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The Gilded Cage              by: Ann Browning

 

Synopsis.

Emily Richmond a shy and extremely wealthy widow, knows she is near death. Her eighteen-year-old son Hilarie has become uncontrollable and is mixing with the wrong people. Emily makes him a ward of her estranged sister-in-law, Lady Miranda Fauntleroy, a specialist in the treatment of uncontrollable boys.

Within Lady Miranda’s mansion he is disciplined and feminism. He spends the first weeks as an infant girl and threatened with a change of sex if he does not bow to his Aunt’s will. Hilarie meets Jamie; whose past was similar to his own. Jamie has been feminism by his Aunt Madame Edwina and sexually mutilated at the hands of the surgeon Doctor Buell. Hilarie is instructed to hide his true sex from Jamie, but later that night, Hilarie discovers the elegant Madame Edwina is a male and she and Jamie are lovers.

A few weeks later Alice and her Mother arrive. Hilarie is forced to dress as a young girl suffering intense humiliation at the hands of Alice. Later spending the night with Alice he discovers "she" is in fact a boy. Seduced by her beauty, they make love and Alice promises to explain her predicament the following morning. He spends the night pondering his strange life wondering where it will lead.

 

BOOK FOUR

Chapter one.

It was a sunny morning when Hilarie awoke still groggy with sleep he finds an arm about him and gentle stroking fingers caressing his member. Almost consciousness he realizes his arms are no longer confined within the special nightgown to curtail any nocturnal activity with his "joystick". As well as the playful fingers he is now aware of a warm moist tongue exploring his ear and for just a moment he thought he was having another erotic dream.

" Good morning my beautiful sissy, you look so gorgeous and pretty even now," said Alice.

Hilarie, suddenly very aware and awake, looked at the beautiful girl draped across his satin covered chest. Wincing inwardly at her greeting, after their lovemaking last night he had hoped she would think of him as a real red blooded boy, and not the sissy she continually teased him of being.

Sensing he was finally awake Alice guided one of his hands to her breasts and the other to the pierced appendage. Hilarie felt both stir into life as he gently caressed her nipples. Afraid of hurting her, he avoided touching the gold piercing ring, until Alice informed him it was not painful but quite stimulating if done gently. Hilarie examined the device more closely. The ring was pure gold, about an inch in diameter. It pierced through the bottom half of the glans and them exited through the slit in the head.

"How it must have hurt you?" said Hilarie.

"Not really "said Alice in a rather matter of factly. " I’ve been through far more difficult operations than that. Sometimes it’s painful when I climax, but not last night darling. I adored every moment of it."

As they lay side by side, he reminded Alice of her promise and rather reluctantly she began to tell her story. The old adage that fact is stranger than fiction was true for Alice. No one could have created such a bizarre and fantastic tale.

"My father," she said, "is General Nathan Chesterfield." When Hilarie did not respond. "He was very famous during the Korean War, commanding the 5^th Division which made the vital break through on the second assault of Inch On. When he left the army, years later in recognition of his service and bravery he was appointed United States Ambassador to Chile. It was during his fifth year when Mother and I caused the tragic incident which me into Alice".

"My real name is or was Nathan Chesterfield the third and its’ three since the death of my sister Alice. Her death and the awful way it occurred lead to the position I’m in. My Father held Alice as I am now, and my Mother responsible for her death."

"I was nineteen." Alice stopped at Hilarie’s gasp of astonishment. "It will all become clear at the end." He said, then Alice began talking as if he was alone in the room. Hilarie could see he was in a trance like state, and was reliving the period with all its horrible memories.

"After completing an undergraduate degree in law at Yale. I transferred to the University of Chile to complete a master in politics. I had some idea of becoming a politician, but being naive and very idealist, I became heavily involved in left wing politics. Rather stupidly I become drawn into the web of the very radical "Shining Path" group.

I found out later of course this organization is actually a terrorist group, and advocates violence as an acceptable means of overthrowing the establishment. I didn’t know Colombian drug barons secretly funded it. They are not averse to using the most brutal terrorism to bring about political change. Although I belonged to a radical socialist group I had no idea that they were part of "Shining Path".

Naively I thought they were accepting my political views, I desperately wanted to change the image of the "ugly American" and thought by becoming so involved, I could convince them we were sympathetic to there needs. Instead I was duped as it became clear later, the Shining Path had targeted me as the Ambassador’s son and used me in the most savage way. Through me they managed to meet Mother and involve her in a very sordid love affair. Their marriage was under a great deal of stress at the time. My father was combating the very same organization that mother was unwittingly supplying secret information to. They had detailed information on what the C.I.A. and Drug Enforcement Agency was trying to do to "Shining Path".

The "Shining Path" an out and out terrorist organization needed to further its’ aims decided and to make a dramatic statement by assassinating my father the United States Ambassador. Of course I knew nothing of this, I thought they wanted to present a petition against "imperial aggression" to the Ambassador. So with mother’s help managed to secure access into the deserted embassy for the two petitioners during the weekend. It was then that disaster struck.

One intruder opened the Ambassador’s office and threw a hand grenade into the office. The bomb completely disintegrated the office and killed the only occupant, Alice who had been helping Father. He was working in an adjoining room ran towards the explosion with his two bodyguards. The assassins were struck by a hail of bullets from his bodyguards sub machine gun and killed instantly. During the melee my father was wounded, shot in the lower back. Father ignored his serious injuries, instead insisted on finding out how this terrible accident had happened.

We were absolutely horrified by what had happened, and confessed our part in the attack. The General realizing what effect this would have on both his reputation and that of the United States hushed up the tragedy. Not even the government was to discover that our family was involved. Swearing both body-guards to secrecy he used one to secretly smuggle Mother and I out of Chile and back into the United States."

 

Chapter Two.

Back in Washington, we were kept hidden and held completely isolated in our family mansion. From his hospital bed father insisted this was necessary to ensure the safety of his family. We stayed there until our crippled father and his security guard joined them ten weeks later. The bullet had lodged in spine and after the operation General Chesterton found he could no longer walk and was confined to a wheel chair. The tragedy had wrought some terrible changes, the worst being the effect on his father.

He had been rather strict in the upbringing of his children, but he was always a kind and loving father. His personality had completely changed, he had become cruel and quite paranoid. I only became aware of just how enormous the change was when father returned from the hospital in Chile. His personality had completely altered by the combination of Alice’s death, the injuries he had suffered and, what he saw as the act of treachery by Nathan and Elizabeth.

He wanted revenge, striking out at those who had caused the awful pain and sorrow. It didn’t matter how much we begged his forgiveness he refused to accept it. We tried to explain how incredibly stupid and naive we’d been, but no matter what we said he would not forgive us.

It was even more difficult because of the relationship that had existed between Alice and my father. I’d been aware all my life of the love he had for my sister Alice. Although he’d never overtly discriminated against me, I knew he loved her more. It was so easy to do, I shared the same feelings for her, Alice was a beautiful child both physically and spiritually. There was a strange synchrony whilst Alice was my father’s favourite, I was my mother’s.

If mother and I had not been so overcome with guilt, we would have realized that father had became insane. He insisted we now call him General Chesterton or Sir. The revenge he inflicted upon me was so awful; it must have been the result of insanity brought about by suffering. The penance he insisted I undertake was quite grotesque, unable to accept the loss of Alice I was to take her place.

A clinic run by a brilliant surgeon would carry out the work that the General wanted. It was clear that from the moment he had dispatched us to the United States he had this in mind. He had connived with his bodyguard, Ambrose Green who was now his personal assistant. Somehow Ambrose Green persuaded the Embassy officials, that it was I not Alice who had died in his office.

To my surprise I felt overwhelmed by calmness, it was as if father was talking to another person about what was about to happen to me. I was completely detached, numb in both mind and body. I was not sure whether I accepted Father’s demand, to atone for the wrong he I had done, or because I didn’t really understand what was about to happen to me. I felt the awful pain of Alice’s death. We had been close, not the union that existed between my Father and Alice, but I loved her deeply. So what was about to happen to me I knew would remove some of unbearable suffering my father was feeling.

Even after the three years I clearly remember the scene. I remember nodding to Father, saying I would do whatever he wished. Mother in contrast became hysterical. She knew what would happen to me sobbing, cajoling, pleading, she did everything possible to change his mind. It was entirely her fault, that I must not be blamed. In the end she was on her knees kissing his hand, begging him not to go ahead with this awful punishment.

Through it all the General sat unmoving, he was implacable. He looked amused at her hysteria, smiling all the time as tears flowed down her cheeks. She gripped his fingers, kissing them as she begged him to punish her instead. He smiled cruelly, saying he would, but her main penance was to watch and care for me as the change occurred. I really had no idea, what would happen to me. It was just as well, I would have killed myself rather than suffer like I have.

General Chesterfield wanted his sixteen-year-old daughter returned to him. He wanted her to be the same girl he saw just before she was destroyed in the bomb blast. He knew it would not be her in mind but he wanted a replica of her. Someone, who looked, moved and spoke exactly as she had. In his mind Alice at the age of sixteen had been the epitome of innocence and purity and for the rest of his life he wanted to enjoy this.

