A Maiden Gamble
by Sydney Michelle   © Omphale Press, 2001

 

Chapter Four

 "What can you do with her, Mistress Sylvia? I want her hair as long as possible in three, four months. But I need some nice photos today."

Sylvia turned Maria's head with the thumb and forefinger. "Nice bones. Face isn't too broad. Complete makeover, right?"

Marilyn nodded. "Right. Eyes, ears, nails, the works."

"With four months, she'll have at least two more inches of hair, no more than three. We can change the side angle a little to bring the fluffs onto her cheeks. Hair on top is long enough to curl." Sylvia felt the back hair. "Change the line from block to Hammill taper. Might be able to brush an upsweep in four months. This doesn't have to last long, right?"

"Just through the pictures."

"With gel and spray, we can hold anything through that. I just don't want that parading through my shop." Sylvia pointed to Maria's four inches of meat between his legs.

"No problem. Panties, surgical tape, she'll be as smooth as a baby's butt. Can we bring down one of your smocks?"

"Sure. See her in half an hour. We get a little slack mid-morning. How you gonna keep her from bolting?"

DeeDee grinned, produced a black box the size of a pager. "Latest in dog shock collars. One press drops her in her tracks. Want a demo?"

Sylvia looked horrified. "No thanks. Sometimes, Deborah, I think you enjoy your work just a little too much. I'll take you word for it. Uh. That collar? Can it stand getting wet? The shampoo, you know."

"Sure. Good through hurricanes, and up to five hundred doggie baths. A little hair bowl action shouldn't phase it."

Sylvia slipped out of the chair, hurried back upstairs, Marilyn following her. It's like something my folks talked about from Nam. I sure hope this guy deserves it.

DeeDee brought over wash bowl, shaving cream, and razor. "O.K, Maria, up on the table and spread 'em. Gotta look nice to look nice."

Maria obeyed, the memory of the crop on her tush painfully fresh. She held on as her ankles were tied to the table legs. Towels slid under her legs. DeeDee dampened one thigh, applied soap, began to shave hair. "This is in the interest of time, you know. After this, you shave your own legs when your trainer tells you. Maybe we help with the backs of the thighs."

Maria lay back, mind reeling. It's really happening, I'll look like a woman. Be a woman. Except for one detail. I'll get out of this someway.

A leg done, Maria twisted to allow DeeDee access. DeeDee's hand squeezed her buttock. "You got a nice little tush already, Maria. I mean it's never going to be broad enough for ass men, but when you're done, you'll look nice in a bikini bottom. No thongs though. Not without a nip and tuck."

Maria lay still, shame creeping over her at DeeDee's free grope of her body. She's not bad looking. Why the shame that she's touching me?

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"

"I though I wasn't supposed to speak, Mistress DeeDee."

"That's just in training. Lookee, you're won't be able to act like a zombie through your contract. You'll have to respond to conversation and flirting. Just remember your place, don't intrude when things are quiet, don't take the lead. Just like a good enlisted man in the service."

"I've never been in the service."

"Guessed not. Let me get the outside of your calf." Six strokes removed the last hair from her legs. DeeDee's hand tested the smoothness, stroking against the grain. "Not bad, if I do say so." She swished the razor in the water. "O.K. Sweetcakes. Scoot down and spread up. Lift those dimpled knees and cock 'em open."

Maria panicked even as she complied. "Mistress, you're not going to rape me, are you?"

DeeDee laughed, deep and hearty. "Not enough time. Tempting thought though. Just a little more work." DeeDee pushed Maria's prick under, strapping it in place with a piece of surgical tape.

She dampened Maria's bush, working up a lather. "Don't flinch. Miz Costello wants bare and sexy, not nicked and bloody." DeeDee denuded her with short strokes, frequent swishings in the pan. A second lather, long strokes removed the stubble.

DeeDee stroked the mound. "Nice soft Mons Venus you got there. Put a slit in it, and the boys would line up for miles to catch a glimpse behind a gauze curtain. Believe me, I saw 'em when I was AP."

"You worked for a newspaper, Mistress DeeDee?"

DeeDee snorted. "That's a laugh. No, Air Police. In the Air Force."

"Mistress, why do you keep saying I should have a pussy slit? I want to be a man again when this is over."

"Suit yourself, Sweetcakes. Five of your best years as neither this nor that wouldn't interest me. Believe me, being a woman with a good man is fantastic. Even my ex was O.K. 'til he started signing up for perpetual TDY. Hell, I was getting so little I might as well have been divorced."

