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Trapped and Trained Ch. 01

By: SissyIndy



I responded to an ad on Craigslist from some guy asking for help to move some furniture. He was paying pretty well and, after I practically laughed at him for asking if I could lift the furniture, he agreed to have me over to get it done. We moved everything around for what felt like hours, often moving the same piece of furniture to what seemed like the same place it was originally. Finally he decided he liked the new arrangement, which wasn't that drastically different than how it looked when we started. Obviously exhausted, I sat down on the couch. He asked me if I'd like a Gatorade, to which I quickly accepted. He brought it to me in a glass and, while it tasted a bit off at first, I didn't care and gulped the entire thing down, then leaned back against the couch.

After a few minutes, I started feeling a bit uneasy as the room began to spin. I tried to stand, but my legs felt like they weighed too much to lift. I tried rubbing my face to shake the feeling off, but my hands too wouldn't obey any of my commands. I felt paralyzed sitting there on the couch next to this stranger. I heard him move closer, then felt his hands roaming around my body, pinching my nipples roughly, forcing a finger in my mouth, stroking my cock and squeezing my balls harshly. 

"You'll do just fine" he said, causing fear to course through my body. 

Do just fine for what? What was going on? Who is this guy and what does he want with me?

"Don't panic - you're just temporarily paralyzed. You still have all of your senses about you, meaning you'll hear everything I tell you and feel everything I intend to do with you" 

With that said, he picked me up off of the couch with little effort and carried me into a bedroom. He quickly stripped off all of my clothes and again felt around my body, squeezing my ass, pulling the cheeks apart and feeling around the outside of my hole. I tried with everything I could to move away, but there was nothing I could do as this random man explored my body as he pleased. He then picked me up again and took me to a bathroom, where he placed me in the tub. He then rubbed some kind of cream all over my body and left the room. After a few minutes I felt a tingling sensation all over, which slowly began to feel like a mild burning feeling. After about 20 minutes I was in complete misery with my whole body feeling like it was on fire when the stranger finally reappeared. He turned on the shower and cleaned off all of the cream, after which I noticed that all of the hair on my body was coming off with this awful cream. Using a towel he dried me off and wiped the rest of the hair from my body, then turned me around to face a mirror. Looking at my reflection, I could tell I was now smooth everywhere below my neck - my cock looked so strange being bare with no hair surrounding it. The stranger then took me back to the bedroom and again sat me down on the bed, rubbing another type of cream all over me. I panicked while thinking about what this cream would be doing to me shortly, but I soon realized that it was just a lotion. It smelled very girly and made my skin feel extremely soft to the touch as he again explored my body roughly with his hands.

Once he was satisfied that the lotion had been rubbed in everywhere, his focus turned to my cock and balls. Mainly, attempting to make them disappear from the feel of it. He pushed with all his might on my balls until they finally receeded inside my groin area, leaving just my cock poking out between my legs. With some kind of tan looking paste, he pulled my cock back behind me and applied a heavy amount of the paste over the top of it. When he was satisfied with the amount of paste applied, he carefully smoothed it over and stepped back. I could feel the concoction hardening between my legs and suddenly it felt like my cock was now trapped inside this casing. Again pulling me up to the mirror I was speechless when I saw what he had done to me. Looking between my legs now you saw no trace of my manhood, just a smooth mound that, at a quick glance, could easily pass as a pussy.

Apparently happy with his progress so far, he brought me over to a table and sat me down in front of a mirror. I watched as he quickly went to the closet and came back with a collection of wigs of all colors. He went through them one by one, roughly moving my head around as he situated them on top of me, then pulling them off in disgust as he tried to find one that would look natural. He finally decided on a shoulder length brunette wig that he pinned in place. After which he moved my head back and force to see if it would move, then made some adjustments and stepped back to admire his work. After a few minutes he began opening the drawers in the table and pulling out boxes that looked like those that would hold makeup. He went to work on my face with some solution that felt very thick. When he stepped out of the way of the mirror I saw that he was applying a thick coat of foundation to my face, making it look very tan and smooth. After giving it a few minutes to dry, he pulled out some very dark blue eye shadow and, forcing my eye closed with his off hand, I felt him applying it to each eyelid. Next I felt him doing something to my eyelashes and then doing something very close to my eyeballs. When he again stepped away I saw that he had apparently applied mascara and thick eyeliner to my eyes, making them look very deep now. I then saw him pull out some red looking powder and apply it to my cheekbones, making them very defined and feminine. Lastly he pulled out a tube of deep red lipstick, applying it to my lips and then adding on top of that a coat of sparkly lip gloss, making my lips look not only three times their size, but also very wet.

Looking at his watch, the strange man apparently felt rushed, so he quickly picked me up and sat me back down on the bed. He went back to the closet and came back with a small box and some tube of liquid. He pushed me on my back and poured a healthy amount of the liquid on my chest, spreading it around. He then took two gel looking objects out of the box and pushed them hard onto my chest, centering each one over my nipples. He held each of them there for a few minutes, then removed his hands and pulled me back up into a sitting position. The gels were now attached to me because of the glue he apparently spread around beneath them. If I had to guess, I'd say I was now a large C cup or possibly a small D and I could feel the weight pulling on my chest as they hung off of me. I noticed that I was gaining a little bit of control over my body now and was able to slowly move my mouth and fingers, which the stranger noticed and again dashed into the closet.

He returned with his hands full of clothing, which he laid down at my feet. He again pushed me on my back on the bed and I felt him working something over each of my legs, then pulling something up around my waist. Lastly I felt my legs again being put through some openings and then some small material being pulled up until I felt what I could only imagine was the string of a thong sliding in between my hairless ass cheeks. He sat me up and I saw that I was now wearing a pink garter belt and a matching pink thong, while the snaps of the garter were hooked into some black designer stockings with pink bows running up the back. Going back to the clothes he took a pink ruffly corset and placed it around my chest, then rolled me over onto my chest. I felt him getting up on the bed to apparently get some better leverage as he slowly tied the corset together in the back. He went through the laces again and again until I started feeling very light headed and noticed it was very difficult to breathe. Satisfied, he rolled me back over and sat me up, adjusting the corset a bit to fit my now respectable bust in the corset. He again pushed me back and worked something up to my waist that felt very snug and constricting, but not long at all. When I saw the mirror I saw that he had pulled a tiny but very tight black skirt up my legs. It was so short that you could still easily see the bottoms of the garter and where they hooked into my stockings.

I was now starting to be able to gently move my arms around, though I was still extremely weak and in no position to fight this man off. Still rushing, he came back and pushed my feet into some pink high heels unlike any I'd ever seen at the clubs I frequented. These heels had a viciously high back to them, I'd say at least 5 inches, then had straps that wrapped around and up my legs to about mid-calf. Once he had wrapped them tightly, I watched as he slipped tiny black padlocks at various points on the heels, effectively locking them onto my feet. I could now move my legs and gave a pathetic attempt at getting away, which basically just resulted in me falling onto my side. Chuckling, the man picked me back up and stood me on my now wobbling feet. I barely had regained enough strength to stand and was very unstable since I was now forced to basically stand tiptoed. A black collar was placed around my neck with pink lettering on it that I couldn't make out in the mirror. My voice was starting to come back around this time, albeit it mostly at a whisper. Mustering up the energy, I whispered out my main concern at this point... 

"Why?"

The man spanked my ass once hard, almost causing me to fall over as I stumbled forward. 

"You'll just get the one spanking this time, but the next time you speak without permission, I'll spank your ass red and then drop you off in the red light district to fend for yourself. Those thugs down there would just love to get ahold of some little sissy like you and to whore you out for profit. Now, you asked why. The answer is simple - because I can. Because you came in here thinking you were hot shit - well, now you're sure as hell hot, I'll give you that."

"Before you ask any more questions, let me give you a description of your new life. I own you now. Don't worry, I don't want to keep you locked away - you'll be free to go about your day to day life just as you used to. But when I come calling, you answer and you do exactly as I say. Soon you'll be experienced enough to dress yourself just as I've dressed you today. I know this is all quite a shock to you, but relax - I'm not interested in ruining your life as long as you do exactly what I tell you to do. If you do what I say, then this will just become another part of you. If you don't do what I say, then I'll sell you off into slavery where you'll be drugged up and tied to a bed, where people will pay to come in and do whatever they want to you. Nod if you understand and are ready to do what I tell you to do."

I was trying to let the reality of everything that he had just said sink in. Millions of questions were running through my mind but I had no answers. All I could do was look in the mirror at this sexy and slutty girl that was staring back at me, from her long blonde hair down to her sexy pink stillettos. If I would have passed her in the club, I would have turned and watched her ass sway back and forth while she walked, looked at those garters hooked into the stockings and just imagining everything I could do to her if I had her in the sack for a night. Snapping back into reality I realized that it was me underneath those clothes and that makeup. It was me that guys would be dreaming about slamming their cock into. In a matter of hours, this guy took my world and flipped it on its head. From a guy living a great life to this, this... sex doll.

I apparently looked in the mirror past the time the man was willing to wait and suddenly felt a shock vibrating through my entire body, originating from my neck and going down to my toes. I whirled around and saw a remote in the stranger's hands, then pieced together that this collar was no ordinary choker, it was actually an upgraded dog collar of sorts, where I would be shocked by his discretion. It hurt like hell and I pleaded with him to stop with my eyes, tears forming in the corners. I reached with my hands behind my neck to try and remove it, but again I felt one of those small padlocks holding the device in place. Again, he asked me to nod to show my submission to him. Admitting my defeat, I slowly nodded my head up and down. The shocking stopped and he smiled a devilish grin.

"Good, then let's start your training. Obviously, I'm not training you to be some kind of a secretary or doing odd jobs around the house as I have no need for that. No, I'm training you to be my sex doll. I know, you're thinking that you're not gay and you have no desire to be a sex doll for some guy like me. But that's where the training comes in. You see, when you're dressed like this, you're not a guy, you're my slut. Look between those legs - I don't see a cock down there, I see a bald pussy. Look at what you're wearing - you look like you just got off your shift at the strip club, girl. Look at those lips - those lips look like they were made for being wrapped around a cock like mine and working it till it explodes, and that's exactly what I plan on training them to do."

Not seeing any other options, I panicked. I reached out and tried to grab him, tried to hit him, tried to do something to temporarily impair him. Easily, he moved out of the way and I flopped down on the bed, not used to walking in these damn heels, I was basically immobile. Angered, he pulled my hands behind my back and slipped something over and up to my elbows, then tied this binder off. He then stood me up. Looking in the mirror I noticed that, with how my elbows were now forced behind me, my chest was now pushed out, making my breasts stand out much, much more.

"There" he said, "Now I expected one of those outbursts to be coming sooner or later, so I'll let that one slide. Just know that this is your final warning. Any more stupid shit like that and off you go. Now, since your arms are now useless to you, let's see what we can do here to start your training. First, I think I should get a sample of the goods, don't you think?" 

With that, he pushed me forward onto the bed face down. I felt him hike my skirt up from behind, leaving it just above my ass. 

"Now, the first thing you'll learn is that this is no longer your asshole. This is now your pussy. And you know what pussies are good for, right? Be a good little slut and tell me what pussies are good for now."

Swallowing hard, I said "Fucking?" 

After a sharp smack on my ass, he laughed and said 

"Very good sissy. Now, in the future you'll be sure to refer to me as Master or Sir, but you're still learning. But, as you said, pussies are good for fucking, so let's see what kind of pussy we're working with here." 

I felt something cold and slippery trying to make its way past the tight entrance to my ass... I mean my pussy... I tried to fight it off for what felt like hours, but was likely only a matter of minutes before the intruder made its way in. After feeling it wiggle around inside, I figured out that it was one of his fingers. My hole burned at this foreign object being inside it. While I was trying to adjust to this new feeling, suddenly I felt another finger probing around my hole, forcing its way inside. 

"Oh, so tight" my Master said from behind me - "How is a little slut like you still a virgin?" All I could do was moan and lightly sob... it hurt so bad and I knew there would be no end in sight. "I think I'll need more than fingers to open you up."

Suddenly I was picked back up and a leash was attached to my collar. I was led out of the room and down into the basement, which was more like one of those fetish playrooms you see in the magazines. There was a padded sawhorse that I was led over to and told to lay on. As I did, I felt my legs strapped to its legs, then my arms were unbound but quickly rebound to the legs of the horse again. I was now strapped bent over this thing when I heard something being placed behind me. 

"This should do the trick" he said as he then wheeled a mirror around in front of me. 

What I now saw behind me was some sort of machine, it almost looked like some huge drill, but instead of a drill bit on the end, there was a small lifelike looking penis. 

"We'll start out with this little guy, but eventually I'm sure you'll work your way up to the monster sized cocks, you little whore. Eventually you'll beg me to strap you up to this machine, you'll love the feeling of having a cock buried in that pussy of yours while you moan and squeel in delight as it fucks you to no end." 

With that, he took the tip of the cock and lubed it up, then positioned it right in line with my hole. I watched him plug it in, adjust a few settings, then turn it on. Slowly I felt the pressure increase at my ass... err, my pussy, as it slowly made its way in. Once all five inches were in, I felt again as it pulled itself out, spreading that lube all over my hole. The next push in felt a little easier, but it was still extremely painful as I continued to cry out. Once my Master felt comfortable with my progress, I watched him adjust the settings a bit, which in turn resulted in the pace of the machine picking up drastically. I was now being forcefully fucked by a machine while dressed up as a slut in some perverted man's basement with no way to escape. I began sobbing and pleading with him to let me go.

"Well now, I forgot all about that hole up there." 

Confused by what he meant, I watched him pull out a similar machine and position it in front of me. 

"No, you can't do this, you can't make me suck that thing" I commanded, as if I had any control over what would happen. 

I closed my mouth tight, convinced that I would never open it for him. I was sorely mistaken. While the dildo was thrust out of me, he would sharply spank my ass. Over and over he spanked me with his hand with me having no way to stop him and no way to get free. Finally, I opened my mouth in a scream, only to have him force something in my mouth that held my teeth in its grooves and forcefully held my mouth open in an O position. 

He secured it around my head, then said "Fine, do it the hard way, makes no difference to me." 

He then swapped out the small dildo fucking my ass for a larger one, probably six inches in length now but also thicker. It felt like it was going to split me in half as it pounded in and out of my pussy. Moving back around in front of me, he went to the cabinet and pulled out another dildo and also a bag of some kind of white fluid that screwed into the base of the dildo, then secured the dildo on the machine. I saw the fluid flow down into the dildo and a small amount start to leak out of the tip. 

"That's precum" he stated. "This is a special dildo. This machine will randomly make it orgasm and shoot this fluid into your open mouth. This will train that mouth of yours how to suck cock and also how to be a good little slut and swallow what you're given. And that cum you'll be swallowing, it's mine. I've been saving it just for a special little girl like you. But if you run out I have a formula I can put together that will taste the same, texture and all, so don't you worry."

The machine spun to life. He did some adjusting on it to make sure I was taking the cock in my mouth just as the cock in my pussy was being pulled out. With my mouth stuck in this gag, I had no way to stop it and tasted the precum leaking from the dildo as it ran along my tongue. After a few minutes of being sawed by these machines, the one in my mouth went in deep and stopped. I was a bit relieved, thinking that maybe it had broken, but I then heard some noises and watched some of the fluid in the bag drain, following it down the tube and into the dildo. I then felt the warm cum spray against the back of my throat. I had no choice to swallow as the dildo was stuck in my mouth, so there was nowhere else for the cum to go. Once I swallowed it, the machine sprung back to life, fucking my mouth like a pussy, just like the machine behind me was doing. Satisfied, my Master adjusted the video cameras around the room to make sure he was getting closeups of my mouth and pussy, then started to make his way out of the room.


Trapped and Trained Ch. 01



"I'll be back in an hour or so. That bag should be almost empty by then and you should have a belly full of cum, satisfying a sissy slut like yourself. Maybe I'll send you on home for the day after that, or maybe I'll be ready to take you for a test ride myself, we'll see. Either way I'll be upstairs putting together your training for the next few months. Enjoy the show." 

As he said that he turned on the big screen TV in front of me, which was split into four screens. Each screen was a live feed from the cameras, showing me getting fucked from different angles. There I was... this slutty bimbo with her skirt hiked up and her breasts bouncing up and down, my garters straining to hang on to my stockings and my heels barely touching the ground, taking a cock in my bald pussy and load after load of fresh cum being deposited in my throat. There was no denying it - I was now a slut. I began trying to plot how I would get out of this, but my thoughts kept being interrupted by the feeling of a huge cock slamming into me from both sides, with the periodic shooting of cum down my throat. If this was my first day of training, I shuttered to think of the days that now were ahead of me. 



Trapped and Trained Ch. 02



I drifted in and out of consciousness over the next hour, periodically snapped back into reality when the dildo assaulting my mouth would pause deep in my throat and eject a fresh deposit of cum into my bowels. Looking up at the television display of my abuse I would normally have been turned on by the sight of this brunette in a pink corset and black stockings leading down to her pink high heels being pounded by this horrid machine from both sides. Knowing that the slut in the video was me, a man forced to wear these whorish clothes and caked on makeup with a brunette wig bouncing up and down as I was seesaw fucked was unimagineable... yet there it was in HD, happening in front of my face. In and out the dildos pulsed, having no mercy on my sore holes, just repeatedly pounding them hard and deep.

I heard the door to the basement open and out of the corner of my eye saw my new Master coming down the stairs with a big grin on his face. I hated him, but was glad to finally see him reappear as it meant that I could possibly be out of this ordeal soon.

"Well then, how's my sissy fuck slut doing with her first round of training?" he sarcastically asked, coming into view. "Enjoying the video? I sure was enjoying it upstairs while I put together the next month of your training. If we stick to my schedule, you should be the best little slut this town has ever seen. Men from all around will travel here, responding to your online ads, paying for a chance to have you to themselves for an hour so that they can fuck you silly and drop load after load deep inside you."

He moved behind me to check the progress the six inch dildo was making on opening up my asshole... which I now have to refer to as my pussy. The dildo had been pounding away with no let up for the better part of an hour. The first half an hour was pure hell as my virgin hole was assaulted without abandon. The last half hour was a bit better, but I was still certainly a long ways off from accepting this new role from my demented Master on becoming some kind of sissy fuck doll for his amusement. Once he let me out of this thing and sent me on my way I planned on heading straight to the police department and suing him for everything he would ever be worth and sending him to jail for the rest of his life. You just can't do this sort of thing to people.

"Looking good back here" my Master said with a bit of self satisfaction, ending it with a smack on my ass as I screamed into the dildo that was currently paused in my mouth, awaiting the freshest deposit to be sent down my throat. He was obviously happy with himself for designing these machines to open up my holes against my will. "A few more go rounds with this machine and a few other training tactics and we should be up to some thick monster dildos opening you up. Around that time you'll likely be begging me to strap you on this thing and to fire up these machines with the biggest dildos I can find. A pure slut in the making is what we have here. I can't wait to see you being a party slut for a group of sex starved men. They'll rip those clothes right off you and fuck that pussy of yours from dusk til dawn."

With that he made some adjustments on the machine that was pounding in and out of my sissy pussy. I felt it start to slow and then, thankfully, it came to a stop. The only problem was that it stopped while completely impaled inside me, but as long as it had stopped, that was a mini victory for me. I felt that I was one step closer to getting out of this hell hole and trying to get back to my normal life. Yet still I was gagged with my mouth wide open and a five inch ejaculating dildo was having its way with my throat. I saw my Master check the bag of his cum that was supplying the dildo with its ammunition, appearing to be satisfied with the amount that had been deposited inside of me. The bag was nearly empty, meaning that nearly half of a gallon of cum was now sitting inside of me. With how the machine worked I really had no choice on whether to swallow the cum or not as it sat inside me for a few minutes, not allowing me to breathe unless I swallowed the contents, then it would come back to life once again. Such an awful contraption, yet ingenious at the same time.

"Very nice - I'm sure you're getting a great feeling for how a man's cum tastes and feels while inside your mouth. That is essential to your training. Eventually you'll crave that taste. You'll pass a man on the streets and immediately wonder what his cock looks like, how it would feel pulsing in your mouth and pussy, and how his cum would taste when he explodes inside your mouth. That's when you'll know you're the sissy fuck doll that I envision you becoming. That's when there will be no turning back."

What the hell was he talking about? There was no way I could ever pass a man on the street and have those thoughts. I'm the kind of guy that passes a hot girl on the street and imagines pumping my cock into her, not having one pumped into me while dressed up like some hooker as I was at the current time.

He again played with the settings on the other machine, and I again felt the pace start to decrease. The machine came to a stop with the dildo just outside of my opened mouth. Smirking, I saw my Master punch in a few more keys, then adjust the tilt on the dildo just a bit to aim a bit higher. I was curious as to what was going on when he punched one more button and I watched as the dildo began emptying the content of the bag, shooting huge streams of cum all over my face. There was more cum left in the bag than I had originally thought as, by the time it stopped, my face was covered in a thick coat of cum. I felt it slowly run down my face while some of it leaked inside my mouth.

"Everyone loves a good facial as the ending to a porno" my Master said as I saw him switch off the video cameras. A porno... this was all a video production for him, and I was the star of this flick.

He wheeled the machine away from my face, then gave me a final warning before removing my gag.

"Now, I'm assuming you've learned to obey me. So when I take this gag off, I know you'll be a good sissy and not say one word unless asked a direct question. Otherwise I'll just fire these machines back up and then head out for a nice long dinner after I've hooked up an even larger cum bag to both of these dildos. By the time I'd get home you'd be overflowing with cum. Moan like a whore if you understand me."

Not liking that option, I did my best to force out a whorish moan, the kind I'm used to hearing come from one of my dates, not from my own cum covered mouth.

"Good sissy. I knew you'd be trainable." I felt him unbuckle the gag from behind my head and slip the cum covered device off of my face. My jaw was unbelievably sore and it was still incredibly difficult to shut my mouth after it had been forced open for over an hour. Now if I could just get off of this horse I could be free and start exacting my revenge, I thought to myself. Those thoughts were quickly eliminated by what I heard next.

"Now" my Master started, "I've been upstairs going through your personal belongings. Very irresponsible of you not to password protect your cell phone. But very convenient that you went through the extra steps of inserting home and email addresses for the majority of your contacts. Now that I have all of this personal information, I feel I have sufficient control over you to do as I command. Any objection or unacceptable conduct from you will result in this nice video I've compiled of your first training session to be sent off to them, from your transformation into being a sissy all the way through to the facial you received there at the end. Your family, friends, work associates... everyone will then know that you're a cum craving whore. I imagine that would go a long way towards ruining your life. Now, if you don't want that done, it's easy - all of your decision making rights will be removed. You will live your normal day to day life as you used to, but whenever you get a message or call from me, you will do exactly as I say, exactly when and how I say to do it. If you understand, then, in your best sissy voice, ask me to turn you into the sissy slut you've always dreamt of becoming."

I was speechless. Here I thought I was so close to getting out of this mess, and now I find out that I'm basically this demented man's slave until he decides otherwise. Hell, in just meeting him he had already drugged me, dressed me up like some extravagent whore, then strapped me up to these machines and deposited nearly half a gallon of cum in and on me. What would the next request be like? What would be happening to me a month from now?

"I'm waiting, sissy" my Master stated, interrupting these terrible thoughts. "I already have a scheduled email set up to send this video every night at 11pm on the dot. It will send unless I am here to enter the password and stop it. It's 10:30 now, so I'd suggest you get on with any question you'd like to ask me..."

Swallowing hard and tasting the remnants of cum that were still coating my mouth, I pitched my voice as high as I could and squeaked out: "Master... will you please train me to be the cum sucking sissy whore that I've always dreamt of being?"

Smiling now, my Master said "Well, if you insist, I would be glad to use my expertise to train you to use that mouth and tight pussy the way they've always been meant to be used. They're excellent tools for draining cocks, and over the next few months and possibly beyond, I'll teach you exactly how to make the best use of those tools. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go stop an email from being sent. You've passed your first day of training, Candi - you should be happy!"

With that he smacked me on the ass and removed the dildo from my pussy. He then unbuckled my arms and legs from their cuffs and walked back up the stairs. "Come on upstairs when you're ready and we'll see what you can do to earn the keys to those heels and that collar. Then maybe I'll give you your clothes back and let you take a shower before you head on home for the night. Or if I'm not satisfied with your behavior, maybe I'll make you walk back home with those clothes on and the dried up cum on your face. Quite a few shady neighborhoods to walk through to get back to your neck of the woods. Someone dressed up like that would just be inviting some of those characters to take advantage of you and start up some impromptu training sessions for you!"

He closed the door behind him, leaving me laying down unbound on the sawhorse. I slowly stood up, feeling the soreness in my joints from being stuck in one position for such a long period of time. Standing, I felt myself wobbling and cursed these pink heels my feet were imprisoned in. I tried playing with the black padlocks that secured them to my feet, but it was no use as I had no way to unlock them. I felt the lock on my amped up dog collar and came to the same conclusion. I could remove the clothes I was wearing, but I imagined that would only anger this strange man and, given everything he currently had on me, I decided I should try to play along until I could at least get out of this place. Once outside maybe I could figure something out. I just had to get out of here.

I started walking towards the steps and felt out truly sore my ass... my pussy... now was. It had been fucked raw and was extremely sensitive to the touch. My breasts bounced with every step as I remembered having the gels glued to my chest. Hopefully I could not only get the keys to the devices locked on me, but also some kind of solution to take the god awful breasts off of me. Slowly up the stairs I went, opening the door to the living room.

There my Master sat, smiling as he faced the door. In front of him was a wide variety of sex toys, arranged from smallest to largest, and also a few glasses arranged in size with what looked like the familiar contents of cum sitting inside them. As I approached, he spoke.

"Well Candi, I see you made it up the stairs. That's your name now, Candi, which is short for Candi the Cock Slut. Now we get to play a game. You can see all of these toys and the glasses full of your new favorite source of calories sitting in front of you. Well, there's a reason for that. You see, each toy and glass earns you something. This smallest dildo - if you get that all the way down your throat and hold it there for ten seconds, well that earns you one of the four keys you need to get the heels off. It's only about four inches and you've already taken more than that downstairs. The five incher will get you another key, as will the six incher and then the seven incher will earn you the last key."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. After everything I had endured downstairs, at least those acts were out of my control as I was tied down and forced to take those dildos in each hole. Now I was going to have to do it to myself just to get out of these heels? My Master continued...

"Now, these dildos over here work a little differently. You can see they have some suction on the bottom of them to secure them to your chair over here. If you bounce up and down on them for five minutes, they will also earn you a reward. This small one here will get you your shoes back, and as you go up in size, all the way up to this eight incher, you'll get all of your clothes back."

My clothes... finally, I would be able to get out of these slutty clothes and back into my comfortable jeans and hooded sweatshirt. No more thong riding up my ass and rubbing against my chafed pussy, but my boxers. No more pink high heels but my comfortable nike cross trainers. Eyeing the glasses of cum, I awaited to hear what they would earn me.

"Yes, these are glasses of my cum that I see you looking at. I'm sure you're craving their taste. These will earn you back your personal belongings. This little shot glass gets you your phone back. This slightly larger glass gets your your house key back. The medium sized glass earns you your car key back. And this large glass gets you back your wallet and all of its contents back."

I obviously needed all of these things if I were ever going to leave this place. But there was so much of this man's cum already sitting in my stomach, I didn't know how much more I could take. Finally, he said one last thing:

"Now, if you want the key to that collar and a chance for a shower before you leave, then you need to accomplish every last one of these tasks. One drop of cum left, then you get to wear that collar home with the cum and makeup still on your face. One cock that you can't deepthroat or take balls deep, then you get to go on home with all that lube dripping out of your pussy and running down your legs."

I had forgotten about the collar. I had to get that off, there would be no way to explain it. I could get away with wearing a scarf while outside, but what about my job? I couldn't go sit at my cubicle with a scarf on and I didn't have any turtlenecks. I had been planning on skipping over some of the tasks to just get the bare essentials, then replacing the rest, but now I had no choice but to get through everything and get that damn key for this collar. This nightmare just kept getting worse and worse as it unfolded, and I feared this was just the beginning. Deep down I knew that this was the easy part and that the worst was still far ahead of me.

Wanting to get everything over with, I decided I would try to tackle multiple tasks at once. I took the five inch dildo and suctioned it to the chair. I lubed it up as much as I could, then picked up the small dildo and the shot glass of cum. I eased myself down on the dildo, finally feeling my cheeks touch the chair. Once fully impaled, I downed the shot glass, licking the leftover cum from the bottom to make sure no drop was missed, then began to bounce up and down on the dildo. Since I was already stretched out, this was fairly easy to accomplish and I started to work the other dildo in my mouth while bouncing. I was used to a larger one, so I was able to take this one to the back of my throat and count off the ten second requirement before removing it and focusing on keeping a steady rhythm on the dildo in my pussy. After five minutes, I was given my rewards and moved on to the next sizes up.

The tasks became continually harder to accomplish, but eventually I had made it all the way up to the largest for each set. These were too large to be able to do simultaneously, so I approached each individually. 

I took the large glass of cum and placed it to my lips, watching it slowly start to ooze forward. Trying to hold my breath, I tilted my head back and took in a mouthful. It was so revolting that I nearly gagged and spit it all out, but I was able to keep it in. Over and over I went through this until it was nearly empty, but the rest just would not come out and I couldn't reach my hand all the way down to get the rest out. I was forced to take the thin four inch dildo and use it to scoop the rest of the cum out of the glass and then suck the cum off of it. My Master was very pleased when he watched this and laughed hard while it happened.

That task complete, I moved on to the seven inch dildo that I would have to deepthroat. I struggled mightily with the six inch dildo, repeatedly gagging and having to remove it to stop myself from throwing up as my gag reflex was invoked. I decided it might be easier if it was wet first, so I licked up and down the shaft, coating it with saliva. Again I heard my Master chuckle as he watched this, but my dignity was lost long ago, probably after taking my third or fouth load of cum from the ejaculating dildo. This theory worked pretty well, but it was still difficult to accomplish. I finally was able to force the massive cock down my throat and hold it there for the required ten count, but not even a millisecond longer. 

Gasping for breath, I picked up the monster eight inch dildo and just couldn't possibly imagine how I would fit it inside me. It just didn't seem possible - the sheer thickness looked like it would split me in two. I had to do this to get my jeans back as well as to complete all of the tasks and to remove this collar, so I took it over to the chair. Suctioning it to the chair, the weight of it made it tilt off to the side, so I had to steady it with one hand and guide it into my now gaping pussy. I groaned as the head forced its way inside, feeling it fill me up and as the pain started to settle in. Slowly I worked my way down on it, a tiny bit further with each bounce, until I finally felt the fake set of balls resting against my ass. I sat there for a moment as I gathered myself, then slowly worked my way back up. It took me another fifteen minutes until I was able to go all the way down and all the way back up, then I slowly started to bounce as my Master started his timer. Those five minutes felt like a lifetime, but once they were up, my Master stood and threw me my jeans and the key for the collar.

"Very good, Candi. I'm impressed - but sadly I don't feel you deserve a shower. You can enjoy the drive home with that cum caked on your face over your makeup. I wouldn't pause for too long as the stop lights, you never know who you might attract with those inviting lips of yours. Plus anyone with their windows down will be able to smell that cum on you due to the sheer quantity. Now, off you go - I'll be in touch."

Quickly removing the collar from my neck and throwing on my jeans, I hastily grabbed my belongings and rushed out the door. Once I felt the cool night wind I felt free, then rushed to my car and locked the door behind me. I fired up the engine and tore out of the neighborhood, convinced I would never head back to the place again. Surely he was joking and wouldn't be serious about sending those pictures and videos out to my family and friends. As I was thinking that, I saw my phone light up. I had received a video message.




Trapped and Trained Ch. 02



Opening the clip, I saw it was a thirty second clip of me, whored up and bouncing on the eight inch dildo. No restraints, no one forcing me to do it, just me working an eight inch dildo in and out of my pussy. The attached text simply read "See you soon, my little slut."



Trapped and Trained Ch. 03



The next few days felt like a lifetime for me. I couldn't sleep at night - every time I closed my eyes, all I could see were replays of myself, dressed like a whore, being strapped to a padded sawhorse while it fucked me from both sides. Everything I ate and drank had a horrid aftertaste of that bastard's cum - it was as if that taste was permanently embedded in my ataste buds now. The back of my throat was sore so it hurt to speak and my pussy... no, my ass, as I had reverted back to calling it... was sore from the repeated violations it suffered.

I went through a list of possible ideas to stop this madness from progressing. Sadly, there was nothing I could do in terms of revenge. If I went to the police and they arrested him, then come 11 o'clock that night the scheduled email would be sent out to my entire contact list. He had sent me a copy of the email the night I returned home. He had made so many edits to it that it seemed like a well done porno production. He threw in some background music and even injected some sound effects that made it sound as if I were moaning at various times, begging for more cock in my holes and cum in my belly. To my horror, it was all extremely believable, especially since the second portion of the video was me seemingly voluntarily stuffing my holes with dildos and drinking glasses full of cum. Anyone who saw the video would view me as a willing participant to this twisted game he was playing.

Since I couldn't do anything that would leave him incapacitated or away from his home for an extended period of time, I was left with bargaining with him. I emptied out my bank account the day after my ordeal when I had made my decision., which wasn't as much as one would hope in this situation and only amounted to roughly over $4,000. Surely that would be enough to buy him off though, I convinced myself. I did not attempt to contact him, holding onto a foolish hope that he would possibly just forget about me. Three days passed when, finally, I received a message from him with a photo attachment that Saturday morning. The email read:

"Candi,

It has been a few days now, so I'm sure the reality of your situation has set in for you. By this time you should have accepted that you are now my property to do with as I please. I have given you these days to not only come to this realization, but also to recover from your first training session. I know it has been hard for you to go this long without the taste of cum or without a hard cock pumping in and out of that pussy of yours. You are such a slut, as evidenced in the attached photo.

But the time has come for your second training session, so your wait is finally over. You will be sure that your body is entirely smooth before coming to my house. You will step in the front door, strip, and then wait on all fours for your inspection. If you do not pass inspection, you will be locked out of the house fully nude and the email will be sent immediately to all of your contacts. You will have to find your own way home - and remember, the neighborhoods you'll have to navigate are not known for their hospitality.

You may want to shave twice, Candi. See you at 6pm, sharp.

Master"

Opening the picture attachment at the bottom of the note, my face burned in embarrassment as I saw the picture pop up on my screen. It was a closeup of my face after I had received my facial at the end of the training session involving the fucking machines. Cum was dripping down my face, my mascara was running and mixing in with it as it dripped down over my painted lips. I had to drive all the way home with that dried cum stuck to my face that night, and I spent easily over an hour in the shower once I returned home, using up all of my hot water in the process, but I didn't care. I just couldn't escape the feeling that I was missing a spot and would have a coworker notice it the next day at the office. I hated this man. I had to break free of his control. $4,000 had to be enough - what did he have to lose?

First I had to make sure I didn't get thrown out of his house before I even had the opportunity to negotiate with him. I went to the store and bought a women's razor, some body shaving cream and a women's scented lotion, my heart pounding as I checked out with the young and attractive cashier. I did as he said and shaved my entire body, twice. I then spread the lotion over my now smooth body, ending in the same soft and sensitive feeling that I remembered before. The only difference before was that I had no control over my body - this time I was the one doing everything to myself. How humiliating.

My heart was beating through my chest as I drove to the house where my nightmare previously took place. With $4,000 cash in my jeans pocket, I pulled in the driveway and walked to the front door. The door was unlocked, so I walked in and looked around. It was dark, but I noticed the familiar blinking red light of an activated video camera focused in on me. My body burned as I saw it, knowing that he was attempting to gain more control over me with more evidence. Part of me wanted to rip it off the wall, but I knew that was not an option under the circumstances. I slowly removed all of my clothes, leaving my jeans on top so I could easily get to my bargaining chip, then sunk to my hands and knees, waiting.

Almost immediately I heard the door to the basement open and the lights turned on. He walked over to me, but I kept my head down looking at the floor as I figured that's what I should do. He forcefully grabbed my hands and pulled them behind my back, clicking on some steel handcuffs tightly to my wrists. I figured this may be my last chance, so I started the negotiation process, or so I thought.

"Sir, may I please speak?" I timidly asked.

He ignored my request as he roughly felt around my body. Spreading my ass cheeks apart and fingering the outside of my hole, pulling on my cock and balls, pinching my nipples. He combed through my entire body without saying a word. Since he did not decline my request, I decided to take a chance.

"I would like to offer you a deal, Sir. In my jeans pocket, there is $4,000. It is yours. If you just allow me to watch you delete the videos and photos you have of me and let me go, then it is yours. It's all I have."

I heard a quiet chuckle come from the man's mouth. 

"Oh Candi, you amuse me so. Don't you understand that you are worth so much more to me than a measly four grand? Hell, by the time I'm done with you, you'll be bringing twice that much a week when I rent that pussy of yours out to parties. No, you keep your money, slut. As I said before, I'm not interested in ruining you, just in using my property as I see fit."

I was speechless. I had spent the last few days convincing myself that he would take that deal. I spent the drive over here imagining him accepting, watching him delete all of his files, then sending me on my way, free from his control. Now he had declined, choosing instead to keep me as his property. I began to sob uncontrollably, which only seemed to anger him.

"Quit crying you little bitch, you should be glad I chose to keep you. I won't be keeping all of the money you earn, just my 90%. I believe I deserve that much since I'll be the one supplying your clothes and makeup, not to mention all the time and energy I'm giving to train you up to be the best cocksucking and fucking whore this town has ever seen. Now you get your shit together before I lose my temper and take it out on that ass of yours. You're lucky I haven't spanked you already for talking in that deep voice that has no place here. Now apologize to me for wasting my time and ask me to get on with your training, slut."

It took everything I had, but I pulled myself together. Mostly it was out of fear for not wanting one of his spankings, remembering how my entire ass felt like it had been held over a fire the last time I experienced one of those. Mustering up my best slutty voice like before, I asked... 

"Sir, I am deeply sorry for wasting your valuable time and would love the opportunity to make things right. Please continue with my training as you had previously planned."

Suddenly he broke out into a smile, then quickly attached that familiar collar back on my neck with a leash leading off of it. Understanding that he now had complete control over me, he removed my handcuffs, apparently letting me know that I had passed his inspection. Next he pulled upward on the leash and gave the collar a short, sudden zap, signaling me to stand. I obliged, then followed him down the stairs to the basement/dungeon, trying to keep my mind from getting too far ahead of itself and not thinking about what was ahead of me tonight.

Once downstairs he led me to the center of the room. Looking up I could see shackles hanging from the ceiling, which he promptly placed my wrists in. My arms were still bent a bit, so he walked over to a crank and turned it a few times, pulling the chains tight and straightening out my arms. He came back over to me, wheeling a full length mirror in front of me and once again applied the tan colored paste to my genitals (after again going through the painful process of shoving my testicles up inside me) - when he was finished I again looked down to see what appeared at first glance to be a smoothly shaven, tanned pussy. He even cut a small slit down the middle to give the appearance of fat, swollen pussy lips. How thoughtful of him...

He then brought out a long blond wig that was split out into pigtails over to me. He placed it on my head and, after making his usual adjustments, secured it. After making me shake my head from side to side and then forward and backwards - "as if you were sucking a cock" - as he put it, he seemed satisfied and moved on to the next step in my transformation.

Next again was the makeup, which he expertly applied as previously done. A thick coat of foundation, some glittery pink eye shadow with thick mascara to again make my already long eyelashes stand out even more. Following that was some blush with more girly glitter mixed in with it. Next he applied what felt like three coats of lipstick followed by another two coats of lip gloss - again, with glitter mixed in. He stepped out of the way and I looked at my face. Whereas last time I was made to look like nothing but a whore that you would see on the side of the road, this time I was being made up to look younger. Still slutty, but almost like an 18 or 19 year old, immediately taking years off of my life with his handiwork. I finally understood why when he came back.

First, he again applied a heavy coat of the glue substance to my chest before sticking on the high C/low D implants to me. After holding them for a few minutes he let go and I felt the familiar weight sagging off of my chest. He then went to the box and started pulling out my outfit for the session. First was a white piece of material that was supposed to pass for a shirt, though it looked like little more than a bra that would tie in the middle. Next was an embarrassingly short plaid skirt with a black belt passing through it. When he held it up I could see that the belt buckle said "SLUT" in glittery silver letters as an extra touch. He then pulled out a black satin thong with white bows spread around the waistband, followed by a white garter belt with black bows and black ribboning down by the garter snaps. Next out of the box were some white stockings that had a black bow at the top, inside their frilly lace trim. Lastly were some white platform high heels. The spike seemed to be even higher on these and it looked as though I would almost have to stand on my tiptoes just to fit inside them. Where did he get all of this stuff, I wondered in my head.

Efficiently he placed the clothing on me. While putting on the thong I felt him grind his hard cock against my ass as he slid the string of the thong between my cheeks. He made me moan like a whore as he did it, reaching his hands around to feel my breasts. He finally stopped himself and went back to dressing me, finishing with the high heels that immediately made me feel like I had a cramp in my foot just by slipping them on. Walking would be difficult. He then snapped his fingers as if he had forgotten something and came back with a handful of small objects. Bending down, I again heard the familiar snaps of tiny padlocks being locked into place on my feet, again making my feet prisoners to these horrible contraptions.

My Master then released my arms from the shackles. It took a few minutes for the blood to rush back into my arms and hands, but he had no time to wait for that as he roughly pulled on the leash and sent some zaps through to my collar to spur me on. I fell a few times while learning to walk in these heels, but quickly learned that I needed to take smaller steps and walk in more of a straight line. Soon I was keeping pace with him just fine. As he walked me around the room, he made me talk in my slutty voice about how much of a whore I wanted to be, how I wanted nothing more than to have thick cocks shooting loads inside me, thanking him for this invaluable service he was giving me by training me. Inside I was screaming at him, cursing his very existance... but on the outside I had to keep up this persona of being some slutty school girl.

He would frequently stop and make me stand in awkward poses. Usually it involved me bending over and showing off my ass, obviously just more ammo that would be recorded by the multiple cameras in this room. Other times I would push my breasts together and pout my heavily painted lips, or lift up my skirt and make an O shape with my mouth, inviting cocks to penetrate it. Anything that came into his perverted mind, I would have to strike that pose, often times for minutes at a time while he walked circles around me, critiquing my form, adjusting my clothing or my hair or reapplying some of my makeup.

Finally he left me standing in the middle of the room as he went and retrieved a chair with a very high back that would easily go up past my head when seated. The chair had a hole in the bottom of it. He pulled down my thong to my knees, then made me sit down on the chair with my ass... pussy... centered directly over the hole. Once I was centered I watched as he methodically placed cuffs all over my body, securing me in place. My legs were fastened to the legs of the chair in four different locations, my arms cuffed behind me and fastened in place. Another two straps went over my lap, holding me down against the base of the chair snuggly. More straps held my chest against the back of the chair as one final strap went over my forehead and around the back, holding my head in place, unable to even move it side to side.

Into a closet my Master went, outside of my view. I heard something rolling towards me, but never actually saw it. It sounded like he was placing something underneath me. He frequently would poke a few fingers up through the hole and finger my pussy with a cold, greasy fluid - I assumed it was similar to before and he was lubing me up for the events to come. To my surprise I heard him walk away without anything penetrating my pussy, so I thought I was possibly mistaken as to what he had been doing. Back to the closet he went, this time coming back around with my worst nightmare. 

Again, in front of me was the machine that abused my mouth the previous visit. Again I saw a full bag of the white sticky fluid attached to the dildo on the end of the machine through the tubing. He placed it in front of me, but in my mind I knew he had forgotten one thing. This time, I was not gagged with my mouth open. This time I would never open my mouth for that damned thing. I shut my mouth tightly. When my Master saw this, he gave that familiar chuckle as he lined up the dildo with my mouth and locked the machine in place on the ground. He pressed a few buttons and the dildo very slowly began to creep towards me, a tiny bit of precum starting to form at the tip.

"Same drill as before, Candi. Now open wide."

I did my best to shake my head and tell him no. The dildo was now inches from my face as I could smell the mixture of rubber and cum getting closer and closer. He came down next to my ear and whispered

"You can keep your mouth shut for a little while, but this machine will not stop pushing forward. Eventually the pain will either become too much or it will just knock your teeth out and make its way in that way. It's your decision, but I would suggest opening up and accepting it. Take the cock in your mouth, Candi, you know you want it."

I again tried to shake my head no, but it was no use, I was stuck. The dildo came in contact with my lips, gently at first, but slowly it started to increase the pressure. My lips were being smashed against my teeth now and the pain was unbearable. My mind wandered and I opened my mouth to scream, allowing the cock entry into my mouth. My lips came down around it as I moaned into it to express my pain. My Master just smiled with one of those "I told you so" smirks as he went back to the machine's panel and pressed more buttons, causing the dildo to now increase in pace. In and out it pumped, never going back far enough to leave my mouth and allow me to close it. I felt the impressions of the rubber veins sliding along my lips. Looking down at the black cock I could see hints of my pink lipstick and bits of glitter now showing while it slid in and out. The tip again began to hit the back of my throat, periodically triggering my gag reflex, but it never let up. Finally it went in to the hilt and gave that awful pause as I knew what was coming. I watched as the liquid flowed through the tubing and heard the machine whirl, then felt the stream of warm cum hit the back of my throat. It caused me to gag on the cock again but I could not move, so all I could do to stop the gagging was swallow the load that was now trapped in my mouth.

My Master came over to me and gave me an approving nod, then knelt beside me. Suddenly I heard a noise from underneath me and began to feel pressure against my pussy. Slowly but surely a cold metal object slid its way inside of me, then paused once fully impaled. To my shock and horror, the object began going through a wide range of activities over the next few minutes. First it would vibrate at such a rate that the entire chair was shaking. Next it felt like it would shift in temperature, from ice cold to red hot, making me squeal and try to squirm in the chair, doing anything to get the object out of me, but obviously to no use. Next it would start to move in small circles, brushing up and pushing out the edges of my pussy, obviously attempting to expand my hole. Finally it would pump in and out of my ass at a rapid pace until it extracted itself altogether. At random increments it would start again, never with the same pattern of activities.

My Master again appeared at my side and whispered words that will haunt me late at night for sure...

"You see Candi, you need to get used to performing these whore acts in different positions. You won't always be laying doggy style for your future clients - sometimes you will be bouncing your pussy up and down on a cock while taking another in your mouth, understand? It's all a part of your training. Now, this bag is a bit larger than the one from last time, so I think you should be all set down here for at least two hours. That machine training your pussy is one of my favorites - it took me a long time to get it just right, but it should do wonders for training your pussy efficiently. By the time it's finished you'll be well on your way to being an expert at having a cock in your ass and all the different experiences you can feel while one is inside of you. And we can't forget to let you enjoy the show."

With all that said and still echoing in my mind, he clicked a button on a remote and again I saw the television display of my misery. There was again a close up shot of the dildo assaulting my mouth, only this time it looked more voluntary as there was no longer a gag forcing my mouth open. It looked as though I opened my mouth and took the cock in on my own. There was a close up shot showing the hole leading to my pussy with a light shining on the hole in the chair to better see the metal dildo hooked into the machine gaining access and exiting my pussy as you watched the rod spin and rotate while I was impaled on the dildo at the end. Then there were multiple shots of the entire scene so you could see me dressed in my full outfit, from my glittery makeup and pigtails, to the white shirt straining against the knot to hold in my breasts, to the glittery "SLUT" belt buckle holding up my tiny plaid skirt. Periodically the camera would zoom in on my crotch, allowing you to see the slit in my pussy. It would then pan back out and you would see my black thong pulled halfway down my legs, over my white stockings and then leading down to my feet uncomfortably resting on the ground inside the padlocked heels.




Trapped and Trained Ch. 03



Again he walked up the steps and out of the basement, leaving me to suffer alone. To think, hours ago I was convinced that I would soon be free of this demented person's grasp... only to find myself exponentially deeper under his control. As I tried to step outside of myself and look at this from a different perspective, another hot load shot into my throat, no longer triggering my gag reflex as I was learning how to control it. I was being trained how to control it. No longer gagging on the cock in my mouth and there was hardly any pain being experienced in my pussy as it was continuously fucked from underneath me.

There were no different perspectives... slowly but surely, I was becoming a slut.



Trapped and Trained Ch. 04



I don't exactly remember at what point it started, but I remember being so ashamed and humiliated by it even happening. The redness in my face seared, but you still couldn't even tell due to all of the makeup that was caked on me. And there it was again... so involuntary, so humiliating...

There I was sitting on this chair from hell with a cock thrusting in and out of my painted lips, another devil of a machine tearing my ass... pussy... in two underneath me. And I was moaning.

It wasn't one of those painful moans either... it was a moan I'd often heard coming from one of my dates back at my place while I pounded her pussy from behind. Every time I heard it, I'd chuckle a bit to myself and peg her as a whore. Now, here I was - this scantily dressed school girl with my black thong stretching across my stocking clad knees, my blonde pigtails bouncing on my shoulders, my breasts jiggling underneath my ridiculously tight shirt... and I was moaning in pleasure as I was fucked in my mouth and pussy. I was the whore.

No, I told myself, I wasn't a whore - I was the furthest thing from it. I was forced into this situation and being raped against my will by this demonic asshole who called himself my Master. Just as I was convincing myself about all of this, my body went against my will and again I heard a low moan travel through my vocal chords. My mind hated this, but my body was beginning to love it. My mind hated that even more.

After what I could only guess was two hours, though it felt like an absolute eternity as my mind and body battled with one another, I heard the familiar sound of footsteps. It was my Master, and oh how I hated him... and he apparently loved that.

"Well, well, well, Candi. It's been quite interesting watching you upstairs." 

He was obviously referencing the handful of cameras he had strategically placed around my predicament in order to document my progress and further blackmail me into being his property.

"You're progressing a bit faster than even I had anticipated, and I've had the highest of hopes for you. This is very promising. These are very sensitive microphones on these cameras - and I know I've heard at least a dozen whorish moans coming from my new slut. I love that sound, it makes me so proud as your Master."

He moved into my view and I could obviously see the bulge in his pants that all of this had created. He caught me staring.

"Oh, no, sweetie. I'm afraid you just aren't ready for me yet. Maybe after another session or two I'll give you that honor."

Honor? He thought having me service his cock would be an honor for me? I cursed his arrogant self in my mind and vowed that I would never come in contact with his cock, that I would be done with this once and for all once he let me out of this god damn chair. I'd tell him the fun and games are over. I was going to call his obvious bluff - surely he'd never actually get in touch with any of my friends or family and share this information with them. He had to just be getting himself off on this threat of power, and I was done being his puppet slut.

While I was cursing him in my head, he had been moving all around me - I thought he had just been adjusting my restraints to keep me secured. Another fifteen minutes went by with the machines still pounding away at my holes when he just looked at me and chuckled quietly.

"You see, I knew you were a slut and that you loved these machines. I released you from all of your restraints fifteen minutes ago, yet still you voluntarily sit there and let them fuck you. You really are turning into quite the cock whore. But sadly I have other things planned for you tonight, so it's time to get up Candi."

Shock came across my face. I wanted to call him a liar and tell him that I was still stuck in this chair, and to prove it I tried to lift my arms, knowing full well that they would still stay restrained to the arms. To my surprise, I was able to lift them with no objection. I reached in front of me and shoved the cock out of my mouth in mid ejaculation, the cum spraying over my lips as I pulled it out and pushed the machine away. I steadied myself on my heels and slowly stood, feeling the cock in my pussy slowly pull out and make a popping noise as it left my opening. I couldn't believe that I had sat there taking that abuse any longer than I needed to, and it made me hate him even more for tricking me into making it look like I was enjoying myself too much to stand. I knew I was going to have to be walking to get out of here, so I pulled up my thong... immediately wondering why I had pulled it up instead of just slipping it off to relieve myself from the string between my ass cheeks. It just felt like the right thing to do.

I opened my mouth to speak, but suddenly felt a zap of electricity course through my body. It dropped me to my knees as I reach up to try and take it off. My Master barked at me angrily.

"When will you learn - you do not speak unless asked a direct question! Your mouth is only good for sucking cock and occasionally licking pussy or ass, if it is desired by those you are rented out too. Now be a good bitch and apologize."

I sat there on my knees, weighing my options. Every path I hypothetically went down in my head lead me nowhere I wanted to be in my current situation. I swallowed hard, tasting remnants of cum that were in the corners of my mouth still, and obliged.

"I'm sincerely sorry, Master. Your slut is still trying to learn his... I mean... her boundaries and will not let it happen again. But please, I'm begging you, let me go! Surely there are hundreds of real women out there that would dream of a Master such as you, with a real pussy and a sincere craving to be a slut rather than me!"

I hoped my pleas and voice of reason would get through to him, but was not surprised to learn that my pleading fell on deaf ears. Another zap through my collar forced me down to my hands as I squealed in pain. The pain finally came to an end, but while I was on all fours recovering, he quickly took advantage. He moved around behind me and lifted up my skirt. I was too weak and tired to offer an resistance, plus I was terrified of being zapped once again. I felt him move the string of my thong to the size, then a plug was forced inside of me. I'm sad to say that it didn't hurt and that I hardly felt any resistance as it was slid in until it was at the widest part. As the base slipped inside I felt my pussy lips close in on it, sealing the object inside of me.

I watched my Master stand, then he grabbed what appeared to be a leash. He pulled on it a few times, and each time I felt the plug inside me pull towards him. It didn't take long to piece together that the leash was attached to the plug.

"Now Candi, time to go back upstairs."

With that he again pulled on the leash, pulling to me feet. Having no choice, I clumbsily walked backwards in my heels, following him up the stairs and back into the living room. As I was walking backwards I couldn't see what was waiting for me at the top of those stairs, and when I turned around I was once again stuck with my mouth open in shock.

There in the living room was a computer with a webcam, as well as multiple video cameras mounted around it. Laid out in front of the computer was a wide array of butt plugs and dildos, some that obviously were the same style as from the basement as they had tubes running into them, full of the cum concoction that my Master had apparently mastered as I could hardly even taste a difference between it and the actual cum that I had been ingesting.

On the screen was a website that my Master had created. It was an adult site and, in big letters across the top, I could read "Home of Candi the Cock Slut!" with a recent picture of me in our last session, dressed in that pink corset and insanely short skirt, taking a dildo in my pussy and my mouth. Thankfully the angle was from the side so you couldn't see my face at all... not that anyone would recognize me dressed and made up as I was that night. In smaller, flashing text underneath the main header it read:

"Tune in tonight for a special webcam session with Candi! You tell her what to do and watch her as she does it right in front of you! Also chat with the slut face to face!"

I felt my Master behind me, then heard him talking in my ear.

"Yes, Candi. You're going to put on a show for everyone tonight. They'll get to tell you everything to do with these toys in front of you, and you'll do it. Because if you don't, I'll send this email I have written up. All I have to do is hit the send key - take a look."

I looked at the laptop he was holding and saw that the email was addressed to nearly all of my friends and family. The email told them that I was coming out of the closet and embracing life as a female now, that I had always craved being a cock whore. It offered my services to my friends and had videos of my transformation included, as well as videos of me walking around and displaying myself from earlier that night, seemingly voluntarily and speaking into the cameras as well without any signs of force. Tears welled in my eyes as I saw that he really was serious about all of this. I understood my choices and felt my Master remove my leashed plug from my pussy, then I voluntarily walked forward and took a seat at the computer.

My Master punched in a few buttons and suddenly I was entered into a chat room. I could see my video display at the top of the screen, and as soon as I entered I saw the room was already full of people. As I would soon find out, perverted people. Messages quickly filled the screen.

-"Oh my god - that was a dude? No way, she's fuckin hot!" -"Come take my cock baby, I'll fuck you til you can't walk!" -"Mmmm, she's a bit skinny for my taste, but I'd still take that pussy for a ride she'd never forget!"

The comments continued and my Master just sat there, making me read them aloud to him in my girliest voice. I couldn't believe that these people knew that I was a man, but they still wanted to fuck me like some slutty whore. But looking at the video display of myself, I honestly couldn't even tell that I was a man at first glance... or even from looking closer. All of my features appeared to be those of a slut - and that's all these people were focused on.

Suddenly some text displayed in bold red in the chat room. Apparently someone had plunked down $20, the fee required in order to submit an action that I would be required to complete. My heart skipped a beat when I read it...

-"Enough chit chat bullshit. I want to see her pull up that skirt and take that blue vibrator in her pussy til she moans like a whore."

I looked to my Master with pleading eyes, begging him not to make me do these things in front of all of these perverted people. He just smiled and pointed to the blue vibrator on the table, then hovered his finger over the "Send" button on the email he had composed. I gasped and picked up the vibrator, lifted up my skirt, and put the tip at the opening of my pussy. The viewers loved it.

-"Holy shit - she's really gonna do it!" -"Look at her pussy! It's already gaping - she must have been busy before she got here!" -"Moan like a whore, baby! Imagine it's my cock you're taking up that sweet pussy!"

The vibrator was a good six inches long and thick. The shaft was nubbed, obviously to provide more stimulation for the user as it was thrust in and out while humming away. I slowly pushed on the vibrator and was humiliated when I noticed how easily it entered into me. I heard the other viewers that were on their microphones hooting and hollering as they watched the blueness disappear inside of me. When it was completely impaled I slowly pulled it out when I heard them all start to tell me to go faster. Not wanting to upset my Master, I did as I was told and was soon fucking myself at a rapid pace, much to the enjoyment of my... fans. it was strange to know that I had fans. Well, not I, but this Candi the Cock Slut alternate personality that I was forced into. I had to keep reminding myself that I was forced.

It went against everything I believed in to that point, but my body was actually starting to enjoy the sensation I was experiencing. The people watching caught on, noticing that I was actually thrusting my body backward as I was pushing the vibrator inside of me. Finally they began to hear me panting, then moaning like a whore as my mind screamed at my body for betraying it and giving these perverts what they wanted. Finally my Master motioned for me to stop and I went back to the computer.

-"That was great - wonder what else she'll do?" -"She loved it! She must've been a fag before... no real man would take a cock like that." -"Somebody make her take a real cock!"

This went on for another hour and forty five minutes. Periodically some bold red text would display with some disgusting action for me to perform for the viewers. When it was all said and done I had use nearly all of the toys on the table. I had plugged my pussy with the largest of the butt plugs while wrapping my lips (after letting them watch me reapply my lipstick repeatedly) around the largest of the dildos. I had to fuck the ejaculating dildo for five minutes until it shot a load of the concoction (which they thought was cum) into my pussy, then let them see it leaking out of me to prove that I did, in fact, take a load inside me. I had to then take that dildo into my mouth and suck it to completion again and again - sometimes they would have me swallow the load, other times they would make me remove it and shoot the cum over my face, belly, tits or ass.

By the time the chat session had ended, I was completely covered in the white, sticky liquid. My hair was a mess, my makeup was just as bad as it mixed with the cum concoction. All I could smell was cum, all I could taste was cum, and I could barely even open my eyes as the stickiness was everywhere. Finally my Master punched a few keys and the screen closed down to blackness. He spun me around in the chair and picked me up, then ordered me to remove all of my clothes, carefully.

Once I had removed everything and stood there completely naked, the fake breasts hanging off of my chest and my cock straining against the clay like mound it was trapped underneath, he finally applied a solution to my mound. I watched as the faux pussy he molded slowly became softer, until finally it began to peel off. My Master walked me to the bathroom and sat me in the tub. He placed me on my knees and told me to put my face on the base of the tub, then took my hands and cuffed them behind my back. I felt a tube insert into my pussy, then a rush of warm fluid enter my bowels. The tube was removed and then replaced by the familiar feeling of a butt plug. I then heard my Master leave the room and I was left there for what I estimated to be ten minutes. My stomach had started to cramp from all of the water inside me and I was extremely uncomfortable.

He came back in, picked me up and told me to hold the water inside me while he removed the plug. Once it was removed he sat me on the toilet and told me to push all of the water out. After I had done so, he put me back in the tub in the same position and filled me back up once again, finishing it off with the plug. Another ten minutes, more extreme discomfort and then he came back in and allowed me to push the water out once more. 

He then took a damp washcloth and cleaned my pussy, then took out a much smaller, much thinner tube. Firmly, he took my penis in his hand and squeezed the tip, forcing the hole open. Expertly he pushed the tube down in the hole, forcing my entire penis to burn as I squealed from the pain. Finally he was satisfied, and again he took his paste to my genitals. He once again molded a realistic looking pussy where my cock had once made home, but this time he made sure to leave an opening that he put the tip of the other end of the catheter through. Once I felt the paste hardening, he sat me down on the toilet and told me to urinate. I did so and listened as the urine went through the catheter and out of my new pussy into the toilet... I would now have to urinate while sitting down.

I thought this was pointless as I was obviously just going to remove the silly thing once I had left this hell hole. My Master had apparently thought a few steps ahead and pulled out what appeared to be some type of chastity belt for women. He slid it up my hairless legs and pulled it up to my waist, then I felt him working the plug that was in the back into my pussy. Once it was securely inside of me, I felt him tighten the straps and then heard that all too familiar sound of tiny padlocks being secured all around the belt. He took a step back and admired his work, tugging all around it to make sure that there was no way for it to be pulled off. I saw from the design that I would still be able to urinate, and he obviously emptied my bowels to prepare me for the inability to expell anything out of that hole.

"Now, Candi - I got the feeling that you were upset with me and perhaps wouldn't want to come back to see me, regardless of the information I have on you. So this is what I call an insurance policy. You see, there are six locks on this belt, all that require six different keys. I own all six keys, and there are no duplicates anywhere in the world. Sure, you could go to a locksmith, but I doubt you'd put yourself through that kind of embarrassment. So you'll go home and come back to see me Saturday. I've got some big plans for you, so you should probably try to get here in the early afternoon, but you're of course welcome anytime before that. If you aren't here by 4pm, I'll disown you, send out the email and leave you trapped in that there belt, understood?"

The bastard had seemingly thought of everything. My face turned beat red underneath the running makeup and cum mixture, but I knew I was out of options if this belt was as secure as he said it was. There was no way I was going to any kind of a locksmith and putting myself through that embarrassment, so I did my best to force a faint smile and nodded yes, then begged for the chance to take a shower.

"Well, since you've been such a good slut tonight, I'll allow you to shower tonight. Down the hall, third door on your left - here's the bathroom key. Your clothes are already in there. When you're done, dry off, get dressed and get the hell out of here. And I'll see you Saturday, sweetie."

With that he gave me a smack on the ass to get moving and I made my way down the hall. I showered for as long as the water would stay hot, scrubbing what felt like layers of skin off of myself and examining the chastity belt that I was locked in. At one point I thought I heard the door open and shut, but when I took a quick look out I didn't see anyone there. I turned off the water and dried myself off, then stepped out. I looked down to where my clothes had once been, but in their place was not my clothes, but instead a pile of women's clothing, neatly folded, with a note on top.

"Candi - those jeans won't fit right over your belt, so I went ahead and brought you some new clothes. You're welcome. And make sure you wear everything - I'll be watching. -Master"

I looked down and saw the clothing he had left for me. On top was a skin tight black dress that would barely cover my ass, followed by some knee high heeled black leather boots. Underneath the boots was the shoulder length brunette wig I had been made to wear during our first meeting. Lastly was a pink glittery belt that I was to wear over the dress - and in the middle, in glitter, was written "I HEART COCK".

I put on the dress, then decided that I would just pick up the boots, wig and the belt and run to my car. How would he even know? I quickly made my way out of the bathroom and down the hall. I made it to the front door and thought I was home free until I turned the knob and found that it was locked. I saw an electronic lock, then heard a voice come from a speaker in the corner of the room.




Trapped and Trained Ch. 04



"You can leave once you're dressed, Candi."

My shoulders sank as I dropped the boots, wig and belt to the ground. Without thinking, I first put on the boots. After they were on I realized that I should have waited to put them on last as I now would have to balance myself as I reached down to grab the wig and the belt. Once I had both of those on, I heard the electronic lock on the door unlock. I opened the door and cautiously walked outside. As quickly as I could I made it to my car. As I was opening my door I took one last look at this house and swore I would never be coming back here. That's when I sat down in my car and felt the plug in my pussy push its way a little bit deeper... then I remembered that I'd have no choice but to come back on Saturday and be exposed to whatever new plans my Master had in store for me.

Again, my mind swore at my body as I felt my encased cock begin to become a bit aroused at the thought. What was happening to me?



Trapped and Trained Ch. 05



There I was, Saturday morning, back in the driveway of my quote/unquote "Master", as he liked to call himself. I turned off the key to the ignition of my car and prepared to step out. He had sent me an email the previous night telling me to show up in the outfit that I had left in during our last session. 

I looked down at myself and shivered as I saw the short edge of my form fitting black dress riding up to where I could already see the tip of my black chastity belt peaking out from underneath. That belt had been absolute hell for me the past 36 hours or so. It forced me to sit down and pee out of the tube that was inserted into my penis, poking out of my makeshift "pussy" lips. The plug that was trapped inside my ass (or as I have been basically reprogrammed to refer to it as, my pussy) was a constant reminder of my awful predicament. No matter what I was doing to try and take my mind off of everything, every shift of my weight would cause it to shift as well, and then all of the images in my mind would race back to those previous two sessions. How I was trapped against my will and made to do all of these unspeakably grotesque acts. Acts that were now captured on video and camera, all that were held by this perverted and demonic human being who apparently has visions of me becoming some kind of prostitute for him to pimp out at his will... after I was done with my "training", at least.

I took a deep breath and looked at myself one last time in the mirror. The brown locks of my brunette wig danced on my naked shoulders and I cursed under my breath at how ridiculous I looked. After my Master always got through with me with the makeup, false breasts and the rest of my feminization before our sessions I looked like a red hot slut. But right now, with no cleavage and no makeup, I just looked like a guy in drag. I couldn't believe it, but given the choice, I'd rather be made up into a passable whore than be humiliated by walking around as some pathetic crossdresser. I caught myself mid-thought and told myself to quit being so ridiculous.

I opened the door of my car and put one foot out in the driveway, trying to steady the heel of my knee high leather boots on the ground to keep myself from falling. A gust of wind swept through while I was stabilizing myself and I felt the goosebumps form on my now hairless legs. I couldn't believe how much more sensitive everything was without the hair to protect my skin. As told, I shaved just before leaving - I made sure to shave everywhere twice just to be sure there wouldn't be a stray hair found. My training was punishment enough - I shuttered to think about what I would be made to do for an actual punishment for disobeying.

Once I figured I was stable enough, I swung my other leg out and stepped out of the car. I stood up and straightened my dress, trying to pull it down to cover the cheeks of my ass, but there just wasn't enough material to get the job done. I hurried to the door, hoping nobody would be walking out to check their mail or do anything to get them out of the house at that moment. All of the other arrivals and departures had been under the mask of night, but it was mid-day today and the sun was high - I felt like I was visible for miles. I ran, as much as the heels would let me, at least, to the door and tried to push it open. Locked. I furiously rang the doorbell and pounded on the door, but nobody answered. A note slid from under the door, and all it said was:

"Candi - Turn around. Bend over. Spread your legs. Hands behind your back. -Master"

I stood there for a minute, surveying my options. The whole reason I was here early was because the plug in my pussy was preventing me from being able to pass stool and I was dying, but this was asking too much. To be humiliated and degraded in the confines of this asshole's house was one thing, but to make me start doing things out here in public, in a nice, upscale neighborhood? That was too much, wasn't it? I again knocked on the door and begged to be let in, but received no response. I debated getting back in my car and leaving, but I already knew that this chastity belt was nearly impossible to get off without the locks being undone. I had tried taking scissors and a knife to get myself out, but the leather was thick and metal was strategically placed all around it to make that feat damn near impossible.