Money was no object, my father is an extremely wealthy man, and through his army and C.I.A. connections has the power and influence to obtain everything he requires. This includes silence and privacy. Mother and I, are powerless against his forces. The clinic for the operation was one of Lady Miranda’s, at first she refused on ethical grounds. However it was mother after who persuaded her to go ahead. Far better I received proper treatment rather than be butchered in less professional one.

I was lucky, in one sense being small for my age, whilst Alice had been quite tall. The structure of our bodies was very similar, despite this; the surgery and drugs nearly killed me. There was so much pain that several times I wanted to die. It was almost a year before I emerged from the clinic, now a twenty one-year-old boy, the image of my sixteen-year-old sister.

I now looked exactly as Alice had, the same size, with the same coloring, the same voice, and almost a perfect copy. Only one thing set me apart from being her exact replica. Sometime during the multitude of operations, my father decided not to change my sex. I was completely surprised to find my genitalia still in place and against all odds to be still a man. However I have not fully escaped, the hormones have reduced me to the size of an adolescent boy.

Following my recovery from the operations I continued to live in the clinic. For the next year my health and the drugs required to retain me as a girl were monitored. Day or night I was never allowed to be alone. I’m certain my Father was afraid I’d take my life. Why I had been left as a boy, neither mother nor I could work out. Mother was sure it was a continuation of punishment for what we had done. It was way of making sure I would always be aware that I was only a substitute for Alice. I’d always remember this as a reminder of my own folly.

The clinic also trained and conditioned me into becoming a girl. During the year, I learned to walk, talk, and adopt all the feminine gestures and mannerisms. By the time I graduated all the outward manifestations of Nathan had disappeared and Alice was reborn. By the time I returned home, two years had passed and he had become Alice in thought as well as body. During the last month at the clinic I reviewed all of what I had done. I realized by this time that I had been responsible, but I did not deserve this awful punishment. I was determined to stand up to him and demand that Mother and I be released from the pact. I had not seen Mother since being sent to the clinic, she had not been allowed to visit me during the two years I had been hospitalized.

 

Chapter Three.

Meeting her again was wonderful; Mother had aged little over the past two years. She still had her enigmatic smile, her "Mona Lisa" look I had often teased her about. Nevertheless, much of the light had gone from her eyes; there was deadness about her as though she was suffering terrible pain. She appeared enervated. She took me in her arms and hugged me tightly.

"It’s so wonderful to have my little girl back. Oh my darling you look so beautiful."

At that moment I realized the pain and last two years had brought about. For the first time I had to confront the creature I had been turned into. I knew there were tears in my eyes and as her arms tightened about me and I sobbed uncontrollably.

My meeting with Father a few hours later was even more traumatic. Mother had spent the last hour comforting me and explaining her new role. She whispered in my ear that the General had become quite paranoid. Completely dominating everyone about him and dealing cruelly with anyone who disagreed. I was told I must obey without question any thing asked by the General. Otherwise they would both be punished, my Mother was trembling as she told me.

"Please darling do everything he says. Please don’t disagree with him." she begged.

It was obvious she had already been severely punished. I won’t tell you how dreadful my meeting with Father was. His mind had not changed it had become even more set. It was clear the vengeance for the accident was upper most in his mind. The household was controlled by the General’s former chief of staff Ambrose Green the Major Domo. All the remaining staff he’d hired had served beneath him and were completely loyal to the General.

Fortunately for Mother and I, all of them were gay and at least no sexual demands were made upon us. I was fortunate to inherit my sister’s former Nanny, who is completely loyal to mother and I. She also acts as maid to Mother.

It was made very clear to me that the slightest attempt to escape, would lead to the severest punishment to both Mother and I. The General demanded our presence at all times, insisting we cater to his every whim. Most of these are quite harmless, but a number are rather frightening. He liked to have me near him, standing by with my hand on his shoulder.

Occasionally he becomes sexually aroused. Then I have to seat myself in his lap and he gently begins to fondle me. First of all hugging me like a child, then he begins touching my breasts and genitals. He become erect and so do I. I’ve tried to avoid doing so, but I can’t avoid becoming aroused. Once that happens he doesn’t want to have any more contact with him. I must immediately remove myself from his lap and stand alongside him holding his hand whilst Mother completes fellatio on him. At other times I have to kiss him passionately while Mother had to completes her work on his erection. Oh Hilarie you’ve no idea how horrible it is.

All this is completed in the plain sight of the household staff and sometimes while Father’s friends are present. It’s so terribly humiliating for Mother, and at one point I could no longer stand the her degradation was forced and fled to my room while this she was fellating him. My punishment was to have this ring through my member. Now I’m attached to the wheelchair by a fine chain and was forced to watch her humiliation."

All the time she was talking him about her Father, she lay quietly in Hilarie’s arms. Then without warning she began sobbing softly. Hilarie’s heart went out to her and he pulled her tightly into his body. Through the thin satin of their gowns he could feel her warmth.

"Oh please Alice don’t cry, let me help you. Please don’t cry." and before he could stop himself he said " Alice I love you."

As soon as the words left his mouth he felt shocked, he’d spoken those words without really thinking. They were in his mouth from his heart not from his head. He felt Alice’s body cease trembling, as she turned towards him. Her lustrous eyes fastened on his.

"Oh Hilarie" she said " what a wonderful thing to say. Do you really mean it".

Hilarie began to stumble with his words. Up till that moment he was not sure himself, but the moment Alice began speaking he knew it was true. Never in his life had he felt like this about anyone, except himself.

"Yes darling Alice, I love you." said Hilarie a warm feeling suffusing his body as he uttered the words.

Alice turned her face towards him, a warm deep smile covering her face.

"Thank you my sweet Prince, lying here in your arms gives me a such warm safe feeling. It’s like I never ever have to feel afraid again."

As she spoke the contented smile was replaced with a serious look.

"Dearest Hilarie, I must warn you not to become serious about me. Please promise me you will never become deeply involved. I’m not rejecting you dearest Hilarie but this lies between The General and I. You see I don’t know whether I can love anyone again. I’m afraid Father seems to have destroyed all my feelings of love for other people.

Hilarie held Alice’s hand tightly, "Oh I do understand Alice, you must hate him for what he is doing to you and your Mother?" Hilarie was completely stunned by Alice’s next words.

"Oh no Hilarie you don’t understand. You see despite all he’s done to me I still love him deeply."

Hilarie was shocked, he tried to understand, but this was just too bizarre to comprehend. All of Alice’s treatment at her Father’s hands had been brutal; he appeared to lack the slightest touch of humanity. To take his son and turn him into a girl, subject to the terrible pain he must have suffered over two years was inhumane. Yet she still maintained her love for this creature that at best must be insane or ore likely in Hilarie’s view a sadistic monster. The turmoil he felt must have shown in his face.

"Oh dearest Hilarie. I’ve hurt you. Please Hilarie, I can’t understand these feelings either, all I know is without him I feel lost, when we’re apart I want to be with him. To be with him all the time. Not now. Of course not now, for last night was the most beautiful night I’ve had. You were so wonderful."

Alice’s hand reached down towards his legs. "Are you exhausted, for you certainly should be." she smiled ruefully "I feel really sore, but in a nice sort of way." The caressing fingers reached their destination. One hand cupped his jewel sac, softly squeezing the two eggs within, then separating them. Her finger tracing the join in tight sac.

Hilarie wanted to continue the conversation, to try and understand why Alice’s strange feelings felt for her Father. None of it made sense to Hilarie, he tried again, but Alice turned her beautiful smile upon him, "not now darling", lets think of something else. It was obvious for some reason she didn’t want to talk further.

"Hilarie do you want to talk about things unpleasant, when we could be doing this." Her fingers continued their playful task. It was almost too painful but the feeling was so exciting. He could feel himself reacting, stiffening into a hard rod. A further five caressing fingers discovered this wanton behavior and wrapped his satin gown about it, and gently began stroking him.

"Ohh my sissy boy is not as exhausted as he should be." Alice slid her body closer, nestling into his. Her lips began gently touching his cheek moving towards his mouth. Hilarie cupped one bud like breast in one hand; the nipple was raised, hard as a steel rod. His other hand reached towards the forbidden zone, opening the silk gown and touched the organ. It lay swollen, but limp on Alice’s thigh.

Hilarie felt disappointed that it was not as taut and rigid with desire as his own, and must have transmitted his feelings to Alice.

"Oh don’t be disappointed Hilarie dearest. I have to be penetrated to become as hard as you do. Yes keep touching me, it feels delightful."

 

Chapter Four.

Where this behavior would have lead, they were not destined to find out, as Miss Yvette and Nanny Higgins interrupted their reverie. It was time to join Lady Miranda and Mrs. Chesterfield for breakfast. There was no need to dress, they were told the two adults were breakfasting in their nightdress and negligee and the youngsters had permission to do likewise.

