This story contains material of a sexual nature. It has explicit descriptions of sex, bondage and non-consensual sex. If you are at all offended by this kind of story or are under age, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER! Any characters in this story are the property of Jayne Dell. This story is written for the sole purpose of entertainment and is not written for profit and cannot be transmitted, reproduced or otherwise traded for profit. If you have any comments, want to get in touch, please contact me at jaynedell1@yahoo.com . I will try to answer all mails.

 

Maid to Please

by Jayne Dell

 

Chapter Three

Jayne was seated at a large antique desk in her study, looking at an expensive computer showing the pictures taken of Victor from the night before. The early morning sunlight was streaming through the window, lighting up the tastefully decorated room. Birdsong could be heard outside the half open French windows.

Jayne was a pretty, young woman, about 5 feet 7 inches tall, with shoulder length straight black hair. She was wearing a pair of expensive slacks, and a simple red t-shirt. Her beautiful green eyes were scanning the pictures before her. Her friends often described her as a real life Lara Croft. The analogy was actually not far off, and she even looked quite like Angelina Jolie.

She was so engrossed in the pictures, that she nearly missed the respectful knock at the door.

"Enter." She said looking up from the screen.

The door opened, and a pretty young girl dressed in a black satin French maid's uniform entered carrying a tray with a tea set. She gave a quick curtsey.

"I thought you would like some tea, ma'am" she said.

"Rachel," said Jayne in greeting. "I would like some tea thank you. It's been a busy morning."

She paused and waved to the chair opposite.

"Please have a seat." She said.

The maid quickly and efficiently poured her mistress a cup of tea into a Wedgwood cup and saucer. Then she sat demurely at the chair opposite, carefully smoothing and arranging her black satin skirt and fluffy petticoats. She delicately crossed her black stockinged legs at the ankle and waited for her mistress to speak.

"Excellent work last night by the way." Said Jayne with a smile. "These pictures are first-rate. She already looks quite luscious. The client was very happy to see such a wonderful change in so short a time."

"Thank you Ma'am." Answered the maid. "We added the anal transducer and gave her the full set of hormones and mental suppressants last night. The muscle relaxants should also be effective by the time you need her."

The maid paused and then laid a small folder on the desk.

"As you ordered, we used the truth serum this morning in combination with the mental suppressants. She responded well, and I think we got everything. That's the report transcript on what we found. I have the tape if you would like to review it?"

Jayne gave another smile and reached over and picked up the report.

"No, that's okay. I trust you. Just give me the summary, how naughty has our little girl been?" she asked as she began to flick through the pages.

"She has roughly 2.4 million dollars in various accounts and hidden in her house. The majority of it was taken from the raids, but a respectful amount, nearly 40% has come from protection and blackmail."

Jayne shook her head and gave a low whistle.

"That much? Bad girl! Anything else?"

Rachel nodded.

"She is quite violent. A number of people have been hospitalised after her attacks. She's also a racist."

Jayne smiled.

"That explains the client's special request. Carry on."

"She has a major power hang up where women are concerned." Continued Rachel. "She sees them as inferior. She has beaten and raped at least five women in the last three years. One of the rapes was another police officer."

"Certainly looks deserving of our attention. Should be interesting to see her reaction to becoming 'inferior' " Remarked Jayne. "Very well, keep her under until two this afternoon. I'll see her then. I assume Rebecca is already out collecting the loot?"

"Yes ma'am" answered the maid. "We got all the account numbers and hiding places. She took Jim to help."

Jayne nodded and took a sip of the Jasmine tea and gave an appreciative sigh.

"What would I do without you? Give them a call. I want Jim back here this afternoon when I see Victoria. I'll need Leroy too. It's always useful to have them around when you're breaking a new girl in."

The maid nodded, and then paused for a moment.

"Do you think she will be difficult?" she asked. "She has quite a reputation of violence."

Jayne gave a short laugh.

"I managed with you didn't I? You were nearly as bad in the beginning. A real chauvinist pig hard case if I remember rightly."

The French maid glanced down at her feminine, satin clad body, then gave a slight blush and smiled shyly.

"Yes ma'am, I suppose I was. Will that be all?"