Suddenly, to my left, the neighbors garage door kicked on and started to open. I heard a car start and saw brake lights flash. They'd be backing out any second, and here I was, standing on a doorstep in drag, my ass hanging out of my dress, obviously a man. Quickly I turned around, spread my legs and bent over with my hands behind me. The door behind me quickly opened and I felt handcuffs wrap around my wrists, then I was pulled inside. As the door shut behind me I was able to see the bumper of the car backing out of the garage. Saved just in time. "Saved" was used for lack of a better word.

"Welcome back, Candi! I knew you couldn't stay away for long. Already craving some cock in that pussy, are you?"

My Master was obviously amused at my situation. He knew full well why I was back, and it sure as hell wasn't because I wanted "cock in that pussy", as he was eloquently put it. It was a rhetorical question, however, so he continued without waiting for an answer on my part.

"Well, I'll be glad to oblige you there, of course! But first we need to get you cleaned up - you have a busy night ahead of you!"

I didn't know what he meant by that, but I didn't have time to dwell on it as he quickly put on my "SLUT" remote collar and leash and started leading me upstairs. We walked straight to the bathroom and I saw him pull out a set of keys. He ordered me to strip, then I watched as he took a different key to each lock on my chastity belt. Finally, the relief I had been waiting for as I felt the straps loosen, then heard the *POP* of the plug as it was removed from my pussy. It felt like my hole was stuck wide open and I heard my Master as he examined it.

"Very nice... you're coming along beautifully. That pussy just looks so inviting... I'd love to break you in myself, but I have other plans for you that I think you'll enjoy."

With that I was placed back in the tub and I once again felt him shove the nozzle of an enema tube inside me. The same routine as last time was done with me getting three full treatments and then washed up with a washcloth, then shaved twice as close as humanly possible. I was as smooth as the day I was born down there. It felt so good to be emptied out that I was almost glad that I had decided to come back... Almost. While I was sitting the third time he made me hover over the toilet and pee out of my "pussy", which he enjoyed and I also noticed that he recorded with his phone. Just more ammo for him to use against me, I thought. By this point he really didn't need anything else, but he obviously wanted to document everything.

Quickly I was taken out of the bathroom and back into the ajoining bedroom. On the bed I saw what apparently was my outfit for the night. It was an intricate maids uniform. Starting at the bottom were some platform black high heels, which of course had little pink padlocks everywhere that they would fasten. Next were black fishnet stockings with a hot pink bow in the lace at the top in the front and the back, followed by a black garter belt with pink ribboning by the fasteners. Over the garter belt would be a frilly short black skirt that looked like it would hardly cover halfway down my ass, which I was sure was the entire point of it. A pink thong laid on top of the garter belt that was crotchless with black lace all around the opening in the crotch. There was a pink apron that was the shape of a heart in the front, with black bows all along the edging and, in the middle of the heart in black text, read "COCK SLUT" in elegant lettering, just to eliminate any confusion. Above the skirt was a short corset with black lace covering the pink underneath. In the middle of the bra part of the corset was another hot pink bow. I was apparently supposed to keep my pink "SLUT" collar on as well as my brunette wig, and then I also saw a black and pink headpiece that I was supposed to wear. Off to the side was apparently my "duster", which appeared to be a pink dildo on one end and a duster on the other. There was also a small pink purse that read "Candi" on it in glittery cursive writing.

Master gave me a short zap just to remind me that he was in control, then ordered me to spread my legs and bend over. He again took out my "pussy paste" as I began to refer to it as and went to work between my legs. He seemed to be taking an extraordinary amount of time this time around in making it look perfect. Finally, after nearly thirty minutes, he had me stand up and turn around. Looking in the mirror, even after a close examination, he had created a fully passable pussy between my legs. The lips looked moist and swollen as if I were some permanently horny whore.

As I stood there amazed, I was given another zap and then whirled around. Master stood there with some new breast forms, ones that looked lifelike and appeared to have some kind of small metal on the end that would adhere to my chest. He once again took his time applying the glue to my chest, then methodically pressed the breasts onto me. I quickly understood what the purpose of the small metal was as I felt it wrap around my nipples. Once he uncuffed me and had me hold the breasts firmly against myself for ten minutes, he gave each nipple a harsh squeeze and I nearly jumped out of my skin as I felt the teeth of the metal bite my nipples roughly. He chuckled and gave them another squeeze to get the same response.

Next he sat me down at the makeup table and carefully applied my makeup. Everything with this session was so methodical and time consuming. He must have removed and reapplied the makeup four times before he was finally satisfied with his work. When I looked back in the mirror I could easily have been convinced that it wasn't really me that was staring back. He had created an elegantly slutty look - the pink lipstick was the same shade as the bows on my outfit and was touched up with some lip gloss to make them shiny and inviting for cocks. He applied the blush so expertly that my cheekbones were given a definition to them that I had never thought possible. The mascara was where he had spent most of his time, and once he was finished with that and the dark eyeliner it looked like my eyelashes had quadrupled in length. More pink eyeshadow was applied to go with my lipstick - all of which, when combined with the base he had initially applied, made me look like the sluttiest, sexiest girl I'd ever seen. Hell, I'd fuck my mouth with my own cock if I could manage it. That thought scared me as I knew I'd be irrestistable to anyone and everyone.

Next he took my wig and started putting some kind of product in it. After he was satisfied with the amount, he took a curling iron and went to work. I sat there for what felt like an hour as he worked all around my head, but all I could do was stare at myself in the mirror, dumbfounded at the reflection. Once he was finished with the wig I saw that my look was completed as the curles danced beautifully and framed my face expertly. As much as I hated to admit it, I was hot. Really, really hot.

Master stood me back up and walked me over to the bed. He made me dress myself as he videotaped it. First I slid the fishnet stockings up my leg, then was made to straighten them until the bows were perfectly aligned in the front and back and the seam in the back was absolutely straight. I then had to slide on the garter belt and fasten the garters, making sure the pink ribbon laid over the clips just right. Once that was on came the crotchless thong and the short skirt. Once the skirt was pulled up I could see that it would be impossible to hide anything as you could easily see the bottom of my thong underneath it. When I bent over it would give everyone a complete view of my new pussy. After I had the skirt on came the corset, which was a struggle for an understatement. Once I had it pulled up over my breasts, I had to lie down on the bed and let Master pull the lacing as tight as possible. It was so tight that breathing became a chore and the breasts were straining to bust out. I had to have my Master's help to get the headpiece on without disrupting all of the hard work he put into my wig, then I sat on the bed and placed the 5" black heels on my feet. I was also made to clip on the four pink padlocks on each heel myself, locking my feet into these walking deathtraps. I stood on wobbly feet and slowly stabilized myself. I looked at myself in the mirror and immediately saw the hottest, sluttiest french maid I'd ever imagined staring back at me... only it was me underneath it all and my heart raced in terror as I knew this was just the beginning. He wouldn't take this much time to get me ready just to let me get undressed and leave. This was going to be a long night.

He gave me a zap and motioned for me to come sit on the bed in front of him and to hold out my tongue. I had pretty much given up on refusing or resisting to this point, so I did as I was told. Quickly he pulled out some tongs and grabbed my tongue with them. Before I could resist, as this was something I would have resisted, he took a large needle and pierced it through my tongue. Still holding my tongue with the tongs he took a barbell style piece of jewelry with what looked like two pink balls on either side and placed it through the opening, fastening it in place. Finally letting go of my tongue he took me over to the mirror and had me look at the piercing. What I thought were little pink balls were actually little pink penises.

"There, Candi - now you have what you've always wanted - a cock in your mouth at all times!"

He laughed at his joke, then handed me a cup of ice chips. He told me that I should keep a piece or two in my mouth at all times for the next hour or so to keep the swelling down and he also gave me a couple ibuprofen to help with the pain. I tried talking, but my tongue was already starting to swell, so anything I said would be impossible to interpret... which was probably just an added bonus for him. I swallowed and tasted some of the blood that was leaking out of my piercing, then decided to take him up on the ice chips as I slid two in my mouth.

"Now, Candi, here is your purse. You will have this with you all night, at all times. Inside it has your makeup and a few other items that you'll find useful throughout the night, understood?"

I picked up the purse and said "Yeth, Mathter", my tongue swelling still affecting my speech. My Master smirked at this and just told me that my mouth wasn't really for talking anyways, so it was no big deal.

"As I've said, this is going to be a big night for you, and a long one. You see, your training has been coming along so well that I've decided that it's time for you to take a test ride. Or, be taken on a test ride, I guess would be more accurate. There's a party going on here tonight with some friends of mine and you're the main entertainment."

Once I heard that final sentence I immediately became lightheaded. Up to this point I had thought it was all just a game, that he was "training" me, but he never really intended to follow through with what he was training me for. I thought he was just getting off on the threat of ending my training and putting me to work as his whore.

"Oh, now don't worry - I assure you that you're ready. But for the first portion of the party, you'll be the maid. You'll fetch drinks, clean up messes, greet the guests and just do whatever they need you to do, in general. I know it will be hard for you, but you are not to touch, suck or fuck any real cocks for this portion of the party. You will, however, be allowed to play with dildos if requested. Women will be present as well and you will obviously do whatever they wish. Anytime your makeup is messed up, you will go to the nearest mirror and fix it immediately."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was a maid? At some kink party? And what did he mean that it would be hard for me but that I wasn't "allowed" to have any contact with a real cock? I was never going to touch a real cock, I didn't care what the fuck he said. Sure, I guess in a twisted sort of way it was all funny up to this point, but there was a line and this was beyond a shadow of a doubt crossing it. I opened my mouth to object, only to be greeted with a zap of the collar and a tug on the leash. My cheeks burned as I stood and obediently walked out of the room and down the stairs behind my Master to the front door.

"Now, when you let someone in you will open the door and curtsy as you welcome them inside. You will then introduce yourself as Candi and take their coats, followed by asking them if there is anything you can do for them to just let you know and you would happily oblige. Now, give it a try."

I walked to the door and opened it, then gave my best impression of what I thought a curtsy was.

"No, no, no, that's awful, just fucking awful. You need to bend down more and lift your skirt up, try it again."

I had to try it five more times before I finally got it right, and then I had to mimick that perfect curtsy another ten times to make sure I knew exactly what I was to do. Finally my Master was comfortable with my ability to curtsy like a slut and we moved on to the kitchen.

He showed me around the kitchen and where the snacks were, where the drinks would be, where the cleaning supplies would be if I needed to clean up a mess anywhere. He told me that anytime I bent over, I was always to bend over at the waist to make sure everyone could see my amazing pussy through my crotchless panties and to always pause while bent over to let them enjoy the view.

As we walked back out into the living room I saw a few pieces of paper and pens on a desk and I could make out "Candi" at the top of them, but I couldn't exactly see what was written underneath. As I tried to maneuver my way closer to the papers, one of my biggest fears came to pass.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a car pull into the driveway. Seconds later, the doorbell rang and a quick zap came through my collar. The longest night of my life was starting as I made my way to the door...



Trapped and Trained Ch. 06



I did my best to make it over to the door, but the combination of the lightheadedness I was experiencing and the stability issues I had with the 5" heels I was wearing made it extremely difficult to concentrate. Apparently I was taking too long as I felt another burst of electricity flow through my "SLUT" collar, which was enough motivation to clear my mind and speed up my learning curve on the steep heels.

Just before I reached out for the door, my Master realized he had forgotten something. He ordered me to wait and rushed up the stairs, then quickly came back down. He threw something black at me and told me to put them on, quickly. I looked at them and saw that they were elbow length black gloves with pink lace bows scattered around them. Just the thing I needed to complete my outfit and my humiliation, apparently.

With the gloves on I again reached out for the door. I opened it to see not just the one person that I was dreading to see, but four people. Two couples, to be exact. The expressions on their faces were some combination of lust and shock, I'd say, once they caught site of their "entertainment" for the night. The men were both dressed in expensive looking suits while the eye candy on their arms were wearing their little black dresses and were sporting plenty of expensive looking jewelry. My Master obviously had some connections with the higher classes of the city - and apparently the higher classes of the city were perverts.

I brought the door wide open and repeated the curtsy that was now engrained in my brain, which delighted the women who nearly doubled over laughing. In my best girl voice (which was also becoming quite convincing, sadly), I welcomed the group to the party.

"Hello and welcome to my Master's party. My name is Candi and I will be at your service for tonight. Please allow me to take your coats and don't hesitate to ask me if there is anything that I may do to make your time more enjoyable tonight."

With wide smiles on their faces, the couples passed by me and made their way inside. I felt them staring at me as I closed the door and took their coats, then made my way up the stairs. As I was going up the stairs a glove fell out of one of the coats and I cursed under my breath. Hoping no one had noticed I tried to quickly kneel and pick it up, but I heard my Master clear his throat to get my attention and then felt a zap come through my collar. I straightened myself back up and slowly bent over at my waist to pick up the glove, then paused while completely bent over and exposed. I heard one of the women below snicker and comment.

"Oh my, look at that! She has a juicy looking pussy! And look at those crotchless panties... Kelly, don't you have some similar to those?"

The other woman, apparently named Kelly, giggled and responded, "Oh yes, and my Kevin certainly loves to keep them on me while he fucks me. He goes crazy over things like that, just turns into an animal... I usually can't even walk the next day!"

I looked down through the railing and saw the man they were referring to as Kevin and noticed a significant bulge showing through his suit pants. Just from that massive bulge alone I shuttered as I thought of the size of the monster he was harnessing inside. I shook my head to clear those thoughts, picked up the glove that had fallen and hurried up the stairs to the guest room.

I placed the coats on the guest room bed, then turned and caught another glimpse of myself in the mirror. Once again I couldn't believe that it was really me hiding under that ridiculously sexy maid's uniform. If I were a girl in a club I wouldn't have to worry about paying for a drink, I'd just have to worry about how I was going to get all of these guys to stop talking to me. I once again lifted up the front of my skirt and examined my new pussy, which was still amazing at how perfect and realistic it appeared. I put down my skirt and let my hands caress my breasts, giving the nipples and small pinch through the corset and feeling the metal again grip my real nipple underneath. That snapped me back into reality and I told myself to quit being so stupid, that I needed to realize that I was a captive here and that I was being forced into all of this. As I thought about everything I again came to the realization that I was supposed to be the "entertainment" for the night and that the men would be looking at me with hard cocks that they'd want me to "entertain" with my holes. I had to get out of here.

As I was bringing the coats up the stairs I had heard the keys of the Lexus out in the parking lot jingling in one of the pockets. I stuck my gloved hand in one of the pockets, but it was the wrong one. Suddenly I found myself on the floor, electricity coursing through my body from the source of the collar. My Master walked in and finally turned off the collar punishment.

"What the fuck are you doing? Are you stealing from my guests?! To save me the embarrassment, I'm not going to let them know about this little incident directly, but let it be known to you that you will be punished for that later on tonight. Kevin is a good friend of mine and has been coming to my parties for years, and I know he gets off on punishing cunts like you. Now get the fuck back downstairs and always know that I'm watching you, Candi."

I choked back a few tears, both from the zapping of the collar and the realization that I was stuck here for the night in a house that would soon be full of perverts looking at me like some kind of sex toy. I slowly walked back downstairs and, as I made it to the bottom step, once again heard the doorbell ring. I walked to the door and opened it to find a hulk of a black man on the other side. My jaw dropped a bit just from the sheer size of him, his muscles straining to bust out of his suit just as my breasts were straining to bust out of my corset. He looked me up and down and smiled... not one of those heart warming smiles that make you feel at home, but more of an evil smile that made me feel uncomfortable and abused, like he was raping me just with his eyes alone.

I did my curtsy as instructed, introduced myself and led him inside. He took off his coat and intentionally threw it on the ground. I looked to my Master with pleading eyes, but he simply looked down at the coat and shrugged his shoulders with a smirk on his face. I hated him.

I bent over at the waist and grabbed the coat with my hands, but before I could stand back up I felt some firm hands grasp me around the waist and hold me tightly. I tried to remove the hands but he was far, far too strong for me. He simply pulled me back into him and ground his soft, but obviously massive, cock against me. He was moaning and calling me his slut, his whore as his hands explored my body, keeping me bend over and feeling the stiffness starting to mount in his cock. It couldn't have been fully hard yet but it already felt bigger than any of the dildos my Master had made me take in my pussy and mouth down in his dungeon. My heart was racing as I begged for him to let me go, squirming in his massive hands but to no avail. Finally his hands were at my breasts and he squeezed them with what felt like all of his might, the teeth of the metal at my real nipples feeling like it was going to rip them off as I screamed out. At long last my Master came forward.

"Now Jerome, don't get her too excited, you know how these go. We can't have you breaking her in before she's ready like the last time you were at one of my parties - that girl couldn't walk for a good week and was never the same, which is why I had to go and find Candi here. She loves cock, but I don't know if she's ready for the kind of pipe you're packing away in there."

In the deepest voice I'd ever heard, Jerome responded,

"Oh I was just havin some fun, man. No need to get upset - besides, I think she liked it."

With that he let me go, but then he gave me a firm smack on my ass to send me up the stairs.

"When you get back down here, make me a fuckin drink, slut."

And that's how the night went for the next three hours or so. Periodically the doorbell would ring and everyone would go silent to watch me and hear me greet the newest attendees to the party, then laugh as they would watch me curtsy and speak in my girly voice. I retrieved what seemed like hundreds of drinks and cleaned up a mess here and there, which I swore people were making on purpose just to make me get down on my knees to clean them.

Every once in a while, I'd be walking to get a drink or put a coat away and someone would molest me with their hands. I was walking back to the kitchen at one point and suddenly someone grabbed me around the waist and pulled me down on his lap. With the heels I was wearing I couldn't keep my footing or regain any kind of control once I was down, and once I was on the couch it felt like the wolves were descending on me. Underneath me I felt a bare cock against my ass, grinding against my pussy, aching to find its way inside. Above me was a man and a woman, her pulling his cock out and stroking it inches from my face as I struggled to get up while everyone around me laughed and cheered them on. Finally I was able to get my footing, stood up and stormed off, angrier than I've ever been that I was being put through this embarrassment. Something similar to that event happened a few more times throughout the night, each time making me more angry than the last, but any time I would speak out or try to lash out at someone I would be put to my knees from the shock collar around my neck - a constant reminder to be polite and courteous to my Master's guests.

As the night went on I noticed that more and more people were making their way over to those mysterious papers with my name at the top of each, and each time I tried making my way over to read what they were, I would be pulled away by something. Finally the party seemed to hit a bit of a lull and I was able to see what the papers were all about, and when I got the chance to read them, my heart sunk. I couldn't believe my eyes... this was some kind of sick joke. It had to be.

At the top of the desk was a piece of paper that read: "CANDI'S FIRST AUCTION -- BID BELOW"

Then, across the desk were what looked to be about ten papers, each paper an auction for a different act. I leafed through the papers rapidly, not believing that this could really be happening. To be the entertainment and to be humiliated in front of these people was one thing, but for my Master to take things to this level? I looked at paper after paper, the acts that I would be made to perform were burned in my mind as I saw multiple bids written down for each one. People were actually in bidding wars to make me perform sexual acts for them. This was ludicrous. I was stuck in a nightmare that was only going to get worse.

"Candi's First Handjob" - the leading bid was currently at $300.

"Candi's First Facial" - the leading bid was currently at $750.

"Candi's First Swallow" - the leading bid was currently at $1,450.

"Candi's First Spanking" - the leading bid was currently at $400.

"Candi's Virginity" - the leading bid was currently at a whopping $5,300.

"Candi's First Pussy to Mouth" - the leading bid was currently at $2,300.

"Candi's First Mouth and Pussy Fucking" - the leading bid was currently from a combo of people at $6,000.

"One Half Hour With Candi, Anything Goes" - the leading bid was currently at $9,000.

"One Hour With Candi, Anything Goes" - the leading bid was currently at $12,000.

"One Night With Candi, Anything Goes" - the leading bid was a ridiculous $26,000.

My head was spinning. These people obviously had money to blow and they were going to blow it on me.

I stumbled blindly through the living room, not being able to focus on practically anything. Not paying attention I bumped into a small group of women, making one spill her drink. She turned and slapped me hard across the face. Tears welled in my eyes, but she didn't care as she berated me in front of everyone.

"You stupid bitch, watch where you're fucking walking! I just spilled my drink on these shoes, which are worth more than your fucking life, and so help you if they are ruined. Get down there and lick them clean, slut!"

She pointed down at the ground as I slowly eased down to my hands and knees. I put my face down to her heels and stuck my tongue out and slowly started to lick the alcohol off of her shoes. I could hear the women laughing from above me and felt a crowd forming around us. The women fed off of the attention and decided to go further. The woman I had bumped into started taking control and barking orders to the other three.

"Amanda, grab her hands. Erin, get her left leg. Melissa, get her right leg."

Suddenly I felt hands all over me, restraining all of my movements and keeping me down on the ground with my legs spread and my hands behind my back. On the ground in front of me I suddenly saw a black piece of cloth fall and recognized it as the dress that the woman I had severely pissed off had been wearing. Quickly after that a smaller piece of cloth fell, which appeared to be her black thong... It was dropped so close to my face that I could smell her pussy juices on them. She was obviously getting horny from being at this party and now from having all of the attention.

"Damn, Britney - you've been working out!" Came a shout from the back. Britney... the bitch's name was Britney. Figures, I had an ex once that was named Britney and she was a bitch too.

In front of me I saw something that I normally would be ecstatic to see. Britney was now on all fours in front of me, her ass and pussy on full display for me to see and her breasts now free and hanging down from her chest. Amanda, who had my hands, picked me up and led me towards Britney's holes. Once I was close enough I reached my tongue out and tried to lick Britney's pussy lips, but she pulled away.

"Ah, ah, ah, Candi. Wrong hole!"

I tried to resist and to pull back, but there were hands all over me. Eventually another woman came into view - it was Kelly, one of the first that I had let in to the party, as she straddled my back and shoved my face into Britney's glorious and firm ass. The crowd cheered as they watched my face disappear into her cheeks, then cheered more as they watched the expression on Britney's satisfied face, signaling that I had started licking her asshole.

Once I had been licking her ass for a solid five minutes, she finally pulled away and the women flipped me over on my back. Before I could catch my breath Britney was back on top of me, her ass and pussy once again in my face. She was turned around with her front facing towards my body as she used her legs to pin down my arms, then she lowered her pussy down on my face. I started to panic as it became impossible to breath and began to scream into her pussy. Finally she lifted off of me and just said one word before sinking back down.

"LICK!"

As she lowered back down, panic set in once again. Not having anything to do, I began to furiously lick at her pussy. As I did I noticed that she started to grind along my face and, as she was grinding, I was periodically able to get a short breath. Anytime I stopped licking, she stopped grinding and I was again stuck suffocating underneath her. It was such an evil game that she was playing but I could tell from the massive amount of juices flowing from her pussy that she was obviously enjoying it immensely.

While all of this was going on I felt the other women lifting up my legs and spreading them apart. Britney was nearing orgasm and momentarily lifted off of me, and I was terrified by the glimpse of what I saw. There was Kelly, now stripped down to just her black panties, with what looked to be about a 7" dildo strapped on to her and a huge smile across her face. Before I could take in what I was seeing, Britney's pussy was back across my face demanding for more attention from my tongue, which I had no choice but to give.

Suddenly I felt something cold at the entrance to my pussy, wiggling and squirming around. I had felt this enough before already to know that there were some lubed fingers trying to make their way inside of me. I resisted for a short amount of time, but Britney noticed and firmly gripped my nipples and began to twist them, causing the teeth of the metal on my nipples to twist and make me scream. During this time I was distracted, allowing the slippery fingers deep inside of me, exploring my pussy as the crowd applauded and the women giggled.

The fingers were rapidly removed, only to feel something much, much larger at my opening. Resisting was just causing me pain, I deduced, so I offered none this time. Britney had her third orgasm, by my count, and apparently was finished with me for the time being so she lifted off of me. I looked in front of me and saw Erin and Melissa still holding my legs wide while Britney and Amanda now cheered on Kelly, who was slowly inching all 7 inches of her strap-on deep inside me. 

I groaned to the delight of the crowd and Amanda quickly disrobed and took the place that Britney had left vacant. Her pussy was shaven, but not as finely as Britney's as I felt the tiny hairs rub against me, feeling like tiny needles as she started to grind against my tongue and nose to her first orgasm.

Kelly finally had the entire dildo shoved inside of me and slowly started to bring it out, then repeated the painfully slow process a few more times. Satisfied with her progress, I felt her grip my waist and start to increase the pace. At the same time, Amanda must have been turned on by the sight as she grabbed my breasts to stabilize herself and allow her to grind faster on me, which caused me incredible pain.

Now Kelly was at a furious pace of fucking my pussy and Amanda was a blur on top of my face. Four women all naked, all around me... two weeks ago I would have thought I was in heaven, but now I felt like I was in the depths of hell and sinking deeper. The crowd was chanting for them each to go faster, harder, deeper and they were more than happy to oblige as I could hear the balls of the strap-on smacking against my legs and the sloshing of Amanda's wet pussy sliding along my mouth.

They finally began to taper down, then Amanda and Kelly both released from me at the same time, laying down as they were spent. The crowd allowed me to lie there, everyone taking in the sights. I looked around and saw at least a dozen video cameras and countless camera phones snapping pictures of me, cum covering my face mixed in with my running makeup, my pussy gaping underneath the crotchless panties.

My Master picked me up and led me to the bathroom, then placed my purse down on the sink.

"Fix your makeup and get back out here. The real fun is going to start soon."

He closed the door behind him and I looked at myself in the mirror. I was a mess, pussy juices were mixing with my blush and eye shadow, my makeup was smeared across my face. I took a few wet wipes from the container in my purse and wiped everything away, then took out a tube of the hot pink lipstick. I slowly applied the lipstick to my lips as I had seen my Master do earlier in the day, wondering what this lipstick would be smeared on next...



Trapped and Trained Ch. 07



After a good fifteen minutes of trying to get my makeup just right (talk about sentences I never thought I would ever utter), I started getting a few random zaps on my "SLUT" collar. Getting the message that he was growing impatient with how long I was taking, I hurried up and finished the final few touches of eyeliner and lip gloss. I could still taste Amanda and Britney's juices and could smell their cum with every inhale as a great deal had made it up my nose, but the zaps were becoming more and more frequent through my collar so I just accepted the fact that I would have to deal with those reminders of my abuse just a short time ago in the middle of the roughly forty people attending the party... all of which I had personally greeted at the door in my ridiculous maid's outfit.

I opened the door to the bathroom and went back out to the living room. There was yet another crowd over around my auction sheets as I silently cursed each one of them for wasting their money. There was no way I was performing any of the acts on those papers, so they could write down whatever the hell they wanted for a bid. It was my body and I ultimately could decide what I did with it. I was feeling a bit more confident in myself and feeling like I had some semblance of control until I saw my Master stand in the front of the room quieting everyone down and encouraging them to take a seat.

"Everyone, give me your attention up here. Where's Candi? Candi! I'm sure she's off 'entertaining' one of our guests. Candi, get the fuck up here already!"

His comment about how I was 'entertaining a guest' angered me and caused my face to burn underneath my freshly applied makeup. I told myself I wasn't going up there in front of everyone but then I felt hands all around me pushing me and pulling me forward along with some motivational zaps through my collar. Before I knew it I was standing next to the man I hated the most in this world, my quote/unquote Master, the one responsible for all of this humiliation and abuse.

"Ah, there you are my shy little slut. Okay everyone, the bidding is going to be closing here shortly and then the real fun will begin. But for those of you who are reluctant to put down your well earned money on my newest project, allow me to give you a few demonstrations on what you could be missing out on to try and create a bit of a bidding war before I close the auction down and we move downstairs."

What was he talking about? I hated it downstairs as that's where I knew all of his gadgets and toys were. If I went down there who knows what would happen. I had to make sure I at least stayed upstairs. And what did he mean by a few demonstrations? He went on talking.

"If I could have just a few volunteers from the crowd to help me out up here. You see, Candi is new to all of this and a bit shy. Trust me, she loves cock, but she gets a bit timid in front of crowds I've noticed... but not to worry, it really gets her going when she is forced!"

People couldn't get out of their seat fast enough to help my Master out with his demonstration. To my horror, the first one up beside me was the massive Jerome, the one who had manhandled me earlier. Two other men joined him with smiles across their faces as they undressed me with their eyes. I could tell they were all beginning to develop erections in their pants, then scolded myself for letting my eyes wander to their crotches. Flashes of cameras continuously went off from the crowd.

"Perfect, thanks guys. Now, since we're auctioning off a lot of firsts for Candi tonight, I'm sorry to say that she won't be touching your cocks. But you three will be getting a close up view of her abilities which I'm sure will convince you of her talents."

Master disappeared for a moment, then came back with a small duffel bag. He opened it up and started pulling out different kinds of restraints, then a few different butt plugs and dildos. He tossed a spreader bar at Jerome.

"Jerome, if you'd be so kind, spread Candi's legs and attach this spreader bar between her ankles."

Jerome couldn't have been happier. He moved behind me and put his leg between mine, then kicked from side to side. I was unbalanced on my heels and wobbled a bit, but he caught me and lifted me up effortlessly, then again spread my legs with his and set me back down. He quickly attached each cuff from the spreader bar around my ankles and tightened them.

"Great, thanks Jerome. Now stay behind her and enjoy the view. Bill and Jason, if one of you will bend her over while the other cuffs her arms to the spreader bar we'll be ready to start our demonstration."

Jerome was so close behind me that I could periodically feel him rub his crotch against me. Bill and Jason moved in front of me while one grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me forward as Jerome grabbed my waist to keep me positioned. I had no choice but to bend over from the pressure and felt my ass push back into Jerome, causing him to moan a bit and grind his semi-hard cock against me. Once I was bent over my arms were forcefully pulled down and each cuffed to the spreader bar between my legs, keeping me bent over and spread apart, vulnerable to anything.

I felt Jerome's hands behind me starting to move closer to my pussy. I tried moving away, but given my situation, moving really wasn't an option. I strained to look to my Master and begged him to let me go, knowing that it was absolutely pointless, but my instincts made me at least try. He just smiled and looked on as Jerome's huge fingers were now at the entrance to my pussy.

I clenched with all my might, but I was stuck in this position with nowhere to go, so his entrance would be inevitable. Slowly he overpowered me and I felt one of his digits slip inside, lubed by the events from earlier. He tightened his grip on my hip with his left hand as he worked a second finger inside, the began to work them in and out as I pleaded for him to stop.

Apparently thinking that my talking would ruin his efforts in creating a bidding war, my Master quickly tossed one of the ejaculating dildos to one of the other men, Jason. He wasted no time and quickly put it to my lips, which caused me to close them tightly. He pinched me nose, causing me to separate my lips but I made sure to keep my teeth together, groaning through them as Jerome continued his assault behind me. Jason grew impatient and pushed the head of the cock between my lips, then pushed the trigger to cause the dildo to start ejaculating. To my surprise it wasn't the cum formula that I'd been made to swallow in the past, but this tasted different.

"Yes, Candi" my Master whispered in my ear. "We've had a collection going on in the back for a while tonight. You've got a mixture of every man here in those lips right now."

My mouth opened at this news involuntarily, just a mental slip that was quickly capitalized on by Jason as he slid the cock between my teeth and began to work it in and out. He moved to the side so that everyone could see, then rammed the entire 6 inches all the way in my mouth. The crowd applauded at my progress as Jason again thrust the dildo in and out of me. He and Jerome eventually had a rhythm going with Jerome's fingers thrusting inside of me just as Jason pulled the dildo out. Finally my Master gave a hand signal and Jerome's fingers left me entirely while Jason thrust the dildo all the way in my mouth and again pushed the ejaculate trigger. My mouth filled and the crowd laughed as cum leaked out of the corners of my mouth. My Master whispered in my ear to swallow or that I would regret it... and I believed him. People clapped as they watched my cheeks empty, then the dildo was removed, completely clean.

"Now ladies, as shown earlier by an eager group, Candi isn't exclusively a cock sucker. If I could have two women come up here to help out."

The women were a bit more hesitant than the men, but that's really not saying much as they were still very eager to join in. A woman with a bit of a heavier build was up first. She had shorter brown hair and just some massive breasts that were straining under a dress that had to be a size or two too small. Behind her came a shorter, much more fit woman with perky breasts and a tight form fitting blue dress.

"Now ladies, if you could both get on all fours right here in front of Candi. Jerome and Jason, you know Beth and Erica. Take your pick and each of you shoot a load inside one of them."

Jerome and Jason happily took their cocks out and went to the women who were waiting for them. Jerome went to Beth, the larger girl while Jason lifted Erica's dress up over her hips to show that she wasn't wearing any panties and that her hairless pussy was already dripping wet.

While those two men began fucking the women, my Master gave me a zap of my collar to get my attention, then was at my ear.

"I'm going to uncuff you now. You will voluntarily lay on your back on the ground. If you disobey in the slightest, I will disown you right now and let every man in this room have a turn at you, then throw you out. Nod if you understand."

What else could I do? I nodded, then felt the cuffs being released from my arms and legs. I laid down behind the two couples who were now fucking at a rapid pace, the groaning of both men signaling that they would soon be releasing some massive loads inside the two women.

Jason finished first and pulled out, his cock still twitching a bit. Erica knew what to do apparently as she quickly put her hand over her pussy and straddled my face, he legs pinning my arms down similar to how Britney had me earlier, only this was much worse as the realization of what was about to happen sunk in. She removed her hand as I saw a speck of whiteness starting to appear at the opening of her pussy, then she sat down directly over my closed mouth. She reached back with her hands and squeezed hard on my nipples, forcing my mouth open, then I felt her pushing to extract the cum. I felt a slimey ball of cum drop into my mouth and had to swallow it before she would get back up. I was then made to lick her pussy clean. She was obviously enjoying my new tongue piercing as I felt her tighten her grip on my breasts and start to ride my face extremely hard. Finally she sank down on me and I felt a rush of her cum greet my lips, followed by her quickly jumping off of me and walking back to her seat with a flushed expression on her face. I felt it wouldn't be the last time I'd have her riding my face.

While this was going on, Jerome had already cum once deep inside of Beth but was still going strong, his cock a massive 9 or 10 inches. Beth was in heaven and was pounding her chubby body back into him to meet each of his powerful strokes. Finally he let out yet another scream and impaled his entire cock inside of her once again. Beth followed Erica's lead and put her hand over her pussy, then also straddled my face. She ordered me to open my mouth and intimidatingly put her hands on my nipples. Not wanting to experience that pain again I opened my mouth, then watched as a long and steady steam of cum poured from her pussy and down into my mouth. She intentionally hovered over my mouth so that the crowd could watch as the cum left her fat pussy lips and dripped into my awaiting mouth. Once the stream stopped she quickly sat down, smothering me in her chubby thighs. I panicked and tried to lift her up, but it was no use so I tried to lick up her pussy as quickly as possible. Once it was clean she still sat there for an extra moment, causing more panic, but she finally lifted up to the crowd's applause. I was left gasping for air on the ground as my Master again spoke to everyone.

"Okay everyone, I hope you enjoyed that very brief demonstration of Candi's talents. The bidding will close in thirty. In the meantime, Candi will be recuffed with this vibrating plug in her pussy and this penis gag in her mouth, so you are all invited to come on up here and check out the merchandise as it is stretched to ready her for the main event downstairs."

Exhausted, I didn't even object as I felt Jerome and Jason pick me back up to a standing position, then recuff me with the spreader bar between my legs and my arms to that bar. I then watched as that bitch Britney came to the front and took the biggest plug from the bag, easily two and a half inches across at the widest point and probably five inches long and position herself behind me. She gave me a playful spank on the ass, causing me to jump, before easing the plug inside of me. Just before it was fully seated, she pulled it all the way back out making me groan. Once it was out she again pushed it inside of me only to pull it out at the last moment again. The third time she took it and shoved it all the way inside of me, then gave it a few tugs to make sure that it was in fact enclosed inside of me securely.

Kelly was in front of me holding a gag that had a penis extention on the inside, which would obviously go inside my mouth. She put it to my lips, but then took it away. She pulled up her short black dress, moved her thong to the side and then slide the gag up and down on her wet pussy. I then watched as the gag disappeared inside of her pussy as she ground on it for a good thirty seconds. She removed the small black penis from her pussy and I saw that it was glistening with her juices. She put it to my lips and I opened my mouth to accept it, tasting her pussy as it slid into place. I then felt her lock the gag behind my head and walk away to join the rest of the frenzy that was now taking place over at the desk where my auction papers were. I heard one group talking about all pitching in together to share me for certain activities and my heart sank. So much for all of that control I fictitiously convinced myself I had earlier.

Periodically a few people would leave the group over by the desk and come to check on me. They would pull the plug out and feel around inside my pussy, apparently trying it out for later. They would plug my nose and make me squeal into my gag as I couldn't breathe, then pull my breasts out of my corset and pinch, tug and twist my nipples as I screamed and pleaded muffled cries for them to stop. They would just laugh and walk away, back to the desk to improve their current bid.

My Master smiled... he had his bidding war and he was making a fortune off of me just off of my first night. I looked to the clock and saw that it was midnight. I closed my eyes tight, hoping that I would open them and this would all be over, that I would be in my bed in my apartment, awaking from this nightmare. I opened my eyes and didn't see the ceiling of my apartment, but instead a black, veiny cock right in front of my face, smelling a familiar scent. It didn't take long to realize that it was Jerome's cock and that the smell was the mixture of his cum and Beth's pussy that I became all too familiar with earlier. Jerome slid his still slimy cock around my face, the remnants of his sex with Beth earlier being left on my face, then stopped at my mouth, just outside of the gag. I then heard his deep voice, a voice that I'm sure I'll be hearing in my nightmares for years to come.

"Mmmmm, you'll have to open wide for me, baby. My cock is gonna look damn good in there."

I closed my eyes again, wanting everything to go away. To my left I heard my Master ringing a bell, then speaking.

"Okay everyone, auction is closed! Please make your way downstairs as Candi and I will be down shortly after a quick wardrobe change."

The long night was about to get longer. Much longer. I watched Jerome walk away with a bit smile on his face and watched everyone take one last glance at me as they disappeared downstairs, to the dungeon. I wondered who had paid for me to do what as they all filed through the door, down to what soon would be my personal hell.

Then my own personal devil appeared in front of me with a short zap to my collar.

"Okay Candi, maid time is over. Time to get changed for the main event!"



Trapped and Trained Ch. 08



With everyone now downstairs in the basement/dungeon and waiting, it was just my Master and I alone in the living room. He uncuffed my arms and legs, but made sure to leave the plug and gag in place. I was so sore that I stayed bent over in that position until he attached a leash to my collar. With a quick tug and a zap, we were heading upstairs to the master bedroom. On the way up the stairs, my Master gave me a warning.

"Now Candi - when we get into the bedroom, you will be on a live feed to your fans downstairs. I expect you to give them the show that they deserve. You will undress slowly and provocatively, you will use the toys on the bed to play with your pussy and slide them in and out of your painted lips. Everything a slut should do, you'll do."

The hell I would. The soreness and pain was subsiding now and I was regaining my strength. I was no longer cuffed or restrained, I didn't have that awful chastity belt on forcing me to return, all that was left was this damn collar. If it was removed for even a second, I was out of here. I just had to have the opportunity, then I'd be out the door and gone from this place. I knew the electronic lock on the patio door was disabled as I had repeatedly watched people step outside to smoke or get things from their car and come back in as they pleased. I didn't even care about my wallet, my car, my keys.. I'd figure all of that out once I was outside. Hopefully I'd be able to flag someone down and get them to take me to a police station or something... anything. I had to get out of here before I was taken down to that dungeon. I knew what was waiting for me down there. All of those people, all bidding on who got to do what to me. I couldn't be put through that. I'd already been through so much, but I still had a bit of pride left in me and I was going to put all of my focus on that as I made my escape. I convinced myself that in just a short amount of time I'd be free from all of this and working on rebuilding my life, making all of this a horrible distant memory. In time I'd forget all about it, wouldn't I?

We reached the bedroom and, just before walking in, I received my instructions.

"When we get inside here, I want you to strip down naked. You will get on all fours on the bed, then I'll put the toys out in front of you. Until I stop you, you'll play with those toys in every conceivable way. Nod if you understand."

I nodded since the collar was still on and we walked into the bedroom. Cameras were everywhere, all focusing on the bed with silk red sheets on it. Hanging up in the corner was a sexy, short dress and also some lingerie, which I figured was intended to by my outfit for the "main event" as it was continuously referred to down in the dungeon. 

'Not a chance that was going to happen, sorry to disappoint everyone', I kept telling myself, dripping with sarcasm even in my mind's voice.

I stood next to the bed and slowly removed my maid's uniform. Before I started, my Master came over and removed the locks from the black platform high heels I'd been wearing all night. I slid them off and instantly felt immense relief. I stood on my flat feet for the first time in roughly eight hours and it felt amazing. I was enjoying the feeling a bit too much apparently as I finally felt a small warning zap through my collar. The damn collar was still on.

First I removed my "COCK SLUT" pink apron by untying the bow in the back and letting it fall to the floor. I roughly grabbed the edges of my short black skirt when I heard my Master clear his throat and twirl his fingers. Getting the message I slowed down and slowly pulled down the skirt while doing my best to sway my hips from side to side. I was sure it looked terrible, but it's what he and apparently the people downstairs wanted. Once I had the skirt all the way pulled down I stayed bent over for a moment, letting the cameras take in the thong straining over the massive plug in my pussy. I stood back up and did another little dance while removing the pink thong. My legs chilled a bit as I felt it slide over my stockinged legs. I looked in the mirror and saw my tight ass framed by the garters, the pink plug in my ass... *sigh*, my pussy... looking almost as if it belonged at this point, given my ridiculously slutty outfit. I made sure not to look at myself for too long and went to unsnapping the garter belt from my stockings.

One after the other they came off and the stockings began to sag a bit on my smooth legs. I sat on the bed, which caused an immediate reminder that there was an intruder in my pussy, and slowly removed them, then stood and twirled, causing the garter straps to fly up and twirl with me. Sadly, I was getting more comfortable with the idea of stripping on camera and was getting better at it. I pulled the garter belt off, leaving just the black lace corset. I slowly walked over to my Master and turned around as I felt him untie and loosen the corset, then let it drop off of me. Now I was just left standing in the middle of the bedroom with my collar on... my fake breasts straining against my chest, my penis tucked away under my fake pussy that was still looking as if the lips were swollen and wet. Looking in the mirror I looked hotter than any of the girls I had shagged before, and I'm sure the people downstairs were enjoying the view.

Finally I felt my Master unbuckling the penis gag in my mouth, then an extreme amount of pressure at my pussy as the plug was swiftly removed. A surge of soreness came rushing back into me once the plug was removed and my hole tried to regain its previous shape as I staggered towards the bed, feeling my breasts swaying and bouncing as I walked. Using the bed, I placed my hands down to sturdy myself, giving the cameras a wonderful view of my now gaping pussy. Finally, the moment I had been waiting for came.

My Master put his hand on the back of my head and shoved me down on the bed. Then I heard the wonderful sound of keys jingling, followed by him grasping the lock on the back of my collar. With a quick turn, I felt the lock remove and finally my neck was free from that awful mechanism, and, in turn, I would soon be free from his control. Trying to be patient, I remained bent over on the bed. I began to climb up on the bed, acting as if I were still behaving as told, when I heard my Master briefly leave the room and head to the adjoining bathroom. Now was my chance.

Knowing people were downstairs watching on camera, I had to be quick. I jumped up off of the bed and raced to the door, swinging it wide open. I heard my Master stir and drop the collar that he had been examining in the light of the bathroom, but by the time he had made it out of the bathroom I was halfway down the stairs. I looked to my left and could see the patio door across the living room. I jumped down the stairs two at a time, each time I jumped I felt the metal gripping my nipples under my breasts tugging, but I didn't care as I knew the pain would be worth it once I was outside and free.

Once I made it to the bottom of the stairs, I heard a commotion coming from the basement and the sound of people at the base of those stairs, getting ready to come up. The door to the basement was in between me and the front door, with the kitchen just off to the side, looking out on the backyard. I raced across the room, seeing the heads of a few of the men running up the stairs and slammed into the patio door, throwing it open. I paused for just a moment to get my bearings and figure out where to go next. There was a pool directly in front of me and a large privacy fence wrapping all the way around the backyard. Finally I saw where I needed to go when I noticed a cable box in the back left corner, right up against the fence. I could stand on there and jump the fence, then be on my way to freedom.

The grass was a bit wet from the rain we'd had earlier in the day, but my traction was holding well, thankfully. Halfway across the lawn I looked back and saw two of the men flying out of the patio door in pursuit of me, but I didn't care, I was almost gone. A few steps from the cable box I jumped, planning on landing on the cable box then one more jump over the fence to my freedom. Once I was over the fence I'd be able to run and hide until I could find some help - I'd have so many options on where to go they'd never find me, plus I'd be out in public where I doubt these prominent men and women would want to be seen kidnapping someone. However, to my horror, as my left foot landed on the green cable box, it hit directly in a small puddle on the top of it. Combining that with the speed I was running as well as the wetness already on my foot, I slid across the cable box and landed between it and the fence. In no time the two men that had been chasing me were on top of me, one grabbing my arms, the other my legs, and carried me back inside. I watched with tears in my eyes as the backyard slowly disappeared from my sight, then the patio door slammed as I was brought back inside my own personal hell. I was so close, just one more secured step and I would be racing through the neighborhood right now, never to look back. But instead, here I was, back inside at this obscene party where I was the sex toy for their entertainment. I looked at the fire in my Master's eyes as I was deposited back inside and knew that I was going to pay a severe price for that risk. I was more scared than ever before.

He directed them to carry me straight upstairs and into the bathtub, then again left me alone with him. My wig was torn off as the water was turned on. He threw a sponge and some peppermint scented soap at me, then barked at me to clean all the grass and mud off of myself. Shockingly I hadn't been punished any more than what I predicted I'd already have been going through had I stayed and not tried to escape.

Once I had cleaned myself, I dried off and came out of the bathroom. Immediately after leaving the bathroom I felt the sting of a hand slap me across the face, knocking me to my knees, then felt my Master roughly pick me back up standing. He was angry, but he never said one word to me. He didn't have to.

He went to the clothes that were hanging in the corner of the room and threw them on the bed. He then proceeded to throw each item at me and make me put them on, piece by piece, until fully dressed.

First was a skimpy red thong with thin white stripes running diagonally across it. I pulled it up my legs and into place only to have my Master come up to me and strongly pull it further upwards, digging the thong between my cheeks and into me. I reached for it to pull it out but my hands were slapped away. 

Next up was a peppermint striped garter dress. I pulled it on and looked in the mirror, doing a circle to look at just what I had been made to put on. The top was a red halter top that my Master tied behind my neck. There was a lacy under-wire bust that propped up my fake breasts, with a red bow positioned in between them. Underneath the bust it was striped diagonally like a candy cane down to the white lace and ruffles at the bottom. Turning around I could see that the back cut away, exposing my entire backside as bows similar to the one between my breasts were spread out around the lace and ruffled bottom with one at each hip and another resting just above where the dress cut away to show my ass off to anyone behind me. White garters reached out of the bottom of the dress that appeared lacy as well with red stitching going down the middle.

With the dress on I was sat down on the bed. Master came over to me and handed me some white fishnet stockings. Having never dealt with putting on the fishnets I struggled mightily for a while until I finally struggled through getting them on and pulled up my legs. They were a bit short, so I had to pull the tips up for them to reach the garters, which took some time as well as they kept slipping out of my hands. Finally I got all eight of the garters snapped into place, four on each leg. My Master came and placed some red high heels at my feet which were steeper than any of the others I'd worn, probably six inches and when I put my feet in it felt like they were stuck straight up and down. I didn't know how I'd stand on these, let alone do any walking... and obviously another attempt at running away would be gone. But I slid my feet in and watched as he clasped four white padlocks onto each heel, once again imprisoning me in them.

Again he went to the corner of the room and grabbed the other outfit. He returned and threw it at me. I held it out in front of me and saw that it was a red mini dress. It had long sleeves that had black lace stitching detail up them. At the bottom few inches of the dress there was a black latex material that was going to obviously cause the dress to tighten around my crotch and ass. The bust of the dress was fairly low cut and figured to show off the cleavage that my garter dress was already enhancing.

I slid the dress on and had to wiggle my hips to get it in place. Once it was on I was placed on my feet in front of the mirror and the cameras and made to walk as if I were on a catwalk, walking down towards the mirror with the camera mounted on it, turning with a pause and walking back. Walking was quite the challenge given the steepness of the heels, but I managed it. Looking at myself in the mirror I was ashamed to say that, if I saw a woman wearing this kind of outfit out on the street, I'd probably throw myself at her. I cringed as I thought of myself as the woman in that scenario... then cringed even more when thinking about the scenario I'd soon be in down in the dungeon with all those eyes on my every move.

I was once again sat down in front of the makeup table. The makeup was put on thick by my Master this time. Heavy red lipstick, some dark eye shadow and thick eyeliner, making my eyes look deep and slutty. He took out a long blond wig and placed it on my head, securing it in place. I felt the hair going down to at least my shoulder blades in the back.

My hands were placed on the table in front of me and I watched as he took false nails and glued them over my fingernails. The nails he was gluing on were a deep red with white tips. They were fairly long and felt very strange when I tried to make a fist as the nails made it nearly impossible. He then had me stick out my tongue and I felt him remove the pink penis tongue piercing, only to quickly replace it with an identical red one. Thinking I was done I began to stand, only to be pushed back down in the chair. My arms were secured to the side of the chair with cuffs that were attached to the legs, just under the seat. I began to panic, not knowing what was going on, then saw him pull out some kind of a needle gun. He expertly went to both of my ears and, to my shock, pierced both lobes, twice in each. As my ears were throbbing, I saw him pull out a few pairs of earrings. In the bottom piercing, he put long earrings that, when I looked closer, I saw that they had silver handcuffs at the bottom. In the top piercing he placed some smaller red earrings that hung off a silver chain that was about half the length of the one holding the handcuffs. He had me shake my head from side to side as I heard the faint dings of the earrings colliding with each other.

Once my jewelry was in place, I was stood up and saw my Master go to the nightstand drawer. He pulled out a black collar that, with red lettering, again read "SLUT" across the front and again on the back. He placed it on my neck and again I saw him holding what appearing to be some kind of remote control. I watched him press a button and braced for a zap of electricity as was the case with the old collar I had to wear, but instead nothing happened. Slowly I started to notice that the collar seemed to be getting smaller. Eventually it was beginning to constrict my air flow and I started to panic and claw at the collar, but it was locked in the back and was becoming extremely tight. Finally it was to the point where I could hardly gasp for air and was beginning to fade from consciousness when I saw him press another button and immediately the collar returned to its previous state and air rushed back into my lungs.

Happy with himself and getting his message across, he opened the door to the bedroom and led me out. I cautiously made my way down the stairs and across the living room. I glanced at the patio door and out into the backyard, remembering how terrifyingly close I had been to escaping, but now looking at myself... caught deeper than ever before, making my way downstairs to the wolves and bitches that awaited my presence, not knowing what I was about to be exposed to. We reached the basement stairs and I again cautiously made my way down them. 

I made it to the base of the stairs and was shocked to see how much the room had changed from how I previously had known it. Whereas before it was more of a bare, simplistic dungeon, it was now looking more like a stage. Plush red couches were scattered around the room with people sitting in them, all facing towards a makeshift stage on black wood. On the stage portion of the room I could see a few pieces of furniture. In the middle was a full size bed with red silk sheets on it. Around the bed I could see a black metal frame with a top railing. At the headboard I could see various cuffs and chains hanging down and all around the bed there were cameras strategically placed with little red lights on to show that they were currently on and recording. There was a padded sawhorse with more padding running along the sides, I assumed for a person to kneel on. The last thing I saw was some kind of a swing hanging down from the ceiling with cuffs connected part of the way up the chains, theoretically holding the person in place. I'd never seen such things and couldn't imagine that someone had spent the time to design and create them, nevertheless someone else purchase them. But that was all before I had met this demented "Master" of mine and was made to be a pawn in his games.

While I was busy staring at all of the furniture, all of the people on the couches were busy staring at me. I was nudged/pushed up onto the stage and saw myself appearing on the massive television screens all around the room and also behind the stage. Suddenly the vulgar comments started coming from everywhere...

"Come on baby, lift up that dress and show us the goods!"

"Damn, I can't wait to get a piece of that ass!"

"I'm gonna tear that up!"

"Hope she ain't got plans next week - she won't be walkin for days!"

They were coming from all over the place and I could never find the person who said it in time to identify them and try to avoid them. Finally my Master quieted everyone down and got their attention.

"Quiet down please, everyone. Now, as you can see, our previous maid Candi has returned as our slutty Candi, and she is ready to make everyone in here's fantasy become a reality. If you weren't able to win one of the bids or, if you did win and just want more of my newest toy, then come find me and I'm sure we can arrange a night or weekend sometime in the near future where she will be all yours."

I hadn't been focusing on what he was saying until I heard the last sentence. He was going to rent me out? To these... these... animals? For a weekend? I couldn't imagine what I'd be put through during a weekend with someone like Jerome. I didn't have too much time to dwell on that horror though as he continued on speaking.

"Ok - so first things first, let's get to those bids, shall we? Let's see - first we'll take care of Candi's first spanking, which I believe will be suitable given the events from earlier and her disobedience."

The crowd began laughing and applauding as I was led over to the padded sawhorse. I hesitated in putting my knees up on the padding on the side rails, but felt the collar begin to tighten and immediately placed my knees on the rails and scooted forward. My chest was now resting on the horse portion lengthwise and my ass was hanging off the end. I felt my mini dress being pulled up over my hips and suddenly people were whistling from the audience. My hands and legs were secured by the cuffs all around me.




Trapped and Trained Ch. 08



"The winner for Candi's first spanking is... Kevin! With a bid of $950. Kevin, come on up here and claim your prize!"

I saw Kevin smiling wide as he stood and walked up onto the stage.

"The rules for the spanking are simple. You have a choice. You can either spank her with your bare hand 40 times or with this paddle 20 times. Or you can always do 20 with your hand and 10 with the paddle, the choice is yours."

Kevin moved behind me and I felt his hands caressing my ass cheeks. Suddenly, without warning, I felt the sting of a bare hand slamming down on my ass. I squealed and jerked on my bonds but there was no give to them. He wasted no time and immediately unleashed 19 more strikes with his hands before finally pausing. My cheeks were on fire and tears were starting to fall from my eyes. I looked in the mirror and noticed that none of my makeup was running... it must have been water resistant. How thoughtful. While looking in the mirror I saw something raise up behind me. It was long, flat and black with small holes in it, then it suddenly came down with so much force that I could hear it on its descent. I figured out that it was the paddle once it struck me on my ass and the pain from it was twice as bad as the pain from his bare hand. He again wasted no time and swiftly gave me 9 more strikes on my ass cheeks as I was now sobbing on the sawhorse, pleading with him to stop as the crowd cheered on every strike to my bright red ass. Once he was finally finished he took a mocking bow as he stepped off the stage. My Master took his place and again spoke.

"Wonderfully done Kevin, she has definitely learned a lesson about trying to leave such an entertaining party without permission. Next up will be Candi's first handjob, which has been won by... James with a bid of $1,200! James, come on up and let's see what these magic hands of Candi's can do for you. Careful though, we'll have to keep an eye on her as I know she'll be tempted to wrap not only her hands but those luscious lips of hers on your member, but that's not for you."

I hardly heard what he said through my sobs, but was just glad to feel the cuffs loosened on me and to be taken off of that dreaded sawhorse. I turned around and saw that James had removed his pants and boxers and was now standing with limp 5" penis hanging down. I walked over to him and was placed on my knees, now staring directly at his member. Again I felt the collar tug, so I reached up and took the penis in my hand, noticing my painted fingernails adding to my sluttiness as I did so.

I tried thinking back to the types of things I used to enjoy when women would do this for me. I started by just stroking it long enough for it to get hard and saw it harden up to a solid 7" and so thick that I could hardly wrap my whole hand around it. Once it was fully hard my Master came over and had me hold out my hands, then poured some kind of thick liquid onto them, which I found out was lube once I started stroking his cock again. I heard him starting to moan a bit as I sped up, then groaning loudly when I used my other hand to start massaging his testicles. His cock started to pulsate and throb in my hands before he finally screamed that he was going to cum. He took hold of his cock over my hand and directed it straight at my chest and shot a long, thick stream of cum all over my chest and the front of my dress, the whiteness of the cum contrasting with the redness of my dress. Spent, he collapsed back in the chair for a moment before standing up and pulling his pants back up with a huge smile across his face as he walked back into the crowd.

Looking into the crowd I noticed that not everyone was still just sitting on the couches, but some people were beginning to entertain themselves as I was obviously causing some horniness amongst them. My Master noticed this too and made an announcement.

"Yes, by all means, enjoy yourselves. There's only one rule. By Candi's request, she would like to have all of the cum that is deposited tonight, so ladies, if you take a load in any of your holes you are to immediately make your way up on stage and exchange it with Candi, regardless of what she is in the middle of doing."

My jaw dropped at his announcement of me requesting to have all of the night's cum... how I could still be amazed by his announcements was beyond me, but in a way it was comforting as I was still not accustomed to this, which made me feel like I still had some of my manhood left in me.

"But anyways, let's move on to Candi's first facial. I know she's been looking forward to wrapping those lips around one of the cocks out there, so without any further delay, Bill is the lucky winner with a bid of $1400!"

I saw Bill stand and immediately recognized him as one of the men who restrained me for the demonstration earlier. His cock was already out of his pants and rock hard. I then looked back at the couch he had stood up from and saw a blond left bent over the couch with her skirt up. His cock was glistening under the lights, obviously fresh from fucking her.

I reached my hand out for his cock and noticed how slimy it felt from the pussy it was just removed from. I stroked it for a few minutes before feeling his hands make their way to the back of my head and start applying pressure. I resisted but then felt tightness in my neck so eventually gave way as I began to gasp for air. The pressure released, but now his cock was at my lips and forcing its way in. I smelled the pussy from the blond on the couch remaining on his cock as I opened my mouth and took it in, tasting her juices in the creases of his member. He immediately groaned and grabbed the back of my head roughly, holding it in place while he aggressively thrust in and out, shoving his rock hard cock deep down my throat. Thankfully, I guess, since he was already primed by the blonde earlier he couldn't last long and I felt his cock starting to twitch. He pulled out and held my head in place with one hand while he aimed his cock directly at my face with the other. His cock spasmed one last time and then shot a massive load of cum all over my nose, cheeks and mouth. Thinking he was done he let go, only to have one more stream shoot out and onto the front of my dress once again, mixing with the drying cum from moments earlier.

Smiling he zipped up his pants and walked back to the blond. She immediately took out his cock and started again rubbing it on her pussy and I watched as it amazingly became hard once again and he bent her over the couch to prepare her for another pounding. My Master again took the stage.

"A great showing, albeit a short one, Bill. But looks like you're already onto your encore with Kristi back there. Now that Candi's dress is a mess, we'll have to remove it."

My Master's hands roughly grabbed me and pulled the dress up and over my head. Somehow I felt even more embarrassed as I now stood there in front of everyone in my garter belt dress. People whistled and cat calls again came from the audience as my Master continued on.

"Now it's time for Candi's first swallow, which is awarded to none other than Jerome with a bid of $1900. Candi and Jerome have already become quite close on their first night, so this should be quite a show I think."

When I heard his name, fear coursed through me. Jerome, anyone but Jerome. The hulk of a man walked up on stage and roughly picked me up, then placed me on the swing on my back with my face towards the crowd, my head hanging off the end of the swing forcing me to hold it up. He walked around and grabbed my legs, cuffing them in place, then did the same with my arms. He then walked around behind my head and pulled out his semi hard cock, letting it land on my face and telling me to lick it.

It was so massive that it felt like there was a small weight resting on my face, but I did as I was told given my situation and held out my tongue. It was difficult in the position I was in and I could only really lick the bottom, but he seemed to be just wanting to entertainment value. Finally he told me to open my mouth and I felt him slide his cock in, but it was so massive that it completely filled my mouth and my lips strained to encase it. He smiled as he began to push the swing, forcing his cock out of my mouth, then pulling the swing back to shove it back in. He was just playing games with me as none of this would ever be enough to get him off, but he paid the money, so it was his show I suppose.

Finally he started becoming aroused and the smile went away, replaced by an angry look on his face. He stopped pushing and pulling on the swing and instead roughly grabbed my face. He shoved his cock all the way down my throat, causing me to gag and then he pulled it out. He slapped me across the face for gagging, appearing to take it as an insult, then again shoved his cock down my throat. It took everything I had but I was able to fight off my gag reflex. He then moved his hands down to my breasts and gripped them to push the swing back and forth at an incredible rate, his cock assaulting my mouth as he thrust forward to meet the swing each time. He was groaning and calling me vulgar names before finally his words became sparse and the pace somehow sped up. Finally he gripped my breasts hard, causing me to squeal into his cock as he held it deeply impaled inside of my mouth as I felt the cum surging through his member. The force of his ejaculation nearly caused me to choke as it rushed down my throat and filled up my mouth as he slowly started to slide in and out of my mouth again, coaxing out the rest of his cum. The cameras that were zoomed in on the swing showed cum leaking out of my mouth and the crowd began to chant for me to swallow. Not having any other choice I slowly started to choke the cum down bit by bit, the saltiness and sheer volume nearly triggering me to vomit but I eventually got it all down.

Jerome moved out of the way only for me to see a line of three women. The first rushed up to the swing and immediately sat her pussy down on my face. Not knowing what to do I began to lick her juices until I noticed a different flavor mixing in before suddenly a rush of cum flowed out of her pussy and into my mouth. The start of the deposits of cum, it dawned on me. Once she was finished she lept off of my face and immediately the next was on top of me. I tried licking her pussy but she slapped my breasts and adjusted herself to have her asshole directly in front of me. I saw the speck of white appearing and then had my face shoved into her ass as I licked her hole clean of some very potent cum. She too jumped off and the next woman walked up to me. Her clothing was still on so I was confused for a moment before she pinched my nose and put her lips to mine. I felt her tongue forcing its way inside of mine and then felt her spit a massive load of cum into my mouth. She took her mouth away and closed her hand over my mouth until it was all swallowed down. The crowd again cheered as the cameras showed no signs of cum in my mouth, all knowing that it was now sitting inside my stomach, mixing with Jerome's massive load that I had just been forced to take as well.

I was already exhausted and gasping for air as I felt myself being taken out of the swing. I was placed on the bed on my stomach and felt pillows being placed underneath my stomach. I was then cuffed spread eagle on the bed with my face facing the crowd. Jason came out of the crowd, one of the other men who had restrained me earlier, and took a place behind me. He apparently had won the bid for my virginity as I felt him pulling the deeply nested thong out from between my ass cheeks and to the side.

He had already lubed up his cock, either with actual lube or with some woman's pussy in the crowd, I didn't know which and I really didn't care. My pussy was still gaping from the plug, but his cock was thick so I still felt it expanding my hole as he slid inside of me. The crowd cheered at my facial expression as the realization hit me that there was a real cock now thrusting in and out of me. Tears welled up in my eyes as he gripped my waist under my garter dress and began pounding my pussy. Before I could beg for him to stop there were two more women in front of me, both holding their hands over their pussies. One climbed onto the bed and placed her pussy under my face. Knowing what to do I obediently ate her out and found the hidden cum that was buried deep inside of her. To my surprise she was in the middle of eating out the other woman and I saw he eat the cum out of her pussy and thought that I was getting a small relief, only to have her turn all the way around and start to make out with me from underneath me. Again a tongue made its way inside my mouth and then cum was spit deep down into my throat.

While this was happening Jason was really going at it behind me. His balls were making a very audible sound as they were now smacking against my thighs. Sweat was starting to drip from his face as his grip tightened on my hips and he buried his cock deep down inside me. Suddenly I felt a warmth coursing through my body and his cock spasming inside of me, knowing that he was depositing his seed in my pussy. He pulled out and moved around to my front when my Master walked back out onto the stage.

"Jason won both Candi's virginity as well as her first pussy to mouth, and he has elected to combine them."

With that I looked in front of me and saw his slimy cock sitting directly in front of me. He gripped the back of my head and thrust it in my mouth. I tasted the mixture of my ass and his cum as he slid it in and out, the redness of my lipstick still staining his cock. After ten minutes or so of this he again sped up his pace before holding my head deep down on his cock. The familiar spasms began as my eyes widened and he shot a secondary load down my throat. He pulled out as I gasped for air.

In the back of the room I heard two more men grunting as they were double teaming a brunette. They both stopped at the same time, one deep inside her pussy, the other deep inside her ass, obviously depositing their cum inside of her. She jumped off of them and smiled as she sauntered up on the stage. I was untied and placed on my back as she climbed on the bed. She took her hand away from her pussy and I saw a pool of the cum already in her hand as she fed it to me. She leaned in close and whispered in my ear.

"I've been busy - there's four loads in my pussy and three more in my ass. Hope you're hungry."

With that she climbed on my face. The volume of cum inside her was more than I had thought humanly possible as I felt my stomach filling up with all of the cum from the men at the party. I couldn't take any more, it was just too much. Then my Master was up on the stage.

"Now for the real fun - we're moving into the time rentals of Candi. These will take place upstairs in one of the bedrooms, but don't worry, there are plenty of cameras in there for us to enjoy the show down here. The winner of the first half hour with Candi, with a whopping bid of $5,200, is... well, this is a bit of a surprise. It's Britney!"

Britney... that bitch who raped my mouth earlier and made me lick her ass and pussy, all of which was a distant memory now while in reality it was just hours ago. She made her way to the stage and took the control for my collar from my Master, then snapped a leash onto my collar. She headed towards the stairs and tugged on the leash, coaxing me to follow her. As we walked up the stairs I looked up to see that I was staring directly under her dress and that she was no longer even bothering with wearing the skimpy black thong she had on earlier in the night. Her pussy was swollen and looked like it had been freshly fucked. As we reached the top of the stairs she called back down.

"Almost forgot - hey Veronica, you coming? They said anything goes!"

At the bottom of the stairs a black haired beauty showed. She too was wearing a black dress, but it couldn't go down all the way because of the red strap-on that was jutting out underneath it. She looked up the stairs and smiled.

"Thought you'd forgotten about me! Now I can finish what I started with that pussy of yours while this little slut helps."

She passed me on the stairs and gave me a harsh slap on the ass, causing me to jump and the crowd cheered as we made it up to the spare bedroom. We walked inside and I saw sex toys and fetish gear all over the room. It was dimly lit but I could see the red lights of cameras spread throughout the room.

Immediately once we walked through the doors I was pushed towards the bed and bent over it. A spreader bar was placed between my legs and then I was bent backwards to cuff my arms to it behind me. I was pushed onto the carpet with my hair partially blocking my view, but I watched as Veronica stripped Britney's dress off of her. Britney got on all fours and crawled over to me, her pussy now directly over my face. Veronica lined up directly behind her, with her body now over mine, and began to slowly fuck Britney with her strap on. This went on for the next ten minutes, while they would periodically stop and Britney would slide her now dripping wet pussy all over my face or Veronica would take her strap-on and force it inside my mouth, then they would go right back to fucking as if I weren't even there.

Finally Britney started losing control and was turning into a sex maniac as Veronica fucked her. She lost herself in a hysteric orgasm before finally Veronica removed the strap-on and Britney collapsed on top of me, her cum covered pussy landing directly on my mouth. Not knowing what to do I just sat there until I felt Veronica squeezing my nipples.

"Well, what the fuck are you waiting for slut, clean her up!"

I wanted to scream from the pain from my nipples being squeezed, but with Britney's pussy on my mouth that wasn't an option. I began to lick all around her pussy and again heard her start to moan and begin to grind her pussy on my tongue. Veronica had removed the strap-on and was sliding it up my legs.

"Well, since you're a bitch now, this will have to do."