Something strange had happened last night to Elizabeth Chesterfield. Yesterday she had looked composed but beneath her elegant facade there had been a sense of unhappiness. This morning the unhappiness had disappeared. A miraculous change had occurred. She was now smiling, confident and completely at ease. Throughout breakfast she would turn and look adoringly at Lady Miranda, there was possessiveness about her; his Aunt belonged to her. He noticed that at every opportunity Mrs. Chesterfield would reach out and touch Lady Miranda. His Aunt acquired aloofness but it was obvious she found Elizabeth’s attention very pleasant.

The change seemed to have dropped at least ten years off the Alice’s mother. Hilarie had thought her very elegant and attractive when she had arrived yesterday. This morning however she was radiant. The soft creamy skin looked so beautiful beneath the rose colored silk negligee set she wore. The gentle smile that continually broke across her face was entrancing to Hilarie. He felt that she was a person he could really like.

After the wonderful night they had spent together, Hilarie was looking forward to spending a pleasant day with his new companion. Through breakfast Hilarie noticed a change occurring within Alice. There was nothing outward and it was not possible to see anything happening, but he could sense she was becoming tenser and loosing the sense of relaxation she had this morning. He was taken by surprise when Alice said to Lady Miranda, "Hilarie told me all about the concert the household put on when Jamie and Madame Dupree-Simpson was here, Lady Miranda. Would you allow us to play the same parts today? I’d love to have the opportunity to act, if only in a small way. As you know Father would not let me have any fun like that."

Alice looked so wistful, that Hilarie knew even the hardest heart would not be able to say no to her. As far as his Aunt was concerned Alice could do no wrong and he knew that yes of course you may would be her next words. Of course he was correct, the only addition was. "If you are playing Jamie’s part my dear, I’m sure Madame Hester can recut and fit the costume for you very quickly.

Alice ran forward and flung her tiny arms about Lady Miranda’s neck. "Oh thank you My Lady it will be such fun.

Elizabeth Chesterfield was far less enthusiastic. Her smile vanished and suddenly she looked troubled. "Do you think its’ wise Alice dear? After the excitement you had yesterday and last night, maybe you should rest. We don’t want you having another of your turns do we darling?"

"Oh really Mother, I’m perfectly well, its’ all right. It was such fun last night, I feel completely alive and wonderful." Said Alice turning her smile on her Mother. She went to her and took Mrs. Chesterfield’s hand and raising it to her lips, kissed it tenderly.

Alice’s eyes were unnaturally bright as she said petulantly. "Mother I’m fine really I am, and it will be such fun." With that she spun about her nightgown and negligee floating about her slender body. Mrs. Chesterfield smiled indulgently, but there was still a troubled look in her eyes.

Alice, buoyant with her victory, returned with Hilarie and the two maids to his bedroom. Alice and Miss Yvette went off to choose her outfit, and to have it refitted to her slender body. The household had so many dressmaking, experts, very skilled as they were always doing special things to Lady Miranda’s clothing that it would only take a short time to complete.

For a change Hilarie was to be bathed and dressed by Nanny Higgins. "I always like to know the people who are playing with my little girl." She said in her creaky voice. Nanny Higgins appeared a rather wispy old lady, but beneath her image she proved to be at variance with this. At the first sign of disobedience her eyes turned to ice and her mouth set in a hard line. Immediately Hilarie knew failing to carry out her wishes would lead to trouble.

She was also very inquisitive. While she was washing him, her hands and eyes continually explored his body. Quite out of proportion to her small body her hands were very large. They were stubby, muscular and unwrinkled with long manicured nails, obviously well cared for, they moved over him like two crabs scrabbling along the beach. Moving into his most intimate crevices, prying, feeling, and measuring.

He attempted to twist away, but one hand seized his arm with a steel like grip. With Hilarie immobilized she reached between his legs and cupped his testes in her fingers, as if weighing them. Although her touch was quite impersonal Hilarie was terrified, too frightened to move in case the same steely grasp upon his arm was transferred to this sensitive area. Instead he heard her murmur quietly.

"How beautiful you are, quite the most lovely she-male I’ve ever seen. Even my darling Alice is not as pretty as you."

Still cooing to herself she dried and talced him and before she led him to Miss Yvette, who stood ready to dress him. Suddenly she became very quiet and with her mouth quite close to his ear said vehemently,

"Don’t you do anything to upset my darling Alice or you’ll have me do deal with, understand?"

So sudden had been her change in manner Hilarie could only stand and nod his head. Released, he was very happy to run to Miss Yvette and let her dress him. Even though he had to submit to the normal ritual. Grasping the lowered lacing bar he stood passively while Miss Yvette bound each wrist to the smooth ebony wood with a white silk ribbon. Stepping to the far wall she wound upon the small windlass raising the bar until Hilarie was standing on tiptoe. He knew the bonds were symbolic, confirming his submission to his aunt, the household knew he could not refuse the corsetting. Hilarie accepted the rule, if instructed to hold the bar he would do so. The purpose of the exercise of Miss Yvette tying him to the trapeze each morning was to imprint and remind him of his status. Although he was heir to a vast fortune, he must be at this time, but she was the mistress, and he a girlish slave.

As Miss Yvette lifted the corset Hilarie winced as he had suspected the corset chosen for today’s costume was a particularly vicious one. One designed to confine the wearer and make him well aware of the constricting garment. This one was a longline garment constructed one of white satin heavily boned. With unusually broad shoulder straps were and quite inflexible, when laced it came right to the base of his neck. As Miss Yvette tightened the bodice, his neck and shoulders were dragged back until he stood stiff and braced.

The lower part of the garment came half way down his thighs. Here a fine broad band of flexible satin was passed between each leg and was fastened. The straps stretched six inches down from the top part of his leg making the corset extremely inflexible. Its purpose to make it very difficult to bend, walk or move. The corset while seeming to offer protection to his body did not, but made him very vulnerable during any punishment carried out on his bottom.

Although the corset came quite a distance down each thigh, his bottom was completely unprotected. The garment had oval cut outs at the rear, and through each of these his tender buns protruded, completely unprotected. The cleverly designed cut outs were shaped and uplifted them as carefully as any brassiere. They molded the creamy flesh into inviting mounds ideal targets to provoke pain to the wearer.

Hilarie felt the first touch of fear, this was not going to be as simple or easy as the games he had played with Jamie. Miss Yvette fitted the white silk stockings, then long diaphanous pantalets were next. Of transparent white silk, they clung tightly to his hips and lower legs, reaching to mid calf. Although long and full, they gave virtually no covering or protection.

Delicate lace frills, the ends frosted with pink fluttered daintily about his ankles. Miss Yvette explained that these were fashioned to duplicate what would be worn by a girl of that era. The Victorian drawers unlike their modern counterpart had each leg quite separate on the waist drawstring. They were cut to overlap but a lace frilled opening ran from the front to the rear waistband. Taffeta petticoats, very short barely reaching to his stocking tops were fitted about his waist. Though light in weight, they were very full, floating like oversized tutus. With Hilarie’s every movement the taffeta swished and hissed with a sibilant whisper.

Miss Yvette lowered the trapeze and released his arms. Over his head she gently eased a satin dress. It was a soft pink in color, with an extremely short very full skirt. The bodice was tight with a V-neck line; a wide lace collar of the finest lace was attached to it. The sleeves were full, ballooning at the shoulders and caught with white silk ribbons as they billowed down his arms to finish just below the elbows. Miss Yvette rolled the sleeves above Hilarie’s elbows then over his hands; Miss Yvette rolled tightly fitting white satin gloves. She seated him and began to lace high-heeled "Mary Janes" to his feet. The heels were not extraordinarily high, possibly 3 ½ inches, but he thought of how difficult it had to walk to the stool.

"Oh Miss Yvette, how am I going to be able to walk in those," he said.

"You’ll just have to manage quickly my girl, Alice can be a hard taskmaster to girls who refuse to obey." Miss Yvette was smiling, but her voice had a touch of concern in it.

Immediately the shoes were fastened she began to makeup his face. A light foundation was used to give a no makeup look to his porcelain fine skin; over this went light pink blusher and highlighter. Miss Yvette spent quite some time on his eyes, using a heavy application of mascara and eyeliner to give a ‘wide awake’ look. His hair was dressed into ringlets, with pale pink satin ribbons tied to either side of his head.

 

Chapter Five.

Miss Yvette helped him to his feet. It was very difficult to stand in the high-heeled shoes. Holding his arm she helped him across the room to the full-length mirror. He was very disturbed by what he saw. When he had been dressed like this for Jamie, he had been very feminine in appearance, but it was apparent that beneath the make up and dress, there dwelt a human being. Today, the rigid corset, the costume, the new makeup combined to take away his personality, there was something inanimate about him. Somehow Hilarie had become doll-like. The make-up and costume had reduced him to an object reality was suspended, for it seemed nothing more than a doll was staring back at him from the mirror.

Miss Yvette broke through his self-reverie. There was a feeling of da jevu; he was caught in the same quandary of a few weeks ago. Again he was sitting before a mirror and the contradictory thoughts were reducing his brain to scrambled egg. The costume with its tight constriction was bad enough, these two factors were sending messages to his body which Hilarie, trying to retain his boyhood, did not want to receive.

