Su-Lin's Revenge

by

Jean M. Chambers

 

Lace panties, bras, garter belts, stockings, and negligee may look pretty, but they are not comfortable. I can tell you from experience. As a former male, I used to love having my women wear them. Now that I'm forced to wear them every day I loathe them. The garter belt and stockings are always getting twisted. The bra constantly needs adjusting, and the lace g-string is a constant reminder of my status in life. I always thought every woman should wear makeup, too. Now that I have to apply it and wear it every waking hour of every day, I'm not so fond of it. Did I mention how wearing high heels all day make your feet numb and ache?

Then again, there is something to looking like a beautiful, oriental 'Barbie' doll. Eventhough it has been months, I still gasp at the sight that beholds me whenever I pass a mirror. It is strange, being turned on by your own reflection. Sometimes, I just stand in front of the full length dressing mirror, mesmerized by the Oriental lady's reflection staring back at me. Her long, black, china-doll hair, flows down gently over her shoulders. Slanted eyes, below arched brows, invite mystery. Her full, red, permanently pouty lips and gently heaving breasts beckon to be kissed and carressed. Wrap her up in the most beautiful, feminine, lingerie and you have a living, breathing, irrisistable sex machine. Not that I want to be a beautiful female. My mind will probably never accept what I have been forcefully turned into by my ex-girlfriend, Judy.

I used to like BDSM. Judy didn't. I guess I tied her up and tormented her one too many times. She then manipulated me into the life I now lead before I could stop her. I was forced into having plastic surgery, artfully administered by a friend of hers. I used to be a man, but anyone looking at me now, naked, would never know it. The past few months I've been left to recover from those operations, during which time I've had to conform to a daily regimen of diet, physical conditioning, and assorted social skills training. The making of a high class call girl, if you will. Can you believe it? Me. A male. Turned into a female call girl. I'm a prisoner on a country estate, where girls are forced to live a life of servitude for a select crowd of wealthy men and women. The girls endure what ever the guest's wishes are. From bedroom fantisies to torture, in an authentic and well equiped dungeon. Today is the first time I am to entertain a guest.

A light knock upon my bedroom door alerted me. I opened the door to find Madam Steel waiting patiently. Madam Steel runs the estate, from which no one has ever escaped. Alive, anyway. Behind her stood a very beautiful Indonesian woman in a light grey, short skirted business suit. She wore black leather gloves. Madam smiled. "Su-Lin, this is Mrs. Suludad." Madam stepped aside, never breaking eye contact with me, but addressing Mrs. Suludad, "Su-Lin will take care of your every need, today. I'm sure you will enjoy her company." Then she left. Mrs. Suludad eyed me up and down, approvingly, like she was appraising a quarter horse. I stood motionless in the doorway, wearing nothing but a pink lingerie set, stockings, and sheer neglige. I had over come the embarrassement of being so scantilly clad in front of strangers weeks ago.

She tilted her head, letting her long, dark, red tresses fall to one side, "Aren't you going to invite me in?" I stood aside as she brushed past, removing one of her gloves. She turned, like a runway model, "I made a special request for you. You see, I've been watching you." The whole estate was under observation. Every nook and cranny. She eyed me, "You are different than the rest, not to mention your oriental beauty surpasses the others. I sense a fire in you. I want to consume that fire." Her glove made a poping sound as she slapped it into her palm to accentuate the statement.

She slipped off her jacket and tossed it onto the bed with her gloves and purse. Slowly she approached me, gazing directly into my eyes. She never waivered. Her hands slid under my negligee and carressed my waist, then moved to my breasts. I stood ridgid. Unexpectedly, she pulled me tightly to her bossom and kissed me hard. Her hand held the back of my head firmly in place as her tongue forced it's way between my lips. Our mouthes slid effortlessly against each other, lubricated by our lipstick. Her toned body moved gently side to side, rubbing our breasts and hips together. I tried to pull away, but her intensity increased. I felt her hand slid gently into the front of my panties, exploring my privates. Her kissing never eased up.