She secured the strap on around my waist, over my dress and laughed at the site of the strap-on sticking out from me. She rubbed her pussy for a minute and then slid on top of the dildo. In no time at all she was bouncing up and down on top of me, her perfect breasts now flopping out of her dress and bouncing freely as well. Here I was in a fetish room with a knockout blond grinding her pussy on top of me and a gorgeous black haired woman getting off on me, but I was dressed up like a bimbo and not getting to use my actual cock at all. It was a fantasy situation that was playing out like a nightmare.

Britney turned around on top of me and was now fondling Veronica's breasts while she rode the dildo and Britney continued to grind on my face. Veronica was speeding up her rhythm now as she obviously neared orgasm. Finally she screamed out and squeezed my breasts with all of her might while, at the same time, Britney experienced her own orgasm as I screamed into her gushing pussy.

They both climbed off of me and uncuffed me. I thought of trying to run again, but the combination of the collar and the heels made that obviously impossible now. I was trapped. They threw up up on the bed on my back and tied my wrists to the headboard. They then took chains that were attached to the headboard and cuffed my ankles to them, raising my ankles up above my head. Veronica took the strap-on that was now dripping with her and Britney's cum and placed in my mouth, securing it behind my head to keep it in place. She then went to one of the table and started picking through the toys and fetish accessories laid out for them.

When she came back she had her devious smile back on her face. I was so vulnerable in this position and was trembling in fear now. She held in front of her what looks like clamps, then began to tease my nipples. Seeing what was about to happen I begged into the gag, but even if what I was saying was understandable it would be of no use. She laughed as she clamped both of my nipples and watched me squirm and buck, trying to get the clamps to come undone. Britney had now come back from the table as well and was holding something in her hand. It was a bucket of ice, but the ice wasn't what she was interested in. Inside the bucket, buried under the ice, was something made of glass. She pulled it out and it looked like a glass candy cane, but it obviously had other intentions. She took it and began to tease the outside of my pussy. I jumped as the coldness of the glass and again pleaded into my gag for them to let me go. That seemed to turn her on as she slowly began to work the frigid item into me. As long as it was moving it was somewhat bearable, but every time she would stop the coldness would settle in and it would be pure torture. Finally she shoved it all the way in so that just the cane portion was hanging out. At that time a buzzer went off in the room.




Trapped and Trained Ch. 08



Then they left. I was left alone in this room with my nipples throbbing and my pussy aching from the cold phallic shaped object inserted in it. I couldn't call out for help since I was trapped with the gag in my mouth tickling the back of my throat and I couldn't move as I was cuffed to the bed. I was totally helpless. And yet it was the best moment of the night since I was finally alone.

That bliss lasted only a few minutes as the door flung wide open. In walked three men and one woman, obviously all completely intoxicated. The woman was the only one wearing any clothing and she was just wearing a thong that was barely large enough to cover her pussy. It apparently was a light blue at one point but was now a dark blue from the wetness of her pussy and likely the cum that had been shot inside her and leaked out.

The two white men immediately walked over to the bed where I was while the black man had his attention more focused on the brunette they walked in with. He ripped her thong completely off and threw her down on the bed next to me. While there was fear in my eyes about what they were going to do to me, there was nothing but lust and excitement looking back at me out of hers. She looked me up and down and gave a tug on my nipple clamps, then laughed as she watched me squirm against the cuffs holding me in such a humiliating position to no avail. Her laughing stopped as the black man behind her, Tyrone, smacked her on the ass and lined his massive cock up with her pussy, then pulled her back on it fully as she moaned in pleasure.

The two other men were busy arguing over who got to do what to me first. Finally they apparently agreed and the man with the larger cock, David, moved onto the bed at the base of me while the man with the smaller cock, Michael, began to take the gag out of my mouth. While they were doing this the brunette next to me, Janelle, was getting absolutely pummeled by Tyrone's cock, which made the cocks of the two men getting ready to use me look like a baby carrot. It apparently was getting to be a bit too much for Janelle as her moans were slowly starting to turn from moans of pleasure to having hints of pain in them. Tyrone just plowed on and told her to keep quiet, then looked at me and told me that I'd be next once the other two had "warmed up up" for him. I had been scared before but now I was downright terrified as I watched the expression of pain that was now on Janelle's face as she was brutally fucked before my eyes.

I didn't have enough time to worry about that as the gag was slipped out of my mouth. Before I could work out the soreness my jaw was developing, Michael was straddling my face in between my outstretched arms and underneath my legs, pressing him up against me and forcing his cock deep in my throat. As he began to rape my mouth, I saw David on his feet preparing to make use of my vulnerable pussy. Looking at the position I was in I could see that this was a prime position for extremely deep penetration. His cock was a solid 6", but at this angle it felt more like 8 inches and felt like his cock was in my cum filled stomach once he was fully inserted. I groaned into Michael's cock as they both pounded away at my holes without mercy, obviously wanting to make the most of the hour that they had.

Janelle was now squealing in pain and beginning to beg for a break from Tyrone, who finally pulled his huge cock out of her. She collapsed on the bed, but had enough energy to scoot up next to me and watch from inches away as Michael's cock slid in and out of my throat. She began whispering in my ear.

"Mmmm, yea baby, just like that. Work your tongue around the head of his penis, he loves that. You see Tyrone over there? The whole way up the stairs he was talking about fucking that ass, oops, I mean pussy of yours. He has been going crazy over you all night and he's an animal once he gets going. You probably won't even be able to walk for days after he gets through with you, especially propped up as you are right now. You think David feels like a monster - just you wait!"

As she was whispering these frightening details of what was going to happen to me at Tyrone's hands, Michael and David were both working up quite a sweat while fucking me. David was holding onto my garter straps while he was fucking me for leverage while Michael's hands had a firm grip on the sides of my head, slamming it back into the headboard as he fucked my mouth with no let up. They were both going at an incredible pace now until David finally began smacking me hard on the ass as he shot a load deep inside of my pussy. Hearing David climax was enough to push Michael over the edge as he pulled out and shot his load of cum all over my chest and neck.

As soon as the cum hit my chest, Janelle's face was all over it lapping it up. Once she had it all licked up and in her mouth she came over to me and made me open my mouth. She then hovered high above me and allowed the cum to ooze from her mouth on a long string and finally fall into my awaiting mouth. Quickly she came down and began to make out with me, stealing the cum from my mouth only to give it back time after time until it had all disappeared.

Watching this was enough to make Tyrone's rod hard again and I squirmed on the bed as I saw him stroking his cock and eying my gaping pussy. Janelle disengaged from our kiss and moved down for a better look, taking his member in her hands and lining the head up with my pussy. She put the head right at the opening and I felt Tyrone begin to apply pressure, which was enough to make me feel as though I was going to be split in two as I watched the head disappear inside me. Tyrone groaned as he pulled it out.

"Damn, this bitch is still tight. I'll have to go slow so I don't blow my load too quick. I wanna take my time with you."

Whatever they mean by the phrase "music to my ears", this was the exact opposite. He slowly and achingly worked his massive cock inside me, inch by inch, until all 10 inches of the thick monster were sitting inside of me. Janelle clapped and looked amazed.

"Oh Candi! Look at you, taking that whole cock. It took me months before I could take that whole thing in my pussy. You're a natural!"

I hated her and the fact that she was adding to my humiliation, though it would be tough to get much worse than being tied to a bed in a slutty candy striped garter dress, 6 inch high heels, a penis tongue ring and all of the cum sloshing around in my belly. Somehow she was still making it worse.

"Pull it out, Ty baby. I wanna see how much you opened her up."

With her encouragement he slowly eased the thick snake out of my pussy. Janelle cooed at the results, then again lined up his cock with my pussy.

"Okay baby, now get to it. We're running out of time."

She was right - with all of the time Michael and David took to get off and the time that Janelle had spent playing with me, Tyrone was going to have to hurry. I was praying for the sound of that buzzer, but it was like watching a clock slowly tick by, time practically standing still.

Once again the beast was fully inside of me, only now he didn't pause and immediately pulled it out until the tip was barely inside before pushing it all the way down again. I was in absolute agony, pleading with him to stop, that I didn't want this. Janelle got tired of hearing me complain so she went over to the toys and found an open ring gag that she worked into my mouth, propping my mouth wide open. She then pulled David over to her and let him fuck her pussy while she sucked and massaged Michael's cock with her hands. I knew where this was going. I again looked to the buzzer but got nothing in return.

Tyrone was turning into the animal that Janelle had warned me about. His powerful hands were crushing my thighs as he held them for additional power in his thrusts. His cock was splitting me in two and his grunts were becoming more and more forceful as were his strokes into me. I felt like I was on the verge of passing out when finally he pushed one final thrust all the way inside of me and I felt more cum gush out of his cock than what was already residing in my stomach. It just never seemed to stop. Even when he pulled it out, a few more streams made their way out of his cock on onto the stomach part of my dress, mixing in with the red and white stripes.

Watching this happen, Janelle immediately finished off David and Michael, who she was holding right on the verge of orgasm. As they came, she released my legs from their cuffs and then straddled my face with her pussy. She sat her pussy directly down on my mouth and played with her clit until the mixture of her cum and the cum sitting deep inside of her came gushing out into me, then quickly jumped down and spit the cum that was remaining in her mouth also into my mouth, knowing that I could do nothing to stop her from the gag.

Finally the buzzer rang and the four of them left with me panting and crying softly on the bed. I had been broken over and over again, and now I knew that I still had a "night with Candi" bid left to fulfill.

My Master came through the door with a huge smile on his face.

"Well, well, well Candi. You've been quite the hit! I've already had at least ten requests from people asking to rent you out, either for their own personal use or for a similar party that they want to throw! Now, you know there is still one bid left for you to fulfill, but since we are closing in on 4 in the morning, it wouldn't really be a "night with Candi" any longer. So I've spoken with the winner of that bid and he has agreed to let you recover for today and then he will pick you up at 7pm sharp tonight. You'll spend the night with him and please his every fantasy, then you'll be returned here by noon tomorrow morning. I know you're excited, but try to get some sleep for now. The guests have all left so you'll have to wait to fulfill the rest of your cravings for cum until tonight. Sweet dreams!"

My head was left spinning. On the one hand I was grateful that the night was over, that my use as the sex toy for this party was done. On the other hand I was still chained to a bed in this perverted maniac's house, and I was going to be rented out to another in the matter of about 15 hours. This couldn't be happening...

I drifted off to a combination of sleep and just passing out from exhaustion. I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly I was abruptly awoken by my Master.

"Rise and shine Candi - time to get you ready for your big night!"



Trapped and Trained Ch. 09



I was groggy from having passed out for so long. It took me a little while to blink away the fogginess in my eyes as I watched my Master walking into the room with a cloth bag in his hands. I craned my neck to my left and made out the time to be just past noon, so I'd been asleep for just over seven hours and now had just under seven hours before I was to be rented out for the night to some perverted high bidder who had won the auction for my services for the night.

My Master sat on the edge of the bed and pulled a medical looking jar from the bag as well as a syringe. I began to squirm but he just smiled as he rubbed an alcohol saturated cotton swab on my left thigh. "No worries" he said, "you won't want to be awake for this next part, trust me."

He drew out a healthy dose of whatever the medicine was into the syringe and then plunged it into my thigh. I squealed in pain and I could have sworn I felt the liquid burning through my veins. He quickly stood up and released my arms from the cuffs at the headboard, then pulled me to a sitting position. My arms burned as the blood rushed back through them. I was beginning to feel a bit dizzy as my Master picked me up to a standing position. He swung my arms over his neck and began to pick me up when I blacked out for good - the last thing I had felt being a stream of cum pouring out of my pussy and running down my inner thigh. Then it all went black.

When I came back around I noticed that I was sitting on the couch in the living room. The clock on the wall in front of me read that it was nearly 6:30. I had been out of it for over six hours - what could he possibly have done that would have taken six hours?! My limbs felt very weak still which I attributed to whatever drug he injected into me wearing off. I was incredibly confused as I looked down at what I was wearing - it was a black women's pea coat that went down to just above my knees as I sat, so it probably went just past the knee if I were standing. I tried unbuttoning it only to find that, instead of buttons, there were red padlocks fastening it together. Apparently my outfit was to be a surprise to me. I definitely felt some discomfort underneath the coat, so my worries of being nude underneath were put to rest. This time, at least, I thought to myself.

I could see to my left that I had some kind of a blond wig on. I could see the bangs just coming down over my eyebrows and it seemed long enough to go down to my shoulder blades from what I could tell as I shook my head back and forth to try and knock it off. That was never successful, but I always figured it was worth a try. The fake nails from the party had been removed, but in their place were bright red nails also with white tips. Peaking out from under the pea coat I could tell that I was wearing black stockings. On the front and back of the stockings I could see a thin red lace string that was woven from the bottom to what I could only assume was the top as it disappeared under the coat. My feet were once again locked inside of some high heels - this time they were red platforms with a black stiletto heel... it was hard to tell from sitting there but I guessed they were somewhere between 5 to 6 inches. Sadly I wasn't even too worried about walking in them... I knew I would be a bit wobbly, but I was becoming quite adept at walking in these uncomfortable shoes.

I shifted a bit on the couch as I was looking at what I could see of my outfit and noticed that my butt and lower back were both extremely sore. My lips also felt a bit different but it was hard to pinpoint exactly what the feeling was... they almost felt larger somehow, but at the same time they were somewhat numb. Before I could dwell on that for too long, my Master came into the room, apparently to check on me. He first walked to the window, probably checking to see if my company for the night was early, then walked in front of me.

"Ok Candi, I'll have to make this quick since it took you a bit longer to come out of that daze than I had anticipated. As you can see, I took the liberty of dressing you and getting you all dolled up for your big night out. Don't worry, I was a complete gentleman the entire time."

The smirk on his face told me otherwise, not to mention the fact that his pants were unzipped.

"Now, you'll probably notice a little tingling going on in your lips and mouth. I injected you with something that is a bit similar to collagen - it won't last nearly as long as the four to six months that collagen lasts, but it gives the same results. Hell, I'm getting hard just looking at those big luscious lips of yours. I went with a red that would match the rest of your outfit for your lips, figured that would make them real inviting for whoever sees you while you're out."

So that would explain the feeling in my lips - what an asshole! How could he inject me with something? Up to this point everything he'd done has been reversible, but he seemed to be getting a bit more adventurous. Then I heard the rest and discovered that he was becoming much more adventurous.

"You'll also feel some discomfort in your lower back and your pussy area. I'll go ahead and tell you - you now have a very sexy tramp stamp on your lower back, just between those dimples that men love to see back there. I won't spoil the surprise of what it is, but I can tell you that men are going to love it while they ride you from behind."

A tramp stamp? He gave me a fucking tattoo?! I've said he's gone too far dozens of times over all of this, but this was beyond anything I had ever imagined. Never in my life had I wanted a tattoo, but now I was given one against my will and I was sure that it was something I wouldn't exactly pick out for myself. My eyes must have been saucers, but he continued as if he had done nothing wrong.

"As for your pussy, well, that's one that I'm very excited about. You see, I made a couple small incisions on each side of your pussy, very close to the opening. Don't worry, I cleaned it up and put some paste over it, so there's no risk for any infections and nobody will even notice them. But, the exciting part is that I also put an electronic ring around your clit. Yes, I had to take it out of its confines to wash it, but don't worry, I tucked it back in and gave you that nice pussy that I know you love to look at between your legs. But your real pussy is where all the fun is at. You see, in those incisions I put two tiny sensors. Now, when I flip the switch on this little remote here, those sensors will start sending signals to the ring around your little clitty. Every time they send a signal, it will send an electronic pulse through your clit... which I can only assume is very uncomfortable. As time goes on, if the sensors aren't reset, they will begin sending more frequent and much, much more powerful signals to the ring. Oh, and if you attempt to remove the sensors or if you get too far away from the remote, which Kevin will have, then the ring will cut off circulation to your clit. As you can imagine - over a long period of time, that would be very bad."

I was still dazed about the news of my tramp stamp, but I did manage to catch the last half of what he was telling me and I was both amazed and furious at his creativity. He could be putting all of this creativity to use doing something good, but instead he was letting his perversions control him and, in turn, they were controlling me. This explained the discomfort I was feeling around my ass... pussy... at least, and was hopefully the last surprise I'd receive tonight.

"Now, this is very important Candi. The only way to reset the sensors is to push them apart for a decent amount of time. When they reset, you'll receive two sudden bursts to the ring, then you'll know they have reset. You can imagine what you'll have to do to push them apart - it's nothing you'd be able to do yourself, especially with those long nails you have, so you'll just have to find someone else that is willing to help you out in that area. Oh, and nobody except for you and I knows of this little wrinkle in tonight's plans - so to everyone else you'll just be a cock craving whore like everyone already knows you are!"

With that he flipped the switch on the remote and I jumped as I felt two quick bursts at the base of my imprisoned penis. I sat on the couch for what felt like a few minutes before I again felt a surge of electricity course through the ring and gain my undivided attention. It was painful, but it was quite bearable - I was confident that I wouldn't ever be in the position where I would be begging for someone to shove their cock up my pussy to relieve me of my predicament, so I wasn't too worried about this development. I was, however, still seething mad about the tramp stamp and would immediately be looking into laser treatment on that once I was finished here and had sued this man for all he's worth.

Just as another jolt was going through the ring around my cock, I heard a car horn honk in the driveway. My Master walked to the window and then turned to me.

"Alright Candi - show time! Remember, you're to do anything Kevin says as well as anyone that he gives that right to."

He stood me up and walked me to the door. Just before shoving me outside he handed me a small red clutch and told me to hand it to Kevin once I was in the car. Then he pushed me out the door and slammed it behind me. Hearing it lock I turned and saw an Escalade parked in the driveway. The windows were tinted and the headlights were shining directly on me, so I couldn't see inside to see what I was about to get myself into, but I knew that there was nothing that could be in there that would be a relief to me aside from a police officer and a change of clothes.

I walked to the passenger side door and attempted to open it only to find it locked. I tried the backdoor of the passenger side and the door swung open. The middle seats had been removed, leaving a big open space between the driver seats and the bench seat in the back. Two well built men were sitting on either side of the bench with a very small opening between them which I could only assume was my seat. Something pink was in the middle of them, but it was too dark for me to see what it was - perhaps a present for me. I looked to the front and saw Kevin eying me up and down as I stepped into the SUV. In the passenger seat sat the woman I hated the most in the world... Brittany. She had put me through hell the previous night and now I was going to have to deal with this bitch again? This night was already off to a horrible start.

I climbed into the Escalade and handed the red clutch to Kevin. He removed a ring of keys and stuffed them into his pocket, then threw it back at me and told me to hang onto it for the rest of the night as it had my makeup and some other items in it. Brittany chuckled and told me to take a seat in the back between Dave and James, who both has mischievous smiles on their faces as I made my way to the bench in the back. My jaw dropped when I finally saw what the pink item between them was.

The seat had been customized - there was a metal slab under the cushion and, where I was to sit, there was a hole cut out of the cushion. Through the hole they had pushed a long, ribbed, pink dildo, standing about six inches out of the seat and I'd assume that I'd take another inch or two as I sat down and the cushion sunk. I looked back to Brittany and faked a confused look... I knew exactly what was expected of me... and she just told me to take a seat.

I pulled the bottom of the pea coat up and saw the bottom of my red dress. It was extremely tight and felt like it was made of a combination of nylon and spandex. I couldn't see the entire dress, but I did see that the middle of the front was a mesh material where you could easily see through it and make out my belly button, which I saw had a silver chain dangling from it. Brittany chimed in from the front.

"Damn Candi, I can see your thong through that dress! That must be one of those 'window dresses' that I've heard about. They're really slutty - you'd never catch ME in one! Fits you just right though, slut."

She was right - I arched my back to look behind me and saw that the mesh material ran a strip right up my back, showing my black and red lace thong splitting my cheeks. It was also on the sides so that you could see the bows of the thong as well as the bows on my matching bra. I couldn't pull the coat up enough to see the rest of the dress, but that was enough to make me sick to my stomach. Brittany again implored me to sit down as we were running late just as another bolt of electricity coursed through my cock ring.

I reached under the dress and pulled down my thong over my stockings, just past my knees. Thankfully the dildo was well lubed as I centered my pussy over it and started to slide down. Dave, the man to my left, grew impatient and pushed my shoulders down roughly, forcing the pink cock up inside of me. I felt the warm leather against my ass cheeks and knew that I had the entire dildo in me now. As my Master had promised, I felt two short bursts come through the cock ring as the sensors must have reset. I suppose that was good news, though it was hard to look at that as a silver lining in my current predicament.

I swear Kevin took the bumpiest route possible to wherever we were going. He went through every neighborhood that had speed bumps and hit them going twice as fast as the limit suggested, causing me to routinely bounce up and down on the pink dildo as Brittany cackled uncontrollably in the front seat, watching me in the mirror. I was sitting so close to Dave and James that I had nowhere to put my hands so they would periodically land on one of their thighs as I was thrown around on the speed bumps and the turns before I slid back down on the dildo and back to my original position with my hands in my lap. Somewhere along the way, they both had unzipped their pants and pulled out their cocks. Coming to a stop light, Kevin slammed hard on the brakes, making me put my hands on both of their thighs as I lunged forward and then slammed back. They both grabbed my hands and moved them to their cocks, forcing me to wrap my fingers around them. Brittany turned around and snapped a picture to capture the moment, then told me to get to work.

For the next few miles I was forced to slowly jack them both off. If I began going too fast and they neared an orgasm they would slow me down for some reason. Finally we pulled into a parking lot of what I had always just thought was an old warehouse when Brittany unbuckled herself and came to the backseat. She took my hand from Dave's now throbbing cock and took it into her mouth. James removed my hand from his cock and then roughly grabbed the back of my neck, forcing me to bend over and take his cock in my mouth with the dildo still inside of me. As Brittany was sucking off Dave she worked her hand up my coat and dress and repeatedly pinched and pulled on my nipples, forcing me to squeal and beg for her to stop into James' cock. Finally I heard Dave groan and guessed that he was shooting his load into Brittany's mouth, which must have pushed James over the edge as he did the same. All seven inches of his cock began to twitch as he pushed my head down onto his cock with all of his might, then he shot a creamy load down my throat which I expertly swallowed without spilling a drop. Brittany grabbed the back of my head and pulled me up, immediately shoving her tongue inside of mine and exchanging the mouth full of cum she had residing in there to mine before breaking it off and watching me swallow it down. 

Brittany walked back up to the front seat and winked at Kevin, who rolled down his window and swiped some kind of a key card against a sensor. A garage door started to open and we drove down a ramp just inside the warehouse. It felt like we went down this winding ramp for a mile before we finally came to another door, which Kevin again swiped a keycard against, opening the door in front of us. The lot we drove into was extremely dark except for some pink rope lighting that went along the walls, creating a kind of path for you to follow. Kevin slid into a parking spot between a Porsche and a BMW, then shut off the engine. Wherever we were, it was time for the show to start apparently. James and Dave stood up first and made their way out of the car as I braced myself and slid up off of the dildo to get out of my seat. I paused as I pulled my thong back up into place, then pulled my dress and pea coat back down to conceal myself as much as possible.

As I got out of the SUV, Brittany was waiting and immediately interlocked her arm with mine and we started to walk in the direction of another door, and, yet again, Kevin flashed a keycard to enter. Wherever we were, you couldn't just wander into it mistakenly - you had to know exactly where you wanted to be. Inside of that door was a dark corridor with another door at the end, with a large black man waiting outside of it with a clipboard. Brittany walked us up to him, flashed him a wink and a smile and strode through the door. I felt the bouncer eying me up and down as I walked past him and was glad that Brittany hadn't offered my services to him as I could only imagine that his cock would be a mirror to that of Jerome's, which surely would have split me in half the night before had he won an auction to fuck my pussy instead of my mouth. Just as that thought was coursing through my mind I experienced yet another jolt through my clitty ring, a reminder that I was going to have to have something else shoved inside of me before too long. I was determined to fight it though.

Through that last door was something I hadn't expected - when it opened we were now in a massive club. Lights were flashing all over the place, the music was thumping so loud that I could feel my fake breasts vibrating and people were just everywhere wearing unbelievably revealing clothing. Almost on cue, Brittany turned to Kevin and retrieved the keys he had removed from my clutch earlier. She quickly unlocked the locks on my pea coat and ripped it off, leaving me standing there in my window dress. I could now see that the top was extremely low cut, showing off massive cleavage between my breasts leading up to spaghetti straps over my shoulders. Brittany put her hand on my back and I could feel that she was pressing against bare skin, meaning that it was cut so low in the back that the small of my back was at least exposed - and I already knew that there was a mesh window in the back showing off my thong. Out of the bottom of the dress I could see red garter straps sneaking out and snapping into my stockings. Brittany gave me a push to hint for me to walk and off we went through the masses of people dancing, chatting and I swore I saw a few people having sex but there was too much going on to focus on any one group.

As we went through the club I saw that in each corner there were massive stages with equally massive big screen TV monitors hanging over them showing what was going on, then another stage right in the middle where, currently, there was nothing happening, which I found a bit odd. But we maneuvered out way through the crowd and to a booth along the side of one of the walls. Kevin slid into one side of the booth while James and Dave slid in the other, leaving no room for me, not even in between them. Brittany grabbed me by the arm and led me back through the club to the other side where I saw what appeared to be a series of stalls, similar to horse stalls in a barn, but without the hay and horrible odor. Also, the stall doors were made of glass so there was certainly no hiding inside of them - anyone walking by could see everything.

"Here, Candi. The boys and I are going to have a nice dinner, so this club has an area where we can 'park' our slaves. Here, this stall will do just fine."




Trapped and Trained Ch. 09



She pulled me towards one of the stalls. Looking to my left I saw a larger woman hogtied inside of the stall next to me with a gag in her mouth. She looked at me with pleading eyes but knew that there was nothing that I could do for her. Brittany snapped a collar around me that was attached to the wall, then placed cuffs on my wrists and ankles. She pointed to my ankles and, knowing I had no real options, I bent over and reached for them as she placed padlocks through the rings on each of the cuffs, locking my wrists to my ankles and leaving me bent over. She then went to the corner of the stall where I saw many items were handing off of the wall and grabbed a spreader bar. She placed that between my ankles and spread it out until I was straining against my bonds. She stood up and admired her work for a moment, then went back to the items hanging in the stall. She did something to the back of the stall, then began to pull on the leash that was attached to my collar. I noticed that it was slowly retracting into the wall so I had to slowly waddle backwards with it. Finally I began to understand what was going on. Brittany had taken a dildo with a suction cup on the end of it and attached it to the back wall and she was now backing me into it. Just as I started to feel it press against the back of my dress she stopped the leash retraction and raised up the back of my dress. She must have noticed my tattoo as I felt her pause and admire it, then begin to laugh out loud for a few moments. Once she regained her composure she pulled my thong to the side and held it there as she again started the leash retraction. My pussy was still lubed up from the dildo on the ride over to the club so it slid in fairly easily. Eventually I felt the coldness of the glass on the back wall and knew that I was now completely on the dildo and stuck in this position until someone released me. Once again I felt the two bursts through my ring, letting me know that the sensors had reset. Brittany retracted the leash just a bit more, forcing me to pick my head up and stare out into the club. She then walked just in front of me and, before leaving, picked up the bottom of her tight black dress and backed her ass up into my face. She held it there for at least a minute before I started squealing into her cheeks, then, just like that, she walked off into the club and disappeared into the crowd, leaving me there alone to deal with whoever wandered into my stall.

Looking out into the club I could see hundreds of people grinding to the music that was still blasting through the room. Periodically people would walk by my stall and peer in, but thankfully none of them stopped in. Occasionally they would stop and either laugh at my predicament or I think a few admired Brittany's work in how I was "parked" in my stall. Perhaps there was some policy against coming into someone else's stall, I thought to myself. That would be a godsend given my situation at the moment. 

Those hopes were dashed as I looked to my left. The larger woman that was hogtied was in a bit of a panic as I saw a group of men enter her stall. At first they were just playing with her nipples and spanking her ass, but finally their cocks came out. They untied her and began to double team her, one cock shoved in her pussy and another in her mouth as she was picked up into a doggy style position. I heard what I thought were cries for mercy coming from her, but eventually I realized that she was actually begging for more. She turned to the man behind her and begged him to fuck her harder, faster, deeper while she hungrily turned back to the man in front of her and took him back inside of her mouth. She actually was enjoying this!

As I was trying to wrap my head around what was going on in that stall, suddenly I felt eyes on me from just outside of mine. I turned back to the front of my stall and saw a man and a woman actually walking inside. They came around to the back of me where I couldn't see them and I felt the man push me back off the wall a bit as I felt the dildo slide out of me a couple inches before he let go. When he let go the tension from the leash forced me back onto the dildo roughly and I let out a groan. The woman snickered.

"Well, Joey - will this one do? Looks like her name is Candi. I agreed that you could get a blowjob from one of the bitches in the stalls and you've shot down almost all of them, so who will it be?"

I immediately wondered how she knew that they were calling me Candi, but assumed that maybe she knew Brittany or one of my captors. Joey moved around to the front of me and shoved a finger into my mouth.

"Oh yea" he said, "she'll do just fine. Look at those lips - they were made for suckin cock. Thanks baby, this is the best birthday present you could've given me."

I watched as he unzipped his pants and pulled out a fairly average cock - certainly not like some of the monsters I had taken the night before. He pushed it up to my lips but I pursed them and kept them closed. The woman he came in with did not seem pleased as she reached under me and began to squeeze tightly on my nipples. I opened my mouth to scream but instead was met with Joey's cock being shoved into my mouth. The woman giggled as Joey began to settle into a rhythm and he grabbed the back of my head. He must have been extremely horny already because before a minute had passed he was already groaning and picking up his pace. Wanting to get this over with I began sucking harder and working my tongue around the head of his cock. He couldn't take that for more than a few thrusts and exploded inside of my mouth. He caught me off guard and I choked a bit on the cum, allowing some to leak out of my mouth and dribble down my chin. The woman came over and licked it off of my chin then spit in inside of my mouth, ensuring that not a drop went to waste. And, just as quickly as they had come in, they were off and I was alone in the stall again, albeit with an awful taste in my mouth and throbbing nipples.

As I was catching my breath and regaining my composure, I saw Kevin appear through the crowd. He was walking with someone that had an earpiece in and was carrying a clipboard. They stopped just outside of my stall, but the music was so loud that I couldn't hear a thing they were saying. Kevin did keep pointing towards me as he was talking, so I was sure it involved me in some way, but the person he was talking to kept nodding his head and agreeing with whatever it was that Kevin was saying. As they finished their conversation the man with Kevin appeared very excited when they shook hands and he hurried off towards the front of the club. Kevin then turned his attention towards me and made his way into my stall.

To my surprise he didn't pull his cock out, but instead released me from all of my bonds. He pulled me off of the dildo, pulled my thong back between my cheeks (though his hands did wander a bit at that point) and then pulled my dress back down over my ass. He removed the collar and ordered me to walk back to the booth where the others were while he took care of some business with the club owner. Still a bit confused, but happy to be out of the stall, I started making my way back to the booth.

I thought I was walking towards where the booth had been, but there were so many people and I had to make so many turns to avoid some of them that I must have gotten turned around. When I finally made it to where I thought the booth would be, it turned out I was over by a series of doors. A man and a woman brushed past me and made their way into one and, as they opened it, I noticed that they looked to be some kind of bedrooms. I turned around and again went through the crowd, but once again must have gotten turned around because the next wall I made it to again didn't have the booths, but instead there was a long row of sex machines. I saw a man obviously dressed in drag (but not nearly as convincing as I) cuffed to one that was similar to the machine I was originally trained on, where he was held down on a sawhorse with dildos simultaneously penetrating his ass and his mouth. This one did not ejaculate though... even in his predicament, I wanted to go and tell him just how lucky he was that this particular machine didn't have that feature. This time I stared at the wall I knew I need to walk towards the entire time and finally made it back to the booth. Through all of this time, the sensors near my pussy had really started speeding up the jolts and they were becoming quite a bit more uncomfortable. The latest one I received right before I made it to the booth made me stop walking for a moment from the pain it caused, but I was still adamant about not giving in and dealing with the pain rather than the embarrassment of asking someone to fuck me. Perhaps I could just find a dildo laying around somewhere and slip into one of those bedrooms I had stumbled upon to reset them - that would by the ticket, I thought.

Kevin was still not back by the time I made it to the booth, but Brittany seemed very upset that it had taken me so long to get back.

"Where the fuck were you? You smell like cum - I bet you were off being a little slut, weren't you? Don't lie, Candi, I can smell you from over here. Now come on, I feel like dancing!"

She jumped up from the booth and pulled me by the hand out into the dance floor. We walked to what felt like the middle of the crowd and then she finally stopped. She backed up into me and began grinding her small, tight ass into my crotch. I stood there like a statue for a moment before she grabbed my hands and placed them on her hips, then she reached back again and grabbed the sides of my ass, hinting for me to grind with her. I began getting into it a bit and, for a moment, felt like I was back in my male form again, dancing with a hot woman in a club, smelling the mixture of her perfume and sweat as she grinded back into me, yearning to feel the erection forming in my pants.

I was quickly brought out of my daydream as I noticed that we were attracting quite a bit of attention from those around us. Two hot women dancing so provocatively with one another will do that, I suppose. Before long another woman came in front of Brittany and started dancing face to face with her, and they soon began kissing and fondling one another. Brittany's hands left me and wandered onto this mystery woman's breasts and ass as they began exchanging saliva. I attempted to keep dancing with them to avoid being left alone, but at one point they created just enough separation between themselves and my body and the wolves attacked. Before I could close the distance there was a man in between us, attempting to dance up on me. I tried backing away from him and making my way back to the booth, but as soon as I took a step backwards there was another man behind me, rubbing a semi-hard cock up against me. I tried to smile and tell them "No thank you", but the music was too loud and the dance with Brittany had done too much to arouse them, so there was no debating. The man's hands behind me began wandering all over my body before finally resting on my breasts. The man in front of me grabbed my arms and placed them on his ass, holding them there as they danced and I struggled. The man behind me allowed his hands to move down to my ass and I felt the bottom of my dress sliding up over my hips. The crowd cheered as they saw this happening and saw where it was going. He again pulled me back into him and he had apparently pulled his pants down as I felt his cock now straining against his boxer briefs. He slid it between my ass cheeks and periodically poked it against my pussy. Finally the song ended and the man in front of me released my hands, which I quickly used to pull my dress back down and stormed off into the crowd, not knowing where I was going, but just wanting to get away from all of this.

Being so disoriented on where I was walking to, I found myself once again in front of the rooms to the bedrooms. I opened one of the unoccupied rooms and walked inside, hoping that there would be a stash of dildos somewhere so that I could reset these sensors as it was becoming extremely painful and they were now coming nearly every 30 seconds. I couldn't believe it, but I was actually disappointed to find that there were no dildos in the room for me to fuck myself with. Who was I turning into?

I quickly made my way back out of the room but, just as I closed the door behind me, another surge came through the ring that was so painful that it brought me to my knees. I stayed down for a second and composed myself, but just as I stood, an equally painful surge pulsed through, again putting me to my knees. They were now coming so fast together that I could hardly recover in time for the next, and I knew soon that it would just be a constant jolt that would debilitate me. Little did I know that my wait wouldn't last much longer. As I stood up to recover from the second jolt and began to brace for the next one, a group of four men closed in around me. Two of them grabbed my arms while the others headed into the bedroom, closely followed by the two men now carrying me inside.

Immediately I could smell a heavy dose of alcohol on them, and I could also see significant bulges sticking out in each of their crotches. The two men carrying me put me down on the ground and forced me to my knees. As they got out of the way, one of the men already had his cock out and was stroking it to its full 8 inches, then he put it to my lips. Not wanting things to get violent as I knew they were already drunk, I took it in my mouth and went to work. The other three men just watched and then, as the one in my mouth shot his load down my throat, the next one came up, again only wanting a blowjob. I finished all four of them off and by this point the ring on my clit was zapping me every ten seconds. One of the men was sitting in a chair, recovering from my oral expertise. Two more were on the bed, also recovering and the man that I had just finished had walked off to the bathroom. The man in the chair finally spoke.

"Shit that was good - we knew you'd be a hell of a cocksucker watching you out there on the dance floor with that other bitch. Come on fellas, let's get back to the party!"

They all stood and started heading for the door, but the jolts were becoming so painful that I finally resigned myself to what I had to do. I signaled for them to wait, then stood up and walked to the bed. I turned to face the bed, then pulled down my thong and pulled up my dress. The bed came to my waist, so I bent myself over on it and exposed myself to them. Finally I turned around, channeled my sexiest voice, and proposed that the party continue in the room.

"Leaving so soon? You guys just got me all worked up - I'm going to need one of you to come over here and finish me off. I'm on my period right now, but if one of you would be so kind as to shove your pipe into my backdoor, I could really use it."

Shove your pipe into my backdoor? Did I really just say those words? While dressed up like some fucking bimbo, bent over on a bed with cum still dripping down my throat and drying on my face? Where did those words even come from? Who was I?

The man who had been first up was already hard again, so he came behind me and dropped his pants one more time. He grabbed my hips and positioned his cock right at my opening, then started to ease it into me. The sensors were still zapping me repeatedly - this needed to hurry up.

"Mmmmm, yea, just like that baby. Now let's get to it." I said, hoping to speed him up and get this over with. He took the bait and increased the strength of his grip on my hips, then started going to work on my pussy, finally tripping the sensors and causing them to reset. I was relieved and was trying to think of a way to get out of this before he shot his load inside of me, but he was too far gone to stop now and was really starting to assault my pussy. He was really getting into it and then I noticed what he was saying and became extremely confused yet again.

"Oh yea Candi, you can really take that fuckin cock, can't you ya little slut? You want it harder? I bet you fuckin do, slut!"

Now how did he know my name was Candi, just like that couple did earlier? Surely they didn't all know Brittany and Kevin, did they? They said that they had just seen me dancing out there, so it didn't seem likely. Finally I felt a warmth fill up my ass and knew that he had finished inside of me, then he pulled out and I felt the cum slowly dripping out of me and collecting on the floor beneath me. He used my thong to wipe off his cock and then headed for the door once again. Just before he left, he turned.

"That's some sexy ink you got back there, bitch. Good to know some of you sluts really embrace it. I'll be seeing you around, Candi."

With that he shut the door. He called me Candi again. Finally I remembered the tattoo. There was a mirror on the dresser in the room, so I sat myself up on the dresser and craned my neck around to take a look at what the tattoo was.

"You've got to be shitting me" I said aloud as I finally saw the image permanently inked into my skin. It was my name... well, not MY name, but this new name I was given, Candi, written in very elegant writing. However, at the end, the 'i' wasn't really an 'i', it instead was an erect penis and the dot of the 'i' was a white splash of cum. Underneath my name there was a small outline of a heart with that same penis tattooed inside of it, basically saying that I loved cock or I loved cum or something along those lines. Whatever it meant, it wasn't good and it wasn't true. Even though I had just asked to be fucked by a man packing an eight inch cock...

I pulled my now damp thong back up between my ass cheeks and pulled my dress down once again, then stumbled towards the door. I opened it up and immediately saw Brittany outside clapping as I exited. I was confused about what she was clapping about when I looked up above the doors. I hadn't noticed it before, but there were actually TV monitors outside the rooms with a live feed into the room, so anyone outside could get a first hand view of what was going on inside them. The monitor above the room I had just exited was now replaying the portion where I voluntarily bent over the bed and stopped the man from leaving, convincing him to come back into the room and 'finish me off.' And Brittany saw the entire thing.

"Damn, Candi! You really ARE a slut! This whole time I was still kinda convinced that you were forced into all of this, and I was actually starting to feel bad, but now I know the REAL you! I was going to cancel this next piece, but now that I know you're truly a slut I'd feel bad NOT sending you up there!"

Up there? What did she mean 'up there'? I tried to stop her and explain why I had to have that man fuck me, but it was no use, she was pulling me back through the crowd again. Finally we arrived at the steps to the main stage and, to my horror, the bouncer at the gate for the stage allowed us through. We walked under the stage where they had dressing rooms and a staircase leading up to the stage itself. Brittany pulled me into the main dressing room and closed the door. She pulled out an outfit and threw it at me, causing my jaw to drop as I laid it out in front of me. She wanted me to wear THIS? I looked at her and she was smiling ear to ear.

"Now it's time for the REAL show to start, Candi! Hope you're ready!"



Trapped and Trained Ch. 10



I moved the material around in my hands... it was so... so... small. There was just nothing to it, it felt like I was just holding a small red string. Britney saw the combination of shock and confusion coursing through my face.

"It's called a 'monokini', Candi. It might be a tad bit small, but don't worry, that'll just make it more fun!"

She grabbed it and laid it out on the table in front of me and finally I saw the material take shape in how it was supposedly supposed to fit on my body. This was impossible - there was no way I could get into that thing. In the front it basically made a 'Y' shape, where the pieces that were to go over my breasts got just a bit wider and the gap in the string was filled with a tiny sliver of satin outlined in silver rhinestones. There were small metal O rings that would line up at the top of my shoulders that the string fed into. The Y in the front came together just below my belly button where the two strings met in another O ring. There was another sliver of rhinestone lined satin that went down the crotch, looking just barely wide enough to cover the lips of my faux pussy.

The back of the outfit looked like absolute hell. The string from the shoulders created another 'Y' in the back, both stretching down to reach to another metal O ring that would be at the small of my back. The material that would run over my crotch came back from the sliver down into a tiny string again that would obviously run between my ass cheeks. Uncomfortable didn't even begin to express the feeling this outfit appeared to have on the poor soul that had to wear it... that poor soul apparently being me.

Brittany tossed me my clutch and told me to clean the cum off of my face and then reapply my makeup. I took out some of the wet wipes and went to work. It felt like I was nearly rubbing the skin away as I tried to clean off all traces of the cum from my face - not for Brittany, but rather for my own peace of mind. Even in this state I didn't want to see any traces of male semen anywhere on me, so I went over the same spots on my face repeatedly until it was void of all cum. Only then did I go about reapplying the makeup, trying to make it look as it had before and, for the most part at least, succeeding. My lips were still large and luscious - I was ashamed at how inviting they appeared as I stroked the deep red lipstick over them, making them all the more attractive to anyone who saw them. There was no doubt what the purpose behind lips such as those I was sporting. I straightened back up and, by force of habit, pursed and pouted my lips... sadly I was mildly pleased with how well I had done as I turned to face my female captor.

Without warning Brittany's hands went to work. She quickly and effortlessly pulled the window dress off of me, leaving me standing in the middle of this makeshift dressing room in nothing but my black and red lace bra, my garter straining to hold up my slightly torn stockings and my cum soaked black thong that was now starting to dry and also becoming very uncomfortable itself as it rubbed roughly between my cheeks. She pulled out some small keys and unlocked the heels on my shoes, giving me a stare that made me shiver, obviously a warning not to even think about running. Where would I go? If I ran out of there like that I had no doubt that many of the men would take that as an invitation to force themselves upon me. I was trapped and we both knew it, so I stood there like a statue as she pulled my red heels off of my feet. It was such a strange feeling to have my entire foot on the ground, like a small moment of pleasure wrapped around this never ending terror of a night... hell, of nearly a month now. Quickly Brittany finished off removing the rest of my clothing before locking me back into the torturous heels. The moments of pleasure never seem to last for long.

She picked up the monokini and held it low for me to step into. I'm sure she could have held it lower but she seemed to enjoy watching me try to balance myself on the 6" heels. I nearly fell over a few times but eventually managed to get both of my legs inside the wide openings. She pulled the monokini up my legs and I felt it begin to slide snugly between my ass cheeks. She continued to pull upwards on the shoulder straps and I winced as the thong was nestling deep within my ass, causing quite a bit of discomfort to go along with the sensor shocks that were again beginning to pick up their intensity. I shuddered as I was reminded of the lengths I went to just a short while ago to make the shocks stop, begging for a man to come and fuck me as I was bent over a bed. Surely it wouldn't get to that point again.

I was brought back to reality by Brittany still tugging at the shoulder straps to get them high enough for me to fit into the outfit. For a fleeting moment I thought that maybe this outfit just wouldn't fit and she would have to find something else - surely anything would be more comfortable and covering than this one. That hope was dashed as she had me kneel a bit, then felt the straps straining to slip over my shoulders and into place. Brittany stepped back and smacked me hard on the ass, causing me to straighten up and then yelp as the thong dug even deeper. It felt like it was right up against the bone and was cutting my penis in half, even buried under the pussy paste. I was impressed, but also disappointed, to see that the paste was still holding firm, not even cracking the slightest. I thought that maybe that would be my way out of this night, so that everyone could see that I was really a man, not some cock-hungry bimbo named Candi, but just a man dressed in drag.

I heard the crowd go quiet from outside the stage, but could not see what was going on from underneath. Finally I heard the sound of Kevin's voice, speaking into a microphone as everyone throughout the club listened.

"Quiet please - ladies and gentlemen, if you would please give me the floor. I assure you I will make this time worth your silence. Thank you. Now, as some of you have surely noticed, I brought with me a spicy little sub tonight, and I intend to make her services available to anyone interested. Throughout the night there have been some club associates going around selling tickets - to those of you who purchased them, you will all have the chance to come up here and put Candi to use as we call your number out. We'll bring her out here to the stage momentarily and, with the help of the lovely Brittany, give a small sample of what she has to offer. Please enjoy and don't hold back - she likes it rough!"

Brittany's eyes were on me throughout the entire announcement, watching as the tears welled in my eyes. Kevin came down the stairs and walked over towards me, eying me up and down, nodding in approval apparently of how I looked in my outfit. He walked behind me and I felt a rough squeeze on my ass cheeks, then his hands wandered up to my breasts with another squeeze, causing a small cry to come from my mouth. He held on tightly as I felt his breath by my ear.

"Oh Candi - you didn't think I was going to pay all that money for a night with you and then not attempt to exploit your abilities in order to make a little of it back, did you? How do you think I became such a successful business man? You always have to use your assets to their fullest, and that's exactly what I intend to do. And, so help me, if you disappoint a single customer up on that stage I'll make you walk the entire way back home, through the rough gang-infested neighborhoods in your cute little outfit with a ring gag locked into your mouth to ensure that everyone knew what your true purpose was. I'm sure some lucky gangster would stumble upon you, maybe make you his whore and pimp you out to his friends. Of course, maybe you'd like that."

At the end of his last sentence I felt his warm tongue slide inside of my ear, causing me to jerk away, which in turn caused the thong of my skimpy monokini to again adjust and grind against my pelvis. Kevin just laughed and pushed me forward towards the steps leading up to the stage. I took a deep breath, sighed and began up the stairs. As I made it onto the stage the crowd cheered and my breath was taken away by what I saw.

There on the stage was a full camera crew. There must have been a dozen cameras, some hanging from the ceiling, some on wires to pan across the stage, and three men standing behind cameras on wheels to where they'd be able to get right up and close on the action taking place on the stage. One camera was right in front of me, zoomed in on my body and I could see the image his camera was taking in on some of the screens that were drawn down around the club. Another camera must have been behind me because I saw a zoomed in image of my tramp stamp filling a few of the other screens, to the delight of the crowd. At the top of one of the walls of the club I saw some tinted windows where the production crew must have been watching from as the cameras zipped across the stage.

Brittany walked behind me and pushed me in different directions, leading me around to each corner of the stage. At each corner she would stop me and have me bend over for the crowd which was always answered with a loud cheer and many whistles from those in attendance. The cameras repeatedly zoomed in on my lips as Brittany told me to shape them into an O. Just by quickly scanning the crowd I could see a few men stroking their cocks as they watched the massive screens throughout the clubs. My body shook as I imagined what they were thinking as they looked at my body. I wanted to scream at them that I was a man and that I was being held against my will, but Kevin's words echoed in my mind. He was perverted enough to put me through all of this - what reasoning did I have to not believe that he would follow through with the threat? As bad as this was, at least I could see the small glimmer of hope at the end of the tunnel. Who knows what would happen if he unleashed me out into the streets dressed as I was with a ring gag holding my mouth open in that perfect O shape.

I was led to the middle of the stage where there was a glass table. The table came up to my waist, but instead of being a traditional square, the edge furthest from me had the middle cut out, turning the table into more of a 'Y' shape. My legs were cuffed to the legs closest to me and then Brittany shoved me over the table, positioning my arms on each branch of the 'Y' before cuffing them down as well. This all resulted in me being held down bent over this table, my arms outstretched in front of me with my breasts dangling underneath me, barely being contained within the tiny material of the monokini. I saw the wheels of the camera circling around me, giving the crowd a splendid view of my predicament. The crowd turned to a small roar and I could feel the anticipation in the air - those with tickets must have been looking ahead to their opportunity to use me as they wanted.

During all of this parading and being bound to the table, the sensors near my pussy were nearing the same intensity that had driven me to beg to be fucked earlier. I was determined to hold off this time around - I'd sooner pass out than go through that all over again and give Brittany the idea that I wanted this. Every fifteen seconds my entire body would tense up as the surge would shoot through my entire body. Maybe passing out in this situation wouldn't be so bad. I could wake up and find myself back in my cozy bed, all of this a distant memory as I tried to find some kind of normalcy in my life... and as I would surely being looking up the nearest laser tattoo removal service.

My daydreaming was interrupted as the crowd broke out into a frenzy. I strained my neck to look up at one of the monitors on the wall in front of me. It was difficult through my blond locks that were now covering my eyes, but I could see Brittany now walking out onto the stage in a matching monokini with Kevin next to her in just some tight black boxer briefs. Brittany's monokini was identical to mine aside from being black rather than red... and there was also a massive black dildo jutting out from a strap-on that she had slipped on over it. She walked in between my arms to where I could see her black stiletto heels and the tip of the cock hanging down in front of me. She took the cock and rubbed it around my face and over my lips as the cameras zoomed in to show the traces of my lipstick now smeared on it. Finally she moved it away and knelt down next to me, whispering in my ear.

"I want you to beg for it, sweetie. Beg for it like you begged for that man's hard on in the room before. Beg for Kev to shove his cock in that stretched out cunt of yours like the slut we both know you are."

I vigorously shook my head from side to side and told her no as another surge of electricity shot through my body. It was now beyond the point that forced me to plead for a fucking earlier, but I was steadfast in my denial to give in again. Brittany softened her voice and began to lick and suck on my ear as she again spoke into my ear for only me to hear.

"Just accept it, baby. It'll feel soooooo good, I promise. By the fortieth or fiftieth cock you'll be in pure ecstasy. But the people want to hear that this is what YOU want. They want to hear the words from your filthy little mouth that you want your holes filled with all those cocks and dildos in the crowd. They'll think that's so fucking hot. Now come on, tell me how bad you want it."

I again shook my head to decline, but the shocks were now coming at a near constant rate. I felt Kevin behind me, pressing his engorged cock up against my ass as it strained against the confines of his underwear. Brittany reached under the table and took my breasts in her hands, twisting my nipples through the thin material covering them as I let out a soft, low groan for mercy. Brittany was turning angry as she was at my ear one more time.

"Last chance, Candi. You beg for cock this second or this is going to happen anyways and then it'll be out to the streets for you, bitch. It's up to you, but this is the last time I ask nicely."

This was her asking nicely? Something tripped in the sensors and the electricity was now constantly ripping through me. I was beginning to get dizzy from the pain and finally gave in to what Brittany and everyone else but myself apparently wanted. Quietly, I consented.

"Please, Brittany... please fuck me."

That wasn't enough for Brittany. She twisted my nipples hard and whispered for me to say it louder, to tell me exactly what I needed the people to do to me. What I needed them to do "for" me. The intensity in the electricity again increased as stars began to enter my sight. I was nearing unconsciousness. For a last gasp I reached into the depths of every dirty movie I'd ever watched and unleashed the foulest request I'd never dreamed of hearing, let alone saying.

"Please, PLEASE Brittany. Fuck this dirty cunt with that beautiful black cock of yours, I NEED your cock inside me. Mister Kevin, I so desperately need your massive load shot deep into my pussy before you fulfill my fantasy and unleash the rest of the club on my fuck holes. PLEASE!!! FUCK!!! ME!!!"

The crowd was silent for a moment before erupting in applause, then slowly morphing into a chant. It took a few times for me to make out what they were saying, until finally it came together.

"FUCK-THE-SLUT... FUCK-THE-SLUT... FUCK-THE-SLUT"

Suddenly the underwear encased cock grinding against my pussy had a different feel. It was not free of its confines and was grinding skin to skin, separating my cheeks and rubbing up against the red thong that was nested deep down inside of me. Brittany smiled, gave me a quick kiss on the lips and then stood in front of me. I felt her hands take my hair in her hands and tie it back into a ponytail, then a tug on the new ponytail to raise my head up. Immediately as my face was lifted I saw the black snake in front of me, coming towards my lips. Having no options I parted them and saw in my peripheral vision on the monitors that a camera was zoomed in on my lips sliding along the cock, leaving a red trail of lipstick mixed with saliva as the crowd came to a hush. A microphone must have been placed underneath me as I could hear my sucking and gagging noises fill up the space of the club through the sound system.

Kevin was unsuccessfully attempting to pull the thong away from my pussy from behind me. He was pulling so hard that it was becoming painful as the strings dug into my shoulders, mixing with the now sensational pain from the sensors coursing through every muscle of my body. I couldn't believe it but I was becoming impatient with him, wishing he would just get it over with and fuck me already. Finally I felt the entire outfit go limp and fall to the sides of my body, signaling that he had grown so frustrated that he had cut the back string of the outfit and I was now essentially naked in front of all of these people. Brittany paused from her assault on my mouth long enough to grip the monokini and slide it out from underneath me, leaving me completely naked on the table, my breasts now free and swaying underneath me.

Finally (what do I mean, finally?) I felt my pussy start to wrap around Kevin's cock from behind me. He pushed it in just an inch before pulling it back out, eliciting a loud boo from the crowd as he laughed. Again he pressed it against me only to remove it after an inch. One more time he repeated the tease. I couldn't stand the electricity anymore and would do anything to make it stop. Once the strapon was momentarily removed from my mouth I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Please just fuck me already!"

The crowd cheered loudly and I could hear Brittany clapping above me as she slid the black cock back inside my mouth and to the back of my throat. Before she could pull it out I felt Kevin's cock in its entirety quickly and roughly shove deep down inside of me with a force I'd never felt before, pinning me hard into the glass table's edge and making me yell painfully into the dildo in my mouth as the crowd again started to go wild. Kevin and Brittany quickly settled into a rhythm as I finally felt the relieving double shock from the sensor in my pussy. Little did I know that, before this night was through, I would be yearning for the feeling of the constant buzz of electricity that I had been feeling as a result of my pussy not being used... it was in for a long night.

Kevin was angrily fucking me from behind and Brittany was answering his every thrust with an equally aggressive one in my mouth. I had grown talented at deepthroating but this cock was larger than any I had ever taken and was being thrust so hard that it felt like someone was repeatedly punching the back of my throat as hard as they could. The crowd had again gone quiet, listening intently to the sounds of the see saw fucking going on in front of them on the massive stage. The cameras were continuously panning around us, zooming in and out to give those without a good view a wonderful show on the huge monitors around the club. I would later learn that they even had small screens going in the bathrooms and garage that were displaying the show so that, regardless of where you were in the club, you could see me getting fucked at both ends.

Kevin began roughly squeezing my hips and then periodically smacking my ass hard, causing me to wince and squeal. I began to feel the signature twitch and then felt him press all the way inside of me, his tensed body now pressing up against my ass and thighs. He let out a loud moan as I felt the cum begin to gush inside of me and, from looking at the monitor I could barely make out, I saw the white substance start to drip out of me as he pulled his semi-erect cock out of my pussy. Finally Brittany squeezed on the balls of her dildo and another gush of cum rushed out of the dildo and into my mouth, catching me by surprise as I didn't expect it to be an ejaculating dildo (silly me). It was such a surprise that only a portion stayed in my mouth and the rest leaked out the sides. It was then that I heard a metallic sound underneath me, keeping pace with the drips out of my mouth. I looked down and noticed that there was a small semi-circle cut out the floor underneath me where a metal bowl had been placed. The cum was collecting in the bowl as I saw another bowl behind me collecting the semen that was now flowing out of my pussy as it made it's way back down and out of me. The crowd again erupted as I looked to the stairway leading up to the stage. 




Trapped and Trained Ch. 10



There was a wall of monitors just atop the stairway, there must have been four monitors there, all with what had to be at least fifty numbers flashing on them. People were checking the monitors and then getting into different lines leading up to the stairs, the lines creating such a mass of people that it made the rest of the club look almost empty. A man made his way to the top of the stairs and began making his way over to me, pulling his cock out of his trousers as he walked straight in front of me, between the 'Y' of my arms and then shoved his erect 8 inches into my recovering mouth. He roughly grabbed my ponytail and began forcing my head up and down on his cock as I felt another man behind me lining his cock up with my pussy, everything being recorded by the cameras and being burned into my memory, never to be forgotten.

So it went for what must have been the next three hours. Periodically there would be a woman with a comically large dildo that she would shove inside my pussy, always answered by a groan from my mouth and cheers from the crowd as they watched my pussy expand to accept it. To my knowledge there was never an unhappy customer... I know for a fact that every ticketholder deposited at least one load of cum inside of me, and I'm sure that Kevin and Brittany never turned away a returning ticketholder or someone that simply walked up and offered them cash for a turn. I would occasionally see Brittany walk over and lean down for a closer look at the cock that was currently stroking in and out of my mouth and nod approvingly. Sometimes she would lean down and whisper "encouragement" in my ear, things like:

- "You're doing great Candi, they can't wait for your next show!" - "Keep up the good work, slut... only about a fifty more to go!" - "Wow, that's a big one sweetie, but you're working it like a pro!"

Finally the last few men dropped their loads inside of me and made their way off of the stage. I had lost all sense of time and was exhausted beyond anything I'd ever felt before. Every muscle in my body was on fire. My nipples were stinging from all of the twisting and pinching they had endured. Thankfully my pussy and mouth had basically gone numb about an hour into this ordeal, so surprisingly they weren't in too rough of shape, though I couldn't even close my mouth and I could feel the gaping hole where my once tight asshole had been previously.

Brittany pranced up on stage with a big smile on her face. She cheered as she released me from my bonds and slowly stood me up, my back screaming at me from being stuck in that position for such a long time. She again walked me to each corner of the stage and had me take a bow as those that remained in the crowd applauded the show I had just been made to put on for them. I silently cursed each of them, wondering which of their cocks, real or fake, had just been thrust inside of me. Finally Kevin made his way out onto the stage and placed a chair in the middle as Brittany led me over to it and sat me down. Thankfully there were no dildos spiking up from this chair and they didn't even tie me to it... what was the need at this point? I wasn't going anywhere with how beat up and exhausted I was.

Brittany again appeared in front of me and set something in my lap. I looked down to see that it was one of the metal bowls that had been collecting the massive amounts of cum that leaked out of me. My tongue and throat had gone completely numb through the first hour of the show, resulting in me basically losing the ability to swallow any of the cum that was shot into my mouth. That resulted in a bowl that was full of what had to be nearly a quarter gallon of cum mixed together. Brittany again appeared with the other bowl which was almost just as full and I watched as she slowly poured the contents of that bowl into the one sitting on my lap, filling it almost to the brim and creating what had to be at the very least a half gallon of semen in front of me. Flashbacks to my first training session with my master flashed into my eyes where I was made to down glasses full of his cum concoction in order to retrieve my belongings.

Kevin tilted my head back and shoved a funnel into my mouth. Brittany picked up the bowl and began to slowly pour the contents down the funnel and into my mouth. I would occasionally gag and jerk my head around to try and spill whatever was left in the bowl to end this hellacious experience, but it was to no avail. Slowly but surely the cum began to slowly trickle out, signaling that the end was near. Finally the funnel was removed and I could feel my belly expanding to fit the massive amount of semen inside of it, like that bloated feeling you get when you drink way too much water and can feel it sloshing around inside of you. Brittany placed the bowl on my lap and told me to lick it clean. Defeated, I picked up the bowl and slowly licked around the sides, choking down the last of the cum. Finally there was a clean bowl in front of me and the crowd again gave a respectful applause as I was led down off of the stage.

Brittany was ecstatic when we reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Holy fuck Candi, that was the best show they've ever put on here. The producers loved it, they're going to splice all of that together and make one hell of a DVD. Can you believe it, you're a fucking pornstar?! Kevvy and I will get a chunk of the profits and, combined with the tickets we sold for your services tonight, we came out WAY ahead on this deal. Plus the club owners said that you're welcome to come back for a repeat performance ANYTIME!"

I barely heard a word that she said. I collapsed on one of the chairs in the dressing room and felt hands all over me. People were pulling my old clothes back onto me and then I was finally stood back up, the chair pulled away, forcing me to stand once again. The men and Kevin once again led me out of the club, through the hallway and garage and back to the Escalade. My pea coat was long gone apparently as I was paraded in just the window dress and undergarments with nowhere to hide, but I no longer cared. I was leaving, and that was enough to make me happy, even in my current state. The doors to the Escalade were flung open and I was again forced to sit on the pink dildo jutting out from the seat in the back. They apparently had mercy on me as I wasn't forced into any more handjobs or blowjobs and the trip home was significantly shorter than the trip to the club, so Kevin had without a doubt taken a bumpy detour in the beginning as I had suspected. 

Eventually we pulled up to the outside of my Master's neighborhood when the Escalade pulled off to the side of the road. The doors were opened and I was tossed out to the side of the road with my clutch thrown to me... locked shut and I didn't have the key. The Escalade abruptly pulled away from the curb and sped off down the road. Here I was, around 6 a.m. on a Monday morning and I now had to walk four blocks into the neighborhood to get to my Master's house where I had no idea what else would be waiting for me. People would be leaving for work soon, so I hurriedly walked, as much as I could given how tired I was and the heels I was wearing, to my Master's house. I made it up to the doorstep where I saw a note and small package waiting on the doorstep. The note read:

"Candi - welcome back! I have no doubt that you enjoyed your night with Kevin and his friends. As a reward, here are the keys to your car. You are free to return to your apartment now. And no, the key to your apartment is not on your key ring, but rest assured I will leave it on your kitchen counter as I leave your apartment and I will leave it unlocked for you to get in. I had to make a copy and let myself in to make a few improvements to your living situation - surely you understand."

What?! He had been to my apartment?! He knew where I lived and had actually gone there?? This was going so far beyond even my wildest fears. I quickly snapped back into reality and let the combination of adrenaline and anger keep me awake as I sped back to my apartment. I pulled into my apartment complex and surveyed the parking lot. Thankfully it was a short walk to my door, but I couldn't let any of my neighbors see me like this. I was certainly not rich, but not poor also and lived in a fairly nice complex where a person dressed as I was simply would not be acceptable, even if I were actually the woman I was being portrayed as. I decided it was clear and threw the door open, again semi-running to my apartment building and to my door on the 2nd level, nearly tripping up the stairs. The door was unlocked, as he had stated it would be.

As soon as I walked in everything looked just as I had left it and I let out a relieved sigh. My kitchen and living room were unchanged and my fears started to wither away. I leaned over on my kitchen counter and felt my head spinning as I saw my apartment key as well as another key next to a note. I picked up that note and read:

"Welcome home, Candi! Here is the apartment key I promised as well as a key to let yourself out of those heels (if you'd like, at least... I know how you love wearing them!). Go ahead and take a look around, I'm sure you'll approve of my improvements to your living quarters."

Improvements? Nothing seemed out of place. I feverishly unlocked my clutch and removed the keys to release me from my heels. I was in such a rush that I carelessly kept the clothes I was wearing on as I sprinted to my bedroom. As I was running down my hallway past my guestroom I froze in my tracks.

Looking inside I saw that he had turned what had been my spare room into some kind of bondage room. One wall was completely full of sex toys and bondage gear on a tack board. There in the middle of the room was the device that I had been trained on how to take a cock in my pussy and mouth. There was the chair that I was also trained on how to take cocks from different positions. The bed that I had been chained to in my Master's spare room was in the center of the bedroom with the chains hanging down from the headboard. I swung open the closet and saw a wide array of mini dresses and costumes, ranging from a naughty schoolgirl to a slutty cheerleader, a naughty nurse to a slutty witch... anything a slutty girl would ever think to dress up as for Halloween seemed to be in my closet now where I had stored my winter clothing. I looked in the corners of the room and saw cameras nailed to each corner with the red lights activated, signaling that they were recording my discovery of these "improvements".

I clumsily backed out of the room, trying to avoid being caught on camera. Down the hall on the other side was the other spare room, which I didn't even bother walking into. From the outside I could again see the cameras and, there in the middle of the room was a top of the line tanning bed in the middle. On the dresser was all kinds of what appeared to be tanning lotions. The door to the closet was open and as I peered in front the hallway I could see the dummy heads of mannequins donning about seven or eight different wigs. More clothes were hanging in that closet as well.

I stumbled into my bedroom and again was caught completely off guard. My entire room had been painted pink. Gone were the posters and pictures of sports figures I had on my walls, instead replaced by blown up pictures of me "performing" as Candi. There was a picture of me with Jerome's cock buried deep in my mouth. Another picture of me posing for the cameras down in my Master's dungeon, lifting up my skirt and blowing the camera a kiss. Pictures like those covered the walls, and I noticed upon closer inspection that they were nailed to the walls.

My bed was now sporting a new pink and white comforter with a copy of my tattoo written squarely in the middle of it, complete with the white splash of cum coming off the penis for an 'i'. I again saw cameras all over the walls recording my exploration. I went to the bathroom to clean myself off and saw that all of the contents of my bathroom had changed as well. Instead of my Gilette shaving cream there was now a melon scented women's shaving cream. There was a depilatory cream to keep my body hair removed as well as women's lotion in the cabinets. There was glue to paste on my breast forms and a case of the pussy paste that my Master used to create my fake vagina. I opened the drawers to my vanity and saw that there was a makeup set that would make even the richest woman jealous... all different kinds of shades of eyeshadow and lipstick, blush and lip gloss, everything a woman would ever need.

Angrily I turned on the shower and ripped off the clothes. I stormed to my dresser and flew open my underwear drawer to pull out some of my comfortable boxer briefs. My breath was gone as I opened the drawer to only see dozens and dozens of skimpy, lacy thongs inside. I opened another drawer and saw it was full of sexy corsets and teddies. Another with stockings and garters. Another with blouses and camisoles. I staggered backwards and went to my closet. There, where all of my polo shirts and suits had been hanging were now minidresses, gowns and skirts. Where my jeans had been stacked was now full of black and white tights, jean and khaki short skirts. Instead of my sneakers and dress shoes there were now dozens of high heels from red knee high boots with a stiletto heel to some modest black high heels and everything in between, neatly stacked on a shoe rack that ran around the base of my closet.

I screamed as loud as I could out of frustration and then collapsed on the floor, quietly sobbing, wondering what in the world was going on. Finally a voice came over the entire apartment through some kind of intercom system. It was my Master, who I now hated with a deeper passion than I had ever thought I was capable of. My blood was boiling as his voice filled my apartment.

"I told you you'd enjoy my improvements - I think it really completes the living space. In time I'll also change up your living room and make the kitchen a little more fitting for a woman such as yourself, but I just didn't have enough time this time around and wanted everything to be a surprise. I'll inform you of your new schedule and new duties tomorrow, but for now, just enjoy looking around at everything and get yourself a wonderful night's sleep. As you've surely noticed, the sensors are still going strong inside of you - if you're a good girl then maybe I'll flip that switch tomorrow and allow you to recover fully, but until then you'll just have to take a trip inside your new fetish room and find a dildo on the wall to please yourself with."

The intercom clicked off and the room began to spin. This couldn't be happening. Before this place was my escape, where I could come to feel normalcy and like a man once again. Now I had no escape, he had taken everything from me and knew everything there was to know about me. I had to get out, I had to leave this place. I'd just get in my car and drive. I sprinted, completely naked, not even thinking, to the door. It was locked with an electronic lock, as was the patio door, as were all of the windows. I was trapped. Suddenly a strong surge came through the ring on my clit, forcing me to my knees. The intercom again clicked on.