"Yes, thank you. Please have a light lunch ready for me at 1 o'clock. I'll take a quick swim before lunch and then see Victoria afterwards.

It was actually a little after 2 o'clock when Jayne entered the bedroom where Victor slept.

Victor was asleep on the silken bed, still wearing the pretty pink silk corset, panties and soft white stockings. The long blonde hair of his wig was still tied back with the pink bow into a pretty ponytail. A single hand with it's delicately painted pink nails rested on the silken covers. He looked lovely, every inch an utterly feminine girl.

Jayne walked over, and placed a folder on the bedside table. Then she sat down gently on the bed next to the helplessly feminised man. The first sessions were always the most difficult. She could normally tell then whether the man would easily accept his new feminine position, or whether he would fight tooth and nail. It was often surprising. Sometimes the real hard nuts caved in quickly, whereas the little geeks fought for weeks.

Jayne was honest with herself; she admitted that she got quite a rush from taking away a man's manhood. It was such a turn on to force these men who thought they were the top of the roost to accept female clothes, and their new position in the world. The more chauvinistic the better she thought. Forcing a real macho man to put on a bra, panties, garter belt and stockings was the best feeling in the world. She knew that this was her favourite part of the whole process. It was the look in their eyes as they realised what was happening to them, that a mere girl was taking away everything that made them a man.

Jayne was the only daughter of a very wealthy British lord. Technically she was Lady Jayne of Chartham, although she hadn't gone by that title since she had moved to the US five years ago. Her mother had died in an air crash soon after she was born, and she had never been close to her father. When she was five he had sent her away to various private schools designed to make her into the perfect lady. She spent her days learning to sew, to ride side-saddle and to dance prettily.

She had hated it even as she was forced to learn it. Her father had listened to none of her pleas, insisting that ladies needed to learn their place. Over time, she came to despise the arrogance of men like her father, men who thought that they were the peak of the world, and that women were simply to be moulded into their concept of a perfect helpless feminine lady.

She had resisted her father's desires, and instead of turning into a delicate rose, she had grown thorns. At the age of eight she had secretly taken up Aikido. She learned fast and by the age of fifteen, she was a black belt, not just in Aikido, but also in Judo and Karate.

She inherited millions from her father when he died when she was 14. Her first purchase had been to hire a private tutor so she could leave the hated school.

For the next seven years she drove herself ruthlessly, hiring the best people money could buy to train her. She built up her martial arts skills under a number of top sensei's, and also worked twelve-hour days on her education with top tutors. By the time she was 22, she already had degrees in Biology and Business, and a masters in Psychology.

For the last five years, she had hidden herself away here in her mansion, and concentrated on her real passion, doing to men, what her father had tried to do to her. She took strong, tough and (most importantly) corrupt men, broke them down and turned them into pretty feminine girls.

Both Rebecca and Rachel had been her creations. Rebecca had been a chauvinistic money launderer at a top bank, blackmailing female employees. Rachel had been a young pimp, forcing pretty college girls to work in his high-class brothel. She had broken them both, and then built them up again, turning them into perfect ladies, the kind her father would have approved of. Now both worked for Jayne, officially as her maids, and unofficially as her helpers, as she exacted her private revenge upon the world's most arrogant and corrupt males. They both looked totally feminine thanks to the expensive treatments they had received. Both were now totally loyal to their mistress, incapable of betraying her, and neither of them had worn trousers since the day they arrived in this house. Both normally spent the days willingly dressed in French Maid dresses and soft expensive lingerie.

Jayne only transformed about five males a year, often for clients willing to pay large sums of money. She always carefully vetted both her clients, and victims to ensure that the victim did indeed deserve to be turned.

She remembered with pleasure one client, about a year ago, who had lied to her and tried to get her to transform his business partner so he would gain control of their company. She had turned the tables on him, and taken her time slowly and inexorably taking away his manhood and turning him into a very sexy woman. That client now lived in a harem in Saudi Arabia, dressed in skimpy harem outfits and catering to her new husband's every kinky fantasy.

Most often the victims ended up serving the clients who paid for their transformation, normally as maids or trophy wives. The odd ones, like Rachel and Rebecca, Jayne kept for herself.