Shivers ran up my spine as she slid one of her fingers into my vagina. It startled me. Again I tried to pull away. She maneuvered me to the bedside, where I stumbled backwards. She landed on top of me still kissing me and exploring my vagina. I tried to resist but it was turning me on and I started to melt. Then she pushed two fingers into my vagina. I moaned into her mouth and felt my legs spread involintarily. God help me, I wanted her. I quit resisting and pulled her tightly to me, returning her kisses. Her fingers slowly moved in and out of me and I spread my legs wider. I tore at her blouse buttons, then unzipped her skirt. She threw both to the floor. Her hands were all over me, caressing. Something hard pressed against my vagina and but hole, simutaneously. It entered me, filling my holes at the same time as she pushed hard. I didn't care.

I was lost. I wanted her. No. I needed her. She slid the object in and out of me, slowly at first, then faster. My hips had a mind of their own as they moved up and down in unisen with her thrusting. Still she kept kissing my mouth and breasts. I was on the verge of climaxing when she stopped. "Not yet!" she breathed hard, "Not yet!" She pulled a double ended, strap on dildoe from her purse and fastened it around her, inserting one end in her own vagina. She looked wickedly into my eyes as she pushed the other end against the lips of my privates. It took my breath away as it entered me, filling me to the max. A sob escaped my lips. I couldn't believe this was happening to me.

She thrust in and out of me while leaning forward, kissing me again and again. I was going to come. I could feel it building. Then I saw my ankles above me and Mrs. Suludad between them, pumping me. Just like a female, I thought. Then that thought hit home. I started to panic. I was being screwed just like a female, on my back, legs in the air. It was my initiation into womanhood. I couldn't let it happen. I had to stop her! I tried to push her away, but was in no position for leverage. She felt my resistance and it excited her. She pumped me harder and that was all it took. My vision exploded into flashes of light as my hips bucked uncontrollably. I let out several screams of pain and joy, mixed. Then it was over. I must have blacked out, because when I opened my eyes Mrs Suludad was standing at the foot of the bed putting her jacket on.

I've been looking for a present for my husband's birthday. He will be as pleased with you as I am." she smiled, "Of course in my country you will have to wear clothing befitting a woman. You are in for a, how do you say, culture shock, yes. In America you are used to being scantilly clad, displaying your face, legs, and breasts in public." She shrugged, "Being covered from head to foot in Afghanistan is not so bad, once you get used to it." she laughed musically, "I will make the arrangements to have you sent tomorrow. Enjoy your last night of freedom, as it is." She laughed again as she stepped out into the hall, pulling the door closed behind her. Was I dreaming? Was she suggesting I be purchased on the black market and smuggled out of the country like a piece of stolen property? As if being turned into a oriental female wasn't enough? Now I was going to be purchased as a white slave!

I sat up in the bed, mind reeling. This couldn't be happening. I had read stories of women being held against their wills, as concubines, in foreign countries. For this to be happening to me was unbelieveable. Hell, I wasn't even a real woman. I slipped out of the bed and raced to the door. It was locked. I couldn't even get out of the bedroom. I lay down on the bed and started to cry. What else could I do? There was no escape. I was living a man's worst nightmare. No! Even worse. I was living a woman's worst nightmare.

A knock on the door startled me. I had fallen asleep on the bed and it was now morning. The door opened and Judy sauntered in wearing a black skirt suit, sunglasses, and a scarf over her head, like a wealthy dame from some nineteen twenties film. She had the most pleasant smile on her face. "I'm impressed. You must be one hell of a woman in bed to be purchased by Mrs. Suludad as a present for her husband after just one session." I was still wearing the pink outfit from the day before. "That outfit was good enough for last night, so it will do for today. Follow me. We must get you packed and ready for shipment." She started out of the room.