"I expected that, Candi. But you'll eventually learn to embrace your new duties and even enjoy them. Every time you disobey, you will receive that same shock or one much worse if you really piss me off. Now go take a shower and get dressed for bed... and keep in mind that you're always on camera in the back rooms, which is tied to a live feed on your website, which, I might add, is generating quite the revenue stream ever since I posted that your new DVD would be available for purchase soon. I heard it was quite a show. Off you go now, and when you get dressed, I think I'm feeling like seeing you in something pink. In your dresser drawer you should find that hot pink teddy. It's the one with the open cups and the ties in the front - I'm sure you'll know it when you see it. Slip that on with some of the white fishnets in your drawer, then your viewers will be waiting for your show in the fetish room."

The mic again clicked off as I slowly began to walk back towards my bedroom. The mic once again clicked on with a last message.

"Welcome to your new life, Candi." 



Trapped and Trained Ch. 11



It took me hours to fall asleep that night. It was hard to narrow it down to just one reason why...

Maybe it was the tingling feeling of my fishnet stockings sliding around on my pink silk sheets each time I moved. Or perhaps it was trying to get used to the feeling of these D-cup breasts flailing around as I tossed and turned, the glue holding them on pulling at my actual skin and causing the metal teeth around my nipples to grind. It was impossible to get comfortable with these things. 

If it wasn't my attire or my breasts, then maybe it was the fact that, every time I even closed my eyes, I had vivid images of the night's events flooded into my mind. Images of being tied on the glass table, looking at the monitors and seeing a cock in my pussy (my ass, dammit) and another one thrusting into my painted mouth. More images of what I had just been made to do in "my" new fetish room on a webcam show for my fans. They were devious, and I had no choice but to obey their requests. From the woman who made me bend myself over in front of the camera and paddle my ass until it was as pink as the teddy I was wearing to the prick who made me climb up on the bed and fuck my spend and sore pussy with an 8 inch vibrator, making me moan as if I enjoyed humiliating myself in this way. The show went on for 3 hours... 3 hours of torturous activities thought up in perverted minds, all paying to watch me perform for them. What was wrong with these people?

Finally I drifted off to sleep, my dreams invaded by more images of cocks and strapons. The past month was obviously taking its toll on me both physically and mentally. After what must have been 10 or 11 hours of rest, I was startled back to consciousness by the slamming of a door inside my apartment. The front door! It was open! Now was my chance to get out of here!

I swung my legs off of the bed and placed my feet on the ground, forgetting momentarily that I had been made to keep on my pink high heels as I went to bed. I decided there was no time to slip them off, any time I lost might be the cause for me being stuck in this life for another day, so I ran as well as I could out of my bedroom and around the corner of the hallway. The front door was in sight as I stumbled my way past my fetish room, past the room containing the new tanning bed and through the living room, slamming into the door and relentlessly twisting the knob... only to find that it was still locked. Whoever had slammed the door had slammed it on their way out of the apartment, not in. I slumped against the door and slid to the ground, quietly sobbing, knowing that I had missed my chance to free myself, knowing that I was stuck in this horrid apartment for another day. I shivered as I thought about what my immediate future would hold.

It slowly dawned on me that someone had been inside of my apartment while I was sleeping. What had they been doing? Did they come in and watch me sleeping? I was in such a deep sleep... had they touched me? Surely I would have awoken, I convinced myself. I stood and scanned my living room when I looked to the coffee table and saw a brown box with a note atop of it. I timidly walked over and opened the box as I sat down on my couch.

Inside the box, the first thing I came upon were dozens and dozens of pictures from the previous night. Pictures of me "dancing" with the men out on the floor when Brittany separated from me, of me sucking the man off in my stall as the others ate, of me bent over the bed and pleading with a man to come and fuck me, and plenty of my main event... cocks of all different shapes and sizes at different stages of penetrating my holes, some in the midst of shooting their semen either inside of me or on my face or back. I collected all of the pictures and threw them under the couch, not wanting them anywhere in my field of vision.

Underneath the pictures were about twenty DVD's... upon closer inspection they were porn of all different kinds. Some starred shemales, others were girl on girl, guy on guy, gangbangs, etc. Some were fetish related, others almost seemed instructional while the rest just seemed centered around fucking. I also shoved these under the couch. Out of sight, out of mind, right? Silly to say as I could see the tops of my white fishnets under the box and, each time I bent down to put something under the couch, all I could see were my hot pink high heels. Why was I still wearing those? I quickly kicked them off and threw them at the wall.

At the bottom of the box two small pink envelopes were taped. I removed the envelope labeled "Open First" and opened it to find a piece of paper with instructions on it. The instructions read:

"1. Go take a shower. Be sure to apply the depilatory cream and then allow ten minutes to pass prior to washing it off. Shave any areas that show even the slightest trace of hair. 2. Find the brunette wig as shown in the attached picture and secure it in place. 3. Find the pink dress with matching thong and black boots also pictured and put them on. 4. Apply your makeup to match the pictured face. 5. Put on the pictured jewelry items. 6. Open the 2nd envelope."

I looked at the attached pictures... it was impossible to be surprised any longer. The wig was a straight brunette wig that looked like it would go just down past my shoulders. The dress... goodness, the dress... It was a light pink and, on a woman in a club, would be extremely sexy. It had a halter top neck and the front was cut so low that you'd most likely be able to see my belly button. There was a small, thin string tying the two halves of the cutout together right between where my breasts would be. It all came down into a tight, ruched skirt at the bottom that seemed very form fitting and would barely even make it to the bottom of my ass cheeks. That was the purpose, I suppose. A tiny pink satin thong completed the outfit, of course. The boots were black and made of a lycra material that would hug my leg tightly and stretch all the way up to my thighs with a steep 6" stiletto heel to top it all off. The makeup was going to be put on thick based on the picture, a deep foundation, heavy pink lipstick with gloss, dark eyeshadow, heavy blush to bring out my cheekbones. The earrings I was to wear were small black hoops that joined together to dangle down nearly to my shoulder. There were similar circles in silver that would be placed in my belly button piercing. A small pink ball was pictured, obviously for my tongue piercing.

It took me some time to get everything just right. The boots were a struggle to get up my leg and get into place - they felt so tight that I wondered how I would ever get any circulation through to my feet. The top of the dress felt like it was just hanging off of me, with half of each breast on display underneath the tiny piece of material attempting to cover it. Sadly the breast forms I was wearing were so convincing that, unless someone carefully examined them from an inch or two away, no one would know that they were fake... they just looked like implants. I was correct in my assumption that the dress was so low cut that my belly button would show as the silver circles dangled just above the bottom of the cut out. The string holding the material together at my chest was straining against its stitches, obviously not made for such a large bosom. I was again right that the tight skirt bottom of the dress barely covered my ass - every time I moved I could see a small flash of the satin thong I was wearing underneath. The brunette wig completed the look with the hair flowing naturally down just past my shoulders - as I moved I felt it tickle the area just between my shoulder blades, letting me know that it was there. The makeup was caked on thick and, once I was finished, I looked fit to star in a porn film, basically. My lips thick and luscious from the pink lipstick and gloss, my eyes deep from the heavy mascara and eye shadow. Everything about me screamed that I was just made to make sexual dreams of others come true. And I hated it.

With my outfit complete I walked back out into the living room and opened the second envelope. I sat down on the couch and noticed that my thong was on full display, so I crossed my legs... I was self conscious of the cameras everywhere and didn't want to give anyone more of a peep show than I was forced to. There was another letter inside that read:

"Candi - I'm sure you're dressed to impress. Now it's time to show you off and start your training for your new life.

You will leave the apartment and drive to the nearest subway station. You will board the subway and take it to the 5th street exit downtown. There is a ticket waiting for you at the station under your name. Once you are off the train you will walk the three blocks to the address noted below.

Your sensors will be turned off as you exit the apartment, so enjoy your moments of freedom. However, if you take longer than the two hour allotment to reach your destination, the ring on your pathetic little clit will activate and will have a force so strong that you will be debilitated wherever you are... leaving you quite vulnerable, I'd imagine. You have five minutes from the time you opened this letter to leave the apartment and your two hours starts the moment you exit your apartment - have a fun trip!"

I was supposed to go outside dressed like this? In THIS?! No. I wasn't leaving. I would stay here and play his little game from inside my apartment, but he couldn't send me out into public dressed as his little bimbo. I sat defiantly on the couch and waited. After what must have been five minutes I felt the electricity in my clit ring kick on to a low buzz. That wasn't too bad, I could stand that for as long as I needed to. After another minute it intensified. This continued over the next few minutes until it was becoming unbearable before it finally just turned off altogether. Finally the intercom clicked on.

"Candi - you have two options. You can leave and do as you're told, or, if you choose, I will lock the front door and put up your name and address on your new web site as well as dozens of others. People will come to your apartment from all around wanting to cash in on the advertisement they saw where they would get to do whatever they wanted to you. I'd imagine the line would run all the way down the street. Your landlord would certainly not approve and would most likely take legal action against you. No one would listen to your far fetched story of being forced into all of this - look around - all of these items are purchased in your name and are in your apartment. All you have is circumstantial evidence against me and you don't even know who I am! Now, the clock is ticking - you have thirty seconds to get out of this apartment before your that option is off of the table."

He had me. I knew he had me. He knew he had me. Going out in public dressed like this was awful, but I was actually quite passable and nobody would really know the difference. The other option was unthinkable. I stood and pulled my dress down as far as it would go, which still barely concealed the bottom of my ass, and strode towards the door. I turned the handle and, as opposed to earlier when I wanted to leave, the door popped open. I walked quickly out to my car and found the keys inside and the car running. He was close by, he had to be. I hopped in and drove off to the subway station a few miles away.

I sat in the parking lot of the subway station for what felt like days, but was really only about five minutes. I was now down to about an hour and forty five minutes to get to my destination. The subway trip would likely take up anywhere from 30 to 45 minutes of that, depending on the wait and how busy it was. And, from the look of the station, it was going to be busy. Of course.

I stepped out of my car and walked to the ticket station. The teller at the window was a middle aged man and I watched as his eyes widened as I walked to the window. I told him my name and that I thought a ticket would be waiting for me, but he said he had no tickets for that name. I cursed under my breath and asked for him to look for a ticket under the name "Candi", which resulted in him finding the ticket I needed. He smiled as he handed it to me and I felt his eyes firmly planted on my ass as I walked down the stairs to wait for my train.

Luckily, the train came after only a few minutes of waiting. It felt like everyone waiting was staring at me, watching my every move, resulting in me just standing like a statue and staring straight ahead. Finally the train pulled in and the doors opened - again, the departing passengers eyed me up and down as they exited the train, a few of them whistling and calling out lewd comments in my direction. It took all I had in me to ignore them and board the train.

There were no seats available so I was forced to stand, holding on to one of the handles next to a bench in front of a few men. In my peripheral vision I saw them nudging one another, obviously referring to me. One of them took out his cell phone and used the camera to take a few pictures of me. He attempted to angle it to take a picture up the bottom of my dress but I was able to move out of the way and throw a disgusted scowl in his direction, causing his friends to bust out in laughter. The train came to its first of many stops on the way to 5th street and a mass of people entered the train, causing everyone standing to be front to back up against one another.

That's when the trouble started. I was basically stuck standing in my position and there was a man pushed right up against me - he was so close that I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. The train started moving again and, as it slowed for the next stop, I felt him push forward as if he was losing his balance. He reached out and placed his hands on my hips to steady himself, but then he didn't move them. My hands were trapped up above me holding on to the handle - people were too packed in for me to move my hands down or turn around to stop him. He gently pulled me back into him as I heard him moan, my skirt covered ass now pressed up against his crotch as he moved his hands down to grope my ass and then my squeeze my thighs. He lifted up my skirt and I felt him playing with the string of my thong, pulling it out from between my ass cheeks and then letting it slap back into place, causing me to jump. I tried telling him to leave me alone, but the train was loud as it screamed through the tunnels along with the commotion of others. His fingers wandered to my fake pussy and underneath my thong, I felt him enter between the fake lips and slide a finger inside. He didn't notice a difference between a real pussy as I felt his fingers glide along my imprisoned cock underneath. Finally we came to another stop and enough people exited to where I had a bit more freedom - I quickly pushed forward and turned, but he must have gotten off with the crowd as there was an area of emptiness where I had expected him to be.

I experienced a few more groping sessions over the next few stops. One man took advantage of the close quarters and squeezed my breasts, a few others again caressed or squeezed my ass. I felt one man's erect cock up against my bare ass when he lifted up my dress, but I was able to squeeze through an opening of people and get away from him. Finally, after an eternity, the 5th street exit came up and I was able to make my way off of the train. I saw a clock on the wall and saw that I still had an hour left to go before I had to be at the address. With just a few blocks to walk, I should make it in plenty of time as I made my way up the stairs and out of the subway station.

As I walked along the sidewalk, I saw my reflection in the windows of many of the shops. At first glance all I saw was a scorching hot brunette walking in an extremely revealing outfit. If I saw her on the street I would surely have to slow down and take in the sight. A few cars honked their horns and one car even flagged me down to ask me how much, but I kept staring straight ahead, my goal to just make it to my destination before being humiliated any further. I finally got on the street of my destination and saw that I had roughly 40 minutes left. I walked up to the address and, to my horror, saw that it was an adult sex shop named Victoria's Treasure Chest. There were mannequins in the window dressed in risque lingerie with an 'Open' light flashing in pink neon lighting. I opened the door to the shop and was immediately hit by the pungent scent of a mixture of cheap perfume and sweat as the store was blasting heat from all vents. Given that it was early in the day there were hardly any customers, but the few that were there turned their heads as they heard the door jingle and then kept their gazes trained on me as I moved through the store to the cashier's desk in the back. 

As I walked through the store I saw that it was sectioned out into departments. As I walked in I was in the apparel section, surrounded by lingerie and skimpy outfits. To my left was the video section, where a few customers were browsing - or at least they had been. Coincidentally they wandered into the apparel section as I walked in the door, like sharks in the water it felt. To my right was the toy section where I saw a wide array of dildos, fake pussies, bondage gear - anything you could imagine. I walked to the front of the store and made it to the cashier's desk. I could see a hallway leading to what I assumed was the storage room in the back behind the cashier's desk along with some security monitors that must have been providing a feed to the cameras throughout the store. Two women were behind the desk - one was older but appeared to keep herself in immaculate shape. She had bright red hair and a slim, tight body encased in a long form fitting black dress with a slit up each side to the top of her thigh. Underneath I could see a black garter belt hooking to black stockings. The other woman was younger, maybe a year or two older than myself, and was a bit larger but carried it very well. She had blond hair and some massive breasts that were straining to be held in by her tube top white dress. She was young in the face but was wearing a bit of an emo-style of makeup, very dark with piercings in her lip, nose and eyebrow. She gave an evil looking smile as I approached and reached her hand out to shake mine.

"You must be Candi, yea?"

I wondered how she knew who I was, but reached out to shake her hand and said that I was, in fact, this Candi girl. I saw on her nametag that her name was Alice and tried my best to throw a smile back at her, but here eyes were no longer at my face, she was instead examining my entire body as she came out from behind the desk. She began to walk a small circle around me.

"Wow - he really did a great job with you, didn't he hun?"

I felt her reach around and grip my breasts roughly, pressing her massive set up against my back and giggle as she felt me squirm and squeal to break free. She easily outweighed me and was most likely stronger than me, especially with my lack of leverage in these heels. She moved her hands down to my ass and lifted up my skirt, then repeatedly smacked me on the ass and watched as my cheeks jiggled. I placed my hands out on the desk to steady myself, looking at the older woman who had not even glanced up to see me yet as she studied away at a binder of papers. Alice finally stopped spanking me and walked back behind the desk.

"Miss Vicki, I think she'll do just fine. He really did a number with this one, I'm guessing he grew tired of you rejecting his prospects and finally put in the time and effort you require. Nicely blended breasts, tight ass with a nice bounce to it, and her pussy is extremely convincing. Her figure could use some work and there's certainly plenty of room for improvement, but it's a nice start, in my opinion."




Trapped and Trained Ch. 11



I found myself blushing as Alice spoke of me as if I were some item for sale, and actually found myself a bit hurt when I heard her say that my figure could use some work. I thought I was in wonderful shape. I looked at myself in a mirror to my left and found myself picking at my body, looking at a small bit of fat on my stomach and thighs, but I was certainly in great condition from my athletic background. Finally I snapped myself out of this thinking - what was I doing? Was I actually offended that this woman didn't completely approve of my body dressed in this female attire? What was wrong with me?

After apparently getting the approval from Alice, this Miss Vicki woman slammed her binder shut and placed it in one of the drawers of the desk. She leaned on the desk, giving me a wonderful view of her cleavage down the front of her gown, as she looked me up and down. She twirled her fingers, signaling for me to turn around and made me do that a few times. She gave a hesitant nod and then turned to Alice.

"Well, it's better than what he's done in the past, I'll say that much. We still need to see what we're working with though. Set her up in room one with the usual first analysis configuration."

Alice came around the desk again and grabbed me firmly by the hand, leading me behind the desk and down one of the hallways. She led me to a room with a large "1" printed on the front and we walked inside. Before turning on the lights, Alice stripped my dress off of me, leaving the boots and the thong on. When she then turned on the lights I saw that it was a fairly empty room with some large items covered with sheets along the walls and then some kind of a frame in the middle. It was on top of a black pentagon shaped bottom, there were two sturdy metal poles leading up to a crossbar connecting them. At each corner there were two separate chains hanging down leading to cuffs at the bottom of each. On both sides of the frame I saw a crank with a spool, apparently for retracting some of the slack in the chains. There was a bench in the middle of the pentagon which Alice led me to and had me lie down on. Once I was laying down she took the cuffs at the end of each of the four chains and secured them to my wrists and ankles, putting small padlocks on each lock to ensure that I wouldn't be able to remove them. She then alternated between each of the cranks, slowly lifting my arms and legs up until the small of my back was just barely resting on the bench. I then felt Alice begin to wheel it out from under me, leaving me hanging in the frame, completely helpless.

Alice walked to a desk on the side of the room and pulled out a clipboard with a piece of paper attached to it. She walked over to me and made sure the chains were nice and tight, then began to speak to me, but not ever pausing to ensure I understood or leaving any time for me to ask questions.

"Now, Candi - you have passed the sight inspection by Miss Vicki, which you should take as the highest of compliments. She is very selective with those who she selects to train and mold into her vision of perfection. This is the initial analysis phase, where you will be graded on a scale of 1 to 10 on a variety of different categories through the tests that I will be performing on you. It is imperative that you try your absolute best in all phases of this analysis, since your performance will have a direct impact in the intensity of your training from this day forth. The time of all of the tests will typically span roughly four hours, so you are in for quite a long session. Over the next four hours you will experience pain, humiliation, exhaustion, and, perhaps, pleasure - but that depends on what gets you off, sweetie! Let's get started! Your first series of tests are to establish a pain threshold for you. As I perform each test, you will endure as much as you can, and then when you can no longer continue, you will say the words 'Please, Miss Alice, no more.' Upon saying those words, that particular pain test will end and you will be graded before we move on to the next test. Ready? Ok."

She didn't wait for any kind of approval from me when she asked if I was ready - given how she had me set up, it didn't really matter if I was ready or not, she could do as she pleased to me and knew it. I craned my neck to the left and watched her as she went to a closet in the room. She came back out with a large pink paddle and immediately I began to struggle against the chains, trying to break them loose. She smacked it in her hands a few times and then gently rubbed it against my exposed butt cheeks.

"Just a little spanking, Candi. Nothing to worry about. Remember to say please when you've had enough and then it will be all over - but remember that there will be consequences later, with their severity dependent upon how long you make it."

She stopped rubbing the paddle against my ass and moved it away. I squirmed with anticipation, desperately looking around the room, trying to find something, anything to distract her and prolong this. But there was nothing and I felt the first strike land flush against my cheeks, causing me to pull my arms up against the chains, trying foolishly to get away. Alice just laughed and struck again and again. As each strike came I bit my lip and groaned in pain - after twelve strokes it felt like my cheeks were lit on fire and I couldn't take any more. I screamed the words for her to stop, stopping her in mid swing. To my temporary delight I saw her take the paddle back to the closet. She picked up her clipboard, shaking her head with what seemed like disappointment and wrote down a few notes. She walked back over to me.

"That's a new low, sweetie. Your cheeks are barely even as pink as your pretty little thong and you already stopped me. Miss Vicki will not be pleased, but it's your decision. Now on to the next test."

She again disappeared into the closet to my left, this time coming out with nipple clamps and a small cloth bag. She quickly snapped each of the clips onto the nipples of my fake breasts, causing the metal teeth connecting them with my actual nipples to pinch down just as hard. There were chains hanging down from each of the nipple clamps, which I understood the purpose of as soon as Alice started laying out the different weights on my stomach in front of me to see. There must have been ten different sizes of weights in pairs. She took the smallest weights and clipped them on to the chain of each clamp, causing me to yelp in pain and grind my teeth together. She stepped back and allowed the weights to rest for a few minutes before coming forward and attaching the second set of weights to each chain, causing tears to start to form in my eyes and my nipples to scream at me to tell her to stop. Another few minutes passed before she applied the third set of weights, pushing me into a realm of pain that was just too much for me to handle so I quickly pleaded with her to stop, saying the magic phrase. Quickly she released the clamps and allowed them to fall to the floor. She again went to her clipboard with the same look of disapproval on her face.

"You just don't do well with pain, do you hun? That's certainly going to be a point of emphasis in your training - Miss Vicki requires a very high pain threshold. Before I moved up to be her assistant I had to take all ten of those weights for one hour. Okay - one more pain test and then we're on to the next category."

I couldn't even imagine the pain involved in having all ten of those weights hooked onto my nipples - it was unbearable. One more time she went to the closet and again came out with a cloth bag. She emptied the contents out on the desk to my left and I saw that it was dozens of clothespins. Again I began to plead with her to just let me go, but it was on deaf ears. She picked up a handful and walked over to me. I guess since I had a fake pussy and fake breasts her options were limited, but it seemed like she had dealt with that before. She pinched up a small piece of skin on my upper thigh, just above where my boots ended and attached the clothespin, causing me to squeal and shake my leg, trying to get it to release its hold on me, but it stubbornly kept its teeth sunken into my flesh. Without a delay, Alice had hooked on five more clothespins, leaving me with three apiece on each of my thighs. She then moved onto my stomach with the same routine and the pain was searing through my body. When she attached the fourteenth clothespin I again folded, asking her for no more and then exhaling in relief as each of the pins were removed. Again to the clipboard, again with the disappointment.

"Well, I'd say that was a colossal fail in that category. You have a huge amount of improvement to do there before you pass Miss Vicki's standards. But anyways, on to your next category. This will test you in different areas concerning your ability to please men and women - from how big of a cock you can take in that cute little pussy of yours to how long of one you can take in your mouth, and also how good you are at eating pussy. So here we go."

She walked over to one of the items that had been covered by a sheet and slid it off, revealing a machine with a drill atop of it, currently hooked into a medium sized dildo, perhaps 6" in length and a normal girth. She wheeled the machine over towards me and then I felt a coolness in the opening of my pussy, then her fingers sliding in and out of me as she lubed up my hole. She was so business like in the process that I knew she had done it plenty of times before. She then lined up the dildo with my pussy and flipped a switch on the machine, bringing it to life as I felt the pressure of the head of the dildo pushing inside of me. She allowed it to slide in and out of me for a few minutes before shutting the machine down and wheeling it back a few steps. She then took a larger dildo, about 8" in length and much thicker and placed it on the end of the drill. She again moved the machine into place and turned it on. The thickness of this dildo felt like it was going to split me in half, the edges of my pussy straining to accommodate it as it thrust in and out. Once more she clicked off the machine and took out another 8" dildo, but this was thicker yet again. She slid that dildo onto the drill and moved the machine back into place, but before she could turn it on I folded and pleaded with her to stop. A smile crept across her face, dripping with evil as she turned the machine on and then went to her clipboard. The head of the dildo felt wider than anything I'd taken before as it unrelentingly pushed against me, swaying me backwards against the chains until finally it broke through. I screamed in pain as it slid all the way inside of me as Alice came back and shut the machine off, leaving me impaled on it. She looked angry.

"Candi, you really need to focus. You see, I knew you could take that cock and now look at you. There were plenty more to go through but you just aren't even trying. Since you stopped me before you took that one I can't give you credit for it, I was just proving a point for you. To help that point sink in, I'll keep that in place as we go through the other tests."

I was dripping in sweat as I watched her return to the closet in the room, returning with a handful of black dildos of varying lengths. They were all normal girth, but they looked like they ranged from 4" all the way up to what must have been over a foot. She took a tube of pink lipstick and painted it on my lips, telling me that it would be used as a marker for how far down I made it on each cock. She then took the smallest dildo and placed it at my lips, applying a bit of pressure as I took it all the way in. Alice then had me clamp down my lips, leaving a thick pink O at the base of the cock before she removed it. She repainted the lipstick on my lips and repeated this process through the 8" cock. She picked up the 9" cock and I knew there was no way I was going to be able to take it all the way, so I stopped the torture before it could start and asked her to stop. The 8" cock had nearly caused me to vomit from my gag reflex, but I had made the pink O at the bottom, being completely out of breath as it was removed. Again I saw the evil smirk across Alice's face as she still continued to apply the lipstick to my lips. I said the magic phrase again, but before I could finish it the next dildo had been stuffed in my mouth, continuous force from Alice forcing it further and further down my throat. As it started to trigger my gag reflex I started to panic against my restraints until I finally resigned and tried to relax my throat, watching in a combination of shock and sadness as it continued to slide down my throat until I pressed my pink lips against the base. Alice held it there for a moment before sliding it back out.

"I see you're the kind of slut that just needs a little force. That'll be fun - we haven't had a resistant one in a while. Miss Vicki loves those the best and they typically wind up making the best whores in the end. Anyways, again you don't get credit for that last one. You're really ranking low in each stat so far - maybe you'll make up for it with your pussy eating. I mean, you have to be good at something, right?"

I watched as Alice hiked up the bottom of her white dress, showing that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. She released a bit of the tension in the chains, lowering me down to just below her waist, eye level with her shaven pussy. It was glistening as she had obviously become turned on during this analysis procedure. She came over to me and swung one of her curvaceous legs over my head, now straddling me as she was on her tip toes. She slowly lowered her feet down to be completely flat, causing her pussy to completely sink down onto my mouth. She gripped the chains and started to slowly sway me back and forth, causing my nose and mouth to slide along her pussy and occasionally touch her asshole. This was also causing the massive dildo still deep inside of me to start fucking me as I swung front to back, eliciting groans from me as I was reminded of its thickness testing the boundaries of my hole. Breathing was difficult like this, but I noticed that I could periodically grab a breath as she slid me away from her. Finally she stopped and kept me centered on her pussy, taking my nipples in her hands and twisting them. I went to work on her pussy, licking like never before, sucking in her clit and thick lips, shoving my tongue as deep into her pussy as it would go. She seemed to be getting turned on as she twisted my nipples harder. I licked faster and deeper inside of her pussy as she started to lower her weight onto my face, grinding her pussy against me now. Finally she shuttered and I felt the rush of her cum release from her pussy. She apparently was a squirter as the juices streamed against my face, some going up my nose causing me to cough and spasm underneath her. She climbed off of me, pulled her dress back down and walked over to her clipboard again as if nothing had just happened.

"Plenty of room for improvement, but overall, not the worst I've ever had. Okay sweetie, that does it for your initial testing for today, let's get you down from there."

She walked over to the machine with the dildo in my ass and turned it to life for a moment, causing it to fuck me. She giggled as it went to work on me, but I was too exhausted at this point to protest - I was at her mercy. After a few minutes she turned it off and wheeled it back to the wall. She then wheeled the bench back underneath me and released the cranks to let me down on top of it before unlocking the cuffs holding me in place. I collapsed back on the bench, but Alice was wasting no time and pulled me to my feet. She tossed me my dress as I clumsily put it on with the combination of the 6" heels I was wearing and the workout I had just been put through. All I could smell was the scent of Alice's pussy as it was deep inside my nose and I was sure it was also in my wig at this point. Once my dress was on Alice led me back out of the room and into an office across the hallway where Miss Vicki was waiting in an executive style chair behind a massive desk. I was led to a small chair across the desk and sat as Alice handed Miss Vicki the clipboard and then disappeared back into the store.

Miss Vicki put on her glasses and panned over my testing results. She shot me a stern look and then went to her computer, apparently logging my results into some kind of a program. She flipped through a few different screens, entering values and then switching to the next for what went on for roughly fifteen minutes as I just sat there attempting to recover my energy. Finally she spun her chair around to face me.

"Okay, Candi. Here's the deal - your Master has paid me good money to put you through my training course, which will transform you from this shemale bimbo wannabe that is sitting before me into a top of the line pleasure inducing machine by the end of it. I understand that you are here against your will, so to speak, but that is here nor there and is of no concern to me. I am only interested in results, I don't care why you're here or how you got here or who you were before you came to me - right now, you will do exactly as I say or you will suffer dire consequences. To give you an idea - the last one who disobeyed me to the point of no return was sold into sexual slavery overseas, where it is my understanding that, a 'girl' such as yourself would have her testicles removed and be drugged up, locked in a room and have several John's come in to be pleased however they wish multiple times per day. That would be your life. So, as bad as this sound, I assure you that what I offer is much better than the alternative. Do you understand?"

My head was spinning - how had my life come to the point where being trained to be a model slut was the best alternative I had available to me? I collected my senses enough to nod a shock induced 'yes', so Miss Vicki continued.

"Good - we'll work on your manners as we go, but for now you are to return home the same way you got here. You will report back to me tomorrow evening at 7pm sharp where we will begin your official training. Before that time, you will have the following assignments. On your way home, while you are on the subway, you are to initiate a sexual act with at least two men. An associate that you don't know will be following you from a distance to ensure both your safety as well as your cooperation. Once you have completed that task you may leave the subway and return to your apartment. Once inside, you are to watch the instructional video of how to give the perfect blowjob as well as two of the male on female pornography films. During all of these films you are to take copious notes. When you report to me tomorrow I want you to be able to tell me, from memory, what makes a perfect blowjob. I also will ask you various questions about the other films - how the female moves as she is being penetrated, what does she do and say to help her partner experience the most pleasure possible, how does she seduce him prior to intercourse. You will be required to answer all questions to perfection in order to avoid a punishment, and from what I can see on your chart, you would not do well with my punishments, so I suggest you watch the movies more than once to ensure that you have a complete understanding of them. Now, off you go."

Alice again appeared at the door and guided me by the arm out of Miss Vicki's office. She walked me through the store and out the front door, closing it behind me. I had reported to the store at roughly noon and here I was leaving at 5pm, the middle of rush hour. The subway would be packed. I made my way through the three blocks of walking to the subway station, again picking up a ticket under the name of "Candi" at the ticket station, again walking down the stairs and feeling everyone's eyes on me as I waited for the train to arrive. I looked nervously around the strangers waiting for the train, wondering which of them was Miss Vicki's associate that was to ensure I did the unthinkable and initiated a "sexual act" with at least two men on this ride home. So many of the people were undressing me with their eyes, though, that it was hard to discern who the spy was. Before I could examine any further, the train pulled into the station, packed to the brim with people as I made my way on, sliding in between people until I finally found a small opening to stand. The doors shut and the train pulled off.




Trapped and Trained Ch. 11



Men in business suits were all around me, all likely going home to their normal lives, making me green with envy that their lives hadn't been brutally interrupted and veered off course against their wills. I locked eyes with the man standing in front of me, noticing his eyes wandering up and down my body, finally settling on my breasts attempting to escape my scantily clad dress. I swallowed my pride (what pride did I really have left, after all?) and shot him a wink and an air kiss. He smiled as I turned around and slowly backed up into him. I felt his hands take hold of my hips, pressing his cock covered in his suit pants up against me. I allowed him to grind on me for a few moments before reaching behind me and releasing his cock from his fly and boxers, then taking it upon myself to slide my dress up just a touch, then pulled the small string of my thong to the side to allow him access to my hole. He moaned as I took his pulsing cock in my hand and guided it into my still lubed up hole, then I heard a lust filled exhale as he slid it in completely. I looked around and saw that no one was even noticing what was happening - here I was being fucked on a subway and everyone was just going about their day. I partially hoped that someone would notice what was going on and I would be kicked off of the train, but the man behind me just pumped away at my pussy. Finally he began to grunt a bit under his breath, obviously not wanting to be noticed as well before I felt the familiar warmth of cum streaming inside of me. Just as he orgasmed the train came to a stop and the door flung open. His cock quickly slipped out of me and I watched as he raced out the doors. I assumed he was probably married and didn't want to risk being caught, but I was glad he was gone and that the first act was done with.

With a new group of people exiting the train, a few seats near me opened up which I quickly took advantage of, grabbing one of the seats in the corner near the door. A man sat down to my left while another stood in front of me, his crotch practically eye level with me. I caught him staring down at my breasts a few times as he had a wonderful angle to take in my massive cleavage. I pulled the top of my dress down some to give him a better view, letting him know that I was interested. He smiled as I leaned forward and ran my hand up his leg, stroking his cock through his pants. 

What was I doing?! And why were these men so foolish to not see through my disguise?! 

I had no time to continue that thought process as the man unzipped his fly and let out a stubby 5" cock. I was quietly glad that he wasn't blessed with a monster and had something that I could easily manage. He opened up his coat a bit to shield me and I went to work. It took two more stops before I finally heard him moaning and gripping at the back of my head, finally giving in to his desire and shooting his load down my throat. I expertly swallowed it all and leaned back in my chair, not wanting to make any eye contact. The man got off on the next stop and I knew that my task was finished. 

My exit was coming in three more stops so I stood to move closer to the door and position myself, but as soon as I stood up the man next to me pulled me back down on top of him. He had seen the show I had just put on, he whispered in my ear, and if I didn't want him to report me then I'd give him a show too. I felt his cock outside of his pants already up against my thigh as I sat on his lap. Semen was still leaking out of my pussy from the man earlier, but I slowly picked myself up and positioned myself over his cock, then sat back down, slowly bouncing up and down on his cock as the train screamed through the tunnels towards my exit. Finally my exit was next and just as the train was slowing I felt him roughly reach around and grip my breasts with all his might as he shoved his thick cock deep inside of me. The train stopped in the midst of him shooting his load and, as I stood, I felt another burst leave his cock and land on the back of my thigh. I hurried through the crowd, wreaking of cum as I just barely made it out the doors. My task was to initiate sex with two men and I had wound up having sex with an additional man... wonderful, I thought.

I briskly walked up the stairs and into the parking lot, making a direct line for my car. I slipped in my car and locked the doors, tears in my eyes as I quietly wept all the way back to my apartment, knowing that in roughly 24 hours I would be headed back to Miss Vicki's shop. As I walked into my apartment door I noticed that the instructional video was already queued up on the screen, ready for me to sit down and press play. On the coffee table was a notebook with a pen at the ready. I sat down, apparently ready to start the learning process of how to suck and fuck like a pro. And I hated every second of it.



Trapped and Trained Ch. 12



I sat down on the couch, completely spent, staring at the screen with the "Blowjob 101" title flashing on the screen with images of women in various stages of sucking a man off. I noticed that there was a 7" pink dildo on the side table, which I certainly hadn't left there. I decided to lie down for a bit and began walking back to my bedroom only to find that the door had been locked with a similar electronic lock that was controlling the front door. The spare rooms were locked as well, leaving me no option but to be in the living room where my assignment was waiting for me on learning how to give the perfect blowjob and also how to act while being fucked to give the best possible experience to the one penetrating me. Suddenly I yearned for the days of calculus homework.

I walked over to the couch and looked around for the remote, but it wasn't anywhere to be found. Suddenly the video started up without any effort on my part - it must have been controlled from someone watching on camera, wonderful. An extremely attractive blond came onto the screen to give an introduction, going on and on about how this instructional video would be all one would ever need to learn how to please any cock at any time. Between her and some of her friends, they would give detailed examples of their various techniques along with opportunities for the viewer to participate with the accompanying dildo that came with the video. That explained the pink dildo, apparently, as I saw the blond on the screen waving one around that looked identical. She said that she would give the viewer a moment to get her (she continuously said 'her' as this was obviously intended for a female to watch - not a male being transformed into one) dildo at the ready. As soon as that sentence finished, the video paused. 

I began lifting up the couch cushions, searching for the remote. I went to the kitchen and looked through the drawers, but nothing was found. The video began to rewind and started again, right when the blond on the screen was saying that the viewer was to get her dildo ready. They had to be kidding.

I walked back over to the couch and picked up the dildo, then sat back down. The video immediately started back up as I had apparently done as I was told. Over the next 90 minutes I learned more about giving a blowjob than I thought I had learned about anything else in my entire life. The video would routinely pause, either for the participation segments or if something important was said that I was supposed to write down in my notebook. By the time the video had finished I had written down nearly three pages of notes, all on how to suck a dick. Looking through my notes my face turned red from humiliation. There were the notes on how some men liked it when you swirled your tongue on the head of their cock before you took it in your mouth. Others apparently got off on hearing the sucking and slurping noises. Some enjoyed having the woman (or me) put her hands behind her back while they took complete control while others enjoyed laying back with their hands behind their hand while the cocksucker did all of the work. There was a whole segment on how to use your tongue piercing to stimulate your partner's sexual urges. Another segment on the different positions to move it, which positions allowed the most control for the suckee or the deeper penetration into the sucker's mouth. The final segment was all about the cumshot - how some men loved seeing the cum on the female's face or breasts, but that most enjoyed shooting into your mouth and then watching as you played with it for a few moments before swallowing it back down. For all of the segments there were example videos of various women sucking men on camera as well as a participation example where the video would pause and not continue until I had completed the example to 'perfection' as deemed by whoever was watching me. So, here I was, in my living room still dressed in my boots and pink dress, my pink thong damp from the cum that had leaked out of my pussy on the drive home, sucking on a pink dildo while watching a video on how to do it the best way possible. My life had come to this.

After that video completed, before I could even set my notebook down, the next video started up. It was a regular porn flick, but it was repeatedly fast forwarded to the erotic moments. I remembered that I was to take notes on various subjects - how the woman moved as she was fucked, what she does and says to help her partner's experience in fucking her, how she seduced him to get him in the mood. More notes, more humiliation. That video ended, followed by yet another - more notes, more humiliation burning me to my core. By the end of those videos I had watched endless stripteases and lap dances used for seduction. I had watched women arch their backs, caress their breasts and stroke their pussies as they were fucked. I heard a litany of dirty talk, always resulting in the man pumping her harder and faster as it obviously tripped a trigger inside of him to hear how big he was, how strong he was, how good it felt to have a pulsing cock inside her pussy. I wasn't able to soak in just how attractive these women were as I was too busy trying not to miss a single detail in my notes - I certainly didn't want to experience anything similar to the pain that I had been exposed to at the shop earlier.

When the final video finished I saw that the clock was just past 11pm. Down the hallway I heard the sound of one of the electronic locks unlocking and walked down the hall to see that it was my bedroom lock. I walked in and saw a note along with some lingerie on the bed. The lingerie was a black fly away baby doll with teal colored lace on the cups with a matching teal bow tied between them. There were ruffles down the opening as it split apart to show off the wearer's stomach. Underneath was a matching black thong, one of the smallest I had ever seen. At the top of the crotch was a small black ruffle outlined in teal again with a small teal ribbon bow on it as well. I picked up the note.

"Candi - if you're reading this you must have sufficiently passed your first viewing of your videos. You are now allowed to shower and dress for bed - you've surely found your outfit underneath this note. Be sure to shave off any hair stubble, but if you miss any then I'm sure you'll get them in your shower before you go back to meet Miss Vicki tomorrow. She had a few positive things to say about you but did mention that she was sorely disappointed in your performance during the analysis with Alice. Sounds like you'll be in for some intense training starting up tomorrow night, so be sure to rest up. When you wake in the morning you will be required to watch the videos once more, complete with your participation in the do-it-yourself segments. I want to be sure that you can recite all of the details from memory so that you don't further embarrass me in front of Miss Vicki."

I crumpled up the note and threw it to the ground. I sat angrily down on the bed and began the long process of working these dreadful boots off of my legs, throwing them against the wall as I was released from each small prison. Off came the dress followed quickly by the thong, both bundled up and thrown atop the boots as I pulled off the wig, then carefully removed all of the jewelry before hopping in the shower.

My body clean and, sadly, hairless, I climbed out, feeling the goosebumps appear as I dried myself off. I walked to the bedroom and noticed that the door was locked, trapping me inside the room, obviously a sign that I was to go to sleep. What else would I do? Go "play" in my fetish room? Not likely unless I was forced. I tossed the baby doll and thong off of my bed, the only real act of defiance I could muster with how tired I was. I would sleep naked. As I lifted my leg up to climb into bed my clit ring again reminded me of its presence, making me put my leg back down. I gave a frustrated yell and then defeatedly walked to the baby doll and thong, sliding my legs through the openings of the tiny black material and pulling it up into place, the now familiar feeling of a small string splitting my ass cheeks apart. I pulled on the baby doll, adjusting the teal cups to properly house my fake breasts inside them, feeling my still tender nipples underneath from the session at the store earlier that day as I moved them around. I gave an angry look to the camera and rhetorically asked if he was satisfied, then climbed into bed, immediately falling into a deep sleep.

I awoke to an alarm clock ringing through the intercom system. I tried pulling the pink silk pillows over my ears to drown out the noise but it only became louder. Just as my feet hit the floor and I stood out of bed, the alarm kicked off and the bedroom door unlocked. I sleepily walked out to the living room, noticing that the "Blowjob 101" video was again queued up with the pink dildo and notepad ready to go. 12:00pm was displayed on the clock... seven hours, I thought to myself, before I'd be back in that store doing God knows what to God knows who. I sighed deeply, noticing my breasts rising and falling as I did so underneath their teal decor, and sat down on the couch. I watched all three videos again, picking up on minor details that I had apparently overlooked during my first viewing. Small things like how to fondle the male's testicles in your hands as you're sucking his cock, to take his cock between your breasts and allow him to titty fuck you to get him in the mood, to squeeze your pussy muscles as his cock was extracting to increase his pleasure. More notes... more humiliating notes. I hated myself with every word I wrote.

The movies finally ended and I saw that it was just past 4pm. The door to my fetish room unlocked, signaling me to head in there. Once inside I saw an outfit hanging from the rail on the bed, making my jaw drop wide open. The dress was slutty enough to wear out in public and had resulted in plenty of misguided messages to those on the train - if I wore what was hanging off this bed, I'd never make it off of that train.

Yet there it was, hanging from various hangers. First was a red satin corset that would hug my chest and stomach tightly with a zipper up the back. In the middle of the corset, just below the breast cups, there was a large white bow with the sash running all the way around, the bow being just under the left breast. Underneath the corset was a fluffy white tutu that would hardly even go down past my ass, plus with how it flared out, even with how full it was, the shortness of it would cause my ass to obviously be visible underneath it to anyone behind me, especially those sitting on the train. A small red thong would go under the tutu. There were also white fishnet thigh highs with small white satin bows on the front of each, leading down to sparkly red high heels. The only bright spot was that the heels seemed to only be about 4", quite a relief from the 6" boots I had to wear the previous day, but the sacrifice of that comfort for having to wear this outfit was too much. I took the outfit in my hands, my eyes wide as I saw just how much of my body would be revealed. There on the bed was a blond wig with hair that would flow just down to my breasts - it looked like the perfect hairstyle for a blond bombshell that moonlighted as a bimbo. Silver earrings were on the dresser along with a belly button ring that dangled down into small silver handcuffs at the bottom. A white and red swirled ball was also there for my tongue piercing. He never forgot about the tongue piercing. There was again a photo of how I was to do my makeup. Bright red lipstick stood out the most - aside from that it was the normal slutty requirements.

I bundled everything up and took it to my bedroom, where I showered and shaved once again, making sure that there was no hair anywhere to be found. I climbed out and again looked in horror at the outfit, hoping that it had somehow changed to jeans and a hooded sweatshirt while I was in the shower, but to no avail. I sat gingerly on the bed and started to rub the melon scented lotion all over my body as I had been trained to do. I was angry at myself for becoming so automatic in completing these tasks. With the lotion on I pulled each of the stockings up my legs, making sure to keep the white bows in front. There was a tingling sensation as I pulled them up my smooth and soft legs, giving me a moment of pleasure before I realized what I was gaining pleasure from and cursed myself yet again. I took the handcuff belly button jewelry and put it on, then I pulled the skimpy red thong into place. I did my best to pull the corset on, but it was a struggle to say the least. I had to put it on backwards in order to zip it up and then twist it around before straining to pull it up over my breasts. Once it was on the cleavage I was displaying was massive as the corset smashed my breasts into my body, only concealing about half of them as they tried to bust loose. I was out of breath as I pulled on the tutu, scoffing at how daringly short it was. I turned to the side and saw that, even standing perfectly straight, I could see the bottom of my ass cheeks. I went to the mirror and applied the makeup as I was supposed to, then put on the earrings and put the tongue ring in its place as well. I was becoming so efficient at all of this that it made me sick to my stomach. I pulled the wig on and put the white bow into my hair just above my left ear, holding the hair back on that side as it draped down on the right. The wig was obviously made for this as I noticed that most of the hair was to the right, needing to be pulled over my shoulder and in front of me so that it could drape down over my right breast. How very slutty. I slipped on the sparkly red heels and then walked out of the room.

5:00pm - time to leave, I guess, as the front door unlocked. I grabbed my car key that I had left on the kitchen counter and walked out to my car. As I was walking out, my neighbor opened up her door - she and I used to flirt all the time and I had always thought I had a real chance with her. She was a brunette with a petite build and a gorgeous face, plus her tits were a perfect C cup and so perky. I loved the summer time when I would see her heading to the complex pool in her bikini - I was sure she caught me staring a few times, but never seemed to mind. She was typically so friendly but, seeing this slut walk out of my apartment gave her a look of disgust on her face as she walked past me, eying me up and down. I heard her mumble something about all the guys just wanting whores and wanted to scream to her that it was really me, wanting to tell her my whole awful story, but scared of what would happen if I got her involved. Besides, she was little more than a stranger to me in my normal life - why would she even want to help me? And what could she do?

I let her get in her car and leave before I made it to my car, making the same drive to the subway and the same embarrassing request for a ticket for Candi at the on-call window. The train seemed to take longer to get there this time and the people seemed much more obvious in how they stared at me. A few came up to me and tried to chat, eventually working in how great I looked and asking why I was dressed that way. I did my best to laugh it off and tell them I was heading to a costume party, trying to ignore the look of pure lust in their eyes and to take my mind off the fact that their cocks were obviously swelling in their pants due to my sexual appeal. It didn't help that I routinely had to bend over to pull up the tops of my stockings as they continuously slid down my legs - I never thought I'd want a garter belt, but one would really have come in handy as I kept giving the growing crowd behind me a wonderful view of my smooth ass underneath that awful white tutu.

The train finally gave me a dose of mercy and arrived, not being near as full as it had been the previous day and thankfully I didn't see any of the familiar faces of the men I had to initiate sexual acts with during my ride home from the store. I did my best to go to the corner of the car I was in and avoid any eye contact. Then when I was two stops from my exit, two men approached me, one sitting down - both towered over me when standing. The one who was still standing eyed me up and down before nodding towards his friend.

"My friend here thinks your sexy - you're too small for me, I like a little meat on my bitches. But he wants a little lap dance from you.. I'm guessing you put on one fine ass show, too."

I gave a nervous laugh and again tried my line about the costume party, but noticed from his lack of a change in demeanor that he was serious. I moved between the man's legs who was sitting down, facing him as I felt his hands wander up underneath my tutu and cup my ass before squeezing roughly. His friend moved to sit next to him to enjoy the show as well. The train was fairly empty, enough to where everyone aboard could see me, and I apparently had everyone's attention. There was no music, so I did my best to improvise, trying to remember back to the videos I had just watched. I turned around and bent over, placing my ass in his lap as I began to grind against the cock I could feel hardening underneath. I turned back around and straddled him, caressing my breasts underneath my corset in my hands before taking his and placing them there as I again ground my crotch against his, him being completely unaware that my cock was mere inches from his. I turned back around and walked to one of the poles on the train, attempting to dance seductively on it. I felt the train start to slow before my exit and put a plan in place. I moved to the end of the pole closest to the door and backed into it, feeling the coolness of it between my ass cheeks. The train stopped and the doors sprung open, but I continued to dance with my back to the men. Finally the buzzer sounded, signaling that the doors would be shutting in a few seconds. Without warning I sprung through the doors, turning to see them close behind me with the men banging on them, too slow to get there in time. I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that I was surely going to be giving a happy ending to that dance if I had not made my timely escape. I turned and headed up the stairs, out of the tunnel and walked the three blocks to the store yet again.

There weren't many people out walking in the area I was, thankfully, though I still saw the cars slow as they drove past me, a few yelling some comments out their window about what they'd like to do to me. It was still difficult to grasp hearing those comments, but dressed as I was, I suppose I was inviting them. I made it to the front door of the store and pushed it open, again smelling the mixture of cheap perfume and sex on fire inside the hot store floor. The jingle of the door let everyone know I was there and I noticed that there were quite a few more people there this time around. A few women, but mostly men browsing the videos, toys and magazines.

Alice came running up to me before I could take more than two steps inside the door. I was floored by what she was wearing - for being a bit of a bigger girl, she definitely had no shame and was proud of how she carried herself. Around her neck was a studded black leather collar, and then holding in her massive breasts was a small, leather halter top with the middle cut out, showing off her enormous cleavage. Her mid section was completely bare aside from a small belly button chain, leading down to a black leather micro mini skirt. The skirt was so small and tight that her black leather thong was on full display underneath, and I could tell from looking at it that nearly her entire ass was in full view from behind. She had black leather thigh high boots on as well with black laces running from the toes all the way up to the top where they were tied in perfect bows. She had on thick red lipstick similar to mine and her blond hair hung down over her shoulders. She still had all of her piercings in her lip, nose, eyebrow and tongue and her eyeliner was deep and black around her eyes. She actually looked extremely sexy. She was one of the more emo chicks, but she also obviously took care of her body and had a nice even tan throughout - you hardly even noticed that she was upwards of 200 pounds the way she carried herself. She had that same evil smile on her face as she approached me quickly.




Trapped and Trained Ch. 12



"Candi! You're right on time - I'm so excited you decided to come back! And wow, I LOVE that outfit! Here, let me show you around the store since you're going to be a regular around here."

I was angry that she announced to the store that I had "decided" to come back. There was little decision involved in any of this past month and this was just another example. But, nonetheless, Alice grabbed me by the arm and began walking me around the store, obviously just wanting to show me off to all of the customers. She started in the video section and had me pause to look at the videos whenever someone was near us, allowing them to rape me with their eyes until she was satisfied and moved us on. We went through the apparel section with Alice routinely picking up some racy lingerie and holding it up to me, then loudly and rhetorically asking me what I thought before moving on to the next rack of clothing. She took me to the toys section and had me pick up a few of the dildos, then toyed with me by asking me to choose my favorite while others looked on. I was so embarrassed and wanted it over with quickly so I picked one that was similar to the one I had been made to use during my training video the night before, a hot pink one about 7" in length. Alice clapped and said that one was cute - and that I would eventually learn to favor the larger black ones. My lip quivered as people giggled around me, amused by her comments. Alice paid no attention to them and pulled me up to the front of the store, back past the front desk and into Miss Vicki's office where she was waiting on her computer.

Even sitting behind her desk I was intimidated as I walked in just from looking at her. She stood as I entered to allow me to see that she was wearing a skin tight black leather catsuit with cutouts all over it. The front was in a Y, with the tops attaching to a leather collar around her neck leading down over her ample breasts, the sides fully on display beneath the material as the leather came back together at her belly button in a silver ring. it again split apart, showing the front of her black thong, leading down to cover her long legs tightly, showing every small curve and crevice. She turned her back to me to grab something from a cabinet and allowed me to see that there was also a cutout at the top of her ass, showing the top half of her cheeks with the thong disappearing in between them. All leading down to powerful looking black stiletto high heels. She wore some very large, very expensive looking silver and diamond earrings dangling down just past her cheeks. Her red hair was tied back into a tight ponytail. Looking at her hands I saw some leather arm warmers going down her forearms - her hands were uncovered as a string held them in place just over her middle finger. All in all she was a very intimidating, yet amazingly attractive, dominatrix figure.

She eyed me up and down as she turned, then motioned for me to sit. Alice pushed me into the chair and then left us, closing the door behind her. Miss Vicki sat across from me in her chair and began peppering me with questions. What to do with your tongue during a blowjob. What to do differently if you have a tongue ring in. What to do with your hands - which was a tricky one because it could either be nothing, playing with the man's testicles or playing with yourself. What to do with the semen after it was unloaded. One question after the next about how to give head to perfection. I answered each question quietly, never making eye contact as I was ashamed of knowing each of the answers. And I did know them, all from memory.

Finally the questions stopped and Miss Vicki seemed pleased. She stood up and walked around the desk, allowing me to take in her full sexual appearance. My heart was racing as my trapped cock strained against the paste holding it in place. I so desperately wanted it free so that I could shove her over the table and rip her clothing off, taking her from behind. But I was a statue. Something about her was so dominating that I was scared to move, knowing how much control she possessed over me. She sat on the desk and leaned over to her phone, pressing the intercom button down.

"Alice, please send Jeffrey to my office."

In seconds there was a knock at the door. Miss Vicki answered it and in walked a very well built man. He was white and stood what must have been well over six feet tall. He had jet black hair and was wearing tight leather pants with a black t-shirt on, its sleeves stretching to contain his biceps. He had a small treasure chest on the breast of his shirt and, as he closed the door behind him, I saw the word "STAFF" in white lettering along the back. Miss Vicki had him sit in the chair next to me before turning her direction back to me.

"Show me."

That's all she said, but that's all she really needed to say. After all of the questions of how to give the perfect blowjob, she now wanted me to give one. My mouth opened in half shock, half humiliation. Miss Vicki walked back behind her desk and removed a pink paddle with the word "SLUT" cut out of the part that would strike a poor person's butt, tapping it in her hands loudly to get the immediacy of her command across to me. I quickly scurried out of my chair and onto my knees in front of this hulk of a man. I reached my hands out and fumbled with his button and zipper, eventually releasing them. He was wearing no underwear underneath and I inhaled in surprise as I saw an incredibly thick 8" soft penis flop out of his pants. This was too big, I thought to myself, and looked back to Miss Vicki in desperation, begging her with this look to not make me go through with this. She did not budge and shot me a very expectant and frightening look, nodding angrily towards the monster in front of me, again tapping her paddle in her hands.

I looked up at Jeffrey and saw a smile across his face - he obviously knew that he was in for some pleasure. I took my hand and place it on his penis, feeling the warmth in the palm of my hand and feeling it beginning to slowly stiffen. I stroked up and down on it for a moment, then tried to remember back to the video. I took my tongue and licked up and down on his shaft, then slowly took each of his testicles into my mouth, sucking on each one and then letting it slide out as he moaned in the chair. His cock was fully erect now and must have been at least 10", longer and thicker than anything Alice had forced down my throat the day before. I put my mouth over the head of his cock and swirled my tongue around it, allowing my tongue piercing to stimulate him as he began to squirm a bit in his seat. I took my hands and took his balls in them, moving them around until he brushed them away, placing them behind my back. Miss Vicki saw what he wanted and, while I was still working on the head of his penis, placed my arms inside of a tight black leather arm binder, forcing them behind me and forcing my chest out, my breasts now even more on display.

Jeffrey was turned on by this and stood up. He easily picked me up and placed me on the desk on my back with my head hanging off the end. He lined his cock up with my awaiting mouth and slid it in, taking control of the process. His cock was sliding halfway into my mouth and I could already feel it starting to touch my throat. There was just no way I'd be able to take it all. He put his hands on my breasts to stabilize himself and then began to allow it to go deeper and deeper into my open mouth. When almost 9 inches were in I began to squirm, my gag reflex beginning to trigger. Miss Vicki slapped my thighs with the paddle, telling me to quit squirming and finish him off. Jeffrey pulled the 9 inches out and began sliding them back in as I tried to relax my entire throat, my eyes widening as I watched the entire shaft disappear into my throat, feeling myself swallowing it in its entirety. He was moaning loudly now as he pulled it out, feverishly pushing it back in as I allowed my tongue piercing to play with his shaft as it entered and then sucking hard on it as he pulled back, listening to my mouth make those awful slurping noises as it left my mouth. He was becoming extremely aggressive now and I was having a hard time keeping up until he finally left his cock only halfway inside of my mouth before it began to twitch against my tongue. He let out a long grunt as he filled up my mouth with his load. I had to resist the urge to swallow it to clear it from my mouth, knowing what I had to do. I sat up and allowed it to bubble at the front of my mouth before licking it all up with my tongue again, doing that a few times and swallowing it bit by bit. The taste was dreadful, something I typically didn't experience when people just shot their cum straight down my throat. Doing it this way I was forced to taste it, to savor it in my mouth as the load slowly disappeared.

Jeffrey pulled up his pants as Miss Vicki dismissed him back to the floor, a smile on his face as he left. It was now just Miss Vicki and I in the room again, me still sitting on her desk, ashamed at the taste of cum rampant in my taste buds. She slowly clapped as she sat back in her chair.

"Beautifully done, my dear. You got off to a slow start and were a bit hesitant, but I knew Jeffrey would take control once you got him going, so he was a good subject for you to start with. In time you'll begin to crave the satisfaction of knowing that you can do that to a man, craving the taste of his semen the second you lay eyes on a man. Until then, I'll be nearby to 'help' you along. Now, up off the table and bend that cute little tutu covered ass over, time for a brief punishment for your hesitation and lack of ability to take control of the moment."

I bit my bottom lip and slid off of the desk, feeling the warmth of where I had just been laying as I bent over it, my hands still bound behind me leaving me completely at Miss Vicki's mercy. I felt Miss Vicki's hands delicately pull the white tutu down, then felt it fall to my feet on top of my sparkly red heels. She squeezed each of my cheeks roughly, digging her fingernails into me as I buried my head into the desk in pain. Finally she stopped, only to bring the paddle down swiftly across both of my cheeks. Over and over it felt like she hit the exact same spot. After what I counted to be twenty five strokes she finally stopped, again squeezing my ass in her hands. She told me to stand and face my back to the mirror in the office. In doing so I turned around and saw the word "SLUT" nicely branded into my now reddened ass cheeks.

She put down the paddle and slid the tutu back up over my hips. I winced as it slid over my now very sore ass, which brought a smile to Miss Vicki's face. She opened the door to the office and led me back out into the store to the front desk where Alice was helping a woman purchase a few items. While Alice was ringing up the sale, the woman saw me walking out of the hallway and made to stand awaiting the sale's completion. The woman smiled knowingly as she eyed me up and down. Alice printed off the woman's receipt for her new collection of butt plugs and a flogger, bagged her items in a black and pink bag with a treasure chest imprinted on the front and sent her on her way. Halfway out the store I saw the woman again turn to see me, taking in the sight of me once more before she left.

Alice saw her turn to stare at me and also shot around to face me. Knowing the woman was still in earshot, as well as a handful of other customers, Alice took an opportunity to further my embarrassment.

"Candi! Aww, sweetie - you've still got a bit of Jeffrey's cum on your lips. That's understandable, he carries a big load in that pipe of his. I was surprised to hear you got it all down after you struggled so much yesterday with my dildo - it sounds like you're coming along nicely. Let me help you with that since you apparently were a bad girl and had to have your hands tied behind your back like that."

Alice approached me and grabbed me around the waist, pulling me into her and licking my lips with her pierced tongue. She then slid her slippery tongue inside of my mouth, taking the small dab of cum that was left on my lips and transferring it to me. Her hands moved down to my ass, making me wince in pain as it was still extremely sore. Alice took notice and smiled, moving me away from her and turning me around. She pulled up my tutu, even though you could clearly see my reddened ass underneath it without lifting it, to see the "SLUT" emblem now very prevalent.

"Ohhh" she cooed, "that looks painful sweetie. Miss Vicki gives a masterful spanking, doesn't she? Looks like she did a number on you. I'm sure that will stay with you and teach you to behave yourself, hmm?"

She looked to me, expecting an answer. I quietly whispered a confirmation, but that was no enough. She grasped my suffering ass cheeks and squeezed until I answered loudly enough for everyone in the store to hear.

"That's better, Candi. Now, until your next training session starts up in a couple hours your job is to promote this awesome new item we got a shipment of in today. It's called the 'monkey rocker' and, from what I've seen of it on the Internet, it's fucking amazing."

I didn't like the sound of this thing, whatever 'monkey rocker' meant. Alice grabbed me around the waist and started walking me over towards the middle of the store. There in the middle of the store floor I saw some twisted looking machine. The height of the machine just barely came up to my knees. There were red pads running parallel to one another along either side of the machine that I would be required to squat on, positioning my pussy directly over the middle, which is where the perversion of the machine lied. I could see a purple rippled butt plug poking out from the middle. It started out with smaller bulbs leading up to one at the end that had to be almost two inches across. There was something that looked like a handle that came out the front that I had no idea the purpose of.

Alice pulled my tutu off of me, then pushed me towards the machine. I tentatively placed my legs on either side of it, staring down at all of the black metal with the purple plug standing out an inch above the leg padding. I began to squat down, feeling the red padding on the bottoms of my thighs next to my ass. My feet were on the ground in front of me, my knees bent at a perfect 90 degree angle leading down to my heels. Alice made sure I stayed leaned all the way back for some reason, and I noticed that the plug wasn't even touching me as she locked my legs into a spreader bar that was locked to the floor in front of me, essentially locking me to the machine. She furthered my predicament by taking some straps that were on the red padding and looping them around my thighs before padlocking the buckle in place. Now I really couldn't move or even raise up at all. She smiled as she walked around behind me and I felt her unclasp something at the back of my thong. I hadn't known that the clasp was there as I felt the crotch of the panties drop underneath me, leaving my pussy completely exposed. I still wasn't understanding the purpose of this machine - there was no electricity running to it, I didn't see anywhere that a battery could go and I certainly didn't see an on/off switch anywhere.

Finally the purpose became clear as Alice came in front of me and placed her hands on the handle. She pushed up on it and I felt myself start to rock forward. As I moved forward I felt the plug underneath me begin to raise up until it was beginning to push against my pussy. My eyes widened in surprise as Alice smiled, seeing the realization of what the machine was intended for coming across my face.

"You see, Candi - you control the fucking motion of this machine. If you want to have that plug in your ass, you just rock forward. If you want it out, just rock on backwards. Simple as that."

This was incredibly stupid, I thought to myself. I would just stay rocked all the way back the entire time, essentially just turning this thing into a mildly uncomfortable seat. Alice went behind me and rolled something else up to the machine. I felt something that felt like a small fork poking me gently in the ass, then poking me harder as she continued to move it. I twisted around but could only see her lock the wheels of whatever this thing was into place. Whatever it was, it did take electricity as I saw her run a cord into an outlet on the ground. She came back in front of me and was holding a small black remote in her hands.

"Now - to make sure you don't just lazily sit back and relax the whole time, we took an extra precaution. We want our customers to see the full effect of this machine, so we need to make sure that your inner slut really comes out on it. So..."

She trailed off and pressed a button on the remote. Immediately the fork that was touching my ass sent a jolt of electricity into me. It surprised me and stung like hell, forcing me to rock forward to get away from it, shoving the purple plug inside of me, causing me to yell out in a mixture of surprise and anger. As I was rocked forward, Alice turned a small lever on the remote and I heard the fork moving behind me. The plug was very uncomfortable so I began to rock backwards, trying to get it outside of me. Just before it exited, I felt the fork again - she had moved it forwards so that I could now not move back far enough to get the plug out of my pussy. It again immediately sent electricity through me, causing me to again rock forward, groaning at the realization that they had me stuck on this machine.

As the plug again began to become increasingly uncomfortable, I rocked backwards, keeping the vicious cycle going. Alice giggled and walked back to the front desk, where she still had a full view of me on this devil of a contraption. As much as I didn't want to, I slowly settled into a steady rhythm of fucking myself.

To my right I saw a couple exiting the toy section of the store. I got their attention through my yelps and groans from the plug and the fork behind me. They walked over to me and took in the full view. The woman was a mildly attractive brunette wearing a short red skirt and a tube top, showing off her midriff. The man was wearing an expensive looking suit and I thought I saw a Rolex as he pulled his hands out of his pockets while walking around me, looking at how the machine worked. The woman walked in front of me with a big smile on her face, a diamond necklace dangling down between her cleavage.

"John, look at this - it looks so hot! And look here - it looks like this handle does something. Hmm..."

She reached out her hand and grasped the handle. I pleaded with her to leave me be, but she pulled downward on it, pushing my ass hard into the fork behind me and making me squeal. She giggled and pushed upwards on it, rocking me back forward and watching the plug slowly disappear into my helpless pussy. I moaned in pain as it filled me up, closing my eyes before opening them to see a wide and devilish smile across her face. She again pushed me all the way back and all the way forward, again giggling at the situation I was in. John came around to the front of the machine and gently pushed her aside, taking control of the handle. He wasn't as gentle with me as he began quickly moving me back and forth, having all 10" of the plug push inside of me, the thickness at the base feeling like it was splitting me in half. He never relented and continued this torture for a few minutes while the woman walked circles around the machine, sometimes reaching underneath to slide one of her fingers inside of me as the plug exited to keep me completely filled up. I pleaded with them to stop, but that seemed to just encourage John to go faster and faster. He finally let go of the handle and let me rock on my own, slowing down with each rock but still feeling the plug penetrate me and then the fork shock me. Tears welled in my eyes as they walked away. I overheard the woman requesting for John to purchase one, then heard John put an order in for one at the front desk. As they exited the store, Alice shot me a thumbs up as if I had done a great job. I gave a sarcastic smile which was interrupted by yet another shock to my ass.




Trapped and Trained Ch. 12



This is how it went for the next two and a half hours. I would settle into my slow and steady rhythm, growing accustomed to taking the plug halfway in and then rocking backwards until just before the fork shocked me, then rocking forwards yet again until someone would notice me. They would then examine the machine for a few minutes until they understood how it worked, then they would undoubtedly grasp the handle and take control of my motions until they were satisfied.

Finally, after 3 hours on the machine and, by my count, eight sales of it, Alice came over to me and released me. She pulled me to my feet, the crotch of my thong dangling down to my mid thigh as it was no longer attached to the waistband behind me. I woozily stood there with my arms still trapped behind me, pleading with her to let me go home now. She just shook her head and led me back towards the front desk, past Miss Vicki's office and into a room with a large 3 on it. Inside there was a table that looked like something out of a gynecologist's office.

Alice released my arms from behind me, but they were now useless as they were so weak, as was the rest of my body. I had given up any resistance long ago anyways as I knew I was essentially powerless with all of the different types of mental and physical control they possessed over me. I was somewhat glad that my mind still rebelled against them and that I periodically showed them that I did not agree with their actions, but I also somewhat hoped that I would just accept it. No, that would never happen I told myself - I would eventually be free of all of this. I'd move far, far away and start a new life, pushing all of this out of my memory.

All of that would have to wait though, as Alice moved behind me and unzipped my corset, allowing it to fall to the floor and for my breasts to bounce around, exploring their new freedom. Alice then picked me up and placed me on the table. She placed my legs inside of the awaiting stirrups, strapping them into place and then spreading them apart until she was satisfied, then locking them into place as well. I tried squeezing my legs back together but there was absolutely no give in this machine. She allowed my arms to remain free, knowing that there was nothing I could do to the padlocks keeping my legs in place and that I was trapped in more ways than one anyways. She hit a switch on the side of the table and the recliner portion of the table slowly raised up until I was now basically sitting up on the table, staring down at my crotch just barely hanging off the edge of it.