DeeDee helped Maria off the table. "Here, put these on." She handed her a pair of white cotton panties. "I wonder where that smock is?"

A girl from the salon knocked on the door. She led the way to the salon, the smocked and slippered Maria between her and DeeDee. Maria studied the layout, hoped to remember it if she got a chance to break away. Maria guessed her first escape attempt would be the last, one way or the other. And the same went for drawing attention for help.

Maria was washed and delivered without discussion. Sylvia combed and clipped her without a word, her only contact a few glances at her eyes in the mirror. It was only as she pulled up her curler basket that she broke silence. "What I'm doing is just for your photos. Your hair's too straight for this every day without a tight perm. Miz Costello says your hair's to grow anyway. We'll be down every couple of days to teach you how to do your hair. Just call me Miss Sylvia. You O.K. with this?"

Maria shrugged. "I'm just along for the ride."

Sylvia coated her hair with setting gel. Rollers flew, mediums for a smooth swept bang, small ones to direct the sides onto her cheeks, tiny ones for a curled top. Faster than she would have guessed possible, her head was covered, no place left for a curler where the hair would hold one. Sylvia stepped back. Maria started to rise. "Wait one. One more thing."

Maria settled back in the chair as Sylvia placed a short ruler to her cheek. One pencil mark, two, then she crossed to the other side. She sat quietly wondering what was next, knowing with DeeDee in the waiting room, there was no chance to escape. Besides the collar, DeeDee had a good six inches and ten pounds of solid muscle on her.

"This will sting a little." Whappa! Pause. Whappa!

Maria looked stunned in the mirror at two gold studs. Annie wanted me to get pierced ears, but I didn't need the attention it would bring.

Sylvia stood at her other side. "Hold still" Whappa! Whappa!

Maria sat frozen in the chair, the act of piercing driving home that her body was no longer her own. Sylvia stood before her, inserting another stud in the gun. "Lean back. Close your eyes. Spread your nostrils."

A nose ring? A stud in my nostril wall? What's she planning to do, put me in a sari and sell me to some Indian doctor?

Whappa! Maria couldn't help but flinch. Her eyes sprung open. Despite the pain, she was surprised not to see a gold ball perched on her nostril. "Where? I don't understand?"

Sylvia smiled, the first sympathetic smile she'd seen in two days. "We'll put your ring in two weeks, when your septum's healed. Miz Costello said you liked Arabian Nights, so a ring is to fall on your upper lip."

I liked? She liked! Nose pierced like a prize bull. No, a cow. A slave cow with a ring for a leash to lead me before buyers for inspection. Tears welled up in Maria's eyes.

Sylvia patted her shoulder. "I know; it hurts a bit. But you'll like how dangling earrings look and feel in your ears. Now for your nails."

Sylvia led her to a young Oriental woman at a manicure table. She settled under a dryer as they chatted in what she realized was Vietnamese. The young woman held up one bottle then another as they settled on her nail color: Dragon Red. Her hands soaked while she did her toes. They dried while she trimmed and filed and shaped her nails. Other than a few quick professional smiles between sets, she said nothing, not that she could have heard anything over the hum of the dryer.

Sylvia checked the set's dryness before color brushed Maria's finger tips. A few words passed, the young woman nodded and Sylvia walked away. Maria couldn't help but notice the shine of her magnificent black hair, caught behind in a long figure eight chignon, jeweled chop sticks thrust into it.

Nails done, she was led back to Sylvia, carefully stepping so her toes would not be marred. Sylvia pulled the curlers from her head, smiled into the mirror. How do you like Mai's work? She's your manicurist. She's only worked here a few months."

Maria spread her fingers, looking at the bright polish. "Looks fine. Not that I know how to compare it. I guess I'd expect more of a point."

"Not until you grow more. In a couple of months, they won't be so blunt. Eat gelatin to grow strong nails. Now lean back."

"What now?"

"Eyes. Shape and dye your brows and lashes. Make your face sexy. Make all the boys want you."

"But I don't want the boys to want me, Miss Sylvia."

"Sure you do. Otherwise you wouldn't be here. But maybe girls will want you too."

I wonder if I can ask her to get help? Maybe it's a test. And if I flunk, it's slow death. Maybe when she comes to teach me about hair.

Maria tried to relax as she lay back. But she didn't have a chance among throbbing ear lobes, a pulsing, itching nose, and the sting of brow hairs coming out. Even the brief waiting for the dye to set filled with residual pain. The only good thing was that she hurt so much her penis didn't fight the tape.

