

“Swallow, piggy,” she said, and I did.

“How was it, Brian?” she asked.

“Not bad, but he clearly needs more training,” Brian answered.

Perversely, I wondered how Janet ever got any pleasure with a guy who shot his load so quickly. That was only my second time ever with a dick in my mouth and he hadn’t lasted more than half a minute either time. Probably after I got good at the monstrous act I would be able to get him off in fifteen seconds. I doubt that could be pleasurable for her.

***

The next week was heaven and hell. The hell part was having to crawl around on my hands and knees like a pig, eat like a pig, drink like a pig, oink like a pig, sleep like a pig and suck Brian’s dick four times a day. As I surmised I got so good that I barely had my mouth on him before he would spurt. The few times they made love as a couple, with me on the floor like a pig, she was very pissed off about his staying power. By the end of the week you could cut the tension between them with a knife.

The heaven part was me getting to indulge myself on her pussy. I learned her moods, what she liked, what she didn’t like, what really turned her on and what would give her orgasms so incredible that she about took the roof of the house with her screaming. Brian started sulking and going out of his way to punish me because he was insanely jealous.

Near the end of the week, after an incredible session with Janet and while Brian was out of the house until the evening, instead of pushing me away and leaving she cupped my chin and forced me to look at her.

“Are you as good with your dick as you are with your tongue?” she asked.

“Oink,” I replied.

“Do you last more than thirty seconds?” she asked.

“Oink,” I said.

“This is stupid,” she said. “I want to have a conversation with you so, for right now, you may speak.”

I waited.

“I may be naïve, but I kind of think that any man who is as good as you are with his mouth is probably a thoughtful and thorough lover,” she said. “Am I on target?”

“Janet, I…”

I let my voice trail off because I was, in fact, a thoughtful and thorough lover. My first wife and I had incredible sex together until cancer got her but no matter what I said she would have to think that I was just trying for favor or to get free. In fact, if I had been in her position I wouldn’t have believed a word. So, I stopped and said nothing.

“Let’s try something,” she said.

In the next few minutes she managed to remove the horrible restraints that kept me on all fours while insuring that I was still in chains with that hateful device on my balls.

“Make love to me,” she said.