Alice walked out of the room and I heard voices in the hallway. Before the door could completely shut, Miss Vicki was now walking in, still dressed to die for in her dominatrix outfit. She came over to me and pulled on the straps holding my legs in place, ensuring that everything was secure. She nodded in approval and then went to a table with a cloth covering it. She pulled off the cloth and I immediately began to plead with her to let me go, to not use the items on the table.

I couldn't see everything, but I definitely made out a few dildos and some nipple clamps, along with some kind of a metal object that I'd never seen before but that I was sure I wouldn't enjoy. Miss Vicki saw me staring at it and immediately picked it up, bringing it over for me to see.

"This is a speculum, Candi. It's what I'm going to use to train that pussy of yours to open nice and wide. You see, this part goes inside of you - see how it comes apart so wide when I push this lever? That's what I'll do while it is deep inside your pussy. Then you see this screw right here? As I turn that screw, the speculum locks in its position - can you imagine your hole stretching this wide? Well - you won't have to imagine it here in a few minutes, because we're using it first. And you won't be leaving this room until your groans of pain can convince me that they're actually moans of pleasure through your pussy being penetrated. Remember back to the videos you watched and convince me that you know what to do while you're being fucked and maybe I won't make you come back tomorrow and will instead allow you to recover for a few days. That sounds nice, doesn't it?"

That would sound nice if my home wasn't just another place of hell. A few days at home surely wouldn't be spent recovering but instead furthering my descent into submission through some more web cam shows or whatever else my perverted Master could think of. If he was still calling the shots, at least. Maybe Miss Vicki was in control now and I really would have a few days to recover. I had to hope for that and had to believe her in order to get through all of this. I felt the cold metal at the opening to my pussy.

"Mmm, I can already see that the monkey rocker opened you up a touch. Sounds like your demonstration had the desired results on my customers and that I made quite a few sales on that item today. I'll have to keep the effectiveness of that in mind as I get more new items in. People are always coming up with more and more perverted and penetrative machines, you'd be absolutely amazed at their creativity! But, anyways, enough sex shop talk - let's get back to business."

I felt the two arms of the speculum enter deep inside of me. This isn't so bad I thought. Then I watched as she slowly started to press on the lever. I felt the arms push against the boundaries of my hole and then continue to push, splitting me further and further apart. She continued to push as I wiggled and squirmed in the chair, doing everything I could not to rip the thing out of me, fearful of the consequences I would encounter. Wider and wider she allowed it to go. Just before I felt like I was going to pass out in pain, I saw her turn the screw and then step away. The speculum did not give at all, keeping my gaping hole stretched out as she returned to her table of goodies.

"Beautiful" she said as she returned. I hadn't seen what she had grabbed from the table until she pulled out a replica of the plug that had just been inside of me. I watched her insert it halfway with zero resistance before pulling it back out. I was stretched so wide that I didn't even feel it inside of me! She looked at me and then shook her head disappointingly.

"You don't just sit there and watch yourself getting fucked, sweetie. That's not how they did it in the videos, is it?"

She went to the table again and brought the nipple clamps over. My lips quivered as I watched the teeth of each wrap around my fake nipples, the pain shooting down into my actual ones as the teeth over mine answered in response. I inhaled quickly in pain but resisted the urge to scream, knowing that she would just find pleasure in that. She looked at me expectantly and then seemed almost satisfied before going back to the table. I watched her pick up a thick 8" dildo, then grab a strap on harness, sliding it up her legs and then pushing the dildo into place.

"Let's try this again. Maybe those clamps will help you focus."

She positioned herself between my legs, the black cock jutting out from the exposed crotch of her black leather thong. I watched the dildo again start to disappear inside of me. I did my best to give a moan of pleasure, but it came out flat and obviously rehearsed. Miss Vicki ignored it and began to slowly fuck me, even though I could hardly feel anything through the speculum I still tried to moan with her thrusts, but that is all I did. Miss Vicki again was upset as she pulled the cock out of me and went back to her table.

She picked up weights for the nipple clamps and returned to me, clipping the weights onto the chains of the clamps. These weights were heavier than anything I had taken the previous night with Alice and made me writhe in pain on the table, again doing my best to resist the urge to rip them off of me and temporarily relieve the pain. Miss Vicki slid the speculum out of me and went back to her table, putting it down and then removing the 8" dildo and replacing it, to my horror, with an even larger, even thicker one. It must have been 10" long and 2.5" across. She returned to her position between my legs.

"Maybe this one will get a fucking slut like you off" she said as I felt the head of the dildo against my hole. She placed her hands on my thighs to gain some leverage and then thrust forward, immediately pushing my hole apart and sliding in half of the dildo. I gasped as the feeling was so different from the speculum, then watched as she removed it and then waited just outside of my pussy, looking at me expectantly. My sense came to me.

"Please, mmmmmm, please fuck me with that big beautiful cock. I need it, I'll be the slut you want me to be just please fuck me like a dirty little whore."

I leaned on some of the phrases I had heard from the videos. A tiny smile flashed across Miss Vicki's face and I again felt the dildo at my hole. I arched my back up off of the table and let my hands run across my body as she slid the dildo in again. I put all of my male sense aside and moaned with all I could as the dildo went full hilt inside of me. My hands cupped my breasts and squeezed them as she began to fuck me, my moaning filling the room as she stroked in and out. I was so ashamed as I heard myself moaning like a whore. 

Miss Vicki's hands went to my breasts, pinching the clamps and pulling on them as my moans now mixed in with squeals, my back arching further off of the table as I moved my hands down to my fake pussy, playing with where my clit would be before sliding a few fingers inside of it, feeling my trapped cock deep underneath. Miss Vicki picked up her pace and was now full on fucking me, the opposite end of the dildo obviously stimulating her clit as she went to town on my pussy. Her moans began to answer mine as I again spoke dirty to her, trying my best to get out of this with this being my last experience here.

"Oh god yes, that's it, right there! Fuck me harder, harder, harder! That's it, YES! MMMMM!"

Finally she paused while the cock was deep inside of me, her body convulsing as an orgasm coursed through her body. She closed her eyes and squeezed my breasts tightly. After a minute she opened her eyes and smiled a proud smile before removing the cock from me and walking directly out of the room. More talking outside of the door before Alice strode in with a smile on her face as well.

"Wow, Candi - that sounded fucking hot from outside the door. I can't wait to watch the video."

With that she pointed to the corners of the room where I saw multiple cameras trained on me.

"we're going to splice that together and make a nice little advertisement for you I'm sure. You really took it like a slut from what I could hear. Miss Vicki was moderately satisfied. She said you were still rough and it was still obvious that you were faking it, but she liked the effort. You're to get dressed in this outfit and then report to her office before you are allowed to leave. Good job!"

She released the straps and the lock on the stirrups and I felt my feet drop to the floor. Alice threw an outfit at me, different from the one I had arrived in. I looked at her expecting more to wear but she just left me there in the room to get dressed in this revealing outfit.

It was a red flyaway gown, if you wanted to call it a gown. The top was a halter top with lacy red detail around the cups, meeting underneath in a red bow with a jewel in the middle. From there, the material never came together again, with a sheer lacy material running from underneath the cups and down the sides to the ground. It also flew away in the back, leaving my ass on full display. It came with a matching thong and red garter. In the middle of the waistband of the thong was another red bow. I groaned in displeasure and slid off what was left of my old thong and replaced it with this new one, feeling the string slide into place. I put on the dress, adjusting it to ensure the cups supported my glue on breasts. I took the attached garters and hooked them onto my white fishnet stockings - cursing myself for wishing I had a garter belt earlier in the night. I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn't believe how much of my body was in view. The dress basically just covered up my breasts and left the rest naked.

I walked out of the room, feeling the sides of the dress lift up as I walked, putting me even more on display. I walked down the hallway to Miss Vicki's office, where she was again taking meticulous notes on her computer spreadsheets. She saw me walk in and motioned for me to take a seat.

"Well, Candi - you had an adequate session today, so I'm ready to send you home. Don't fret, you won't be required to ride the subway in that outfit - it's much too nice to be in such a filthy place. Instead, Jeffrey will be giving you a ride home in one of our town cars. I'm sure you'll be able to come up with a way to thank him for the ride upon arrival at your apartment."

I was glad to not be required to ride the subway home, but at least then I had some semblance of control over whether I partook in sexual acts. From the tone of Miss Vicki's voice, I knew she was expecting me to "thank" Jeffrey with another "perfect blowjob". I sighed and followed Jeffrey out of the store, past the monkey rocker display that made me shiver to my core to think back about. He opened the front door for me and I slid inside, watching him walk around with a smile on his face as he jumped into the driver's seat. 

It was a short ride home and, as we pulled into my complex's parking lot, he locked the doors, looking at me expectantly. I again sighed as I unbuckled myself and shifted my weight to face him. His pants were already unzipped with his flaccid cock laying like a dormant snake across his thigh. I swallowed and went to work, breathing on the head, licking up and down the shaft until he once again took control, shoving his monster cock deep down my throat over and over again until he finally shot yet another load down my throat. I again remembered to take the load and play with it in my mouth until it was gone, at which time he unlocked my door and nodded for me to get out. As I was climbing out I felt him smack my ass roughly, causing me to jump and hurriedly exit, slamming the door angrily behind me.

I walked to my apartment and let myself in the unlocked door, remembering that my car was parked at the subway. Not that it really mattered since I had left the key at the store - I was sure it would find its way home whenever it was required to be there. I saw a note on the TV telling me to go to the computer in my fetish room. I was dreading having to put on a webcam show dressed as I currently was and timidly made my way inside. The computer was opened to my email account, with a new message waiting to be opened.

I opened the email, seeing that it was from an address at Miss Vicki's store. Inside there was a video attachment. I opened the attachment to see that it was an edited video of Miss Vicki fucking me, complete with audio of me calling myself a dirty whore, asking her to fuck me harder, moaning like a bitch in heat. The body of the email told me to go to "my" web site. I hesitantly opened the site and typed in the address, my jaw dropping as a copy of the video popped up on the screen with the subtitle:

"CANDI THE COCK SLUT - EAGERLY UNDERGOING INTENSE TRAINING TO BE THE BEST COCK HUNGRY WHORE YOU'VE EVER EXPERIENCED. CALL THE NUMBER FLASHING BELOW TO RESERVE HER SERVICES FOR YOUR PARTY NEEDS IN THE NEAR FUTURE!"

This was just getting out of control. Now they were trying to make it sound like I was voluntarily going through training to be better at being a slut, complete with video evidence. And reserving me for parties? Not a chance. I leaned back in the chair, trying to think of how I was going to get out of this, until I felt someone behind me. Before I could turn around I felt a sharp pain in my neck, then blackness.

I woke up on my back, going down some kind of a hallway. I was strapped down, watching the lights pass by above me. I saw a few faces with medical masks on. I leaned my head up, seeing some kind of black markings on my chest around my breasts and nipples. The fake breasts were gone, but I was still groggy. I made out a conversation between someone and what I assumed was some kind of a doctor.

"So, we'll perform the procedures as detailed in the report you reviewed earlier. And have you made a decision on what to do with her genitals?" the doctor asked to the mystery person.

Panicking, I struggled woozily against the restraints, but before I could hear an answer I felt another pain in my neck, then back to blackness. What was happening to me?



Trapped and Trained Ch. 13



The next two weeks were a blur. I had no idea what was going on, just short flashes of consciousness followed by blackness and confusion once again. The times I was awake I was still groggy as I must have been kept heavily sedated. I'd feel myself being shifted and moved from room to room periodically, bursts of extremely bright lights, fluids and pills pushed into me, bandages removed and replaced around my body. Then it'd be back to the darkness and confusion, wondering what was going on, panicking about all of the possibilities.

Finally I awoke one morning, finding myself completely alone in my bed. I had hoped that I'd awake to find my life back to normal, but as I rolled my head to the left and saw the pink walls with a large, poster-sized framed photo of me being dolled up in a pink dress, a massive cock balls deep inside of me, I knew that I was still in my own personal hell.

I tried to roll over only to find that my arms and legs were tied spread eagle to the bed. The white and pink comforter was pulled up to my neck, not allowing me to see anything I was wearing. I imagined it was some sort of negligee, so that didn't disappoint me too much. I squirmed a bit, trying to move the blanket around, but my range of motion was severely limited. On my pink pillow I could see blond locks of hair falling from my head all around me. Another wig, what else is new, I thought to myself.

Suddenly the door to my bedroom opened and, to my surprise, Brittany walked in. She was dressed down, just wearing some short pink shorts with a white tank top, showing off her impressive cleavage with her blond hair tied up into a messy ponytail. She broke out into a somewhat surprised smile as she saw that I was now awake.

"I thought I heard you in here Candi. Glad to see you're finally awake - you've had an eventful past two weeks! Now, let me explain a few things before I release you. You may not know it, but you were signed up for some extensive and expensive procedures a couple of weeks ago, so you may be a little shocked by all of the changes you're going to see when I remove this comforter. Don't fret, your pathetic little clitty is still in tact. For now, at least, from what I hear - I guess it all depends on how that Miss Vicki lady grades your behavior over the next couple months."

Procedures?! What procedures?! I squirmed violently against my restraints now, pulling as hard as I could against each of the cuffs, trying to break free. Brittany just giggled.

"I know, you're eager to see all of your improvements. Well, before I do the big unveiling of the new and mightily improved Candi, let me tell you what I'm doing here. It hasn't always been just me here, but I'd say I've done the lion's share of the work since I myself have had some work done on my body and know how to take care of everything. I've had some help from a few guys in getting you up and around, putting you in the tub to keep you washed up, changing your clothes, getting you up and around to prevent any kind of bed sores. I've also added my own little touch, something I thought would be super sexy, but I'll leave that as a surprise! Keep in mind that you're still being watched on cameras and you have your clitty ring back in place, so any disobedience and you know you're going to get zapped. Before I release you I'm going to blindfold you so that you can take it all in at once - don't you dare move to take that off. Now, nod your head if you're going to be a good girl and then I'll release you."

I stared at her in disbelief for a few minutes before tentatively nodding my head in confirmation. Brittany jumped up off the bed and grabbed a black blindfold, sliding it over my eyes before she moved around to each of my limbs, releasing the cuffs. I felt her pull the covers off of me and I resisted the urge to pull the blindfold off, knowing that I would receive a harsh punishment and that I would see what had happened to me shortly anyways. Brittany grasped my hand and pulled me to my feet. I felt the blond wig I was wearing tickle the tops of my shoulders as the hair fell down as I stood. I felt my feet on the ground completely, glad to know that I wasn't wearing any kind of high heels for once. I feared this would be my last good feeling in a long time as my nerves were alive in anticipation of seeing what these animals had done to me.

Brittany slowly led me away from the bed and in front of a full length mirror that I knew was on the wall by the door. As we walked I felt a very light material holding my breasts and sliding up my ass as well, but that was about it - the fake breasts must have still been on me, I figured - nothing new there. All in all I didn't feel too different, though my mouth did feel quite strange but I chalked it up to just being woozy from the sedation. She stopped me there in front of the mirror and spoke to me.

"Okay Candi - time for you to see the new, well, you!"

She lifted the blindfold off of my face. I guess the first thing I noticed was that my entire body was now extremely tan. Brittany noticed this as well and smiled.

"You see, while you've been out I figured now would be a great time to work on those tan lines. I've had the guys come in and put you in that tanning bed you have a couple times a day for the past two weeks. I've always made sure to have you in a sexy little thong and bra to get you some cute tan lines - guys love that thong tan line, you know."

I was wearing one of the outfits she must have been talking about. A light pink wicked weasel bikini was barely containing my bulging pussy lips and fake breasts. The breasts seemed to feel a bit different and their shape wasn't the same as I remembered, but I figured it was just a different style that was glued on me now. My body was still as smooth as the morning I had shaved. My lips seemed a bit fuller and I saw the blond wig I was wearing was much longer than I thought. The hair was straightened and went down to the tops of my breasts. It was blond, but there were darker highlights towards the bottom and also mixed into the bangs.

I looked confusingly towards Brittany. She looked at my reflection in the mirror and then went through everything.

"I know - it's hard to tell what's changed, huh sweetie? Well - those breasts aren't glued on for starters."

With my jaw halfway open, she untied the back of the bikini top at my neck and back, letting it fall to the ground as my breasts bounced. I slowly moved my hands to them, recoiling as I felt my hands moving across the mounds of flesh now atop my chest. Everywhere was still a darkened bronze except for where the bikini had been, that skin still as white as it had been the last day I remembered. The thin tan line extended up over my neck and around my back, almost as if I was permanently wearing a bikini top now. Brittany stood in front of me and placed her hands on my chest as I still looked at her dumbfoundedly. She ran her fingers over my new light pink aureoles before taking my pencil eraser erect nipples in her fingers and twisting them. No longer did I feel a response from underneath fake breasts gripping my real nipples - these were my real nipples and the sensation was felt immediately. Brittany just smiled and slapped them, watching them bounce naturally.

"Wonderful shape to them, don't ya think? They have that natural pendulous look. They wanted to push you up to an E cup but I talked them into a full D. But don't worry, we've had you on a steady dose of estrogen so soon you'll be up into that double D cup range, which will just be fabulous as they jiggle while you're riding a cock with them bouncing up and down. Aren't they just magnificent?"

Brittany was behind me now, her hands reached around me caressing my breasts. She whispered more changes to my body in my ear.

"Oh, and that hair - that's not a wig sweetie. That's for real too. They took advantage of a radical new implant procedure and basically planted synthetic hairs into your scalp. Your body doesn't know the difference and will latch onto it just like a normal hair follicle, allowing it to grow just like your natural hair. We'll have to keep it colored periodically, but that will be so fun. We'll have a girls night and I'll come over to color your hair and style it while we watch some of your porn films and talk about all the guys you've sucked and fucked!"

I moved my hands up to my hair and gave it a tug, feeling the roots tugging in response from underneath my scalp. I moved closer to the mirror, pulling up the bangs to look at the root of the hairs, dumbfounded as I saw it disappearing underneath my scalp. Brittany again moved into me, again placing her hands on my breasts, again pinching my now overly sensitive nipples making me jump before moving her hands up to my face, placing one of her fingers inside of my mouth.

"And those lips - they went with a heavier and more permanent dose of collagen than I suggested, but Miss Vicki knew what she wanted and I must say that they turned out perfect. I mean, fuck, look at those things. Just looking at them makes me wish I had a cock just so I could feel it slide in between them and a shoot a load all over them."

Her finger moved in and out of my mouth a few times before her hands moved down my body, cupping my smooth ass in her hands.

"You've also had your body hair laser removed, so you can kiss it goodbye for a long, long time. You should be happy about that one, no more messing with that silly cream or those messy razors. This is really the way to go - and now your skin is so silky smooth. Combined with the hormone pills you're taking which is already starting to soften it up, you're going to be able to drive men wild while you slide up and down on their cocks during those sexy lap dances you'll learn to love to give. No more worrying about your hair stubble turning them off, now you can slide up and down all night long!"

She looped her thumbs into the sides of my pink thong and, in one swift motion, slid them to the ground. Again I saw a blatant tan line amidst my now evenly tanned crotch and ass, the thing strings of the tan line sliding up over my hips seductively. At my crotch was no longer the pussy paste, but instead something different, with a skin like feel as I moved my hands over it.

"That's your new pussy sweetie - feels and looks real, doesn't it? It's a prosthetic pussy, custom made for you by a company over in France, SUPER expensive because of how realistic they are - guys can't even tell the difference. Your pathetic little clit is inside of a sheath on the inside of it and it's glued very securely to your crotch. There's a catheter inside of your clit with a tube leading to the tip of the pussy, making you pee just like a real girl. As your crotch will undoubtedly sweat being trapped like that, the moisture will run down another opening and give the effect of a wet and horny pussy. The lips are always puffy and swollen, ready to be fucked. You can take a small cock in there, but it is still mostly just for show or to be fingered while you're being fucked. Your clit is stroked through the skin inside of it whenever someone plays with it, so I'd imagine it will still drive you wild. They wanted you to keep your testicles so that you would still create a small amount of testosterone, allowing you to still become wildly horny like most men. However, over time, instead of wanting to shove your little clit into something, you'll now want to ride a long, stiff cock. Plus, since the estrogen has been so effective, your already tiny clit has now shrunk even further. I played with it the other day and it only came up to about 2" in length."

She laughed hysterically at her last comment as I immediately became lightheaded from all of this information. The room began to spin and I felt faint, stumbling backwards as I fell onto the bed. I must have gone unconscious as this was just too much for me to handle. The room went black as I faded out of consciousness.

When I awoke again I was back in the bed, under the covers, seeing that it was dark out. I must have been out for some time. I climbed out of the bed, seeing that I was again back in the wicked weasel bikini and that I smelled of a tanning solution. Great, the bitch put me back in that tanning bed, further enhancing my already blatant tan lines.

The bedroom door was unlocked and open, so I wandered out into the living room. All of the doors were unlocked and open, but no one was there with me - I was finally alone. I walked back to the bedroom and took another look in the mirror, allowing my hands to explore all of these new modifications. It was uncanny how perfect everything looked, from the amazing tits that I had in my hands down to the realistic appearing pussy that I felt through my thong. I had the urge to pee and went to the bathroom, remembering that I had to sit just to pee now, which was humiliating in itself as I felt the stream flow through the catheter, through the pussy lips and down into the toilet. I instinctively grabbed a piece of toilet paper and wiped my vagina clean from front to back, silently yelling at myself in my mind. As I sat there I looked at my legs - they were so tan and smooth, and so soft to the touch. Such a strange feeling to have this soft of skin all of a sudden, with not a hair to be found anywhere.

I walked to the closet to try and find something masculine to wear, but everything was fit for a stylish female. There weren't any t-shirts, no jeans, no boxer briefs, nothing. I went through every closet and every drawer, occasionally scoffing at the scant pieces of clothing I'd find. Crotchless panties, skirts with the ass completely cut out, dresses with more material missing than was there to actually cover the body, stockings of all different colors and material, more slutty costumes than I'd ever thought actually existed.

Not wanting to give everyone currently tuned in and viewing me on my web site a free peep show, I just grabbed something off of a hanger and threw it on. It turned out to be a turquoise, metallic looking minidress that zipped up the front. Thing spaghetti straps went over my shoulders and it had black lace up detail on both sides, with the laces ending just before the bottom of each cup. I zipped it on and adjusted my new breasts, wincing as I felt my nipples rubbing against the padding on the inside of the dress, which was a completely new feeling. I winced again as I pinched and pushed my breasts down inside the dress, staring down at the valley of cleavage I was now showing as a result. I sighed and walked out of the closet and back into my bedroom, pulling out a matching turquoise metallic thong with black trim and sliding it up my legs as well and into place between my cheeks.

I walked out into the living room and began looking around. Finally, in the upper right hand corner of the room, I saw something that gave me hope. There was s small black box with a small antenna poking out of it - I figured it had to be some kind of a wireless receiver, which would most likely be connected to all of the contraptions in the apartment. Maybe, I thought, if I can just disable that thing, the doors would unlock and my cock ring would be unusable as well. Then I would just have to get out of here as fast as possible as I was sure people would race to the apartment - but as long as I stayed out of their signal range, I'd be just fine. I could be free!

I started looking around for something to hit the receiver with, but was running out of luck. Finally I thought of throwing some water on it - electronic devices hate water. So I sauntered over to the kitchen, pulling out a large glass and filling it with water as if I were just thirsty - nothing out of the ordinary. I took a sip as I wandered over to the corner of the room, then suddenly threw the entire contents of the cup at the receiver. I saw a spark fly out of it, then a small puff of smoke trickle out. To my left I heard the sound of the front door unlocking - it had worked!

I ran to the door and flung it open, still in my bare feet but not caring. I'd figure everything else out later, for now I just had to get as far away from here as possible. I turned toward the parking lot, remembering now that my car was still at Miss Vicki's store. Cursing under my breath I began to panic. I ran to my neighbor's door and began pounding on it, begging for her to help me. She flung the door open, standing there in a short tank top and some black spandex shorts - she must have just finished working out, I figured. She immediately saw it was me - well, not "me" me, but this "Candi" girl who she apparently didn't like... girls like her hated the slutty girls. She eyed me up and down as I rambled a million words a minute at her.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa - slow down. What do YOU want?"

I slowed down what I was saying, trying to speak slowly and deliberately.

"I'm your neighbor, Andy. I know it doesn't look like it, and it's a really, really long story that I promise to explain. I was kidnapped and basically held hostage in my apartment for the past two months. They've been doing terrible, terrible things to me and I need your help. Please, PLEASE, you've got to believe me and you've got to help me get away from here. They'll be here soon. Please!"

She stared at me for a minute, then got a very surprised look on her face.

"Andy?! That's really you?! Holy shit - what's going on? We've got to call the cops! Come inside, let me get my phone!"

I stopped her and pleaded with her to just grab her keys and to let us get in her car, explaining that they had taken mine. We could call the cops on the way, but we just had to get out of here NOW. She was flustered but complied, grabbing her keys and locking her door behind her. I ran out to her car in the parking lot with her just behind me, asking me question after question to which I kept answering that I'd tell her later and that we just needed to focus on leaving this place right now. We jumped in her car and buckled our seat belts as she started it up and threw it in reverse.

Before she could back up even a foot, I her tires skid to a halt behind us. I turned around and saw a black SUV with tinted out windows and chromed out rims. Three huge men exited the back of the SUV and the passenger door, then I saw him... my "Master" was driving, and he did not look happy at all. As Samantha honked her horn and then looked at me to ask who they were, my entire body went stiff in shock as my cock ring was activated at full force. Unable to move I watched as my Master and another man threw open the driver side door and picked her up out of the seat, carrying her back into her apartment. The other two picked me up out of my seat and carried me back to my prison, standing guard by the door after they laid me down on the couch, my cock ring still zapping me consistently, causing me to stay right on the edge of consciousness until the blackness consumed me and I was out.

I awoke what must have been an hour or so later. All four men were in my apartment now. Two of them were reinstalling a new wireless receiver in the corner of the room, bolting in a steel casing over it with just the antenna's tip sticking out to prevent any more of my tampering. My Master walked over to me, sitting next to me on the couch. He didn't look as angry any longer - it was more of a disappointed expression on his face.

"Candi - I really didn't want you to get anyone else involved in this, but you just had to go fucking around and getting your neighbor tied up in all of this, didn't you? Well, not to worry. She had been taken care of. She's perfectly healthy and has been told that she will stay that way as long as she doesn't say a word of this to anyone. She is staying in an undisclosed hotel for the next few days while my associates work on relocating her somewhere far away from here. She'll start a new life there and will be well taken care of as long as she cooperates. And, if she doesn't, well... she'll just have to be relocated to a more permanent location."




Trapped and Trained Ch. 13



The severity of the situation began to come down on me and I began to sob into my hands, pleading with him incoherently to let me go, that I didn't want this life. I promised him that I wouldn't say a word either, that he could just send me to the same place he was sending Samantha. He stood up to leave.

"Don't be silly - you're turning into quite the revenue stream for me, a valuable asset in my business ventures. Once you complete your training with Miss Vicki you'll be priceless. And, thanks to her, I'm not allowed to discipline you while you're under her training, otherwise you'd be in a world of hurt right now. She doesn't want any markings on you, so aside from your clitty ring to keep you under control, I'm not to lay a hand on you. You should be thankful... but if you ever try something like this again and make me fucking come over here, I'll ship your little ass overseas and sell you to the highest fucking bidder like Miss Vicki wanted me to do originally, you understand?"

He didn't wait for an answer, he just headed out the door. Two of his goons followed before the last one paused in the door, pointing towards the kitchen table."

"Details of your next task are on the table, bitch. Get some sleep tonight, got a long fuckin day tomorrow."

He shut the door and walked out, leaving me to sob to myself on the couch. I heard the door again lock behind them... the new receiver was working without a hitch, sadly. That was my chance - I was out the door and in a car, headed for a lifetime of gaining my freedom back and exacting revenge on all these people that have wronged me, and then it all came crashing down. I curled up in a ball on the couch and cried myself to sleep.

Fast forward to 4pm of the next day. Here I was, walking towards the door after hearing the town car honk in the parking lot. I was dressed as a perverted teenage boy's version of a school girl. From my neck was a plaid collar with a short plaid tie hanging down, the tip just hanging down between my enormous cleavage. I had a black shirt on that tied just underneath my breasts, outlined in plaid accents. Underneath the shirt was a peek-a-boo bra. The straps were plaid as were the three tiny bows holding the cups shut at the top, bottom and middle, creating small slits in the material, but the actual cups themselves were made of a PVC material. My midsection was completely bare, showing off my silver chain hanging from my belly button with a small penis at the end of it. PVC material was again at the top of my skirt with a plaid belt "holding it up", which really wasn't necessary given how confining the skirt was, it felt like it was melted to my body and there was no way it would be falling down. At the bottom of the PVC material was some more plaid lining, creating a short pleated skirt effect. The back of the skirt was completely missing on a few inches of either side of my ass, showing the plaid string of my crotchless thong resting between my ass cheeks. I felt the flaps bouncing up and down on my ass as I walked, reminding me that everything was on display back there. Black PVC garters hung down from the skirt, hooking into black fishnet stockings with plaid bows at the front and back of the tops, leading down to black 6" high heels. Black PVC strips hung down from my ears with silver studs in them, I counted six studs on each, stopping just above my shoulders. My hair was still styled straight and my makeup again was applied generously throughout my face with dark red lipstick adding a final touch to my lusciously perfect dick sucking lips. To show that they thought of everything, a plaid colored ball was resting on my tongue ring. I hated to admit it, but I looked hot... really, really hot. I looked in the mirror and tried to step outside of my body, looking at this blond knockout standing inside my apartment dressed to kill before being forced back into reality by the sound of the car horn honking outside.

I climbed into the town car, where I was glad to see that I was allowed to sit in the back and didn't recognize the man driving. He was silent the entire drive before pulling over next to a small building. I looked out the window and saw that it was a tattoo and piercing shop. He motioned for me to get out.

"First stop - I'll be waiting here when you're finished. They're expecting you."

My heart pounded as I wanted to tell the man I wasn't getting out, but given my disobedience the day before I figured I shouldn't push it. I stepped out of the car and hurried inside, not wanting to give anyone a view of my ass bouncing in the opening of my skirt. I walked inside and saw a woman with jet black hair and multiple piercings and tattoos standing at the front desk. She eyed me up and down, then just told me to follow her as she led me to a back room. She led me inside the room and told me to remove my top. I did as I was told, then she sat me down in a medical looking chair before leaving.

As she left another man entered, also tatted up all over his body with a few piercings. He was very rough and intimidating to the eye and immediately got down to business without saying a word to me. He grabbed my left breast in his hand and, with a clamp in his other hand, promptly placed the clamp on my nipple. The pain burned and I moved to get out of the chair, only to get a forearm in my chest as he pushed me back into the seat. He was obviously not in the mood to argue. He then took out a large silver needle and shoved it through the base of my nipple, causing me to scream out. He placed a metal bar through the piercing and screwed silver balls onto both sides before moving to the right breast and doing the exact same thing. By the end of it my nipples were throbbing in pain as he stood, told me to get my clothes on to leave, then left the room. I gently put on my bra, flinching as I arranged my breasts in the bra and gingerly walked out of the store. The girl at the front desk was now sporting a knowing grin on her face as she waved to me and told me that she hoped to see me again real soon.

I walked back out of the store and ran to the car again to find that the door was locked and the driver nowhere to be found. I began to panic as people were walking past me, not even attempting to hide the fact that they were staring at me. A few men stopped to talk to me, telling me how sexy I was, attempting to place their hands on me as I finally saw my driver crossing the street, just leaving a burger joint. He hopped in the car and unlocked the door, allowing me to jump in and leave the crowd that was forming around me not a moment too soon as one of the men had become bold enough to put his hand on my ass before I slapped it away, angering him.

We drove for another fifteen minutes, again in total silence, before pulling in to the parking lot of what looked like a strip club, but I couldn't see the name as we drove by. We parked in the back and the man led me to a door in the side of the club. He walked in front of me down a hallway as we passed by a bouncer, who waived us past a velvet rope protecting some stairs without a word. Up the stairs we went into another hallway with multiple doors on the right side. We went down to the third red door and the man led me inside, showing me that it was actually a lavish suite with about ten people inside. The lights were down low with a few glass tables inside and a large glass screen at the front showing the club down below with hundreds of people sitting at tables and some dancing on the dance floor in front of a stage.

Right as I walked in, everyone's attention came to me and I heard people whispering to one another. Amidst the whispers one voice rang out and I immediately knew that it was Alice.

"Candi... Candi! Over here - get over here!"

I saw her sitting at a table with a few other people and shyly walked over to her. She stood up next to me and quieted everyone down.

"Everyone, meet Candi, Miss Vicki's new project. She's a raw talent but has a LOT of potential, as you'll all see on the stage tonight."

She then turned to me and looked me up and down. She bent down and slid her hands up my exposed thighs, just above my stockings and cupped my ass cheeks, telling me how smooth and soft I felt. She then put her hands on my breasts.

"Wow - so, these are the real thing, huh? Well, not 'real' like mine, but they're yours now, yea?"

I shamefully nodded yes as she untied my shirt and then untied the plaid bows on my bra, pulling the PVC material apart to show my breasts peeking out now. She laughed as she saw my red and sore nipples with the metal balls on both sides of them, then flicked them and watched me shriek in pain.

"Yea, they'll be sore for a few weeks - especially after tonight!"

She laughed and then let me tie the bra back together and cover myself back up (as much as I could) with my little black shirt. She then told me to crawl under her table as she went back to talking to her company. I did as I was told as I felt a smack on my ass while I was crawling underneath, making me speed up. Once I was under the table I heard Alice say that Miss Vicki was running a bit behind but would be here in plenty of time for the show. Alice grabbed my hair, giggling as she felt it deeply rooted in my head, and pulled me towards here. She placed my head between her thighs and then hiked up the black PVC skirt she was wearing, showing that she again was pantyless, her fat pussy lips glistening against the dim light. She pulled me further into her until my nose and mouth were now centimeters away from her. I assumed she wanted me to lick her so I stuck out my tongue only to have her reach down and slap my breasts, telling me not to lick her unless told to. She made me sit there for the next thirty minutes, just smelling the scent of her pussy as she talked with the people at the table as if nothing was amiss.

One of the women she was talking to was also taking advantage of my positioning under the table. Periodically I would feel the tip of her high heel gliding along my ass cheeks, occasionally nuzzling between then and rubbing up against the thong string. Once I felt the sole of her heel against the top of my ass, followed by her stiletto heel probing against my pussy, searching for a way in. Finally she moved it down some and inserted it into my fake pussy as I felt it pushing against my trapped cock. It made me groan in a mixture of pain and dull pleasure, which was obviously turning on Alice as I saw her pussy beginning to drip and the moisture slide down her pussy lips and collect on the chair.

After what felt like the longest thirty minutes of my life, I finally heard someone enter the room and a commotion again started up. Alice stood and told me to get out from under the table but to stay on my knees with my eyes down until told otherwise. I was glad to get out from under that damn table, so I did as was expected of me. I saw two black leather boots with 5" heels stop in front of me, then a hand on the back of my head as my hair was pulled, forcing me to look up. It took me a moment to take in what I was looking at.

It was Miss Vicki and she was breathtaking. Her vibrant red hair flowed down to a skin tight black leather corset with red lacing up the front and back, holding it as tight as possible and pushing her breasts out of the top. A red leather skirt was wrapped around her waist, just below her ass and looked equally as tight, showing the immaculate curves of an amazing figure. Her black leather boots went up all the way to her mid thigh, showing just a flash of skin between the tips of the boots and the bottom of her skirt. From my angle I could easily see up her skirt, showing that she had a black crotchless thong on underneath, her shaven pussy peaking out between the slits in the panties. She held my gaze for a moment before walking a small circle around me, examining the work that had been done on my body, most likely at her request.

"This will do quite nicely", I heard her say, almost proudly. "Take her downstairs and get her ready for the show."

With that Alice promptly picked me up off the ground and led me out of the room with two bouncers behind us. We walked back down the stairs and down another small hallway before opening a large door. We walked out onto what looked like the back of the stage, a big red velvet curtain hung down, shielding us from the crowd on the other side. There on the wooden floor I saw a black chalkboard and a teacher's desk, with a student's desk in front of it where the chair and desk are welded together. Alice walked me over to the student desk and, instead of having me sit in it like I anticipated, she bent me over the chair with my hands stretched to the edge of the desk portion. I then watched as she pulled out four buckles, cuffing my arms and legs to the legs of the desk, leaving me stretched out like this with nowhere to go. She then spanked me hard on the ass and told me to have fun as she walked off the stage and back out the door, presumably back up to the suite to watch the show.

Almost on cue, the curtains rolled back and bright spotlights flickered on, centered on the stage and shedding incredible amounts of light across it. Microphones hung down to collect any audio from up on the stage. I had nowhere to hide as I looked to my left to see the hundreds of people taking their seats, focusing their collective gaze on the show that was about to start, with me as the apparent star. They were seated so close to me that it felt as if they were right there on the stage with me, the glass screens up above also allowing people to see the action below with cameras zooming in to show what was happening on small TV monitors on each table as well. The crowd clapped as Miss Vicki appeared, walking confidently onto the stage and over in front of the chalkboard, then walked a circle around me, stopping behind me to run her fingernails over my ass, startling me and causing me to struggle against my bonds. She then walked to the center of the stage and spoke to the audience.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for the generous applause. I hope you're excited for tonight's main event as I know my newest pet Candi is very eager to put on a wonderful show for you all. I feel I should inform you that Candi was a bad little girl yesterday from what I've heard, so rather than starting tonight off as I had originally planned, Candi will instead be spending the first portion of the show in detention where she will receive a suitable punishment for her poor behavior."

The crowd again applauded as Miss Vicki walked over to the desk. She opened one of the drawers and I watched as she pulled out that same paddle with the word "SLUT" carved out of it. My eyes widened and I began to pull at the restraints to the amusement of the crowd. I apologized to her for trying to get away and begged her not to spank me, but she just smiled and walked behind me. She repositioned the desk so that my exposed ass was now facing the crowd and lifted up the flaps of my skirt. She then asked the crowd how many strokes I should receive. Answers rang out from all over - 10, 20, 50, 100... I hated them for their suggestions and hoped someone would have mercy and tell her not to spank me at all, but she finally settled on 40, nearly twice as many as I'd ever taken. I bit my bottom lip as I heard the paddle cutting through the wind, finally hearing the tell tail spank against my vulnerable cheeks as the crowd yelled out "ONE" in unison, drowning out the noise of my scream. This continued all the way until the last one, my ass now as red as the red on Miss Vicki's skirt, my lip quivering from the beating. Finally I heard her go back to the desk and put the paddle away, the crowd laughing as they saw the word "SLUT" appearing out of the redness on my tanned ass while my face burned red from embarrassment. Miss Vicki again went to address the crowd.

"I think that will teach her not to disobey, but I like to ensure that my lessons are learned without a shadow of doubt. Now, I told you how eager Candi was to put on this show for you - she had something special done just prior to tonight's show for all of you to enjoy."

She snapped her fingers and two men came onto the stage, releasing me from the desk and moving me over to the teacher's desk, retying me to it on my back. This desk was larger than a typical desk as my arms and legs could be cuffed spread eagle on it. Looking above me I saw a camera on a zipline now centered directly over me, recording what was happening down below. Miss Vicki appeared above me, her hands caressing and squeezing my breasts. She slowly untied my black shirt, letting the sides fall down onto the desk, exposing my peek-a-boo bra to the TV's around the club. Individually she untied each of the plaid bows, then slowly pushed the cups of the bra open, pulling on my breasts to pull as much of each of them out as she possibly could. The crowd let out a collective "OOOHHH" as they saw my reddened nipples sporting their new jewelry. Miss Vicki took each nipple in her hand and squeezed them gently as I yelped helplessly, squirming on the table in a hopeless effort to get free. Miss Vicki just smiled.

"Yes, everyone - my little pet has gotten her wondrous nipples pierced just a few hours ago, so as you can imagine, they are ultra sensitive at the moment. Allow me to demonstrate as I hammer home the importance of obedience at all times to Candi."

I saw her walk around me to the drawers of the teacher's desk. She pulled out a small chain with loops on both ends and placed the loops around one of the balls on each of my nipples. She gave it a gentle tug upwards, making me arch my back off of the desk to try and move with the chain, but the tension finally pulled on my piercings causing me to groan loudly, resulting in a cheer from the crowd. Miss Vicki took another chain from the desk and connected one end to the chain between my nipples, then ran the other end all the way down to the end of the desk, running it through a hole in the bottom of the desk, locking it in place. There was no tension at this point.

Without warning, I heard something turn on below the desk and watched as the links of the chain started to slowly disappear over the side of the desk. The line went taught and began to pull on the chain between my breasts. Groaning and pleading with the pain to stop, I laid there as it felt like the piercings would soon be ripped from my nipples, and then it finally stopped, holding my nipples outstretched towards the base of the table, pain searing through my breasts, my body on fire. Miss Vicki smiled and walked in front of the desk, flicking the chain and laughing as I squirmed at the new sense of pain it caused. She had the crowd slowly count my misery down, from a total of 60 seconds down to zero before the chain was finally released, my nipples now throbbing and pulsing with my heartbeat, which was racing in itself. Once again, Miss Vicki went to the crowd as her assistants picked me up off of the table, releasing me from the chains and cuffs and placed me back into my original position over the student desk, cuffing me in place. In doing so they removed the black shirt and peek-a-boo bra from my body as well as the collar. I moaned a bit of relief as I felt the coolness of the desk against my nipples.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to invite each and every one of you up here to examine my newest pet. Feel free to examine with your hands as you pass by, give her a spank on the ass or a squeeze on her tits to get that beautiful moan from her lips."

As the crowd stood and formed a line at the base of the stage, Miss Vicki went down to my ear, away from the microphones and whispered to me.

"You play nice with these kind people, slut, or you'll be in for the longest night of your fucking life. They spank you or squeeze your tits, you moan like a whore and thank them. You suck and lick anything that's placed in front of you like your life depended on it - because it just might."




Trapped and Trained Ch. 13



The endless line of people began passing me by. The first twenty or thirty people were very standoffish, apparently not sure how far they could go. They would caress my ass or give my breasts a gentle squeeze and I would moan as I was told and quietly thank them for the attention. Eventually they became more adventurous, with the spankings and squeezings coming more quickly and much harder, but still I moaned like the whore they wanted me to be and thanked them through gritted teeth as they walked off, usually laughing at me.

Then what I dreaded most started to happen. I felt the string of my thong slid to the side by one person, then the invasion of a small finger roaming inside of me. Others saw this happening I guess and decided to do it as well, eventually shoving two, then three, then four fingers inside of my "pussy". Whenever the string would make its way back between my ass cheeks they didn't stop, some instead taking advantage of the crotchless panties and instead putting their fingers inside my fake pussy, gliding their fingers along my now engorged cock as I gave genuine moans of pleasure until their hands disappeared. The ring on my cock prevented me from ejaculating and my head was spinning as the unintended massages of it continued.

Emboldened by this, the last grouping of people grew even more daring. There on the table on front of me one man put down his cock, the head inches from my lips. I reached out my tongue and stroked the head of it for a while before taking it in my mouth, swirling my plaid tongue ring ball on the head of his cock, still moaning into it as I felt new fingers enter my ass (pussy). He began getting into it and quickened the pace, finally shoving it deep down my throat and depositing his load inside of me, too deep for me to bring the cum up and play with it as I had learned to do in the video. He pulled it out of my mouth with me panting, squeaking out a thank you as he zipped up and walked off the stage. Quickly a woman jumped up on the table, spreading her legs and shoving her pussy into my face, pulling my hair to drive my tongue deep inside her as the crowd went crazy down below. She held me tight against her body, stealing all of my avenues for breath away as I licked as hard and as deep as I could into her before she sent a gush of juices out of her pussy and into my mouth, some dripping onto the table that I was made to lick up as well. This continued for the last ten or so people, but thankfully no cocks or dildos entered my pussy, just a multitude of fingers. I couldn't believe I was thankful for that.

Miss Vicki made her way back onto the stage, clapping and thanking everyone for their participation, then having me thank them as well, the cameras zooming in on the smears of cum on my face and lips before one of Miss Vicki's associates came to the stage and wiped my face off, then reapplied a thick dose of the dark red lipstick back onto my lips. Miss Vicki again came down to my ear.

"Now, I'm going to uncuff you, and keep in mind my threat from that day in my office is still very much in play. You do as you're told and remember to be a good little bitch and you won't have to receive any more punishments tonight. Let's see if you can improve on your performance from last time, but this time with a real cock inside of you, hmm? When I uncuff you I want you to walk over to that teacher's desk. Before you hope up on it you will remove your panties entirely, but leave the skirt and stockings on. Then you will get up on the desk on your hands and knees, your goodies facing the crowd."

I hated her and hated even more knowing that I had no other options. I felt the cuffs being released and humbly walked over to the desk, swaying my ass unintentionally as I walked in the high heels, eliciting cat calls from the audience. I stopped in front of the desk and slid my panties down and over my heels one by one, then hopped up on the desk, feeling my breasts bounce from the movement. I rolled over to my stomach and raised up on my hands and knees, feeling the weight of my breasts pulling away from my body - it was a new feeling for me as I had grown used to the feeling of the glue pulling the fake breasts, but this time it was my actual skin and my actual breasts swaying around under me, the steel balls of my nipple piercings accentuating the look. I heard Miss Vicki behind me.

"I would now like to ask for a few volunteers. You see, one of Candi's requests tonight was to have a train run on her, followed by a surprise that I have for her to follow. Let's see - you, you, you and you there in the back, come on up here."

Four men made their way onto the stage to the applause of the crowd. I saw many hands go back down, volunteers that had been passed by. The men stood in front of the crowd and proudly removed their pants. I craned my neck to see that they all had plenty to be proud of - not one appeared to be less than 7" and they all seemed thick. They were all about the same height as the first man approached, his cock perfectly lined up with my pussy as I felt the pressure against my hole. It hadn't been invaded in over two weeks so it had grown tight once again, just how I wanted it to always be, but this man's cock had other plans. He pushed through my barrier and in no time was balls deep inside of me, the crowd completely silent. Miss Vicki walked over to me with a yardstick in her hands and landed it flush against my ass cheeks, a reminder that I was to play to the crowd.

I dipped down and placed my forehead on the table to hold myself there. I moaned with each of his thrusts, trying to remember the moans that girls I had previously fucked would make and to imitate them. I moved my hands along my body as cameras zoomed in on them, first caressing my breasts, then slowly making my way down my belly and to my fake pussy, inserting my fingers inside of it. I found that I could massage my cock from here and did so, making my moans more genuine to the pleasure of the crowd. They began to cheer the man on with each stroke, sending him over the edge and sending a gush of warm gooey jizz inside of me. The next man wasted no time and immediately shoved his cock inside of me as well before any of the previous cum could leak out, pumping me furiously and roughly as I continued to moan and play with my fake pussy. Once the second man had shot his load, the third man again got to me after only a few drops had leaked out. I could feel the mass of cum residing inside of me and it was starting to make me feel uncomfortable. This man was smacking me hard on the ass as he thrust in and out of me. I moved my hands again, this time spreading my ass cheeks wide, trying to get him to stop spanking me but instead he grabbed my wrists and used them as leverage to fuck me even harder. My moans were now alternating between fake pleasure and genuine pain as his massive cock pushed deep inside of me, pushing the cum that was already in me even deeper as well. My breasts were bouncing with his strokes, causing a new kind of discomfort as they flailed up and down rapidly as his pace quickened and he got rougher. He shot a massive load in, and just as his cock exited I felt the final man inside of me, resuming the pounding that my pussy was taking. He was the biggest of them all and wasted no time in going all the way inside, my moans and groans becoming louder and louder now. He picked up to a furious pace, the pain to an almost intolerable state in my pussy until he unleashed the biggest deposit of them all, pausing inside of me for what felt like ten seconds as I felt stream after stream shooting deep down in me.

When he pulled out I felt it all brewing to the top until finally a mass of cum exited my pussy. A long, steady stream flowed out of my and collected on the table underneath me. The crowd gasped and cheered as it just kept on coming, finally trickling to a halt. Miss Vicki just looked at the puddle of cum on the table and looked at me - she didn't have to say anything, I knew what was expected of me as I turned myself around on the table and began to lap it up, the crowd laughing at my obedience and apparent eagerness to do this. Once all of it was gone, Miss Vicki helped me off of the table and led me back over to the student desk. She took a bright red dildo with a suction cup on the end and placed it on the seat, then had me center myself over it and lower myself onto it, the crowd again clapping as it all slowly disappeared into me. She then cuffed my legs to the bottom of the desk and my arms behind me before going back to address the crowd.

"For all of those who were turned down for the opportunity to experience my new pet, don't worry. Now is your opportunity. My surprise for little miss Candi is her first ever bukkake. I would like for each and every man in attendance here that wishes to participate in this to line up at the bottom of the stage. We will bring you up in groups of six, at which time you will all gather around Candi and stroke yourself to completion. Once you have shot your load on her face or in her awaiting mouth, feel free to rub your cock on her breasts or in her mouth to clean it off. Now, please line up and let's get this started."

A bukkake? What the fuck was a bukkake was all I could think about. Miss Vicki saw the confusion on my face and again was in my ear.

"Yes, sweetie - this is something you'll grow very accustomed to. You see, all of these men are going to gather around you in groups of six, at which time you'll open your mouth as wide as you can - and you WILL open your mouth and you WILL keep it open, or else - while they all masturbate inches from your face. Then, either one by one or possibly all at the same time, they will each orgasm, shooting streams of their sperm all across your face and in your waiting mouth. It should be quite the ending to your debut show."

My mouth opened, but not because I was told to for this bukkake, it was out of shock. I looked at the line and saw that there had to be nearly 80 or 90 men in it, all with their pants either down or unzipped, already stroking their cocks to an erection. Without any wait, the first group of six walked over to the desk. Miss Vicki looked at me expectantly and I sighed, leaning my head back and opening my mouth as I saw all six cocks come into view. Hands furiously began stroking them as each of the men groaned and moaned, the noise of their hands stroking their cocks all I was able to hear. Two of them men suddenly aimed their cocks down at me and slowed their stroking. I watched as two streams simultaneously came at me, one shooting directly in my mouth while the other went over my cheeks and nose. Two others followed immediately, again one hitting the roof of my mouth as the other went down my forehead and over my nose. The last two shot together as well on either side of me, splashing their loads on my cheeks and into the corners of my mouth. I felt cocks rubbing against my body all over, some cleaning their cocks off by sliding them between my breasts, while two men simultaneously shoved their softening cocks inside of my mouth.

Once the cocks were all cleaned up, the group left as I tried to swallow down the cum sitting in my mouth before feeling the yardstick slap across my breasts, causing me to shriek and again open my mouth and lean back, again seeing six masturbating cocks fill my field of vision. I don't know how they did it, but all six men in this group managed to cum within two or three seconds of each other, combining to make one massive load of cum fall on my face and in my mouth. My eyes were forced close as streams were shot over it, not allowing me to see when a man was getting close or where it would be coming from, each new load a surprise. Over and over the groups came and went, literally. 

By the end it felt like I had a mask of cum stuck to my face. As the last group finished and left the stage I heard a loud round of applause fill the club. My hands were freed from behind me, but Miss Vicki whispered that I was only to wipe my eyes clean and to leave the rest. I took my fingers and wiped gobs of cum from my eyelids, only for Miss Vicki to grab my hands and lead them to my mouth where I sucked them clean. My legs were uncuffed and I was brought to my feet, feeling the dildo slide out of me. I was brought to the edge of the stage where I could see the cameras zoomed in on my face. I was right - my face seemed almost entirely white from the creamy cum covering it, dripping down my neck and onto my breasts. Miss Vicki slapped me on the ass and made me take a bow, then spun me around and walked me towards the back of the stage as the curtain closed before she walked back out to an encore.

She appeared again from the curtain, a smile on her face as she approached me.

"Good show, pet, very good indeed! I'm surprised with how well you handled that and can't wait for the more advanced shows that we'll get to down the road. You're showing wonderful potential, but still have quite a bit of refining that we'll have to go through. And these tits and those lips... that plastic surgeon worked wonders on you. Once you've been on that estrogen for another few months and I get through with you, you'll be simply to die for, a machine built for sexual pleasure. Speaking of which, that show really did a number on me."

She unzipped the back of her red skirt and let it fall to the ground, stepping out of it and standing in front of me with just her black corset and crotchless panties, her thigh high black boots now looking longer than ever. She had me lie down on my back and then, facing my feet, lowered herself down onto my cum covered face. My mouth was centered over here pussy before she slid forward, moving my mouth to her ass as she sat down. I started licking, listening to her moans as they were muffled from her thighs closed over my ears. Finally she had enough of me licking her asshole and moved back again, allowing me to take her pussy back in her mouth, tasting the remnants of the cum that was sliding around on my face and onto her pussy. She continuously manipulated my breasts, pinching all around them, twisting my nipples, slapping them from side to side, tugging on them as I helplessly sat under her. She ground her pussy on my face for what felt like fifteen minutes, sometimes extremely fast, other times slow and methodical, before I finally felt her body convulsing on top of me. Finally my mouth filled with a gush of her juices mixed with traces of cum as I swallowed it down. 

She rolled off of me, her legs still spread and motioned for me to crawl to her. I did as she wanted as she made me lick her pussy and thighs, cleaning the cum that had come off of my face and onto her body. I cringed as I licked it all clean, swallowing every last glob before she made me collect the rest off of my face and body into my hands and lick those clean as well. She then collected my clothes and walked off with them, leaving me there in just my skirt, garter, stockings and heels, telling me to get some rest over the next few days and to watch the videos that she had left out for me at my apartment multiple times before our next meeting. I watched as she walked out the door, signaling to a man that I was ready to go as he led me back out to the town car and took me home.

I again sat in the back seat on top of a towel he had laid down so I didn't stain his precious car seat, again in total silence as he drove me home. He cracked his window as I apparently reeked of cum before pulling up to my apartment and hurrying me out of the car. I scurried out of the car and ran to my apartment, closing the door behind me and immediately throwing off my clothing once I was inside, dashing to the shower. I turned on the hot water and jumped inside, feeling the stickiness of the cum washing away as I slid my hands over my breasts and looked at my sexy blond hair drape over my shoulders. My hands traveled down over my smooth belly, ass and legs, touching my fake pussy as they wandered down, cleaning every inch of my body... my amazingly sexy body that I hated with every ounce of my being. I looked up to the corner of the shower and saw the red light of a camera staring at me, reminding me that I wasn't alone in this shower and that viewers from all over were probably masturbating at this very moment as they watched me wash myself. I hated all of them too.

I finally jumped out of the shower after all of the hot water was used up and dried myself off. I left a towel on, still getting used to tying it above my breasts rather than my waist as I walked out to the living room, drying off my hair with another towel. I saw the videos on the table and scoffed... along with a few more porn videos, apparently now I had to learn how to give the perfect striptease and lap dance as well... the same women were on the cover of Seduction 101, guess it must have been a box set of how to be a whore. 

Walking back to the bedroom I happened to glance into the room where my tanning bed was, noticing that there was now also a stripper pole in there as well as a mannequin sitting in a chair, a dildo strapped to him forming an erection under his pants. Fucking perfect, I said under my breath, walking back to the bedroom to put on the outfit left for me on the bed. 



Trapped and Trained Ch. 14



It had been thirteen days since my last outing. Thirteen days since I was forced to sit in the middle of a bukkake of dozens and dozens of men, feeling the warmth of their sticky semen drizzling down my cheeks and chin, dripping steadily onto my exposed, and now pierced, breasts before being made to clean it all off, swallowing every last drop. Thirteen days of being trapped in this prison of an apartment, a place I used to call home but now call hell. Thirteen days...

I wish I could say that I'd been left alone, but I was kept on a meticulous schedule. Through the clitty ring that I was still trapped inside as well as the intercom system that could blare obnoxious and near deafening noises, I was being manipulated around the clock. My biological clock was starting to adapt as well, sadly. I felt like a dog being trained. They say that, to truly create a new habit, to perform the same task for seven straight days - try thirteen and everything becomes second nature, even the things I was being made to do. It was all becoming automatic and I hated it.

Every morning at 6 a.m. sharp I was to roll out of bed. I would change out of my lingerie and step into one of my skimpy bikinis, apply tanning lotion all over my body, then lie down in the tanning bed for 15 minutes. Once my time was up, I would step out and return to my room, where I would remove the bikini and take a shower. When the shower was over I would get out, blow dry my hair, straighten it and then put on my lotion and makeup for the day. 

Next I would walk to the fetish room and open up my morning message - I wasn't sure if it was from my Master or Vicki or just someone with a very perverted mind, but it was always there waiting for me. Inside of this email was no text, just images of the clothes and jewelry that I was to find in my various closets to wear for the day. It was always something skimpy and revealing... periodically there would be no top pictured, so I would be required to walk around topless, feeling my heavy breasts dangling from my chest, looking down to see the little silver balls peeking out from both sides of my nipples. On those days I actually found myself yearning for a bra to wear before I would come around and tell myself to be thankful that I wasn't wearing more feminine attire. I would try to imagine myself wearing my gym shorts and no shirt, walking around as a normal guy on a normal day... and it could be convincing until I would feel the string of my thong invading the crevice between my ass cheeks, or I would have to pull up my stockings on the days I wasn't made to wear a garter belt.

Once I was showered, made up and dressed, I was required to report to the living room. I go to the kitchen and retrieve my morning protein shake from the fridge in the kitchen. On the kitchen counter would be my assortment of pills for the day, which I was required to swallow and then show my mouth to the camera, lifting my tongue and pulling my cheeks open as it zoomed in to ensure that I had swallowed them. I tried fooling this system on the first day only to receive an immobilizing jolt through my clitty ring for five minutes... that was enough of a warning not to try it again. Such precautions were always taken that it seemed I was always a step or three behind my captors. I hated being in this situation and hated even more that it felt like I was being outsmarted by them at every turn.

After taking my pills and drinking my shake, it's typically around 8 a.m. For the next 3 hours, or for however long the videos are played, I'm to sit on the couch and 'research' whatever content is placed on the TV. For all ten days the first video has been an instructional one on how to perform the perfect striptease and pole dance. I must have had an entire notepad filled with notes on the various moves and tips provided in that video - it was ingrained in my head to the point where I could practically recite the entire thing. After that video ended I would sit through 2 or 3 more, typically porn videos where I was to always place myself in the role of the female (or the bottom male for gay videos) and to take copious notes on how that person performed. What he or she did to enhance the sexual pleasure of the one that he or she was fucking/sucking/seducing. By the time the videos were done my hands were always cramped from all of the writing - if I ever paused for what felt like more than two minutes I would receive a warning shock through my clitty ring, always answered by furious note taking on my part.

Once the videos were over I was to go to the room with the tanning bed. Inside there had been a stripper pole installed, as well as a life-like mannequin with an 8" fully erect strap-on locked to his pelvis, sitting upright in a chair. The first 45 minutes I was in this room I would have to perform various stretches, getting loose and limber. I'd always considered myself a fairly flexible person, but ever since starting this stretching routine I more flexible than I'd ever imagined possible. I couldn't quite fit my feet behind my head, but it sure felt like it was coming soon... a thought that scared me. I was able to bend all the way over at the waist and place my head between my legs, looking up to see my fake pussy and asshole (which it has now become second nature to refer to as my pussy).

After the stretching was done and my muscles had been sufficiently warmed up, the flat screen TV that was mounted on the wall would turn on, signaling that it was time to start my performance. For the next hour I would mimic everything done on the TV. The first half hour was done on the stripper pole. I'd swing around on it, hold myself upside down, slide the pole up and down between my breasts, between my ass cheeks. I'd lean back on my hands, straddling the pole, sliding it up and down between my thick fake pussy lips, all the while tossing my hair around to the beat of the music pounding inside of the room. It was an incredible workout, probably harder than anything I'd done before.

Finally that music would stop and a different video would come on the screen. I always hated this part the most. I'd swallow deep and step off of the mini platform that the pole was up on, moving over towards the realistic looking mannequin with the huge cock bulging out from underneath the jeans he was wearing. Again I'd mimic the video, gyrating my hips up against his cock, pressing my breasts against his face, straddling his legs as I moved up and down, acting as if he were fucking me. Then the worst part of the performance would pick up. I'd unzip his pants and pull out the monster dildo, then go through the seduction moves again, this time feeling the cock sliding up and down my ass crack, occasionally getting caught and almost sliding inside of me before I turned around and worked my way from pressing my breasts against his face on down until I was sliding the dildo in between my breasts, breathing warmly on it as it made its way up near my mouth. I was never made to actually take it in my mouth or pussy, but what I was being made to do was almost more embarrassing as I moaned and ground my ass into the crotch of this mannequin, feeling the dildo press against me, trapped between my body and the rubbery plastic of the mannequin. All the while I could see the red dot emanating from the camera in the corner of the room, a reminder that people all over the world could be watching and that the video was being recorded, now forever existing on a hard drive somewhere.

Once all of my "performing" was done with, the time was usually around 1 p.m. From then until around 4 p.m. I had to go into the fetish room and chat with my "fans" on my site, consisting also of performing for them anytime someone paid a fee, allowing them to send me a request. There was a video chat going on, but they couldn't hear me so all of my responses had to be typed. I found out that this was because they wanted to be able to monitor what I sent. This was found out the hard way when one man requested that I spend the rest of the chat with an 8" vibrator in my pussy that could be controlled by the users in the chat room. I sent a message telling him to go fuck himself and calling him a pervert, but what instead showed up on my screen was a long message about how I had so hoped that someone would allow me to use that plug, that it was my favorite and that I hoped they would really test my limits with the controls. I stared at the message dumbfounded until a private message appeared on my screen in red font, warning me to behave appropriately and to hurry up with accommodating the plug request. The rest of that chat was hell as I spent the next hour with a plug in my pussy that was constantly fluctuating its speed, never allowing me to grow accustomed to its presence inside of me. The users constantly laughed and mocked me as they watched my expression changing with the pace of the vibrations... yet I still had to tell them about how 'good' it felt and how much I 'loved every second of it'. Fucking pricks.

After my chat session on my site was done around 4 in the evening, it was time for another protein shake and another dose of my pills. I'd choke all of that down and then be back on the couch watching more videos, taking more notes, taking part in the participation points of the tutorial videos or re-enacting particular scenes with my pink dildo. I'd be forced into that for a solid two hours, my body completely spent by the end of it around 6 p.m.

Once the videos clicked off for that session, it was back to the tanning bed. I'd gladly kick off the outfit I'd been made to wear, but then begrudgingly slide up another pathetic excuse for a bikini, putting the straps perfectly in line with my now extremely defined tan lines. Most of my body was a perfect bronze tan, but underneath those lines was now a contrasting white that stuck out from all angles, the lines of the thong dipping down between my cheeks from high up on my hips. My breasts were a beautiful tan color aside from the small triangles just over my nipples and my aureoles, small spaghetti straps jumping up over my neck and behind my back. More tanning lotion spread all over my body and fifteen more minutes in the tanning bed.

After tanning I always felt disgusting, but rather than get to take a shower I had to stay in that room and go through an extended stretching routine that lasted over an hour. It was similar to the routine before I had to perform on the pole, but with much longer counts and much further reaches. As it went on I could feel the elasticity in my muscles increasing and hated to say that they felt great once it was completed. Once I was free from this place I thought I might actually continue with these stretching routines. Once I was free...

Around 8 p.m. it was time for a long, hot bubble bath to ease my aching muscles. Like everything else, however, I wasn't allowed to just sit back and enjoy it. At the bottom of the tub was a small pink dildo which I had to slide my fake pussy over, feeling it press up against my imprisoned cock underneath it. The whirlpool of the tub would kick on, forcing the dildo to vibrate uncontrollably and massage my cock through the fleshy interior of my fake pussy. It drove me wild and made it impossible to concentrate, but it was also increasingly frustrated as the ring around the base of my cock made it impossible for me to orgasm - it just took me to the edge and kept me dangling there for the duration of the bath.

As I stepped out of the tub and put lotion all over my body once again, it was back to the fetish room to check for my nightly email. Inside that email again would be pictures of what I was required to wear to bed - usually some kind of elegant lingerie. I'd go through my closets and drawers trying to find the matching items, angrily slide them on and then slip into bed, feeling the silk sheets tickling my soft, silky smooth legs as I moved, sending shivers up my body. If I was lucky I'd immediately fall asleep - but most night I laid there in bed, completely awake, afraid to close my eyes and to see the images burned into my mind of all of the cocks I'd sucked and ridden. Most nights ended with me curled up in a ball in the bed, my face buried in the pillow, rocking myself to sleep before 6 a.m. came the next morning and it started all over again.

6 a.m. on the 14th day came, marking two weeks since I'd been made to do anything with a real cock. I suppose that was good news, though it was hard to accept that good news to me now was making it through two weeks without having a throbbing cock pulsating inside of me until it spewed its load in me or on me. How much times had changed. How much I missed my old life.

No time to think back now. I rolled out of bed and slipped off the pink baby doll I'd worn to bed last night, followed by the crotchless black thong. In its place I slid up a black wicked weasel thong bikini, looking at the tiniest patch of material straining to cover my fake pussy lips before putting the strings and cups in line with my tan lines. I straightened up and spread the slippery tanning lotion all over my body and climbed into the tanning bed for my morning session. Fifteen minutes later I could have sworn I felt the tan lines burning even brighter in contrast to my body as I walked into my bedroom and slipped off the bikini, hopping into the shower to wash off the greasy feeling of the tanning lotion.

Climbing out of the shower I went through my normal routine of drying and straightening my hair. It took me a while to get used to using a hair straightener, but after watching a handy tutorial I was now becoming quite the pro at it, hating the new skill I had picked up as I looked in the mirror at my blond streaks of hair now flowing beautifully over my shoulders and resting over my breasts, the silver balls of my nipple piercings peeking out from the small gaps between the blond and black hairs that my now permanent hairdo was styled with as I fixed a few strays. 

I was getting used to my breasts, as much as it surprised me to be saying that - I really never knew how different it could be to have these heavy pieces of flesh hanging from your chest. They got in my way for the first week or so as I would knock items over or hit them on my keyboard as I leaned in on the computer, but now I was growing accustomed to having them there and the pressure on my back that came with them. The stretching and working out seemed to help strengthen my muscles, making carrying them around a bit easier, but I also learned that corsets and bras offered wonderful support to them... so even though I hated wearing those items, I seemed to be much more comfortable when I had them on with my D cup breasts fully supported.

I caught myself from the mesmerizing moment I was in the midst of while staring at my breasts and brought myself back to reality. I sat down at my vanity and began picking through the various makeup items, applying a generous amount of everything just as I had learned. I put on a hot pink shade of lipstick along with the other staples of my routine... I didn't have to go as heavy on the foundation any longer with how my tan was coming along as well as how the pills I was taking were softening up my skin. I could go more with my "natural" skin tone now, but I still put on plenty of blush, mascara, eyeliner and eye shadow. This was probably the most humiliating part of getting ready as it was, essentially, up to me on how I looked in the end, which was always like a prostitute on the busiest night of the year. But I knew that if I didn't do a good enough job that I would be required to do it all over again, so I figured I would just try to go through the humiliation once and then be done with it.

Looking at myself in the mirror I was satisfied with my whore-ish look. Well, I wouldn't say I was 'satisfied' per se, but I knew it would suffice well enough for me to move on to the next step. I stood and walked into the fetish room, sitting down at the computer to see my morning message waiting for me, as always. As I popped open the message and looked through the images, something just seemed different as the outfit was more revealing and intricate than usual, but I thought nothing of it and went on my quest to match everything up.