Sylvia did her makeup while Maria lay back Foundation, blush, eyeliner, eyeshadow, lip liner, lipstick were successively applied. The cool of foundation smoothed down her neck. "Don't want you looking like a No actress with a makeup line on your jaw."

Sylvia lifted Maria up and began combing out the set. Maria was astonished to see a fairly attractive young woman with thin, light brown brow arches look back from the mirror. The neck could more slender. A little roll shows when I lower my head. Nothing losing a few pounds wouldn't cure. Dammit, if I don't get out of this I may wind up in some old guy's bed getting butt fucked every night.

Sylvia teased and fluffed hair onto her cheeks, smoothed and swept the bang across her forehead. The front curls were separated, defined, sprayed into place, a few gold pins invisibly molding the part.

Maria was astounded. Her head was that of a pretty girl, striking without being cheap. A little more of this and attracting attention short of completely stripping will be hopeless. Sylvia started the back.

"Uh, Miss Sylvia? How long did it take you to grow your hair?"

"I haven't really cut it in five years and I started with fifteen inches of hair. Why? Do you like it?"

"It's beautiful. I just wondered how it might feel to have hair like that."

"Most of the time it's just there, or a dead weight if loose. But when it flows over you, when your lover plays with it, touches you through it, it's the most erotic feeling you can imagine short of orgasm. If you stick with it, your hair could be between two and five feet long depending on how fast and how long it grows. With your face, long hair isn't your best style. But you could wear it up. There. All Finished. How do you like you?"

"Stunned. I wouldn't have thought. . . You're too good, Miss Sylvia."

"Thank you. We try. Shame it's just photos. Getting done for a date can be really good foreplay."

"I doubt I'll have that problem for awhile."

"Don't be so sure. I understand you have a lot to learn about being a girl. And being a woman can be a blast. Laissez les bonne temps roulez!" Sylvia hugged his neck from behind.

Is she lez? Kinky? If she helped me escape would it be to clap me in some Oriental sex den? A sex toy for a gang of Oriental beauticians? Locked in a cage in a basement, until they give me a cunt to sell me overseas as the round eye mistress of some Chinese tycoon? Maria's mind worked overtime.

Sylvia led Maria back to the front, holding her hand while DeeDee signed the ticket. She squeezed her fingers as DeeDee led her down the corridor to the Ponderosa Boutique, still in her Benders salon smock. The silver haired clerk closed the door and flipped the sign to "Closed."

"Is this Maria? Miz Costello said she needed to borrow clothes for some photos. Underwear Miz C pays for, the rest can do an out and back. Step over here, Honey, and let's get you measured up."

The smock hit the floor, revealing Maria's male form, except for the genitalia hidden behind blue fabric. "You are boyish, aren't you. No tits at all to speak of."

"I am a boy! A man!" A jolt surged through Maria, staggering her.

"Honey, we get all kinds here. California dreamin' is just a hop and a skip away. If she uses a boy for a shoot, she can get whatever cleavage she needs." The woman bustled into the back, humming to herself.

DeeDee stepped close, hissed in her ear. "One more word and you're buzzard bait. Verstein?"

Maria nodded, still trying to catch her breath from the shock.

"Alrighty. Nice blue bra to match your sweet panties. Blue looks so nice on blondes, don't you agree, Honey? A little padding to give a hint of a figure. 'A little black dress,' she said. How about this? Knee length, square yoke with a nice rounded vee to where your breasts would be? Mid-heel black pumps, a gold bangle bracelet, a little faux pearl necklace, and a sky blue scarf for variety. Try them on, Honey, try them on."

Maria stood there blank, dazed, having no idea what went on how.

"If you would help her, Miz Eaton. She's a bit overwhelmed."

"Certainly, certainly. Bra first, Honey." Miz Eaton had her standing before a three way mirror within five minutes, turning to see the fit, the smooth draw across her slim ass. The heels added swell and definition to her calves, the padding and neckline cut made her look endowed. Maria's heart sank. I already looked like an attractive young woman. Old geezer's bed, here I come. But better one old geezer than a brothel and AIDS.

With the scarf tied over her head and sunglasses hiding her eyes, she headed down the corridor on DeeDee's arm, seemingly protected, actually ensnared. The faux pearls lay in DeeDee's pocket, stun collar firmly in place.

As they waited for the elevator, a middle aged man stumbled around the corner, tripped, fell against them. "Excuse me, ladies." He tipped his hat, staggered down the corridor, headed for the men's room.