There were warm feelings and hot flushes in places, where he desperately needed to avoid excitement. Despite Miss Yvette’s insistence he tried to avoid looking in the mirror, knowing what the outcome would be. Like a mouse being drawn to a snake, his eyes glanced in the mirror. The image looking back was stunning. It was impossible to believe it was real. The skin, the rosy cheeks and the wide surprised eyes. If he hadn’t blinked it would have been possible to accept he had been turned into this inanimate creature.

"She" looked absolutely beautiful in the passive manner assumed by the submissive part she was playing. Aghast he realized he looked just like one a Victorian dolls Aunt Miranda had in her antique collection. Suddenly Hilarie at last began to understand the attraction of the doll fanciers and why they were prepared to spend a fortune collecting them. There was a fascination of loving an object that was quite beautiful and life like but inanimate, and would never argue or struggle against their master’s wish. It was an image created within the person’s own mind. Their object that was totally dependent upon them, and appeared incredibly fragile and very vulnerable.

They owned the doll which could be played with at the owner’s whim and neither argue nor answer back. Something that could be placed upon a pedestal and adored. All at the owners’ whim, it could be loved for what it appeared to be not for what it was.

The realization of what he was feeling brought no satisfaction only the horrible truth that he was being drawn deeper and deeper into Lady Miranda’s feminine web. Worst of all was the betrayal by his own body, and the growth of his own narcissism, for despite the horror of this self revelation, he could feel a familiar stirring and a warmth beginning to suffuse his whole being that he knew to be the result of one thing.

Miss Yvette was quick to notice and there was a note of concern in her voice.

"Oh Hilarie you’ll have to be careful, I warned you about these feelings last time. Hold onto your own personality don’t let others take it away. You must also be careful with Miss Alice, I’m not sure she is feeling quite herself today. Mrs. Chesterfield told me that sometimes it all becomes too much for her, and she does things that are just not part of Alice’s true nature. You must do what you are told, but if you feel you are in danger call out for me I won’t be far away."

Miss Yvette assisted Hilarie to walk to the nursery where the two were to "play". He had never experienced more difficulty in moving nor felt more uncomfortable in all his life. His body was constricted and there seemed nothing he could to ease the sense of confinement.

Alice was already there waiting for him. Nanny Higgins was holding her and adjusting her clothing. Immediately he saw her Hilarie thought back to Mrs. Chesterfield’s remarks this morning. About her state of mind and why Alice had chosen the role she was playing this morning. She was wearing the original "Mountie" costume, and with a growing sense of unease Hilarie noticed she wearing the insignia of a General. Although it the same costume Jamie had worn, for the first time Hilarie noticed how many liberties had been taken with the original design. Only the finest and sheerest of silk and satin had been used. Alice wore the tight red silk tunic fastened tightly to the neck.

This time it bore epaulettes bearing the gold braid and stars of a General. The sheer silk clinging tightly to her slender body outlined her tiny bud like breasts. The breeches were of the finest silk in a light blue shade, they fitted tightly as a second skin, and it was obvious that she wore nothing beneath them. Every curve and crevice of her anatomy beneath the silk was clearly visible. The breeches disappeared into shiny knee high patent leather high-heeled boots, complete with spiky long spurs. On her head was a Mountie hat, emblazoned with four stars of a general.

As Hilarie entered his eyes were drawn to the pale blue breeches, outlined beneath the silk was her tiny dormant member lying, thickened with passion, serpent like against Alice’s right leg. So tight was the covering that even the gold ring piercing the head was visible beneath the silk. If it was an imaginative attempt to make Alice appear masculine it failed miserably. For Despite the visibility of her true sex, it only served to make the fragile flower-like creature even more feminine.

The entry of Hilarie visibly excited her, beneath the blue silk her member stirred and swelled. It failed to spring erect, but lay thick and rope like on her leg. The same was not true for Hilarie, as his own appendage, already swollen, and turgid and doubtless remembering the delights of the previous night had sprung immediately into full erection. It was now finding sensual delight amongst the silk and lace petticoats which provided far too little cover for it.

As he came towards Alice, Hilarie was already aware that his member had escaped from his pantalets and was visible beneath the short silk petticoats and the even shorter satin dress. The sight of the obvious excitement of the two children brought a snort of disgust and an acerbic comment from Nanny Higgins.

"Hmm can’t Hilarie control himself, that’s quite disgusting."

It was clear that Miss Yvette was about to defend her own charge, but at the last moment seemed to avoid a confrontation. Instead she turned and asked her whether Alice had taken her medication. Hilarie was surprised at the vehemence Nanny Higgins showed in her reply.

"Of course she has, are you the poor little mite."

"No of course not Nanny, but Alice does seem rather excited at the moment and we don’t want any thing to happen do we."

Nanny Higgins flushed slightly and looked at Alice before she replied. "Of course there will be no problem, Alice has been fine for the last month. Just leave her alone, she wants a harmless bit of fun with her new girl friend." The last two words were pronounced with a vicious sneer. With that she strode out of the nursery, Miss Yvette after a final indecisive look about her, followed.

Alice took Hilarie’s hand in hers. "What a sweet little girl you are. You look so gorgeous I could eat you." Her face was quite flushed and she seemed very excited. "Have you been a good girl. I hope you have not been fraternizing with the enemy. If you have you must be severely punished."

Alice led him towards the far end of the nursery; Hilarie struggled to keep up with her.

"Oh I love the way you have to totter along in those shoes, you look so helpless. Do you realize I can do anything to you and you wouldn’t be able to stop me? I am in charge now and all the rules must be obeyed, otherwise it my duty to punish you, and remember that Mountie’s always get their man. No matter how they are dressed." She said with a tight little giggle.

Alice’s eyes were literally glowing with anticipation. Hilarie felt a sudden fear flood his body. Alice was no longer the sweet loving person he had shared a bed with last night, and she was more than the spiteful child of yesterday. Something else seemed to be there as well. Her eyes were slightly glazed it was as though someone else had moved into her body.

Alice assumed the role of director, running Hilarie though the song he had sung, (not very well) in the concert. She was an accomplished piano player and insisted he tried for the higher notes. To Hilarie, the whole exercise was becoming both boring and tiring.

 

Chapter Six.

Dressed as he was, no matter what he did all his actions continued to keep Alice highly excited. She was attracted to his vulnerability and helplessness and her appendage had remained swollen, not erect, but clearly aroused. Tiny spots of moisture were begging to appear and her blue silk breeches were now beginning to appear rather worse for wear. Further spots and stains were appearing on them in this area, the result of the excitement she was obviously experiencing.

Then suddenly her whole mood changed, she took his hand and pointed to the state of her garment. "Naughty girl, look what you’ve done. Girls who cause this mess must be punished."

Before Hilarie could move Alice twisted a silk ribbon about his wrists binding them together. In a moment he was completely helpless. She forced him into a tottering run, leading him towards the end of the nursery. Towards the full-length mirror where with Miss Yvette’s help he’d normally practice his ballet steps. Alice halted him before the padded waist high stand situated about five feet from the mirror. With Alice pulling his arms Hilarie was forced to lean over the stand while Alice quickly fastened the ribbon binding his wrists to a small ring embedded in the floor. He was now helpless, unable to move or defend himself with his behind rearing high in the air.

Looking between his legs Hilarie could see his child like tormentor in the mirror. A shudder of fear swept through his body as he saw Alice remove a springy rattan cane from the cupboard. There was an unnatural predatory gleam in Alice’s eye as she came towards him. There was a quaver in his voice as he said " Alice what are you going to do?"

The cane swished through the air above his body. Hilarie felt his whole body tense. There was a hardness in her voice as she replied "So you won’t follow my instructions you naughty girl. For that your Daddy will have to punish you severely. Do you want to beg me to release you?"

Hilarie knew instinctively that any pleading on his part. "No Mistress Alice, your little girl has been naughty and deserves what punishment my General decides is appropriate."

Despite his words, he knew there was a tremble of fear in his voice.

"Very well replied my brave little girl." replied Alice with what seemed to Hilarie more than a touch of disappointment in her voice.

Hilarie could feel her hands rearranging his clothing, lifting his petticoats and skirt so that nothing obscured her target. Exposing the two full moons of his bottom which protruded so invitingly from the cut outs of the corset. With the petticoats raised they stood raised like two creamy breasts, -sans nipples- clear and vulnerable. Now only the flimsiest layer of his white satin bloomers lay between them and a cruel rattan cane.

He waited trembling in fearful anticipation, able to see clearly in the mirror as his torturer played with her weapon. She was lovingly running it through her fingers. As she did so the silk of her breeches became taut and tented. Hilarie’s fear intensified as he realized she was highly excited by the forthcoming punishment. Alice was achieving an erection; something she had said could only be brought about by anal penetration.

Again her soft hands caressed his bottom for a moment he thought he was about to be released. Any further thoughts disappeared from his mind as an explosion of pain knifed though his body. He tried to spring erect; anything to escape the agony in his bottom, a torment more awful than he’d ever felt. His flight was brought to sudden halt by his shackled wrists. He bent as a supplicant would; silently begging there would be no more.