First was a dress that no woman in her right mind would ever wear, I didn't care who it was. It was labeled as a 'cage dress' and was basically just strips of leather with silver studs in it. It left practically nothing to the imagination as strips of leather were formed to leave large squares open all around the dress. There were no bra cups, so my chest would be completely exposed and unsupported as a thin piece of leather would simply rest on the top of them, meeting a silver o-ring in between them. A loop came up from that o-ring that would go around my neck and hold the dress up. Down from the o-ring a long vertical strip of leather went down to the bottom of the "dress". There were other vertical strips that ran down as well, I counted seven in all, spaced out evenly throughout the dress. There then were six horizontal leather studded strips that ran around the dress. None of the strips could have been more than half an inch wide, so you can imagine that the squares that were left by this pattern were quite large and extremely revealing.

After finding this dress I saw that I was to also wear a black thong underneath. Well, at least part of me would be covered by solid clothing I thought, even though the crotch of the thong would do little more than hug the outside of my fake pussy lips from the look of the photo. My thoughts were confirmed when i found it - the material seemed sheer as I held it up to the light, seeing my fingers behind the thin black cloth. Wonderful.

Once I had those items I was on to find the black leggings that were pictured next. The front and back were a fence-net looking material while the sides sported smaller fishnet openings from my mid thigh down to my ankle. I shuttered as I imagined how it would feel to slide the material up my silky smooth legs before moving on to find the 5" open toed black heels I was to wear to complete my wardrobe. I looked down at my toes, remembering how I was told by one of the fans on my site to paint my fingernails and toenails a bright pink shade and cursing whoever that person was.

I brought all of the items back to the bedroom and began the process of putting everything on. The final result made me feel ridiculous, but looking in the mirror all I saw staring back at me was one of the hottest pieces of ass I'd ever seen. This outfit screamed sex appeal and, as I suspected, left very little to the imagination. My massive breasts perkily hung free with the strips of leather all around, providing no purpose but to drive men and women alike wild with out kinky it appeared. The tan lines of my breasts seemed to contrast even more now that the black leather was surrounding them. I turned around and saw the black string of my thong disappearing between my ass cheeks, the square openings the leather strips formed doing nothing to hide every last detail. I looked closer to see my fake pussy lips bulging against the tight sheer cloth trying to contain them. The leggings definitely added a sexual effect to the outfit with my bronze legs peeking through the various holes in them down to my heels with my pink toes standing out through the opening. I hated to admit it, but fuck I looked hot.

It was becoming harder to snap myself out of those trances, but once I did I cursed myself for letting my mind wander once again and forced myself to think about my poor cock caged up, unable to get out. I gulped and my face was on fire as I angrily walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. For a moment I thought about rebelling, about stripping the clothes off and just allowing them to send enough electricity through me to just end everything... but I was still hanging on to the belief that better days were ahead. Days where I would be free, where I could get all of this work reversed and probably go through some kind of drastic psychotherapy to forget that it had all happened. Those thoughts may seem foolish, but they were getting me through each day as I continuously went through the various possibilities of escaping in my head, wishing that some brilliant idea would come to me and that I could just vanish from this life.




Trapped and Trained Ch. 14



I made it to the kitchen, my spirit now a bit upbeat as I had convinced myself, albeit temporarily, that everything was going to be okay, that I just had to weather this storm to get to a better life. I popped open the fridge and took out my protein shake for today. After a few swallows I picked up my concoction of pills that were on the counter and swallowed them down without a second thought. It was becoming difficult to ignore the effects of whatever I was taking on a daily basis. My breasts were definitely becoming a bit fuller as well as much, much more sensitive. It seemed like my facial features were filling out a bit, creating a more feminine appearance that was accentuated by the makeup I was applying. And I swore it felt like my hips, thighs and butt were filling out as I routinely examined in the mirror. I always had a small, tight ass but, while it was still very tight and well rounded, it just seemed... thicker. When I would be dancing on the pole or performing a lap dance I could certainly feel that it had some more jiggle to it as I moved. I hadn't really thought of the affect these pills would have and I was brought out of my daze by a knock at the front door.

Who the hell could that be? There was certainly no way I could answer the door like this! The peephole had been removed from the door so looking out wasn't an option. As I walked to the door I heard the electronic lock click open... so whoever was out there, I was apparently supposed to see them. I cracked the door open a few inches and peered out to see a man in a black trench coat. As soon as he saw the door opening he pushed it all the way open. Another side effect of the pills was that I swore it felt like I was getting weaker. At least I convinced myself it was the pills...

It was an older man with graying hair and an equally graying mustache. He looked very well off from his designer trench coat and the expensive looking suit I could see he was wearing underneath. He stared at me as I attempted to cover myself with my hands, but there was so much exposed that it wasn't effective at all. In a deep, confident voice he spoke.

"I'm here to take you to the party pre-staging area for tonight, per Miss Vicki's instructions. You'll come with me now and you won't say a word unless asked a direct question. Follow me."

Now I had to walk outside like this? And what did he mean a party pre-staging area? What was that? I had so many questions running through my mind as I tried walking close to him to shield myself from view. We made our way out of my building and into the parking lot where I saw his black Mercedes coupe with tinted out windows. Tinted windows... thank God.

I was instructed to ride in the back seat as we drove for what must have been 30 minutes. We drove out of the city and into a suburb to the south... this was a place where a lot of the higher society of the area lived. Up to a gated entrance where a security guard waved the car on through I saw that we were now surrounded by high price mansions on both sides of the rode. Finally we reached the back of the division where there was another gated entrance that buzzed the car through as we approached. We drove up a long, winding driveway before disappearing underneath the house where there was an underground garage. The car pulled into one of the stalls and I watched as two well built men, one white and one black, both covered in tattoos, opened up my door, blindfolded me and then rushed me out of the garage and through a door into the basement of the house.

I thought I heard voices as I walked through the basement, hearing the sound of my heels clicking against what must have been a cement floor. Finally I was told to turn and walked through another door when my blindfold was taken off and the men exited behind me, locking me inside. I was essentially locked inside of a room not much larger than a prison cell. There was a small TV in the room with a DVD player - on the DVD player was a sticky note simply saying "PLAY ME". I trembled as I reached out and hit the play button.

To my surprise, Miss Vicki appeared on the TV. I listened as her voice filled the room.

"Candi - you've had two weeks to prepare yourself for tonight, so I hope you're ready. Tonight you take a giant step in your training process as you will be placed with other slaves at various stages of training. You have been brought here so that I can better gauge your progress. Granted, all of these other slaves are much, much more developed than you are and you are by far at the earliest stage of training, but that doesn't mean that you don't have your uses."

Other slaves? I was going to be with other people that were being forced through the same kind of hell that I've been put through? Maybe this won't be so bad, I thought... Maybe we can somehow band together and find a way out of here. Maybe they have some advice for me in how to get through this. My thoughts were interrupted as Miss Vicki continued.

"This mansion that you are currently in is the home of one of the most famous Masters in the country, so you should feel privileged to even be here. He only throws a handful of parties every year and to simply be invited is quite the honor, so be sure to be on your best behavior. Now, this party is essentially a fetish party. Your role will depend on your performance during the prestaging tryouts. At each of these parties there is a defined hierarchy, from the top of the chain, which is Master Vic, on down to the lowest of the slaves. The hierarchy is respected at all times during the party... if you ever receive an order from someone higher than you, as signified by the color of the collar on their neck, then you are to obey that order without question. The only time that order may be disobeyed is if it would be in conflict with an order from someone with more authority. The slaves also abide by this hierarchy - the lowest of the slaves must take orders not only from the dominants, but from the slaves as well. They are not allowed to pass on any of their tasks to you... I'm sorry, I mean to the lowest of the slaves, I suppose that was a bit presumptuous to assume that it will be you... but as I was saying, they may not pass their tasks off to the low slave, but they are allowed and even encouraged to order those lower than them around."

What the fuck was this? A hierarchy at a fetish party? So this was essentially just a big orgy and I was going to have to do whatever they wanted? Fuck that - if I was going to be put through this, then I was going to do everything I could to be the top of the slaves so that I could at least avoid some humiliation tonight. Miss Vicki went on.

"Now, the tryouts will go in three parts. There will be an endurance competition, followed by a pleasure competition, and lastly a tolerance competition. The grades from all three tryouts will be compiled at the end and the hierarchy will be established from there. The poor slave that receives the pink collar with the black X on the front and back will be marked as the low slave and will be in for one hell of a long night, so I strongly suggest that you step it up during these tryouts and surprise me in not being tonight's bitch. As I said, you are by far the least experienced, and I fully expect you to be the low slave tonight... actually, I'm really looking forward to watching these other slaves boss you around. They are typically the most creative and I usually come away from these parties with a wealth of new knowledge. But, all the same, best of luck sweetie!"

Almost on cue the door opened and the two men who led me to the room again blindfolded me and led me out. Again I heard the clickity clack of my heels as I walked through the basement and felt myself walking through a large door. The clicking of my heels stopped as I was now on carpet. I was led to some wooden stairs and up on what must have been a wooden stage as I now heard my heels colliding with wooden planks as I walked. I was stood up on some kind of a platform, where I was quickly bent over and felt my wrists and neck locked into something that felt like stocks. I then felt the bottom of my dress being lifted and my thong pulled down just below my ass cheeks as my legs were pushed shoulder width apart and locked into place by cuffs that must have been attached to the platform.

Suddenly light rushed to my eyes as the blindfold was removed and, as I had thought, I was now locked in some stockades, kept bent over at the waist with no way to stand up or reach behind me. As I looked around the room, I saw what was a circle of slaves in the exact same situation... some men, some women... some most likely similar to myself where they were forced to be both, but it was hard to tell. I could see some kind of a contraption behind each of the slaves across from me and figured that there was also one behind me. It appeared to be some kind of a fucking machine with a dildo at the end of a steel rod, with a red light at the top of the base of the machine that was off. I heard someone walking to the middle of the circle which turned out to be the man that had picked me up... Master Vic, apparently.

"Here is your first of three phases of your tryout, slaves. As you can see, your movements have been restricted. In a short time, the machines behind you will come to life, attempting to force their way inside of you. Your task is simple - keep your sphincters tight for as long as you possibly can. Once a machine has fully entered you, the red light will flick on and you will be eliminated from this competition. Good luck."

As he walked off I saw two men walking around the circle, flicking on the machines as they walked. One disappeared behind me and I heard the machine behind me come to life, followed by a gentle pressure against my pussy. The dildos must have been dipped in lube as they felt cold and greasy, making it easier for them to slide inside their targets. I looked around the room and noticed that all of the other slaves seemed perfectly calm and focused on their task at hand, staring down at the floor, deep in concentration as I was glancing all around the room, noticing a timer in each corner of it, which now had my complete attention.

At five minutes I felt the pressure behind me increase, staying as a constant push against me. I gritted my teeth and tried to focus, but continuously found myself looking to the clock. After another five minutes the pressure again increased and the dildo began to softly rock forward and backward, creating more of a challenge to stop it from entering me.

Fifteen minutes down and it began pushing harder and further. I was trying to concentrate but couldn't help myself from trying to make eye contact with one of the other slaves, to see that someone else was experiencing the pain and agony that I had been put through, but they all were motionless, like obedient statues to the task at hand. My slip in concentration cost me as I relaxed for just a moment, long enough to feel the head of the dildo slip inside of me. Once there I felt the machine freeze, not penetrating further, yet not releasing out of me no matter how hard I pushed. It was just stuck, the head barely sitting inside of me.

Twenty minutes and I felt the dildo spring to life again, catching me off guard as it pushed deeper inside of me. It had to be halfway inside of me now as it began to thrust back and forth again, never going so far back as to be removed from me. I was squeezing as hard as I could to stop its penetration, but each time I felt it slide in halfway before I could slow its movement and then slide back until the head was just at my opening before rhythmically coming back into me. I groaned as I looked around, seeing that none of the dildos of the machines across from me had even entered any of the other slaves.

At twenty five minutes I couldn't squeeze any longer and completely relaxed, groaning as I felt all 9 inches of the cock slide inside of me. I heard a bell ring, gaining the attention of a few of the slaves who smirked for a moment and then went back to their concentration. I had figured that this would be the end, that I would be taken off of the platform and led back to my room, but to my horror the machine settled into a constant rhythm of fucking me as I moaned and pleaded for it to stop.

After ten more minutes of misery I heard another bell - the second slave had been fully penetrated to my left. I saw the red light come on and heard a familiar groan as he or she must have been experiencing the punishment fucking that came along with the disappointment of losing. To my surprise and pleasure my machine kicked off and I was removed from the stocks, reblindfolded and led back to my room and left there waiting.

After what must have been an hour and a half, the two tattooed men came back to my room and went through the process of blindfolding me and leading me back to the room, and again back up on the stage. This time I was brought to the same platform but, instead of being placed in stocks, I was pushed down on my knees. I felt my legs being strapped to the platform, then my hands roughly pulled back and locked to each of my ankles, once again locking me into place as the blindfold was removed.

There was again a circle of slaves on the platform, all locked on our knees on the platforms, but it only seemed to be about half as many as the time before. The stocks had been removed and wheeled away. Master Vic walked to the middle of the smaller circle and began to speak.

"You ten are here now because you were the first half eliminated from the prior competition. The ten that lasted longer than you have been slotted in their positions for tonight's even with the bottom ten left to be determined. Five more of you will be slotted after this next competition while the remaining five will move on to the third competition, where the final five positions will be determined. Now, as for the competition you are about to take part in - it also serves as a reward for the ten 'winners' from the endurance segment. They will file out in front of you in a moment and choose a position in front of you. When the buzzer sounds, it will be your job to bring that slave to orgasm, be they male or female, using only your mouth. After you achieve an orgasm from your partner, a bell will sound and your task will be completed. The five that complete this objective the fastest will be slotted in the 11-15 positions for tonight while the slowest will move on to compete for the positioning amongst the bottom rungs."

With that he walked off, immediately followed by the ten 'winning' slaves from the previous competition being led in blindfolded. The assistants led them one by one to the platforms, facing the kneeling slaves, myself included. I watched as a slave dressed as a french maid, though obviously a man given the erection sticking out from underneath 'her' skirt, was led up onto the platform I was currently strapped to. I cursed under my breath as I had hoped to be paired up with a female to at least get to eat a pussy rather than have to choke down a dick, but it wasn't to be. Once this maid had been positioned in front of me, the man who led 'her' up there promptly ripped off the maid skirt to show, to my surprise, a massively thick 7" cock. I hadn't expected something like that from a submissive - I was expecting something more along the lines of what I was packing, which was becoming an admittedly pathetic excuse for a dick, now down to around 2.5" fully erect. Again I blamed it on the pills.

A buzzer sounded and I saw the other nine slaves around me immediately go to work on the male or female in front of them. The woman next to me was already deepthroating the 5" cock in front of her like a hungry wolf, making him already start to moan in intense pleasure. As I took the head of the monster cock in front of me, I heard the slave to my left grunting loudly, followed by a long exhale, signaling that he was currently unloading a stream of cum into the female next to me, followed by the sound of a bell from her station. I was shocked at how fast that had happened, and already one slot was down as I heard others beginning to moan and groan in pleasure around the stage. I needed to get to work if I wanted to get out of being in that last competition and perhaps being the 'low slave' for whatever was going on tonight.

I thought back to the perfect blowjob video that I'd watched and been made to memorize, using all of the tips and tricks I'd picked up. They were beginning to work as I was slowly taking all 7 inches down my throat before letting it come out, swirling my tongue ball along the shaft as I did so, listening to the breathing pick up and feeling the blood rushing to 'her' cock. I picked up my pace and knew that I was closing in on getting a load of cum shot down my throat, not being able to believe that I was almost looking forward to the sensation of warm semen splashing against the back of my throat. The breathing was faster, the moans coming quickly as I heard two more bells ring off around the stage, leaving only two positions. I was now deep throating all seven inches at a feverish pace, my tongue constantly swirling in circles around the shaft and the head of this cock in front of me. I felt it begin to twitch as another bell rang off, leaving only one more position, but I knew that I had it in the bag as I knew just how close he was to giving me a load. I pulled the cock all the way out of my mouth and then in one motion took it all the way down, feeling my chin resting against 'her' balls as 'she' let out a scream in pleasure. Just as I felt the first drop of semen entering my mouth, I heard another bell. I pulled the cock out of my mouth, looking to my right to see the slave next to me smiling in relief as he had just finished off his partner. I was dumbfounded as I was brought out of my daze by a long, steady stream of cum splashing against my cheek and running all over my face. I had missed it by mere seconds.

The last four came within the next minute, all five of us losers knowing that we were going to have to move on to the third competition to see who would be the low bitch for tonight. We were all led off of the stage and brought back to our rooms, my arms locked behind me. However, this time, the man that brought me to my room did not leave - he instead came into the room with me and closed the door behind him. He pulled down a cable that was connected to a hook in the ceiling and latched it to the small chain between my cuffs. He then went to the door and flipped a switch, letting the cable begin to retract and pulling my arms up behind me, forcing me to bend over. He leaned down in front of me.

"This is the beginning of your tolerance segment. This is a timed event - your objective is to last as long as you possibly can. Once you have had enough, you will simply say 'Enough please' and your timer will stop, ending your session. Oh - and before we begin, you should know that I've been able to get my slave to quit first every time for the past three of these parties."

I had no idea what he was talking about - what was even going on? While I was wondering this I watched him walk behind me, raising up my dress. Was he going to fuck me? Is that what this is all about? Well, I thought, he can go ahead, because there's no way I was going to give in to this and be the servant to each and every person tonight. Being above four people would at least be something, and I was going to make that happen no matter what.

That's what I was thinking until he began. Out of nowhere I felt his hand come crashing down against my ass cheeks with a power I hadn't felt before. It was worse than any of the paddlings I'd been given by Miss Vicki or anyone else. Quickly he continued, leaving no time for me to regroup between the spankings. Tears began to well in my eyes as I pleaded with him to stop, but he was paying no attention to me.




Trapped and Trained Ch. 14



Finally he did stop and walked around in front of me. My ass burned and I could feel it pulsating - another few slaps and I would surely have given up. He looked frantic and angry, apparently upset that I hadn't given in yet. I got a small bit of pleasure from that, but it quickly subsided as I felt both of his hands on my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples. He continued to pinch harder and harder as I bit my bottom lip, groaning in pain as I felt him start to pull downward on them as well. The pain was more intense than anything I'd ever felt. I lost control of myself, almost blacking out from the pain.

"ENOUGH PLEASE!!!"

With that he smirked, let go of my nipples, unhooked me from the cable in the ceiling and walked out the door. What did that mean? Had I lasted long enough? How long had the others gone? Was he going to do the same to them or had someone else administered their abuse? So many questions were going through my head, but the answers would not come as I was left there in that room for two hours. Left to wonder where I was, what I was going to be made to do, how long would it last, would I get to go home afterward...

Finally the door to my room opened and in walked, to my surprise, Miss Vicki. She was, as usual, breathtaking in her appearance. She was wearing a shiny black vinyl minidress. It was skin tight as I saw it hugging the curves of her hips. It had a zip up front that she had unzipped all the way down to just above her pussy, allowing people to see the cleavage of her ample breasts underneath. On her arms were long vinyl gloves that went well past her elbows, giving off a very intimidating look. She had on thigh high vinyl boots with a 4" heels with the tips of fishnet stockings peeking out over the tops. If you looked up a sexy dominatrix on the Internet, this is what you would find.

I looked at her neck and saw that she had on a black collar, remembering back to when she said the color of your collar denotes your rank in the hierarchy. I also remembered her saying that the pink collar with the black X on it would signify the low slave of the party... the place where I absolutely did not want to be. I looked at her hands and saw that she was holding a pink collar in them. She appeared almost happy as she approached me and placed the collar around my neck - and I was so relieved to see that it hadn't been the one with the black X on it. I was about to ask her who had received that collar when she turned me around to face the mirror in the room. My jaw dropped and my lip began to tremble.

I had seen the back of the collar, which was purely pink. When she turned me to face the mirror, I stared at my reflection, looking just under my chin to see a black X centered on my collar, right in the middle. Miss Vicki leaned in close to me as she stood behind me - I smelled the mixture of her perfume and vinyl and felt her hands on my shoulders.

"You see, sweetie? I told you that you'd be wearing this collar tonight - it looks so divine on you, like it just belongs there. And I simply cannot wait to watch you tonight. From what I've heard from the dominants watching the videos from upstairs, you will be attracting quite the crowd - and I was watching the other slaves closely and feel confident in saying that you have quite a few fans there as well. Yes, I think you will be a busy little bitch tonight! Now, off we go - time for your big introduction! Oh - silly me, I almost forgot my present for you..."

She snapped her fingers and in came one of her assistants that I hadn't seen before. He was a lean, fit man wearing black leather pants with a staff shirt from Miss Vicki's toy store. In his hands he carried a black shoe box and delivered it to Miss Vicki as she again spoke.

"Now be a good little bitch and sit down on that chair, eyes forward, no peeking!"

I did as I was told and stared straight ahead at the wall, my mind racing with all of the possibilities of what was about to happen tonight. I was searching for a way out, any way out as I felt Miss Vicki removing the heels I had been wearing and slipping something else on my feet. My 'present' from her. Suddenly I heard the familiar sound of padlocks locking into place, followed by Miss Vicki standing in front of me.

"Well now, that's more like it. Okay Candi - up on your feet, let's see how well you can walk in these delicious ballet heels."

My eyes widened when she spoke those words and I shot a glance down to my feet. Where my 5" open toed heels had been, there were now 7" spike ballet heels with tiny pink padlocks holding them on. Standing up I felt like I was stuck on my tiptoes at all times and was extremely off balance - a gentle breeze would easily have knocked me over. It just felt so unnatural - I was certainly no ballerina and it seemed like those were the only people that would be able to manage walking in these dreadful things. Miss Vicki was apparently not in the mood to wait as I saw her clip a pink leash to my collar and begin walking out the door, eventually pulling on me and making me stumble forward. It took everything I had not to fall. Thankfully she had stopped to enjoy the show of watching me attempt to walk, but as soon as my balance was regained she again set on her way down a hallway. I managed to get into a bit of a walking rhythm, finding that short steps with my feet directly in front of one another was the way to go - even though I hated the feeling of my ass swaying from side to side that this caused, it was better than falling on my face.

We made our way down the hallway to a set of stairs. Miss Vicki did not hesitate and just kept on walking as I stood paralyzed at the bottom of them, not sure how I was going to manage making it up the flight. My decision was removed when the slack on the leash was gone and I was pulled forward. I placed my hands on the stairs to regain my balance and then did my best to wobble up them, needing to put my hands down repeatedly to catch myself and no doubt giving Miss Vicki's assistant walking behind me a glorious view of the sheer thong straining to cover my crotch. This was validated by a soft, low "daaaaamn" that I heard the first time I bent over to catch myself, causing me to stiffen up quickly and hurry as much as I could up the rest of the stairs.

Miss Vicki thankfully stopped once we reached the top of the stairs, just outside of a closed set of double doors, allowing me to catch up and regain my composure for a moment. She turned to me with a stern look on her face.

"Remember, when we walk through those doors, everyone in that room is dominant to you. If you get an order from someone in a black collar, you obey it immediately as those are the dominants. Blue collars are guests, which are next in line - you obey all of their orders as long as they don't interfere with an order from a dominant. Red collars are the high slaves, the ones that lasted the longest in the first competition. Then there are the five slaves wearing the silver collars who managed to finish the second competition the fastest. There are four pink collars who all lasted much longer than you in the tolerance segment, and then there's you, the bitch to us all. Everyone has already gathered in the ballroom, but the party will be spread throughout the various rooms on this floor. When you are not completing an order, you will roam from room to room awaiting orders. Understood?"

I gulped down what was left of my pride and nodded that I understood what was expected of me, though I hated it. I hated even more not having a choice in the matter. Miss Vicki unclipped her pink leash from my collar and moved behind me. She nodded to the men manning each of the doors who answered by opening them, exposing me to whatever was waiting for me inside. I hesitated for a moment, just a slight moment, and was quickly met with a swift spanking to my ass through my dress from Miss Vicki, encouraging me to walk inside.

What I saw inside, and what I was made to do over the rest of that night, will haunt me for years to come... Yet, come the end of the night, there was hope...

*

Coming next: what happens at the party in great detail along with where the source of hope comes from...



Trapped and Trained Ch. 15



As I took my first steps forward, feeling the leather straps of my dress slide across my smooth skin, Miss Vicki placed a hand on my shoulder and spun me around to face her.

"Oops, with all of this excitement I almost forgot the most important thing of all. Now, let me fix your lipstick while I let you in on a little secret."

She reached into her bag and pulled out a black velvet bag. Reaching inside, she held a black tube of a deep red lipstick. She applied that as well as some strange looking lip gloss with what looked like bits of glitter in it. After she was done applying it, she put both items in a tiny black leather clutch and handed it to me as she let me in on this 'secret'.

"Now Candi - for the past two weeks you know that you've been taking quite a few pills to enhance your figure, from softening up your skin and helping to fill out that tight little ass to enlarging those wonderful breasts."

As she mentioned my breasts she let her hands wander to them, massaging them through the leather straps of my dress, which was quite easy given how exposed they were. Her fingers made their way up to my nipples, squeezing them gently in her hands as she continued. I licked my lips and swallowed a bit of the gloss, noticing that my lips were beginning to feel a bit strange, as was my throat as the gloss traveled down to my stomach.

"Mmmm, these are quite splendid, I'm very pleased with how they've turned out and look forward to how amazing they will be as you continue with that portion of your daily pills. But, what I meant to tell you was about that one red pill that has always been mixed in - you remember that one, don't you? It's a bit larger than the rest so you typically have to take it by itself, so I'm sure you know of the one I'm referring to."

I knew exactly which pill she was talking about. It was huge and was always a task to swallow down. I always felt a bit queasy after taking that one, but usually just chalked it up to the massive amounts of pills I was taking and the chemical imbalances it was causing in my body. I knew some of the pills were intended to reduce my testosterone output while others were depositing large amounts of estrogen into me, so I just figured it was another pill along that purpose.

"Well, that red pill is quite special and some perverted scientist friends of mine have been working to perfect it for years. You see, just taking it does nothing to you, but there is a special chemical in that lip gloss that activates the chemical coursing through your body from that big red pill. Now that you've already begun to ingest some of that lip gloss as I saw you licking your luscious lips a moment ago, I can let you in on the purpose of the red pill. You see, when that pill's chemical is activated, it sets off quite the reaction in your body. Within ten minutes, your throat and stomach will begin to burn as if there is acid inside of them. After another five minutes, that feeling will spread throughout your entire body. Five more minutes and you will begin to sweat profusely, like a crack addict going through withdrawals. In another five minutes you will experience the worst headache you can even imagine, joined by blurred vision. And if you last 30 whole minutes, then your body will begin to seize, leaving you completely helpless."

I was floored... why would she do such a thing to me? What could the purpose possibly be for such a pill? And why did she say the scientist friends of hers were perverted for creating it? They seemed more masochistic than perverted. Miss Vicki saw the panic and confusion running through my mind and continued.

"Oh, don't worry honey - there is an anecdote that I'll give you at the end of the party, if you make it that long. And, here's the best part. The pill's cycle can be reset quite simply by ingesting something containing a combination of citric acid, amino acids, potassium and zinc. Now, you could go get pills specific to all of these requirements, but you likely won't find any of that here. So, what is an alternative, you are likely wondering? Well, lucky for you, there is something that every man - every real man at least, not you anymore - produces that meets all of these requirements. Yes, sweetie... semen contains all of those chemicals needed to reset the cycle of the pill. However, as I said, the scientists are working to perfect the pill. One side effect is that it seems that the ingestion of semen orally is the only method that works, and that upon swallowing the semen, the cycle tends to quicken. So while at first it will take around ten minutes for the headache to set in, after a few resets it may only take five minutes - and by the end of the night, who knows... you may be begging for a repeat bukkake performance! Wouldn't that be sensational?! Anyhow, that's what I needed to let you know. And be sure to reapply your lipstick and lip gloss as needed - since you'll be needing to suck a lot of cocks tonight, it will be in your best interest to keep those big dick sucking lips of yours as attractive as possible! Off we go now."

She spun me back around, facing the entrance to the party and again smacked me on the ass, prompting me to walk forward although I was in a daze in response to the information I'd just learned. Now I was going to be chemically required to ingest cum?? No, fuck that, I'll deal with a little headache or some mild discomfort - there was no way I was going to be begging for a repeat of that dreadful bukkake of two weeks ago. I still felt like there was dried cum buried in my skin from that night no matter how often or for how long I scrubbed my body clean. Once again I felt Miss Vicki stop me, though she didn't spin me around this time.

"Oh shoot, one last thing, I promise."

I felt my dress being lifted up in the back, followed by something cold at each of my hips. I heard a snip and then felt my sheer black thong fall to my the bottom of my ballet heels. She had cut it off! Now not only were my breasts exposed through the holes of this dress, but now my fake pussy and, most importantly, my pussy asshole was unprotected and on display as well. That fucking bitch - just to further my embarrassment she did that. She slid a finger deep inside of my fake pussy, making it to where the fleshy cover imprisoned my cock and began rubbing it up and down as she whispered into my ear.

"You're going to crave the *taste* of their cum too. I know you don't believe it, but each time you taste cum, you'll feel a craving for that taste again. By the end of the night you won't be able to control yourself and will be running from cock to cock, desperate to feel that slimy goo sloshing around in your mouth, savoring every last drop as you gulp it down and move on to the next."

That statement sent shivers through my body all the way to my core. It didn't help that she was arousing me by rubbing my trapped cock as she told me about how I was going to crave sucking the cocks of others. I felt like it made her think that I was getting hard at what she was telling me rather than just the fact that my severely neglected cock was getting some attention. I didn't have time to convince her otherwise, however, as this time she pushed me forward and followed me into the main room.

I swore my throat was starting to burn as we walked inside, but convinced myself that it was all mental - it had only been a few minutes since I had apparently activated the chemical inside of me. I could only imagine how widespread it was given that I'd been taking that red pill for two weeks now.

As I walked through the doors, I saw that we were in a room similar to just a massive living room. There were couches along three of the walls - I counted about 12 couches in all. All of the couches were facing a projection screen on the fourth wall and my face turned beet red as I saw that they were actually watching videos of my performance with Miss Vicki from two weeks ago. As I walked in the video was at the part where I was crouched doggy style on top of the teacher's desk with the fourth man fucking my pussy. As he pulled out and the summation of all of the cum that had been deposited inside of my by the four men came oozing out, I heard a collective "ooooo" from the people on the couches. 

Of the 12 couches, there were 3 on each of the side walls and then five along the back wall, just to give you an idea of the size of the room. It could probably comfortably seat around 40 people, but there only seemed to be around 20 sitting on the couches or standing around talking while watching the video as it moved on to me lapping up the cum. I knew the bukkake scene was coming soon and tried to shield my eyes from watching. I turned my back to the screen, realizing that now I was giving everyone along the back wall a full frontal view of my breasts and puffy pussy lips peeking out through my dress. Their attention drifted from the TV and I now noticed everyone staring at me, putting together the puzzle that the 'girl' on the screen was now standing in front of them.

Of the 20 people I counted that roughly 5 of them were wearing black collars similar to Miss Vicki's, meaning that they were dominants. Eight of the people were wearing blue collars, signifying guests. There were three more red collars and I cursed all of them knowing that I could have been wearing one of those if I had lasted longer in that damn competition with the dildo machine. I hated the three slaves wearing the silver collars as well as they all stared at me with knowing grins - completely aware that they were at a higher stature than I was and that I was apparently at their mercy. There was one slave with a pink collar in this room, a woman who was completely naked facing the screen from a back couch, riding up and down on a stiff cock of one of the blue collared men while a woman, also wearing a blue collar, played with her nipples as she moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure. She turned and looked at me as she undoubtedly saw everyone's attention shift to me and I saw a devious smile cross her face. She had a gorgeous body and long flowing brown hair that was bouncing up and down as she rode the cock inside of her shaven pussy. Her beautiful C cup breasts that were being manipulated by the woman next to her looked all natural and very perky. How had she gotten in a situation similar to mine? And why was she looking at me like that?

As I watched her ride the man until he was obviously cumming inside of her, she stayed mounted on top of him and motioned for me to come over to her. I acted as if I didn't see her and continued to scan the room, seeing out of the corner of my eye that the video was at the point where the first group of men was stroking their cocks around my face. I closed my eyes and looked away as I heard the female slave.

"Bitch! Get over here NOW!"

She knew she had my attention and now everyone in the room had heard her order. I heard Miss Vicki chuckle behind me as I had forgotten she was there, then felt her nudge me in the direction of the woman. I stumbled my way over there and stood behind her, smelling the mixture of her pussy juices and the man's semen mixing together inside her pussy. My throat was now definitely starting to burn, letting me know that what Miss Vicki had told me was very real... they had drugged me and the only available solution was semen. You had to be fucking kidding me. I looked pleadingly at the woman as she sat there, straddling the man on the couch, halfway turned around and eying me up and down.

"Get on your fucking knees and clean me and this nice man up."

Having no other options available too me, I knelt down, feeling my tight black leggings run across the black carpet and scooting forward until I was right up next to the couch cushion. I didn't see how I was going to be able to clean them off with her still mounted on the man, but that didn't mean that they were going to wait apparently. The woman who had been molesting the female slave's breasts turned her attention to mine. She seemed to like that she could grab my breasts through my dress and took advantage of the opportunity, grabbing my nipples and pulling me downward until my face was now even with the female slave's pussy, inhaling the smell of the semen trapped inside of her. Her legs were completely spread apart and she pulled the man's legs apart some too, leaving just enough room for me to fit my head between them. The woman guest continued to pinch and tug on my nipples, directing me on where to go. Finally she stopped and I saw her standing up out of the corner of my eye. I felt her walking behind me and then felt her grasp the back of my head and shove me forward, forcing my face into the female slave's pussy and the base of the man's cock. She held me there, waiting for me to start cleaning them both up.

This must have turned the female on as she started slowly bouncing up and down on the man's cock once again. He was getting hard again as I reached my tongue out and began to lick the female's clit, moving my head with her as she bounced. She began to moan, but to my surprise moved my head down and kept it in place right at the base of the man's cock. I was now forced to lick the man's cock until the woman came down and fully impaled herself on it, at which point I would lick her pussy lips as they expanded to house the thick cock she was riding. I tasted traces of semen but mostly her juices as my throat and stomach continued to burn.

The woman behind me was now fingering my pussy while also examining my fake pussy. I felt her put three fingers inside of my lubed hole and groaned in response, but it was muffled by the cock and pussy that were directly in front of me. They were picking up the pace now as the female slave was holding my head in place as she bounced up and down. I felt more and more juices trickling out of her pussy and down the man's cock as I continued to lap them up. Finally she stopped, fully impaled as her body convulsed into a massive orgasm, multiplied no doubt by me licking all around her pussy lips. The man let out a deep groan as well and I felt his cock twitching inside of her pussy, undoubtedly filling her up even more with his seed.

After sitting there for a minute, she lifted herself up, placing her hand over her pussy and rolling off to the open seat of the couch. The woman behind me let her fingers out of my pussy and again moved to my head, directing it over the man's cock. It was completely flaccid now and wreaked of pussy and cum. I went to take it in my mouth before feeling the woman behind me slap me, telling me to just use my tongue first. I swallowed and began to lick all around his cock and balls, tasting the traces of cum but it was obviously not enough to satisfy the necessary amount to reset my chemically induced cycle while I felt the burning sensation starting to spread throughout my body.

His cock and balls were clean now, completely covered in my saliva and left with me panting over them, licking the same places over and over. Satisfied, the woman behind me now pulled me by my hair over to the female slave, who was laying on her back, obviously exhausted. Upon seeing me come over to her she smiled that same devious smile as before and stood up, her hand still covering her pussy, trapping the massive amount of semen inside of her. The blue collared woman spun me around and sat me against the couch, leaning my head back on the cushion. The slave climbed onto the couch, her front facing the back wall and her knees on either side of my head. I looked up and could only see her hand covered pussy above me as it slowly lowered down onto me, my nose snuggling into her ass.

First I had to lick her fingers which were now covered in her pussy juice and a small bit of cum that was running up against them. When she was satisfied with how clean her fingers were I felt her slide them away, then lowering her pussy onto me. I felt the entire weight of her body on top of me now and felt her now fingering her clit from above me. The woman guest was now back to playing with my nipples roughly through my dress as I screamed into the slave's pussy. Just as I was screaming a big glob of semen flooded out of her pussy and into my mouth, creating more of a gargling sound as it went directly down my throat. As it slid down it felt like the burning sensation was subsiding, which was the only positive spin I could put on this situation as more and more of the cum left her pussy and entered my mouth. As it went to my stomach the burning left there as well, followed by slow relief coming throughout my body while I continued to swallow more and more, all the time licking her pussy as well. She was now starting to ride my face, obviously approaching yet another orgasm. How many times could this bitch get off, I wondered. Apparently at least three times as she pulled my head deep into her pussy, nearly drowning me as more of her cum left her pussy mixed with the small amount of the man's cum that was left inside of her.

Satisfied, she rolled off of me, my face now covered in a mixture of sweat and both of their cum. She moved down and began to lick all around my face before interlocking in a passionate kiss with me, her tongue exchanging everything she had collected with mine, staying inside of my mouth until I had swallowed it all down. She then let go of our kiss, opened up my black clutch and reapplied my lipstick and lip gloss.. that god damn lip gloss.

The female guest was now sitting on the couch with her short tight black dress ridden up over her hips, playing with her pussy. Thinking I was going to have to eat her out as well, I turned around, preparing to go through another licking process. I felt the female slave pull me away, to my surprise.

"No, no bitch. That's for me. You are to go to the room next door and see if they can use your services. Off you go."

She smacked me on the ass as I struggled to my feet, balancing myself on my ballet heels before slowly beginning to walk out of the side door, not sure what was awaiting me in the adjoining room. As I left the room I glanced to the movie screen, seeing that the bukkake had just ended and there was a close up of my face completely covered in semen, my eyes shut tightly, my breasts also dripping cum. All I could do was tell myself that tonight wouldn't end in a similar fashion. It couldn't.

The next room I entered was larger than the first... I guess it had to be to hold six beds inside of it. The beds were in two rows of three and there were various 'activities' going on in five of them. A sixth on the far side of the room was completely empty.

The first bed I saw consisted of a man in a blue collar being face fucked by a man in a black collar, while a red collared slave was actually fucking the guest from behind. For some reason, it made me almost happy to see that a slave could be ordered to fuck someone of a higher party status. That gave me hope that maybe I wouldn't be on the receiving end all night long.. maybe someone would even have the decency to order me to rip this fake vagina off and get to fuck that hot woman slave from the room I had just been in. I'd put a pounding on her and wipe that fucking smile right off her face.

My vivid thoughts of grasping that bitch's hair from behind and shoving my cock inside of her were interrupted by a group of people entering the room from the door on the opposite end, right next to the open bed. There were two black collared dominants, a male and a female, as well as two red collared male slaves completely nude along with a pink collared female, wearing only a tight black miniskirt.

I tried to make myself as small as possible and hide behind the group of men fucking on the bed in front of me, but the female dominant caught view of me before I could get behind them and immediately called me over. The female slave looked delighted to see me, knowing that she had just moved up a rung in this group that she likely was about to be gang fucked by before I came along. I slowly made my way over to them, trying to drown out the noises of sex surrounding me until I was finally standing in front of all five people. The female seemed to be the one in control as she spoke with dominance in her voice.




Trapped and Trained Ch. 15



"Ok - Candi, is it? Up on the bed, face down. Bill and Peter, you tie him up just how I had explained how you were going to tie up Amanda here. Amanda, I want you to go get that nipple vacuum from the room next door and then return here with it immediately."

The three men were all much larger than me. The two slaves, Bill and Peter, both looked like they were weight lifters and had shaven heads. What were they doing submitting to people? I didn't risk asking them and just did as I was told, climbing up on the bed face down, wondering what was about to happen... dreading it.

Peter and Bill pulled a chest out from under the bed. From inside I saw them pull out a considerable amount of rope before climbing up on the bed with me. They made me get up on my knees with my face at the front of the bed, right near the headrest. They ran two of the ropes underneath the bed. With the first they tied both ends to my ankles. I tugged gently with one leg and felt the rope taught, shifting my other leg slightly. With the other rope they tied the ends around my thighs, just below the top of my leggings. My legs were now stuck wide apart. Next they took two more ropes and tied them to the bar running across the top of the headrest. They took the ends of each of these ropes and tied tight knots just under my ass cheeks, ensuring that I couldn't lower my hips at all from the position I was in. One more rope was tight to the bar at the foot of the bed and I felt them reach underneath me, grabbing my wrists and holding them together as they tied the other end of that rope around my wrists. Everything was done so quickly and efficiently and I was amazed as how little movement I now had, fear striking my eyes.

I heard the female slave re-enter the room to the delight of the female dominant. She took two small tubes and, with the help of the two men holding my upper body up slightly, placed them over my nipples. She had the female slave hold them there while she disappeared from my view. Suddenly I felt them begin to tighten their hold on my nipples, confirmed when the female slave was able to let go altogether and they remained on my nipples. Tighter and tighter they became as I watched my nipples becoming larger, sucking up further into the tubes. The pain was unbearable as I began to plead with everyone to let me go, that it was too much. Finally the suction stopped increasing, but my nipples were incredibly sore, now stuck deep in these shallow tubes. The female dominant came into view again and tugged roughly on each tube, satisfied that they were not going to come off apparently. She then took two small clamps and clamped the end of each of the tubes before disconnecting the piping that was running into each of them. The tubes were now freely attached to each of my poor, aching nipples as the two male slaves dropped me back face down on the bed, utterly helpless to stop anything that was happening. The female dominant spoke again.

"Okay, Amanda - up you go. We're going to play a little game. Candi, if you can get Amanda to cum in the next two minutes then we will set you free. If you can't, then you're going to be here for a while for quite a workout on all of your holes. Amanda hasn't been allowed to cum for going on four months now, so I wouldn't think it will be too hard, especially for a slut like you."

This wouldn't be so bad, I was thinking. Amanda was scorching hot, a petite blond with perky little B cup tits. I imagined her snatch was amazing, so a small part of me was actually looking forward to getting to spread her pussy lips apart with my tongue and listen to her moan in response. She climbed onto the bed and wiggled down between my head and the headrest, her crotch now directly under me as Peter and Bill again held me up.

All of my positive thoughts went right out the window as the male dominant came over and slid Amanda's black miniskirt off. Where I expected to see a clean shaven pussy, there instead was a flaccid 4" cock staring at me. At first confusion set in and I heard the other four people around the bed chuckle as they saw me going through the process of figuring out that Amanda was actually a lot like me... a guy made up like a girl.

Peter and Bill dropped me, my face landing in Amanda's crotch, right up against her limp dick. I only had two minutes, so I had to work fast. I took all four inches in my mouth, feeling it immediately respond and grow to its full 6" length. I could manage this easily and went to work right away, taking the entire thing in my mouth and feverishly licking and sucking on it. Only a minute in and I could already feel Amanda's hands on the back of my head, stroking my face up and down on her member as she moaned and squirmed underneath me. Thirty more seconds and she had to be close as I was counting down the seconds in my head. She had lost control of herself with ten seconds to go and was face fucking me without abandon. My nose was beginning to get sore from being thrust into her crotch so hard and fast. I noticed my whole body on fire again, only ten minutes since the last time I had taken a load of cum, so the chemical must have been working faster. Finally the two minutes had been up and my mouth was void of any semen minus a few drops of precum.

"STOP!" came the order from the female dominant, but it was too late. Amanda had no control of her actions and was pumping in and out of me, desperate to orgasm. Finally it happened, a four month backload of semen came gushing out of Amanda's throbbing cock. It filled up my mouth completely and kept streaming as she pulled it out and shot the rest all over my chin and neck. Once she was finished she collapsed against the headrest, completely exhausted as I choked and gagged on the sheer volume of cum that had just been deposited inside my mouth. The female dominant was not pleased at Amanda's disobedience, but couldn't hide the fact that she was impressed with how much semen had just been shot into and on me.

"Amanda, off the bed. I said off the bed, now! Well Candi, I'm sorry to inform you that, even though you did manage to get my little Amanda to cum, it was just beyond your two minute goal. Plus you kept going when I told you to stop. So while you received the award of one of the biggest cumshots these eyes have seen, you'll still get your holes worked over for the next hour or so. Hope your holes are hungry."

This was bullshit! I made that bitch cum in what must have been two minutes and five seconds, and she kept going after she was supposed to stop. She should be the one getting punished, not me. I didn't have a choice in stopping, she had ahold of my hair and was shoving her cock in and out of my mouth - I couldn't stop her tied up as I was. All of my complaints would fall on deaf ears though, and I knew it as I just focused on swallowing down the load of cum that was still in my mouth, feeling the immediate relief of the chemicals resetting inside of me.

Peter picked me up this time by himself as I watched Bill climb on the bed. He slid underneath me, now face to face with me. I was disgusted as he began to lick the leftover semen off of me, but was distracted from that by the feeling of someone lining up his thick 6" cock with my fake pussy. They slid it inside and I felt him start to thrust in and out, feeling his cock poke against my trapped dick when it was fully impaled, making me wince in pain each time as my member was extremely engorged still from Miss Vicki's attention earlier, the cock ring not allowing the blood to flow out of it.

While he was fucking my fake pussy, I felt my dress lifted up followed by another cock lining up with my asshole... my pussy. It was considerably larger than Bill's as I felt it slide all the way inside of me. It had to be 9" and considering that Peter was still in view, I could only assume that it was the male dominant's dick inside of me now. Peter then climbed onto the bed in front of me, on his knees, straddling Bill's face and still holding me up by my shoulders. His 6" cock dangling in front of me as he pulled me forward, forcing my mouth onto it... Here I was, a man, or what was left of a man, with a cock in all three of my holes, even my fake one... with three men now fucking me. Un-fucking-believable. How had I gotten to this point?

The two cocks in my pussies were in rhythm, thrusting in and out with each other, alternating between a completely full feeling to a feeling of almost emptiness. The cock stroking in and out of my mouth was just seemingly going at random, which was making it impossible for me to try and lose myself like I usually tried to, imagining myself somewhere else where there weren't multiple dicks fucking me. With the randomness of the cock in my mouth, I would always be snapped back to reality, either from gagging when he would unexpectedly shove it in balls deep or from wincing when he would pull it all the way out and slap my cheeks with it.

The cocks in my pussies were now starting to both pick up their pace, throwing them out of rhythm and now putting me in a horrible place of constantly having at least one cock continuously pumping into one of my holes. The man behind me had a death grip on my ass cheeks and the man underneath me was squeezing my breasts as he pumped in and out of me. I was in pain all over my body and again felt the hotness creeping all over me from the lack of a cum in my stomach. But the man shoving his cock in and out of my mouth seemed nowhere near the point where he would be cumming as he was more just toying with my mouth, reminding me that I was a cock whore and that he could do with me as he pleased.

All at once, both of the cocks in my pussies pushed completely inside of me, making me groan into the cock that was in my mouth. I felt the familiar warmth of semen creeping into my pussy while I also felt a stream leaving the cock in my fake pussy as it pushed up against my imprisoned cock. Now I was having two dicks shooting cum into me. What a whore they were making me was all I could think about as the cock in my fake pussy slid out. I tried shifting around as the cock that remained inside of me was getting uncomfortable, but it stayed hard and stayed deep inside of me. Bill also remained underneath me, and my eyes widened as I finally understood why.

With the dominant man's cock still inside of me, I felt someone stroking Bill's cock back to hardness, which turned out to be Amanda. The dominant woman whispered into my ear.

"I heard you've never had two cocks in your pussy at once and thought that was a real shame. A whore like you should have had that sort of experience by now. If you were mine you'd be walking around with two dildos inside of your pussy at all times. Amanda has grown to love that feeling and wants to help you experience it for yourself. And I want to hear you fucking moan like you love it or I swear to god I'll leave you here and let this whole party run a train on you over and over again, even after you've passed out from the mixture of pain and exhaustion."

I tried to protest, but Peter was holding his cock all the way inside of my mouth, making it impossible for me to say anything as I frantically shook from side to side as much as I could... which sadly wasn't much given the tightness of all of the ropes. I pulled up as hard as I could on the rope holding my wrists, but it just wasn't budging. My efforts renewed when I felt the head of Bill's cock, now rock hard once again, at the bottom of my pussy which was already stuffed full with 9 inches already. It was pointless though as I was just stuck.

It felt like I was being split in half as the pressure increased at the opening of my pussy. I just didn't see any way for both of the cocks to fit inside of me, but Amanda was determined as she continued to push harder and harder, the pain making me start to see stars combined with the sweat starting to form on my forehead, further proof that Miss Vicki was telling the truth about how I would start to experience withdrawal symptoms. I was determined to fight that feeling though and not oblige the cock in my mouth by helping to get him off.

Finally it happened - the head of the second cock slipped inside of me, joining the first one that was still fully inside with my ass cheeks resting against his body. Slowly the second cock slid further and further inside until all 7 inches were also in me. I now had a grand total of 16 inches of cock in me was the thought that crept into my mind. 22 inches if you included the 6 in my mouth. Amanda was giddy behind me, apparently proud of herself for managing to defy logic and force the second cock into me. I thought the worst part was over, but I was wrong as I felt both cocks start to draw out of me in unison before slamming balls deep back into me. I wanted to groan in pain but remember the woman's threat and did my best to change my groan to a slutty moan, muffled by the cock still sitting in my mouth.

This must have turned Peter on as he resumed fucking my mouth, getting in rhythm with the two cocks in my pussy. Now all 22 inches were thrusting in and out of me together, and here I was, moaning as if I loved every second of it. Peter's pace quickened as Bill continued to squeeze and molest my breasts, making it harder and harder to keep my moaning up as the pain all over my body was intense, combined now with the onset of a splitting headache. I decided that it was inevitable and started working the cock around in my mouth, helping Peter get to the point where he finally shot the content of his balls down my throat. It took a moment but my body temperature eventually stabilized and I started to feel better, minus the fact that there were still two cocks thrusting in and out of me and now Peter was rubbing his flaccid cock all around me, spreading the mixture of saliva and leftover cum on my face.

Since the two men fucking me had already cum once, it took them a solid four or five minutes of fucking me before I again felt them, somehow again in unison, deposit their warm, slimy cum inside of me. They stayed deep inside me as I was forced to thank them for my first double penetration experience. I closed my eyes as I humiliated myself further, thanking them for helping me in my journey to become the ultimate cum slut. Mercifully I felt both of the cocks sliding out of me, but even after they were out it felt like my pussy was still holding the gaping position. 

The dominant woman moved behind me I felt her hand underneath my pussy, telling me to push all of the cum out. I did as I was told and felt it gushing out. There was so much that she had to use two hands to hold it all as she brought it around to my face. She then made me lap it all out of her hands like a fucking dog, finishing by cleaning up her hands and between her fingers when it was all gone. As I was licking her hands clean I felt the ropes all being released from me as the blood rushed back into my limbs and hands, causing a burning sensation but I was just grateful to be able to move once again. Once her hands were all clean I felt a rough slap on my ass, followed by her telling me to leave this room and head on down the hallway to the left, to the room at the end where there were more people that would be able to use my services. She also told me not to even think about removing the nipple tubes or she'd still follow through with her threat from before. I slumped my shoulders - my nipples were pulsating within the tubes and were beyond sore.

I gingerly climbed off of the bed and slowly walked towards the door as the group that had just used me wandered towards the room I had just been in. I wondered what video was on the screen now but decided not to think about it and to just head out the door.

Once outside I saw that I was in the middle of a long hallway. I looked to my left and saw a red door at the end - the room I was supposed to be walking towards. There were a few doors on either side of the hallway that were all closed. Looking to my right I saw a door at the end of that hallway direction and contemplated heading that way instead and trying to find a way out of this place. I convinced myself that I had no other options and would hate myself if I didn't at least try and turned to walk that way. Just as I took my first step, however, I heard a door behind me open and a deep voice yelling at me.

"Hey you little bitch - get on down here. Ain't nothing down that way for you... down here is where you s'posed to be. Now come on before I lose my patience."

I wheeled around and was in horror as I saw the source of the voice. It was Tyrone, one of the men from the first party at my Master's house that had used me like a whore. I shuttered as I remembered the sheer size of his cock and how it filled up my entire mouth.. I also remembering how thankful I was that he hadn't won any of the auctions allowing him to shove it inside my pussy. I wondered if I would be so lucky this time as I still gingerly walked towards the door where he was waiting.

As I got to the door I saw that he was wearing a blue collar along with tight black spandex shorts, the outline of his massive cock on display through them. He wasn't wearing a shirt and I saw him flex his pecks as I approached, licking his lips at the same time as he eyed me up and down before speaking.

"Damn girl - I almost didn't recognize you! Shit, they done good with you, huh? Look at them titties and lips - and fuck, that ass is just fine. Get on in here... there's some people in here that been waiting for the low slave to get to this room. We got a whole set up that I'm sure yo ass is gonna fuckin love."

He groped my breasts as I reached him, giving my nipple tubes gentle tugs and laughing as he saw how secure they were. He held the door open for me and cupped my ass in his hands as I walked past him. I saw his cock twitch from underneath his tight shorts and quickly looked away.

Entering the room I just saw a circle of plush recliners with various people sitting in them. A few women were bouncing up and down on the men in some of the chairs while other chairs just had men or women sipping on what looked like wine from their glasses, talking with each other. Jerome walked me to the center of the chairs where a small wooden platform was sitting. The talking died down as they all saw me, though the women who were lost in pleasure continued bouncing up and down on the cocks they were on. Looking around I saw that I was the only slave in the room - there weren't even any red or silver collars, just all black and blue.

I felt Jerome behind me, his hands massaging my ass through my dress and his warm breath on my shoulder. I felt him lift the halter top of the dress up over my head and then crumple to the ground at the base of my unsteady heels with a gentle tug. Even as revealing as the dress had been, at least it was something. Now here I was in just some black leggings and ballet heels, my feminine body completely uncovered aside from the tubes that remained sucked on to my nipples. 

Jerome laid me down on my back on the platform, which was a square that was just wide enough for me to fit on it and the top was at the top of my neck with my head laying off the back. He pulled my arms to the sides of the platform and locked them into place with the leather cuffs that were attached to it. The next part was something I didn't even think was possible. As I mentioned earlier I wasn't able to fit my ankles behind my head, even with all of the stretching I was being put through daily. Well, Jerome had different thoughts on that as his powerful arms picked up my legs and stretched them back, then lifted my head up gently. I was in shock as I watched my legs stretch further and further back until I finally felt my ankles touching just underneath my head. Jerome used a length of rope and tied my legs in place, then locked a metal bar in place just underneath my chin that went all the way across the platform, locking my legs into place. I could now look down and see both of my pussies in plain view, open for the taking.




Trapped and Trained Ch. 15



Jerome noticed this too, licking his lips and then moving down. I watched his long tongue disappear into my pussy, giving me a sensation like I'd never had before. I hated myself, but a part of me actually liked it as I felt my cock stiffen under my fake pussy. He began thrusting his tongue in and out of my pussy and I was shocked to hear involuntary moans leaving my mouth to the delight of those sitting around us who began to call me a slut, whore, tramp, bitch... but I was lost in a world of pleasure as Jerome expertly ate me out. As I was now moaning out of control, he stopped, sending me back to reality and making me hate him for exposing me to those feelings. He smiled and slapped me hard on the ass before announcing to the group that I was "ready now".

A man stood up from one of the chairs directly in front of me and I immediately recognized him as Master Vic, the asshole that I considered responsible for me being here given that it was his party and that he picked me up and brought me here. At the moment, my hatred for him ran the deepest, followed closely by that bitch Miss Vicki. Vic walked a circle around the platform, seemingly examining Jerome's work in securing me to it in such a precarious position. He stopped and motioned towards someone without a word, then returned to his chair, seeming to settle in as if he were about to enjoy a show.

One of the women that had been bouncing up and down on a black man's cock in a chair behind me now dismounted and walked towards me. She was wearing a black collar and was riding a guest's cock, either by her or another dominant's orders. The black man seemed disappointed that she was getting off of him without letting him get off in her. She was naked aside from her thigh high leather stiletto boots, her jet black hair curling down just past her shoulders. She seemed a bit older, maybe in her 40's, but like Miss Vicki she took immaculate care of her body. Her pussy was glistening and clean shaven, the toned muscles of her abs on display as she walked a circle around me, stopping near my head.

She knelt down and ran her hands from my shoulders down to my breasts, massaging them for a moment before gripping the nipple tubes in her hands, smiling as she saw me flinch in pain and anticipation. She pulled gently upwards on them, eliciting a small squeal from my mouth as she bit her lip out of enjoyment. She pulled harder and I watched my breasts stretching out to accommodate her pulls, causing intense pain. Finally she strengthened her grip and pulled to the point where the nipple tubes made an audible pop and jumped off of my nipples, my breasts slapping back into form and jiggling from the sudden change. I screamed in pain, looking down at my nipples which were now puffy and swollen, a red ring surrounding the aureoles from the prolonged suction of the tubes. She smiled as she looked at the effect the tubes had on me.

She tossed the tubes aside and again put her hands on my breasts. She ran them to my nipples which I noticed now had incredibly heightened senses. Her touch alone made me need to jump out of my skin they were so sensitive. Each pinch and tug was now intensified, stars flooding my vision from the pain as she continued without any consideration for what she was doing to me. She eventually stopped after tears had begun to trickle from the corners of my eyes, my pleas having fallen on deaf ears until she was satisfied with the performance. She stood and walked around in front of me, looking down at me, and there I was again, completely vulnerable, tied to this platform with my ankles behind my head, staring down at throbbing nipples and naked pussies ready for the taking. She looked up and nodded at the black man that she had previously been mounted on, who stood and walked towards my head.

Suddenly all I saw was black. The man had stood directly over my head, so there I was looking up at his heavy hanging balls from underneath and his chocolate dark ass cheeks sitting atop chiseled thighs. He lowered down on top of me, his ass now inches from my mouth and his weight pressing my legs further down. I felt him press his cock in between my breasts and then begin to stroke it between them as he held my tits tightly together to cause the maximum amount of friction for his member. He was titty fucking me! I wiggled as much as I could, trying in vain to bump him off of me as I heard him start to moan as his stiff erection grew as it slid between my D cup breasts, his ass rocking forward and backward, coming within inches of my mouth as I smelled the scent of stale pussy juices that must have been on his cock from the dominant woman.

As if this wasn't problematic enough, I felt something prodding at the opening of my pussy. It felt like a finger. First one, then two, three, four... and finally it felt like all five fingers were pushed together and trying to enter me. They slid in to what felt like the second knuckle and continued to push forward. I began to struggle uncontrollably once I realized that not only was I being titty fucked, but someone was now trying to shove their fist inside of me and there was absolutely nothing I could do to prevent it. I screamed, but just as the sounds came from my mouth the black man rocked backward, muffling my screams into his toned ass cheeks. I felt a warm stream hit my nipples, knowing that he had fucked my tits to the point where he came on them and could only imagine his white sperm clashing with my bronze breasts, aside from my pale white tan lines of course.

My focus on the semen that was resting on my tits was short lived as I felt the hand pushing inside of me pass the third knuckle and then slide deep in my pussy. Whoever it was had a small hand, but a fist is a fist and the discomfort was paralyzing as I felt the person rotate their hand, again causing a blood curdling scream to come from me, again to no use as my mouth was covered by this black stud's ass. Finally he stood and I saw that the source of the fist was the woman who had just been brutalizing my nipples... she was quickly climbing up my ladder of people I hated the most, settling in just below Miss Vicki as it stood. She had a smile across her face as I looked down at my pussy and saw her arm disappear at the wrist, the rest residing inside of me, feeling it as she again rotated her arm and making me again squirm to no avail. I begged her to remove it and leg me go, again answered by a smile and an incredible amount of pressure. I had forgotten that my hole had closed around her wrist and that her pulling her fist out would again put out the feeling of her splitting me in half. I begged for her to release her fist and just slide her hand out gently, but with one rough tug backwards pain seared through my body and her fist came gliding out of me with traces of leftover cum on it.

About this time my head was absolutely throbbing, which I hadn't been focusing on previously with everything going on, but with a slight pause I noticed that I was in rough shape. My mouth was watering for some reason as well, like I was thirsty for something but no drink sounded appetizing. Then Miss Vicki's words echoed in my head... she said I would start craving the taste of cum, that I'd be like a crack addict going through withdrawal. I hadn't believed her, but as I started thinking back to Amanda shooting that massive load into my mouth just a short while ago I noticed the drool in my mouth increasing. I cursed my mind and tried to convince it to be strong, that I was a straight male who hated being put through this, but the urge was strong and my head continued to pound. I needed cum in my mouth... Oh my god... I needed cum in my mouth. I hated myself for even thinking it, but knew deep down that it was true.

I looked down at my tits and saw the globs of cum resting on them. The woman who had just fisted me saw it as well and slowly crawled on top of me, taking the cum on her tongue as she licked small circles around my still sensitive nipples, causing me to pant and plead with her once again to leave my poor nipples alone. She opened her mouth just above mine, showing the collection of cum resting on her tongue. I thought she would let it drop into my mouth, curing my craving as I opened up and waited only to watch her swallow it down herself, telling me how she loved the taste of a black man's seed before standing up and walking back to the chair, sitting on the man's lap who had just fucked my tits. So now I had voluntarily opened my mouth, waiting for semen to drop into it, only to be disappointed... DISAPPOINTED!... that it didn't happen. What the fuck were they doing to me? Who was I?

I wouldn't have to wait long for my craving to be fulfilled, however. Jerome had stripped his spandex shorts off and was stroking his massive cock in front of me now. He climbed on to me, his cock facing me and mirrored what the previous man had done, sliding his huge dick in between my tits, only since he was facing towards me, his cock was essentially punching me in the chin every time he thrust upward. He did this for a few minutes as I started to feel my arms and legs begin to twitch. Fearing the onset of a seizure and my mouth now starting to leak drool, I waited for him to thrust upward once and tilted my head down, catching his cock in my mouth. He let out a deep, loud moan as he felt my incredibly wet mouth surround his engorged pipe as he continued to slide it forward until it was sliding down my throat. I tickled the underneath of his cock with my tongue ring, watching him close his eyes above me and stick out his tongue, the tongue that had been fucking my pussy just moments ago. He gripped the back of my head and took control, pumping his cock in and out of me, ignoring my gag reflex completely and pushing through it until finally I felt the tell-tale spasms of an approaching orgasm. With his cock down my throat I felt the sperm come out of his cock like a fire hose, shooting directly down into my stomach, immediately feeling the relief of pressure in my head and stopping the involuntary twitching while he let out a primal scream of dominance. He again stood, regained his composure, winked at me and then headed for the door. I thanked my lucky stars that I again had avoided taking his cock in my pussy, though the fist I had taken instead was probably just as thick and painful as I imagined his dick would be.

For the next hour, the people in that room used me in every way imaginable like a never ending cycle. A man would come and fuck my pussy from above - given the angle that they were able to fuck me from, a 7 inch cock now felt like 10 inches with how deeply they could penetrate me. At one point a man was fucking my pussy while another came and shoved his cock into my fake pussy, turning a woman on so much that she decided to come and rest her sopping wet pussy on my mouth and stop my complaining to put my tongue to good use.

Then it happened... A woman approached me who seemed different than the rest, as if she had been ordered to approach me rather than doing it voluntarily. She had a black collar but carried herself differently than the others. She looked oddly familiar, but I couldn't place her. She sat on my thighs and gently played with my nipples, giving a different feeling than all of the others... this actually almost felt good, though she seemed to realize it was giving the wrong message and could be putting her at risk, causing her to begin to pinch and pull on my nipples a bit. She leaned down and engaged in a deep, sensuous kiss before breaking it off and moving to my ear, one of her hands still going to work on my nipples to apparently distract everyone while her other hand had moved down to her bare pussy. They were mostly caught up in their own sexual acts or conversation as she spoke into my ear.

"Andy - you don't know me. Well, not very well, at least. I know what these people have done to you, from the craigslist ad all the way through to Miss Vicki's training and that prison of an apartment they keep you in now."

My eyes widened as I opened my mouth to speak to her, but she took her cum covered hand and placed it inside of my mouth, shutting me up effectively as I instinctively sucked on her fingers. I again cursed myself for having the instincts of a cheap slut. 

"Shhh" she said. "You don't want to get the wrong kind of attention here, trust me. But I've followed your situation closely and I want to help. The people that have wronged you also wronged a mutual friend of ours - the girl you used to know as Jenna, your old neighbor. She left a note for me to try and find you before they relocated you, so I started searching until I heard that Miss Vicki had her hooks in you. I don't care for these parties, but figured this would be my only chance to speak with you."

Her fingers were still thrusting in and out of me as my mind raced. Jenna contacted this woman to save me. This was finally a way out - someone finally knew what was going on and could help me. Why wouldn't she just call the cops and get me out of this that way? Why did she let me go through all of this for the past two weeks... and everything that had been done to me at this party?! She seemed to be reading my mind.

"These people are extremely powerful... going to the cops wouldn't work as they always claim to have rock solid paperwork proving that this is something you wanted. The authorities are powerless. Our time is running out, but get through this party and I'll find you when I come up with a plan to save you. Just hang in there for a bit longer and do as you're told - there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Now I'm sorry for this, but I have a reputation to uphold with these people."

With that she lifted her head up and spun around, resting her pussy on my mouth before unleashing a barrage of pain on my ass cheeks while grinding up and down on my tongue. She experienced an intense orgasm before leaping up and heading out the door. My head was left spinning... there was hope.

I stayed in that room for another 45 minutes being used by anyone and everyone that would wander into that room. Finally I started to notice the numbers thinning out until it was just me left in the room, semen dripping out of both of my pussies and drying all over my body. The two assistants from before walked into the room and released me from my bonds, allowing me a moment to stretch my sore and aching muscles before leading me back downstairs to the room I had been made to wait in before.

They opened the door and shoved me inside, telling me to get washed up and get some rest. Inside there was a sponge with soap and a large bucket of water. On the desk there was a small vial with a note from Miss Vicki.

"Candi - congratulations on surviving the night... your reviews, for the most part, were positive. I definitely came up with a healthy helping of new and exciting ideas for your training as well as receiving various feedback from those that you served tonight on the areas in which you need to improve. There is a lot of work left to be done, but that can all wait until you've gotten some rest. On the dresser you will find the anecdote for stabilizing the chemicals released from your special red pills. If you made it to this point then I'm sure that belly of yours is overflowing with semen, so feel free to take this tonight and consider yourself off duty as the party bitch. I'll see you soon! Pinches and spankings - Miss Vicki"

I crumpled the note up and threw it on the ground, downing the vial of liquid and sitting on the bed. All I could think about was the mysterious woman who had spoken of putting together a plan to get me out of this place. All I could think about was Jenna... For the first time in months, I felt a legitimate sense of hope as I washed my body clean of cum, sweat and saliva, imagining the day that I wouldn't have to see another cock again as I drifted off to sleep.



Trapped and Trained Ch. 16



I slowly opened my eyes, feeling how heavy my eyelids were and how cloudy my vision seemed. I was drowsy, as if I was fighting a bad hangover and still a bit drunk from the night before. I didn't know where I was - it certainly wasn't the room I had fallen asleep in, my last memory being drinking some fluid that was supposed to offset the chemical imbalance in my system that was causing a need for me to ingest cum. I shuttered as the vivid details from the night before came rushing back through my mind, closing my eyes tightly and shaking my head to try and force them from my memory, feeling my hair gently dance on my shoulders as I did so... a constant reminder of my 'new life'.