DeeDee snorted. "Potted already. They get in the casino and time means nothing to them. I'm surprised he didn't try to pick us up."

"He pinched my butt," Maria sniffed.

The elevator opened and DeeDee steered her on board. "What you did back there was stupid. You're going to hurt for that stunt. And it's a shame to hurt someone who looks as good as you do already. I mean we could have some fun together and it could go easier for you."

"You mean 'Ma'mselles short of rent do it, so let's fall in love?'"

"You get my drift. You're quite a looker in that cute little dress, and knowing that you're equipped down below, well, it'd be different. And I could teach you a trick or two."

Hit on by a gorilla first day in the joint. Even if it's a female gorilla. That's only supposed to happen in movies. "You know my address."

DeeDee grinned as they stepped off the elevator. "I'd like to let that little incident slide, but Miz Eaton is a babbler. But I'll lay it on how sorry you were. And you really didn't know what you had said."

"DeeDee, Sweetheart, may I get something to eat? They didn't feed me yesterday, and I just won't be any good if all I can think of is food."

"Just as soon as the shoot's over. I'm supposed to call up as soon as I have you back dressed and waiting. Half an hour tops. Then something filling that won't fill out that cute figure of yours."

What's the price of a hamburger? A pussy lick and butt fuck?

DeeDee unlocked the door and led Maria inside. The room had been cleaned out while she was made over. Canisters had been added to the tracks around the walls. Now she saw the room was about forty by fifty, the ceiling at least fourteen feet high. Exercise mats occupied the right side, blue sheets hung on the wall to the left in front of a stage spot. A mat lay at the back wall under the blankets and pillow, an improvement on the bare floor of the previous night. A low deep table, legs scarcely more than a foot high, sat near the pallet. Two bowls and two buckets stood next to it. Beside them were a roll of toilet paper, a set of towels, and a roll of paper towels. The ends of twenty foot leads attached to ceiling hooks coiled in the middle of the room and on her pallet. Two stools and a single table sat to the right, covered with collars, locks, leads and leashes, sash cord and chains, the riding crop and a cat'o'nine tails.

"Home, sweet home, Sweetie. Let me make you comfortable before I call in." DeeDee led Maria to the table, picked up a D-ring lined collar. "Chin up." It slipped under her chin, just above the shock collar. DeeDee buckled it in place, snapped a padlock on the clasp, then removed the shock collar. She picked up the stool and led Maria back to the middle of the room, helped her sit down. She set a bucket down beside her, "in case you have to go," then disappeared.

Maria looked around her prison cell. She shivered, only partly from the cold. She stood up, walked to the door, was jerked up short a good three feet from the door. Stretch as she could, choking off the air, her finger tips could just scrape the door knob. She settled down on the stool, put her head in her hands and began to cry.

Maria wiped her eyes and raised her head at the sound of the latch opening. DeeDee walked in beaming. "It'll just be a few minutes. God, you look good. I can hardly wait. What do you want to eat afterwards? Soup? Chili? Stew? Have you been crying?"

Maria nodded. "I'm scared. I need somebody to protect me."

"Play along with me and nothing really bad will happen to you, Sweetie. Now let's get you looking nice for your shoot." DeeDee showed she was really woman when a compact appeared from her purse and she repaired the tracks of Maria's tears. "Now smile and be brave, and I'll make you feel better real soon."

Marilyn knocked on the door within five minutes, a woman with honey blonde hair flowing over the top of her exercise leotard in tow. "Maria, this is Mistress Irene. She will be in charge of your exercise program and diet. She's going to help with your shoot today. These are just a few intro photos, nothing fancy, one step up from snap shots, just something to accompany your prospectus. Now walk over by the sheet."

Maria pulled up short at the end of the lead, looked about helpless. "Mistress DeeDee, get her out of that. We can't shoot her in a bondage collar. Not for this, anyway." Freed of the collar, Maria was put in the faux pearl necklace, then posed on the stool before the bright, hot stage light.

Marilyn shot disc after disc of pics, using the theory that sheer luck was bound to produce a good one. She did carefully position Maria for what she called her "pageant head" shot, a three quarter view, chin slightly raised, demure smile pic. Even for that she ran the gamut, scarf on, scarf off, sunglasses down on the nose, earpiece between her teeth. At last she finished, releasing Maria to rest.

No wonder models feel like slaves, a piece of meat. Desired for what can be done to them, not done with them.