It was in vain, there was another warning swish before the white fire coursed like lava through his veins exploding with the fury of a bomb in his head. By now his entire body was tense and shivering. He felt Alice’s hand stroking the clenched tight buttocks. "Oh Dolly darling, you must relax. Otherwise it hurts even more."

Hilarie resolve broke after a further stroke, a scream of pain burst from his lips. "Please Alice no more, I beg you please let me go" sobbed Hilarie.

"Oh little girl you should not have said that. You have been mixing with those naughty sissy boys again haven’t you? You forgot who I am and you must not beg me, you must not. Remember I am the General and it is my duty. Now I must really punish you."

Again her hand stroked him, smoothing the satin covering the red striped moons. Through tear damp eyes he could see in the mirror her excitement. By now the straining appendage was threatening to burst through her silk breeches. To his chagrin he knew Alice was not alone in her sexual arousal. He felt the familiar warmth flooding his own body and knew that despite the terrible pain and humiliation, he was also approaching his own climax.

At the edge of his mind was the question, why were they so different and perverted that circumstances could produce such sexual ecstasy. Alice’s from the sadistic urge to inflict pain and his from the reception of it. Again he felt her hand touch his bottom, he shuddered trying to draw away, for even the lightest touch sent a torrent of pain flooding through him. The soft caressing fingers slid down between his legs, reaching between them finally locating their target.

"Well girly, what have we here. Why you’re a little boy pretending to be a girl dolly. Well that is naughty and this shouldn’t be like this. This throws a different light upon your punishment. For I find that instead of you being punished, you are really enjoying it," said Alice her voice strangely distant.

"Oh please Alice no more" sobbed Hilarie.

"Why do you call me Alice, girly? Alice would not do this to you. She is a gentle loving girl. No Dolly, you are talking to the General, and it is his duty to punish naughty boys who do not obey him. They were responsible for Alice’s death, and the pain I feel now. No we are not half way through, there’s another twelve to go and you must feel the pain or you will do it again." The rod rose once again and Hilarie could no longer contain himself and his screams echoed through the room.

All at once Miss Yvette and Nanny Higgins burst into the room.

"Oh what have you done to my Hilarie?" shouted Miss Yvette rushing forward to untie him from the stand. At the same moment Nanny Higgins clutched the by now very disheveled and fluid stained Alice to her gaunt figure.

"Oh what made you do it darling Alice?"

Alice shook her head, as though trying to rid herself of the demons that had taken her senses for the last hour. She freed herself from Nanny Higgins and wrapped her frail arms about Hilarie; by now the glazed look from her eyes had cleared, to overflow with tears. Once again she seemed to be her normal self again.

"I’m sorry dearest Hilarie to hurt you so. Please forgive me, but you must punish me for what I’ve done. When you return I’ll be ready to accept anything that you decide."

Miss Yvette was very solicitous as she took him to his bedroom. Once the stained and crumpled Victorian costume was removed. Miss Yvette applied a pungent salve to his agonizingly painful bottom. Her fingers softly touched the site of the caning and as gentle as she was, he winced as a shaft of pain pierced his body.

"Mon dieu ma Cherie, la petite Alice has a strong right arm. You will have some bad bruises tomorrow little one. There is no need to worry, though I’m sure there is no permanent damage."

"Why did she do it Miss Yvette? How could she turn so cruel, for a moment I thought I would die? There was so much pain."

Miss Yvette was particularly gentle with him as he was again bathed. The warm water eased the pain slightly and when as she gently applied aromatic oil to his wounds the discomfort was reduced to a dull ache.

"After all the pain she went through her mind has trouble coping with stress and she needs certain medication. Unfortunately Alice complains they make feel dull and lifeless. Nanny said you made her feel so full of vitality and loved she avoided taking them so her mood would continue. Nanny Higgins was certain she taken them this morning, but when we were in her room she found them hidden beneath the pillow, we were returning to the nursery with them when we heard your screams. Unfortunately we were just too late to completely save you."

Her hand moved once more over his tender globes, drawing another wince. He dreaded the thought of having to wear a heavy corset and the pain it would cause. Consequently he was agreeably surprised to find that this was not amongst the clothing laid out on the bed for him as Miss Yvette began to dress him.

About his waist she fastened a satin and lace garter belt, the color was light green, a delicate shade of mint. The silk stockings were similar and they slid up his legs with the smooth silkiness of warm milk. Miss Yvette’s soft hands drew a pair of satin tap panties in the same mint color into position.

The waistband was high above any bruising on his bottom, and the legs were wide and flared. The crotch was quite deep and as his maid demonstrated, was of the crossover type and was completely crotchless. The feel of the smooth slithery material was comfortable it’s softness seeming to cool and soothe the angry flesh.

A matching camisole was eased over his head before Miss Yvette drew a blouse over his shoulders. Of fine chiffon in a rich green color, or Jade as Miss Yvette explained. It had a wide flaring collar and full bishop sleeves. The cut was long; it was a tunic rather than a blouse and looked so comfortable. The pants were the same color as the tunic but instead of chiffon were of knife pleated silk satin.

Miss Yvette drew them up his legs, the satin hissed over the silk stockings; the caress sent a shiver of pleasure up Hilarie’s spine. The pants fitted snugly about his waist and fell to mid calf, here Miss Yvette demonstrated just how much room he had as the pleated legs each had at least twenty feet of hem. She asked him to be decorous when seated, as the pants were not fastened at the crotch.

"We didn’t want you to feel inhibited, by having to undress. You never know what the two of you may decide to get up to.," said Miss Yvette and her smile, a knowing one.

Despite the fact that he had been caught a number of times in the most compromising of positions, and by the fact that each evening she relieved him by masturbation he could not help blushing at her implication.

"Really Hilarie, are you blushing? What you are doing is not unnatural."

"Oh Miss Yvette, it is. I do think of Alice as a girl and I love her. However, I know in truth she is a boy, and that make me nothing more than a homosexual and I don’t want to be. I wish to stay quite normal." said Hilarie his eyes almost moist with tears.

Miss Yvette took his foot in her hands as she fitted the satin strap sandals. Her hand caressed his ankle softly, there seemed to be a touch of sadness in her voice as she said, "Hilarie stop trying to return to your old life. You must realize that its over. Accept what Lady Miranda has planned for you, accept what you feel."

She seemed quite taken aback at the vehemence in his voice as he said "That I can never do, I won’t become my Aunt’s toy, a doll for her to play with as they wish. I’m a man and I want to do men’s things. I going to be a successful businessman and no one is going to stop me!!

He saw the maid’s lips tighten in anger. At once Hilarie realized that these remarks were a mistake, and he had gone too far. It was pointless in alerting the enemy to your plans, but it was to late now. How ludicrous he must sound, sitting here in all this satin and silk. He tried to correct his statement. "I’m sorry Miss Yvette, you must think me ungrateful, I’ll try and remember your advise." his words seemed to soften her anger.

"Oh Hilarie that’s much better. If you love Alice, accept her in the way you feel about her, surely she was a girl last night?" Hilarie blushed, as usual Miss Yvette had won.

The sandals in place Miss Yvette pulled his hair into a French braid and lightly made up his face. She made him look in the mirror, "you look lovely non? Why would you want to be a boy, when you are so beautiful. Maybe it is because you are so flat here" she said touching his chest. " I must talk to Lady Miranda about that, it maybe time to make a change there. Now Cherie, you must go, Alice will be waiting in her room."

 

Chapter Seven.

With the terrible thought that what he had said could result in the destruction of his manhood Hilarie walked quickly to Alice’s suite. He tried to put the fear out of his mind at least for the moment. Alice’s bedroom was similar to his own. Consisting of a large bedroom with the silk canopied bed, an enormous walk in wardrobe, a sitting room with screen size television and a large bathroom. The main difference lay in the color. Hilarie’s room was called the pink room for obvious reasons and Alice was occupying the blue room. He entered quietly, unnoticed. To his surprise Alice was dressed exactly the same as he was. Her hair tied in a French braid and the same color lipstick coating her lips. Unaware of his presence she stood with her thumb in her mouth looked younger and more vulnerable than ever.

Suddenly aware of Hilarie’s entry she ran to him, wrapping her arms about him and kissing him on the lips. She drew back letting him draw breath. "Oh Hilarie are you all right? Will you forgive, I’ve been such a wicked, wicked girl hurting you so."

Alice seemed totally different person to the tormentor of only an hour ago. He smiled it was impossible to remain angry with such a beautiful child.

"No you must not let me go unpunished Hilarie, otherwise next time I’ll only be worse. Please Hilarie you must do this." her eyes pleaded with him and he realized Alice was quite serious. Hilarie found himself in a nightmare, he did not wish to be involved in this but there seemed no way out. Alice pointed to her right ankle, fastened about it were two slender bracelets with a fine gold chain between them. On her right wrist was a similar arrangement.