Occasionally Jayne would do a job without payment. This was often for a battered wife or some other woman who was suffering at a male's hands. In a way, they were the most rewarding jobs, because she could see the battered or blackmailed woman become visibly stronger when she showed them their helplessly feminised attacker. The wives often took their feminised husband back, and kept them as maids, showing them off to all their former friends.

Jayne remembered another case of a serial rapist. He had been terrorising a small community where one of her friends lived. When her friend had been raped, Jayne went personally to the town, set out a trap and caught the rapist. She contacted all the victims, and showed them the pictures and videos as she slowly transformed their attacker. One of the women insisted on returning the favour to her attacker. She dressed the transformed rapist in the same clothes that she had worn when raped, and then raped the feminised man with a huge strap-on dildo. The poor broken man was later sold to a brothel in Amsterdam.

Jayne had contacts all over the world, and rarely had a problem getting new clients or placing her victims. If the client desired it, she could send her victims to any number of places. There were a number of Arabian harems that always wanted her girls. Similarly, high-class brothels all over the world constantly requested her services. She had even installed one girl as a wife to a Russian crime-lord. Many men seemed to get a buzz out of sleeping with a man who had been involuntarily changed into a girl.

She had never yet failed to turn a man, but she wasn't about to start taking things for granted. She used a number of high tech techniques to break them down, physical, hypnotic, chemical, mental and technical. At her belt hung a small remote control device that was tuned to control a small implant in Victor's anus. With it she could inflict intense pain or intense pleasure. Either was normally enough to control and/or immobilise a man. She didn't expect to have to use it very often. With her martial arts skills she was more than capable of taking down most men, especially since most men seemed to consistently underestimate her prowess since she was 'just' a girl.

To make matters easier, she used a combination of drugs to slow her victim's mental processes, reduce their willpower and make them easier to manipulate. She also used a muscle relaxant that made her victim's far weaker. By the time she started her first session, they were normally far weaker than her, and she could easily physically dominate them. The strong tough men often found that the hardest to deal with. They were so used to dominating everyone, that it crushed them to be physically beaten by a girl. Especially when Jayne first spanked them. More than one of her victims had broken immediately when, she dressed them as a schoolgirl or maid, pulled them across her knee, lifted their skirts and spanked them until they cried. The use of powerful hormones probably also helped, upsetting their mental balance and making them unusually emotional.

The mansion had its own private, top of the range, operating theatre and pharmacy, capable of doing anything from cosmetic surgery to full sex reassignment surgery. Jayne had four specialist doctors on her payroll who were more than willing to help her with whatever she required in exchange for large sums of money.

Jayne looked again at the sleeping Victor, and then reached across and gently stroked his new long blonde hair. It was time to begin.

Victor awoke slowly. His mind was still slightly clouded by the drugs, and for a moment he was unsure where he was, and his memories of the day before were uncertain.

He opened his eyes, and focused blearily on Jayne's face.

Suddenly it all came crashing back. The club. The girl. The bondage, the girly clothes and the humiliating journey in the car. He sat up with a shout.

"Get away from me you....."

He stopped in horror. His voice? What had happened to his voice? He sounded like a girl. He coughed and tried again, but to his mounting dismay he still sounded like a girl. It was only then he became away of the strange bouncy weight on his chest. His eyes opened wide as he saw the soft breasts spilling out of the top of the tight pink corset that he wore. He could feel the weight pulling against his chest, but he took a sigh of relief when he reached up to touch them. He could not feel the touch of his fingers on them, so they had to be faked. He tried to pull them off, but he couldn't seem to manage. They were firmly glued to his chest and nipples, and he felt only pain as he pulled. As he touched his breasts, he noticed that his fingernails were delicately painted with a soft pink nail varnish. He looked in shock at his other hand, holding them both up in front of him, only to see that it was painted the same dainty pink.

Suddenly he pulled the silk bedclothes back, and reached between his legs, as a look of sheer terror crossed his face. He could only feel a strange smooth mound under his silky panties.

"Don't worry Vickie." Said Jayne soothingly. "It's all still there for now. We just covered it up so you would get used to it and look nicer in your new clothes. But don't worry, we'll get rid of it for you later."

Victor stared in horror at the pink clothes here wore. The tight pink silk corset and panties, and the ultra feminine white stockings. He didn't know what to do. Everything he looked at screamed pink femininity.