I opened my eyes again a moment later, the cloudiness starting to clear up, and realized that I was actually sitting on my couch in my apartment. I looked around, staying seated, trying to see if anyone were in the apartment with me. I stayed as quiet as possible, not wanting to notify anyone that I was awake if there were someone there with me. A few minutes passed and I didn't hear a peep from anywhere, which was enough evidence for me that I was alone. Well... as alone as possible as I peered up into the corner of the living room and noticed the red light of one of the many video cameras present throughout my revamped living space.

I began to take in my surroundings, wondering how I had gotten here and what was going on. My only conclusion was that they had drugged me at some point during the night and brought me back home, but I couldn't figure out why. And why was I dressed this way? Someone had taken it upon themselves to dress me up as if I were heading out to the club for the night, but looking at the clock it wasn't even 8 a.m. yet. I was wearing a strapless minidress, where the midsection was red and felt like a satin material. The front was ruched to give it that bunchy look that was so in style right now. The cups of the dress as well as the bottom few inches were black and felt more like spandex, sticking to my breasts and my thighs. There was a sweetheart neckline that pushed my breasts together and showed off a considerable amount of cleavage while the bottom of the dress ran down to my mid thigh. I leaned forward and looked down at my feet, seeing that they were encased in 5" black high heels with an ankle strap and open toe. At the back of the heels there was red lacing, as if it were the back lacing of a sexy corset, tied in a neat bow at the top of each. Someone had taken some time in getting me into this outfit, but I still didn't understand why if they were just going to leave me sitting alone in my apartment while wearing it. Not that I was complaining.

I decided to get up and go change out of this outfit and into something more comfortable... if I could find it. At the very least I could get these fucking heels off and feel the carpet between my toes for a bit. I missed the small things like that more and more it seemed. I stood and steadied myself easily on the heels, feeling my breasts bounce against the elastic spandex material as I walked back to the bedroom only to find that the door was locked. In fact, all of the doors were locked, leaving me no choice but to either keep wearing this outfit or walk around naked, giving the viewers behind the video cameras a free show - though it wasn't like I had anything they hadn't already seen many times I was sure.

I walked back to the couch and noticed that there were some suitcases packed and sitting next to the front door. Two rolling suitcases, both pink, sitting upright as if they were ready to be loaded up into a car for some kind of vacation. I walked over to them and looked at the luggage tags, gulping as I read "Candi" on both next to the names with my full address listed below them. Apparently these were supposed to be 'my' suitcases, but I certainly wasn't the one that had packed them and I was sure I hadn't made any vacation plans recently, given my limitations. I exhaled a deep sigh and walked over to the couch, deciding that I would slip off the high heels and try to fall back asleep as I was still exhausted from the past few nights. As soon as I began to reach down towards my heel, I felt a warning zap come coursing through the ring still locked around my cock, hiding behind the fake pussy that was still parading me around as a woman. I stiffened up straight, surprised at the shock as I had convinced myself that I was alone and that no one was paying any attention to me. The intercom clicked on and I heard a man's voice fill the apartment.

"Your ride will be here shortly. Do not touch your outfit."

That's all he said, leaving me with a blur of questions racing through my head. What ride was he talking about? Was I going to Miss Vicki's store? But why the suitcases? Why were the rooms locked? Where was I going? Who was I going with?

After a few minutes of questions that were impossible to answer coursing through me and my heart beginning to pound through my chest, there was a honk out in the parking lot followed by the electronic lock on the front door releasing, signaling that I was supposed to head outside. I stood and walked outside before receiving another shock through my cock ring, apparently a reminder that I was to bring the suitcases. I peaked back into the apartment and grabbed them, rolling each behind me as the front door shut and locked as it latched. I looked around for a moment, hoping to see a police officer, a familiar face, anything that would give hope for an escape. I saw a man leaving his apartment a few buildings down, rushing to his car as he was likely late getting to work. He glanced my way and paused for a moment when he saw me, my heart skipping a beat and then sinking as he gave a courteous smile before hopping into his car, driving off and checking me out once again as he slowly drove past. Pervert.

In the parking lot was a sleek black stretch limo with the back door as well as the trunk open, obviously waiting for me to load in my suitcases and hop inside. I went to the back of the car and tossed in my suitcases before climbing inside, shutting the door behind me. I was surprised to see that I was alone in the backseat, but did see that there was a small tape recorder next to me with a small "Play Me" note with a lipstick kiss taped to it. I could only assume it was Miss Vicki's doing, which was confirmed as I pressed play and heard her voice fill the seat as I felt the car begin to move, taking me to my unknown destination.

"Candi! Exciting news - so sorry I couldn't be there to give it to you in person, but I have much to do on such short notice. I'm sure you're a bit confused, so allow me to clear up the cobwebs for you. Now, I had to deviate from my training plans for you a bit due to some unforeseen circumstances arising. There is a couple that was at the party last night who just HAD to have you for their upcoming vacation to Las Vegas. That's right, Sin City - what a fitting place for a slut like yourself, right?! Well, I tried to explain to them that you weren't ready for that kind of a trip just yet, but they just kept adding zero's to the back end of their check until I agreed - so here you are."

I nearly passed out as I took in this new information. Being out in public walking to and from cars was bad enough and the subway rides I'd had to make nearly resulted in me being raped. Now I was expected to fly out to a place famous for hookers and sin? With some couple who I didn't know the first thing about? How long would we be there? What would we do while there? How was I supposed to find them? I was certainly not dressed for a long flight and a day of traveling, why did they dress me like this when they knew that I'd be walking through an airport, dealing with security and all that? I was livid but the car was pulling onto the interstate, revving up to 70mph - plus the door was locked, so even if I did want to risk jumping out of a moving car, I couldn't. I was along for the ride until we got to the airport, at least. Miss Vicki continued on the recording.

"I know you probably don't feel prepared for a vacation getaway just yet, but don't fret - your job is simple, really. You won't make one important choice while you're on this trip - Mr and Mrs Smith, as they will be known to you, will choose all of your outfits and activities for the day. You are not to question any of their demands and are to comply with anything they desire as they are long time friends of mine and this is the first time they have ever shown an interest in one of my sluts. They will have the controller for your clitty ring in order to keep you in line and your special collars have been neatly packed away with some of your favorite outfits in case you disobey to the point where they are necessary. Or if they just want to have some fun with you! You should be nearing the airport soon - don't worry about finding the Smiths, they know who you are and will find you shortly after you arrive as they are already at the airport waiting to check in with you. Have a great time - I wish I could tell you what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas... but I just don't think that will be the case for this trip! Ta ta for now!"

The recorder went silent and I felt goosebumps starting to form on my arms and legs. I was nervous beyond belief... about being at the airport, going through security, riding on the plane... and then, my God, being stuck in Las Vegas with these obviously perverted strangers! To calm my nerves I convinced myself that I would wait for the limo to drive off as he dropped me off and then just hop in a taxi and tell the driver to drive me as far away from this place as possible. This could be the best thing that's happened to me since this whole ordeal started months ago.

The limo eased to a stop at the passenger drop-off area. I watched the driver come around to the back and place "my" suitcases on the curb before popping the lock on the door and letting me step out. He didn't even look at me, but I did hear a chuckle as he closed the door and hurried around back to his seat and driving off, leaving me there all alone. I gave a tug on the bottom of my dress, hoping that there would somehow be more material to be found and that it would stretch down further than my mid-thigh, but obviously had no such luck as a gust of wind blew through the area, causing more goosebumps while the wind made its way up the bottom of my dress and surrounded my body. I glanced around, looking for someone that might look familiar from last night, hoping to find the Smiths before they found me so that I could possibly avoid them. Strangers were everywhere I looked... men stealing glances at my generous cleavage while their wives were busy looking another way, wives staring holes through my body as they saw me, cursing me with their eyes for tempting their husbands. I wanted to scream at them that this wasn't my choice, but the words of the woman from the night before echoed through my mind, telling me that the police could do nothing for me. I glanced around again, this time hoping to see that woman, imagining her swooping through the crowd and ushering me off to a waiting car, driving me away from this life... but again, nothing but strangers.

Down at the end of the passenger drop-off area I saw the line of taxis that I'd hoped for. I grabbed the handles on my suitcases and began making my way towards them, angry at myself for claiming the hot pink suitcases as my own as I picked my way through the crowd. The taxis were getting closer, some of the drivers that were outside of their cars talking with one another noticing me walking their way and making themselves available, all hoping that the scantily dressed blond bombshell would pick his smelly cab to ride in. I did my best to give a flirtatious smile, remembering that I had no money with me, so that I would just have to get by on trying to take advantage of these men's hornyness and their competitive drive with one another to get the hot chick into his car. Just as I opened my mouth to ask for a ride, a man collided with me, causing me to drop my suitcases. Flustered, I hurried to try and pick them up as he apologized for the collision.

"Oh, I'm so sorry - I was talking to my wife and didn't even notice you there, Candi."

I began to forgive him and dismiss his apology before it sank in... he called me Candi. My face went pale as I looked up at him from my suitcases. He was a middle aged man, perhaps in his early to mid forties. He was handsome and was wearing a black power suit with a blue tie tied in a large knot, another sign of an authoritative figure. His hair was black with traces of gray, matching the goatee he was sporting. He reached out and grabbed my bare arm as I felt the strength in his grip while he pulled me to my feet. He was strong, much stronger than myself but not in a bodybuilder type of way... just obviously an athletic man that took good care of himself. He picked up my suitcases and nodded towards a woman behind us as she walked forward. She was also middle aged and had obviously had some work done to keep a youthful look. Her skin was perfectly tanned and smooth as it contrasted with her pink tanktop, white skirt and black heels. Her impossibly perky tits were hiding behind a black bra visible just under the tanktop as she approached. She pulled down her oversized sunglasses and looked me up and down, smiling at the view. She had dark black hair with no traces of gray anywhere and walked with a confidence that I had rarely seen... most recently though, I had seen it in the way Miss Vicki walked and I shuttered at the familiarity. The man opened up one of the pockets on the front of one suitcase and pulled out a small remote, flipping it to the woman. She smiled as she pressed one of the buttons and then laughed as she watched me flinch at the electricity it caused to course through my clit ring... I mean my cock ring. I have a cock, not a clit!

I was angry at myself for having the controller to the ring so close to me, but not even thinking of looking through the suitcase for it. I could have removed their control over me and been free, but I was too concerned with getting to a cab and freeing myself that way. I needed to be more focused - surely there would be other opportunities to get free while we were in Vegas, I just had to be smart. My thoughts were interrupted by another jolt, this one stronger than the last, intended to get my attention and enter the airport. I began to open my mouth to protest but decided against it. Mrs Smith told me to head to the security checkpoint, making me walk in front of them so that they could obviously watch my tight ass from behind.

Once we got to the security line, I watched Mr Smith check our bags and then nod to one of the guards. He walked over to him and spoke for a few minutes, laughing and signaling towards Mrs Smith and I before passing an envelope to the man. He motioned for us to come to his line and I saw him flip off the metal detector and scanner as I walked through since my cock ring did not trip the sensors. Mr and Mrs Smith gave a parting wave to the security guard and then again told me what gate to walk to, following behind as I heard them talking and giggling, no doubt speaking about me.

We arrived to the gate and were a bit early. The Smiths took seats on the waiting bench, placing their carry on luggage next to them with a small area in between them, which Mrs Smith patted and motioned for me to sit. I slid in between them, feeling Mr Smith place his hand on my thigh and begin to rub it while Mrs Smith smiled and played with my hair. She began to talk quietly to Mr Smith over me, without truly acknowledging that I was there and could hear them.

"You see Mitch - I told you she would be worth every penny! Feel those tight thighs? Can't you just imagine them wrapped around you, sliding up and down your shaft? I bet she's been thinking about it since the moment she first laid eyes on you outside. I know you've been thinking about it ever since we watched her performance at the party last night!"

He gave a low laugh and squeezed my thigh roughly, causing me to jump from a combination of pain and it tickling. He continued their conversation through me.

"Yea, Viv, you were right. I can't believe she's ours for the whole trip... she should be a lot of fun with everything we have planned. And I can't wait to see you two playing together - that's gonna be so fucking hot!"

Mrs Smith... or Vivian, I gathered, took that cue from Mr Smith and pulled my hair towards her, putting her other hand on my cheek and pulling my face to hers. Suddenly I felt her tongue thrust inside of my mouth as if it were in some kind of fight with my tongue, swirling circles around it as she forcefully pulled my face into her. I heard a soft moan escape her lips as she broke off the kiss and looked into my eyes - my nervous and terrified eyes. It was such a sensual kiss, one that normally would have had me rock hard and wanting more, but in this case all I wanted was to be free of these strangers. I wanted to slap Mitch's hand off of my leg and punch Vivian right in those red luscious lips, but I knew I had to show restraint. I decided that I would wait for my time, wait until the perfect moment and then, before they knew it, "Candi" would be gone with the wind. The first time they turned their back on me, the first time they left me alone in a room with a way out, the first time they had a lapse, I would be history to them, to Miss Vicki, to my old Master, to that bitch Britney, to everyone. They would only be able to talk about me in the sense of their memories, no new ones would be made at my expense. I just had to play along until that moment, as hard as it was to stomach.

Some of the other passengers in the gate waiting area had noticed the kiss and were stealing glances our way, likely trying to figure out what in the world was going on with this well to do, middle aged couple and their suggestively dressed companion. Yet the Smiths were in their own world, continuing to talk about how excited they were to "have me" all to themselves and talking about how much fun they had planned. Finally the boarding light flickered on and we made our way to board the plane with the first class passengers. I was handed a ticket with a seat of 6B on it as we stepped through the door. The seats were in groups of 3 as I took my seat, which was in the last row of first class up against the back curtain of the section, again being strategically placed in between Mr and Mrs Smith. Mrs Smith was sitting in the window seat as Mr Smith placed their carry on luggage into the bin above our row before taking his seat. His hand again went to my thigh as he got comfortable, yet this time he allowed it to run up dangerously high, sliding underneath the black spandex at the bottom of my dress before coming to a rest and flashing me a knowing smile that he could do whatever he pleased, especially since the row next to us was empty.

After tickling the top of my thighs for a few minutes, Mitch took his hand back out and flagged down the stewardess, ordering drinks for the three of us. I didn't hear what he had ordered, but I did see the stewardess laugh an embarrassed giggle before heading to the bar area and preparing the drinks. While that was happening, Vivian told me to stand up as she pulled something out of her purse.

It was awkward standing up in the back of the plane and I knew that we would begin our taxi to the runway soon, so I wasn't sure why she was having me stand so soon to takeoff. I felt her hands at the bottom of my dress and instinctively pushed them away only to feel Mitch strongly grip the back of my thigh, an obvious warning not to disobey Vivian's advances again. I stared straight ahead with my face going pale as I again felt Vivian's hands at my dress, stretching the spandex out and sliding it up over my hips. Here I was on a plane with a minidress on, a couple playing with my ass behind me, heading to Las Vegas to do God knows what... and not a single person on the plane was aware or able save me. I thought about screaming something about a bomb on the plane, but my train of thought was interrupted by Vivian once she had my dress up over my hips.




Trapped and Trained Ch. 16



"Oh Mitch - look at her tattoo! Isn't that so hot?! Gawd - she really is a slut... maybe she'll want to get another tat while we're on the strip to remember our trip! Ooooo, and look at these panties... crotchless!"

I felt her fingers between my legs, spreading the apparent crotchless opening of the panties I was dressed in while passed out. It was foolish of me not to check my entire wardrobe out while I was in the limo, but I spent the entire trip in a state of shock to the point where it had slipped my mind... the same way it had slipped my mind to check my luggage for that cock ring remote. I leaned back a bit and looked down to see what panties I had been dressed in to see a red lacy thong. The front was basically absent, in its place just some thin ribbon lacing between the lace strands plunging down from my thighs. Even from this view I could see the artificially swollen lips of my fake pussy straining against the ribboning, my face immediately turning just as red as the dress that was bunched up on my hips.

While I was busy examining the panties I had on, Vivian had handed a tube of lube to Mitch, which he had eagerly spread on his thick fingers and was now spreading the cold greasy fluid on the opening to my "pussy", which I was still trying to refer to as my asshole. Eventually I felt his fingers beginning to apply increasing amounts of pressure to the opening until they finally slid inside of me, causing a gasp to escape from me and more giggles from Vivian. After playing with my insides for a minute, I felt Mitch's fingers exit my pussy, quickly replaced by some type of plug that Vivian must have fished out of her purse. More pressure against my opening as the plug must have been over an inch wide at the widest point. Finally I felt my hole wrap around the thin part past the plug and hold it in place as Vivian gave me a playful smack on my ass cheeks. I saw the stewardess coming down the aisle and tried to sit back down, only for Mitch to again grip my thigh as Vivian made a few final adjustments to the plug. Just before the stewardess came into view of my exposed backside, Vivian pulled my dress back down and spoke up.

"Oh Candi, take a seat already! I'm sorry - she's just really excited about this vacation and couldn't wait to get that drink. What was the name of it again?"

The stewardess gave a sheepish grin before whispering that the name of the drink was a "blowjob", causing a hearty laugh from Mitch. Vivian made me take the drink and "thank the stewardess for my blowjob" loud enough for the group in the row in front of us to hear me and turn slightly. Through the opening in the seats I could see them whispering to one another and nodding back towards us as I shamefully took the drink and thanked her "for my blowjob".

I went to drink my shot which reeked of Bailey's before Vivian stopped me.

"No, no, Candi, that's not how your drink a blowjob. Here, put it down on your tray table, now put your hands behind your back. You're going to bend over and take the glass in your mouth, then tilt your head back and gulp it all down. I'm sure you'll be good at it given your expertise!"

This was so embarrassing as the stewardess lingered around to watch my show. I put my hands behind my back and leaned over, trying to get my lips around the shot glass. It took a couple tries and I saw that some of my red lipstick was coming off on the glass, but I finally had a good enough grip on the glass to where I could pick it up. I flung my head backwards and felt the alcohol fill my mouth before swallowing it all down. Mitch, Vivian and the stewardess all clapped some mocking applause before Mitch told her to keep them coming, causing the stewardess to head off back to the bar, smiling and shaking her head at the show she had just witnessed. This was going to be a long flight. And we hadn't even taken off yet as the plane finally started taxing to the runway.

I thought that the vibrations were coming from the plane beginning to move, but as they continued after we came to a halt at the edge of the runway, I knew I was mistaken. It was the plug in my pussy that was vibrating as I looked at Vivian and saw a devious smile on her face with another small remote in her hands. I watched her press another button and felt the plug beginning to expand - wonderful, I thought - as if things weren't bad enough already, they now had an inflatable, vibrating plug nested inside of me. It was a three hour flight with no connections, meaning that I was trapped here with these horrible people for at least the next few hours. The plane jolted forwards and Vivian had a moment of mercy on me as the vibrating and inflating came to a stop while we were thrust into the air on our way to Las Vegas. I wasn't sure if I should be looking forward to getting off of the plane or dreading it given that their options for humiliating me would increase exponentially once we were on the ground... but my options for escaping would increase at the same rate, or at least that's the hope I was clinging desperately to.

Once we leveled off in the air, the stewardess was back with another blowjob for me, again pausing to watch me go through the process of drinking it without my hands. She must have been putting more liquor in them then the recipe called for because they tasted really strong, plus I hadn't had anything to eat for hours so I was already starting to feel a bit lightheaded.

Mitch pulled out a magazine while Vivian pulled out a book, apparently settling in for the long trip. I rested my head against the back of my seat and attempted to drift off to sleep, but I would periodically be awoken either by Mitch's wandering hands or Vivian triggering the plug inside of me to action while they exchanged glances with each other over me. They were obviously enjoying themselves, meaning two of the three people in this row were enjoying this trip so far. As for me, I was just in another form of my new hell.

An hour into the flight, Vivian said that she needed to go to the ladies room. I stood to let her slide past me only to have her push me back down into my seat. She raised up her skirt, letting me see that she was wearing a sheer pink thong, and lifted one of her legs over me, now straddling me as she sat down with her breasts smashed into my face. She lingered there for a few moments, holding my face into her tits while she gyrated her hips into me before standing. She pulled my head into her crotch and again let it linger for a few moments as I took in the smell of her obviously wet pussy as well as the strong scent of her perfume still in my nose from her tank top. Finally she pulled my head back and gave me a slap on my face as she moved past me, instead straddling Mitch this time and stroking his cock through his suit pants a few times before making her way out to the aisle. Mitch laughed and gave her a playful smack on her ass as she exited our row and on her way to the restroom.

Just as she headed off to the bathroom, the stewardess was back with yet another blowjob for me, to Mitch's amusement. After I had downed it and handed the empty shot to the stewardess, Mitch took my hand and slid it up his leg and into his crotch. I tried to pull back but he was took strong and gave me a stern "don't fuck with me" look, causing me to relent and stop my objections. He manhandled my hand and was rubbing it up and down on his cock while his eyes closed. I hadn't noticed, but after a minute he had removed his hand and now it appeared that I was now voluntarily stroking his cock while he laid back and enjoyed it. It was at that moment that Vivian returned, taking in the sight for a moment before slapping my hand away and telling me that there would be plenty of time for that later. She again climbed over Mitch and myself with the awkward suggestive pauses before settling back into her seat. I was angry at myself for letting Mitch trick me into that position, letting Vivian think that I was voluntarily playing with him when in fact I had been trying to fight him off prior to that. In the grand scheme of things I knew it didn't matter and that she probably knew, but it still angered me to go through that humiliation.

The flight was halfway over when Vivian told me that I should go to the restroom. I politely told her that I didn't have to go, even though I really was starting to feel the urge to pee after all of the blowjobs I had drank down to this point. I just didn't want to have to try climbing over Mitch or walking down the long aisle to the back of the plane dressed as I was and knew that I could hold it until we landed. But Vivian persisted.

"It's not a question, sweetie. Everything I say, you do, remember? Now you head on back to the bathroom and take that pesky plug out of your pussy. Be sure to clean it off while you're in there. I don't want to wear your tight little pussy out so soon in our trip. So you can either head to the bathroom and take it out or I can have you bend over in the aisle while I ask our nice little stewardess to come over and pull it out for you - it's up to you."

With those options I obviously stood up and tried stepping over Mitch to get to the aisle. I placed my back to him and tried to steady myself on my heel, but my balance was off with the long stride and I began to fall. I grabbed on to the seat in front of me to steady myself, but Mitch took the opportunity to pull me down on top of him while Vivian laughed in the window seat at the view. I squealed as the plug was pushed a bit deeper inside of me from the impact and then I squirmed to try and get to my feet, but not before feeling Mitch's semi erect cock pressing against my ass cheek. His hands wandered up to my breasts, groping them through the black spandex for a moment before letting me go and pushing me to my feet. The people in the row in front of us had turned around to see what the commotion was. I saw that they were all men likely in their early 20's. Glancing back as I walked I saw that they were all still standing over their seats, watching me walk back towards the bathroom and nudging one another. More perverts. I was quickly wondering if there were any normal people left in this world.

Thankfully the bathroom was unoccupied as I didn't want to have to stand out in the middle of the aisle after all of the stares I received on my way back. I was growing used to making eye contact with men and women alike and watching their eyes slowly travel down my body, pausing at my breasts and my ass as they blatantly undressed me with their eyes. I realized how guilty I had been of the same exact behavior prior to all of this and vowed that I would change if I ever got free of this imprisonment.

Shutting the bathroom door behind me, I finally saw myself in the mirror. I opened up my mouth and saw that there was a small red penis inserted in my tongue piercing and saw the smeared red lipstick across my lips from the repeated attempts at drinking those blowjob drinks. I wet a tissue and cleaned myself up before hiking up my dress, placing one of my heeled feet on the toilet and taking hold of the base of the plug in my pussy. It took a strong tug to get the widest part past my opening, the plug eliciting an audible pop as it was extracted. I took it to the sink and rinsed it off while realizing that I had nothing to put it in to get it back to my seat! I couldn't very well just walk down the aisle with a butt plug in my hands. After I finished peeing and cleaning up, I decided to wrap it up in toilet paper and try to get back to my seat unnoticed.

As I exited the bathroom, the aisle was clear so I hurried my way down towards first class with what just looked like a wad of tissue paper in my hands. Just before I made it through the first class curtain, our stewardess made her way through them, blocking my path. She immediately saw the bunch of tissue paper in my hands.

"Oh, Miss - here, let me take that trash for you and throw it away."

Before I could protest, she had grabbed the wrapped up plug from my hands. It came unraveled once she had pulled it away and she immediately saw what it was. We both blushed as she handed it back to me and allowed me to pass by, suppressing a laugh as I disappeared back into first class.

"I'll be sure to bring you another blowjob as soon as I get back to your section" she said, loud enough for the few rows around us to hear her. I put my head down and shamefully made my way back through the curtain and to my seat, slumping down in my chair and shoving the partially unwrapped plug into Vivian's purse. The attendant was just behind me, freshly made blowjob in hand, again watching me drink it down.

After an agonizing three hours, the plane started its descent into the Las Vegas airport. My head was spinning from all of the drinks I'd had to consume throughout the flight. I slowly made my way off of the plane, passing by the smiling flight attendant who thanked me for such an entertaining flight and telling me that she hoped to see me again on my return flight. Vivian locked arms with me once we were in the terminal and led me to the baggage claim area. Mitch walked beside me as well, periodically placing his hand on the small of my back to help direct me... other times his hand would travel further south and cup my ass cheeks. My mood at this point could really only be classified as "coast mode"... I was just trying to get to wherever we were going so that I could start to figure out a way to get free. With how drunk I was at the moment, I was still with it enough to know that now was not a smart time to try getting loose. I'd probably stumble and be caught before I even made it out of the terminal - and then they'd certainly take precautions to keep me in check for the rest of the trip.

After we had our bags, we made our way out to the passenger pick-up area. We walked over to a white stretch limo where a driver was standing with a sign for the "Smith" party. While Mitch went to help the driver load up our luggage in the trunk, Vivian pulled me aside and whispered in my ear. 

"The real games start now, Candi. That flight was a piece of cake compared to what the rest of this vacation will be for you, sweetie. Now, for the first game, your goal is to get those pretty little lips of yours wrapped around my Mitch's cock by the time we pull into the hotel parking lot. The reward for this will be the simple fact that you get to suck Mitch's cock, which based on that tramp stamp of yours I saw will be reward enough. The punishment, however, will be severe if you fail to get his dick in your mouth by the time we're in that parking lot. He's tired from the trip and will probably not be too interested, so you'll most likely have to do some seducing to get him in the right mood. The drive should take around 45 minutes, but the traffic may not be too bad at this time of day, so I suggest you work quickly!"

The trunk closed and the driver opened our door as we all filed inside. Mitch sat in the back with me on the bench seat to the left and Vivian sitting across from me. She allowed her legs to be spread open, giving me a full view of her sheer panties yet again while she shot me a mischievous smile. I took a deep breath and crawled towards Mitch. I placed my hands on his thighs, slowly moving them both towards his crotch. He smiled, but pushed my hands away just before they reached my reluctant goal.

"Whoa, slow down there baby - plenty of time for that. Let's get to the hotel and relax for a bit."

Shit. I slumped back to my seat and tried to show him a pouty face. I wasn't sure what was worse... the fact that I had to portray disappointment that he shot me down or the thoughts that must have been coursing through his mind about what else we would have plenty of time for. I looked to Vivian, who tapped her wrist in that "running out of time" motion.

I was running through my options when I remembered that Mitch was looking forward to watching Vivian and I play together. I went back to my knees, but instead of crawling towards Mitch, I instead went to Vivian. She seemed a bit surprised at first, but spread her legs further apart to let me in between them. I ran my hands up her stomach and took her firm C-cup breasts in my hands through her tanktop, feeling the lace of her bra underneath through my fingertips. I placed my nose against her clit through her panties and heard her give a soft moan while she placed her hands on top of mine, making me roughly begin to massage her tits while I breathed against her panty covered pussy. She slid down on her seat, letting her crotch rest off of the seat to give me access to it. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mitch adjusting to get a better view of the show.

I pulled down on Vivian's tanktop, letting her breasts free from it and the bra. I took her nipples in my fingers and heard her squeal a bit as I rolled them in tight circles. I felt them become erect, now turning into small pencil erasers in my hands as she pulled her panties to the side, exposing her bare pussy to me now. Her lips were swollen and glistening as I licked and bit the outside of her labia. Mitch was now beginning to stroke his cock through his pants as I picked my head up from between Vivian's legs for a moment and seductively licked my lips. I knew he was ready and went to move towards him only to have Vivian grab my hair and push me back down between her legs.

"Huh uh bitch - you can't get me all hot and heavy and then run off to him. You get back in there and finish what you fucking started!"

My complaints were muffled quickly as soon I was surrounded by her toned thighs and musky wet pussy. Mitch's cock was now out of his pants and he was slowly stroking it, telling Vivian how hot this all was and to send me over to him once she was finished with me. We had been driving for nearly 30 minutes and I knew I had to get Vivian off quickly if I was going to have time to tend to Mitch before we made it to our hotel parking lot.

I wasted no time and thrust my entire tongue as far into Vivian as I could, feeling her tighten her grip on my hair and lift herself up off of the leather seat in ecstasy. As she lowered back down I let my tongue out, again thrusting all the way inside as she made it down, swirling my tongue inside of her this time and feeling her hands leave my hair and move to her breasts, over my hands. She was grinding her pussy against my face, smearing her juices all over me and no doubt smearing my makeup in the process. I pushed my head as far into her as I could, reaching the deepest regions of her vaginal canal and licking furiously as she was nearing an orgasm. I could hear the moans of her as well as Mitch who was obviously enjoying the performance - he no doubt had a wonderful view of my backside given how I was bent over plus Vivian was massaging her breasts as I pinched and tugged on her nipples, my head disappearing between her sexy legs. If I were a guy watching this, I was sure it would send me over the edge.

Vivian's cum came gushing out of her pussy as she again moved her hands to my head, holding me in place as she came. She held me there until she felt she was sufficiently cleaned up, coming down from her ecstasy and letting out a long, satisfied sigh. As soon as she let go of my hair I pulled myself away and moved towards Mitch, who was now feverishly jacking himself off, his face flushed, obviously close to an orgasm of his own.

I crawled two steps towards him before I felt Vivian behind me. She pulled my hands behind my back, putting my face on the floor of the limo. She grabbed a pair of handcuffs from a drawer compartment under her seat and clicked them into place, locking my hands behind me. I was panicking, knowing that she was delaying my completion of her little game purposely, but knew that saying anything would likely just prolong what was happening. She pulled the back of my hair, lifting me up to see Mitch, his engorged cock now just inches away from me as I stuck out my tongue, my red penis piercing slightly visible to me. I was so close to touching him, but Vivian expertly kept me just far enough away that it was impossible to make happen. She moved her hands from my hair down to my chest, pulling the spandex top of my dress down over my breasts, exposing them to Mitch now as she picked me upright to my knees.




Trapped and Trained Ch. 16



Mitch's eyes moved to my breasts as he continued to stroke himself at a furious pace. Vivian's hands massaging them from behind felt odd to me - almost pleasurable, almost painful at the same time as she aggressively pinched my nipples causing me to yelp. Mitch moved forward on his seat, his cock once again just out of my reach as I tried to lunge forward and let my lips envelope his cock, only to be forcefully help back by Vivian. Precum was oozing out of Mitch's dick, sliding down until his hand covered the tip, spreading the precum all over the shaft. The added lubrication was all Mitch needed as he stopped stroking his full shaft and focused only on the tip, groaning loudly. Vivian was licking and sucking on my ear.

"Open your mouth Candi - you're going to take his entire load in there. My Mitch cums like no man you've ever seen before... he has huge balls that hold a reservoir of semen. It will fill that hot mouth of yours to the brim, but don't you dare swallow a drop until I tell you to or you'll regret it."

A game within a game, apparently. This Vivian was a methodical bitch I gathered. She pinched my now erect nipples and held them tightly, causing my mouth to open. Before I could let out a howl, I felt the first spurt of cum hit my tongue. What followed was both amazing and appalling. Stream after long stream of cum exited Mitch's cock as he continued to massage it. Just when I thought there couldn't possibly be more, another string would shoot out of his dick and expertly collect in my mouth. Only a few drops missed their spot and ran down my chin, collected up by Vivian's hands and spread over my still bare breasts. My mouth was full, my cheeks puffed out like some kind of chipmunk. I wanted nothing more to spit the entire load out or swallow it, anything to get it all out of my mouth as I felt it covering the walls of my cheeks and the roof of my mouth, finding every possible crevice.

The limo came to a stop in the valet department of the Bellagio. I had failed to get my lips on Mitch's cock, but I couldn't even think of that given my current predicament with my mouth full of Mitch's seed. Vivian pulled my dress back up over my tits just as the driver opened the door, smiling as he saw Mitch zipping his fly back up and me handcuffed on my knees. He held the door open as the three of us filed out, a couple hotel workers coming out and loading our bags onto a luggage cart. As soon as I was outside, Vivian released my wrists from the handcuffs but made no mention of the cum in my mouth, meaning I was going to have to continue holding it. Once inside, she and I lingered in the lobby while Mitch went to the front desk, talking to the hotel manager and periodically pointing over towards us while the manager nodded continuously in confirmation of whatever Mitch was saying.

After what felt like an eternity, Mitch came over to us and led us to the main elevator. We stepped inside, alone as the doors closed and I saw Mitch press the "PH" button, sending us up to the Penthouse suite. These Smiths were obviously some high rollers. Vivian was staring at me, periodically wiping the small drops of semen away from the corners of my mouth as it would inevitably leak out, sucking her fingers dry as she did so. I looked to her pleadingly but received no relief as she just nodded her head from side to side, warning me not to swallow any of the cum until she was ready. I started to wonder if she would ever be ready and if I was just supposed to lose this game no matter how long I kept it in my mouth. I debated just spitting it out and dealing with the consequences, but the elevator doors opened at that moment, Vivian pushing me forward out to the door to our suite.

Mitch slid the electronic key through the locking mechanism, pushing the door open as the green light flashed approvingly to let us inside. The suite was massive with a panoramic view of the strip out the main window. There was a huge balcony area, a jacuzzi, a bathroom with a shower that looked able to hold 8-10 people, massive king sized beds in three different rooms. It was the biggest hotel room I had ever seen as I was led to one of the guest rooms where my pink suitcases were waiting, the bellhop obviously placing them there before we made it up.

Vivian sat me down on what I presumed to be my bed, again rummaging through her purse.

"Tilt your head back and open wide Candi" she said, pulling something small out in her closed hand. I did as I was told, feeling the huge load of semen rush to the back of my closed throat. She displayed a small green pill and threw it into the middle of the pool of cum, smiling as she did so.

"Vicki said that you have a tendency to try and run off to whore around on your own time, so this is just a little precaution to prevent you from doing so. That green pill is time released - every 12 hours you need to take one of these little pink pills I have and will lock up here in the room. If you don't take the pink pill at least every 12 hours, your body will essentially begin to systematically shut down.. loss of vision, hearing, speech, increasing pain in your head until finally everything just stops altogether. Yes, quite a serious repercussion, but we will always be nearby to give you your anecdotal dose, so as long as you stick with Mitch and I, you'll be just fine. At the end of the vacation we'll give you the eliminating anecdote, sending you right back to normal. Now, SLOWLY, I want you to swallow everything down and then open wide so that I can make sure you took the pill down."

That bitch Miss Vicki - if she hadn't given them that warning then my escape would be much easier. It was now much, much more complicated. These people and their fucking pills. My head still tilted back I began to let small bunches of cum slide down my throat, feeling the pill make its way down during one of them. Once finished I opened my mouth for Vivian to examine, having to lift my tongue and pull out my cheeks to let her see every possible hiding place for the pill. Satisfied, she smiled and went to one of my suitcases, popping it open and looking through it. She tossed me what looked like a bra and a thong.

"It was a long flight and Mitch wants to take a nap. I don't want to be couped up in this room though, so you and I are going to head poolside and get a little tan. I saw those tanlines you had on your tits and figured this little bikini would be fun. Now lets get you out of that dress and into it."

A bikini? This was hardly a bikini. It was a mesh material, the cups and crotch red with black trims and strings all around. The cups were split in two, held together by a small black bow that could easily come untied. The crotch was the same way, the meshy material straining to be held together to conceal what was underneath. I looked at her with disbelief.

"Miss Vivian, surely I can't wear this out to a public pool - I mean, look at it! I'll be reported for public nudity."

She gave me an impatient and irritated look.

"Nonsense, Candi. For one, we're heading to the VIP pool where topless women is practically encouraged. For another, all of your goodies are covered up unless any of those bows come untied. And well, if they do, more fun for me and whoever has a good view of you. Now quit wasting my time and get dressed. I'm heading to change and when I get back you had better be ready to head to the pool. And keep those heels on, they perk that tight little ass of yours up beautifully and I want to show my bitch off properly in our first outing."

She left the room, finally leaving me to myself. I stared defiantly at the bikini on the bed, telling myself that I couldn't possibly wear it. I felt the mixture of cum and alcohol swishing around in my otherwise empty stomach, looking around the room for something to eat to attempt to absorb the concoction but coming up empty. My escape was going to have to wait until I was feeling better and also when I knew where they were hiding these anecdotal pills that I was going to need in order for my escape to be able to last longer than 12 hours without coming to an unfortunate sounding end. I gulped, tasting remnants of semen that felt permanently encrusted in the crevices and folds of my mouth, even between my teeth. I slid my dress down and off, grabbing my ridiculous excuse for a thong as I went on down and over my heels. I wanted to take the heels off and feel the plush white carpeting under my toes, but knew my time was limited.

It took me a lot of adjusting, but I finally managed to arrange the tiny bikini on my breasts and crotch to where my nipples and pussy weren't visible through the tiny slits still made by the bows holding the material together. The strings of the bikini sat atop my already defined tanlines, giving me a bit of a map for where everything was supposed to go as the strings of the thong rode high up on my hips before diving down and disappearing between my tanned ass cheeks. I went to the mirror on the back of my door and looked at myself. My makeup was a mess so I decided to take the makeup bag out of my open suitcase and fix it as I waited for Vivian, reapplying the lipstick and eyeliner that had been smeared by Vivian's legs and pussy. Just as I was finishing up, Vivian popped open the door.

Her bikini was much more modest and simple than mine. It was all black with a full back, large string bows holding everything in place on both sides of her bottom. The back of her bottom was scrunch styled, lifting her ass cheeks up beautifully and fitting the contour of her backside. Her breasts filled out the top, bouncing gently as she walked into the room. In her hand she held a single black and pink sarong - I emptily hoped that it was for me but knew otherwise... firstly because it didn't match my bikini at all, and secondly because I was understanding how much of an evil bitch Vivian was even this early in the "vacation".

Confirming my thoughts, Vivian wrapped the cover up around her hips and tied it in place, ensuring that all of the attention would now be directed to me. She looked me up and down and had me turn around so that she could see the back, then gave me a smack on my ass, giggling as I felt my cheeks jiggling... my ass was still tight, but I could feel it filling out as I continued taking my daily regiment of pills from Miss Vicki. Satisfied with my slutty appearance, Vivian led us out of the room, saying bye to Mitch in the process who groggily returned the goodbye as he was obviously about to fall asleep.

We entered the elevator and I saw Vivian press the "P" button above the "PH" that we were currently on. Surprised, I felt the elevator go up rather than down - I was confused as I thought that we were already on the top floor. The doors opened and Vivian took my hand in hers and pulled me forward.

There was a deep blue inground pool surrounded by white canopies with pool chairs underneath them. Littered around the area were gorgeous women in skimpy bikinis and well groomed men in tight, short spandex swim trunks. Vivian led me through the area hand in hand, past a group of three women who could easily have been supermodels... or playboy models, given how they were dressed in their pink, blue and red bikinis. They looked at Vivian and smiled a respectful looking smile, then eyed me up and down. One rolled her eyes and I was sure they were talking about me after we had passed, feeling their eyes still examining me as we walked past them. A man with chiseled abs and black spandex shorts walked by, catching me looking at the outline of his cock pushed to the side in his shorts and smiling - plus I swear he winked at me as Vivian gave him a playful wave. We walked by a few more similar groups before coming to an empty canopy. Vivian laid down on one chair and had me lay down on the other, looking out at the pool. A few women and men were in the pool and I was shocked to see that two of the women were topless, their breasts swaying and being splashed with water as they walked and swam, glistening against the sunshine pouring down on the roof. Vivian leaned over to me.

"So Candi - tell me, of all of the men here, which would be your choice to take you into that island in the middle of the pool and give you a proper pounding?"

My mouth dropped halfway open and I looked to Vivian, expecting her to start laughing and tell me she was joking. Seeing her face maintain a serious expression, I rolled my eyes and started looking around at all of the various men surrounding the pool. I didn't understand how I was supposed to choose something that wasn't attractive to me at all, so I just randomly picked a man laying down on a chair across the pool. Vivian nodded approvingly.

"Interesting... I figured you would have protested or just selected no one at all. Very interesting, Candi."

Fuck... I wanted to tell her that I didn't say "nobody" because I figured I would be punished, but the damage had already been done. Plus she was obviously just playing another game with me, the caniving bitch. I watched her reach in her pool bag and toss me a small tube. Looking at it I saw that it was glittering suntan lotion. I popped open the top only to hear Vivian stop me.

"No, no, Candi. You don't put that on yourself - you take that over to your dreamy man over there and you get him to put it on you. And, since it glitters, I'll know if he missed a spot. Everywhere that's showing better be glittering by the time you get back here."

This just kept getting more ridiculous. Now I was being asked... ordered, rather... by a stranger to go have another stranger spread lotion all over my bikini clad body. I gave a frustrated groan and rose to my feet, slowly making my way around the edge of the pool and over to where the man way laying. He was young, probably around my age. He wasn't as tan as some of the other men at the pool but still had a nice color. He had a swimmer's type of build - no bulging muscles, but definitely toned and in shape with not a hair visible on his body, not even on his legs leading up to the bottom of his blue swim trunks. He was reading a book on his iPad, not paying any attention to me or any of the people around him. How was I supposed to get his attention? 

I took a seat in the pool chair next to him, hoping that he would glance over at the person sitting down but he remained undisturbed. I popped open the top of the lotion bottle and began rubbing it on my arm, sighing loudly, but still nothing. He was obviously in his own world. I stood up again, now just a few feet from him and turned my back to him, putting one of my legs up on the chair. I began rubbing the lotion up and down my leg, peering back at him out of the corner of my eye. Finally I saw him shoot a glance my way, checking out the thong covered ass staring back at him at eye level. His gaze lingered for a moment and I thought I had him, but back to his iPad he went without a word. Fuck.

I put some more lotion in my hands and began attempting to lotion up my back, grunting and groaning in frustration as I couldn't reach the entire area. At long last he asked if I needed help, which I graciously accepted. I looked across the pool and saw Vivian mock clapping her approval.

I laid down on my stomach while the man spread the lotion out across my back. He paused for a moment as he noticed my tattoo, but he didn't say a word as he continued to rub the lotion into my back. Once it was all covered, he stood to go back to his chair. Shit! It figures that I'd finally find a guy with manners when I needed a pervert.

"Umm, I'm sorry to impose Sir, but if you wouldn't mind that felt absolutely wonderful! Would you mind helping me out with the rest?"

I shot him a flirtatious smile as I asked. He looked a bit flustered, but stood back up from his chair as I laid my head back down. He put another dab of lotion in his hands and started down at my feet, rubbing my legs all the way up to just under my ass. He continued to rub, never putting his hands on my ass, obviously not wanting to cross any lines that I actually needed to have him cross. I decided to help him along and reached back while his hands were at the tips of my thighs and placed them on my ass.

"There too, if you don't mind." I said to the man. He left his hands on my ass for a moment, obviously taking in the moment where he was most likely living out a fantasy of having a blond knockout beg for him to rub her ass. If only he knew there was a cock underneath this bikini rather than a genuine pussy like he was no doubt envisioning. I felt his hands leave my ass for a moment before returning with more lotion. He rubbed my ass for what must have been five minutes, must longer than he had spent on my back or legs and on a much smaller area. He was obviously enjoying himself, grabbing handfuls of my butt in his hands as he rubbed it all in.

After letting this go on for a while, I flipped over and squeezed some lotion on my legs and stomach, looking at him expectantly. He eagerly went at it yet again, rubbing the lotion all the way up my legs and letting his hands rub against the crotch of my bikini periodically, becoming more and more adventurous as he went. I looked across at Vivian who was watching intently, he hand between her legs, disappearing under her sarong as she enjoyed the view of this ruggedly handsome man rubbing and fondling me. He moved on to my stomach, this time letting his hands slide under my breasts as he spread the cream all around, leaving a glittered trail behind his hands each time. His eyes were fixated on the bows of my bikini bra as if he were hoping that he would will them to come untied. He took some more lotion and began spreading it just above my breasts and around my chest, letting his hands wander to my cleavage, looking at me with hope in his eyes that I would pull my bra off and let him rub them as well. I looked at Vivian and saw her mimic the motion of untying the cups of my breasts. I mouthed the word "NO" to her only to see her pull out the small black remote of my cock ring from her pool bag.

Begrudgingly, I moved this stranger's hands away from me and slowly untied both of the bows of my bra cups simultaneously. I saw the bulge in his shorts growing bigger as he saw my pierced nipples become exposed as I pulled the mesh material to the sides of my breasts, cupping them in my hands.

"Here too, please"

He fumbled the tube of lotion as he hurriedly went to get more in his hands as if he wanted to take me up on my offer before I changed my mind. I wanted nothing more than to change my mind and storm off, but I sat there like a statue as I felt his timid hands begin to spread the lotion around my breasts, massaging them in a clockwise motion. He asked me if it felt good as I closed my eyes and faked a pleasurable moan, the validation causing him to be more aggressive with his rubbing as he focused more on my nipples and aureoles, as if they were at risk to be sunburnt. It took everything I had not to slap his hands away. I opened my eyes and saw Vivian motioning for me to come back to the canopy... finally. I asked the man if he could tie me back up - he looked a bit defeated, but gave me a smile and did as he was asked. As I was getting ready to stand up, he handed me his business card and wrote down his room number on the back, telling me that his name was Mark and that he hoped we'd meet again... calling me Candi as I walked off, obviously taken from my tattoo. I smiled a courteous smile and thanked him for the wonderful massage before heading back to Vivian, seeing that he was still staring at me across the pool as I sat down.

"You're such a fucking tease, Candi. I love it." Vivian said, as if I had volunteered myself to go over there and be groped for half a fucking hour by some man I'd never met, having him squeeze and fondle my tits while obviously imagining himself sliding his cock in between them.




Trapped and Trained Ch. 17



Walking back into the suite, I felt the cold air blowing on my wet skin, causing shivers to flow through my entire body and goosebumps to pop up. Also, another undesirable effect occurred as I felt my nipples become hard as rocks underneath my bikini, which was a detail that did not go unnoticed by Vivian. As soon as the door was closed behind us, I heard the shower running, meaning that Mitch was awake. I felt her presence behind me and then her hands running up my legs and onto my ass, feeling the small bumps and continuing upward until her hands were atop my breasts. She pinched my stiff nipples between her fingers, hearing me whimper.

"I bet you need to warm up, don't you sweetie?" Vivian asked, while continuing to roughly play with my nipples, which were becoming quite sore.

"Yes Miss Vivian, please let me go warm up." I managed to squeeze out, gritting my teeth as I said it while her hands moved underneath my bikini top, now playing directly with my nipples and causing me to squirm in my heels as she relentlessly continued. 

"Well, you're in luck. It sounds like Mitch is taking a shower, and he loves a nice, hot shower. So this sounds like a perfect opportunity for another fun little game. Now, I want you to keep your sexy little bikini and heels on and wander on in there to join him. However, your task is only to suck him off, since I know how disappointed you were that you didn't get to wrap those precious lips on his cock earlier. You are NOT to allow him to penetrate any of your other holes, understood? And when he cums in your mouth, you leave it in there until I say otherwise."

She had essentially trapped me, getting me to agree that I needed to warm up and then giving me a way to, only with the caveat that I had to suck Mitch's cock in doing so. I slumped my shoulders and made my way into the master bedroom, turning left and heading into the bathroom. The shower was enclosed in completely glass walls with nozzles on all four walls shooting water towards the middle, where I saw Mitch standing. His tanned and toned body glistened in the water when I saw it through the steam, his limp cock dangling between his legs as he washed his body. He heard the clicking of my heels against the bathroom floor and smiled as he looked me up and down in my revealing bikini.

I opened up the door and entered the shower, feeling the warmth all around me and the hot water splashing down on my body, the goosebumps quickly fading away. I heard something at the bathroom entrance and saw that it was Vivian wheeling a chair in from the bedroom, video camera once again in hand and a satisfied smirk glowing across her face while she sat next to the shower with a perfect view of what was about to happen.

I approached Mitch and put my hands on his chest, feeling the strength in his pecks as he flexed them, the water now falling directly on my head and running down my body. I felt his hands go behind me and then felt the release of my bikini top coming untied, gently falling down to my feet, my breasts bouncing to explore their new found freedom. His hands immediately went to them as he started aggressively massaging them, taking them in his hands and squeezing roughly before rubbing them in tight circles. He spun me around and pushed me over to the wall nearest to where Vivian was sitting, the red light on her camera staring back at me through the glass. He kept his hands on my tits but I felt him sliding his now half erect cock in between my ass cheeks, moaning at the friction it was causing as it easily slid between the wetness. He was becoming more and more aggressive until I finally felt that his cock was fully erect, all eight inches now sliding up and down the crack of my ass, pushing against the small strip of material from my thong, all that was protecting my ass from him penetrating me and me "losing" the game with Vivian. I looked through the glass at her and saw her shaking her head no, knowing what Mitch was about to do, warning me to prevent it from happening or to suffer the consequences of her kinky and devious mind.

Panicking, I slapped Mitch's hands away and spun around. I playfully pushed him back into the center of the shower before dropping to my knees. He smiled a knowing smile, aware of what I was about to do. I took his stiff dick in my hands, gasping at just how thick it was as my fingers could barely wrap all the way around it. I slowly stroked him and licked around the shaft for a few minutes while he groaned in anticipation, finally putting his hands on the back of my head and sliding his cock between my lips and filling up my mouth. He took control and began to slowly thrust in and out of my mouth while I continued to stroke the bottom half. Eventually he took my hand away, now shoving his entire cock in and out of me, shrugging of my gag reflex and taking him until I felt my nose push against his stomach and his balls rest on my chin. Each time he'd hold me there for a second, not allowing me to come back up for air, making me take in my situation of having this long, thick penis shoved down my throat, before bringing it all the way back out.

In the midst of all of this I felt a breeze of cold air behind me. I paid no attention to it as I had to put all of my focus on Mitch's cock if I didn't want to throw up while he gagged me. Suddenly, though, it had all of my attention as I felt someone behind me. It was Vivian as I felt her playing with my groin region. Surprised, I felt her applying something, after which I felt her peel up one of the corners of my fake pussy. Slowly she pulled it all the way off, taking my cock out of the sheath that it was wrapped in underneath. My heavy, cum-filled balls dropped out of my body as they were finally free, the strange feeling of my dick between my legs distracting me momentarily from Mitch's pushing in and out of my mouth.

I felt Vivian slide something else over my cock - it felt like a condom, but much thicker. Part of me suddenly hoped that she was perhaps going to let me fuck her, as my mind wandered to a point of me having her bent over the bathroom counter, me pulling the back of her hair and relentlessly pounding in and out of her pussy while she screamed in ecstasy. Those visions were quickly put to rest, however, once I felt her slide my dick back into the sheath of the fake pussy and then paste everything back into place.

Before I could wonder what that was all about, Mitch began to violently fuck my mouth, his throbbing dick staying inside of me now as he pounded away. I felt it begin to spasm and braced myself for what was about to come as he pushed his dick all the way down my throat, getting ready to shoot his load as if it were directly depositing into my stomach. I knew that I had to keep his cum in my mouth, per Vivian's instructions, so I struggled against his hands until his cock was resting on my tongue, just in time. It felt like he came for ten seconds straight, stream after stream flowing as his cock slowly began to go limp in my mouth. One more spasm came as he pulled out of my mouth, shooting one last bit of cum on my lips which I couldn't lick clean as my cheeks were bulging from the deposit, my mouth full of his potent sperm. Apparently satisfied and done with me, he stood me up and pointed me towards the door, giving me a vicious slap on the ass to get me going. I saw the redness of his handprint forming on my cheeks as I walked by the mirror on my way out.

Vivian was in the bedroom, stripping down to take a shower of her own. She had a gorgeous body, beautifully tanned, perky breasts, a perfect mound of a shaven pussy. Her jet black hair cascading perfectly down over the tops of her breasts as she turned to see me staring at her, taking in her beauty. She smiled and bent over at the waist to take her heels off, purposely giving me a wondrous view of her firm ass cheeks and long, slender legs. I felt my cock stirring underneath my fake pussy, straining against its fleshy prison and begging to be set free, but to no avail. Vivian stood and strode towards me, the confidence in herself almost palpable as she walked. I felt a bit of cum leaking out of the side of my mouth and quickly wiped it away with my finger.

"Very impressive showing, Candi - you're quite the cocksucker! I guess that comes with all of your practice though, huh?! Well, surely you felt me rummaging around with your little clitty, but don't you worry about that for now. Now, open wide so I can see how much of a load Mitch gave you."

I tilted my head back and opened my mouth, feeling the gobs of cum sliding around in my mouth. Vivian looked inside and seemed satisfied, then threw in one of those damn pink pills, starting my twelve hour timer all over again. Vivian pushed my mouth closed, but didn't give me permission to swallow the cum inside. 

"There we go - I think that's a wonderful way for you to take your pills - let's make that a standard practice for the rest of the trip, shall we? Now swallow that tasty spunk down with your pink pill. I took it upon myself to lay out your outfit for tonight on your bed. Off you go to shower and sexy your face and hair up for a big night out in Vegas tonight while I go join Mitch in the shower to see if he has anything left for me!"

I walked out of the master bedroom and across the living room, peering at the door, knowing that I had a chance for freedom, knowing that I could run out of those doors and be down the elevator before Vivian and Mitch finished their shower. But I knew that it would only be a short dose of freedom, that I would have to come crawling back for another dose of my pills in a measly 12 hours. I heard Vivian giggling in the shower with Mitch and tiptoed to the edge of the master bedroom, looking inside from a safe distance. I could see the safe where they kept the stash of my pills and, presumably, the anecdote that I needed for permanent freedom. If I could get ahold of that I could disappear within Vegas, nobody would ever find me. Ever so quietly I knelt down and crawled over to the safe, hoping that Vivian had forgotten to close it all the way. No luck once I reached it, a small keypad keeping it locked and, in turn, keeping me imprisoned with these awful people. I would have to find a way to watch Vivian or Mitch enter the code the next time they opened it up. Slowly I crept out of the bedroom and headed back to my room, happily sliding off those dreaded high heels and slipping into a hot shower. More importantly, a hot, lonely shower.

Once I was done with my shower I stepped out and went through my routine. I dried my hair and put it up in the towel, then dried off the rest of my body. Once that was done, I put a healthy dose of lotion all over myself. I hated to admit it, but the lotion felt wonderful, my skin so buttery smooth and soft once it had seeped in. I caught myself massaging my breasts with the lotion for what must have been a few minutes, lost in a moment of pleasure as my nipples were so sensitive. My brain screamed at me to snap myself out of the trance, struggling to remind my body that I was a man trapped inside of all of this. I finished up with the lotion and took the towel off of my head. I blow dried my hair and then straightened it, something I was becoming very skillful at, as well as applying my makeup which was next. I found that getting all of this done before getting dressed usually was better, since the outfits I was typically required to wear would sometimes either restrict my movements or just be god awfully uncomfortable, so the less time I could spend in them, the better I figured. Once I was all dolled up with my makeup I stepped out of the bathroom and surveyed the items awaiting me on the bed.

There on the bed was what seemed to be a latex collection. There were long, red gloves as well as red leggings that would cover my feet and hands. There was a black miniskirt with a silver zipper as well as another strip of latex that apparently was supposed to cover my breasts with another silver zipper where the ends would meet. The only problem was that the material was only about two inches wide, meaning there was no way it would cover my entire breast - I'd have to strategically place it so that it covered as much as possible, but that still wasn't much at all. Another problem was, as much as I looked, I couldn't find any panties anywhere, not even a crotchless thong or anything that ridiculous. Was I supposed to go commando or did Vivian just forget to leave some panties out?

I began the struggle of sliding into all of the latex. The gloves were the worst as my lotioned hands kept slipping and losing my grip on them, but eventually I worked both of my hands inside. Everything was so tight fitting that it was hard to squeeze my legs inside of the leggings, but I managed after some fighting with it. I decided to just get dressed and then question Vivian about the missing panties once I was done, so I slipped on the skirt, seeing that it was cut dangerously high and that the slit where the zipper was exposed almost my entire left thigh. I could feel the bottoms of my ass cheeks peeking out of the bottom, exposing just a touch of my thigh before the red leggings started. I tugged and pulled on the latex top, trying with all of my might to make the two ends meet until finally I got the zipper to catch and zipped it up, my breasts smashed underneath. I maneuvered my breasts around painfully underneath the tight material to ensure that my nipples were hidden from view. At the foot of the bed were my heels for the night. They were shiny black platform heels with a 6" stiletto heel. There was a red lining going around them, ending with small bows at the tips to complete the outfit.

On the nightstand was some jewelry that I was apparently supposed to wear. There was a small red ball for my tongue ring that I managed to switch out, then a red pair of handcuffs on a small black chain that was to hang from my belly piercing. Some large silver hoop earrings completed the jewelry that I had to wear, so after slipping them on I gave myself a once over in the mirror (with a reflexive twirl that I hated, but still always did) and made my way out to the living room to inquire about the panties that I needed.

Walking out into the living room, Vivian was sitting on the couch wearing a low cut black halter dress, displaying an ample amount of cleavage and finishing just below her thigh as the dress flared out. She wore some modest black high heels with about a 3" heel on them... looking at those heels I would have done anything to trade mine for hers. Even as stable as I had become from walking on such high heels, it was still hell on my feet, especially now given that my feet were covered in latex and wanting to slide around within the heels, making walking quite a bit more challenging. Vivian stood as I walked in and circled me, cupping my ass as she walked past and giving an approving sigh as she made her way back in front of me and eyed me up and down.

"Okay Candi - we will be heading to dine at a restaurant you've probably never heard of, it's call The Cell and it's a bit of a different dining experience than I'm sure you've ever experienced, but the surprise is half of the fun for newcomers, so I won't ruin that for you. Now, as I mentioned earlier and surely you have noticed, you have a little additional piece of material covering your cute little clitty. This serves a few different purposes. First..."

With that, she pulled out a tiny black remote control. I watched her flip a switch and then begin to turn a dial. I felt the piece of rubbery material that was enveloping my cock under my fake pussy begin to vibrate and then slowly massage my dick. It almost brought me to my knees to finally get some attention down there. Even that little bit of attention made me feel like I was on the brink of a massive orgasm, the cum beginning to rush from my swollen testicles up my shaft. But, just before I reached that moment, the sensation was gone - Vivian had stopped the device.

"Yes - it can run on a remote control so that I can tease you and play with you all I want. And, the BEST part, is that there is a sensor that will keep your little clitty under control. Once it feels your heart rate has increased enough and it notices the onset of an orgasm, it will send a small electrical surge into your clitty that will subside your orgasm. Now, this won't work all of the time, but let me tell you, it will take a monster orgasm for you to push past that safety valve and actually cum from that pathetic little thing of yours. Now let me show you the real fun in that device."

Vivian reached down to her purse and pulled out a 6" black dildo. She led me over to the couch and bent me over it, my ass facing her. She kicked my legs apart to expose my pussy, then I heard the sound of lube being squeezed out of a tube. She must have rubbed it onto the dildo as I never felt anything rubbed onto me - a thought that was validated a few seconds later as I felt the greasy head of the cock at the entrance to my fake mound. Without any resistance it popped inside, but I didn't feel anything different, so I was a bit confused. As the dildo inched in, I was tempted to question Vivian and ask her if she was sure of what she was doing. Then, once there was only about an inch left to insert, the fake cock pressed firmly against my entrapped dick, pressing against the material and sending the device into motion again. As she pulled the dildo out and the pressure on the device relented, everything stopped until she thrust it inside once again. She held it there for a moment, watching me lose myself in ecstasy. She began to pull it out and I felt myself moving backwards with it, not wanting it to leave me, not wanting the pleasure to stop.

"Mmmm, you see sweetie, I needed a way for you to really want a cock inside of you. When men are fucking a slut like you, they want to hear the genuine moans of a whore while they pound in and out of your sweet, tight pussy. They want to know that you're loving their throbbing cock being inside of you. And, as you can see, this 6 incher barely reaches the sensors in the device, so you'll be needing to find something at least that big to feel that same kind of pleasure that I know you're craving now. Also, the harder and faster you get your pussy pounded, the harder and faster that device will work on your clitty, so now I don't even have to worry about forcing you to be a whore - given that men always think with their dicks, I can imagine that you'll only be thinking with your clitty once you get a nice thick one up there to give you a proper fucking. And since your cum will leak out of your pussy, the men will just be thinking that it's either their cum flowing down your tubes or the cum of some of your previous fucks - no one will be the wiser. Plus you have such easy access since you decided not to wear any panties - very slutty Candi. I have to say, I'm a bit surprised, but in a good sense."

I was still coming down from the pleasure that had just been jolted through my body - it was such a foreign feeling to me that I had hardly paid any attention to what Vivian was saying, but I did catch the last piece about me "choosing" not to wear any panties. Before I could tell her that she hadn't laid any out for me, Mitch was entering the room in a black tailored suit. He walked over to me and lifted up my skirt, raising his eyebrows as he saw that I was completely naked underneath. He looked to Vivian and laughed, then pulled a thin red leather collar from his pocket, slipping it around my neck. There was a ring in front to which he connected a thin black leash, then walked towards the door, giving me a tug to follow him. Humiliated, I lunged forward and did my best to keep up, heading out the door and into the elevator. Mitch hit the button for the garage, then into a black stretch limo that was running and waiting on us when we reached the bottom floor.




Trapped and Trained Ch. 17



We rode in the limo for about fifteen minutes, navigating through the traffic of the strip and then, to a mild surprise from me, out of the strip and to the outer parts of the city. We pulled into a building with no significant markings that I could see and pulled up to a main entrance where the limo came to a stop. The driver came around and popped open the door. Vivian stepped out first, followed by Mitch who then pulled on my leash to lead me out. I saw the driver's eyes light up as he saw me scooting out of the limo, trying to keep up with Mitch and forgetting that I was giving the driver a free peep show under my skirt. I stood and pulled down on the latex, trying to cover myself up and then hurriedly walking after Mitch as the leash pulled taut. I heard the driver laugh as he shut the door and went around to his seat, driving off and leaving me here, wherever "here" was.

We walked through the main doors and I found myself in what seemed like a lobby with roughly 20 people inside. I could see from a simple glance around the room that there were both dominants and slaves here - the slaves were quite easy to pinpoint as they were generally wearing scant clothing and looking down at the ground. When we entered Mitch went to check on our reservation while handing my leash to Vivian. She mingled with a few women while we waited for our table, mostly ignoring me while she mostly ignored the slaves of the other women. I could see that one woman had a slave who was completely nude, she was a bit overweight but, all in all, I would consider her cute. She had some welts on her ass that I saw as she turned to face her Mistress that made me cringe.

Mitch motioned for Vivian and I to come to the front with him, then we were led down some stairs and through a large, black steel door. Inside I saw that there was a massive black table that must have been able to seat close to 30 people. There was a red tablecloth covering the long table with about 15 people already seated. I saw a grouping of three chairs on the far end that we were apparently heading for. Two of the chairs were black with what looked like red velvety cushioning. Then there was a seat in the middle of those that was black steel with leather padding, along various rings hanging from the parts I could see. I imagined that was my seat.

What I didn't imagine is what I saw once we came around the corner. Vivian and Mitch took their seats, but I hesitated once I saw what was waiting for me. Instead of a normal bottom of a seat as I had expected to see, the seat split off in a Y, which would spread my legs apart. And rather than my ass getting to rest on a normal, padded seat, I instead was staring at a 7" red latex dildo sticking out of the bottom of the seat. My tailbone would get to rest on a portion of the seat, but there was no way to sit in this thing without that dildo going inside of my pussy. Vivian just smiled and patted the seat, signaling for me to sit down.

"You see, Candi? I told you earlier, the surprise is half of the fun. Now sit the fuck down before you embarrass Mitch and I!"

She gave a stern pull on the leash, pulling me towards my seat. I eased down onto it, noticing that everyone at the table was watching me, knowing that I was about to have to slide that latex cock inside of me in order to be seated properly. Finally I felt the tip of the dildo at the entrance to my pussy and continued to slide down - the lube from Vivian dildo fucking me earlier making the dildo slide into me much easier. With a few inches left I felt the cock push against the sensors on the device wrapped around my dick, making me jump up. Mitch, growing impatient, grabbed the leash from Vivian and harshly pulled down, forcing me down onto the dildo and shoving it into the sensor. Mitch and Vivian both took some straps that were on the chair and locked them over my legs, trapping me on the chair with the dildo causing waves of pleasure to course through me as I wiggled against the rubbery cock, squealing and moaning uncontrollably, my eyes closed and my back arched, unable to compose myself. I found myself involuntarily bucking against the cock as I felt a massive orgasm approaching, all of these months of pent up cum storming its way out. Just as I felt like I couldn't take it any longer, I felt a strong surge of electricity pulse through my dick, sapping all of the blood from it and immediately causing it to go limp, causing all of that cum to rush back into my balls and causing a loud, painful groan to come from my lips. Vivian just smiled and continued on with the conversation she had picked up with a lady sitting next to her while Mitch messed around on his phone, my torture going essentially unnoticed. Slowly but surely the sensor picked up again, putting me to the edge before pulling me back down yet again. This was the most frustrating feeling I had ever experienced, plus my cock was beginning to get awfully sore from the tortuous teasing, yet I couldn't stop myself from bucking against the dildo as the sensor worked its magic. It felt like the tightest, wettest, most amazing pussy imaginable was working itself up and down on my cock, only to jump up and zap me right as I'm about to explode into it.

While all of this was going on with me, a full course meal was going on for everyone else. When I would have a minute between the time I was zapped out of an orgasm and when the sensor would pick up again, I would try to eat something here and there. I had a few pieces of bread, a few bites of a delicious salad and then some steak that felt like it was melting in my mouth. I figured I would need something in my stomach other than what I was afraid of what I would soon be ingesting a lot of. After about an hour or so of dinner, the guests slowly started standing and heading towards a door in the back of the room. Vivian and Mitch looked at one another and decided they had had enough to eat, then stood to leave as well. Mitch pulled up on my leash, lifting me up off of the fake cock and pulling me towards whatever back room there was where everyone was heading. I heard him talking to Vivian and mentioning something about a competition, but my head was spinning from what I had been through and I couldn't catch much of what they had said.

Once we were inside the room, I saw there was a large stage at the head of the room with a plethora of video cameras trained on it. As we walked in, Mitch asked someone where to take his slave to present for inspection, and then led me to the area where the man pointed. Mitch took me behind the stage and handed my leash to a large beast of a man, the lights from behind the stage shining off of his shiny bald head and his muscles threatening the stitching of his black fishnet shirt. The man jerked unforgivably on my leash and led me to a black steel table with red leather padding on top. The table was low, only coming up to about my thigh, and had a steel crossbar over the top a couple feet from the padding. The man slapped the leather and told me to get up on my hands and knees. I hesitated for a moment, not to the pleasure of this apparently impatient man, as he easily picked me up and dropped me on the table, roughly maneuvering me onto my belly and then up on my hands and knees, as he had originally requested.