This the girl child explained meant she was under punishment and a "slave" until this was carried out. If Hilarie did not complete it satisfactorily, Nanny Higgins would double the original punishment and Alice said after this mornings episode and the embarrassment she had caused Nanny Higgins would relish the task. The punishment device was contained in the casket on the bed, and Hilarie must fit it to her. Hilarie was filled with trepidation at the thought of punishing Alice but could not help be curious as to what the casket contained.

Resting on the silk cushion of the box was an egg shaped object. Made of gold and encrusted all over with precious stones it was larger than size of a hen’s egg and at the top a portion was missing, as if the top had been removed from a hard-boiled one. Along one of the longer side was a hinge and on the other an adjustable screw like device, which would, clamped it together. Still unsure of what he held, he opened the gadget. Each side was sculpted within, two tiny indentations shaped like half eggs. Over them was a lining of the purest white satin. There was no padding beneath the satin and although the egg was very smooth it was very hard. Still Hilarie could not make out it’s purpose and turned to Alice about to ask her to explain.

The explanation required no words, Alice was already standing and had removed her panties and pants. She stood before him, white faced holding her member clear of her scrotum. "Please Hilarie, put it on quickly. Please while I feel brave, otherwise Nanny Higgins will do it and she knows how to hurt me."

Without another word Hilarie opened the "egg" and looked at it. Alice explained it was another of Doctor Buell’s devices, designed to cause pain without damage.

It was devilishly designed, Alice’s two testicles were to fit exactly into two shaped receptacles within, to be squeezed together as the egg was clamped shut, it was like a large nut cracker. He examined the outside there was a tiny lock securing them, and the key was not there.

"No Alice" he said "I won’t do it, never will I punish you with this."

"You must Hilarie, Nanny Higgins has the key and I have to stay in it till she unlocks me."

It would obviously be painful. "No Alice, that’s final you will not wear it. This morning was not your fault, Miss Yvette explained you had not taken your medicine, and that was what caused the change."

He could see Alice bite her lip several times, her face flushing with shame, while she pulled on her panties and silk trousers.

"It was my fault Hilarie, I deliberately didn’t take it. I wanted those feelings back, although I knew it would cause me to do those terrible things to you. I deserve Nanny’s punishment, otherwise I’ll feel terribly guilty."

"That will be your punishment, you have to lie there and feel terrible for what you’ve done. While you do, you must kiss me all over and make all the sore parts feel nice again."

"Oh Hilarie, you are the kindest boy I’ve ever met, now I feel really guilty and ashamed. It takes the most wonderful spirit to forgive me like you have.

They lay on the bed, she on her back, alongside him while Hilarie lay on his stomach trying to keep his bruised and aching bottom from touching anything. She’d eased the panties from his bottom, gently massaging more soothing ointment into her handiwork. He talked of his previous life for the first time feeling comfortable about discussing his inner most thoughts. The realization he had finally come to of what a terrible monster he had been, to treat his mother so. He talked of his only utmost desire, of returning to his normal former life, to be able to live as a boy again. This time he would be different, his captivity had taught him the need to be kind and considerate.

Alice took his hand, holding it tightly "Oh Hilarie darling wouldn’t it be wonderful, we could escape and live together on a secret Island."

Hilarie who up to that time had not dared even dream of this said. "Alice, do you mean it, would you come with me. I have my own money, we could be so happy."

She turned her nubile body towards him, and pressed against him. "Oh dearest Hilarie if only we could, but darling we are only dreaming. They will never let us go." her eyes filled with tears.

Hilarie turned to her, holding her tightly. "Do not give up hope, somehow we’ll succeed." he whispered in her ear. Her hands were now playing over his body. One of the tiny hands took his and moved it to her groin. They lay together he could feel her member swelling with desire, his own lay hot and heavy beneath him, the pain from his bottom forgotten as a yearning for the slim figure alongside him overwhelmed all other thoughts. Suddenly their oasis was invaded by the a thin reedy voice, and he was aware of two beady eyes peering at him.

"So this is what you call punishment is it my girl. Now stand up while I fit this to you. This time you’ll wear it all night."

Hilarie jerked quickly to his feet, jumping to the floor and adopting a Tae Kwondo defensive posture, both arms in the attack position. Nanny Higgins started back. "I’ll not allow you to touch her, Alice has suffered enough."

Both Alice and Miss Yvette were smiling and having difficulty smothering their giggles. The sight of the femininely satin clad boy in a fighting pose before the gaunt elderly maid looked quite ridiculous.

The beady eyes looked at him; they were no longer startled, but now quizzical. "Surely you want her punished for what she did to you this morning."

"No," said Hilarie lowering his arms as he realized how ridiculous he looked. "She’s been punished enough, please just leave her alone."

Her look was one of surprise but rather reluctantly the personal maid said. "Seeing you are requesting it Master Hilarie, we’ll forget it, but it doesn’t seem right to me. Punishment was laid down now I’m letting her off I’m not sure this is the right thing at all."

However without further argument she left the room. No doubt to inform Miss Yvette that the lax and undisciplined way she (Miss Yvette) was bringing up Hilarie would lead to trouble in the future.

 

Chapter Eight.

"My Prince Charming springing to the defense of his fair maiden, my darling Hilarie, would you really have used martial arts on poor Nanny." She said giggling.

Hilarie blushed, knowing how ridiculous it all must have appeared. "Probably not on Nanny Higgins, but certainly on anyone else. Oh Alice. Why do they want to do this to you?"

The lips of the child face opened in a tired smile. "I’m punished a lot dearest Hilarie, Nanny is kind in her way, but she feels a great deal of pain at the loss of my sister. I know she loves me, and Nanny really treats me kindly, she has protected mother and I many from my father at some danger to herself. However when I misbehave she is inclined to be too strict, so please don’t worry and just hold me tight."

The two lay together hugging and comforting one another. Hilarie felt so happy and at peace with himself despite the bizarre circumstances. Here he lay, dressed in silk and satin, cradled in the arms of another man. Hilarie knew him to be at least twenty-six, but so modified with hormones and surgery to look like a girl in her late teens.

The "modifications" were partial rather than complete. One of Hilarie’s hands softly caressed one of Alice’s tiny breasts. The other lay gently cupped about his partner’s swollen testes, which lay naked in the valley of her hips. The sac swollen in desire was exposed through the silk of the crotchless panties and satin of the crossover trousers. Lying beside it, reacting strongly to the closeness of Hilarie’s hand was Alice’s tiny snake like member. Now stiffening and swelling as it sought a share of the caresses.

Up till now it had been possible to accept Alice as a girl, Now in his mind her sex had become blurred. Try as he might to avoid the fact, Hilarie knew he was in love with her. Yet at the same time he was lovingly caressing a member of own sex. Alice turned slowly pressing herself into his arms. It was as if she had sensed his misgivings. Her eyes looked into his, within their depths lay promises and hopes. The swollen lips touched his, soft as a butterfly’s wing. "Love me dearest Hilarie." was all she whispered. With that the girl child moved to the center of the bed and kneeling with her legs pulled forward and spread wide. Her hands drew open the satin of her trousers. "Don’t be gentle sweet Prince."

Inflamed. Desire mixed with guilt. Hilarie drove into her. She was slippery and tight. His member sheathed to the hilt, his satin covered groin meeting her rounded silk clad bottom with a solid slap. So fierce was the entry he felt his own balls swing into hers. How long they continued Hilarie did not know but suddenly the silk tunnel seized his member so tightly that a scream, a strange mixture of pain and ecstasy was torn from him.

Hilarie felt her body begin to contort and twist as Alice neared a climax. He pushed himself deeper into her vortex and reached around and down between Alice’s legs, finding her member as stiff and erect as his own. Wrapping his fingers around it, he began to gently milk her. Quickly the excitement grew and his actions became more savage. His strokes were piston like in their ferocity, the two sets of balls swinging and banging together until with a high pitched squeal Hilarie erupted.

The cosmos opened before him, stars, and the universe wheeled before his eyes. Time was lost, it had no meaning as the his body lost it’s earthly being. Pleasure became all, pink clouds, soft edges, and the white-hot fluid leaving his body. Fleeting moments that lasted a hundred years; Hilarie was on another plane within a distant galaxy. During his passage he was aware of Alice’s climax, as the golden tunnel held and let him go. Her body vibrated with the resonance of an orgasm as her seed jetted and collected in his hand.

They lay together, laughing silently eyes locked together, wondering at an enchantment they’d never thought possible. How could an activity so undignified and difficult cause so much pleasure. Hilarie went to wipe the sticky fluid from his hand. Alice’s eyes said no! Taste me. He placed each finger in his mouth, cleaning it carefully. Pursing his lips at the salty sour taste, but continuing, lovingly. Her eyes sparkled; her lips whispered "thank you." Hilarie felt absolute love and swore they’d be together always.

Again they could lie in one another’s arms. Touching and caressing. At this time Hilarie had never felt happier, If Lady Miranda had come to him at this moment and offered him his freedom or another hour in Alice’s arms. Hilarie was not sure what his decision would have been. It would have been extremely difficult to choose.