"Hook her up if you have to leave, Mistress Deborah. Otherwise let her move about. It will do her good. Her placement service will be here in an hour to interview her. Leave her dressed until that's done."

DeeDee saluted smartly, but she was frowning when she turned to Maria. "There goes afternoon delight. But there's always overtime.

"But I promised you some vittles. What do you want?"

"Cheeseburger and fries?"

"Lord, no. Way too many calories. Soup and salad?"

Maria's head shook. "I could eat a horse. Raw! You said there's stew?"

"The Silver Palace makes the best Irish this side of the Sierras. Do you good. Lots of veggies. I'll have them go easy on the potatoes. A nice crisp salad with olive oil and balsamic vinegar. And water. I'll have the same." DeeDee led her back to the pallet before putting on her collar and hooking on the lead. "You rest 'til I get back. Don't go 'way now. Give Auntie Dee some sugar." DeeDee kissed Maria lightly before slipping through the door.

Maria threw herself on the pallet, beating her fists on the pillow. God, how I hate myself! Giving in to that bitch! For a bowl of stew I wouldn't have touched three days ago.

Maria tugged at her collar in frustration, knowing it would not give. Her fingers touched the clasp, a simple slide back hasp. The collar won't come off, I wonder. Fingers fumbled with the hasp, pulled back the bolt. Free, free at last. Maria scrambled up, ran to the door, turned the knob, pulled. Locked! Locked in! Maria wanted to cry.

But now I know something they don't. Maybe, just maybe, if I give DeeDee a good ride she'll go to sleep and I can slip out. Once on the street, I should be able to get help. Even if I have to cop a plea, the Nevada State Pen has got to be better than this.

Maria walked back to her pallet, reattached the lead to her collar and lay down. Rest, I need rest.

DeeDee was back in ten minutes, two food covers on her arm. The disdained stew tasted wonderful. Maria let DeeDee touch her, stroke her, pretending to be comforted by her attentions. DeeDee led her to the pallet and they lay together. Maria pleaded fatigue to turn away. DeeDee stroked her nape, rubbed her back through the dress, touches that felt good so long as Maria could block out the source.

All too soon for DeeDee, a knock sounded on the door. She helped Maria up, unfastened the collar, led her to the door. Sharon and Marilyn stepped through, sensing from body positions that DeeDee was more than just Maria's guard. "So this is Maria. So nice to meet you at last. Mistress Marilyn has just been raving about you and I see you're everything she had to say. And more." Maria blushed in spite of herself, forgetting for the moment this woman was her procurer, the agent of her sale into slavery.

Sharon pulled up a stool to the table, producing a folder from her portfolio. "Just a few basic questions. You are lovely you know. Those pics Mistress Marilyn took don't start to do you justice. But never mind, we'll have more made after you fill out some. Have you seen the photos?"

Sharon fished out pages, laid them out on the table. Quietly, slyly she involved Maria in selecting the best poses, flattering, appealing, even playful. She watched Maria relax as she became involved, judging whether this con man, this miscreant, this culprit could accept a fate as a feminized servant or secretary. She had no wish to damage her business reputation by placing a perpetual problem without the buyer being aware he had a handful. As Maria debated which were her best poses, Sharon became convinced that, with proper handling, she would accept being a coman, if not, like Mimi, opt to become a woman.

Soon Sharon had the basic information to begin exploring for interest in her new project. Height, weight (fudge it down), age, physical description, basic health history. Domestic skills (pitifully light), office skills (surprisingly good), language skills (English good, otherwise nil). Sexual experience. What a pleasure to give this one a dose of his own medicine. Love 'em and leave 'em on his knees for the encounter of the hour. Family ties (black sheep, no steady love interest). Patience (claimed good, but unlikely; maybe with children). Other interests (none beyond making money the easy way and chasing skirts). Fashion sense (good but undeveloped). Artistic abilities (some dance and choir in high school). Not the perfect domestic candidate, but in ninety days she might look good enough for a man to overlook a few little shortcomings. A better candidate for office work, especially if she were willing to polish a few knobs.

"All right, that's enough for now. Maria, I think we may be able to place you on a five year contract that will fetch enough to pay my fee, your loss to Mistress Marilyn, and the costs of getting you ready. You are certainly fetching, much more so than I had imagined. With work on your appearance, perhaps developing some of those artistic talents, you may be quite desirable. I may be able to place you in ninety days, perhaps a bit longer, certainly no more than six months. You have a lot to learn and not much time to learn it. My guess is you'll have to learn more in the next ninety days than you've ever had to do in that time in your life."