"What the fuck have you done to me you crazy bitch?" he screamed.

Even has he shouted, he realised that he sounded like a hysterical girl. It was too much. The next second Victor launched himself across the bed, intent on strangling the smiling Jayne.

Jayne however was ready for him. This was a standard response in the initial shock. Ninety percent of men, confronted with the beginnings of their feminisation resorted to violence.

She easily knocked aside Victor's outstretched hands, and then with the subtlest of twists, sent him sprawling face down on the bed.

"Vickie," she said tauntingly. "You fight like a girl!"

Victor gave a snarl of rage. The corset was very restrictive, and severely limited his movement and breathing. But in his fury, he simply wasn't thinking straight. He just wanted to hurt this girl, and make her pay for what she had done. Already beginning to gasp for oxygen, he launched himself again at the girl.

This time Jayne stepped into the attack, catching Victor's wrists and twisting. Victor gave a yelp of pain and tried to fight back. He 'knew' he must be stronger than this girl, but he couldn't seem to break her grip. He watched with dismay as Jayne, with seemingly little effort, slowly twisted his arms back.

This was impossible thought Victor. How could a mere girl be so strong? Victor fought with every ounce of strength he had, but Jayne slowly and relentlessly twisted his arms behind his back. Some of the drugs had already started softening his skin, and making it very sensitive. The tightness of Jayne's grip was very painful.

By now he was finding it increasing difficult to breathe. The corset was so tight that he simply could not breathe deeply enough to supply his body with the oxygen it needed for an extended struggle. His strength was already fading as Jayne succeeded in twisting both arms completely behind his back. The final humiliation came as, despite all his struggles, she easily held both arms there with just one hand, and used the other to pull him across her knee.

Before he knew what was happening, he found himself face down across her knees, his arms helplessly twisted painfully behind his back.

"Now are you going to calm down and be good a good girl Vickie, or do I have to spank you?" asked Jayne.

Victor was so lost in his rage that he barely heard her. Black spots were beginning to dance in front of his eyes as the lack of oxygen became acute. Despite his efforts, the lack of oxygen and the muscle suppressants had made his struggles almost non-existent, and Jayne was having no problem whatsoever holding him down.

SMACK!

Victor was stunned out of his rage as Jayne's hand slapped hard against him pantied bottom. He couldn't believe that this was happening to him. He hadn't been spanked for years, not since he was a little child. He had been in many fights over the years, and had never been humiliated like this. The lack of oxygen made him feel exhausted, and despite the humiliation, he was forced to simply lie there as Jayne slowly and methodically spanked him. Jayne was not holding back, and after just a few slaps, his bottom began to get very sore. After ten slaps, Jayne stopped and slowly caressed the bright red pantied bottom.

"There!" she said. "Are you going to calm down and be a good girl?"

"Fuck you!" snarled Victor in his girly voice.

"I do not appreciate foul language young lady." She said and resumed her spanking.

By the time he had been spanked thirty times Victor was in agony. The drugs had made his skin super sensitive and increased the pain dramatically. The pain receptors were at least 10 times as sensitive as normal. By the time Jayne reached fifty, tears of rage, humiliation and pain were streaming from his eyes and his bottom screamed with pain.

After fifty slaps, Jayne stopped and again slowly caressed the bright red pantied bottom.

"There!" she repeated. "I can keep this up for hours. Are you going to calm down and be a good girl? "

Victor's bottom was on fire and he was desperate for the pain and humiliation to stop. He couldn't believe that simply being spanked could be so painful. The thought of this going on for hours was intolerable. He found himself nodding involuntarily.

"I can't hear you." Said Jayne. "Say it!"

There was a pause, and then Victor mumbled something.

"Young ladies must learn to speak clearly." Said Jayne. "I cannot hear you. If you do not speak clearly I will continue spanking you. Say 'I will be a good girl' "

Victor bit back a curse, and with his face burning almost as brightly as his bottom, he reluctantly spoke.

"I will be a good girl," he said with his new feminine voice, sounding every bit the girl he unwillingly claimed to be.

Jayne gave a big smile. This was one of the moments she loved most.

"There," she said. "That wasn't so hard was it?"