Suddenly their world was torn apart as Nanny Higgins and Miss Yvette hastened into the room. Nanny Higgins took in the scene immediately, the twisted bed cover, the crumpled and stained garments, and the happy smiles of the occupants. Her thin lips twisted into a jealous malevolent smile as she said.

"Well there will be no more of that for a while Miss Alice. I’m sorry but your father has just telephoned, you and Madame Chesterfield are to meet him at the airport, we are travelling to Saudi Arabia for a week. Now we must hurry, a courier has just arrived with your special travel outfit and I must dress you in it."

Poor Alice, at these words all the blood drained from her face went the light went from her eyes. "No, please Nanny, tell me its not true." To a stunned Hilarie the scene had nightmarish qualities. The change in Alice was almost impossible to accept as in moments she turned from a happy child to one who seemed about to live a nightmare. Even the dour Nanny Higgins’s was changed into a solicitous kindly Nanny as she saw what her words had caused.

"I’m terribly sorry Miss Alice, but its true and there’s nothing we can do about it. The General has sent two security men to collect you and Madame. They’re waiting downstairs." She tried to comfort Alice. "Come Alice its only for a week, you must bath before you dress." said Nanny Higgins, no longer malicious, a sorrow was in her voice.

Miss Yvette said to Alice. " I hope this will cheer you up a little, Alice. Lady Miranda and Hilarie will be coming to the airport to see you off." At that the child brightened a little. "I’m sorry too see you go I was hoping you’d be able too stay longer. I do enjoy your visits."

At that Alice smiled for the first time since Nanny Higgins had walked into the room. "Thank you Miss Yvette, do you really mean that after what happened this morning?" she said.

"Of course I do, and we know what caused that. Next time you take all your medication."

Alice blushed at the maid’s words. "Of course you’re correct Miss Yvette, but I wanted to feel really alive with Hilarie, and with those pills I don’t. But next time I will."

Smiled again at Miss Yvette "Can we dress together as well." Alice said, and both maids nodded approval. This time because he wanted to share as much time as possible with Alice. It only took a few minutes to shower, and he waited impatiently for Miss Yvette to completely powder him. Clad only in a blue satin negligee he returned to Alice’s room to complete the dressing.

 

Chapter Nine.

He was dismayed to see a heavy corset laid out on the bed, but delighted to see no baby clothes. There beside the satin and lace underwear was a beautiful dress in jade green silk. The excitement of leaving the house with Alice removed the tedium of the corset and he was very cooperative, breathing in as hard as he could to assist with the lacing. Miss Yvette had completed his corsetting and was fastening his silk stockings to the suspenders before Alice returned from her toilette.

He watched in a mood of fearful apprehension as Nanny Higgins drew a strange garment up Alice’s body. It was a corset of some sort, but for the life of him Hilarie couldn’t possibly see how Alice could wear it. It was of very fine satin, but extremely heavily boned. The corset was a very long line one. It began several inches below the junction of her thighs. There were a dozen suspenders attached to the bottom. The waist was very narrow and from this emerged the strangest top. It swelled out into very wide shoulders but the oddest part was there were no armholes. Where these should have been, were a continuation of the satin and a series of lacing holes.

Hilarie watched with fascinated horror as Nanny Higgins drew the strange garment up Alice’s body. After it passed her waistline, Alice placed her arms behind her, as if reaching straight down her back with her palms outward. Attached to the shoulders was a long white satin single glove. Nanny Higgins inserted Alice’s arms into this. As the corset was drawn up over her body Alice’s arms were inserted deeper and deeper into the glove until they were totally encased in satin.

Nanny Higgins drew the laces on either side of the glove together. Drawing both arms together until Alice’s elbows almost met. This completed Nanny Higgins drew the remainder of the corset about Alice’s torso and completed lacing up the back. The tiny maid spared no effort and the lacing was as tight as any one could stand. Completed, Alice’s torso from neck to waist was totally enveloped within the corset. She could bend and turn but from the waist upwards she was completely helpless. She could turn her head, but her arms were totally immobilized within the satin prison.

Miss Yvette explained to the horror stricken, dumb founded Hilarie that the device was called a "Venus" corset. For obvious reasons. It completely restricted the wearer; they had absolutely no use of their hands or arms. Alice’s Father always insisted that both Alice and her Mother wore these whenever they were in public.

Miss Yvette asked Hilarie to help support Alice while Nanny Higgins drew silk stockings up her legs. Even these, Hilarie could see were designed as another confinement device. They appeared to be of the finest silk, but running through them were threads of Kevlar. Each stocking was attached to six suspenders and were bowstring tight on each leg. The constant pulling upwards was designed to intensify the feeling of confinement on the wearer.

Nanny Higgins held Alice while Miss Yvette helped Alice step carefully into a narrow pencil slim satin slip; it fitted tightly over her breasts and waist and came to just above her knees. It fitted so tightly there, that Hilarie could see she would have the greatest difficulty in walking.

Over this were fitted two full taffeta petticoats, and a quite bouffant skirt, of coral silk. A white lace blouse and matching suit jacket lay on the bed.

Before fitting them Nanny Higgins assisted by Miss Yvette attached two false arms to the shoulders of the corset. Then drew on both the top garments, threading the "arms" through them. They were very realistic and astonishingly difficult to detect even at close quarters.

A shoulder bag, the strap over her shoulder, and one gloved hand resting on the clasp heightened the realism. The other arm was designed to swing quite naturally in time with the wearer’s stride and despite Alice’s confinement there was little to suggest she was not normally dressed. Moreover, this was the evil part, a normal appearance while making the wearer helpless.

The skirt heightened the captivity, and Nanny Higgins made this even worse as kid sandals, with four inch stiletto high heels were fitted to the feet of the helpless Alice. With her make up in place, Nanny Higgins asked the soulful girl could she walk. Hilarie bent forward to assist her to her feet. It was unnecessary, somehow she flicked her feet beneath her and gracefully arose. She teetered momentarily, recovered her balance then stepped lightly forward. Despite all the constrictions her fluid movements with the tiny steps had the grace of a ballet dancer.

While Alice sat watching Miss Yvette completed Hilarie’s dressing. She had chosen a jade green silk dress. A grown up one! Miss Yvette helped him step into it, pulled it up over his shoulders and pulled the long rear zip into place. He sat as she fastened matching kid sandals on his feet. The heels were fashionably high and slim but quite comfortable to wear.

Miss Yvette left to help Nanny Higgins dress Mrs. Chesterfield. Hilarie stood before the mirror as Alice admired him. If Hilarie placed aside his misgivings about being forced to wear feminine clothing he knew he’d have to accept this dress as delightful. It was a soft yet quite thick silk, which hung beautifully in fluid folds about his body. The cowl neckline was a heavily draped, giving him the semblance of a bust line. The neckline flowed into a wide padded shoulder line and then into long, quite fitting sleeves. The waist was tiny, the illusion strengthened by the padded shoulders and the very clever emphasis on the elegantly draped skirt.

Alice said she had initially thought the gown appeared to be too old for Hilarie, but immediately changed her mind when he turned around. It was from the rear the cleverness of the designer’s vision became apparent. A wide pleated satin sash in the exact same color flowed from the front of his waist and down over his hips to finish in a large bow right across the center of his bottom.

It added a sense of fun to the elegance. The bow and tails fluttering cheekily and very sexily with every movement he made. Alice stood there a tired smile on her lips. "You look absolutely stunning Hilarie." she said "won’t you hug me."

 

Chapter Ten.

For a moment he was nonplused, she normally made the first move, then he remembered her complete helplessness. "Oh I’m so sorry dearest Alice." He said taking the delicate body in his arms and pressing her to him. The knowledge of her helplessness and confinement within that terrible device had a strange effect upon him. The look in her eyes, was one of vulnerability and this added to his problem.

Holding her in his arms he felt a growing sense of power. An immense feeling of sensual pleasure began to flood his body. He could not ignore the familiar stirring from within that holding the totally vulnerable and helpless girl gave him. It felt the guilt and disgust within his mind at the urges taking over his body. He tried to hide it but knew his face to be flushed and before he could stop himself, his lips found hers and he began kissing her hungrily his tongue found a passage through her teeth.

Hilarie could feel her reluctance her effort to prevent this assault on her body. Her helpless attempts to prevent him only excited Hilarie further. By now his arms were tight about her body. Alice gasped at this unexpected assault; her eyes flew wide in shock a look of disgust filled them as she looked into his. He could not meet her gaze and tried to look away to hide the guilt of his action. It had been a cruel attempt to take advantage of her helplessness.

Then she smiled, "It’s all right Hilarie, I forgive you. It happens every time I’m touched in this costume. Its’ what it was designed for. The very look of helplessness gives all males an enormous sense of power over my absolute vulnerability. I know Father insists on dressing me like this for that very reason."

"In the aircraft he’ll watch me sit, knowing I’m completely helpless and have to depend on Nanny or one of the body guards to help me. He’s aroused the whole time, and poor Mother will have to spend a lot of time on her knees giving him fellatio." despite her serious look her lips curled into a tiny ironic smile.