Sharon bent down, kissed Maria firmly, her tongue probing. Maria responded, mouth opening, tongue tasting the probe. Sharon pulled back, looking into bright eyes, glancing at DeeDee's stiff body. "Let's you and I talk a little about what we can do with her, Miz Costello."

"Alright. Mistress Deborah, get her clothes back to the Ponderosa. I don't want any more expense with her than I have to bear."

"Mistress Marilyn, might I ask a favor?"

"What is it, slave?"

"May I have a nightgown? The room is cold and I might become ill from the chill."

"Seems reasonable. See to it. Warm, serviceable but inexpensive."

Sharon and Marilyn left for her office. In the elevator Sharon turned to her friend. "Who has the keys to that room?"

"Deborah, for one. I have a copy of every key in my office. There's probably one in the Steward's since it was a wine cellar. Why?"

The door opened and four patrons got on, pressed one of the room floors. The two friends got off on three, settled into Marilyn's office. "The room has been recently cleaned. Whose key did they use?"

"Housekeeping has a key to practically everything so they can clean up. I suppose that one. What's with this interest in keys?" Marilyn's eyebrows twisted in puzzlement.

"This one could be trouble in more ways than one. Lord knows her libido isn't hurting right now. Let's see about that once the hormones kick in. She's already got your Chief of Security in a dither. She was stiff as a board when I kissed Maria. What you're doing isn't exactly kosher. What's going on shouldn't be a topic of general conversation. You ought to have that lock changed with a limited key set. That little chicken gets loose, even with, or maybe especially with, a nice set on her, and we're all in the stew."

"Are you saying you don't want to handle her sale?"

"Placement, please. No, it could be interesting, either as a one shot deal or a new line. Your, Anton, wasn't it? project has possibilities and a certain poetic justice, professionally and sexually. We just have to think and rethink what we're doing.

"I suspect I can place her in Mexico, perhaps as a nanny, perhaps as a secretary, certainly up the pay ladder from mere maid. If she turns out as pretty as this first effort promises, some quirky old man may buy her for a bed warmer. That wouldn't twist my heart strings any. I've placed more than my share of pros, but they've been practicing whores."

"You think Deborah's a problem?"

"She's involved. Or wants to be. The sooner you get this show settled so she doesn't have to be involved, the less chance of an accident. I doubt she'd do anything deliberate, but men aren't the only sex that lets their genitals replace their brains."

"Let's see, beautician, trainer. Dance instructor? What else?"

Sharon shifted slightly in her chair, looked out the window. "Who's going to administer her hormones?"

"Her trainer."

"Who's taking her to the doc?"

"I will. With Deborah."

"Feed her?"

"I guess I will. And her trainer."

"Bathe her?"

"We'll use an empty room's bath."

"Somebody has to escort her."

"That's Deborah. Twice a week."

"I'll bet she has long baths. The rooms don't lock in, do they?"

"Can't. Fire regs."

"Double the security. Make up some story to prevent her slipping out. Protective Witness program or some such crap. What about clothes?"

"I hadn't planned on giving her any."

"Maria was right," Sharon mused. "That room is good for wine, but it's too chilly for nudes. Blankets help, but she can't lie around all the time. She needs to be comfortable dressing, wearing feminine clothes, especially lingerie, garter belts, corsets. She's going to need something to throw on. And somebody will have to pick up and deliver her laundry."

"What will make her more, uh, placeable?"

"Appearance. Posture and poise. Flexibility. Some entertainment value beyond the obvious. Maybe she can sing and dance some. God knows, she can't be worse than what passes for talent in some beauty contests. She has some fashion sense, I think. Encourage it so she looks good. Domestic skills: cooks and cleans and all the girls love her. Except she can't love them back. You'll have her health confirmed? No AIDS, no STD. And above all, attitude. There's a wider market if she's willing to be placed rather than be a shrew who has to be tamed and watched. You can't watch your back while you're sleeping. Make her beautiful and willing, especially if she'll go for full conversion, and she'll bring a bundle."

"Sounds like killing her would be easier."

"Yeah, but not a tenth as much fun. Imagine her going off on the some hidalgo's arm, looking back, scared to death she'll be polishing a bed knob for the next five years. Or matched to some young swain who'll make her his concubine and she can't wait to spread like hot butter for him. And it's all your doing, Mrs. Higgins."

"With your help, Mrs. Pickering."

"How simply frightful!"