She released his arms, and helped him to stand up. Victor stood up and backed away warily. He was sore all over, His bottom was agony, but his wrists and shoulders were also sore where he had been pinned. Unconsciously he rubbed his bottom, looking for all the world like a spanked little girl. In the struggle, his pink hair bow had come loose, and his long blonde hair spilled over his face and down his back. He looked at a tress in disbelief and then tried to pull it off his head. But the wig had been carefully applied, and his hair had been carefully pulled through hundreds of tiny holes in the wig. To pull it off he would have to pull off his own scalp. He stopped and stared at Jayne.

"You're in big trouble lady. Don't you know I'm a cop? My buddies will tear this town apart looking for me."

Jayne laughed at his weak attempt at a threat.

"I don't think so Vickie. Most of your so-called 'buddies' couldn't care less about you. Nothing was on the news about a missing cop. No one is looking for you. You're all alone."

There was a long silence as Victor considered what she had said. Was she right? Sure most of the other cops didn't like him, but they would have to look for him wouldn't they? He wasn't sure. Many of them might be glad to see him gone.

He looked across at the door, and wondered if he could make it there before Jayne grabbed him.

Jayne saw where he looked and nodded.

"I wouldn't try that if I were you. You remember the carrot and stick dildo from yesterday? While you were asleep we inserted a very similar device into your bottom. It's remote controlled, and we can still shock you or give you pleasure if we wish."

She paused and held up a small remote device hanging from her belt.

"But it also will stop you from going outside a certain area. If you do, it will deliver increasing electrical shocks directly to your nervous system. Rather painful I'm told. If you receive too much power it could result in permanent damage to your nervous system."

Victor looked at her, wondering if she was telling the truth. He couldn't feel anything inside his bottom. Maybe she was lying. He wondered whether to risk it.

"Let me demonstrate!" said Jayne as she pressed a button.

Before he could react, the most pleasurable feeling he had ever experienced started in his bottom. It only lasted seconds, but when it stopped he found that he had slumped to his knees gasping and moaning in his new feminine tones. It was horrible, he sounded like a girl having her first orgasm.

"I thought you would prefer the pleasure to the pain setting. That was level two by the way. It has four settings for both pain and pleasure. I can demonstrate the pain setting if you've forgotten what it's like. If you wish to test the range function please feel free. Try to leave the room. I won't stop you."

Jayne sat down confidently on the chair and waited.

Victor glanced at the door, then back at Jayne. He remembered the awful pain from yesterday, and had no desire to repeat it. Somehow he knew that Jayne was not bluffing. He shook his head.

"Why are you doing this to me?" he asked finally hating his feminine sounding voice.

"I told you that yesterday," she answered. "You've been a very bad girl and annoyed a lot of people. It's time you paid back what you owe."

"Who?" he demanded. "Who's doing this to me?"

Jayne smiled indulgently.

"I'm afraid the client would like to remain anonymous for now. But don't worry; you'll meet them when you're ready. I sent them some pictures earlier. They were very happy and are really looking forward to seeing you. Would you like to see the pictures?"

Without waiting for a reply, Jayne picked up the folder and took out a number of pictures. Victor stared in horror at the images of him, dressed in the pink silken lingerie lying provocatively on the bed. He did not remember these pictures being taken, although he looked quite wide-awake and happy in them. He couldn't let these pictures see the light of day. If they did he would be a laughing stock at best, ruined at worst. After seeing these pictures, no one would ever believe he had been forced.

"I should imagine that if these pictures got out, you'd be finished." Said Jayne mirroring his own thoughts. "Shame really, you look so pretty in your nice pink girlie undies."

There was a very long pause as Victor considered his situation. This bitch seemed to be holding all the aces. He couldn't leave because of the device in his bottom. She was unbelievably strong so he couldn't force her to let him go. And even if he did escape, she had the pictures. Maybe it was time to try a different tack to get out of this mess.

"Whatever they are paying you, I'll pay you more." He said finally.

Jayne shook her head.

"I'm being paid quite a lot. I doubt you could match it on a cop's salary" she said sadly.

"I have money." Said Victor. "How much are they paying? I'll pay you a hundred thousand to let me go."

Jayne laughed out loud.