"Corsetted like this, I can’t drink, eat or even go to the toilet on my own. I have to ask someone to help me. It induces the strongest feelings in both parties. I feel so utterly vulnerable and helpless. This causes my femininity to increase. Whatever it is, it is more than a mental change, somehow or other I must give off a scent of fear that attracts’ males. They seem to be affected in two ways. Some, very few become more protective. The majority feel more aggressive and are sexually turned on by it." Hilarie’s face flushed red at her remark.

"Oh Hilarie I didn’t mean you silly. Though you were, weren’t you. Really its okay, darling Hilarie, I’m used to it." she came closer to him and leaning gracefully forwards touched her lips to his cheek. "It only goes to prove that it takes more than a pretty dress to take away your natural male urges."

Alice smiled slyly as though storing this knowledge for the future. Although Alice was smiling as she spoke, Hilarie could sense a sadness and underling sense of disappointment at his action and he swore to himself that sometime in the near future, he would free Alice from her captivity. The smile disappeared from her face as she continued.

"Mother and I are being taken somewhere in Arabia. We’ll be there a whole week and it’s the country I hate going to. During the day we’ll have to wear these continually this time without the false arms. We’ll be wearing those very filmy harem pants and over the top will be a gauzy, nearly transparent chador. Unlike the Arab women we always accompany the General during his meetings and negotiations.

The General knows it takes away the concentration of the Emir and his Princes. White women who are obviously quite helpless always excite them. From her past experience she said the time spent over there would be purgatory for them both, it was so humiliating and frightening. While we are in their presence their eyes follow us everywhere. Every movement I make I’m aware of a dozen eyes watching me. They’re very polite, but you know that’s only on the surface. They have offered enormous amounts of money for both mother and me. They would go to any lengths to purchase us for their own slaves. Oh dearest Hilarie, I’m terrified every moment I’m there. I wish I could stay here with you, maybe one day we’ll find that desert island."

Hilarie reached out and took her hand in his. Alice gave a little sniff and said. "I hate this corset, but its far worse for Mother. Father knows she suffers from claustrophobia and a fear of confinement. I’m sure that’s why he thought of them. The whole time she’s in this poor Mother suffers the torment of the damned. Lately she has learned not to show any terror, in the hope Father will stop making us wear them. Funnily enough it seems to be working as well. Next time I come we may be free of them."

There was no time to say more for at that moment Miss Yvette asked them to join Lady Miranda and Mrs. Chesterfield downstairs. The two women were standing already to depart. As usual Aunt Miranda looked magnificent, she was wearing dark wine colored raw silk trouser suit. The trousers thrust into glossy high heeled western boots.

Beneath the silk jacket was a simple white silk singlet top with two heavy gold chains draped carelessly about her slender neck. Her copper tinted hair was pulled into a ponytail tied almost on the top of her head. In the simplest clothing Lady Miranda always looked so elegant and stunningly beautiful.

Despite her confinement Mrs. Chesterfield looked very elegant. She was wearing a navy coin spotted suit. The skirt was slim and form fitting and was complemented by a Mandarin style jacket. The style was somewhat boxier than normal and Hilarie realized that this was due to the "Venus" corset that Mrs. Chesterfield was wearing. Although her movements were noticeably more deliberate; despite that there was no other indications that her bondage was so severe to make her completely helpless. She smiled as Hilarie after greeting his Aunt with a kiss, dropped into a curtsey,

"Oh thank you darling Hilarie. But come kiss me on the cheek. You’ll excuse me I’m sure if I can’t return a small hug."

Hilarie was very impressed with the courage Mrs. Chesterfield was showing. There was absolutely no outward indication of the terror she must be feeling with that tight constriction. At one time during his early childhood, his Mother in an effort to control him had shut him in a dark cupboard. Although it had only lasted a few minutes the terror he felt was still with him today. How dreadful it must be to be confined like Mrs. Chesterfield for a week, when she had such fears.

Madame Hester entered the room to say that the General’s security guards were ready and would they escort them to the airport. Before they moved from the room, Miss Yvette lifted Hilarie’s dress to ensure his sheath was in place and his member was totally secured. It was very important Lady Miranda had impressed upon him that the General’s men (or anyone else for that matter) did not become aware that he was a male.

The General was that jealous that if it became known that either had been in a house where a boy was present their punishment would be very severe. Whilst their lives would probably not be in danger they’d suffer all sorts of mental and physical torment. However, if it ever was discovered neither Mrs. Chesterfield nor Alice would ever visit them again.

 

Chapter Eleven.

They moved out to the limousine. Peggy and Lady Miranda assisted Mrs. Chesterfield into the rear seat. While Hilarie helped his helpless charge into the jump seat, facing his Aunt and Mrs. Chesterfield. He fussed with Alice, fastening the seat belt, then straightening her skirt, and smoothing her jacket. Nanny Higgins joined Peggy in the front and with final wave they set out towards the Airport. It was the first time Hilarie had been outside the grounds since his arrival. He looked at the streets through new eyes, how could he escape? Today he would make no attempt; he had no plan and besides there was a real chance that he could jeopardize the safety of Alice and her Mother.

Due to all the excitement of getting ready and the imminent departure of Alice. Hilarie had no time to think of what it might be like to appear in public. Suddenly as they drew up before the terminal building he realized that it would be not a case of mixing with the people he knew. This time he would be mixing with strangers in a an alien environment. A fear went through his body and he started trembling, there was no way he would leave the car.

He wanted to ask Alice what he should do, but was loath to break the wonderful feeling of intimacy he had by resting his hand on the taut stockings covering her legs. He had tried holding her about the waist, but with the terribly confining corset it was impossible to feel her body. All he could detect was the drum tight satin and rigid bones of the corset. At last the limousine drew up before the terminal. He felt terrified. He sat their Lady Miranda looked at him, quizzically.

"Well Hilarie, come along, release Alice and help her into the terminal. We are rather late."

As he released the belt Hilarie said, "I can’t go in there Aunt Miranda. I’m too nervous every one will know I’m not a real girl. Please Aunt let me stay in the car." At that moment the two security guards both neatly dressed in civilian suits stepped along side the car to assist them from the car and take the luggage to the terminal. Hilarie tried to find a further excuse but an once a look Hilarie was beginning to know too well passed across Lady Miranda’s face. "Don’t be silly Hilarie, now please hurry."

It was Alice who persuaded him. "Please Hilarie won’t you help me, I don’t want to be on my own, till the last possible moment. " She said her eyes were large and pleading with him.

Reluctantly he took her hand only after he had stepped outside the car did he realize that it was not hers he was holding but a very clever imitation one. Holding it as though it was a real one and began walking across the concourse. Almost immediately he became aware of how it felt to be amongst strangers and in a public place. Whilst he had practiced walking in Lady Miranda’s mansion and he was usually very steady in high heels. Suddenly it was different. Walking across the shiny tiles of the terminal he was aware of his heels click clacking on the floor with every step.

He tried to control his fear, but beneath his skirt he could feel a constant stirring of air, that flowed up his stockings and between his legs. He knew that the skirt was unlikely to blow up about his waist. After all it was fairly slim and the silk was quite heavy. Despite all the rational it was impossible to remove it from his mind. All at once he realized that he and Alice were the center of attention for all those about them. He turned to her, whispering in her ear.

"Alice everyone is looking at us. Alice I can’t go on they know I’m not what I seem" he started as wolf whistles followed their passage.

"Of course they’re looking at you Hilarie, you’re the most beautiful girl anyone has seen here for a long time. If you could see the way your bottom is wriggling beneath that bow. It looks so sexy. No wonder they’re watching you."

Despite the pain Alice must be suffering in the confining corset, she smiled warmly. Obviously genuinely pleased at the admiring looks Hilarie was receiving. Although he felt very embarrassed, and began blushing furiously at this attention, a curious feeling of happiness filled his body. Despite the knowledge that this was totally against his wishes a perverse feeling of pleasure flooded through him and he could not avoid adding a slight wriggle to his bottom as they continued towards the departure gate.

Beside him Alice gave a little giggle. "Oh Hilarie, I do believe you’re enjoying this after all. Where on earth is this going to stop."

Hilarie wished he could have thought of a suitable reply. Because to be honest at this moment he had no idea himself. All too soon they were at the departure gates and it was time to say farewell. He watched Lady Miranda place her arms about Mrs. Chesterfield’s body and embrace her tightly. He noticed a tear well in his Aunt’s eye as she finally released her friend. Hilarie seized Alice; he wanted to hold her forever. Their time had been so short, was it only a day and a half since they had met? It seemed impossible, that had come to know one another so well. He drew even tighter to him and then kissed her passionately on the lips. He knew as he released Alice and watched her walk through the gates that he would continue the struggle to win his freedom and would somehow rescue Alice from the evil clutches of her Father.

 

 

 

The end of Book Four of The Gilded Cage. Hilarie continues his struggle against feminization in Book Five. In this continuing sequel Hilarie escapes from Lady Miranda in a desperate bid to rescue Alice. However the course of love is never true and a strange fate awaits him, which tangles him even deeper within the feminine web.

 

 

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