"How terribly delightful!"

 

Chapter Five

 

"Is this everything, Sweetie?"

"I'm down to bra and panties. And I'm cold."

"You just bundle up in blankets. I'll be back in a jiffy to warm you up."

"Aren't you going to chain me up?"

"And where are you going to go? Through a locked steel door? You just relax and rest until I get back. Gimme sugar."

Maria kissed DeeDee, her tongue flicking across her lips. DeeDee slipped out the door. Broads! They never change. The promise of a little nooky, and they go all soft and gooey. Maria heard the bolt shoot home. She studied the lock for a minute. Keyed on both sides, if she just had a pair of pliers! She walked the perimeter of the room, looking for anything useful that might have been forgotten. Nothing.

Maria sighed, turned out the lights except the center one, crept to her pallet. She spread the mat, the blankets, slipped between the soft wool. She clutched herself, half hating herself for what she was about to do, half triumphant thinking another woman would give her everything she wanted and then some. I ought to put in a plea for her when I get out of this mess.

The prick twitched for the first time that day, pushing against the tape. She reached inside her panties, peeled away the restraint. Fingers slid over bare flesh and she shuddered at the memory of being shaved. I'm going to screw pussy. I've done it hundreds of times. Why do I feel dirty, like I was being raped? Because I am, you whore.

Maria remembered her face in the salon mirror, the contact sheets with the pretty, smiling face. I'm pretty. I should be loved, not fucked and forgotten. His thoughts drifted to Annie. I haven't been with her for two months. She probably thinks I've forgotten her. I was rotten. I should have at least called. Ah-h, she's better off without me.

Maria pulled her pud up between her legs, the meat growing under her touch, growing as the blankets trapped her heat. She dozed off, tired, relaxed at being unbound.

 

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"Maria? Sweetie? I've brought you something." A hand shook Maria awake. She rolled, blinked, saw DeeDee bending close. "God, you're beautiful." DeeDee bent down, kissed her lips, sucking them lightly. Her fingers stroked her cheek. "Sit up, Sweetie. I've been shopping."

Maria sat up, self-consciously pulling the blanket over her bra, as if she could hide her vulnerability. DeeDee knelt beside her, holding up a blue baby doll nightie, new and crisp, frilled with little ribbon bows.

"I got you a long flannel too, so you won't be cold, but I thought, well, it's just not very sexy and a girl should feel special her first time. Do you want me to help you put it on?"

Maria shook her head. Special? Try dirty, like it will never wash off. Out, damned spot! Out, I say! But a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

"I'll go over here and get undressed. Be back in a flash, Sweetie."

Maria shuddered, but stood up from the warm blankets, unhooked her bra, slipped the new nightie over her head. Once under the blanket, she slipped her panties down her smooth legs. All this smooth skin! I feel like a virgin about to give it up. Not because I want to, but because he won't stop asking. Maria huddled against the wall, the mat barely cutting the hardness beneath her. My knees or hers working against this?

DeeDee stood over the pallet, naked, her dark bush barely visible in the low light. Maria smelled the familiar odor of a woman in heat waft down from her. DeeDee knelt by the pallet, pulling back the cover. ""Let me see my Sweetie, let me see how you look in your sweet gown."

Maria shrank back from exposure, closed her eyes as if she could make it not happen.

"Oh God, you're so beautiful, I can't stand it." DeeDee slipped under the covers, pulled the blanket up. "It's cold in here. Come warm me up."

Maria moved close, wrapped in the arms of the larger woman beside her. "Br-r-r. Warm me up, Sweetie." Hands moved briskly over Maria's arms, as if the friction would break more chills than that in the air. DeeDee settled down in the covers, drawing Maria up to her. Gently she kissed her lips, stroked her hair, smoothed her neck. Her leg slipped between Maria's thighs, parting them and opening her to her pressure.

Maria rolled back, freeing an arm. "Something wrong, Sweetie?"

"Can't breathe. Air."

"It's just excitement. Anticipation is the spice of life. I'll be gentle." DeeDee pulled her body close, reaching down to position the ball sac where her leg would not bruise them. She touched the wand, felt it warm and grow in her hand. "See, you're almost ready for me."

Maria bit the back of her hand, betrayed by the response to the unwanted stroking. I will be taken. And I will respond. And I will hate myself in the morning. Unless, unless I escape.