"A hundred thousand. That's nothing. It would barely cover my expenses. You'll need to do a lot better than that!"

Victor calculated quickly. He didn't want to lose his money, but it was better than being here in this madhouse. Besides, once free he could track this cow down and make her pay. Probably even get his money back."

"What about a million." He said.

Jayne pretended to look interested.

"You have a million?" she said with a raised eyebrow. "Where would a cop get a million from?"

"That doesn't matter!" replied Victor. "I pay you a million, and you reverse what you've done to me and let me go."

Jayne shook her head.

"Oh no. The million was just to let you go. The reversal would cost a lot more. Let's say two million."

"I don't have that much money." Said Victor. "The best I could manage would be one and a half."

Jayne shook her head sadly.

"Shame!" she said.

Victor bit down on a curse

"Okay, two million." He snarled. "But you give me the name of the person who ordered this."

Jayne pretended to consider.

"Two million dollars. Do you really have that much?" she asked.

"I can get it." Said Victor. "Let me go and I'll get it."

Jayne smiled.

"No, I don't think I'll be letting you go just like that." She said.

"You'll have to," said Victor. You won't find it without me!"

Jayne reached into the folder and took out a sheet of paper.

"Oh I don't know." She said. "I think if I looked in under the second floorboard in your third bedroom I might find nearly five hundred thousand. In the space under the boiler I might find a quarter of a million. Another million in the box buried in your garden, and nearly another three quarters of a million in various off shore bank accounts. I'm not counting the two thousand one hundred and forty seven dollars in your official personal account."

Jayne pretended to look confused.

"You're in luck, that comes to around 2.4 million. You're worth more than you thought. Actually you were worth more. I have all the money now. You have nothing. Nothing to bargain with! What a shame."

Victor stood there in shock, his mouth actually hanging open.

"How....?" He whispered.

"How did we find it all? You told us. While you were out, we used a drug on you that helps you to tell the truth. You told us all about the money, the blackmailing, the rapes, the assaults, not to mention the planting of evidence. I think if this ever came to court you would be looking at going away for a very long time, maybe for life. Do you know what happens to cops in jail?"

She paused and looked around.

"Much the same as might happen here actually" she admitted. "But at least you'll enjoy it here a lot more."

Victor looked devastated. Everything was gone, his money, his career, his network of protection rackets. This crazy woman had an axe hanging over his neck. With a single call she could ruin his life. He knew that if he were ever sent to jail, a quick death would be the best he could hope for. There were guys in jail who would enjoy keeping him as their pet, and he could be in jail for a long time.

Jayne watched Victor intently. Moments like this were actually a real turn on for her. Victor was slowly realising that a mere girl controlled him completely. His male centric universe was crashing down around him. She had taken almost everything off him in a few short minutes, his money, his career and even his self-esteem. Now she would see if he collapsed and turned to putty, or whether he was made of sterner stuff. She watched his face carefully as he tried to come to terms with what had happened. For a moment she thought he was going to simply collapse as his face showed total despair, but then his anger took over, and his features twisted in rage.

"You bitch!" snarled Victor. "You won't get away with this. I'll see you dead!"

With a roar Victor launched himself across the room, intent on killing her.

He came quickly, swinging wildly with both fists. Jayne blocked his first punch, dodged his second, then clamped onto his forearm, twisted and threw the startled cop. Victor found himself flying through the air upside down, before crashing down on the bed. Before he could get up, Jayne jumped onto him. She sat astride his stomach and grabbing his arms and pinning them above his head. Victor was mortified when Jayne managed to hold both of his arms with just one hand. He struggled violently, trying to break her grip. The muscle relaxants had done their job well however, and Jayne had no difficulty whatsoever keeping him pinned down. Jayne laughed at his obvious embarrassment and she physically dominated the humiliated feminised cop. Pushing her advantage, her other hand moved down his body, and began to massage his chest area and breast forms through the silky corset.

"While you were asleep we gave you some nice injections." She taunted. "Soon you'll start to develop some pretty soft breasts and we can take away these nasty forms."

Her hand pushed lower down his body, cupping his fake vagina.

"And we injected here too Vickie. Your little willy is getting even smaller. I hope you enjoyed it in the car, because you'll never have another erection. Your testicles have stopped producing male hormones, and soon will wither and drop off. Then we'll take you to the doctor, and he'll make you into a real girl."