He quickly and efficiently went to work. He pulled out leather cuffs that were attached under the table from all four corners, securing my arms and legs into place. He then took a strand of rope and ran it under my waist, pulling it through a ring on the crossbar and continued pulling until my waist was at the level he wanted it to be at. He gave it a quick tie, leaving me uncomfortably arching my back upwards. To my surprise, he next went to my hair and tied it back into a ponytail. I didn't understand the purpose of this, but I was sure it had one that I would learn in just a few moments. He went to a table and pulled out something that looked like a large black hook, but where the point would typically be there was instead a ball of steel, a little bit larger than a golf ball. He approached me with the tool, my eyes widened in curiosity as to its purpose.

"This part will go much easier if you just relax dat ass of yours, understood?"

I bucked against my restraints after learning that he intended to shove that hook inside my ass, but there was obviously no escape. I felt his large fingers spreading some lube on my hole, commenting on how it was nice of me to forgo wearing any panties to make this easier for him. Just as I was about to tell him that it wasn't my choice, my breath was taken away as the ball of the hook pressed roughly and persistently against my anal opening. It didn't feel like it would ever slide in, but then suddenly I felt it pop inside of me, then push deeper in as he pushed the hook further into my ass until I finally felt the curve of the steel against the top of my ass. He pulled and pushed on it a few times to ensure that it was secured inside of me, then went back and grabbed another piece of rope. I finally understood the purpose of my ponytail as he tied one end of the rope around the knot of my ponytail, then the other end he ran through the opening on the exposed end of the hook. He pulled the rope through until my head was forced to point straight forward, then tied a tight knot to hold me in place. As he walked away I attempted to lower my head, feeling my hair tug and then tug upward on the hook in my ass, sending a dose of pain through me that I had no desire to experience ever again as I groaned and begged for the man to remove the hook, that it was too painful. He just smirked as he walked back over to me, standing directly in front of me, my face pointed directly at the tent forming underneath his tight leather pants.

He pulled on my hair, again forcing the hook deeper inside of me and causing me to open my mouth to scream. Quickly I felt him shove a steel O-ring inside of my mouth, under my teeth, locking my mouth open. He took a leather strap that was connected on both sides of the ring and ran it behind my head, locking it behind me. After this was done he walked a small circle around the table, inspecting his work. All of a sudden I felt the rope under my waist go limp, dropping my back from its high position, which was a nice feeling until I felt the rope from my hair to the hook become tighter, pulling my hair back and pushing the hook in further. I squealed into my gag at this new placement, trying to beg for the man to put the rope back in place and alleviate some of this pain, but he just walked to another table where another woman sat, going through the same motions and putting her in a similar predicament that I was in.

After about fifteen minutes of hell on this table, the man returned and began to wheel my table over behind the stage curtain. I was placed in the middle of two other women, the three of us all trapped on our tables, helpless to move or talk. I heard a commotion coming from the other end of the curtain, and as it raised I saw an audience of what must have been 75 people seated in a small auditorium type of room. Ooos and Ahhs filled the room once the curtain was raised and the spotlights were shining on the three of us. I heard a deep voice boom from a loudspeaker throughout the room, staying that the "inspection may now begin - 20 seconds will be allowed per slave".

Once that announcement was made, I watched as ushers dismissed the audience row by row. As a row was dismissed, the people would file over towards the stairs leading up to the stage. I watched the first woman ascend the stairs and come onto the stage, her heels clicking across the wooden floor as she approached the trapped female to my right. She walked around behind the table and must have been playing with the slave's pussy as I heard a pleasureful moan escape her gagged mouth, followed by a spanking sound and then squeals of pain. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the woman reaching underneath the slave, pulling her dress down to expose her breasts and then pulling down hard on her nipples. A bell rang and the woman focused her attention onto me while another person came across the stage to take her place.

The woman went through the same ordeal with me, shoving her finger inside of my fake pussy. I figured she would be disappointed when she didn't get the reaction she was looking for, but just as he fingers entered my pussy, I felt the device around the shaft of my dick come to life at a high intensity. I squirmed and bucked against the bonds, making it look like I wanted her finger deeper inside of me. I heard the woman giggle behind me and remove her finger. The device continued for a second, then stopped. I wondered how that was possible as I scanned the crowd, finally seeing Vivian waving to me with a wide smile on her face, the black remote in her hand. She was manipulating the minds of these people as they played with my fake mound, making them believe that they were driving me wild just with their fingers, making them wonder how I would act with a real throbbing cock buried inside of me.

The inspection continued for what must have been over an hour. Each person would get 20 seconds on each of us, then a bell would ring and they would move on to the next while someone would take their place. Vivian must have been paying extremely close attention as she would always trigger my device just as someone would make contact with my pussy, which seemed to be damn near everyone. Another favorite move it seemed would be to pull up on the rope connecting my hair to the hook in my ass, watching how I would react to the sharp pain. Some people would just want to shove their fingers in my mouth, seeing how many they could fit, most likely gauging if a certain cock or dildo would easily fit inside. And then there were the people that just wanted to tweak my nipples after painfully sliding my latex top down or spank me roughly on the ass for their entire 20 seconds, sending me squirming hopelessly against my cuffs, much to their enjoyment.

Finally the last person finished up with the slave to my left. My nipples and ass were stinging in pain, my asshole sore and feeling stretched, my trapped cock sore from all of the teasing and torture it had been dealing with. My entire body ached from being stuck in this position for what was coming up on two hours altogether. And just like that, the three of us were wheeled back off of the stage and the curtain was pulled down. In the distance I could hear a man speaking through a microphone.

"Now that the inspection process has completed, allow me to give a refresher on tonight's rules. When you made your reservations to join us tonight, you all purchased a variety of beads, each bead allowing you a specific sexual act with a slave of your choosing. When the slaves are released to their respective rooms, the competition will commence. Upon entering a slave's room, you will place whatever color bead or beads you wish to use in the bowl just inside the door. The red beads signify the mouth, green are for pussy, and black are for anal. You will then have access to whatever holes you have chosen to use for that particular slave. Upon completion you will leave the room and either head on to your next slave or, if completed, you will head back down to the lobby and await the results of the competition. As stated, there will be a monetary prize awarded to the owners of the winning slave. One or more of the slaves may be chosen to receive a contract offer, which will be voided at the conclusion of the party if not accepted."

Competition? What the fuck were they talking about? And what contract? There was no fucking way I was signing any contract, and I don't care how many beads or whatever these people purchased, they wouldn't have any kind of free access to my holes. Once I was off of this table I was getting the fuck out of this place, I didn't even care about the pills anymore, I'd deal with that once I was gone.

The big bald bull had other plans though, as he uncuffed my hands and legs but left the hook in place. He picked me up and placed me on my hands and knees on the ground. He took my leash and, instead of hooking it to my collar, I watched him hook it to the rope tied around my hair. He then began to walk, the leash pulling tight and making the hook dig into my ass, spurring me on to crawl after him. He told me to walk like a good little bitch as he led me through the lobby in front of the dozens and dozens of people that had filed out of the auditorium, much to their pleasure to see me like that. Through a door in the lobby he took me down a hallway with doors on the right and left, finally entering one at the end of the hall and leading me inside. Inside I saw that it was a lavish bedroom with a massive heart shaped bed, a bathroom with a jacuzzi, a huge window with a view of the strip in the distance... and of course, cameras posted at every corner of the bedroom and bathroom. He made me crawl up onto the bed, giving me another unnecessary tug on my leash just so he could hear me yelp in response.

Once I was on all fours on top of the bed, he took what looked like a shock collar out of his pocket, replacing my thin red collar with it, the shock sockets right over my throat. He pressed a small button on the side of the collar, followed by a faint beep coming from it.

"This collar is bound to this room and this room only. If you exit this room at any time, for any reason, you will receive a debilitating shock that will last until you return to the confines of this room. I don't care if this building catches on fire, you better not try leaving this room until that collar is properly removed with this key."

He shoved the key in his pocket, then untied my hair from the rope connected to the hook. He then gripped the curve of the hook and slowly started to wiggle it out of my ass. Once all but the ball was out, he slowly worked it from side to side to safely remove that portion of the hook from me while I squirmed underneath him, wanting it out and for the pain to just go away. With an audible pop, the hook was out of me, my ass still feeling like it was gaped wide open, as the man tossed the hook to the corner of the room and walked out, the door electronically locking as he exited. I moved my hands to the back of my gag to try and take it off only to feel a small padlock holding it in place. I looked around the room, seeing all of the red lights of the cameras staring at me, wondering what was to happen next.

I didn't have to wait long. Just a few minutes after he had left, I heard the door unlock and a heavyset black man sauntered in. He smiled as he saw me sitting on the bed facing the door. He held up two beads - a red one and a green one - meaning that he had purchased the right to my mouth and my pussy, apparently. I decided he was going to have to earn it as I ran to the bathroom and slammed the door, searching for the lock, only to see that this door was also controlled by electronic locks. I had no way of stopping him from entering as he pushed his weight against the door. In my heels I had no leverage and slid backwards across the tiles, giving way to him coming inside.

"Good, bitch - I like it rough!" he said, grabbing my hair and pulling me back into the bedroom. He shoved me onto the bed on my back with my head dangling off of the side as he pulled his suit pants down, exposing his chubby cock which must have been about 7". I tried to roll over, but he was too strong as he held me in place. I tried thrashing my head around, but there was no hope as he eventually guided his cock through my gag and into my mouth. He kept his weight holding me in place and began to fuck my mouth, periodically slapping my tits as I felt them jiggle uncontrollably in response. He must have been incredibly horny because it didn't take long before he was flooding my mouth with gobs of his cum, holding his dick in my mouth until he was satisfied that I had swallowed it all down. He reached over to his pants pocket and pulled out a small key, finally releasing the lock on my gag and removing it from my sore mouth.




Trapped and Trained Ch. 17



Next he crawled up onto the bed and pulled me over to him again by my hair, placing my head in his lap and telling me to play with his dick until he was hard enough to fuck me. I began massaging his balls and tickling the head of his cock with my tongue piercing before going all the way down and back up the outside of his shaft while he let out a satisfied moan. It took a good five or ten minutes, but eventually I felt his cock stiffening in my hands. Once he was hard, he threw me down on my back on the bed, staring up at the mirror on the ceiling. He unzipped my skirt and flung it to the floor followed by my top, which hadn't been covering my breasts for a while now anyways, lining the head of his cock up with my pussy as he picked my legs up and put them on his shoulders. He eased that chubby 7" dick into my pussy bit by bit until finally I felt him push against the sensors in my device, springing it to life all over again. I closed my eyes as the waves of pleasure washed over me while he began to get a steady rhythm of pushing in and pulling out. For the next few minutes he continued to fuck me until I felt a raging orgasm coming through my body. I needed the device to pick up some steam... I needed to be fucked harder, faster, deeper.

"Come on baby, is that all you got?" I struggled to get out through my uncontrollable moans. The man looked almost insulted for a tick, then strengthened his grip on my thighs and began forcefully ramming his cock into me, sending the device into overdrive and almost making me pass out from the sensations it was causing. Finally I couldn't control my body anymore, slamming my pelvis into him as he drove forward, screaming out that I was about to cum and for him to fuck me harder. I felt the warning zap from the device but felt myself power right through it until I felt a violent orgasm erupt from inside my pussy, my cock twitching out of control in an orgasm so fierce that it was painful, causing me to scream out in a combination of relief and pain. At the same time the man fucking me was reaching his climax, holding his dick inside of me while he shot his second load.

He pulled out of me and then pulled me to a standing position, holding his hands underneath my pussy while the combination of our cum came pouring out of me like a faucet. He seemed impressed as he thought it was only his cum, obviously not thinking he had deposited that much within me but not stopping to think about it for long. He shoved me back down onto the bed and straddled my chest, holding his hands over my mouth as I clamped it shut.

"Open that fuckin mouth, slut, or I'll shove that fuckin hook right back into your ass like you had it on the stage earlier."

Remembering that the hook was still left in the corner of the room I opened my mouth to protest, which was all the opening the man needed as he opened his hands and let the reservoir of cum poor into my open mouth. He then held them up for me and watched as I obediently licked them clean, knowing that I was defeated. Once he was finished with me he stood up and began to walk out, but not before picking my skirt and top up off of the floor and walking out the door with them in his pocket as a souvenir, leaving me with just my latex leggings and gloves on, with of course my heels.

Exhausted from the first orgasm I'd had in months, I laid back on the bed. Just as my head hit the bedding I heard the door pop open. I lifted up enough to see a man and a woman walking in. I was confused as I saw them drop two green beads as well as a black one into the bowl. They were an older couple, perhaps in their early fifties, him dressed in a suit while she wore a lavish black evening gown with a slit up to the thigh, showing off the tips of her black stockings. He wasted no time in climbing onto the bed and stripping all the way down, his chest hair and pubes showing signs of gray as he motioned for me to climb onto his already rock hard 5" cock. I sighed deeply and crawled over to him, straddling his cock and then lowering my pussy onto it. The device would barely register unless I was fully impaled, which was fine with me as my dick was getting incredibly sore from its surprise workout. He placed his hands on my breasts, pushing me up off of his dick and then letting me slide back down. Suddenly he pulled my chest downward and I felt the head of a strap on cock pushing against my ass, slowly sliding in as I couldn't stop it. In and in it went - it must have been at least 8" as the woman continued until I felt the warmth of her naked thighs grazing my ass cheeks. As she slid her dildo out of me, he pulled his cock out simultaneously until they were both just on the edge of being removed, then they both slammed them home, filling me up full of fake and real dick and causing a surprised groan to escape my mouth.

The woman continued to ravage me from behind while the man had slowed his pace considerably, mostly just enjoying the show from what I could gather of his wife fucking what he thought to be an exquisite blonde bombshell, my tits bouncing back and forth as she slammed in and out of me with his cock fully impaled inside me. Finally she slowed and then I thankfully felt the fake cock exit my anus, but I was a bit surprised to see that the man hadn't started fucking my pussy yet. He was still staring at his wife, and eventually I understood why as I again felt her strap on cock behind me. Instead of going for my ass this time, though, she was pushing it against her husband's cock, trying to push inside of my pussy to join him. Thankfully I had a fake pussy so there wasn't too much pain until they were both inside of me, then the pressure pushing against my cock was almost unbearable as I cried out and begged for her to pull out. She kept pushing until she was fully inside of me, her fake dick pressed right up against the sensors on the device as it started going wild all over again. She stayed deep inside of me while he began thrusting in and out of me, obviously enjoying the feeling of my now incredibly tight and full pussy combined with her latex cock rubbing against his dick as it went in and out. His hands clamped down on my breasts while his wife held me in position from behind, her hands on my waist, pushing me down hard onto his cock with hers thrust fully into me until he finally gave the sign that he was filling me up with his cum. My dick throbbed as it tried to cum, but was rejected by the zap of electricity.

Spent, the man pushed me off of his dick and the woman laid me down on my back. Suddenly I had a fake cock shoved into my face, taking it into my mouth only to have the man shove his now softening cock into my mouth as well. I slid my tongue all around them, trying to clean up all of the cum off of both of them while the woman reached down and took the cum leaking out of my pussy, spreading it all over her dildo before shoving it back into my mouth to start the process all over again. The two of them locked lips for a passionate kiss while the slut underneath them cleaned off their cocks. I was just a tool for their use, otherwise ignored in their passion until they both lifted off of me, dressed and walked out of the room.

The next three hours were pure hell for me. Man after man, woman after woman would come in and use me, dropping their various beads into the bowl as they entered and then leaving me like a used up whore after they were done, hardly ever saying a word to me. Sometimes it would be two men, double penetrating my pussy or my ass, feeling like I was being split in half but always managing to take what they would give me until the cum would come gushing from their dicks. Women enjoyed riding my face while their man would use my holes, typically they were spun around so they could face him, watching him fuck me with their pussies and sometimes asses directly over my mouth, forcing me to lick them until they were satisfied with my service. I came four more times that night, each one more painful than the previous as my sore cock begged for mercy, begged to be let out of that horrid device and to go back to being ignored as it had previously been, but I still couldn't help myself from begging to be fucked harder and faster on occasion as the pleasure was too good to pass up. Occasionally I would remember that I was being video taped and would try to keep my mouth shut, but the libido would undoubtedly take over, something I was sure would cause me endless humiliation when played back.

At long last, the door stopped opening and my holes stopped taking their pounding. I laid exhausted on the bed, my last "customer" on his way out the door, taking the bowl of beads with him as he walked out. That bowl was overflowing, a shameful sign of just how much I had been used, each bead signifying one of my holes being used to service a man or woman to completion. My entire body ached from the pure depletion of energy I was experiencing. Every move I felt the combination of dried cum, pussy juice and lube caked on my body, in my hair, in my teeth, oozing out of my pussy and ass. All I wanted to do was sleep, but then the door popped open one last time and that same bald muscle of a man came in, again without saying a word. He could obviously see I was spent, so instead of forcing me to walk he just easily flung me up over his shoulder, smacking me once on the ass and chuckling at the lack of a response. I was simply too tired to resist any longer tonight.

He carried me with ease back to the stage. I saw the other two females, my "competition", sitting in the chairs from the dining hall with one vacant in the middle, the long, red dildo awaiting my pussy to lower down onto it. The man flung me down off of his shoulder and positioned me over the dildo, then let go - I was so tired that I plopped down with all my weight, forgetting what was waiting for me and then shrieking as the dildo penetrated me in one motion to the base, the device on my cock relentlessly starting up all over again. They didn't even both with any restraints, seeing that all three of us were too spent to offer any type of resistance... the other two females also seemed have some kind of a satisfied grin across their faces while mine showed nothing but anguish mixed with a fear of what was to come.

Mitch and Vivian made their way onto the stage with a few other people, then took their place behind me while those that I presumed to be the dominants of the other females took their places behind their slaves. The loudspeaker came to life.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if you'll be seated then we will begin the closing ceremony. Thank you. Between the 80 participants from tonight there were 155 beads purchased. There were 70 red beads, 50 green and 35 black. The red beads will be considered one point, green two points and black three points. We will now have the slaves' owners tally their beads and report their totals, then crown our champion for the evening."

All three owners came to the front and began counting their beads, color by color. After the red beads, the woman to my right was ahead with 27, I had 22 and the female to my left had 21. I was happy to be losing, but wished it had been by more as it felt like a lot of people used my ass and pussy. Next came the green, where the woman to my right had only earned 13 beads to my 17, but thankfully the girl to my left took in 20. So that put the current point total at the woman to my right with 53, me with 56, and the woman to my left with 61. I still felt comfortable with that kind of a gap. Lastly the black beads came out of the bowls. The woman to my right had 10, for a final score of 83. The woman to my left had 11, for a total of 94, and I had 13, for a total of 92. Relieved, I sunk back in the chair, only to hear Vivian coming storming from behind it towards Mitch.

"Wait, wait, wait - that's only 34 black beads. Mitch, you dropped this one here at your feet while you poured them out to count them. I believe that puts our Candi at 95 points, one more than Amanda over there, correct?"

She was right... She knelt down and picked up the last remaining black bead, throwing it back into my bowl and, in doing so, declaring myself the "winner" of the competition. I small silver tiara was placed upon my cum covered hair while the loudspeaker came on to dismiss everyone back to the lobby. Mitch and Vivian made their way behind the stage where I saw a healthy sum of cash placed into a briefcase, then handed to Mitch. I suppose that's one way to come out ahead in Vegas. Next I saw some man speaking with Mitch and Vivian, continually pointing towards me and then handing them a packet of papers and a pen. I watched as Vivian pulled out her cell phone and made a call, speaking to someone for upwards of ten minutes while Mitch read through the papers.

With a smile across her face, I saw Vivian hang up the phone and nod approvingly towards Mitch and this mystery man. With that, Mitch signed on a few different places on the papers, handed them to the man, shook his hand and then sent the man on his way. Vivian sauntered over towards me with a devious look on her face.

"Candi! Congratulations, you're the top queen of the night! And, I have wonderful news!"

I could only imagine the news had to be awful for Vivian to consider it wonderful, but was too tired to offer up any kind of smartass response.

"I have just gotten off of the phone with Miss Vicki. That wonderful man we were just speaking with owns a brothel here in Vegas and just offered you a one year contract to come and work there! Isn't that so exciting?!"

My head was spinning - what was she telling me? A brothel? Wasn't that just a fancy name for a whore house? How could they sign a contract on my behalf? There's no way that was legal or that I would be bound to that contract. But then I thought back to everything that had happened to me over the past seven months or so and figured that legalities were a small issue for these people, easily worked around apparently. Vivian was beside herself in excitement.

"Yes, it's called the Shady Ranch, located just outside of town. That was Mr. Big... I'd guess you'll find out why they call him that soon enough! But anyways, he wants us to go back to our hotel and rest up, then we're going to head out to the ranch tomorrow night to give you a little tour and a tryout. If all goes well then you can start working there immediately while Miss Vicki has the rest of your things shipped out to you, plus she will undoubtedly want to pay you a visit! All of your revenues will be deposited directly into her account as she has legally been named as your principal guardian, and she OK'd Mitch signing the contract on her, and your, behalf, so everything should be all set! Now let's get you into the limo and back to the hotel - you're going to need to get some rest from the sound of it!"

Vivian lifted me up off of the dildo on the chair and took one arm while Mitch took the other, carefully leading me off of the stage and to the front door where our limo was running and waiting. I climbed in, crashing into the leather seats and almost immediately wanting to just fall asleep. Mitch and Vivian followed me in with Vivian taking her customary seat next to me and Mitch seated at the back. Vivian clutched her purse and turned to me.

"Oh, sweetie - I almost forgot! If you're going to be crashing once we get to the hotel, then you'll need to take your pill before then. Lucky for you, watching all of that got Mitch incredibly horny, so following our previously set routine, you'll need to crawl on over to him to get something in your mouth to wash this little pink pill down with."

I looked at her in disbelief, but saw nothing but seriousness in her eyes. Mitch had already pulled his cock out of his pants and put his hands behind his head, waiting on me. Defeated, I slumped out of the seat and onto the carpeted floor of the limo, slowly crawling over to Mitch's semi-erect cock. I went through the typical motions of playing with the head and shaft, sucking in his balls and stroking up and down on it until I felt he was ready for my mouth. It only took a few minutes before he delivered another one of his increasingly massive loads, my mouth once again full of cum. I turned to Vivian with my mouth still open as she tossed the pill in, closing my mouth with her hand and wiping up some of the cum that had spilled out, sucking it off of her finger. I slowly crawled back to my seat, fastened my seat belt, tilted my head back and swallowed the contents in my mouth.

Then there was nothing but blackness before waking the next evening...



Trapped and Trained Ch. 18



I don't remember much to how I got here from the previous night, mostly just flashes. I remember the limo pulling into the parking garage and seeing the redness behind my eyelids as we passed under the various lights before it crept to a stop in front of the elevator. Mitch climbed out, then Vivian stirred me awake and led me out, still wearing just my red latex leggings, gloves and black heels, dried cum sticking to my legs and pulling at my skin as I walked. Mitch quickly slung me over his shoulder and strode to the elevator, his hand resting on my ass as he walked - I guess to balance me, but I remember periodic squeezes causing defeated squeals coming from my mouth, then hearing a subtle chuckle from him.

I remember feeling the cool blast of the air conditioned suite on my mostly nude body and my sore and swollen nipples immediately responding to the change in temperature, goosebumps on my legs also answering their call. Mitch and Vivian wasted no time as they took me straight to my bedroom, Mitch dropping me onto my back on the bed. They worked together as they peeled off my elbow length gloves, leggings and heels. Vivian pulled down the covers to my bed and maneuvered me up to the pillow, then there was darkness. As soon as I heard the door to the room shut, I remember falling into as deep of a sleep as I've ever experienced.

The only time I remember awaking was what must have been seven or eight hours later. It was Vivian slipping into the room and stroking my hair to wake me. I barely opened my eyes enough to see she was holding one of my pink pills along with some of my other hormonal pills with a glass of what I presumed to be water. She picked my head up, telling me it was time for my "medicine" as she called it. I downed a few of the hormonal pills with a gulp of the water, then felt the tiny pink pill placed into my mouth. Vivian told me to wait with it in my mouth as she reached down to the floor for the glass, then brought it to my lips. I tilted my head back, awaiting the cool feeling of the water once again only to find that she had switched the glasses. Instead of the water I felt a rush of Mitch's cum slide down the glass and into my mouth. My eyes immediately shot open as I felt glob after glob slide in, Vivian holding my head and the glass in place, not allowing it to stop. She smiled as she looked down at me.

"Oh sweetie - you remember that this is the routine we established for this special little pill. Mitch has been a fucking machine all day today, so I've been keeping this collection going for you while you slept. I knew you wouldn't want to miss out. Some I let him shoot directly into the glass while the rest was collected as it dripped out of my gaping pussy, so you'll taste a little bit of me mixed in there as well. I'm sure you don't mind."

It took a few gulps to swallow everything down, but I eventually managed and felt the pink pill sliding down my throat. Then it was back to sleep - I was too tired to even offer up any resistance to anything. Vivian slid under the covers and pushed me onto my side, spooning with me from behind. I felt her hands wandering around my body, caressing my breasts and wandering over my fake pussy and tender butt, lifting up my hair and kissing the back of my neck. I remember that feeling nice as I drifted off to sleep.

I woke on my own a few hours later, alone in the bed. I walked out into the living room of the suite and called out for Vivian and Mitch, but received no answer. I walked into their bedroom, but nobody was there - I was alone. I looked to the safe and saw that it was cracked open - my heart skipped a beat for a fleeting moment as I rushed to it, pushing it open, only to see that the contents had been removed. My hopes for finding that elusive green pill and ridding myself of these people dashed to nothing once again. Walking defeatedly out of their bedroom I passed their dresser mirror, catching myself pausing in front of it, actually admiring the view of the woman staring back at me. I couldn't believe how much I had changed over this experience... as much as I hated it all, I had to admit (never aloud, but just in my mind) that I was fucking hot. The diet I had been placed on was shedding the excess weight that I'd never had the discipline to lose before, putting my now tight abs on display underneath that golden tan. My ass was round, but firm as I lifted up one of my cheeks and let it go, watching it shake and then return to its position. My breasts were perky and deceptively real looking - I had seen botched boob jobs before on the Internet, but these could qualify as a work of art. They were exquisite, my nipples standing at attention, my blond hair reaching down to just tickle the tops of my chest. The bone structure in my face was so much more defined, my high cheeks bones really standing out amongst my now hairless face and perfectly shaped eyebrows, my luscious lips looking so inviting and devastatingly sexy.

I snapped myself out of this trance after a short while, walking back to my bedroom, wondering if I should crawl back to sleep. As I walked in, however, I saw a small note sitting on my dresser. It was from Vivian.

"Candi - Mitch and I are out running a few errands before your first night at the Shady Ranch with Mr. Big. Get cleaned up and dressed, I laid out some clothes for you in the bathroom. No need to do too much makeup as they'll be wanting you to do some modeling at the Ranch tonight when we arrive from what I hear, so you can just wait until then to get all dolled up. Be sure you're ready and waiting downstairs by the valet area at 7pm sharp!"

I looked at the clock and saw that it was currently 6:15pm. Shit. I hurriedly hopped into the shower and cleaned myself off, feeling the dried cum flicking off as I ran my pink lufa between my legs over and over again until I felt it was all removed. Once I was cleaned up I hopped out and put my hair up in my pink towel, then went through the process of lotioning up my body with my melon scented lotion. I'd been in such a hurry that I hadn't even paused long enough to look at the outfit that Vivian had selected for me. I was supposed to wait downstairs, in a crowded casino, in that?!

The top was a small white tube top, which would be bad enough, but this particular one had cut outs along the front. There were three diamond shaped pieces missing with silver buckle embellishments holding the two sides together, one of which would reside directly between my breasts as the cups of the tube top were designed to only hold about half of my breast, showing off ample cleavage and leaving nothing to the imagination aside from just how big my nipples were. The bottom ended just below my belly button, leaving a few inches of skin before the black ruffle mini skirt that was also laying out started. It shined against the bedroom light and felt like a nylon material as I picked it up with a tight elastic waistband that would surely hug my hips seductively. Then there were some simple, strappy black 4" stiletto heels to complete the outfit. Once again I looked around but could not find any panties to go along and all of my drawers in the bedroom were empty, along with my suitcases which had apparently disappeared with Vivian and Mitch. That left me no choice but to go commando underneath the daringly short skirt.

I put my hair up in a quick ponytail and then got myself dressed, being thankful that I didn't have to do my hair or put on any of that dreadful makeup. 6:55 - it was time to head to the elevator as I once again tried to rearrange the way my breasts were sitting in the tube top. It felt like my entire boob was hanging out for everyone to see, but a quick check in the mirror showed that my nipples were in fact concealed. When I bent over to quickly fix the strap on my left heel I saw the bottom half of my tanned ass peaking out of the bottom of the skirt. I made a mental note not to bend over even in the slightest to avoid giving everyone in my general vicinity a peep show.

I made my way to the elevator and pushed the button for the lobby. It would be a 52 floor descent and I quietly celebrated as each floor ticked by without the elevator coming to a halt. Finally it was to the 22nd floor when it came to a stop and the doors slid open. I quickly moved to a back corner of the small space and watched as four college aged boys walked in to join me. As the doors closed I heard them whispering and nudging one another, obviously referring to the scantily clad blond that was joining them. They were all too shy to say anything to me, something I was eternally grateful for. As the elevator reached the lobby, they moved aside to let me approach the door first, which I thought was a gentlemanly thing to do. Then, just as the doors began to open, I heard the distinct sound of a camera click. I shot my head to look back at them to see one of the boys pulling his camera back from where he had been holding it, just between my legs and pointing up under my skirt. I shot them a disgusted look and began walking out into the lobby, hearing the boy get a five from his friends as they all crowded around the phone. The last thing I heard was them saying something about how the "bitch wasn't wearing any panties" as I walked off. My face turned flush red as I stormed to the front door, increasingly aware of the looks I was receiving from the men and women in the lobby.

I made it out the front door, noting that the doorman had taken his sweet time opening up the door after eying me up and down, likely wondering what a woman was doing in a hotel dressed as I was. He surely thought I was a prostitute. I contemplated addressing him and trying to convince him otherwise, but then decided it would be pointless as my story was about as unbelievable as they came. Nobody would ever believe that, just months ago, I was an ordinary looking man, probably very similar to those men I had just been disgusted with on the elevator. I could hardly believe it myself as I felt the warm Vegas air on my legs and chest while I walked down the casino stairs and to the curb by the valet.

I didn't particularly know what it was that I was waiting for - a limo I presumed, as that was what we had been traveling in so far, but then I wondered why I was made to come out to the front of the casino rather than just head to the garage as we had previously done. I waited for a few minutes when a man on a crotch rocket eased to a stop in front of me. He pushed down his kickstand and waived off the valet, saying he was just here for a pick up. He walked to me and startled me as he flipped up his visor to his helmet and began to speak to me.

"You must be Candi - hop on. I'm your ride to the ranch."

That was all he said as he walked back and patted the back of his bike, telling me where to sit. My mouth opened a bit in surprise as he slapped the seat once more, spurring me into action as I stumbled forward and climbed onto the bike. I saw a cab driver's eyes widen as I had to swing my leg up to get onto the bike, giving the cabby a wondrous view of my shaven and, unbeknownst to him, purely fake pussy. The bike began to move forward and I instinctively wrapped my arms around the man's torso, feeling his muscles underneath his black t-shirt. He leaned forward on the bike, forcing me to follow suit, feeling my skirt riding up even further as I began to feel the wind blowing it up, giving all the drivers around us a perfect showing of my ass, complete with my thong tan lines. We'd only gone about a mile from the casino and already I'd heard plenty of other drivers honking and whistling out their windows as we weaved through the traffic. 

Just as we were pulling out of the strip, he pulled the bike over and signaled for me to jump off. He went to a small compartment on the back of the bike and pulled out a small bag. From the bag I was shocked to see him pull out what looked like two dildos. As he pulled it all the way out I saw it was a double penetration dildo, where there were basically two cocks attached to a single base, with a suction cup on the bottom. The bigger cock was about 7 inches long and maybe two inches thick while the anal cock was about 5 inches long and roughly the same thickness. He squirted a bit of lube on it, rubbing it in, then told me to lick the suction cup. I was in awe for a moment but then he thrust it into my face, making me lick all around the bottom of the suction cup. Once he was satisfied he turned back towards the bike and slammed the dildo down onto the leather seat. He tugged up on it forcefully a few times, but it did not give up its position on the seat, satisfying him. He then turned to me and once again told me to hop on.

I sighed and defeatedly walked again towards the bike. I slid my leg over and straddled the seat, just in front of the dual cocks. I gained my balance on the pipes running along side the bike and lifted myself up, positioning myself over the dildos and then slowly letting myself slide down, positioning them in front of my pussy and ass. Then I slowly pushed down, feeling them each pop inside of me as I continued downward until I felt the warmth of the leather seats underneath me. The man walked a small circle around the bike, lifting up my skirt to make sure that both of the dildos were in their intended holes. He gave a thumbs up and then hopped back onto the bike, pushing us back out onto the road and leaving the strip behind us.

I felt every single bump we hit and every turn we made, my body weight shifting and bouncing, forcing the cocks inside of me to readjust each time and send waves through my body. At one point he slowly took the bike off of the main road and onto the shoulder where the rumble strips were, basically turning the double dildo into a vibrator inside of me. Part of me wondered if it would be worth it to just make a jump for it and dive into the desert, but then he relented and pulled back onto the road. I was sure he was smiling underneath that helmet as he knew exactly what he was doing to me. What an asshole.

After about a twenty minute ride out of Vegas, riding through nothing but sand and cactus, a large campus-type facility approached on the horizon. There was a small sign at the entrance to the long driveway that just read "Shady Ranch" as we pulled in, then flashed some type of key card towards a sensor in front of a large black gate. As the gate slid open, he slowly took the bike up under an overhang in a circle drive, then came to a stop. He killed the bike and hopped off, motioning for me to do the same. My body ached as I slowly lifted myself off of the dildos - my holes had already been sore and used before this little adventure, now they were throbbing and screaming at me.

I watched the mystery biker remove his helmet and walk in the front doors of this place that was laid out like a massive compound in the middle of the desert. The main building looked similar to a luxury hotel lobby, and the biker was speaking with someone who I presumed to be a receptionist at the front desk. He kept pointing out to me as he spoke. I noticed that he had longer dirty blond hair - I guess a woman would describe him as ruggedly handsome, but I was not a woman, and I hated him for what he had just put me through. The embarrassing ride on the back of the bike in this ridiculously short skirt was awful enough, but the double dildo was out of left field and I felt violated. Not that it was a new feeling for me, but I didn't like it all the same, and he was the source this time around.

The woman at the front desk was on the phone, and just as she hung up I saw two bigger men in white shirts and white pants purposefully walk out the front doors and towards me. I looked around for a place to run or hide, but we were in a foreign place to me in the middle of the fucking desert, so I didn't have many options but to stand there and wait. They stood on either side of me and grabbed my arms, leading me inside the main building. They didn't speak a word as we walked through the front door and past the biker at the front desk. In front of me were dual staircases that curved up to a floor above us, like you'd see at some fancy hotels. There at the top of the stairs stood Mitch and Vivian, speaking with another man and woman. The woman was wearing a tight black pinstriped business suit, her jet black hair blending in and seemingly disappearing as it collided with her tight jacket. Her skirt went down to a few inches above her knee, tightly wrapped around her hips with her tanned and pantyhose covered legs on display. She was gorgeous and looked to be in her mid to late 30's. The man was wearing a tan jacket with tight wrangler looking jeans along with some tan cowboy boots. He also looked to be around 40 with black hair that was beginning to show signs of gray, matching with his black and grayish goatee framing his mouth.

The group of four looked down at me, the new woman smiling and appeared to be nodding approvingly. She leaned back and spoke something to the other three, prompting them all to head off somewhere as she motioned for me to come upstairs. I began up the curved staircase with my two goons following me a few steps behind, surely getting a free view up my skirt as we walked. Finally I made it to the top and was greeted by this stranger as I saw her taking a closer look at me.

"Hello Candi, my name is Eve. But, to you, that is Madame Eve, and I am the co-owner with Mister Big of this Shady Ranch. You will meet him later after I give you a quick and simple tour of our compound, then we will take you to your quarters where we have some preliminary items to address. Once we are all finished with that, you will be allowed to meet the other girls and mingle for a bit. Understood?"

My head was spinning a bit, but I politely looked towards the ground and told Madame Eve that I understood, then she wheeled around on her black heels and began walking towards a set of double doors, leaving me to catch up. As she pushed the doors open I saw a lavish and expansive bar and ballroom type of a room with dining room booths along the walls and various hallways leading away.

"As you can see, this is the 'meet and greet' area of the ranch. Clients will check in at the front desk and then meet the girls in this area before deciding on what particular girl is right for them. At the front desk they will mark their interests and select an area where they would like to play, ranging from the girl's suite to the various other playrooms we provide here to make any fantasy a reality."

We quickly walked through this room and headed down a hallway straight across, where another hallway ran perpendicular. On the walls were various pictures and paintings of gorgeous women in various states of undress, obviously designed to arouse the men as they walked through to get them thinking with their penis rather than their wallet. At the intersection of the two hallways was a massive window showing the rest of the compound, and I was shocked to see just how massive it was. Madame Eve began pointing and talking at a rapid rate about all of the various buildings and areas.

"Over to the left is the pool, complete with a private grotto, a popular play destination during our exclusive parties. Beyond there is the workout area, where we have an Olympic sized pool for swimming laps, a state of the art weight room complete with any weight or machine you could buy, and some tanning beds and a sauna. Straight ahead of us is a building that contains rooms of various kink settings, ranging from a locker room for cheerleader fantasies, a dungeon for the sadistic minded clients, a hospital room for a little nurse-doctor play, a school room for a naughty student, and various other settings. We like to think that we offer any possibility here at Shady Ranch. To the right is a training area as well as the disciplinarian holding cells - that's where the girls go when they misbehave, and trust me, you do not want to find yourself over there. We also provide our own tattoo and piercing studios which are located on the far end of that building. These hallways you see leading out of the meeting area lead to the various girls' suites, which we provide and furnish all of the bedding, toys and clothing they will ever need. Now let's go see your room, shall we?"




Trapped and Trained Ch. 18



She didn't wait for an answer, she just turned left down the hallway and expected me to follow, along with the goon squad. The walls were painted a deep red with black carpeting and black doors. Finally she stopped at a room with a silver 9 on it. She placed her thumb on what appeared to be a fingerprint scanner next to the door with a small keypad underneath. I watched her press a few buttons, then move aside, telling me to place my thumb on the scanner as she had done. As I did I watched the bar travel up and down the scanner, then the green light on the door activate, followed by a beep and the sound of the door unlocking. Madame Eve pushed the door open and stepped inside as I followed her to see a lavish suite complete with a small kitchen, living room, bedroom and my own personal hot tub. She quickly gave me a tour through the kitchen and other rooms before heading to the bedroom. Inside was a four post bed with hooks that I presumed to be there for bondage purposes and a dresser with a massive mirror atop it. Madame Eve popped the dresser drawers open to show various panties and bras that were contained within them. There was also a makeup table with various drawers that Madame Eve pulled open to show me a huge collection of any kind of makeup a girl would ever need, with a jewelry box on top that held various items for my tongue, belly button, nipples and ears. She walked to the attached bathroom and showed a shower similar to the one that had been in the master bedroom of the hotel I had been in with Mitch and Vivian - glass walls with shower heads on each of the four. She turned to me as we walked out of the bathroom.

"Now, the next part is a dream come true for any girl."

She opened a door and walked into another room that was nearly the size of the bedroom itself. The room was covered in mirrors. She walked to various places in the room and popped open the doors to show the closets behind them. One whole closet for heels and boots, another for lingerie, another for costumes, another for short dresses and gowns, another for what looked like club wear with short skirts and revealing blouses. Finally she opened up the last closet and I saw that it housed a gigantic peg board complete with various dildos, vibrators, plugs, gags, whips, clamps, cuffs... essentially a bondage aficionado's wildest dream come true. It must have cost a fortune to build a collection like this. Madame Eve caught me looking at everything in awe as two women and a man with an expensive looking camera walked in to join us.

"Here comes the fun part, Candi. When a customer checks in, he is given access to our database. From there he can choose a girl and scan through all of her available outfits. Or they may choose an outfit and see all of our girls dressed in that style and choose from there. Now, we could use some digital editing and give them a representation of what you should look like in those outfits, but we don't want to presume anything at a risk of misrepresentation. So, for the next few hours these men and women will be helping you in and out of various outfits while you model them all for the camera. It is a long process, but fun for you to get to try on all the sexy little things that your clients will be wanting you in. There are video cameras in each of the rooms that we will use in addition for voyeuristic shots, but I want you to behave and work with Will and his assistants for your photography session, otherwise you'll get an early introduction to that disciplinarian building I showed you, understood?"

Again she didn't wait for an answer as she left the room and eventually the suite altogether. Will, the photographer, and his associates wasted no time in getting me ready. The women grabbed my hands and walked me out of the closet and to my makeup table. They worked quickly and efficiently, straightening my hair and rifling through the drawers to grab various makeup brushes and bottles. After about fifteen minutes they were done and, honestly, I was stunning as I looked at myself back in the mirror. They had to have been makeup professionals as the shades they had chosen brought out every definable characteristic of my face and expertly made my eyelashes long, my lips succulent and my eyes deep and seductive.

I was then stood up and brought to the dressing room again. Quickly they stripped my clothes off of me and went to the lingerie closet, bringing back handfuls of hangers with a variety of corsets, garters, stockings, baby dolls, and anything else you could imagine. I noticed that each hanger had a categorized label on it, like an L-2 in the lingerie closet. Then they went to the closet of my shoes and grabbed a handful of boots and heels to go with the looks. They obviously had a routine down on this as they began throwing pairs of items at me, making me put each item on. As I would get an outfit on, Will would take over, having me walk towards him as he fired off picture after picture through his camera. He would then have me bend over and pucker my lips, or sit down and spread my legs, or get on all fours, or bend over and pull my thong to the side as he was behind me, or lie down and loop my heels into my thong string to seductively pull it down as I looked back at the camera. So many different poses for each outfit, yet each outfit seemed to fit to perfection. I assumed that Vivian or Vicki had given them my exact measurements ahead of time. This likely had been in the works for months.

As the lingerie closet was finished we moved on to the costumes. Nurse, schoolgirl, maid, cheerleader, waitress, bride, cowgirl, angel, stewardess, girl scout, sailor, witch... it was like they raided a Halloween store full of kinky costumes. The same routine - put on an outfit and pose, then have it stripped off and replaced with another. They moved on to the dresses and gowns, then to the club wear, after which I thought I was done. But this time they just had me go through all of my thong and bra sets, sometimes just the thong or sometimes with the thong pulled down around my knees or ankles. Some were crotchless or cupless, others were sheer enough that I didn't even understand the purpose of putting them on. Latex, leather, spandex, lace and nylon were tugged onto me and then promptly stipped off at Will's direction.

This whole process must have taken four hours to complete and I was beyond exhausted by the time we were finished. I thought I had worked well with them, heeding Madame's warning of the disciplinarian room and not wanting to visit that place given how tired and sore I already was. I figured this was better than any other alternative and actually didn't really mind it compared to what I could have been put through. As the last item was finished, it was stripped off and hung in the closet, then just like that the five people who were with me gathered their things and walked out of the room. I heard the suite door beep as they exited then flash a red light. I went to it and pulled on the handle, seeing that it was locked.

I walked back to the dressing room and found a pair of black yoga pants along with a black bikini top, figuring this would be about the least feminine clothing I'd be able to find. I walked around the suite, taking in my new surroundings. The kitchen was stocked full of healthy foods and drinks, nothing fried or sweet to be found. I grabbed a piece of fruit and then continued my self tour as I went to the living room, finding the remote to the plasma screen in the room and flicking it on as I collapsed down on the spacious white sectional couch. The TV flipped on to the default channel, which was, to no surprise, a porn flick. I flipped the channel a few times, watching as the screen just changed from one porn movie to the next. I noted that there were 15 channels available and there was porn playing on each and every one. I just wanted to watch some fucking sports and have a sense of normalcy for once, so I disgustedly powered the TV off and walked to the bedroom.

Off of the bedroom I noticed there was a balcony facing in towards the compound. I slid the glass door open and stepped out, shyly taking a look around, ensuring that nobody would spot me. I looked down the wall to my right and saw a few women probably ten balconies down sitting in their patio chairs and apparently having some drinks together, but I was too far away to get a decent look at them. I looked down and saw that my suite was located directly over the pool area, which was lit up under the moon, where I saw even more women having some fun poolside a few walked around and played in the water, scantily clad in some revealing swimsuits. The only men I saw were similar to the goons who had brought me in here, stalking around the grounds similar to how security guards would walk, dressed in their white attire, always attentive to what was going on around them. Behind me I heard a faint beep, then the door to my suite open.

Walking out into the living room I saw Madame Eve and Mr. Big standing at the door, spotting me as I came into view. They looked me up and down and then spoke quietly to one another, followed by Mr. Big exiting the suite, apparently at Madame Eve's request. She flashed me what appeared to be an attempt at a warm smile, but I could sense that she was not sincere with it - it almost felt as if I had already angered her, but I had no idea what I could have done in order to do so. She sat down on the couch and motioned for me to sit next to her, then she spoke.

"Now Candi, I need to go over the details of your stay here at the Shady Ranch. As you can see, we have spent considerable resources in order to house you here and I expect nothing but your graciousness and obedience in return. Your early days here will be rigidly structured and your access to parts of the compound will be very restricted. As you earn trust and show your obedience, privileges will open up to you and you will have essentially free reign to go wherever you may please within these walls. However, if you decide to routinely disobey me or any of my clients, you will see a side to this Ranch that is designed to modify that type of behavior in a very unpleasant fashion.

"In this folder I have with me you will find your itinerary for the next few days. It is mostly designed to allow you to grow accustomed to your surroundings and the environment in which you will be living from here on out. The morning and afternoon are mainly spent as times to better yourself for the clients, either through working out, tanning, taking advantage of the in-house spa, things of that nature. In the early evening, the girls report to their rooms to prep for that night's activities. If it is a normal night, that will mean going to your room and preparing yourself as far as makeup and hair goes to be ready for any client's request, upon which you will dress and report to the meeting area to mingle. Occasionally we have party or themed nights, in which case you will report to your room and prepare based on the guidelines provided, then report to the designated area - be it the pool for a pool party or whatever is requested. You should know that all rooms are on a live feed through the various cameras, so if you are either not in your room at the required time or if you are not performing the task as listed in your itinerary, you will either have someone dispatched to your room to assist or to escort you to the disciplinarian wing for a behavior modification session.

"The next few nights are normal nights centered around our clients. I have a very select client base - meaning that we don't just take any drunks off the street that happen to wander to this facility. I run strict background checks and ensure that they are the types of clients that I want being exposed to my girls. Being that you are new, you will be on special assignment for your first few nights until you are ready for your initiation into being one of the girls. I'll give you more details on that later. But you will have a special outfit that you will wear so that all of the girls and the clients know of your responsibilities, and so clients know that you are off limits for the main purpose of their visit here."

That last piece of information was a huge relief to me, knowing that I would at least have a few nights off and be able to hopefully plan an escape from this place in that time. Madame Eve continued.

"As stated previously, the clients will arrive and then go through the process of either selecting a set of girls to mingle with or selecting a certain style of girl, based on their wants. Upon selecting a girl or girls, they will then report to one of the head girls who are in charge of the activities for the night - a director, for lack of a better word. In meeting with the head girl, they will choose a playroom and describe the type of fantasy they are wanting to act out, at which time the girl(s) will be taken there and given a rundown of their role in the fantasy, while also giving the staff time to bring in any extra toys or machines or whatnot that is requested by the client.

"Given that tonight's activities have already started and, as I understand it, you've had quite a bit of use over the past 24-48 hours, I'm going to be giving you tonight off. I don't like my girls to be overworked. Therefore, we have a strict policy that is followed here. If you are ordered by a client for two consecutive nights, you will be off limits for the third, giving you time to recover. That policy is lifted if you are involved in a 'party', which is a threesome or more as it is assumed you are not enduring as much use. If you are involved in any use for three consecutive nights then you are given the next night off. It's a simple policy that is handled within our database - you simply will be listed as 'unavailable' in the database for that given night.

"So, for tonight you have some fairly easy tasks, then you will start with your self improvement activities first thing in the morning. You will notice that you are not required to wear any type of collar or any other restrictive articles here as my girls come in with a clean slate. If you report to your activities on time and dressed as required, your trust stays in tact. However, if you are disobedient or consistently late to your appointments, then that is when we begin taking steps to ensure that you get back on course and represent Shady Ranch as intended. On that note, I have this green pill that Vivian has left for you, which I believe will remove the chemical imbalance from your system that was originally started by Miss Vicki before your trip here."

She handed me the elusive green pill that I had been trying to get my hands on ever since our plane had touched down here in Vegas. I quickly tossed it in my mouth and swallowed it down with the glass of water on the table, just in case she changed her mind. Immediately I felt a weight lifted off of my shoulders, and I also realized that I was no longer restricted by anything, so if I could just figure a way out of here, I could be free. Madame Eve seemed to see the wheels turning in my head.

"I feel I should give you fair warning, Candi, about this Ranch. As stated, I do not believe in collars or leashes or anything restrictive of that nature until I feel a girl has shown a need for it. However, you can see that this compound is staffed fairly heavily. You can see there is a sophisticated electronic security system, as well as a large wall surrounding the inner workings of the compound, which is the only area you will have access to. However, even if you were to somehow make your way out of all of this and be outside of that wall, you should know that you're easily 20 miles from Las Vegas along a road that is rarely traveled unless someone is coming here. You should also know that we are located just outside of Las Vegas as well as its county, so the LVPD have zero jurisdiction here. We are a part of a much smaller town, where the sheriff and the entire police department receive a constantly updated list of our girls and are routine customers here in what is essentially a partnership. So while I don't believe in confining my girls here until they have earned it, don't take me or my policies as a weakness that you can exploit or I can assure you that you will receive punishment beyond anything you've seen before."

With those words of warning, Madame Eve stood and walked to the door, ready to leave. Just as she reached out, she seemed to remember something and spun around to me, addressing me one more time.

"And, one other thing - I'm fully aware of your 'situation' behind that fake little pussy you're packing beneath those yoga pants. Mr. Big and I are the only ones on this compound that are privy to that information, and it will stay that way until I decide otherwise. Your hormonal pills are to be taken daily until instructed otherwise and can be found in one of the kitchen cabinets. I haven't yet decided if I will let you keep your clitty or if I would like to transform you to one of my real girls - I suppose a lot of that will depend on your behavior here. I will tell you that I've had one other 'girl' like you and she did undergo the gender reassignment procedure with the best doctor money could buy. As an added benefit, I requested that they expose the nerve endings in her new pussy and I can tell you that, as a result, she is my most profitable girl in the compound as she just goes crazy as soon as anything penetrates her, which drives my clients wild. I'll leave you with that - know that this is a possibility at your request, but know that it is also at mine should I deem it necessary."

With that, Madame Eve walked out the door, leaving me with my jaw halfway to the floor. I had never even thought about them removing my dick and 

turning me into a "real" girl, but suddenly it was a very real possibility. I certainly would never make that request myself and decided that I would have to obey in order to give them no reason to make that decision on my behalf. In doing so, I'd also have to figure out a way to get out of this place... I couldn't disobey and be collared or put on anything that would restrict my ability to escape, so I made my decision to play along for the next few days while I was on my "special assignment" and then get out of here before I had to go through whatever initiation she had referenced. I never planned on taking on a client here and fulfilling any of his twisted kink fantasies, the fucking perverts.

I flipped open the folder that Madame Eve had left, seeing a pink packet of paper sitting inside. I saw that the first sheet had a listing of activities that I was to perform before going to sleep, and then the activities for tomorrow picked up at 11 a.m. It was currently 1 a.m. and my body was aching, so I decided to get tonight's activities out of the way so that I could get some much needed rest. I looked at the sheet to see what I had to get done tonight:

1. Take night dose of hormone pills.

2. Put on outfit L-14.

3. Go to bedroom, get on top of bed, tune to channel 2. Watch for 10 minutes.

4. Tune to channel 8. Watch for 10 minutes.

5. Tune to channel 12. Leave on for duration of night while sleeping.

I was hoping that I'd get to keep wearing these yoga pants and this bra as it was the most comfortable outfit I'd been able to wear for months. The pants were a bit tight, but a far cry from those fucking latex leggings from the other night. Plus I actually liked seeing how tight my ass looked in them - I was always a sucker for a girl in yoga pants when I'd go to the gym and work out. But I didn't want to get on Madame's bad side, so I stood and walked to the kitchen, taking my dose of pills out of the cabinet and swallowing them down one at a time. Then I sauntered to the dressing room, still fully aware of the red camera lights that I had grown accustomed to in the corners of the rooms.




Trapped and Trained Ch. 18



Standing in the middle of the room I stripped off my clothes, seeing a chute in the corner with a "Laundry" label above it I tossed them inside. I listened as they traveled down the chute into what I assumed to be the laundry room. I walked to the lingerie closet and picked through the hangers until I landed on the one labeled L-14, pulling it off and coming back to the center. I looked around, seeing my reflection in all of the mirrors, again catching myself admiring my sexy, tight little body before snapping back to reality.

The outfit that was selected for me was simple and small. There was a red mesh and sheer flyaway camisole with split cups, bringing back frightening images in my mind of the split cup bikini that Vivian made me wear and then perform for those people at the rooftop pool a few days prior. I slipped it on and felt the delicate material come down and tickle the small of my back, just above my tramp stamp that I routinely forgot was there, but shuttered every time I saw it still. The bottom was a ruffle skirted thong of the same color and material, the skirt just an inch or two wide, just enough to give that flirty skirt look and hide the tip of my ass. Thankfully there were no heels or stockings or anything else required, so I turned and walked to the bedroom, climbing up on the plush bed and feeling the silky black sheets and the pink comforter slide against my bare skin.

There was another plasma TV in the bedroom so I figured that I would just be required to watch porn for a while before going to bed. Not the worst thing that could happen, I figured, so I pushed the power button on the remote and navigated to channel 2 as I was instructed in my itinerary. I was a bit surprised to see that this TV must have been hooked into a different system than the one in the living room as I found that I was now just staring at what looked to be a completely empty suite living room, similar to my own but the colors were different. It didn't take me long to piece together that I was watching a feed from one of the security cameras, apparently to another girl's room.

Suddenly the door to the suite opened and I watched a man, presumably a client, carrying in a girl who was dressed in what looked like a wedding dress. I guessed his fantasy was to be on a wedding night as he was also dressed in a tux and was carrying her across the threshold, so to speak. He carried her into the suite and walked through the living room straight to the bedroom, the TV screen cycling through the cameras to access the one in the bedroom. He set her down and I saw that she was a gorgeous blond, probably in her early 20's, wearing the sluttiest wedding dress I'd ever seen. Her perky breasts were hardly covered in the front and the dress was cut away in the midsection, showing off the sides of her tanned abs while the bottom ended in a short, tight skirt. White garters peaked out from the bottom, attaching to white garters and then white high heels. She wore a vail on her head, obviously to complete the fantasy for this twisted man. He was a bigger man - not fat, but not exactly a body builder... just appeared to be your normal man who was apparently hiding this fantasy that he needed to live out.

He disappeared into the dressing room for a moment and then reappeared with some ropes. The woman stood obediently still as he untied her dress from behind and then ripped it off, leaving her standing there in a white waist cincher with a light blue outline, her breasts now full exposed. She wore a small white silk thong with the garters dangling from it and reaching down to her stockings. The man roughly handled her as she moaned in response while he then bent her over and expertly tied her hands to her ankles, her toned ass facing the camera now. The man made some kind of reference as to how it was time to consummate their marriage as he roughly pulled her thong to the side and, without warning, pulled his hard cock out of his tux pants and plowed it into her glistening, hairless pussy. I heard her let out a startled mixture of a scream and a lustful moan as he relentlessly pounded away. 

I looked to the clock and noticed that my ten minutes on this channel had passed, gladly changing the channel to 8 to get away from that scene as I was beginning to picture myself in it as the tied up bride. I shook my head to try and rattle the images out of it.

This new channel was already in mid-scene from what I could tell. There was a girl tied bend over a desk, dressed up as what appeared be a secretary in some kind of a conference room. There were various middle aged men in their suits with a powerpoint presentation up on a projector, but their focus was instead on the exposed brunette. Her skirt was lifted up over her waist with her panties ripped off and lying next to her on the table while the men ran a nonstop train on her mouth, ass and pussy. At first she appeared to be enjoying herself, but as it went on her moans of pleasure seemed to be introducing a new element of pain which increased as they continued, each man seeming to be fucking her harder than the previous as they abused her holes over and over, depositing their seed deep inside her as a new man moved in before it could seep out. My ten minutes on this channel could no expire fast enough, finally coming to an end as I heard her begging to be set free and calling out for help to no one in particular. I watched wondering if any staff would intervene as she sounded quite sincere, but no help seemed to be coming as I again changed the channel.

I was over all of this and ready to head off to sleep. This last channel, number 12, would be the last I would have to tune to and I was apparently allowed to fall asleep during it. As I tuned in, I saw the name of the channel was "Shady Ranch's Greatest Hits". It was scene after scene of ludicrous fantasies being acted out, all apparently on these grounds. I watched cheerleaders and maids taking cocks larger than I'd ever seen over and over as I tried to close my eyes and fall asleep, only to see that there was no volume control on the TV so I was constantly surrounded by the moans of the men and women on the TV. Part of me wanted to turn the damn thing off, but then I remembered Madame's warning about the disciplinarian wing as well as losing my dick. 

I covered my eyes with the comforter and wrapped my head in the pillow, eventually waking to the sound of my alarm clock at 10:30 a.m. the next morning. I picked my head up and woozily looked out the window, seeing the relentless Vegas sun beating down on the compound outside. I looked to the TV and again saw that it was still looping through the various videos that had been recorded through however long this place had been in existence. I started to wonder if I would eventually make this highlight reel - if new girls would see me on this channel or be tuning in to watch some men rape me in some makeshift board room while I'm bent over the desk. I again gave a silent vow not to let that happen as I picked myself up out of the bed and walked to the bathroom, sitting down and taking my morning piss before walking out to the living room.

I again picked up my itinerary, remembering that my first activity started at 11 a.m. The first few activities were simple - take my pills, shower, put on lotion, makeup, and fix my hair, which was all easy enough.

Next I was to go to my dresser and get the underwear labeled T-22 (it was labeled on the tag in small print), then go to the dressing room and put on outfit D-22, which was in the dresses and clubwear closet. I stripped off my red camisole and thong and pulled out a satin black thong, sliding it up my legs. Next was a satin black minidress. The top was loose around my breasts, but from there on down it hugged my body like it was made just for me, coming down just below my ass. The back was low cut, feeling it cut away until just above the small of my back while the spaghetti straps made their way over my shoulders. Then I had to go to the shoes closet and put on the ones on the rack just below the S-22 label, which were some strappy black stiletto heels that were about 5". It seemed really early in the day to be getting dressed up like this, but I needed to make them think that I was trustworthy and obedient, so I did as I was told and went back out to check my itinerary.

It was a bit before noon, at which time I was to report to the "Ink and Steel Parlor" for an appointment. There was a little map of the compound on the back of the folder. I saw that I would take a right out of my room and head back to the lobby, then go down the stairs and head to the hallway underneath them. I'd take a right there and go through a few sets of doors that would take me outside. I'd follow a path and then take a left, which would take me into the training and disciplinarian wing of the compound. I'd have to walk all the way down that wing and reach the parlor at the end of that long hallway. I needed to hurry if I was going to make it there on time and I certainly didn't want any marks against me already.

I tossed down the folder and headed out the door. I made all of my turns and found myself entering the doors of the disciplinarian wing, which slid open after I scanned my thumb in the fingerprint scanner as it seemed was required to enter and exit everywhere. This building seemed more like a hospital setting with long hallways and stainless steel doors. As I walked, I could see the sign for the "Ink and Steel" parlor at the very end. I could hear nothing but the clicking of my black heels on the tiled floor until, just as I was walking past a room, I heard a blood curdling scream cry out, followed by a very mean sounding woman telling her to keep quiet and that she knew that these were the consequences, then more screams followed. I listened for a second until I heard someone walking towards the door from the inside, then quickly turned and made my way as quickly as I could down the hallway. Just as I reached the entrance to the parlor I turned and saw a redheaded woman in a leather catsuit exit from the room, taking off some disposable latex gloves and throwing them in a garbage bin across from the room. She shot me a quick look, which was enough to startle me and push me to get into the parlor to avoid her.

As I backed into the parlor, I turned to see a very state of the art tattoo and piercing setup. It all looked extremely sanitary and safe, with four private rooms that I could see. The doors were shut on two of the rooms and I heard a buzzing throughout the shop that must have been the sound of the tattoo guns. A bald, burly man covered in tattoos underneath his black tank top walked over to me, eying me up and down.

"You must be Candi - my noon appointment. Correct?"

I nodded to confirm what he had said, at which point he pointed to one of the empty rooms and told me to head in and have a seat on the leather table inside. I cautiously walked past him, feeling dwarfed in size next to him as I passed, until I was inside the room and sitting on the black leather table. He seemed to fill out a bit of paperwork, which he stacked into a small pile and then came to join me in the room, closing the door behind him.

"My name's Jake. Eve and Big told me they had a few things that you needed to have done. First they wanted you to get the Shady Ranch tat that all the girls here have. Don't matter if you work here for a day or a decade, you work here, you get that mark. Next they said they wanted a couple piercings for your back dimples, so we'll move on to those next to give you a break from the ink. Last they had a special request they thought would look good on the back of them little thighs of yours, so we'll get to them when it's time. Now lay your hands up above your head with your palms facing up and I'll get started. I ain't your Master or Mistress, so don't you be addressing me as such - you just call me Jake if you need somethin'."

He was intimidating, but at the same time a bit of a calming presence - the first one I had seen in some time. He put me at ease to the point where I almost wanted to do as he said and wasn't even worrying about the fact that he was about to put more tattoos and piercings on me. Almost. I was still tentative, which he sensed, but I certainly didn't want him reporting that I didn't do as I was told, so I slowly laid on my back and laid my arms above me. I felt a leather strap pulled over my arms at the forearm level, securing them in place. He then did the same to my legs. He told me it was just a precaution so I don't jerk and make the ink run, but I felt incredibly vulnerable lying like this, watching my breasts rising and falling as I took deep breaths to try and calm my nerves.

I jumped a bit as I heard the tattoo gun click on from up near my hands, then I felt him use his off hand to hold my left arm in place. There was a burning sensation as the needle jabbed into my skin, just below my hand on the back of my exposed wrist. For thirty minutes he worked on that small area, followed by the same process on the other. The pain wasn't too intense, more of an annoyance, really, combined with the mystery of what in the hell he was doing to me. Another wipe of his cloth to take away the excess ink and he was finished as he quickly wrapped some white bandages over his work and then loosened the straps on my arms and legs. He told me that I would have to stand and bend over the table for this next part, which I did.

I felt him move behind me, then to my surprise felt him lift my dress up and expose my ass and lower half of my back. I tried to turn but he abruptly pushed me back down on the table, telling me that he had to put some piercings in my back dimples and that he had no interest in anything more. I laid across the table when all of a sudden it felt like he was drilling a fucking hole in my back, a needle going in and then him constantly turning it and tugging it while telling me to keep still. Then I felt him move away only to come back and start working something into the hole, my back burning from the pain as I tried my best not to squirm. He moved away and told me the first was done as he moved onto the next, going through the awful process again on the left side before smacking my ass and telling me to stay bent over while he did the last piece. I was squirming against the table, apparently too much as he took some rope and tied my legs to the legs of the table. He then tied a rope in between them and quickly took my arms over the edge of the table and tied them together, followed by tying a rope from my arms down to the rope between my legs, effectively making me a stationary target for whatever he wanted to do to me. He told me to relax and that it'd be over before I knew it. He was lying.

I heard the tattoo gun kick back on and felt it begin to attack the top of the back of my left thigh. For over an hour he worked on that thigh before moving on to my right thigh. My entire body was throbbing from the combination of being stuck bent over this table and having this nagging pain shooting through my thighs. He would routinely take his off hand and rest it on my ass, enough to where I figured his dick was probably hard from getting to grope me. Again I felt some bandages being wrapped around my legs, then the ropes loosened and releasing me. I stood up and quickly pulled my dress down, angry that it didn't come down further as Jake smirked while watching me. He told me that I was all finished up but that I was to leave the bandages in place for the next few hours and not to get them wet or to be out in the sun for too long. He said we would "settle up on the payment" later on with a wink that I didn't like the look of, then sent me on my way, telling me to head back to my room and not to remove the bandages for any reason. It was killing me not to know what he had just done to me, but I remembered that I was constantly on camera, so I did my best to oblige while I walked back to my suite.

Once I was back inside it was a bit before 2:30pm, so I went back to the itinerary. Madame Eve wasn't joking when she said it was a rigid structure as I had half an hour to eat lunch (I was to eat a salad in the fridge, sent up from the compound restaurant), then I was to get changed and head to the training area and be there by 3:45pm for a training session, which it said I would be attending with Madame Eve in order to get my instructions for tonight and go through some "basic procedures", whatever that meant.

I felt like I inhaled my salad, which I was never a big fan of, but I was starving and would have swallowed anything down at that point. I hurried into the dressing room and found my outfit in the costume closet on hanger C-1. I pulled it off the hanger and saw that it was something like a sexy prisoner costume. There was a teddy that was horizontally striped black and white, with some black ribboned lacing that, when tied, gave off some ample cleavage. Small black strings came around the back and tied as the back was completely bare. It narrowed severely as it came down the front, being barely a few inches wide as it covered my belly button. From there, two black strings ran off to meet the thong bottom as the teddy narrowed even more to barely cover my pussy lips before turning into a string thong, widening back into a small black and white striped thong as it merged with the two strings. A tiny, sheer black skirt is also part of the outfit, with the edges trimmed in a similar black and white pattern as it covers, at most, half of my ass when I pull it in place. The itinerary said that I should keep on the heels that I was already wearing. I checked the mirror quickly and then exited my room, making the now familiar trip to the disciplinarian/training wing, feeling absolutely exposed as I walked in this incredibly revealing outfit. I only passed a few people, however, all staff in their white getups, none of whom seemed to pay any attention to me, as if a scantily clad blond with perfect D-cup breasts and a tight little body walking by them was a perfectly normal occurrence. I was thankful as I made it to the training wing without anyone stopping me or ogling me for once. Instead of heading all the way down the hall, I instead took a quick right as I entered the building. I headed to room #T5 as was listed in my itinerary and walked inside.

Madame Eve was already inside a room that was setup similar to a classroom. There was a dry erase board up front, a teacher's desk and just one student's desk. I guess it looked more like a detention room and got a bit nervous as Madame Eve motioned for me to sit. She leaned back on the teacher's desk, still dressed in her black business suit as before, and addressed me.

"I'm glad you were prompt in your attendance, Candi, and I was also pleased to hear that your parlor appointment went without any nonsense. Jack said that you were obedient and easy to work with, so that will not go unnoticed. You are off to a superb start to your time here.

"I'm sure the curiosity of your new markings is killing you, so let us get it out of the way now so you can focus for the remainder of your session. Please go ahead and remove the bandages from your wrists and view your Shady Ranch markings."

She was right, the curiosity was absolutely killing me. I pulled off the bandages and saw that, on each wrist, there was a small black Chinese looking symbol. The one on my left wrist had a small, elegant "S" tattoo'd under it in red ink while the one on my right wrist had an "R".

"These are symbols that are important to us here at the ranch and I wanted my girls to always be reminded of that. On your left wrist is the symbol for Obedience, one of the most important qualities here. On the right is Discipline, as all of my girls are required to remember that, without obedience comes discipline. Now, go ahead and remove the bandages from your legs."