DeeDee kissed Maria's neck, sucking small bits into her mouth. Her tongue trailed kisses, exploring the pulse points. A hand slipped through the folds of the baby doll, enveloping the small mound, thumbing the nipple. Maria sucked in and arched despite herself. Men are all alike. Given a hot box, they can't help themselves. She'll wish I were buying her before I'm through with her. There won't be anything virginal about her in six weeks.

DeeDee's hand enveloped the prick, coaxing it to fullness. It stood full and rampant, offering itself to be encased, milked, sucked dry. DeeDee heard Maria moan, felt her clutch to her. Her thigh pushed Maria's aside, spreading her knees. DeeDee's hand moved down, pushing Maria's hips down, pulling her legs up. "Hush, Sweetie, just let me have you."

Maria felt herself on her back for one of the few times in her life. Her legs were spread, ankles together for the first time. She felt DeeDee roll between her legs, her breasts resting on her chest. DeeDee reached down, grasped her prong, steadied it, raised and lowered her wet box onto the shaft. The first squeeze of her vagina walls caused Maria to gasp, her thighs closing, grasping the great encompassing hips pinning her down.

DeeDee hunched, rocked, lifted and dropped her hips, raping the sensitive head within her. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Maria's little cries drove her on in her conquest, her hips grinding to gain contact between her clit and his bare mound. A series of shimmies caused Maria to cling to her, a responding shiver running from hips to glans. "Oh! Oh! Oh, migawd!" Maria's body clamped tightly, shivered and shook, DeeDee's sensitive button receiving her loins. DeeDee's hips bucked, shivered, her flood flowing down her tunnel to greet the hot, spurting jism of her lover.

Maria clutched to the warmth above her, seeking to prolong the moment. But inevitably she relaxed, fell back, her prod shrinking within the captivating hole. The weight pressed her into the hard floor, she couldn't draw breath. "Air! Weight!" Maria understood women's protests when Anton wanted to remain on them.

DeeDee slid over, sliding her arm under Maria's shoulders. Softly she nuzzled Maria's neck, gently she kissed her ears. Maria shuddered, the moment of passion fading back to revulsion at yielding.

"They're sore, aren't they?"

"What?"

"Your ears. From piercing. We must clean them. And your nose."

"Oh. Yes."

"So how was your first girlie fuck? All you'd hoped for?"

Maria shuddered. How could she be so crude? It's bad enough I have to, but then this. "It was wonderful. You're very good. You make me feel so small, so protected." Bleeh! "Was it good for you?"

"You were great. And so full. Being pretty agrees with you." DeeDee's voice grew soft. "And you are beautiful. And you will be even more beautiful. We will make beautiful love. We really will."

"Hh-m." Maria nestled close in her warmth, sleep drifting over her. She tucked her arms between them, comforted by DeeDee's large breasts. She felt a blanket tuck softly behind her as she drifted off.

Maria awoke to hands stroking her thighs, caressing her mound, fondling her prick. Startled, she realised she was hard again, erect, her balls swelling with another charge. "See, Sweetie, you love it. I'm good for you. You should have tried this woman thing long ago."

Before she knew what was happening, before she could protest, she was on her back again, legs spread, penis engulfed in warm wetness. The hunching grinds, the rocking moves, the insistent squeezing, milked her charge through her. "No! No! No!" Her thighs struggled, pressed against the hips imprisoning her. The electric shimmy of the orgasming DeeDee brought her over the top, the uncontrollable explosion shooting through her. "No! Oh, No! Oh! Oh!" The last shivers brought her to a standing upthrust, frozen against the body above her, dumping her essence into the cavern. She collapsed, gasping, subsiding away from her rapist.

"God, you're one hot little piece of ass. I have to go, Sweetie, but I'll be back. We'll have lots of good times before you go." DeeDee kissed her neck, arose from the blankets. Maria curled up in the blankets, permeated with the odor of their coupling, balled up and began to cry softly.

Dimly she became aware of a mass over her, looked up at DeeDee standing over her. "Gotta clean you up. Sit up and I'll swab your ears."

Maria sat up, clutching the blanket to her as if she could ward off another unwanted coupling. Gently DeeDee removed and cleaned each stud, each hole, warding off infection. She used a cotton swab to reach inside the nose, bathing the stud with alcohol. Maria drew back from the sting. "I know, baby, it smarts. But Mama's little girl needs to stay well."

Finished, DeeDee withdrew through the light, pausing at the door. "Night, night. Don't let the bedbugs bite." Maria heard the latch slip home.

She threw herself down in the blankets and sobbed, long piercing cries of anguish.

 

 

 

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