Victor's eyes widened in horror as Jayne continued to describe his eventual fate.

"Don't worry, we've got the best doctors in the country here. We'll give you some nice cosmetic surgery and make you very pretty. You'll be able to grow your hair long, and tie it with pretty bows. You'll be able to wear pretty long dresses and short skirts, soft lingerie and sensual stockings. The boys will go crazy over you. Your new owner has paid a lot of money for this. You should be flattered and grateful."

Victor had slowly stopped his useless struggling, and now lay in helpless despair under Jayne, breathing heavily.

"That's better!" said Jayne. "Now why don't we get you dressed into something pretty and feminine."

"Screw you." Scowled Victor helplessly.

"Screw me? No, I don't think that's going to happen."

She let go of Victor's arms and got off him.

"You have a choice here. You can either voluntarily put on the clothes I give you, or I'll have to punish you." She said.

Victor slowly got up and glared at Jayne. He had always solved his problem with violence, but for the first time in his life he found himself the weaker party. He had tried to attack Jayne twice, and twice she had humiliatingly beaten him. He wasn't quite sure what to do without resorting to violence, but there was no way he was letting her put more girl's clothes on him.

"I'm not putting on girl's clothes!" he insisted.

Jayne shrugged.

"Up to you. The boys will probably like you better in your pretty silk undies anyway." She replied.

At that moment the door opened and two men walked in and Victor went cold. One of the guys was white and one was black. Both were huge, at least six foot three and heavily muscled. Both were naked and sporting large errections.

"Vickie, I want you to meet Jim and Leroy. They've been looking forward to meeting you."

The large black man began stoking his massive cock, staring hungrily at Victor.

"I'm sure they'll enjoy a pretty little she-male like you, especially one dressed so scantily and provocatively. Perhaps you should reconsider my offer of more clothes."

The two men began to slowly advance on the terrified and defenceless Victor. He backed away, but soon found himself being herded towards the corner of the room.

"You can try to fight them off of course." Jayne paused and looked doubtful. "But then you couldn't even fight me off, so I don't fancy your chances. Have fun!"

At that moment the white guy rushed forward and grabbed at Victor. Victor managed to dodge, but found himself right in front of the large black man.

He screamed as the black man grabbed hold of him and forced him face down on a table. A second later the white guy also grabbed hold of him. Between them they forced his mouth open, and a large o-ring was jammed between his teeth. He bit down, but his mouth stayed wide open. With his arms pinned behind his back, he was helpless as the white man forced his way between his legs, and the black man took position holding his head, forcing it down so that he was staring at the huge cock right in front of him. He could see the enormous black erection waving just inches from his vulnerably open mouth. The black man inched forward, rubbing the moist head against his soft lips. At the same time, he felt the man behind him slowly pull his panties down, and he felt something touch his bottom. He moaned in fear and horror at what was about to happen to him.

Jayne walked over and stood beside him, gently stoking the long blonde hair off his wig. The two large men stopped, and waited, their cocks pointed at the feminised cop.

"Bet you wished you had obeyed me now eh?" she said. "Would you like another chance or should I leave you alone to get acquainted?"

She could see Victor desperately shaking his head and whimpering.

"So you now want me to dress you in pretty girly clothes?" she asked.

Victor nodded vigorously. Anything was better that being gang banged by these two queers.

"And you'll obey me without question?

Victor's face was burning with shame and humiliation as he nodded.

Jayne appeared to consider.

"I don't know. You were naughty. You do need to be punished. Don't you agree?"

Again Victor nodded unwillingly.

"But how shall I punish you? You were very nasty. What were your words, ah yes 'screw you'?"

She paused and then smiled.

"Maybe I should screw you? Yes that's a good idea. I'll give you a choice. Either the boys here can have their fun with you for the rest of the day, or I can screw you with this."

From behind her back she pulled out a pink strap on dildo. It was about six inches long, but quite thin. She held it next to Leroy's penis for comparison. It looked tiny compared to the enormous black penis.

"Hmm....I feel quite inadequate." Murmured Jayne.

"So, what's it to be Vickie?" she asked. "Me or the boys?"

  

  

  

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