"Just a minute! I'm not going anywhere! It is bad enough to being held prisoner here and if you think I am going to just let myself be smuggled out of the country, to never be heard from again, you have another think comming." She kept walking as if she never heard me. A few minutes later she was back with four of the other girls. "You know the rules Su-Lin. If any one disobeys, every one gets punished. In this case, since you are leaving, I'll make an exception. The girls here will escort you downstairs." In an instant they were upon me. Out numbered and overpowered, I went with them. I was taken to the Madam's office and left alone with Judy.

In the middle of the floor sat a box-like container, about four feet tall and three feet wide. It was on it's side and spread open. It was lined in a molded foam rubber. The front was molded to conform to a female's body in a sitting position. The back was molded to conform to the back of a female's body, in a sitting position. A rounded, six inch rubber spike protruded up from the seat. I could guess where it was supposed to be inserted. Closing the box on a person sitting in it would sandwich them in place. They could not move. Judy grinned when she saw the look of understanding in my eyes when I saw the projection, "It is to hold you in place while you travel. Now be a good girl and sit on it." she commanded.

She was dangling a ball gag in her hand. Her intentions were to gag me and lock me inside the trunk, where I would be shipped out of the country like a piece of luggage. My mind raced as I stepped next to the seat and slowly lowered myself onto the projection. The post slowly filled my vagina, impaling me and holding me in place. It slid all the way inside me, making forward and backward movement impossible. I noticed there were straps at my sides to fasten my arms in place. Judy leaned over, close to me, to fasten the gag in my mouth. Envisioning myself strapped inside the trunk and gagged, not being able to escape or scream out, made me panic. Once I was locked inside the trunk, there would be no return. I wouldn't have a passport or any ID to prove I was American. I freaked out. I leaped up, pulling myself off the spike, shoving Judy as hard as I could. She stumbled backwards, and fell, hitting her head on a side table, where she lay still on the floor. The blow had knocked her unconcious.

I acted out of instinct, not having a plan or knowing what I was going to do. Escape was my only thought. Quickly I pulled Judy's clothes off her, then dressed her in mine. I drug her to the box and impaled her onto the spike. Then I gagged her and strapped her in. Her clothes were snug but fit me ok. I pulled the scarf over my head concealing my hair. I heard Judy moan just as I put on her sunglasses. She had a look of horror on her face when she saw she was wearing my skimpy outfit, and I hers. It made me smile. She realized what was going to happen to her. She was going to suffer my fate. She tried to scream, but the gag stiffled her quite well. I leaned close to her face, "They may be disappointed when they see I'm not in the box, but I think they will like you almost as well. Being a woman, covered from head to foot in Afghanistan won't be so bad, once you get used to it, bitch!" Understanding filled her eyes and she struggled frantically. I grabbed the two halves of the trunk and pulled them closed with a thunk, cutting off Judy's last call of despair. Then I locked the latches.

Judy's protests couldn't even be heard coming from inside. Her purse was on the sofa. I snatched it up and headed for the door. It suddenly swung open. Madam Steel brushed past me, followed closely by Mrs. Suludad. Both glanced at me, but didn't realize anything was wrong. "Ah. Good." Madam Steel said, over her shoulder, "I see you have our package ready for shipment." She slid her hands lovingly across the trunks smooth surface. "Inform the men they can deliver it to the airport." I quickly left the room and headed for the front door. Two gaurds were at their post there. "The trunk is ready," I shot at them as I passed, "deliver it to the airport." I didn't wait for a response, but kept moving, right out the door.

Judy's car was parked in the round about in front of the mansion and I found her keys in her purse. I slowed down as I approached the gate and waved at the gaurds. When they saw me approaching they opend the gate and told me to have a nice day as I passed. I smiled at them as I passed, then I was through the gate and free. I may be female and oriental, but the prospect wasn't that bad. Sure I hated being a woman. Sure I hated wearing women's clothes. Every time I pulled up a pair of stockings, fastened a bra, or zipped up a skirt, I cringed. And, yes, for a man, wearing makeup was almost death itself. But, I saw how easily a beautiful woman could manipulate a man. A beautiful, oriental woman could do pretty good for herself, if she used what she had. I intended to use what I had.

 

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